Sorting (Term Ten)

[acacia]

First Name: Acacia Loretta.
Last Name: Cassidy.
Age: Sixteen.

Appearence: Without her religious primping, Acacia is only very average in appearance. Her hair is her tool, she frequently changes it's style and colour varying most frequently between her natural honey blonde and soft shades of brown, using charms and spells to achieve her ends. Her eyes are dark brown, often providing a sharp contrast between them and her hair, and she tends to wear makeup on them, black eyeliner and mascara, rarely any colour. The rest of her facial features are fairly soft, a slightly lumpy nose and a wide mouth thatshe uses to catch all the gossip and spawn it back out to a wider audience.

She's over average height, maybe just over, at 5'8". She's neither skinny nor fat, she can most likely be described as curvy. She hates her upper thighs, which are huge and muscular thanks to several years training in ballet and dance, which was all her mother's idea (well she was an ex-stripper after all).

Personality: Acacia has definately got a vibrant personality. Her wide mouth is constantly going, talking non stop about everything and everyone. She's a little hive of gossip, who's dating who, who just like, totally failed their OWLs. Unless it's particularly hurtful or dangerous, Acacia will likely magnify said rumour a hundered times. For that aspect, she's slightly terrifying to be around.

Underneath that slightly scary, hyped up shell, inside Acacia has a heart of gold. She's constantly fulfiling her Brownie Law (I will do a good deed every day), from the little things like picking up a dropped quill to the big things like risking her life to save another, often without thought or consequence. She likes being the hero, but is equally amendable to being the victim. Whatever puts her at the center of attention, Acacia will do. She strives to be famous one day.

She doesn't always think about her actions before acting, she owns a bracelet which has "think before you leap" engraved onto the inside of it, but even when shee wears it she forgets 90% of the time. Mostly she'll open her big mouth and say something stupid without thinking, resulting in many hurried apologies.

History: An army brat, Noel Cassidy was a serviceman fighting in the Gulf War when he got his fiancee Kayla Smart (who worked as a waitress in a cafe by day and as a stripper by night) pregnant whilst on leave. Three weeks after he went back to war, he was shot dead and killed on the line of enemy fire. He wasn't supposed tob e there, but he'd heard a friend was injured and flew back to help, a mistake that cost him his life. Kayla grieved and didn't even notice she was pregnant until a friend remarked that she was gaining weight. "But..." Kayla protested. "I've hardly eaten anything since... since..." Realisation washed over her, and for all of Acacia's life, her mother has doted on her, keeping her safe from harm, seeing her as the one last connection she has with the man she loved and lost.

They were living in a tiny council house in a particularly shoddy area in Derby at the time, but the compensation and life insurance (Noel had always been extremely careful) allowed them to move to a nicer one nearer the outskirts and close to a good school. Muggle life was simple and comfortable for Acacia, and her Mum trained as a teacher, but never found anyone to replace Noel.

Magic didn't particularly present itself in her, they were only small things, like one day breaking someone's pencil in her class from across the room using only her mind in her anger, because that person had broken her favourite one earlier that day. It was a little, tiny act of revenge, and nobody knew how it had happened, least of all the perpetrator herself.

It was a particularly cloudy day and the usually free willed Acacia was at home for once, sitting in her bedroom playing cards with the cat. Or rather, playing cards by herself while their pet cat (who Acacia had named Pingu after her favourite penguin) pawed at them curiously. A strange figure dressed in purple cowboy boots and a leopard print katan three sized too big and belted up at the waist strolled up their drive. Kayla cringed and quickly ushered the strange figure inside just in case their neighbours thought they'd gone crazy.

Acacia believed in Beauxbatons, her Mum was cynical until they first stepped through the doors of the shops, then simultaneously they both fell in love with the wizarding world.

Rp Sample: In her hand she held a wand, protectively grasping it at both ends lest somebody might try and take it away from her. She still couldn't quite believe all of this was real. Beauxbatons was huge, it's domed arches and stained glass windows sure beat anything that they had back home in Derby. Yesterday had been a blur, the sorting, the welcome feast, the four poster bed (Acacia had never in her entire life slept in a four poster), and then all too suddenly it was morning, the sun was streaming through the windows of her dormitory, and Acacia had dressed and bouded out the common room to go to breakfast.

Now she was completely lost.

She'd read that there were lots of secret passages behind portraits, and Acacia tried pushing some of them aside, only to wake their late sleeping occupants who shouted at her as she ran away down an open corridor, with arches on one side and nothing to stop her hurtling fifty feet down to the grass below. Acacia leaned out to peer over, nearly lost her balance and jumpeed back inside, blinking foolishly. Locigally, the easiest way down would be to climb into that tree... An idea popped into her head, and nobody was there to see her wicked smile.

There was a tree, it's branches tickled the wall of Beauxbatons as she climbed out the window and snaked down it, climbing expertly as she had done the old building set for demolition back at home with Sammy and Terry. The tree was easier, there were plentiful footholds and within moments she was creeping round the corners of the castle, wondering where on earth the entrance was.

For Beauxbatons was considerably larger than it had appeared sailing up in the boats last night. For what seemed like hours (though it was only half an hour at most), Acacia snaked round corners and dodged behind bushed when she thought there might be someone coming. Eventually the great doors of Beauxbatons loomed before her, and she reached up to the handle, her hands could barely scrape the doorknob. Rats.

Acacia knocked smartly on the door and hoped fervently that someone would answer.

Must be Cossu

[cloversage]

First name: Clover

Last name: Sage

Age: Pretending to be 15, but is eternally 17.

Appearance: Medium height at 5'5" with a slender, athletic build. Dirty blond hair that reaches just past her shoulders. When she was human, she had a pepper of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks, though now as a vampire has only porcelain white skin in place of those once human imperfections. The green of her eyes has gained an almost glow light effect since her changing, but is mainly notable when she is angry. Other than that, ashamed of what she is, Clover tries to appear as human as possible, or as invisible as possible.

History: Almost 150 years ago, Clover was a young girl like most at seventeen. Lively and cheerful, going into the town for fairs, into the forest with her twin brother to explore, hanging with her girl friends by the river, dressing in expensive gowns, and participating in community events. Perfectly normal activities at that age except for the fact that she was a witch, and came from a pure-blood wizarding family. A very proud, mugblood/muggle intolerant family, who prided themselves on the length of their magical bloodline and all the great Sage's of times before.

The Sage family was far too confident in the power of their family to ever imagine something bad coming upon them, but that glass bowl of thinking was quickly shattered when Clover's twin brother Caelen Vincent revealed to the family that he had tainted the family's bloodline with vampire blood, leading to a disruption and Caelen being exiled from the family, but not before he lost control and attacked the closest body to him, his twin Clover, destroying her life along with his.

Only the pity of her mother kept Clover from being exiled along with her brother, but even that faded over the years, and the rest of her family begun to shun her, remind her of her tainting, and shy away from the monster she now was. As the rest of the family aged around her, she stayed young. She continued to learn to be a witch, but never went back to school after that way, deciding to lock herself away in the family manor, where she could wallow in her own despair.

Many years later, when both of her parents were long dead, and her other sisters and brothers grown to men and women, Clover left the household in search of her brother. Every decade or so, she would run across him, watch him, study him for sometimes years, but never let herself been seen or known, always just a shadow in his nights, always growing bitter to the point of sickness.

Over the past few months, she has found Caelen again, but this time there was a noticeable change him. He almost seemed ... happy, and it infuriated Clover. So much, that she decided to enroll into Beauxbaton herself, glad to have been accepted even after all of these years. Now she watches her brother within arms length, just waiting for the moment to make her presence finally known to him.

Personality: Before the turning, over 150 years ago, the best way the describe Clover was "spoiled". Surrounded by a family who always thought so highly of themselves, she couldn't help but be effected at a young age, always feeling far more superior to not only "Mugbloods" and Muggles, she thought herself better than her friends and their families as well. After her life was destroyed when she was unluckily too close to Caelen when he lost control, Clover lost most confidence in herself, not feeling worthy to be a Sage, and feeling the part of a parasite that most of the family made her feel like on a regular basis. She has forever blamed her brother, and has grown to be bitter and revengeful in her 150 years where she had been simmering in self-loathing.

Because of building bitterness, Clover can be found grumbling to herself a lot. She is withdrawn from other people, and for the most part tries not to be noticed, but when she is, she cannot help but get trapped in her old habits and flaunt her surname's superiority, and sometimes even the extra benefits she receives from being a vampire, that no normal witch or wizard can easily do without extensive magic.

Before Clover was turned, she usually walked with her head held high, her nose tilted slightly in the air above others who were not family. Around family she was far more relaxed, far more humble compared to the pride of the elders of her family, and very calculating in everything she attempted. Most of those qualities are now a shadow of her former self, but still stay buried beneath her hard exterior, almost desperate to come out and make her feel human again.

Sample RP:

Clover sat in the over-stuffed chair with both legs curled under her as she watched the thick drops of rain beat against the window outside, letting the storm feed her mood of despair as she rubbed her fingers back and forth repetitively over the now worn piece of paper in her hands.

Her acceptance letter ... To any other Beauxbatons student, this was a once in a lifetime chance, to Clover though, it meant that the time to confront her brother was quickly approaching. She had kept her distance for almost 150 years now, what would a few decades more mean? No, no she must do this, she told herself as she tightened her fingers about the letter, the paper giving way to her grip and crinkling into a ball.

While she sat there, she ran over the many possible scenarios in her head that could come from all of this. If her mother was alive, she would scorn Clover for being so vindictive, for not just being a good little witch. Her father on the other hand, would probably hope that Clover and Caelen would destroy themselves, and any mention of their Sage name along with it to bring pride and prestige back to the name. She had other plans in mind though, plans that had been festering in her wounded psyche, tainting her every thought with bitterness. If she had it in herself, she might have sided with her father and destroyed them and their memory, both - but she was far too paranoid to even give that much thought. No, she would do this her way, and she would make him feel the pain he had caused her, and he would know every second of the grief he caused her life when she finally confronted him ...

"Dear, dear sweet brother ..." Her voice was high, almost whiny as she spoke, "Please enjoy this sweet life of yours while it lasts ... A 150 more years will not be enough for you to suffer." she finished in a raised voice as she picked up a pillow that had been behind her, launching it across the room so hard that it shattered a vase straight off a side table - but even the loud shatter of crystal across the hard, wooden floors, could not drown out the angry, bitter voice screaming in her head.

Could you expand a bit more on her personality?

Must be Sournois

[sunlois]

First Name:
Ashlee
Last Name:
Carr
Age:
Sweet and Forever Sixteen
Appearance:

History:
Ashlee was born on 15th July in Miami Florida to a happy couple Frank and Jane Johnson. They were quite young when they had her because they are only 33. They were both really happy but still young so when she was 5 months she was give up for adoption they were too young, she was a child to new parents Annabelle and Andrew Carr.They were older than they were and already had 3 but they were rich and had lots of things for babies and kids and animals. They were a really giving family but that's because they were famous. Annabelle was lingerie "model of the decade" and Andrew was a famous hair stylist. She ended up with 7 brothers and sisters. they were 4 girls and 3 boys. She loved it and always had antill she found out.

She had found out that she was a witch then she stayed away from her siblings and stayed in her room on the computer. She had just got it and started by just playing games on websites well she was only 11. When she was 12 she started going on GSM a girl website and you create friends.Then she started on MSN and Facebook when she was 13. She had been in it forever now and hardly went off it. She then started going out with mates and started get boyfriends and went out with anyone. On her 16th she had just got a message from someone to come to the woods for her party and went. She went deep in the woods and then got a vampire at her. It was horrible and terrifying and she had stayed there for 5 days and that's when she got up and found a letter saying Beauxbatons academy of Magic. She opened the letter and thought I'm now vampire I should go.
Personality:
Flawes:
Ashlee has many flawes. She can be vain sometimes and a bit arrogant and loud, sometimes stroppy and childish because she never got her parents attention but she tries really hard not to be like that. She is also random she will come out with the most random things and everyone will be like what the hell
Sample RP:

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

[ashlynn]

First Name: Ashlynn

Last Name: Paddock

Age: Fifteen

Appearance:


History: After the mysterious deaths of her older siblings, Ashlynn was born. She went through a life of overprotection, from her parents wanting Ashlynn to have a 'normal' life. But that didn't happen. Ashlynn was the 'Perfect' Paddock girl, but she was always different because of her sibling's mysterious deaths. Alina and Vince. Ashlynn had a bunch of friends, but they were all so cautious around her for the rumor of the 'Paddock Curse'. Little did the townspeople know, it wasn't a curse, it was an evil wizard, named Lord Voldemort. Ashlynn's family is pureblood, but her mother is of faerie decent, making the children both of magic, and beauty.

At the age of three, Ash showed signs of a witch, early, like most Paddocks. Always wanting to help people, her power was healing by touch. Small wounds, cuts, and minor illness could be cured if Ashlynn touched the problem area. The only problem is that depending how bad it is, it takes more 'power' from her. When something that needs to be 'healed' is worse, Ashlynn will get weaker physically, because it is more strenuous. She can't heal herself though, and doesn't get cuts/bruises easily.

Because of her wizarding family, the moment Ash showed signs of a witch, she started lessons for magic. Learning is difficult for Ashlynn, because she's always had troubles focusing. Often doodling on the sides of parchment, or reading a long novel under the table, she was a constant B/C student. When she started school at Beauxbatons, she straightened up. Trying her very hardest to pay attention, she ended up getting close to perfect scores on her first year exams. There is a problem though. Ashlynn has been so shy all her life, she doesn't really have any friends. Now in her Fifth year, she is still getting good marks, but is having social problems, for her lack of friends. With the death of her mother three months ago, she is looking for a best friend, or just someone she can relate too.


Personality: Ashlynn is a very sweet girl. Often speaking like someone in a turn of the century novel, Ashlynn is quite shy, and doesn't talk to you at first, if she's just met you. But after you get Ash to talk to you for awhile, she can be described as overhelpfull, and annoying. But she doesn't see it that way, just as helping her friends. When Ash is in her shy stage, not yet comfortable around you, she will fiddle with her fingers, and twirl her hair, which are big clues that she is nervous. But if Ashlynn hears something like a group of older boys picking on a little girl, she breaks out of that and will stand up for the girl, putting the boys in place. But that is about the only thing that will break her shyness instantly...



Sample RP: (I'm not sure if I can use previous RPs I've created.. I've used Ash for other sites, but I can make a new RP sample if need-be. This RP is from Vamps RPG)

Ashlynn got off the school bus, glad she couldn't cry anymore. The shy girl never liked to tell people what was wrong. But all of the kids found out her sister was missing, seeing as that was the buzz of the town this week. 'Youngest Paddock'sister in Forks, while Alina is missing!', seemed to be the headline on the papers. Ashlynn just wanted to curl up in a ball and hide, she hated attention. If only Ashlynn could get away with her invisibility power now.

Ashlynn's power was so unique for a vampire. Invisibility, and everything that went with it. Her invisibility made her completely indictable to all powers, and could even hide that she was a vampire. Ashlynn could make things around her disappear, no longer solid objects, but air particles. Anything invisible, including herself, would be protected from vampire powers, such as mind reading, or inflicting pain.

Running into the bathroom, Ashlynn would be crying, if it were possible for a vampire. But it wasn't so dry sobs left her mouth. She had locked herself in a stall, thankfully, and was now fading. Finally, she was totally invisible. But by the time she was invisible, she was calm, so she walked away, invisibly. Floating through people, and solid objects, like a ghost, she went into her first class, English. There was supposed to be a new teacher, and Ash wanted to check who it might be.

Breaking through the other side of the wall, Ashlynn saw a vampire. Pretty, like a vampire, no doubt, but beauty in a different way, that was new to Ashlynn. Looking at the eyes, Ashlynn knew at once that she was vegetarian, like Ash. Well, if she was old enough to have eyes that were showing the diet, she would know of powers. Showing herself, Ashlynn let herself fade into view, pulling her particles together.

She had put it particles together in front of the teacher's desk, so she must have seen. If not, she would be really confused on how a vampire got into the room undecteticably....Ashlynn smiled. "Hello. My name's Ashlynn. You must be Ms.Belgard." She said in her soft voice, that always sounded on the edge of breaking, but still in a beautiful way. Ashlynn held out her hand, after the introduction.

Must be Cossu

[gluse989]

First Name: Julius
Last Name: Spero
Age: 18
Appearance:
History: Julius was orphaned at the age of 3 and has no recollection of his family or any events prior to that day. The only thing found with him on the steps of the orphanage was a gold ring inset with a red stone. Julius grew up in the orphanage until he was 18 when he left to explore the world. During his journeys he discovered that there was something different about him. Things happened without explanation. One day an old blind woman found him walking the streets of London where she began to scream at him "WIZARD!". He didn't know what to think of it at first but that was the moment where he realized he was a wizard and now Beauxbatons is the place that's going to help him realize the true potential he has.
Personality: Julius is rather introverted. He takes his time letting people get to know him but once he trusts someone he is a loyal friend and a kind heart. Because of his upbringing he's never been the material type; happy with what he has and doesn't strive to posses everything in life. Julius has a good head on his shoulders: he's able to think clearly and rationally, which sometimes turns people away from him. Julius is a bit of a book worm and enjoys his time alone to lose himself in an ancient leather bound volume of old. His introverted personality is his only real flaw; it causes him to have trust issues. People really have to win him over in order to call themselves his friend.
Sample RP: The castle rose before him; towers that seemed to touch the very ceiling of the earth. Julius had never seen anything of such grandeur. He knew that this was the place he belonged; this was the place that was going to help him realize what it was that made him so different. Ever since the day the blind beggar yelled the word "wizard" at him he knew something was different. He just couldn't seem to put a finger on it. He began to approach the castle, his heart pounding in his chest; his nerves were making it hard to walk. The grass became unsteady under his already shaky legs. Julius stopped in his tracks, took a deep breath and looked dead ahead. This is where you've wanted to be. Stop being a fool and get a move on. Nothing is going to matter more than this moment With that he started his approach once more, hoping that this is really where his future resided.

His being an orphane is kind of a lazy way to not be creative with the history. He may not know what happened to his parents, but you as the writer know, and I for one want to know. What happened to his parents? What happened during his childhood in the orphanage?

[sab]

First Name: Sabastian 'Sab'
Last name: Viridiana
Age: Seventeen

Appearance: Sabastian

Personality: Interesting as it might be Sabastian has a very different personality from most people. When meeting him for the first time Sebastian is a very nice and polite young man. He can pull this off very well. He takes the saying 'first impressions lasts' very seriously. This is him for a little while.

After getting to know him, and being around him Sabastian can grow cold. He can be the most cold hearted person you have ever met, but in a way it is drawing to some people. His charm, and his looks sometimes make it hard for anyone to hate him. No matter how cold hearted, and rude he might be. No matter what though he tries to be the best person he can be.

All in all Sabastian is a good kid. He has great morals, in his mind anyway. Very smart, and very very handsome.

History: Rude, cold hearted but extremly handsome. The described Sabastians father very well. Bryson Viridiana made a living as a lawyer. He made great money, and had a very nice house. The only thing he didn't have was a family. Something that he wanted very badly. The mand was very un-sympathetic to others which made it hard for him to date, let alone finding a spouse. His personality made it hard for him to do a lot of things, but it was perfect for the job he had. He had seen many men go to jail, and each time felt no emotion what so ever. The mans day consisted of getting up working, and going back home, and going to sleep. Such a boring life for such an interesting man.

The average jane woman who would soon be the mother of Sebastian could easily be described as normal. She wasn't gorgeous. Not todays definition of gorgeous anyway. She had straight blond hair, and very nice skin, but she wore glasses, and that was where people got thrown off. Most men didn't even give her a second glance. Rein Ashria was a witch that attended a magical university. Although she kept it very secret. She was always afraid the people would find out about her, and make a rukus. Never would she use magic in public. She scarecely used it inside her own home because of how many people came to visit her. Only occasionally.

Bryson and Rein met one day when Rein was looking for a lawyer. Rein met with Mr. Viridiana, and she instantly fell in love. Yes, he may have been cold, and very rude, but there was something about the man that she found very interesting. The rudeness, and his cold heartedness was him covering something up underneath. She pushed all of the negative points away, and asked the man out on a date. After dating for a few years the two got married, and had a son. Their only child. Sebastian Viridiana.

Their life after that was pretty normal. Both were great parents, but Bryson woked all the time, and barely had anytime to spend with the child which would be better than anything else Rein would find out as the boy got older. As Sabastian got older his mother noticed how much he took after his father with his personality. He was a well raised kid, but everyone has flaws, and Seb had a ton of them.

When his letter arrived his mother was excited. She was the one who found the letter in the mail. After throwing the bills, and the rest of the mail on the table she went straight up to her seventeen year olds room, and explained things to him. She never thought she would have to, but she was glad that she got the chance to. At first like any normal muggle teenager Sabastian was very confused, but agreed to go to the school. Rein now had to figure out a way to tell her husband. To come up with some kind of story. A little lie never hurt anyone right?

RP Sample: It didn't seem right. This place. It seemed stupid, and un-realistic. Witches. Wizards. What was next dragons, and giants that climed down beanstalks. Sabastian scoffed as he walked around the grounds. Magic. He was a wizard. It sounded so stupid even in his own head. There was nothing he could tell himself to make the situation sound any better. Sabastian turned around, and cast his glance over the school that was towering above him. He had to admit the place was huge, and beautiful. The grounds were gorgeous, but the thought of all this stuff just threw him off.

Was he supposed to believe in it? He just wanted to believe that it was all a joke, and everything was rigged. The boy pulled his wand out of his back pocket, and examined it. To him it was just a peice of polished and painted wood. How could it do such powerful things. It was very mind boggling to him. Returning the peice of wood to his pocket he continued to walk. He was dressed in a nice pair of blue jeans, and a long sleeved t-shirt. He always wore long sleeves for some reason. It was just him really. Even if it was nintey degrees.

His green gaze looked oer the grounds. Stopping on all the main attractions. The huge lake, the stables that looked like it would take a million years to walk to. The gardens. There were a lot of places to visit here, but today just didn't seem like a good day to him. The one thing that really caught his eye though was the forest. Dark, and scary things were always his faverite things. Sebastian stood where he was staring out over across the grounds at the forest. "Not today" he mumbled softly to himself as he turned back around.

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Must be Sournois

[sunlois]

First Name:
Ashlee
Last Name:
Carr
Age:
Sweet and Forever Sixteen
Appearance:

History:
Ashlee was born on 15th July in Miami Florida to a happy couple Frank and Jane Johnson. They were quite young when they had her because they are only 33. They were both really happy but still young so when she was 5 months she was give up for adoption they were too young, she was a child to new parents Annabelle and Andrew Carr.They were older than they were and already had 3 but they were rich and had lots of things for babies and kids and animals. They were a really giving family but that's because they were famous. Annabelle was lingerie "model of the decade" and Andrew was a famous hair stylist. She ended up with 7 brothers and sisters. they were 4 girls and 3 boys. She loved it and always had antill she found out.

She had found out that she was a witch then she stayed away from her siblings and stayed in her room on the computer. She had just got it and started by just playing games on websites well she was only 11. When she was 12 she started going on GSM a girl website and you create friends.Then she started on MSN and Facebook when she was 13. She had been in it forever now and hardly went off it. She then started going out with mates and started get boyfriends and went out with anyone. On her 16th she had just got a message from someone to come to the woods for her party and went. She went deep in the woods and then got a vampire at her. It was horrible and terrifying and she had stayed there for 5 days and that's when she got up and found a letter saying Beauxbatons academy of Magic. She opened the letter and thought I'm now vampire I should go.

She was very afraid about going to Beauxbatons. Would she make friends or not because she was a vampire it was hard for her and she hated it. She sat in the carriage alone and empty like she normally was and hated that. Would she or not make friends?
Personality:
Flawes:
Ashlee has many flawes. She can be vain sometimes and a bit arrogant and loud, sometimes stroppy and childish because she never got her parents attention but she tries really hard not to be like that. She is also random she will come out with the most random things and everyone will be like what the hell.She has moments when she does things when she's not supposed to like something else is controlling her.She also gives into peer pressure.Being vampire she can't stand the smell of garlic.

Goods:
Ashlee is an average at intelligence she is quite smart but not the smartest person ever. She is also very sweet and kind and generous. She is funny and creative as you'll see her reading or painting or doing art in the courtyard sitting quietly. She is very creative she knows how to play bass drum and bass guitar, paints,sculpts and draws and also scribes. She is planning to be a famous author. She is very very happy to be her.She is part vampire but doesn't crave for blood but can be sensitive to light sometimes not all the time.
Sample RP:
Ashlee sat there as the vampire sucked her it was horrible she couldn't breathe couldn't think and couldn't see. The vampire stopped and then went off. She stayyed there left for dead in the freezing cold stars for 4-5 days and she finally got up. She couldn't remember where her house was. Then suddenly a letter came to her it was like it was flying. It said "Beauxbatons Academy of Magic " she opened it and read it over and over and over again.She examined it to see if it was a joke and agreed to go. She smiled and went to try and find home.
When she arrived in Beauxbatons she loved it and went inside. She sat there and the sorting cloak was put on her. She or he was taking time at Ashlee's she was wondering if she would be cossu,roerie or sournoise. Which one would it be?
She got sorted went to a dorm and sat down in there alone again. She brushed her hair and smiled it might of been getting better might.

Must be Rouerie

[ashlynn]

Sept 24, 2008 10:01:10 GMT -5 @ashlynn said:

Please expand on the personality, and add a bit more flaws.

First Name: Ashlynn

Last Name: Paddock

Age: Fifteen

Appearance:


History: After the mysterious deaths of her older siblings, Ashlynn was born. She went through a life of overprotection, from her parents wanting Ashlynn to have a 'normal' life. But that didn't happen. Ashlynn was the 'Perfect' Paddock girl, but she was always different because of her sibling's mysterious deaths. Alina and Vince. Ashlynn had a bunch of friends, but they were all so cautious around her for the rumor of the 'Paddock Curse'. Little did the townspeople know, it wasn't a curse, it was an evil wizard, named Lord Voldemort. Ashlynn's family is pureblood, but her mother is of faerie decent, making the children both of magic, and beauty.

At the age of three, Ash showed signs of a witch, early, like most Paddocks. Always wanting to help people, her power was healing by touch. Small wounds, cuts, and minor illness could be cured if Ashlynn touched the problem area. The only problem is that depending how bad it is, it takes more 'power' from her. When something that needs to be 'healed' is worse, Ashlynn will get weaker physically, because it is more strenuous. She can't heal herself though, and doesn't get cuts/bruises easily.

Because of her wizarding family, the moment Ash showed signs of a witch, she started lessons for magic. Learning is difficult for Ashlynn, because she's always had troubles focusing. Often doodling on the sides of parchment, or reading a long novel under the table, she was a constant B/C student. When she started school at Beauxbatons, she straightened up. Trying her very hardest to pay attention, she ended up getting close to perfect scores on her first year exams. There is a problem though. Ashlynn has been so shy all her life, she doesn't really have any friends. Now in her Fifth year, she is still getting good marks, but is having social problems, for her lack of friends. With the death of her mother three months ago, she is looking for a best friend, or just someone she can relate too.


Personality: Ashlynn is a very sweet girl. Often speaking like someone in a turn of the century novel, Ashlynn is quite shy, and doesn't talk to you at first, if she's just met you. But after you get Ash to talk to you for awhile, she can be described as overhelpfull, and annoying. But she doesn't see it that way, just as helping her friends. When Ash is in her shy stage, not yet comfortable around you, she will fiddle with her fingers, and twirl her hair, which are big clues that she is nervous. But if Ashlynn hears something like a group of older boys picking on a little girl, she breaks out of that and will stand up for the girl, putting the boys in place. But that is about the only thing that will break her shyness instantly...Some problems that Ash has is trust. People have constantly lied to her all her life, so everything anyone says is a lie, unless she truly feels a good vibe from you. That leads into yet another issue for her. She judges people quite often, mostly by looks, and even how they talk. One major problem for Ashlynn is that she is a paranoid person. Claustrophobic, germaphobic, scared of being stalked/someone breaking into her house, you name it, she's probably scared of it.



Sample RP: (I'm not sure if I can use previous RPs I've created.. I've used Ash for other sites, but I can make a new RP sample if need-be. This RP is from Vamps RPG)

Ashlynn got off the school bus, glad she couldn't cry anymore. The shy girl never liked to tell people what was wrong. But all of the kids found out her sister was missing, seeing as that was the buzz of the town this week. 'Youngest Paddock'sister in Forks, while Alina is missing!', seemed to be the headline on the papers. Ashlynn just wanted to curl up in a ball and hide, she hated attention. If only Ashlynn could get away with her invisibility power now.

Ashlynn's power was so unique for a vampire. Invisibility, and everything that went with it. Her invisibility made her completely indictable to all powers, and could even hide that she was a vampire. Ashlynn could make things around her disappear, no longer solid objects, but air particles. Anything invisible, including herself, would be protected from vampire powers, such as mind reading, or inflicting pain.

Running into the bathroom, Ashlynn would be crying, if it were possible for a vampire. But it wasn't so dry sobs left her mouth. She had locked herself in a stall, thankfully, and was now fading. Finally, she was totally invisible. But by the time she was invisible, she was calm, so she walked away, invisibly. Floating through people, and solid objects, like a ghost, she went into her first class, English. There was supposed to be a new teacher, and Ash wanted to check who it might be.

Breaking through the other side of the wall, Ashlynn saw a vampire. Pretty, like a vampire, no doubt, but beauty in a different way, that was new to Ashlynn. Looking at the eyes, Ashlynn knew at once that she was vegetarian, like Ash. Well, if she was old enough to have eyes that were showing the diet, she would know of powers. Showing herself, Ashlynn let herself fade into view, pulling her particles together.

She had put it particles together in front of the teacher's desk, so she must have seen. If not, she would be really confused on how a vampire got into the room undecteticably....Ashlynn smiled. "Hello. My name's Ashlynn. You must be Ms.Belgard." She said in her soft voice, that always sounded on the edge of breaking, but still in a beautiful way. Ashlynn held out her hand, after the introduction.

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[ludovic1203]

Appearence:



History:

Ludovic is a member of the most powerful families in the history of Croatia, the Raijcovic's.

Ludovic is the only heir of the fortune of his family. He, although, have a secret to hide of his family. At age 17, Ludovic has realized there's something different about him. He doesn't just like girls. He is bisexual. He has been hiding this since he was 15. He was raised by his mother, because his father was traveling all of the time since he was born. The only one who knows about this is Ljubica, his best friend on the world. When he was 2 years old, his father was attacted by some deatheaters in Croatia. Because of that, Ludovic and his family has always been moving in and out of several castles and mansions.

Ludovic's family is pure-blood, thsi means both, mother and father, are wizards. So, he was raised as a racist pure-blood. His mother went to Beauxbaton but his father attended Hogwarts. He si pushed by his father to attend Hogwarts, but Ludovic is way more attracted to Beauxbaton.

Personality:

Ludovic is an extremely social guy. As he grew up with a pure-blood traditional family, he is really selective with his friendships and extremely arrogant. He's the type of guy who doesn't like to be interrupted. In despite of, he can take any risks. He, also, has a very strong way to get people to do what he wants. He's not only arrogant, but very intelligent. You could find him reading some books at the library for fun or drawing something in the hallways. Although, he doesn't do what doesn't passionate him or doesn't mean anything to him, so he is not so dedicated to his studies, but to what he likes. He is also very instable. He doesn't trust so much people and he keeps inside all of his problems.

Manipulator
Creative
Lazy
Agressive
Social
Tempermental

He likes: smoking, reading, drawing
He hates: everyone that is not a pureblood.

Sample RP:

A tall guy with strong steps was walking to wards a hallway. He sat in a bench next to a beautiful girl. He looked at her and said hello. She said hello back, but she seemed more interested on the book in hands. Ludovic took the book without her permission. He looked into some pages.

-"I can't believe you're actually reading this crap. I'm Ludovic by the way. You can call me Ludo."

-"I don't care" said the girl who looked pretty angry -"It's none of your business" she toked the book back and restared her reading.

-"Ok, Miss Rude. It was just an opinion. At least, you can tell me your name, right?"

-"Claire". she looked at him peacefully, despite of her anger -"nice to meet you" A sarcastic smile drew on her flawless face.

Ludovic took her hand and she looked at him surprised. "I'm sorry if I took your book. Let's start over, please."

"Right. I got to go. See you around". Claire closed her book and walked away into a corner. Ludovic stood up and followed her. She turned back and saw him walking behind her. "Maybe you should go to class or something. I'm not interest on you".

-"I'm either on you, I would say, hum, that I prefer boys. At least, can I walk you to your class."

-"Ugh. Thanks. I'm... I'm... " Claire blushed and started walking. Ludovic followed her. "You're not into boys for real, right? That would be a waste"

-"Yeah, I am. For real. But, stop talking about it. I would recommend you to read this book." Ludovic handled her a big book with golden letters on the top. "Quiditch to wards Time"

"Thanks. Oh. This is my class. Thanks anyway for the chat and the book. I'll see you around. Maybe at the library"

"Yeah. Cool. No problem. I'm a gentleman."


You left some stuff off of the application. Check the first post and add them in. Thanks.

[ladidax]

First Name: Louise
Last Name: Cameaux
Age: 15

Appearance: Louise Cameaux's style has varied throughout the years of her adolescence. She has never really stuck with one style, but if we are speaking naturally, she has black roots. Her eyes are a honey colored, unusual but not all that different. After all, here at Beauxbatons, everyone was perfect. Everyone seemed to have that one unique quality that boosted there popularity. At the moment, Louise is going through a natural stage. Maybe if she is mellow enough, she could transport herself away from this crazy school. Her hair at the moment is black and flat, and she has been trying to keep her hair up.

This stage Louise is going through is the punk thing. She never really got why that style was so popular, so it intrigued her. She played with the fire until it burned her hand, she forever being called a poser. In fact, she was made fun of so much for her looks that she decided to transfer to this school instead of Hogwarts. But that delves into the fantastic world of History... so we won't even go there. Another thing you might notice about Louise is that she dresses like normal girls should. She blends in with the crowd even though they constantly reject her. She has always been told she is pretty, but in the mirror, every flaw and disfigurement is a scar of what she could have been. She could have been popular.

History: "Louise get over here. Now?" Louise's mother shouted over the distance it took to get from the living room from the kitchen. She heard the urgency in her mothers voice, the silently plead to not freak out if anything happened that wasn't to her pleasure. Louise strides the several feet and stopped short in front of the door. Her mother was sobbing over a piece of paper. A stupid piece of filthy trash. Louise pulled the parchment from her mothers outstretched hand and read the seal on the back. The Hogwarts seal.

Every story has a beginning. This one started at a little cottage off in the countryside of Paris. A mother and her daughter. The father no where in sight. Ladies, admit it. Usually when you imagine having children, it includes no pain or frustration, and most importantly, no husband. This dream became a reality for Anne-Marie Cameaux, who, after having Louise was left with out a husband. All she had was this little midget to remind her of her skippy husband. Louise was just a small baby then, but had become an exceptionally routine baby. Make sure to pick up the toys at 5... sharp. She watched her mother with eyes that could have been learning the secret to immortality.

Always mimicking her mothers footsteps, she would climb up the stairs. By the time she was old enough to walk, her mom didn't have time for her and sent her to boarding school. she wanted her daughter to be educated, real world or wizarding world. It wasn't all fun and games in either. Louise was always teased. It was just like a second nature to her. Sure... she was pretty. But she wanted to look normal. Like the girls that always had a guy flanked at both sides. Like the girls that were the popular Queen Bee's of the school. She survived torture for too long to bear until freedoms window came calling. Her letter had arrived. She was going to be trained in the artful skills of magic.

However, Louise didn't want to go to dinky old Hogwarts. That was a couple thousand miles away, give or take. How could she ever see her mom? (At the time she had no recollection of Magical transportation.) So instead she wrote back replying that she would rather not come and then applied for Beauxbaton. It was her dream to be near the great hallways that were filled with ice sculptures. She had always wanted to be in a castle as pretty as the one she would be residing in. When she finally got her accepting letter she was good to go. Finally, a student that could start off with a clean slate. She would finally be who she wanted to be.

Personality: Louise has a pretty genuine personality. She has been called a poser before for a very good reason. When she sees something she likes, she has to mimic it, just as she mimicked her mother all that time ago. She is nice, but when messed with, can have a huge temper. They say that red heads have the most fire in them, but she is showing that you can be blond and have just as much spite. That was how she first figured out that she was special. She was at school and the school bully was teasing her again. She yelled some choice words and then started running. By the time she knew what she was doing she was back to her house, ready to cry it out with her mom.

Although she has a temper, there are several other flaws with her personality. She was no Mary Sue, she was her own person. She had a tendency to bully her friends, because she was so used to people doing the same to her. It was almost like the mimicking thing in reverse. Louise had never had a hard time getting friends, they just seemed cautious of being near her. She also is boy crazy. Maybe a little bit girl crazy too. For a girl of thirteen, those kind of thoughts were natural. She was getting older and more mature, but she always loved a personal joke or prank.

Sample RP:[from another website of mine] "Excuse me?" she asked, when she insulted the nobles of the wizarding world. "If you don't know your place, maybe I should show it to you." She screeched, pulling out her wand. She wasn't intentionally going to hurt him, maybe just a few curses. "I'm warning you now," she said, trying to intimidate him, "You mudbloods won't be alive if I had anything to say about it." way to be intimidating. She let her eyes turn into the slits they usually did when she was mad and relaxed. This was going to be easy. After all, she had more magic in her than he and all the muggleborns in the school had, or that's what she thought.

Alecto's hair flew in the breeze and she groaned. How was he so undebatable? It was a nice quality for herself to have on her side, but the Mudblood could never be included with her group of frenemies. "Levicorpus," she thought to herself, waving her wand, hoping for the right affect. For all she cared, he could be hanging there forever and die of suffocation. He'd be the first to go on her hit list. When you were an enemy of Alecto Carrow you weren't about to get off with out a fight. She breathed for a minute and read through the book. For real. It actually wasn't that bad, but she wasn't about to say that.

"I think I would prefer that. It'd be better than admitting I have feelings." She retorted back with a smirk. She heard him mutter under his breath and said, "What did you say?" she leaned forward from her place at the side of the lake. If he dared insult her... He was definitely on her list now. It wasn't like her to feel like she was lower. But then again, none of her friends were here for backup. She frowned and pulled down her shirt.

Alecto grinned, "You've got a mouth?" she asked comically, "Who taught you that? You're mother?" She turned to face the lake, thinking about her options. She could fling it. or she could fling it. The choice was obvious, and she turned to face him again, "Have it your way then." She grinned and felt her eyes slowly return to normal, this was hilarious. She slowly levitated the book to the center of the lake and let it drop. Good bye to memories. His laugh rang out, and she spun around once again. "Me, a rat? Well, you'd be a slug. In fact, maybe I shouldn't deprive you of that chance." She had no clue how to transfigured people into animals of course, so she raised her wand and said, "Slug atrium." She wasn't expecting it to work at all, but after she had said it, she realized she probably looked like a fool. Everyone in her house knew she was no good at Transfiguration.

"You need to shut you're mouth before the Dark Lord does it for you."

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[hanamadison]

Name: Hana Rose
Last name: Madison
Age: 12
Appearance: Hana's appearance runs through the Madison blood. Her blond hair is straight and long enough to touch half-way down her back. Her facial features are elegantly defined with her thick eyelashes and blue glassy eyes. She is average height but has a nice figure and looks nice in everything.

Personality: Hana is a very quiet shy person but is a great listener to friends. She gives good advice to any problem with replaces a lot of her quietness. With her shyness, Hana also hides away her true thoughts and feelings to her father to try to impress him.

Naturally, Hana is intelligently-gifted, especially in transfiguration. With reports as proof, she is mostly top of her classes and teacher's pet. Her manners are always immaculate towards professors and any elders.

Her main flaw is her absence of creativity and imagination. She is always striving to do everything accurately, theoretically and mathematically instead of artistically. This follows her intelligence and proves her left brain is in control. Most of the time, this doesn¡¯t disadvantage her but in classes like Divination, her left brain stands in her way.

History: On the first of May 1995, Hana Rose Madison was born. Her parents, Christopher and Charlotte Madison cradled their first daughter of all seven children. Charlotte was weak, falling into a fever from stress and exhaustion. Charlotte passed away, with Hana in her arms, Christopher by her side and her sons peeking through the door. From that day, Christopher never forgave Hana for the death of his wife and her mother.

As Hana grew up, times were tough and sometimes awkward. Hana¡¯s brothers did not know how to react to their mother¡¯s death and the fact that Hana was in her arms as she slipped away. For Christopher, he was now a widower and could not cope with his last child.

With her mother taken away from her, Hana led a quiet life as a young child and probably contributed to shyness. Her father was always away on trips or shutting himself from Hana. This confused Hana a bit but she tried not to notice. But as she grew up, her suspicions grew too. Soon Han was sure that her father disliked her but she didn¡¯t know why.

When Hana received her invitation to Beauxbatons, she was overjoyed! Her brothers had written to her describing Beauxbatons, how wonderful the castle was, how beautiful the flying horses were and how tiring their homework was!

At last attempt of regaining her father, she waved and blew kisses to him as any other young girl would to her beloved father. Christopher saw this and just slowly turned his back to her.

Sample RP: Hana carefully tied her blue silk ribbon around her blond hair to match her school uniform. She glanced at herself at the mirror before grabbing her trunk and ran down the stairs. Her brothers were already boarding the carriage to Beauxbatons, their house-elves were loading on their trunks and the white magic horses were rearing up to go.

She smiled at this, gave her trunk to a house-elf and quickly stepped onto the magnificent carriage. The cushions were so soft behind her back and the flight was so smooth so didn¡¯t realise they had finally landed on the grounds of Beauxbatons. The sky was darkening with bright diamond stars as she went through the main doors of the actual castle!

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[naivelemon]

First name: Blake

Middle name: Maria

Last name: Wright

Age: 16

Appearance: (Not sure on the celebrity so shall stick with the one i have for now) Blake is 5'4", Black long hair, blue to browny eyes. She has an angelic face. Carved cheek bones and a nice beige skin tone. She's not skinny by the cat walk status but she's rather petite for her age. She has a thin waist that pulls in neatly, and a small bust. She may not be the biggest person but she's not afraid to speak out. A well known Daddy's girl.

History: The Wright family are known to be rather rich. Her Muggle Father a well known business man. Mother deceased. She was born on the 22nd of July. Mother dying shortly after the birth. Being raised by her Father her elder sister Tabbitha had been pushed out. Tabbitha has now left home. Born to a family of Muggles it took some time but Blake finally got excepted to Beauxbatons. Her Father proud and sister unaware it was left at that.

Personality: Blake is one to stand on her own feet. Take things by herself. But if all fail every girl has their Father. Being at Beauxbatons has made her in to a stronger person. Not having the greatest magical background like the rest of the girls she has come to cope that maybe she isn't the best out there. Open minded she will take peoples opinions on board.

She can have a high temper if anyone gets in her way.She's not afraid to do things which gets people hurt if this happens. Knowing to have flings and regret them later.

Sample Rp: Rolling over in the soft sheets i untucked the quilt, wrapping it around my cold body. The sun seeping in through the windows of my room. Samson stretched, digging his claws into the end of the bed with a mew the fury animal jumped off and left the room. I lay in bed simply listening as the wind swept around the old house. Making the windows shake with its force. Reluctantly i swung my legs out of bed, letting my bare feet step onto the warm rug underneath. The wind getting louder as i moved out of the room to the landing. My cases at the foot of the stairs.

Simply standing for a moment i looked over the banister, no sound of feet running or family jokes in the kitchen. No smell of fresh food wafting up the stairs or a goodbye party. Nothing. It was known that Father wouldn't make a fuss on this. I'd told him not to but all the same it would be appreciated.

I could see the waft of smoke coming from the living room door. Father sitting in his chair by the door. Pipe in hand as he held another meeting. Low mutters coming from the men every now and then. Changing i moved down the stairs not worried at making a noise. My now shoed feet making echoes at each step. Stopping by Fathers door i stuck my head in. He nodded towards me. No goodbye hug. Nothing.

'I'm going now,' I reminded him. Father said nothing as he went back to planning something with the other men 'I'm going to Beauxbatons,' And truth be i didn't want to come back.

Blake: img87.imageshack.us/img87/4445/193741189371519299gw5.jpg

Your display name needs to match the name in your application. Also your history isn't detailed enough.

[vivienne]

Hihi


First Name: Vivienne
Last Name: Levitski
Age: depends on year

Appearance: (ooc: i hope no one has Agyness Deyn as appearance *nervous*)
The typical blond-haired Beauxbatons girl who likes to stand out. Oui, that's a Russian family name, so double chances that she might be categorized - and she doesn't like that. So she's cut her blond hair. Honey eyed; slim, thin figure (ooc: let's be honest, who wants a fat character? *laugh*), not very VERY athletic, medium height, almost small. Except her school uniform, she's more hippie-ish, boheme-ish but doesn't like to admit she's bound to a stereotype, to a cliché.


History: Like I've said, Levitski is a russian name. Her father was son of a russian family. His family, due to war circumstances (Russian revolution), they had to move. After traveling from place to place, they stabilized themselves in France. Her father was a mage, but isn't anymore. There, when he grew up, he met her mom, a french witch. She went to Beauxbatons, too, and now wants her daughter to learn there as well. Not a very interesting family history, yeah.
As for exactly Vivienne's history, she was for 11 years a normal kid. Well, as normal as she could be with parents like hers. She was jealous of them, for being able to use magic, but never had the courage to try and neither had let her mother do that. She was very interested in mystic tales and superstitions, thanks to her parents, again. Now she likes more to find stories about paintings, photographs or the autors’ history.


Personality: At a first glance, the type of girl you'll might see in a big bunch of pranksters or kids who just like to have fun and party, but know nothing about her, don't hear her speak very much or find out things about her. So she's quiet. Not that she's unfriendly, it's because of shyness. Veeery much shyness, you’ll wonder what she was doing in the company of pranksters. Well, she comes up with ideas for them – rarely, but when she does, she does it brilliantly (ooc: oh the modesty *laugh again but louder*)
But when she's with some few, calm persons, she gets all active and funny.

Though, half of her free time she spends alone reading, painting or taking photos. Reading police or "slice of life" novels is her illness. She's an amateur at painting, though, and rarely gets inspiration from the impressionists. She'll keep this hobby only as a "stress pill". But when it comes to photography, she's confident of her ideas and perspectives. She'll laugh in his face if someone showed her some dizzy, unstraight photo and she's aspiring to be a professional photographer.

Bad things about her... In a moment she's annoyingly calm and quiet, and after 10 minutes she'll laugh hysterically at a lame joke only to stop abruptly. Another bad aspect is that she has moments when she's very indiferent and ignores everything and everyone that she doesn't have an interest in. She's superficial, too.


Sample RP:
Tick, tock, tick, tock...
"Tick, tock" she was singing softly in her head, with her eyes closed, arms and legs splayed on the bed, face at the ceiling. Vivienne waked up with a start: she thought it was Monday. Though, it was only Sunday. Now on her lips was playing a soft smile, the relief after waking up with that shocking thought.
She, finally, got up when she was feeling the chill creeping in her. It was, after all, early winter, and winter is cold - she childishly decided. She found out it was very early in the morning, after looking at the old clock from her bed stand. She got on her feet and then walked, bare foot, to the window. And, for a moment, she thought it was a window back to her dream. "The First Snow..." she tried to comprehend the thought. Excitement bubbled in her chest. "Perfect" she thought, opening the window and taking snow from the windowsill on her fingertips. Tick, tock... the clock continued unperturbed by the girl's almost desperate tries to change into some warm, winter clothes. "Batteries check. Movie roll... umm, yes, here it is, check!" she was singing in her head, verifying her camera and its accesories. She grabbed the camera's case, gloves and put on a colorful hat and fled out the door. The hallways were swimming around her, unnoticed. The icy air had made her breath stop in her lungs. "Maybe I should've got a hot coffee first..." she thought, remembering her throbbing throat. She got down the entrance’s stairway and stepped on the puffy snow.
After only five minutes, she was already content with a few delightful photos from the school's snowy grounds. "One more" she thought walking around three-four trees that had a weird shape. "One more photo. Right here" she continued, looking at a lonely footprint she had made in snow a few minutes earlier. "Here. Like in Vinerdi's step on the beach, in <<Robinson Crusoe>>. A lonely step, that says something like <<I am going to find you, your not safe on your lonely island.>>" she went on, inventing scenaries for the conceptual photograph she'd taken.
After ten minutes, some would find her in her bedroom, trying to melt away the cold in her bones. Her nose and cheeks were red and her boots full of snow.
She looked around: all the girls were sleeping. "Oh, man, I wished I had their sweet, unperturbed sleep!" she thought. Then, changing in some pijamas, she jumped in her bad, covered herself and took a book from the bed stand, near the clock and begin to read accompanied by the said clock.

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[amberromano]

First Name: Amber
Last Name: Romano
Age: 12
Appearance: Amber has layered, blond hair and amazing honey-colored eyes. Her lips are very pale, so she usually wears red lipstick or lip-gloss. Amber is a tiny bit taller than the average 12-year-old, but not by much.
History: Amber Romano was born on June 21st, the first day of summer. Both her mother and father are mer-people, along with her sisters, six-year-old Lavender and sixteen-year-old June. Amber has the unique ability to change her tail to legs. She didn't discover this until she was eleven years old. That's why she had to start Beauxbatons a year late! What was she supposed to do-sit in an over-sized fishbowl with wheels and have someone push her around the castle?
Personality: Amber is very bubbly and outgoing, but she can get VERY defensive of her family. In fact, her motto is "Make one joke about fishes and DIE". She swims stunningly even if she does not have her tail. She, like most all mermaids, has a wonderful singing voice, and she's not afraid to show it. Amber loves singing, and she writes songs in her free time. If she gets bored in class, Amber will doodle on whatever happens to be closest to her.
Sample RP: Amber Romano sat at the edge of the ocean, on the burning white sand. She stuffed 3 plastic shopping bags in her trusty waterproof bag and closed her eyes, concentrating hard. She closed her eyes tighter and focused even harder. 'Change. Change. Change.' she said to herself over and over again. Finally, Amber's legs turned into a tail with a 'poof'. She climbed into the warm ocean water and swam deep below the surface. Oh no! She was already twenty minutes late! Amber swam even deeper, and was stopped by a mermaid who looked very much like her.

"AMBER KRYSTALINE ROMANO! WHERE IN THE WORLD HAVE YOU BEEN?!" the woman's angry, yet musical voice called. "Long lines at the store, mom. But June and Lavender never quite get back home on time!" Amber argued fiercely. "This isn't about June and Lavender, it's about you! Twenty minutes late? I was so worried!" her mom replied angrily. "But I'm okay, aren't I? I'm going to go practice." she said, stopping the argument.

She swam for about 5 minutes and stopped at an empty patch of seaweed. Amber sat down, leaning on some coral, and took a canvas and some permanent paint out of her plastic shopping bags. She started to hum a song she heard on the land, called 'Bleeding Love' as she painted. Then, a tiny seahorse zoomed in front of Amber's canvas. It had a powder-blue envelope tied to it's stomach. Amber untied the note and opened it. She dropped her paintbrush and rushed back home.

"MOM! MOM! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT I HAVE!" She cheered, hiding the envelope behind her back. "What, Amber? What's the matter?" her mom asked, obviously confused. "I'M GOING TO BEAUXBATONS!!!" she said, revealing her letter. Amber hugged her mom tightly. She knew that she was a witch, but actually going to a school for it? Amber would miss her mother, her father, and her sisters. But this was the chance of a lifetime. And Amber could handle something as small as being away from her family-she was one tough fish girl!

Your history and personality could use some more detail.

[quinn]

First Name: Quinn Finn
Last Name: Donoghue
Age: Sixteen

Appearance: alabaster skin that has a liberal amount of brown flecks. Quinn inherited his mother’s looks. He has her long lanky build and stands at a tall 6 feet and 2 inches. Though while he is quite tall (and towers over his father by a good three inches), he is still quite thin. Though not for lack of trying. While the teen may be a vegetarian he can put it away just as well, and better, than any carnivore. His healthy eating habits do help when it comes to both his physical and mental health, it does, however, get hard when to explain to a house elf fish is meat too. Quinn has his mother’s coarse thick hair along with her outrageous grin that spread slowly through his features lighting up his eyes mischievously. When Quinn is truly excited about something you can tell because the grin lights up his entire face with the slightest of flushes.

As for dress Quinn inherited all of his style from his father. When not mandated to be in school uniform Quinn can almost always be found in any type of band tee-shirt though his favourites being The Grateful Dead, Sublime, and Pink Floyd. He usually tries to refrain from wearing the The Grateful Dead tee-shirt because he often gets questions such as “is this Grateful Dead a new anti-muggle movement?” A favourite standard also for the sixth year is his tie dye and his Birkenstocks. Quinn won’t leave his room without adorning his Birkenstocks on weekends, and even after school hours, and to just up the ante, his Birks are often worn with a pair of hideous tie dyed socks.

Quinn is also an avid knitter, it’s a peculiar hobby for a sixteen year old boy, but then again Quinn isn’t the average teenager. He first got started knitting when he was about eight and his mother had purchased a few sheep and insisted on making their own yarn and clothes and all of that. Eventually, she gave up trying to make yarn, let the sheep sleep in the living room, and bought yarn from a knitting shop in Dublin. With his father at work, Maeve insisted that Quinn learn to knit so that if the occasion ever arose he could make his own clothing. While the occasion never did arise, Quinn had taken to knitting as he did horse back riding: with a passion. So it’s quite rare to find the boy without his needles, or at least one piece of knitting clothing. His favourite of the moment being a dark green beanie.


History: Maeve Finn Donoghue was once only known as Maeve Finn, the happy-go-lucky daughter of Fallon Finn one of Ireland’s most prominent hotel owners. She had been one of those ‘new age’ teens, too influenced by that hypnotizing music, and that damn counter-culture. Only, Maeve had missed out on the hippy wave. In fact, Maeve was born in 1970, she growing up she only had the influence of television and what she saw in Dublin to condition her to the counter-culture lifestyle. Maeve, much to her father’s dismay, had even travelled to America for a few months. When she returned to Dublin she was far wilder than ever before.

It was in those few months that Maeve developed a close bond with Brodie Donoghue, a wizard from Wicklow, who had also travelled to California to find any remaining people that held the same ideals. While the two were close, there were by no means ready for the little bundle of joy that had been conceived during the Burning Man Project in the summer of 1990.

Quinn was born 15 hours later on April 7th 1991 and from the beginning no one could say that Quinn led a normal life. For eight days, for as long as he could remember, Quinn had been carried overseas to The Burning Man Project. “A commiseration of were you were conceived.” His mother would tell him, even when he was much too young to even know what ‘conceived’ meant. Then, in 1994, when Quinn was four he had been taken to Woodstock ’94. It quite possibly was the boy’s first real memory. Being perched on his father’s shoulders, far enough away from the mud, and swaying naively to the beat.

Quinn led a fairly normal life for the love child of two hippies. He went to public school, was a pacifist and would frequent protests in the North with his parents. Quinn also had been raised a vegetarian, in a cottage just outside of Paris. They had chickens, and cows and horses. They horses had always been the red-heads favourite. Unlike his father who claimed he had a healthy fear of the giant animals, Quinn had been drawn to them. It didn’t take long before Quinn received a Clydesdale foul on his 11th birthday from his grandfather. Quinn promptly Cian. He was a gorgeous foal with a black sleek coat, and a stark white tale and main. Along with Cian Quinn received his Beauxbatons letter.

He had long ago been told that he was not like other little boys, no. He was special. He was a wizard. Being young, he had never questioned the fact that he was a wizard. However, as he reached 10 or so, he began to doubt his parents information, but when had received his letter on that thick parchment, his stomach near exploded in excitement. He would finally attend the famed Beauxbatons where his father had attended so many years ago as a Cossu.

Beauxbatons was difficult for Quinn to adjust too. He had known all of the wizarding history, and even some spells, but he hadn’t been prepared for the hostility that ran through the school. Beauxbatons was a terrible reality check for the child of the two easy-going parents who lived in a prolonged world of harmony and happiness.

Personality: Quinn, quite possibly, is the only sane person in his household, or so he believes. Both his mother and father, whom he affectingly refers to as Maeve and Brodie, have their heads in the clouds far more often than not with all these crazy ideas for world peace. Usually, when the two of them would began to ramble on about world peace and how communism worked on paper, Quinn would look up from some novel he was reading, smile, roll his eyes and continue to read. Quinn perhaps because he didn’t grow up in the same era has his young parents and didn’t consume the same mind altering drugs as his parents, was quite level headed. Quinn was a realist in every which way. As much as he’d love to believe in his parent’s crazy plans, he knew that world peace would never be achieved and communism couldn’t work anywhere else besides paper. More often than not, the sixteen year old boy felt like the parent to two adult children who just wouldn’t move out.

As much as he loved his parents he vaguely found himself wishing he had normal PTA parents. Maeve and Brodie tended to treat their son as an adult, and would inform him of the facts as he was, and while it was a liberating feeling at first, it soon led to a burn on him. He had been forced to grow up faster than any other of his friends. His sense of responsibility outweighed any whimsical fairytale notion he held. Having to grow up faster than the other children had its benefits because with his adult outlook on things, Quinn had the mind of an adult in a sense. He would read newspapers from around the world, taught him self language the romance language, and read way above his reading level. While his teachers would rave about the boy’s genius, his parent’s were actually quite worried about him. “I didn’t read this much when I was younger? Did you?” His mother had been known for saying.

Quinn is far more mellow than most of his peers at Beauxbatons. Having the mentality of an adult the petty dramas of secondary school are of little concern to the teenagers. To the girls who flip out in the hallway about their boyfriends, Quinn only rolls his bright blue eyes and continues to walk down the hall either humming a sublime song or with his nose stuck in a book. Often both. It takes a lot to shock and or confuse the Irishman. He believes he’s seen it all, or worse in some cases. He tends to give people a lazy smile, bob his head, and roll his eyes all while thinking of something more outrageous.

His cool manner tends to give the wrong impression to his house mates. He usually comes off quite arrogant and full of himself. His lazy smiles and slow way of speaking seem to ooze with condescendence. However, he’s quite the opposite, and if people are willing to put up with his thick accent, it would become quite clear that Quinn is just quiet, and means nothing by his long pauses. People also seem to note that Quinn is far more accepting of differences than first impressions might elude too. With parents like Maeve and Brodie Quinn let’s most anything wash over him with a bob of his head and an “awesome.” Judging people would not be one of his strong points.

Sample RP: The train came to a screeching halt and the passengers of the train lurched forward with it, some of the younger students who had been milling around in the corridors came crashing with a thud to the ground. It was September first and there was electricity in the air that would not be rivalled ever again as young Quinn Donoghue would find out in the years to come. But right now, as he stood, brushed off his plan black robes, and headed out into the mass of students now milling in the corridors, he felt as if the excitement in the air was pliable.

As he waited for the mass to start moving, he closed his blue eyes and tried to think of another time he had been this excited just waiting. Upon being pushed forward with a grunt from behind him that sounded suspiciously like “effing first years-“, his feet began to move and realised that he hadn’t been this excited in…months, possibly years. Living with two nutters would do that to any one. It’s pretty hard to shock and or excite Quinn when he’s woken up to a sheep at the end of his bed chewing on his foot. More than once.

Quinn followed the flow of the people, not giving a second thought to where he actually belonged. With his hands tucked into the pockets of his black slacks he climbed down from the train and his blue eyes immdialalty took in his surrounding. It wasn’t much. Just a small train station, but as his eyes swivelled to a man holding a lantern and calling for first years. The man made Quinn’s heart speed up, but what was silhouetted behind him was a breathtaking palace. While the details were smudged out, it was enough to make the regal and intimidating outline. Hailing from a stone farm house from the Irish country side had not prepared him for anything like this. Not even the yearly trips to The Burning Man project had prepared him for this amount of chaos and mass of students.

The Irish boy was pushed in the direction yet again. “Sorry.” Quinn said as he looked over his shoulder to see who bumped him. Apparently people were in a rush to get the good seats. Following the crowd yet again, Quinn climbed into the first boat he say and sat next to a boy with blonde hair. The boy chattered more to himself because Quinn was only half listening as he gazed into the murky water. His mind was on the palace. The impossibly large and impossibly imposing castle that was supposed to be his home for seven years. Quinn wasn’t sure how much he’d end up liking Beauxbatons. It didn’t look friendly at all like his father had told him.

Somehow the first years were led up several flights of winding stone stairs into some anteroom and soon after that out into the Great Hall. The Hall was packed with the students from the train, all now divided into houses. None looked particularly excited about the event that was unfolding in front of them. None were excited that all knew students were being sorted, and Quinn couldn’t understand why. Quinn closed his eyes and took several claiming breathes. The butterflies in his stomach were multiplying at an outrageous rate, and it all seemed to climax when the stuffy old witch with the tight bun called out “Donoghue, Quinn!”

Quinn sat gingerly on the three legged stool that had been sat on so many times Quinn could feel a distinct groove in the wood. Quinn’s mind immediately began to wonder how many famous wizards and witches had sat on this stool and put on the cloak, however, a voice protruded into his mind.

”Interesting, interesting…where to put you, where to put you.”

Must be Cossu