Sorting (Term Ten)

[joliedoiron]

Okay, fine...i changed it A LOT.

First name:
jolie marianne

Last name:
doiron

History:
jolie marianne doiron was born in Paris, France, to a happy duke & duchess. Her family was all normal…or so she thought. Her great-grandmother, one she had never heard of, was half mermaid, and her husband, her great-grandfather, was a wizard. It’s hard to explain how they fell in love. They had a child, her grandmother, who didn’t have anything resembling a mermaid except her excellence at swimming. She was a metamorphagus named Amethyst Doiron. She married a vampire who she enchanted to love her and then jolies father was born…a half-vampire, but a very good wizard. He married a rich witch and jolie was born a witch metamorphagus.
Fortunately Jolie never used her metamorphagus power until when she was five and came home from school with red hair and yellow skin.
The minute she turned 4 and a half, Jolies parents sent her to a special all-girls school for witchcraft in the republic of fiji. This school taught her how to control her magical powers. Jolie didn't like it one bit. It was like normal school, but where they treated you like mental patients. This school only ran until you were 11, then you had to go to a different school. Jolie wanted to go to a REAL magic school, and chose Hogwarts. It seemed pretty nice.
There she was sorted as a ravenclaw, but the hat made that decision after a LONG time. It's other choice was Slytherin. SHe went there for a year, but was expelled. Her parents then found Beauxbatons, a beautiful castle near home.

Appearance:
jolie has loose, curly light brown hair and aqua eyes.
She is average size, about 5’6 and has long feet. She has pale skin, except when she’s happy or when she uses her metamorphosing power.
She likes to change her hair to black and straight, gold eyes, and red, red lips.



Personality:
Jolie Doiron loves making people mad, knowing that she'll always get her way. Her favourite color is red, and she loves magic. She loves knowing that she can do things muggles can't. She hates muggle-borns, being brought up that way. Some people she knows call her the Little Temper. She loves to draw, write and play chess. She also loves to swim and can't wait to go to Beauxbatons.
Her nickname is Jo, but she only lets her family call her that. Truthfully she prefers Jolie.
She loves to interpret dreams. She thinks theyre the only things that are weirder than magic. She uses her metamorphagi power very, very often, to impress people. She's never been jealous because she beleives that she can be better than anyone. Truthfully she's kind of self-centered, but can be really nice if you're her friend.
She loves her family and her little whire kitten, Mek.

Sample role-play:
Emilya Weng.
Emilya Weng was in front of the class, again.
Jolie yawned at the report of whales blubber given with many stutters by her. A boy beside her was making his desk go on fire and then back to normal. His name was Andrew. He was a fire whisperer.
A girl in front of her was singing to herself as a boy beside her goggled with his mouth open. Her name was Sanie. She desended from a family of veelas. Sometimes Jolie felt like punching her.
Jolie was slowly making her pencil do back flips on her hard little desk while being bored. She stopped and stared as the 5 people in front of her collapsed on their desks. She was reminded of how NOT bored she would be if she was at home, in her room, her beautiful, beautiful room...Everything inside her got blurry. She thought of home. She wanted these thoughts to go away, so she wouldn't miss them. SHUT UP, she said to the thoughts in her mind. SHUT UP- SHUT UP..."shut up," she whispered to herself. And then--
"SHUT UP!" She said outloud, in her anger. Her eyes turned red and her hair black. Then she regretted it. Half the class woke and stared.
Some people snickered. The teacher widened her eyes.
But the most surprised was Emilya Weng.
She mumbled, "Well, if you feel that way," and stalked away to her seat.
She calmed down to her curly brown hair, but her eyes stayed dark red. Her mind was overcome by thoughts of home. She quickly washed them away and stared to the front of the class. The teacher stared, and said,
"Jolie, you feel bad right now, don't you?"
Jolie didn't feel bad. She felt good that her mistake had got Emilya off the stage. It wasn't a mistake if it did that.
"No." She calmly answered. "I simply said what I wanted instead of what is a lie. A lie is that Emilya's report was excellent." She said it with perfect suavity, and some people hid their laughs in a cough.
She was the heroiine of the class, and she smiled.
The teacher was definetly in shock. "Jolie," She started. Her face hardened. "Go down to the office."
She didn't care about the office. She wanted to go home, LET them expell her.
"Well, miss, that's not really saying anything. 'Please, Jolie, go down to the main office and use the elevator,' would be more correct." She smiled again.
The class coughed more.
"NOW." The teacher commanded.
"Would you be so kind as to give me an escort, miss? I might be ambushed down there in the stairwell, you know." The class exploded in hacking cough. The techer stood up and called, "ANDREW! GO WITH HER NOW BEFORE IT KILLS ME!"
Jolies lips were deep red in a smile, and her eyes were dancing with lively orange. She marched down the hall with a michevious grin before she opened the office door.

Must be Sournois

[holly humphrey]

First Name: Alice
Last Name: Dixie
Age: Eleven
Appearance:

History: Alice was born who knows how many years ago. She was always a strange child, always seemed older than she was. She was 11 years old and can already have a conversation with her (foster) mom about stuff like the economy. Alice was always very smart for her age. She can't really remember anything apart from being 11. She was eleven since as long as she can remember. She doesn't know how many years that was. Her mom didn't tell her anything until recently. Its been eleven years since she adopted Alice, and she wasn't a normal woman. Neither was Alice, obviously. Eleven years since she was eleven. It could be more, Alice doesn't know, and neither does her lone adopting mother. It seems the orphanage that Alice came from have no idea that Alice doesn't age. All they knew was that she was an old soul, and they had the impression thats he was about 9 when they got her. They really have no idea.

So with her eleven years with her mom (adoptive mother, Carla), Alice has discovered many things. She doesn't know anything before the orphanage. She can hardly remember anything from there. No special memories, no friends. The kids there must of thought of her as a freak. Alice couldn't care less though. So with Carla, she got along together like they were best friends. Carla was psyched to have a daughter (and she didn't have a baby that she had to clean up after, though she never said this). They always went out, always moved around.

Only five years ago, they had moved from England to France. People had started to notice that Alice didn't any appearance changed. Carla said she got a great job opportunity (when she had none) so that people didn't suspect. Not that they'd come up with anything, and even if they did, it would only confuse them. They wouldn't know or honestly believe that they had a demon on their mist. And its true. Alice was a demon. Or an angel, as Carla always said, but Alice knows she must demon. She doesn't age. Every witch and wizard like Carla ages. When Alice gets mad enough, her eyes go flat black, no whites or anything. That had to be a quality of a demon. Its not like she serves the devil. She's never met him, and doubts he exists. A demon is just a word, like Carla says.

Alice came to be in Beauxbatons a year after Carla said that she was a witch, a woman who once went to Beauxbatons. That is probably why she came back to France. Carla was born here, and raised here. Carla was a decent student in Beauxbatons, nothing special. Alice was surprised that she had some magic blood in her veins. A please surprise. So she's here now, and she plans on doing well. She plans on doing her best, like she always does.

Personality: Alice is a rather complicated little girl. She seems older than she really is, and can talk like she's got a lifetime of experience. She usually knows what she's talking about. Be it the first leader of France, or the newest scientific problem. She's the kind of girl who simply needs to know all that she could know. It only takes once to remember what she's told or what she's read. She never forgets anything, which is odd because she forgot everything before Carla came along.

Not knowing things, especially her past, really bothers her. Inwardly. She'll never let anyone know what she's upset. She wont even show how happy she feels. If she got a pleasant surprise such as a huge gift for her.. eleventh birthday, she'll smile and get embarrassed. She doesn't feel comfortable showing her emotions. Carla is the opposite. She dumps all of her emotions, moods, and feelings on Alice. Alice is a good listener, and doesn't have a problem with it. She'd prefer to listen and comfort rather than talk about her own problems.

Alice is not one to babble. She's more of a thinker than a speaker. Many say she's shy, but thats not the case. Carla tends to call her an introvert. If she went to a party, she'd sit in a corner until she's found a place to be alone. She'd usually read a book or something. Her little character friends are enough company for her. Alice is starting to run out of books to read, as she memories every sentence of every book after she reads it.. She's reading a lot of books for the second time over for now. She hasn't read any spell books or anything, just history books and fiction. She doesn't know anything about magic yet. She plans on reading the books required as she goes. She doesn't want to be a know it all before she gets to Beauxbatons.

Alice was never a leader either. She doesn't believe in the word 'team'. She prefers to go solo. If she were in the group, she'd be the one sitting on the side lines that the leader sits next to asking questions in whispers. Alice would be skeptical of it, but she'd answer them. She doesn't have much of a temper. Its almost like she doesn't really care. She's very aware, though, and knows that it won't help any to refuse to answer.

Sample RP: Alice sat in the gardens, a book propped on her lap as always. She leaned against the tree, the back of her head leaning against the dry bark behind her. Her hair was caught in the cracks, but she didn't move her head around. She'd only notice once she's gotten up. Staring out into the pink roses that laid out before her, Alice was deep in thought. She had read this book already, and she didn't even need to look at the words to know what they were. The words of 'Pride and Prejudice', a book she felt like she has already read before her first time. Maybe she had already read it before the loss of her memory. Or maybe it was simply a common story that she knew it already. She wasn't sure. It was a good book though, even if it didn't hold her interest from the first chapter. She got into it eventually.

Her deep, dark brown eyes bored into the bottom of the lake, seeing every fish that swam by. All her senses were sharper than the average humans, but it wasn't better than everyones. She couldn't see as far as an eagle, for example. She couldn't smell as well as a tiger would, be she knows she has better senses than the average human. She could see farther, smell more, and hear more that everyone she has met so far. All were average, or maybe even a bit below average. Alice was just so much more aware than they were. Being her first day at Beauxbatons, Alice would probably meet someone who were better than her. Of course she would eventually. A common wizard or witch did have the same sense as a muggle did. She's heard that there were other demons and slightly inhuman people here. Vampires, werewolves. She'd meet one soon enough. She was sure.

So what would she do today? She had found out today what house she was sorted in, so maybe she should go unpack. Meet some of her fellow house members. As she pondered and imagined what they would be like, a soft breeze blew through her hair, across her pale skin, raising goose bumps. Would they be repelled from Alice? Or would she repel from them? She'll have to wait and find out.

Where is your RP Sample? And...how could she talk with her foster mother about the economy when she was 1 but her foster mother adopted her when she was 11? I'm confused.
sorry ma'am. I should have put not finished on here somewhere Still working on it.. and the one was supposed to be 11, sorry.

[sophiaroland210]

First Name: Sophia
Last Name: Roland
Age: 16
Appearance: Sophia's appearance is very calm, gentle, and kind. She has big blue eyes with wavey brown hair that goes to her elbows that she is always pulling in a tight ponytail to keep it away from her face.
History: Sophia's father died three years ago of cancer. He was muggle, while Sophia's mother was a witch. She was born in London on April 10th. She has one sister named Kylie who is eight years old with all of Sophia's features.
Personality: Sophia's personality is very bright. She can be shy at times but she can be very outgoing and very crazy. Shes spontaneous and loves romance. Shes a very kind person who will help anyone she sees. She cares deeply of her work and sets herself goals and she always promises herself that she will not let them down.
Sample RP:

You need to fill out all of the fields, and add more to each of them. Also, change your display name so it fits your character's name.

[cassieadams]

First Name: Cassidy
Last Name: Adams
Age: 16
Appearance:

History:
Cassie Adams was born on the 21st of October. Her mother was a witch,
and her father, a wizard. They raised her up in their mansion in the muggle
world. They then discovered that Cassie was, indeed, a witch. When Cassie
turned 11, her parents decided that it was time to send her to a magic school.
Personality:
Cassie is sometimes impatient, and outspoken. She makes friends easily and
the complete opposite of shy. She's brave and not afraid to take risks. She's
also nice and understanding.
Sample RP:
"Hahahahaha!" 6 year old Cassie Adams giggled. She was playing with a flower.
Well, I wouldn't call it playing. She was doing magic, making the marigold float
in thin air.

"Mama, look!" Cassie said, showing the floating flower to her mother. She
looked at the floating flower with surprise. "Cassie, how are you doing that?"
she asked her daughter.

Cassie thought for a while and then shrugged her shoulders. "I dunno, mama."
Her mother smiled. Even with that answer, she knew her daughter was a which.

She was so proud.

Please add more to the History and Personality sections. Also, please add flaws to your character.

[cloe]

First Name:Cloe Marie

Last Name: Johnson

Age: 14

Appearance:


History:
Cloe has lived a very normal life in france, almost the same as a muggles life. She grew up in a small village, in the outskirts of France, her mother and father owned the local pub. Her grandparents lived close by, so she grew up to hate being seperated from them, which was quite a problem when she came to Beauxbatons. Her family made sure she was brought up with manners, and always giving everyone a fair chance, no matter what their status. Cloe went to a muggle school, not knowing her mothers magical roots.

Personality:
Cloe is a very caring and loyal person, always sticking up for her friends. She rarely gets close to anyone, apart from her family and best friends. Cloe likes to read and get her homework done with quickle, before she even thinks about partying, even though she is always up for a laugh. Cloe hates people who talk about others behind their backs, as she thinks it is very rude, and people deserve to hear what other's have go to say about them.

Sample RP:

Cloe hugged her parents quickly, before giving a faint smile to them. She wasn't looking forward to going to Beauxbatons, as she didn't know anyone their and being without her parents for such a long tiome worried her. "We can see you at christmas!" Her mother exclaimed, probably more excited than Cloe. Cloe shrugged her shoulders before hearing the toot of the Train behind her. As she clambered onto the train, her father handed her a small pink book, full of lined fresh white paper. Cloe mumbled "Thanks." Before going down the train corridor and seating herself into an empty compartment. Cloe looked out of the window towards her mum and dad, a tear trickled down her cheek.

Can you add some flaws to your character, please?

[dulcibella]

Name:
Dulcibella Daphne Dieudonne

House:
Rourie

Age:
15

Appearance:

Dulcibella is the personification of her name; sweet and beautiful. Tall and willowy with golden blonde hair; unblemished, white skin; and bright green-blue eyes like the ocean she is often mistaken to have Vella blood. She doesn’t have many curves and, though tall and beautiful, she lacks the grace to carry her long body with confidence.

History:
The Dieudonne family is full of matriarchal heritage. With the belief that magic passes from the mother to the child (daughter) the family name does as well, to the chagrin of many men who’s sons marry a Diedonne woman. This belief is backed up by the fact that male children of the Dieudonne are usually squibs and are positioned in the muggle world as politicians or scholars.
Distant cousins of both Adora Rouerie and Boden Sournois, the Dieudonne clan has great members that graduated Beauxbaton through both Rouerie and Sournois houses. There was Duclibella’s great-great-grandmother, Brigitte Dieudonne (who Dulcibella looks very much alike) graduated Sournois and became Ambassador to England’s Ministry of magic or Dulcibella’s great-great-great-aunt Adelaide who was a Rourie and was Tri-wizard Champion.
With such a lineage to live up to Dulcibella is sent to Beauxbaton to become a great witch herself. Her mother, Aglae, expects her to be the next “sorciere fantastique!” Her father, Etienne Germain (a distant cousin of the Rourie and part of the Rourie house when at Beauxbaton), is a
quiet and secluded man who doesn’t have much to do with his daughter and focuses on his wand $business.
Aglae taught Dulcibella all the sciences, histories, politics, and literature to try and mold her daughter well. During her schooling Dulcibella didn’t socialize with many people her age except at her parents’ parties where she is encouraged to “play” with only those children of pure blood and elite heritage. Raised to believe pure-blood best, school the most important thing, and lower classes are beyond her notice, Dulcibella has no idea about the outside world.
Under this pressure Dulcibella attends Beauxbaton; stressed, ungraceful, and anxious about making a name for herself.

Personality:
Quiet and focused on making her mother proud Dulcibella is very secluded. She comes off as snobbish, being a high-class, pure-blood beauty, but truthfully she doesn’t quite understand the differences between herself and a muggle. Smart and clumsy she is often falling over her stacks of books or down the stairs when she’s walking around reading. In all she is very sweet and willing to make friends as long as they don’t get in the way of her studies.

Sample RP:
The clock tower struck six, in the morning, signaling the rise of most students at Beauxbaton to wash and dress and prepare for a day of learning. Dulcibella Dieudonne, however was already hard at work, precariously balancing a stack of books, most of them on potions and herbology, as she ascended the stairs to the Rouerie common. She stopped as her blonde hair moved in front of her eyes and gently rested the stack against her side. Slowly she moved her right hand to wipe the hair form her eyes and just as she did so, all the books fell crashing down the stairs, each thud-thump-thump-thump…louder than the last.
Scarlet with embarrassment and the effort of carrying the books only to have them collapse, Dulcibella looked around to see who saw the catastrophe. Glad to see very few people about, it being so early in the morning, she made her way down to the bottom of the stairs and, with a sigh, withdrew her wand from her robes.
“Wingardium Leviosa.”
The books all rose and under the flicking and twitching of her wrist came together in a stack. Placing herself underneath the stack she flicked her wrist again and they landed in her arms. She stepped back under the weight but had them firmly and made her way again up to the common.
The sight would have been hilarious for all who saw as the books were wider than her form and with each step they threatened to fall. Dulcibella squinted with fear then made her next step, praying that the stairwells would not decide to move on her…again.
Making it to the common the books and their carrier collapsed onto a comfortable blue sofa and stayed sedentary for a good twenty minutes. The few up and studying wondered if she had passed out but she rose, pulled her golden hair back into a jeweled barrette that looked like a peacock feather, and got to work.

Must be Rouerie

[tabitha]

First Name: Tabitha
Last Name: McAllister
Age: 16
Blood: Half-blood

Appearance:



Height: 5 ft 9'
Weight: 58kg


History:
Tabitha comes from an empty household, one in which the parents give the child space and allow them to make adult decisions, which may have worked out ideally in many ways, if they had not had such a strange daughter whom they believed was not like them in any way.

Tabitha's parents are not to pleased that she turned out to be this witch, which goes against every sane and rational idea they had ever had in their lives. Her mother blames herself for giving her such a witch like name, but through much therapy(provided by the grandfather) the parents have come to terms with their daughters "special ness" as they so eloquently put it.

As it turns out Tabitha’s grandfather is a wizard thus there is someone who understands what she is going through and is there to help her make it through the hard times. In a bid to help her, he has taken her in during the summer when her parents are busy with work and has been helping her with her studies overjoyed that now he is not the only one in this family he had created that was part of the magic community.

Her life was normal in every other way as she was raised in the suburbs of a little nothing town in a nothing part of England, she attended a normal primary school and then went on to the extraordinary secondary education in the world of magic at first Hogwarts and then to Beauxbatons.


Personality:
She is a little odd this child, she has an obsession with plushies, which has been going since her parents started to give her pocket money and anyone forced to share a room with her will see just how bad it can be, as she even has a collection that get to come to school with her.

Other then that the odd-ness stops there, Tabitha loves to read fantasy books written by the muggles about dragons and far away made up lands which have purple grass and yellow skies.
Another passion of hers is art and given the chance to draw she will try her hardest to make it right to the point of almost ocd like concentration.

She has been known to be a jealous person though she has yet to have a boyfriend to be jealous about she has been jealous of the girls who get to date the dream guy she has had her eye on.

But despite all that she can be a loving and caring friend, who will be there through thick and thin to help you out when you need someone. So do not doubt that if you are her friend you will have a friend till the end no matter what.

Sample RP:

Tabitha sat on the bed fiddling with her toy dragon unsure of what to do now. the unpacking had been done and the arranging of her things had taken far less time then she had thought and now she had nothing to do, and no idea where to go as this school was not like Hogwarts and thus completely foreign.

The thought of just wandering around did intrigue her and frighten her at the same time as she knew if seh ventured into the unknown then she would perhapse meet people and begin the task of making friends but then there was the chance that she got lost and was unable to find ehr way back to the dormitory.

All these thoughts wre buzzing through her head as she stood and looked out of her window onto the grounds below and further to the woods which surround the school partially. Glancing down at the toy in her hand she sighed and asked it," What am i going to do? I must be the saddest person on the planet! Come on I am asking advice from a stufffed toy for crying out loud!"
With that she turned and placed her dragon on the bed and walked out of the room worries be damned.



Must be Rouerie

[goldenaura]

First Name: Clarissa Lyra (or Clarissa, or just Rissa)
Last Name: Devereaux
Age: Fourteen
Blood: Pure-blood
Appearance:



History:

Clarissa Lyra Devereaux was born to a witch and a wizard in warm autumn. They lived in an ordinary home in the muggle world until Clarissa's father died when she was ten, and then Clarissa's mother decided to send her to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Clarissa was happy when her father died (unfortunately to say). He had been interested in muggles, to the point where he didn't care for his only daughter, and child, and even didn't like her. Life hadn't exactly been easy with him, and she won't say why. Her father wasn't, in fact, a muggle, he just found a large interest in them and moved the family to a muggle city.

Clarissa was only ten at that point, so Clarissa's mother waited for a year and then awaited Clarissa's letter. Clarissa honestly didn't care about letters, but she did like the idea of a pet owl (a bribe to give the school a chance).

Most of her extended family is deceased. Her parents's siblings are mostly dead, her grandparents dead, her cousins are very (very) distant, et cetera. She only has a great-aunt (also a witch) who is sort of crazy. Of course Clarissa won't talk to her.

Her much older (and long-dead) relatives were all witch and wizard, too. Her entire family is full of pure-bloods, all of which have been scattered among Durmstrang, Hogwarts and Beauxbatons. Clarissa was relieved when she was allowed to go to Beauxbatons. She just liked it, for some odd reason.

Clarissa's only best friend, Jane Smith, used to nearly live with her. Jane's father was a muggle, her mother was a witch, and there was this major mess where Jane ended up being a metamorphagus with giants-blood. Then Jane left to be a student at Hogwarts, and the sorting hat dealt her Hufflepuff. She's currently a third-year Hufflepuff.

Clarissa used to be a Slytherin at Hogwarts (who knows why?), but she was expelled for a reason she would never tell anyone (relax, it's not that bad). Then her mother (after a lot of arguing) chose Beauxbatons and registered her.

She is currently waiting for the letter.

Personality:

Clarissa is shy. As in, very, very shy. She can't start a conversation to save her life, and she certainly can't say hi, either. She just trips as soon as she tries, which brings me to say she isn't very stable either. So instead of trying to grasp anyone's attention, she waits for another "misfit" to come talk to her.

When she wants to, she can try being bubbly, only Clarissa's bubbly attempts fail miserably. She prefers reading and writing anyway. She LOVES reading. Her nose is always in a book, and she can spend an entire day trying to make up a story.

Poetry also appeals to Clarissa. She tries to make up her own poems, as well as limericks and haikus. The limericks are kind of easy. She has to try not to lose all her papers, though. She's a very unorganized individual.

Clarissa can try to smile. As you can see in all her pictures, she does wear necklaces, lipgloss and she is capable of smiling. She's just very mellow, so being that clique-y popular girl doesn't appeal to her.

Even though her only friend (a Hufflepuff in Hogwarts) is crazy, Clarissa would never throw a party. Ever. She's too quiet and depressing to ever do anything party-related. So don't even ask. And karma points to you if you can get her to.

All the bloods are confusing to Clarissa. Which is why she's immensely grateful to be a full-blood, so she isn't more muddled up than she already is. Though it would be interesting to have a friend with different bloods at Beauxbatons, like Jane.

Sample RP:

She wished she was the prettiest girl in the class, just to catch his attention.
Every morning he sat right in front of her, his bronze hair to her, but his dark eyes away from her.
Make that a descendant of Veelas.
She only liked him because he was so.. well... dazzling, but she would give anything just to be able to carry on a decent conversation with him, and maybe spark his interest. She didn't care about anything else. Secretly, that desk she sat in inched closer to his every morning. Just to get closer. She didn't even know his name, even when she tried her hardest to stay awake during attendance.
Or maybe an already-beautiful direct descendant of Veelas who actually cared about lip gloss, even if she did use it.
Instead, she was a clumsy brunette who always seemed out of everything, somehow daydreaming even as she paid attention. Even her memory failed to be of any use, she never knew how to talk to the other girls, and her parents were embarrassing.
After overthinking as usual, she attempted (unsuccessfully) to put her overactive mind to rest, and did the most insane thing she had ever tried.
She got up and poked his shoulder.
"Yeah?" the boy asked. "Erm.. I was, uh, just wondering.. if... you, uh, would like to, uh..." she took a deep breath. He stared at her as if she had just told him she was a witch. Which she was. "Iwasjustwonderingifyouwouldliketositwithmeatlunch." She exhaled. This was going to be slightly easier. "I sit behind you in every class except P.E."
"Yeah, you're that weird girl. What's your name?" he asked. "Um, Clarissa. Clarissa Devereaux?" she asked. This was blindingly easy. She pictured them both chatting at lunch, and her telling him it was her last week of school (she was leaving for Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.), and him getting upset. She pictured a whole drama that was worthy of a TV. Of course that wouldn't happen. Anything she thought of never came true.
He pursed his lips, clearly thinking. She then pictured him telling her that a bunch of crazy girls wanted him to sit with them at lunch, but of course he would sit with her. Instead, he put his pencil away and started to leave.
"No thanks," he said.

Actually, she isn't a pure-blood (or "full-blood" as you say). she's a half blood, and therefore mixed. Her father is a muggle, right?

Must be Cossu

Fixed! I guess I just said full-blood... Thank you!

[dev]

First Name: Izzekiel

Last Name: Devorez

Age: Seventeen

Appearance: Here

History: Being the oldest of four wasn't an easy task for the boy. Izzekiel Devorez was born to Sage and Trey Devorez two years before the second oldest son. Life was pretty peachy at first. Everything seemed to be going fine. Then the lay-off came. Trey Devorez was a great worker. He had worked in a factory for as long as he could remember. Making great money, but when the factory filed bankruptcy, and had to lay people off Trey was one of the first people to go. Sage was a stay at home mother for the kids. So the family was relying on Trey's money. The lack of jobs, and money cause stress on the family, and Izzekiel's parents began fighting. It was usually a daily thing after a while. The kids completely hated it. Hearing their parents fight the way they did. So all of them would usually gather in Izz's room, and he would tell them a story. Of course they fought they were brothers, and sisters, but when things like this happened. Izzekiel tended to put things aside to make sure his brothers and sisters were alright.

Things weren't as bad as everyone thought they were. Yeah they didn't have as much money as they used to, but they were getting by. Their father had unemployment checks coming in, and that paid the bills, and they had help to get groceries. It wouldn't be long though until the unemployment ran out, and they would have to find another, cheaper, place to live. After a little while. A few weeks at the most. There came a letter in the mail. It was Izzekiel's younger brother who found the letter, and brought it to him. Now before now Izz wasn't aware anyone in his family had any kinds of secrets. Reading the letter it seemed to be a joke to him at first. Wizarding school. Magic. It just didn't seem real. So he put the letter in the trash.

The fighting was getting to Izzekiel's mother. The way she dealt with stress was by cleaning. The house was usually spotless, but with days like these she always found something to clean. While cleaning one day after a hugs fight with her husband Sage was cleaning the kitchen. She went to take out the trash when she saw the letter that Izz had received. The writing, and the paper it was on seemed oddly familiar to her in some way. Sage took the paper out of the trash can, and knew that she had neglected to talk to her kids about her secret life. Her husband didn't know, and she planned on keeping it that way. After reading the letter, and thinking about it. Sage decided to talk to her son about attending Beauxbatons. It didn't take her long to talk to him about her secret past, but it did take her quite a bit longer to persuade the boy into going to the boarding school, but in the end he agreed. Sage wasn't sure though if she was happy or not, but it was happening now, and she wasn't going to try and stop the boy.

Personality: Izzekiel's personality is rather normal. He's a decent kid. He has good morals, and it pretty nice when you get to know him. He tends to have his moments though. If you annoy him or if you just plain get on his nerves he might snap. If you respect him though you'll get the same amount of respect back. 'treat others the way you would want to be treated' Izz believes that, and lives by that. He understands though that people have bad days. He usually doesn't hold grudges, and thinks everyone deserves a second chance. Sometimes even a third. He's a soft kid, but had a hard inner core.

Izz likes a lot of things. He likes making new friends, just meeting new people, and he likes to help people. Although the last one gets him into more trouble than any thing he loves helping people. It makes him feel better about himself. Like he's achieving something. He's a great listener, and a great advice giver. He's not afraid to tell the truth though. If you come to him for advice or just to talk. Be prepared for the honest truth. Because this kid will give it to you. Whether it be harsh or not.

Sample RP: There was no special plan in Izzekiel's mind as to what it was he was going to do in this place. It just seemed so odd to him. Different. Although he wasn't one to judge people or their lifestyles this was different. He was one of the people who was odd. It just wasn't normal for him. It didn't bother him too much though because the whole concept of magic, and everything about this school was a little bit interesting to him. He was sure though the people weren't going to be very interesting, but he could be very wrong about that. He had to keep telling himself over, and over again that he wasn't going to judge any of these people before he got to know them. Which typically wasn't very hard for him. Izz sat on the edge of his bed, and sighed. He was tired, but every time he layed down he just tended to lay there. It was hard for him to fall alseep. Even if he was exhausted he just layed there. Without thinking too much about it the blond got up from his bed, and left the dorm. The common room was empty, but he wasn't expecting people to be in there at this time of night so instead of staying in there he walked out of the common room, and through the halls. His destination was the grounds. It would be the perfect place to do a little bit of sky gazing.

After a few minutes of walking through the halls. He got lost. It wasn't like he knew it was going to happen, but with how big this place was it was bound to happen. He just wished it didnt have to happen at this time of night. There would be no one up to help him find his way. The only place he knew in the school was his houses common room, and stil he didn't exactly remember how to get there. Izz knew what the doors that led to the grounds looked like, but getting there was a whole different story. After a few more minutes of walking aimlessly through the halls he finally gave up, and sat down by one of the walls. With his luck he would get in trouble for being out after curfew, but he kind of hoped a prefect saw him so they could help him get back to the common room at least. He hoped that he was just that lucky today.

[gah that was horrid im sorry. it's not my best, but i hope it's good enough.]
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Could use more flaws...but I see good potential with this character. As you roleplay him try to bring out some flaws, okay?

Must be Rouerie

[piperrizzi]

First Name: Piper (Pip)

Last Name: Rizzi

Age: 11

Appearance: Pip has dark brown hair that shines red in the sun, and dark brown eyes. Both of her parents, though born in France, are of Japanese decent, with all four of her grandparents being born in Japan. So her features are very Japanese. Piper is short and thin, which is good, considering that her personality would probably make her way too overbearing if she were bigger than she is. Basically, Aya Ueto (the girl in her set) is a good model for her.

History: Pip was born into a middleclass family in an unmapped pureblood suburb (she’s never been able to figure out how anybody managed to create a suburb and keep it unmapped) in France. She has an older sister named Ivy, who is currently attending Beauxbatons as a second year, and a younger brother named Ian, who is 10 years old and turning 11 in April, five days after Pip’s birthday (April 9th). They’ve each had their differances, but they’ve always been fairly close. Pip is totally pumped (as she is about many things) to be going to Beauxbatons with her sister this year. The eleven year old has always wanted to be an actor on stage when she grows up, and she brings some of those dramatics out in her everyday life. Sometimes she reacts a bit bigger than most people would….That’s just kind of her personality, though.

Personality: Pip thrives on other people being around. She needs other people to survive. She's the kind of person that is rarely upset, unless she's by herself...those ar her bad days. She is also extremely excitable, and when something happens that she doesn't expect, Pip's bound to react. Actually, she's bound to react to almost anything, no matter how small it is. Pip's personality can occasionally be a little overbearing...when you're tired or in a bad mood, you don't want to have a little ball of excitement floating around about you. Piper also has a habit of overreacting to things....That's her personality. She really can't help it.

Sample RP:

Lalalalaaa. Hop-skip! Hop-skip-hop! The first year looked up at the tree that she was skipping around, a grin on her face. Hop-skip! Skippy-skippy-hop! Pip smiled up at a squirrel that she saw climbing the tree. "Hello, squirrelly-squirrelly!" the brunette said, a laugh edging in on her voice.

The day was perfect. There was really no other way to describe it. Beautiful. Stunning. Warm. Perfect. "Vous! Enfant mignon! Ecureuil!" she exclaimed in French, a silly expression on her face. You! Cutie! Squirrel! The squirrel looked a little surprised by the sudden noise.

Completely oblivious, Pip picked her hands up to her head and made some moose ears, her expression silly. Lalalaaa! The only way this day could get better was if there were other people around.

When you write in French, please give a translation in english.

Must be Cossu

[lily17]

First Name: Lily

Middle Name: Rose

Last Name: Riley

Age: 16

Appearance:

History:
Lily was born in England, in the city of Liverpool, to her proud parents Lisa and Robert Riley, on the 31st of October 1990.

She lived a happy childhood growing up in the presence of muggles and magic folk alike.

She had two younger siblings, a brother Jake, who was 14 and a sister Marie, who was 5.

Her mother felt it best that the children were home schooled, as living at home would help them become accustom to the ways of muggles, and would prepare them for the future.

However, this summer her father was presented a proposition which meant that he and his family would have to move to Paris, France for a number of years.

Although she was sad to leave the friends she had made in Liverpool, Lily was looking forward to the adventure that lay ahead of her.

Lily's mother had already discussed going to Beauxbatons with her, and both agreed it was probably a good idea to try and get a place there as she wouldn't know the people in the area as well as back home.
All she had to do, was wait for the letter.

Personality:
Lily is quite an eccentric person, she likes to make herself known to those around her, and doesn't like to remain silent.
She knows how to have fun, and she can be very trusting, most of the time because she will forget what someones told her within the first five minutes.

She does find it hard to concentrate, and doesn't like to keep her opinions to herself, so usually if she doesn't like you, you will know about it, and she can stir up trouble with boy-situations, but would never go out of her way to hurt her friends.

She does have her ditsy moments, so be patient and bare with her when it comes to common sense.
She is no good with keeping time and will always turn up 10 minutes late to everything, even if you tell her to be there 10 minutes before everyone else, she will still be late.

However she is a good friend to those who mean alot to her, and will take care of you in any situation, she has a smile on her face most of the time, but can have an attitude if you catch her on a bad day.

Sample RP:
Lily woke up with a start.
She glanced at the alarm clock beside her.
She had been pushing the snooze button for the past hour.

"BUGGER!" she yelled.

She jumped out of her bed and grabbed the first clothes she could find, and old pair of trackies and a tank top.
She tousled her hair a bit and headed out of her room.

She raced downstairs, grabbing her coat at the end of the banister and rushing into the kitchen.
She grabbed a slice of toast her brother had just made for himself and stuffed it into her face.

"OI!" he shouted after her, but she was already out the door and down the garden path.

Her mother was waiting at the end of the road, patiently.

"Your late Lily," she said sternly as Lily came to a halt in front of her

"Yes but you could have waited at home for me, where are we going anyway?"she replied, trying to catch her breath at the same time.

"We're going to see your grandparents, we leave for France tomorrow...you haven't forgotten have you?"

"Ermmmm...of course not,"

"PLEASE tell me you have packed...?"

Lily replied to her mothers plea with a sheepish smile. Her mother sighed and turned round the corner sharply with a very embarrassed Lily trailing behind her.

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Must be Sournois

[faun1]

First Name:

Felix

Last Name:

Lécoq

Age:

17

Appearance:

History:

Felix Jacques Lécoq was born to Mr. and Mrs. Jean- Gabriel and Mariane Lécoq in the small town in Orléans, a city south of Paris. There the happy family lived as a single unit, consisting of father, mother, son, and dog (a grey standard poodle named Ike). This unit thrived on all the basic necessities that most functional families do: love, peace, and family game night. It seemed that growing up in the simple setting of Orléans was just what a kid like Felix needed; he learned to walk, run, climb, spit, throw a ball, ride a bike, make a fire, and all those essential things that boys must learn to be boys. Life, at least in the beginning, seemed to be just puzzle pieces easily put together, as if all the corner pieces were placed out for you, but life isn’t always a simple puzzle with pieces laid out for you, and as Felix learn, sometimes the pieces are never even there.
Felix was always the normal kid, the one who sat in the middle row of all his classes, made average grades, was in the school drama team, and even though he was average to the sight, something was different about Felix; something that even he didn’t know at the time. Growing up felt normal to Felix, he was the average height, maybe a little too skinny, but nothing to noticed, besides boys his age came in all shape and sizes. No it wasn’t the growing that was different; it was the role that he was supposed to fill. Since day one he was told, “grow up, get a job, fall in love, get married, have kids”, yet this wasn’t what Felix had in his mind for himself; how could he possibly just live life with that simple ideology? Was life really only that complex? No it had to have more meaning in it other then just A, B, and C, and if not Felix promised that he would break that mold and be more then what the world had set for him. Destiny was not his maker; he was the maker of his destiny.
So quickly Felix grew out of the ‘average’ little boy phase, and turned a new leaf; he was becoming a young man that was something to be proud about, a flower among weeds—the first star you see in the night sky. This process of illuminating his life came easier then he had imagined, for Felix had an innate charisma that was horribly magnetic; it seemed that attention was given to him, without him even having to try. Now whether this attention was good or bad was all in the eye of the beholder, but who is it that said no new is bad news? Well, Felix certainly didn’t become a ‘bad egg’, but he did become much more aware of his abilities as a person, and slowly started to grow a habit that is essential to his character presently—his analytic nature.
While Felix was only discovering his new abilities that he had only recently tapped into, it seemed he also was discovering that family isn’t that neat little unit it had always been. As time goes on, it starts wearing on a lover’s heart, and just like a million other couples before his parents’, their love grew cold and distant. Sleeping in the same bed was like sleeping on opposite sides of the country, and the only thing keeping these two foreign bodies together was their son. A pressure that slowly started to ware on Felix, not only caused him to have to grow up fast, but it also made him start to become hollow and distant to the thought of family. Only exasperating his preconceived notion of the ‘grow up and start a family’ ideology, he cut himself off from his parents, shutting down from the very people that had once made life so simple and complete. At this point it seemed that Felix was throwing away his puzzle pieces deliberately because he didn’t want to have to be the one to put them together again. And as it seemed while Felix detached, his parents finalized their degradation by divorcing. Felix was eleven, and to his precocious mind, he was what ended this family.
It seemed that life was both ending and beginning for Felix, but where the simple, carefree one had ended, a complex, duel life took its place; one with his father, who moved to Paris, and the other with his mother who remained in the old family home. It was a rather annoying and cumbersome journey to have to stay a month with his father then the next month stay with his mother. This constant back and forth, pulling and pushing, coming and going, started to take a toll on Felix young mind set, and he started to hate the path that his life had taken, and what was sad about it was that he was settling for the bleak, morose reality that was given to him. But this was not Felix, and no matter how low he gets, it is in his nature to lift himself out of it; for when we accept what is given to us, then there is no progress. And Felix cannot stand to become stagnant. Slowly becoming more and more fed up, the push back onto the right path was the arrival of his acceptance to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
Ridiculousness is all that ran through Felix’s mind; accepted to a school of… magic? Not only did he think his already deranged parents couldn’t get any crazier, they inform him that he is going to be packed, shipped, and set off to some weird academy where they were going to make him, of all the idiotically stupid things, a wizard. Not only did he think they finally took the last step over the coo-coos nest, he felt like they no longer could deal with him, a product of their previous marriage and a symbol of their failure to stay together, they were just going to make him ‘disappear’ to some whacked out boarding school.
No way was he going to settle for his parents diluted attempts to get rid of him, so he packed his bags and ran away one day while at his father’s house. He figured that Paris was a large city and he was bound to find something for him to do, like a traveling circus or join a church and become a monk (though the circus seemed much more appealing, to many rules and guidelines for Felix to break in a church). But it seemed that running away was impossible, because he knew that he couldn’t just leave his life, no matter how deranged his parents might be acting. Besides, he figured that if this school was real, it could possibly make for one interesting auto-biography. So with his ideas of running away demoralized, he faced what his parents had planned out for him, whether it is a blessing or a curse, Felix decided to take the risk in believing in his family one last time.
And so packing once more, and actually escaping his home, Felix was whisked away to a new world, one that he had no clue existed. At first Felix felt like he was being sent to the loony bin, because no way was there a world out there that he had no clue existed. But as each new day unfurled away from Paris, his disbelief was slow chiseled down by the extraordinary things that took place around him. From fire-breathing Dragons, to wand shops, Felix was immersed in a culture that was so foreign and strange to him that he could not get enough. A whole new vocabulary also was being instituted almost instantly, such as the way he often heard his parents referred to as Muggles and him as a muggle-born, or even sometimes a mudblood, a term that he would soon learn its vehemence. A world that existed right under his nose was now brought to the surface, and as much as he was determined it was just an illusion, this world of magic and mirrors was no hoax, but just as real as the life he left back in Paris.
So his parents hadn’t just thrown him away, and to his surprise, he was delighted with where they had sent him. He knew that he wasn’t going to just live that life that was dictated for everyone; no his was much more… magical. From wand shopping to used-book stores, Felix slowly picked up the pieces of a new puzzle, one that sat on the table in a different array from his old life, but instead of looking at them with incredulity, he looked on them with confidence for his new life. So with a new beginning for himself he now had the chance to start over new and become something great. And a weird thing was it was because of his parents, they had sent him here and it was to them he owed his second chance to.

Personality:

Felix, though no longer adorning his ‘normal’ boy routine, still sports many of the characteristics that came with the title. He still is polite and genuine, knows how to hold a door open for a lady and how to apologize for things he’s done wrong. Though determined, Felix is not stubborn and will quickly apologize, seek forgiveness, and change his tune when he is in the wrong, but if it is not the case, Felix has knack of being persistent. Not so much a pusher as he is a guider, Felix is versatile at either take the role as leader or follower; he knows the time when to stand up and when to take the back seat.
As for Felix emotions, they are, for the most part, under his control. He is not the person you would see losing his cool, collective nature over simple things, or probably the complex things as well. Death, tragedy, and other typically deep things affect Felix different form most people. While the typical reaction to said things would be an outward grief, sorrow, etc., Felix goes into ‘Socrates’ mode and analyzes it, to death. Thinking of every variable and how it affects the larger picture, and also the minute things within the problem. It’s a double edged sword, for it can help him in the sense that he sees things holistically and thoroughly, making biasness and wire-pullers very ineffective on him, while at the same time it makes decision making for him difficult because he sees all areas of the situation, both good and bad.
While Felix might come off as an arrogant, serious guy, he is actually quite jovial. When he isn’t caught up in his head, he is quite light hearted and care-free. It’s the plus side for thinking about everything; all those troubles seem to loose their edge and become less serious. (You might be thinking how that is possible, but Felix’s mind works a little different then most, so just nod and smile; it usually is enough for Felix to get the clue to just continue.) Felix enjoys music, art, and theatre quite a bit; and it’s probably the only thing that he misses from his old life. While the magical world has wonders of its own, Muggle arts just had a depth and connection to him that he hasn’t yet to find in the magical world. Though he has only just began his adventure in the Wizarding world, and for all he knows it is just waiting for him around the corner.
Felix is a firm embracer of change and trial, for his life motto has always been, “Never settle with what you’re given”. Believing that progress is the byproduct of change, Felix can sometimes be a revolutionary thinker in the sense of getting things to progress. He can often times butt head with people who feel safe with consistency; for a nasty habit of Felix is his flighty, inconsistent ways. Never satisfied for more then five minutes, Felix has to constantly be on the move, making, creating, and abolishing something. It’s both his gift and his curse, something that he both cherishes and detests in himself.
For those that know Felix, a common term that is often used to describe him is a dreamer. Felix always seems to have his head in the clouds: knights in shining armor, dragons breathing blue flames, wizards dueling on a golden platform. It seems that Felix can just slip in and out of reality at a minutes notice, a trait he picked up as a kid. With his uncanny ability to go from serious Felix to dreamer Felix in the blink of an eye, people often get confused at the way Felix emotes himself; he could say something of the utmost importance in one sentence then follow it with a comment on the weather.
Though he knows how to think and handle himself, Felix lacks at social graces. Though he isn't awkward, persay, Felix tends to not know how to handle situations with a plethora of people. Being more empathetic then understanding, Felix finds it easier to deal with people on smaller, more personal levels rather then in crowds or parties. It's typical for Felix to weasal his way out of having to go to parties, dances, banquets, and other social gatherings because his fear of crowds can sometimes become pressuring, putting him into a cold sweat and causing him to act very paniced.
As a child Felix grew up close to the circus, and has always been fascinated with the brillance and spectale that makes up the show. From the dazzling colors to the amazing stunts, Felix has a large spot in his heart for the mystery that is the circus. It has always been a secret dream of his to one day be apart of a traveling circus act as a clown. If one were to snoop around in his trunk at the foot of his bed, one would find a small rubber clown nose and a pair of red suspenders.
Since he has been touched by the joys of the circus, Felix is also very keen to other performers. Being Felix's number one most attractive quality, if someone can quote contemporary theatre, talk about modern artists, or even express their joy for theatrical performances, Felix will be drawn to them like a moth to a lamp. Finding such a lavish and lush appeal to theatre, Felix keeps a plethora of different type of books on theatre and art in his trunk (along side his clown nose, wand, and school paraphernalia ).
Felix is also very much so a child at heart, meaning he, while appreciating the complexities of life, enjoys the simpler things in life. Whether it be a Saturday morning cartoon, or even sitting around playing a video game with friends, this sense of escape to a 'make-believe' world is very appealing to Felix. While most peoples sense of imagination starts to fade as they grow older, Felix believes his has been preserved with its childlike prestine. With his sense of imagination, Felix is very adapt at writing, drawing, and painting for his mind isn't capped to the possibilities the mind can make. The reason why Felix believes he still has such a youthful imagination is he believes him uncanny thinking habits have left his imagination untouched by the scarring realities of the world, and left it to play in the safe portions of his mind.

Sample RP:

Soft amber light poured into the open bay window with an aesthetic grace. The soft neutral curtains blew loftily with the chill autumn air and rolled inwards as the cool breeze wrapped around the bed frames of the boys dormitories. As the wind danced over ever sheet, it left brisk kisses of cold on each boy’s skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. Just as effective as any alarm clock, the cool breeze awoke each young man in the room with an almost magical aptitude.
With a slight shiver under his covers, Felix pulled tighter at the matching neutral blanket that covered him. His mind was slowly escaping the dream he so comfortably slept in, and becoming more and more coherent to the world around him. Already a myriad of boys had started moaning groggily, “Someone, shut the damn window,” or, “Who the hell left that bloody thing open”. Ah, thought Felix, home.
Slowly pulling his legs up into his chest, Felix gripped around his knees and huddled under his blankets, salvaging the final moments of sleep he could get. Even though it was the weekend, and the day was his to spend how ever he wished, he couldn’t stand being the one person to wastefully sleep away a perfectly good Saturday. For who knew what lurked behind the corner of today: some adventure waiting to be explored, a grand quest that pended on his company, or even possibly a relaxing day with friends in the commons. Whatever did wait though, Felix knew that he was going to greet it with the same steadfastness he would face everyday, with a confident smile on his face and the cogs in his mind spinning at full force.
No longer could he linger on the tempting lull of sleep, for the pull of the brand new day became too tempting to pass up. He relinquished is clamp around his knees and stretched his appendages to their fullest extent, causing his toes to peek curiously out from under the covers. Removing the warmth of the blanket around him, the brisk temperature of a beautiful late spring morning rushed to replace it. Wrapping his arms tightly around his lithe body, he tip-toed from his bed to his trunk, where he removed a large grey, wool sweater and a pair of faded blue jeans. Tugging at the itchy fabric of the sweater, Felix managed to pull the bulky thing on with little effort. Stepping into his favorite pair of jeans, Felix gave one last shiver before he was dressed for the day. Snagging a pair of simple white loafers that laid under his bed and his wand that was placed on his nightstand (next to a copy of a rather peculiar book on some European dramatist), Felix trotted out of the dormitories, one of the first few to seize the day. Carpe Diem, Felix thought to himself with a smug grin.
The typically bustling commons were now only filled with light, soft voices of the few students, whom life Felix, had decided to begin their day with the sun. It seemed vacant in the small room, for Felix was much more familiar with the room being filled to capacity and a bit stifling from the body heat. But now he was met with a cool, open calm that laid on top of the room like still water does right before one jumps into it. Wading through the silence, Felix prepared greeted the few students who were up and around with brief hellos and inquiries on what their day might consist of. Though this idle ‘chit-chat’ took up only a few minutes, it was just enough time for the bulk of his peers to start working their way downstairs. Like a cannonball into the sill pool, students quickly stumbled down the stairs in their ungraceful, tiresome shuffles, grabbing their coats off coat wracks and bumbling around passively. As the room started to crowd, so did Felix unpleasant dislike for crowds, to with a few short adieus, Felix departed the commons and set off for the campus.
Wrapping down archaic stairwell after archaic stairwell, Felix made it a habit to chat to one new painted that hung on the verse walls of Beauxbatons. This morning lead him to meet a rather small painting the hung just above eye level on the third floor. It was a rather simple painting of a woman during one of the French uprisings. In her dominate had she held a flower while in the other hand her wand was concealed behind her back. A most curious look perplexed her face, and this was what drew Felix over to her.
At first the painted lady didn’t notice she had company, relaxing her stoic pose and dropping the hand behind her back, exposing the wand. But almost as quickly as she had let her guard down she built it back up, tightly looking forward as she noticed Felix waited at her feet.
“Hello madam.” Felix said cordially, smiling warmly up at her. Though his greeting was a welcoming one, it was only met with the painted woman’s staid expression. Felix pursed his lips, curious in why the lady felt the need to keep hiding what was behind her back, when she knew quite well Felix had viewed what she was hiding. “Why are you hiding your wand, madam?” Felix inquired with the same sincerity as his greeting. But alas he was only met by her painted expression of ambivalence.
Felix, originally thinking that he could outwait the ladies patience, causing her to crack, so dashed to pieces when minutes ticked by and she stayed just as stoic as she had only moments before. Seeing that, for now, it was a lost cause, Felix made a mental note to watch this painting for now on; maybe she held some secret that she had taken with her to the grave, and now it loomed on the walls of Beauxbatons. This romantic way of thinking was just the way to start of his day, and with one final bow to the peculiar painted lady, he trotted off down the remaining stairs and into the depths of the school. The day had only begun, and it had already started to show him its wonders.

Must be Rouerie

[ev0n22163]

First Name: Ariana

Last Name: Osgood

Age: 14

Appearance:

History: When Lara Eugene told Bryan Osgood that she was pregnant, his response was "Abort the baby." He did not want to be tied down by marriage. Lara ran away to France, afraid that Bryan might use force to get her to abort the baby. The baby she had wanted. The baby she thought Bryan would also have wanted. She found a job and lived in a small house.

On 2nd January came the baby that Lara had always wanted. She named the baby Ariana, her dead sister's name. Lara sent Ariana to the best school in France, though she couldn't really afford. She brought her up alone, struggling very hard as she didn't get much pay.

When Ariana was 8, Lara died from cancer and Ariana was sent to live with her grandparents. She then found out that they are actually witch and wizard! Her grandparents took a good care of her and there she is, a teenage girl!

Personality: Ariana is cheerful and outgoing, but only with her friends. While with a stranger, she is very quiet and shy, and she doesn't even smile. She may be very straight forward, but she is sensitive to others' feelings. She is a good listener and her friends always come to her for advices. She doesn't tell her friends her feelings. Instead, she keeps a diary and writes in it almost every nights. She is fierce to anyone who calls her friends names or bully them. She is like a big sister to them, so tough and fierce. But, she is not as strong in nature as she pretends to be and tends to get upset easier than anyone else. She loves to sing, party and dance, but she is also brainy. She has quite a bad temper and she gets angry easily. She is very mean to her enemies and she doesn't forgive and forget very easily. She gets jealous every now and then, but she keeps a straight face, preventing anyone to know what she is really thinking. She has a weird feeling about letting people understand her too well, that's why she doesn't show or tell people what and how she feels or think.

Sample RP: Ariana entered an empty compartment. Sitting down, she looked out of the window. She remembered reading the letter with her parents and the joy in her parents' eyes. They had a daughter who could do magic, and that wasn't what normal people could do. Her sister, Gladys might say she was abnormal, but she was proud about it. Proud about being abnormal. She knew her sister was just simply jealous. Gladys was 13 years old, and she didn't receive any letter, informing her that she had a place at Hogwarts. She tried not to mention Hogwarts in front of Gladys at dinner, but her parents babbled on and on. She couldn't help but feel sorry for her, but she was such a sour grape, staring and insulting her all summer.

When she was at Platform 9 3/4, she felt relieved. The nicknames "Freak", "Hairy armpits", "No brain idiot", etc. that Gladys called her. She doesn't have to listen to her nonsense anymore. She wasn't planning to go back home at Christmas, though she missed her parents terribly. Well, maybe if Gladys was going to stay at her friend's house.

"Excuse me, dear. Would you like something?" A kind voice interrupted her thoughts.

Ariana looked up. "No, thank you," she answered politely.

Ariana sat cross-legged, the perfect reading posture for her. She placed a book on her lap and tuck her hair behind her ears, then bending down a little to read. Flipping through some pages, she realized that she couldn't really concentrate. Closing her book shut, she looked out of the window once again. She was excited and nervous. Excited about going to a whole new environment with witches and wizards like her and attending different lessons and nervous about making friends. She wasn't that outgoing and she is afraid that she would be lonely for the next 7 years.

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Must be Sournois

[emmeline14]

First Name:
Charlotte
Last Name:
Emerson
Age:
16
Appearance:

History:
Charlotte was born into a middle class family, on a unusually warm day in October of 1992. She was raised by her mother and father, Susan and John, and her older brother, Harrison, just outside of the city of Portsmouth on the southern coast of England. She lived a simple childhood, and enjoyed playing with her older brother during the summer, and excelled at school during the fall, winter and spring. She attended Portsmouth Abbey School, am expensive private school in the city. Her family would not be considered rich by any means, but they never struggled with money, or worried financially as her father worked as a county engineer her mother stayed at home with the children, but her parents valued education greatly, and sacrificed some of there money in order to ensure a proper education for their children.
At school, Charlotte was a very responsible student, and kept her marks high in order to please her parents, she wasn’t outstandingly intelligent, though she was definitely above average. Charlotte kept to her self growing up, and her friends were simply her brother, and her cat, Leonardo, a gift from her parents on her seventh birthday. She the majority of her time outside, playing make believe with her brother, or taking Leonardo on walks through the nearby woods. She also enjoyed bike riding to the cold, rocky beach with her brother and her cat in the basket on the front of her bike.
When Harrison turned 11, he became “too cool” to hang out with his younger sister. So Charlotte, at the age of 9, was left with only Leonardo play with. But time solved her loneliness, because as much as she loved Leonardo, she needed a friend she could talk to, and Madeline moved in just 3 doors down. Madeline was loud and opinionated, wild and fun, and Charlotte was drawn to the girl who was everything she was not. They soon became inseparable and spent every moment together, and with Leonardo of course.
But the summer before Charlotte turned 11, she received a letter that would offer her a life-changing opportunity, her Hogwarts letter. After discussing it with her parents, Charlotte was shipped off to Hogwarts leaving behind everything she had known, and her best friend, Madeline. Luckily, Leonardo was allowed to come with her.
Her first year of Hogwarts was miserable, as Charlotte was never one to branch out and make friends, but she spent her time with her head stuck in a book, trying to understand the spells and potions she was learning in class. Her work paid off, and she received high marks. She spent her first four years at Hogwarts, until the summer before her fifth year when her parents decided to move to France. With only Madeline to leave behind, Charlotte agreed without putting up much of a fight, Harrison on the other hand, presented more of a challenge, but none the less, the Emersons picked up and moved to France.
Her family bought an estate in the eastern city of Rochefort. It was a gorgeous farmhouse with a large yard, that need some fixing up, but was perfect for their family. Charlotte fell in love with the old house, and spent much of her summer rebuilding the old house with her parents while her brother moped around and complained. The children were fortunate enough to have learned simple French back in private school, but their parents had much less luck. The family took French lessons at the local community academy, and Charlotte studied hard in hopes of not being embarressed with her poor speech at the new witchcraft school she was attending. Her effort paid off, and by the end of the summer, their farmhouse had been restored, and her French almost perfected, though she still had much to work on, but Charlotte rarely spoke, so she hoped that listening to the students talk would help correct her slightly shakey French. So on a warm fall day, a nervous but excited Charlotte was shipped off to Beauxbatons for a new start.

Personality:
Charlotte is down to earth, easygoing and enjoys the simple things in life. She is dedicated to anything she starts, and loyal to her family and the few friends she has. She’s never been very athletic, to be quite honest, she has zero athletic ability. She’s uncoordinated and looks goofy trying to pull of anything graceful. She’s easily embarrassed and has no confidence in herself. Charlotte can’t take a compliment, and will blush with even the most modest of kind words. She keeps to herself, and it doesn’t bother her that she has few friends, though she does enjoy having someone to talk to.
Charlotte can usually be found with Leonardo cooped up in her dormitory, either reading the latest novel her parents have sent to her, writing in her journal, or composing another letter to her family about the latest spell she’s learned or a letter to Madeline about “the snotty private school her parents insisted she attend.” She is often homesick, and spends every break from school at home sweet home with her family, and Madeline.
Charlotte’s style is classic and pretty. She never wears the latest runway trend, but does keep up to date in skinny jeans and cute sweaters and scarves. She loves her Ugg boots and Northface, and generally keeps her style fairly comfy. Her clothes are never revealing in even the slightest way, as her lack of self-confidence would never allow her to show off her cute body in skirts or tight pants. But Charlotte still finds a way to look classically cute.
She’s easily scared, and very vulnerable. Scary movies can give her nightmares for months, and the little of pranks can take her breath away. She tries to act brave, but usually fails, and ends up curled up in her bed with Leonardo beside her. She loves the winter months, and greatly appreciates snow. Sweaters and thick socks make her favorite comfy clothes, and she can always be found with hot chocolate by the fire when snowed in.
Her interests are few, though she’s generally easily amused. She enjoys reading any book, of any genre or any author. Music is important to her, though she wouldn’t put it at the top of her list. She enjoys older movies rather than the action filled flicks of today, and has watched Dead Poets Society and anything with Audrey Hepburn in it at least one thousand times. Traveling has always been a passion to her, though she prefers going to a third world country with a totally different lifestyle than visiting cities and shopping. Her family goes on as many vacations as they can afford a year, which only amounts to one or none with their income. But Charlotte is happy with what she’s been giving, and tries to be thankful even with she doesn’t get what she wants.
She’s generally doesn’t voice her opinion, and is rarely noticed in class, or anywhere for that matter. She’s practically the definition of a wallflower, but she has made a promise to herself that she will at least try and put herself out there and find some friends, or even a boyfriend, if that’s even possible for as shy as she is. But Beauxbatons is a new start, and full of new people who know nothing about her, so hopefully she can overcome her fears for at least a moment and make a friend or two.

Sample RP:
Charlotte awake in an instant, dripping in sweat, and shaking from fear. Something about this new place had brought on the nightmares she had had as a child. It was the same as always, only more vivid than she had ever remembered, and everything seemed more, well more real. She took a glance at the clock, 5:30, it blinked, and she sighed. There was no use trying to go back to sleep, the dream would just reappear, haunting her to tears. She swung her legs to the side of the bed, and feeling the frost bitten air out of her cozy bed, threw on her thickest pair of socks underneath her favorite Ugg boots. She left her sweat pants on that she had been sleeping in, and threw a wool scarf around her neck to keep warm. Glancing around her as her eyes slowing adjusted to the darkness, Charlotte grabbed her latest novel, The Poisonwood Bible, from her nightstand and headed out of the dormitory.
What am I going to do at this hour? She thought, reading was possibility, but for once her life she felt more daring than to just sit in the common room by the fire and read. She could do that later. And after all, it was her first day here; she ought to get to know the place. With a swift, though ungraceful step, she was through the portrait and into the halls. Her feet guided her, as it was too early for her mind to actually decide what to do, and somehow she ended up outside.
The morning air was bitter against her skin, and she shook in the cold, her breath glistening in front of her. I should have thrown on a sweater, she sighed. But it was too late now, and her body would adjust soon enough, hopefully. She strolled around the courtyard she had found her wait to, carefully examining every bench, plant, and brick that surrounded her. Charlotte had always been quite observant. It’s easier to look around when you aren’t socializing all the time. She slowly and carefully made her way to the bench just ahead of her, and wiped the dew from it. She lay back in the empty courtyard, and watched the sun as it began rising over the castle, casting its warm glow upon her face. Soon enough, the warmth had bid her back to sleep, as her eyes shuttered closed.
And there she was again, in the middle of no where, surrounded by no one. And there they appeared again, arising from the dust or descending from the sky. They were hidden under cloaks, and they were coming after her. Their number multiplied by the second, and she knew she had to run. But her feet wouldn’t move, it was if she was cemented to the ground. She screamed, pleading for help. But loser and closer they came until… She awoke with a shudder, sweating. The courtyard was now full, and had to be past 9. She blushed embarrassed, hoping no one saw the scene she had made, and praying she hadn’t actually made a noise like she had in her youth, and if by some chance she did, she hoped with all her heart the chatter from the students had covered it up…

Must be Rouerie

[speedfreak]

First Name: Zacharie

Last Name: Beauvais

Age: 18

Appearance:


History: Zacharie Beauvais and his twin sister, Jeanne-Marie, were born to two loving parents who both died a short while later in an accident, and he was put up for adoption. Shortly after, he was adopted by a middle class family named the Martins. For a while, Zacharie lived a happy, normal life. The Martins never told him his true name, that he'd ever been adopted, or that he had a sister. There was something else that even his adopted parents didn’t know about him either. Zacharie’s ancestor slept with an elf and produced a child.

While part of him may have subconsciously missed the sister he'd never met for as long as he could remember, he was relatively happy. He had a good relationship with his parents. They took him skiing once a year when his foster father was on vacation and spent time with him when they could, but like many parents in this day and age they were often busy. He had a habit of hiding his pointed ears from classmates by combing his hair over his ears, but was quite comfortable letting them show at home. These parents seemed to accept him for who he was, after all, and there was no need to hide from them.

This all began to change in his early teens, when Zacharie discovered, quite by accident, that he was adopted. He’d taken up the habit of taking what money he wanted from his parents the second they left the house, and they quickly figured out what he was doing, and after giving him a very stern lecture began to hide the money they kept around the house from him. His reaction, of course, was not to give up, but to search harder. He knew his parents and knew that they were clever enough to hide something in a place that was very packed away if they were serious about not wanting him to find it, and so he searched everywhere.

While searching through some boxes he found stashed away in the attic, he ran across adoption papers. He was shocked, too shocked to continue his search for his parents’ money. Instead, he headed down to the living room and sat down on the couch, waiting for his parents that he now knew weren’t really his parents, reading the words on the form again and again, unable to believe his eyes.

When his parents finally returned home, he demanded an explanation, and they asked him what he was doing looking through the attic anyway. He didn’t even bother to lie, believing his deceit and thievery to pale in comparison to the secret they kept, but they were still furious that he had been continuing his dishonest behavior even after being caught once. His fiery temper matched that of his father, both of whom now saw themselves as more virtuous than the other, and the shouted explanation of why his true identity was hidden was lost in the sea of fury and insults exchanged between them.

For a while after this, there was always tension between Zacharie and his foster father, and so the young boy began to seek hobbies that were as far from the sort of thing he did with his parents as possible. This led him to become a model. Zacharie had always been enamored with his appearance, and figured that would be a career that he’d do quite well in, and he was correct. When he auditioned, he gave them the name Zacharie Beauvais rather than Zacharie Martin as a way of privately disowning his father.

The talent scouts admired his natural grace and beauty as much as he did, and soon he found himself getting steady list of job offers. He loved this, and soon ended up making more than his parents did. The only problem was the ears. While he was quite skilled at hiding them, it was impossible for the hair stylists and make up artists to not notice them, and so he made a deal. If they did not leak the information, he’d give them each a cut of the money he made in that shoot, and seeing as he’d often go back to the same companies for the photo shoots, they would be losing a significant amount of income if they let it slip. Soon they were trying just as hard as he was to keep his identity a secret.

As the years went by, he became better and better known, richer and richer, and while his choice of names to go by grated his foster father’s nerves every time he heard it, the man began to see the advantages of having a rich and famous son. First, he asked for some money to make up for Zacharie’s habit of stealing from them, then for a little extra to help support the family as they’d supported him. This irritated the boy, but he put up with it, seeing as his father, in return, was helping him to keep a positive public image.

Mr. Martin supported Zacharie’s idea of bribing the stylists, as the last thing he wanted getting out was that his son wasn‘t perfectly normal. This would kill the boy’s career, as well as leave the entire family surrounded by paparazzi constantly, and unlike those they usually had to deal with, these reporters would not be as positive or friendly. He was also worried about how exposure would effect his adopted son, for while the two had their troubles since Zacharie found out he was adopted, he still loved the boy.

Understanding between the two continued until recently, when Zacharie came out to his father. There are several “cures” for what Mr. Martin saw as a disorder and he tried to talk his son into the one with the best success rates - electro-shock therapy. The man was excited, and thought his son would see this the same way, an end to the secrets and the lies. He was wrong.

Zacharie was furious at the suggestion that he should change, that he was somehow not good enough if he was a homosexual. In truth, the boy was actually proud of what he was; he simply was also enjoying his modeling career and didn’t want to risk losing that. He also, at this time, was just accepting his elven blood, something he wished to be open about with someone, and felt that his father’s attitude would prove to be a problem in this. Especially since everything he told his mother got back to the man very quickly. This refusal caused tension between the two again, and they began to argue almost every night.

Currently, Zacharie is not even on speaking terms with his father while at school. Every time they seem to speak the arguments usually escalate into a horrid fight. Furious that his son would want to be every minority he could think of, choosing freak over humanity, homosexuality over heterosexuality, Mr. Martin has disowned his son, privately. Zacharie can't wait to graduate take and leave his adoptive parents for the last time. His house and school mates know nothing of his troubles at home and Zacharie wants to keep it that way. The very last thing he'd ever want was pity or to be associated with other unwanted children.

Personality: Filled with arrogance and vanity, Zacharie Beauvais has a tendency to get on people's nerves. He makes it quite clear that he thinks highly about himself and his views and won't hesitate to spout them; the offense others take encourages him more than letting him know when to stop. He does not fear what he is. Zacharie believes that he is exactly how he is meant to be, and will not change that for the world.

Despite his pompous, pushy presentation of himself, there's more to Zacharie than a bundle of views that won't shut up, give in, or try to at least persuade others in a way that won't get on their nerves as much. There's a side of him that's protective and caring, but that's rarely seen except when he sees that someone needs his help or when he actually lets someone get close to him. Many are not aware that he even has this kind and protective side, but even if it makes others like him less, Zacharie isn't about to run around mothering and pampering everyone he sees. However, he is willing to protect anyone whose life is in danger, even his enemies.

Zacharie is very logical which means he can detach himself at an emotional or moral level in order to make sure that the necessary steps are taken to resolve any situation. This does not mean he would not feel remorse later just at the moment he can act without being bogged down by such distractions. He is also loyal to his cause and will stick with it despite even his own personal ideals conflicting with it. If he has agreed to do something he will see it through to the bitter end.

He is very impulsive, and hates to wait around to make decisions. Many times he acts before thinking, although his speed usually helps him to get out of the trouble he causes by not taking the time to plan things out. He also must eat a lot when using powers for an extended period of time, or else he can get violently ill and collapse. His body will also shut down for a long period of time should he use his powers to their limits for too long.

Around someone he's attracted to, Zacharie may come off as a bit less abrasive while still being very opinionated. He'll still say everything he thinks with complete honesty, of course, he simply won't be as likely to intentionally rile them up. At least not so much to make them absolutely loathe him. Taking on a bit of a flirtatious attitude as well helps to make him come off as less of a jerk.

When he realizes someone he has a crush on is heterosexual, he quickly squelches his feelings of attraction. After all, there are many more available men to meet, why get hung up over someone who isn't interested? Besides, he'd rather not have some moron trying to tell him to try sleeping with a woman; he certainly wouldn't want to spread the belief that a person's sexuality could just change. At least, he does all he can to ignore those emotions if they refuse to go away.

Sample RP: That jerk. That idiotic, close-minded jerk. Who did he think he was, anyway? Zacharie created his own career, guided his own way in the modeling industry, and somehow his father thought that it was his job to decide what was best for him, what would create the best publicity.

All right, he admitted, being a gay elf would not be the best thing for a rising male model, but he couldn’t change what he was. Well, technically, he could have gotten rid of his homosexuality, but honestly, he didn’t want to. Running through the night, almost oblivious to the world around him, the teenage boy continued his mental rant, too angry with his father to really worry much about much else.

Zacharie may be afraid of what would happen if word got out of what he was, but he accepted that he was what he was always meant to be. He thought he should live with it, work with it, make the best of it, not just throw it away or tweak it around until it was something society would like. He was not their puppet, if anything, they were his, fawning around wanting to be like him, or be like whatever they thought he’d like, and things he said were eaten up by his adoring fans.

He was on top of the world, and crawling on the ground, accepting the world’s orders was no place for him. Accepting his father’s orders was no place for him. Considering coming out of both closets he was in just to infuriate his father crossed Zacharie’s mind, and when it did, a huge grin formed on his face.

That would be fun, wouldn’t it? Too bad it would completely trash his career. Otherwise he’d do it in a heartbeat. Maybe he could keep up with the news and wait, and as soon as he judged it safe, as soon as it would draw more fans rather than less, come out. His father seemed to think things would always stay the same, so no matter what he would never realize that Zacharie admitting what he was could be a good idea. Pausing and glancing around, Zacharie realized that he had no clue where he was, and while he didn’t want to go back to his parents terribly soon, he really did have to get back by morning if he didn’t want to be late for breakfast with his agent.

“Merde.”

Must be Sournois