Sorting (Term Ten)

[elodie]

First Name
Elodie

Last Name
Belle

Age
11

Appearance
Elodie's hair is Long around her mid back, deep chocolate soft curls. Her hair is nice and thick. She has large Dark chocolate brown eyes. Her skin is pale with a tint of an olive tan tone. Taller for her age but done growing, Elodie hovers about 5 feet 4 inches tall. Eldoie is a slender girl, she doesn't a lot of curves. A smile is always spread from ear to ear on her face. She looks young for her age, people frequently mistake her for a younger age. Elooie has longer legs and a shorter torso. Her nose is petite and so are her ears. Elodie's cheeks are usually naturally rosy. A barely noticeable scar is placed on her upper left cheek. Elodie has longer, skinny fingers. She is very simple. She is a very pretty girl, but nothing extra special. Her clothing reflects her simplicity. Elodie is not hippy but more of a ruler shape. She wears glasses, but only for reading.

History
Elodie was born March 9th 1993
Her father is a vampire and her mother a witch. Her mother Madeline attended beauxbaton and was head girl and prefect and went on to become an auror. Her father Cedric went on to become a Doctor like his father. When the two met on a train in France it was love at first site. They got married and had two kids Edward a son and then a daughter Elodie. Edward attended Beauxbaton his first 3 years but is now an exchange student at Hogwarts. Elodie does not wish to become an exchange student even though she desperately misses her older brother. She loves to read. And she's been dancing since the age of 4. Her and Edward love to play quidditch every summer.

Personality
Eldoie is incredibly selfless and brave. She is the most stubborn person you'll ever meet though. Elodie is very sweet. However, if she doesn't get her food she gets very grumpy. She is most likely clumsy person you'll ever meet in your life. She trips up and down stairs, over her own feet, and on anything sticking in or out. She is constantly apologizing for running into people, and tripping them. Elodie loves tests, but only in certain classes. And she studies quite often. A bit of a Hermione Granger you may say.
Elodie is part vampire but she refuses to eat/drink human blood. She'd never harm anyone. She tends to side with the meal habits from her human half.
Elodie is very quiet, When she wants to be. However, her shyness fades as soon as you become friends with her. She's a lot of fun and has a wicked sense of humor. She's witty and adorable.
Elodie is far from perfect, but she's proud of who she is. Being a very competitive girl, she adores sports and loves to win. She of course is a trouble maker like her father, yet she makes up for being trouble in other ways. During the hard times she holds her head high and never lets anyone in. Showing people her feelings is a great struggle for her. She hates to disappoint people. Elodie won't let disappointing others go and she lets it festers at her. You'd never know though. Everyone gets homesick, but Elodie really only gets homesick for her brother Edward. He is her best friend. A young muggle girl named Meggie is her other best friend. They can spend hours playing together in the summer. Meggie lives back home in Brittany, France though. Elodie is hoping to find a few close friends at Beauxbatons Academy. Making friends can be hard for her, but she hates to miss out on an opportunity. She is very mature for her age. She has two wizard friends that are going to Beauxbatons, that she is eager to see, Billy and Andy. Elodie is a flawed girl and struggles constantly, but she has a good heart.
Elodie speaks French, English, and Latin. She plays the violin, cello, and piano.

sample PR
Something was wrong. The hair on Elodie's neck was standing up. There was something in the wind this October night. She felt almost as if someone was watching her. Turning slowly all she met was a shelf of books. Darkness was creeping through the library. It was getting late, making her uncomfortable. She began fumbling through her school stuff scraping it up and putting it in her bag.
"Boo!"
It was Andy and Billy. They had snuck up on her. "We'd been waiting for the perfect opportunity." said Billy laughing.
"We started worrying when you didn't come back to the common room for so long." Andy wispered this to his feet looking a bit ashamed. Elodie snarled at them, one of her vampire traits. Laughing now she started picking herself up. Having fallen on the floor and somehow managing to flip over her chair and a rack of books near by. So typical Elodie.
"You guys scared me. I have to admit that was a good one, but did you have to make my heart skip a few beats?!" Elodie spoke this in an angry laughter.


Must be Rouerie

[holly humphrey]

origional post

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.

Must be Rouerie

[kitty27]

Nadine
Paige
26
Blonde
Blue-eyed
Slightly-pale skinned

My mother is a witch of a celtic bloodline, my father was a muggle. I had a very troubled childhood, but I have managed to overcome it. I Have other relatives that are magical, and have surrounded myself with friends that have helped me with my education until now. My wand is an ash wand and has been since I was 15. I know the extent of some of my power, and with the coming terms I hope to learn more. I am eager to learn and am versed with a computer. I also can play two musical instruments, the guitar and the violin.

Please follow the form that we give you. Also, change your display name to fit the name you give in your application.

[rima]

First Name: Rima [REE - Ma]
Last Name: Yoon
Age: Sixteen
Appearance:

Hair & Face: Rima likes to be as simple as can be, but still show her personal style. When it comes to hair she likes it to be easy and for everyday. So she keeps her hair mostly loose all the time, or she keeps it in a pony-tail. Her natural hair color is a bronze color with black streaks. Her eyes are a very light hazel, which she uses black eyeliner to make it pop. She has a heart-shape face and a sharp nose. Her skin is pale with a little olive color, and is not in a bad state.

Body Structure: Rima is a fairy, so you'd think that she is graceful and perfect at each step. Though Rima is known at being clumsy, and her body shape is a little boxy. Her hips are not too curvy. She likes to keep in fit, but her habits of not eating well isn't part of being fit. Rima is also a little too boney, and her arms are a muscular. Her height is 5" and her weight is 103 lbs.

Style: Rima's style is simple and says something about her and her personality. She would most likely wear layered tank tops and skinny-tight jeans. When in the summer time, Rima wears skinny leg jeans, T-shirts, or tank tops. And when the weather gets a little chilly, she likes to wear the same kinds of clothing with any kind of hoodie or sweater. Rima likes to dress simply and casually, and her shoes are no different; you would mostly see her with converse shoes or regular sneakers. The colors in Rima's wardrobe are mostly every color, but in darker shades except for hot pink and orange.
History:

Rima was born on June 10, 1992 in Montreal, Canada. Her parents are Kevin and Molly Yoon. Molly is fairy-blood and Kevin is a muggle-born. During Rima's life she was influenced by all magic and nothing else, and she also saw magic a solution to everything. In Canada there was no magic schools for children of the wizarding world, because magic, witches and wizards were unacceptable in Canada. And all witches and wizrads were to be hanged and gone from Canada, since they thought that they were a threat to all people.

When Rima turned nine, her parents announced a very important lecture on who Rima was and who her mom is. At first being nine you'd think that she'd be amazed and breathless at the fact that she's a witch, but no; she knew. Her parents were at first curious and bewildered on how a nine-year-old girl would figure out that she is a witch, and not think that all of those weird feelings and emotions weren't some kind of monsterous-being that was forming inside her. All throughout her adolescence, Rima was taught important and self-defensive magic from her mother, and that was also when Rima had a heart-filled interest in Defense Against the Dark Arts. One thing that Rima's parents forgot to mention was that witches and wizards of Canada were in danger and sentenced to death if spotted.

When Rima turned 11, she had a life-changing experience that made her dislike who she was and be afraid of magic. On a dark and foggy night, Rima was walking daintly down the street to her house. It was too dark that the moonlight wasn't enough for her to see that she lifted up her wand and made the street lamps brighter. Little did she know that people were watching her, muggles. Those muggles were also targeting the Silence family since the thought that they were suspicious and strange. Then suddenly three men sprung from out of the bushes and grabbed on to Rima. She was strong for her age, but not strong enough to hurt the three men who were shouting, "Witch! Witch! Filthy and bloody witch!" Rima's parents ran outside with racing hearts and didn't stop until they caught their daughter free from the three men's clutches.

The Rima and her parents apparated to a nearby airport, with already packed bags. They quickly caught the next flight to Paris, France and relaxed all the way through the flight. When they arrived in Paris, Rima's mom called her sister and arranged for her, Rima and her dad to go and stay for a while. Then after an hour of driving to Rima's aunts house, they finally arrived with open arms and kisses. All through Rima's childhood she spent praticing magic and regular muggle studies at her aunts house, and when she turned 16 her parents said it was time she learned how to use magic correctly. Though Rima wasn't at all excited on what her mom had announced, that day where the muggles didn't accept her, she wondered how anyone else would. She told her parents that she could learn magic where she was (even though she hated it). Her parents were firm and said that the perfect school for her was Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. So then after a week of discussing important matters about leaving home and going to Beauxbatons, it was sealed and the matter was over. Rima was going to Beauxbatons. But something made Rima think about her future and her past, and about secrets that are to be unvealed.
Personality:

When you get to know Rima really well, you'd like her like a sister, but if you don't know her than she wouldn't really get along with you that well. Rima isn't a real people's person but she is nice (unless you give her an additude). When Rima has something to say she does, and doesn't keep it inside her and rarely thinks twice about what she would want to say. As a child she was always underestimated by her muggle neighbors all because she was different, and that made her an independent person. You would see she is alone at times but that is just her.

Rima likes to be sarcastic since it's just a thing that comes to her, but her parents and family members think that her sarcasm is funny in a laughing kind of way. Though Rima thinks that that's rubbish and actually mean what she says when she's sarcastic. She loves to think and be creative, and since that's so, her passion is art and photography. Music and writing are also something that is a part of her everyday life.

One of her good habits is also that she believes anything is possible, but that sometimes never goes her way. Like love, for instance, is something that Rima believes is possible but is something hard to understand. That is why Rima had never experienced love and thinks that there is too much in her mind to focus on make-ups and break-ups, though deep inside she somehow hopes of having someone who loves her. But that is sometimes hard since people judge her without really knowing who she really is as a person, and that is also why its sometimes hard for her to trust people.
Sample RP:

(I wanted this to be a part of Rima's history too though I couldn't find a way to add it so here it is. I hope its alright.)

Rima looked at her black and white converse sneakers, and fixed her skinny-legged jeans. She lifted her head up and walked in an awkwardly style as she reached the front door of her aunt's house. Then suddenly Rima heard light footsteps in the back of her and saw her plum-like, brown-haired and awkward aunt standing there looking curious. "Where are you going now at 10:23 am?" asked Aunt Renee as two cups of coffee floated right in front of her. "Take this."

Rima sighed and turned slightly as if she knew what would happen next. "I want to take a walk, and I already ate my breakfast. So can I go? I'm taking photographs too," Rima looked at her aunt with convincing eyes. Then Aunt Renee nodded and handed a coffee cup to Rima, that was still fresh and hot. "But I'd need some kind of thermal-cup or something, since I'm walking," said Rima in a dull way.

"Silly me." Aunt Renee then handed a empty water bottle to Rima and filled it with coffee. "Always being efficient." Rima smiled weakly back at Aunt Renee and took the water bottle that was quater-filled with coffee. Rima quickly walked out the door and rushed the coffee down her throat quickly and finished it. She then opened the door again and placed the water bottle inside quickly but quietly.

The cold misty air was rushing through Rima's black and white striped-hoodie, that made Rima have goosebumps. So she quickly zipped up her jacket and slipped on hand warmers. She started walking down her block and fighting the rushing wind. It was too cold for the summer and was a bit darker for the morning. Then this low mummbling sound of someone trying to sing a pop-rock song. Rima turned her head in suspicion and sighted a young man, about 17, singing and playing air guitar. He had brown hair (emo-like), two lip piercings, wearing skinny-jeans and a almost-fitted white shirt. Something about him was strange and un-human like, though that would be just an illusion according to Rima. She shook her head like she was trying to break some weird thought and walked towards the boy.

Rima walked to his side and peered over his shoulder looking at an mp3 player. The boy who was rockin' out was now broken from his daydream and focused on Rima. She looked up into the vivid blue eyes of the boy's as he announced, "Hey...um, I'm Tom." He held out his hand for Rima to shake, which was an old-style kind of greeting and was not expected to come from a modern-day rocker boy.

"Hey, I'm Rima...your neighbor," she responded shaking Tom's hand in return. "Horrible weather, isn't it." Rima thought it was something stupid to say and something so traditional to say, like when a girlie-girl is love-strucked by a guy and his eyes. "I see you like The Killers. To me they're pretty cool," Rima spoke breaking the seconds of silence.

"Yeah I think they're cool and rock pretty hard too. Oh, and I see you like photography. It's another way I like to express my feelings," Tom said with a slight chuckle. "Hmmm...I guess I have some time left. Do you mind if I walk with you on your nature walk?"

Rima moved slightly backwards from Tom and made a slight smile, then looked at her camera and then to Tom's eyes and said, "Sure, and I can take some photography...you'd be perfect, well if you don't mind modeling." There was small laugh from Tom, as Rima wondered if she might be blushing. Tom then turned his mp3 player off and slid it into his jean's pocket, then took 3 steps forward in front of Rima. "Na I don't mind modeling. If you wan to know an important fact about me, you should know that I used to be a model for superman, since I can strike the best pose," Tom laughed and made a pose like he was superman and then quickly went to his normal position, looking hopeful that he made Rima laugh.

When he did, he was satisfied and they both left into the misty cold air. Something, that moment, made Rima wonder if this could be her first real crush or not, and if she would ever be able to see Tom again after this day.

Must be Rouerie

[terrance]

First Name: Terence
Last Name: Crenshaw
Age: Sixteen

Appearance:


History: Terence Crenshaw was born in Paris, French one stormy night in a muggle hospital. His Parents were extremely rich and had powerful jobs in the Magical Government. When Terence was two years old he began to speak since he was being raised in Paris he spoke with his mother's musical and smooth french accent, however his father was a British man. Terence also inherited his mother's Veela looks, however he was not a veela. Terence's parents spoiled him for eight years Terence and his parents explored the world constantly moving due to his parents job. When he turned 11 he received a letter from the beauxbatons Academy, his parents quickly returned him home to stay with his grandparents. He arrived at the Academy and was an excellent student, he was extremely smart and made excellent marks.

Personality: Terence is a rather quiet person with a quiet personality. He only expresses himself through music and writing and sometimes dancing, he also has a flirtatious and cunning side. Terence is one who never stops thinking he thinks everything through before doing anything. Terence is also a very loving and caring person if someone is crying Terence will try anything in his power to comfort them. But he also has a dark side he likes fire and his favorite time of day is night and his favorite weather is cloudy or rainy weather.

Sample RP:

Terence walked through the woods behind the enormous Crenshaw estate his dark black hair covering his right eye giving him a dark yet charming appearance. The day was cold and cloudy Just like he liked it snow was also lightly falling on the ground. He walked into a clearing of the woods and sat down underneath a tree and took out his sketch book and pencil. He began to draw the clearing and the middle he drew a snowman. He took out his wand and tapped the white parchment and watched as the sketch began to move, the snowman was doing a dance. He soon decided to return home his parents would be looking for him soon to attend the Winter Ball he really hated to attend them. He returned home.


What are his flaws? Him having a dark side and liking fire isn't really a flaw.

[ryan101]

Sorry if my application is a little overextended.

Player Information

Your Name: Ryan or Ry is fine
Age: 20
Other Characters: None
Roleplaying Experience Since 2003

Character Information

Basics

Character Name: Ryan Lee Wolf
Nickname: Ry
Age:18
Date of Birth: 5/28

Blood Type: Pureblood
Wand: Gaboon Ebony wood, 15 inches, one fine strand of unicorn hair
Patronus: a wolf
Affiliation:Neutral, but leaning towards the death eater side.

Appearance

Celebrity: IDK, he’s just a fancy model I found while surfing the net.

Characteristics

Personality A loving personality to those who admire him and a devilish hate to those who care less of him. If you would put a mirror in front of Ryan then he would be bound to look into it and gaze at his masterful looks. His mood swings around like a tire tree as he can be happy and graceful to others at one moment and then the next he could have a fist at your face and a wand to your nose.

It takes very little to make Ryan feel awkward, he feels most nervous when women in particular look at him and "search" his looks, if that gives away any part of his deep dark secret. However do not think of Ryan as this homosexual. He is far from acting "fruity" He is a "mans man" and being on his voice is deep and he is very found of his friends. His deepest fear is the day that someone finds out his one "fault."

Ryan has a deep secret and it plays into his personality as anyone who has a civil conversation will find that his is somewhat timid to those he does not know well. Ryan is an introvert and been such requires a little bit of breathing room. Ryan can be seen alone in corridors and feels calm after being alone for a brief moment or two.

Hobbies: Ryan loves the art of competition, whether its athletic or not. Ryan's personality and love of competition never strays away from one who dares challenge him. Some of the sports include his endless love for flying.

Qualities: Ryan is a good listener and fair in all his actions to a certain extent. His negative qualities are that his fierce competitiveness can sometimes get him into a spot of trouble every now and then.

History: A Young Ryan was to be educated in the grand Berlin School of Sorcery but due to his parents death to the hands of Hoffmann Das Böse (The evil dark wizard of Germany). Ryan was only around 11 at that time and was sent to live with his grandparents who lived in the country side of the United Kingdom.

It was said that Leonardo and Analyssa happened to be followers of Hoffmann's "Böse" empire, just as the recent dark lord of Great Britain's Death Eaters were to Voldemort.

However since Ryan only other relatives were British it was decided that Ryan would attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Wolf family was well versed in many languages and English was more of a first language to them, then was the German. In fact when Ryan arrived on the Hogwarts express only months after that horrid murder of his parents. He seemed to feel more at home and was sorted into Ravenclaw almost instantly before the hat touched his head. Ryan is currently living in a beautiful manor by the lake side in the deep country.

Digging Further: It's a fun filled mystery that will unfold itself slowly, just like the Harry Potter books. However good Ryan is loyal to his friends and an evil dark lord to his enemys, he knows little to the difference of being "good" for Ryan feels as though whatever the people around him do, it surely it something good natured.

Appearance: The ultimate "mans man" body is a well way to start the conversation of Ryans looks. He knows how to "flont" it. Ryan's short black hair and his dazzling forget me not eyes are sure to catch a few looks from females, and males... His other facial features accentuate his eye catching looks as his soft lightly tan skin gives off an appeal of someone who likes to be outdoors Ryan has a great muscular build in all his major muscle group do to his love for athletics, most notably his chest, arms, and abdomen.

Young Mr. Wolf takes a great deal of time picking out the days robes. Ryan's "style" includes a look of tight shirts that show off his muscular body and is very much in favor of designer wizard appeal. He loves all the colors of the rainbow and his mood can be discovered by which color he is wearing that day.


Odds & Ends

Likes: Good Hygiene, fair players
Dislikes: Bad Hygiene, unfair players
Hopes: To find something worth living for.
Fears: To die not being known
Pet Peeves: People who are intolerant of other cultures...and the Dutch!



Boggart: It would be confronted with various members of his family, dead.

Family

Partner/Spouse: None
Children:None
Father: Leonardo Gaspard Wolf
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Mother: [Analyssa Lira Greengrass, 46, Pure Blood]
Father: [Leonardo Gaspard Wolf, 50, Pure Blood]
Siblings: None
Other Significant Family Witches/Wizards: Grandparents, whom Ryan lived with in the UK during his schooling: Gaspard and Veronica Wolf

Character Information

Full Name Ryan Lee Wolf
Age: 20
Heritage:One of the old wizard families so a very rich heritage is to be assumed.
Blood Status: Pure

Sample RP:

"Ah." said Ryan, the reality coming back to him as if in a trance. "No I cannot remember a time like that." For it was purely a different idea now. Rowena Ravenclaw was a beautiful woman and seemed almost a perfect fit for him but was now really the time for a romantic display? It was his idea, Ryan thought, he was the one who took Ravenclaw into a department room. Now it seemed rather foolish, he was acting on a pure lust impulse. As Ryans thoughts stirred so did the water around him, though he didn't notice it. In Wolf's mind he was still debating if he drag his romantic mindset further.

"Well I...What the?" he spat as the water around the rotating tornado rose and they were soon encased in a circle of water. Rowena must have realized something as well as he glanced around wondering what to do. This room deciphered imagination, but what on earth was going on? He never knew the room to not obey the seekers wishes. "Don't be afraid. I've uh, I've got this under control." he said in a not so assuring voice.

Soon they could no longer stand upon the water and there romantic getaway turned into a nightmare. They swizzled away into imagination, but that was it! The room was adjusting towards his mind, it was confused and the room responded most aggressively. Ryan thought and thought and finally it came...

They were submerged into the water and Ryan rose up from the depths of the water. "Rowena, ROWENA! Where are you?" he bellowed. He saw her emerge and a sigh of relief wept over his face. The thought of loss had crept up and faltered quickly. The whole event lasted only seconds but seemed like a lifetime of horror.

The underground lake that was created was quite romantic, though they were no longer above the water it was not cold, rather like a perfect temperature of a swimming pool. The sky's above them were littered with moving multi colored dots. Ryan swam closer to Rowena with a shaken face. "Are you all right my darling?" he questioned, humiliated by the past event. It just came to show that this room took strongly to Ryan's past and present thoughts.



Must be Rouerie

[bridgette94]

First Name- Bridgette

Last Name- DeRose

Age- 15

Appearance- Bridgette has shoulder length curly black hair, pouty red lips, almond shaped grey eyes fringed by long, sloped black eyelashes, creamy, pale skin, a height of 5'8", and a toned body.

History- Bridgette was born on May 15, the only daughter of Yvonne DeRose, a stay-at-home mom, and Leo DeRose, an auror. She was born in Naples, France. She is pureblooded, both of her parents from rich pureblooded, muggle born, squib hating families. When not at school, she lives at home in a mansion with her mother and house elves, since her father isn't at home often. She grew up lonely from being alone.

Personality- Bridgette grew bitter from feeling like she was alone, selfish, and muggle born hating. She's vain because of her beauty, and has a stubborn streak. Though she is brilliant in her studies she likes, she more than likely fails at what she hates and has no interest in doing, and her attention span isn't long, though it isn't totally short. Bridgette is cold at her, and shut off. She tends to lean more towards the wild, dark side, and doesn't care for the weak at all, though sometimes it seems she's just hiding her weakness as well.

Sample RP-

"Just here me out...." Mom begged. Bridgette growled angrily and slammed her fist into the wall beside her, making a slight dent in it from years of Karate. The two house elves peeking behind the corner, Pearlie and Marnie, scurried off, their big eyes widened.

"No!" Bridgette screamed, "No, no, NO! I REFUSE TO!"

Throwing one last icy glare to her Mother that made her grey eyes seem steely, she stomped up the winding staircase, her hips rivoting and her veins popping out.

She opened the large oak door, with the name 'Bridgette DeRose' in neat cursive, then slammed it forcefully hoping her Mother heard and smirking happily when a slight sob came from downstairs.

Pursing her lips, she threw herself into the blood red comforter of her large bed, and screamed. Loudly.

Hot tears prickled the edges of her eyes, but she blinked them away hastily, refusing to cry over such a trivial thing as the matter at hand.

How was it trivial, though? Trivial that her parents, after her 4 years at Hogwarts, send her to some new school in her home country, France, simply because they wanted her closer, as they said? Bridgette, though, knew they didn't want her closer. They simply wanted her away from England, away from Hogwarts, because too many muggle borns and squibs were being admitted. Bridgette had to say she wasn't too happy of going to school with that many muggle borns and half breeds and squibs of the sort, but Slytherin, her old house, normally didn't admit many of that kind, if any at all.

Of course, that wasn't the only reason they had decided to take her out. They had somehow come to the conclusion that if Bridgette was away from her classmates at Hogwarts, the 'bad influences', she would suddenly change and be an angel. It most certainly wasn't going to happen.

Her body wracking with dry sobs, she closed her eyes softly and put on a calm facade. Let them do what they want. She refused, downright refused, to let them see the damage it had done to her. She could live without the fools at Hogwarts; actually, she could live without everything at Hogwarts. It wasn't the school changing that had bothered her. It was that her parents, while she was at school, had came to the conclusion she needed to change schools without consulting her, without even as much as telling her before she had to find out by her Mother talking to a house elf in the kitchen about it, then confronting her.

Must be Sournois

[bash]

First Name: Sebastian
Last Name: DePoyster
Age: eighteen

Appearance:
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Sebastian is tall and very slender and has a pale complexion. He resembles his mom and has her same eyes. They are blue, and he usually wear clear contacts, because he has horrible vision. His hair is naturally dark brown and sticks up at odd angles on his head, hanging down in his face most of the time. His hair colour usually ranges from different shades of brown, to being bleached blonde, but mostly his hair is black. He has his septum pierced, a frowny, and his ears are gauged. Yep, and he has tattoos, his favourite being the ship on his left arm, and his first being the bird on his wrist. He wears whatever he find comfortable, mostly sneakers and just plain t-shirts.

History: Sebastian was the first born child to Gwendolyn, a witch, and Cory DePoyster, a muggle. Gwen had suffered a miscarriage a few years prior, so the couple spoiled him like mad. At the age of three, he showed his first signs of magic, after throwing a tantrum, the living room curtains caught on fire. He grew up in Quebec, and at the age of eight, his parents filed for divorce. Sebastian stayed with his mother, and visited his father regularly, until he moved to France. He attended more than twelve different muggle elementary schools due to repeatedly getting into trouble and his bad behavior.

At the age of eleven, Sebastian and Gwen moved to Liverpool, in hopes of starting a new life when he got an acceptance letter to Hogwarts. There, while he had high marks, he constantly got into trouble, eventually ending up with him being expelled at fourteen. Gwen started dating a muggle man, Johnathan Casey, with a magical daughter the same age as Sebastian, Aubree Casey. They soon got married, and Bash quickly got sick of his new 'family', and at sixteen moved to France with his father. He now attends Beaxbatons.

He started drinking at the age of thirteen, smoking at fourteen.

Personality: Sebastian doesn't like people. Period. Very few people have ever made an impact on his life, and he's careful on who he lets close. He enjoys belittling people, and has a very blunt and sarcastic sense of humor. He generally acts like something of an arsehole, but he does actually have a sweet side. Very few people have seen this, and he intends to keep it that way. He likes to flirt, and fool around, and is something of a womanizer. He gets into trouble a lot; but if you respect him, he'll respect you.

Sample RP:
Crashhh! The sound of glass against the hardwood floor echoed from the kitchen, and Sebastian cringed slightly as he shuffled through the stack of envelopes in his hands. Turning the corner, his eyes first flicked to the hunks of clear glass that lay scattered across the floor, then to a small, black and gray ferret on the kitchen counter next to the sink. It's small, green eyes looked up, and the boy rolled his eyes. Sid was more like a cat than a ferret, he got into everything. He broke everything, too. And Nancy, she didn't do anything except sleep. All day. Then run around and keep Sebastian up at night.

Tossing the envelopes on the counter, the boy crossed the room and picked up Sid, holding him close to his chest. The ferret climbed onto his shoulder, and Sebastian pulled a cigarette carton from his jeans pockets, and his lighter from the other. Holding it between his lips, he lit the cigarette and took a long drag, pulling Sid back into his arms. His blue eyes were fixed out the kitchen window. The sky was thick with gray clouds, and everything just looked dull. This was Sebastian's favourite kind of day. He let out another long stream of smoke, when the back door opened and Cory DePoyster's heavy footsteps entered the room.

"You know I don't like you smoking in the house," he said, disapproval thick in his voice. Sebastian took another drag and put the cigarette out on the counter top, turning around. He shrugged slightly, and placed Sid on the floor near the broken glass. He sniffed it and began to pat at it. Yeah, he was seriously a cat. Sebastian nudged him with the toe of his sneaker, but he continued to play with the shards. He glanced out the window once more, and began to the leave the kitchen. "Where are you going?" his father asked.
"Out, don't wait up."

And with that Sebastian was out the front door, a new cigarette between his lips, and money for Vodka in his pocket.

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[Clément Lefevre]

First name: Eleanor

Last name: Roderick

Age: 16

Blood: half-blood (half-Veela due to her human mother.)

Wand: Red Oak. 12 and half inches. Dragon heartstring. Unrelenting

Appearance:



History:
Born on May 19 1993 in Paris, France to a pure-blooded family. Her father and mother, Nicholas and Heather Roderick both worked for the French Ministry. Eleanor is an only child due to losing her parents to a horrible accident on her first birthday. Her uncle in the United States raised her until she was 10, when she attended the Northeastern Wizard School. She was always picked on for being a beautiful know-it-all in school and just ignored them. When she turned 13, her thrall began to show and all the boys and some girls began to notice. She didn’t like the attention and decided to move back to Paris with her cousin. Once her 16th birthday came, she got an acceptance letter from Beauxbations Academy and has been happy ever since.


Personality:
Ever since Eleanor was a little, she was known to be a shy person with brains. There isn’t one person that hasn’t seen her without a book in her hand and always receiving perfect marks in school. She was always wanted to learn something new from either the Wizarding or Muggle world. But she wasn’t really perfect because she wasn’t the big social type. She would talk to people sometimes if they need help with something or just wanted to be friends. When she talked, she always has a smile on her face and always knows how to cheer people. Eleanor cared a lot about her friends and always stood by them when needed.




Sample RP:

Eleanor finished her homework early and decided to head to her corner in the library. When she arrived there, a little boy was crying in one of the chairs. She walked over to him and bent down so she was eye level with him.
She smiled when she looked into his light eyes and giggled.

“ You might have been really hurt if a cute boy like you is crying.” Eleanor told him and saw him blush. She gave him a tissue and he smiled.

“ Thank you for the comment but I’m not that good looking.” The little boy sighed and looked back down at the ground. “ No one in my class will look at me.”

Eleanor shook her head and sat in the chair next to him. “ If it makes you feel any better, I have the same problem. But I don’t let it get to me.” She looked at the boy and smiled again. “ I always tell myself, that one day they will notice and accept me for who I am.” The boy smiles at the little piece of advise that she gave him and gave her a hug before running off.

Eleanor grabbed a book out of one of the shelves and began reading. She always thought to herself when would that day come…


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[klaus salvatore]

First Name:

Akira Aleksei

Last Name:

Kissin

Age:

Sixteen

Appearance:

History:

On 31st October there was a strong snowstorm. It was Akira’s third birthday, but it wasn’t any different from his and his mother’s weekday. They lived in a small cabin in the middle of a forest which had belonged to his mother’s father. Actually, his grandfather had also lived with them, but he had disappeared all of sudden when Akira was only one. Anyway, Akira’s mother was preparing their dinner while Akira was looking out of the window in the dorm before he already noticed a few pairs of red eyes. The curious little boy just tilted his head and looked directly back at them, not even thinking about telling his mother. It didn’t take long when those creatures had dashed inside and without mercy killed his mother. One of them turned to look at Akira before already biting him as well, but soon already an older man had stepped inside the cabin and stabbed a wooden stick through the vampire’s heart before saying loudly “I told you not to touch the boy didn’t I? Now you will pay for it.” This man was Nikolai Kissin, Akira’s father whom he had not met... until now.

Maybe because of those words Akira has always despised his father. He was too young to remember anything from what had happened, but he still remembers those very words and a blood stain on his cheek that he had noticed after looking himself from the mirror when they had gone to Kissin family’s castle. He was introduced to Takuya, Kisa and several other siblings in the castle, and most of them accepted him right away, but there were still a few that were quite wary about him. Especially since he had been turned into a vampire. A surprising thing was that he still aged normally. Also, he didn’t need blood that often. Maybe it was because the vampire hadn’t gotten to bit him that well or maybe… because of some other reason. Akira had no idea about that.

Akira was never an easy child. He loved running away, just to cause trouble for his parents and hoping that his father would just throw him to streets or something like that, because he certainly hated him from the bottom of his heart. Too bad it seemed like Nikolai wasn’t going to give up at all. He often pretended that he didn’t study the slightest and on purpose failed all the exams at school, but in reality he did study a lot, but secretly in his room. This made people believe that he was a total idiot, but actually he wasn’t that bad at all in school.

When Akira had caused enough trouble for his parents, such as making promise to get engaged to a duke’s daughter, but in the end escaping from the engagement party, and that making everyone believe that he had traveled to Iraq while he actually was in the basement of the castle reading books, his father decided that the boy needed to be sent to a school. As Takuya and Kisa had both sent to Beauxbatons, Nikolai decided that it would be a good place for Akira too… which why he now arrived to Beauxbatons. Bonjour France, sayonara Japan.

Personality:

Unlike all the other children in the Kissin family, Akira has always went his own ways. He never listened to his father nor his step-mother… or anyone else on top of that. When he turned ten, he started running away from home. Yep, he did it a lot. But he was always caught, though he let them catch him on purpose as long as he had already had enough fun. When he was younger he enjoyed being in the forest, but the older he became the more interested about women… and men he was. Therefore he has turned into a playboy who often likes to flirt with anyone at all. Even when he’s angry he might talk in a flirty way, because it has just become part of him. He flirts even when he doesn’t mean to. This makes a lot of people quite confused.

Akira is also good at making people amused. Though, that’s by teasing others in front of other people, meaning making fools of others. He doesn’t always mean it in a bad way, because this also, like flirting, comes naturally from him. Especially if he knows a person very well, he likes to make a little bit fun out of them. And that he usually doesn’t even do on purpose. Unless it’s his family member; then it’s usually on purpose.

Because of all this, you would think that Akira is rather immature and childish, but he’s actually quite mature. He can get along with people quite well and also takes school VERY seriously, even though you might see him skipping classes rather often. He’s also very loyal to his friends and definitely will protect/help them if they are in trouble. And to be honest, the boy actually rather likes studying. He’s a total bookholic and he’d be able to read books for a whole week if he had to (like he pretty much did when he locked himself in the basement).

One of his weaknesses is that he’s very sensitive. If he’s really hurt, he won’t be able to hide his tears. And trust me it’s quite easy to make him feel very hurt. All the flirting and showing off is only because he lacks confidence. He seriously doesn’t trust in himself that well and is always afraid of making mistakes or making people way too angry at himself. He often tries to please people without even really noticing it, but he tries to avoid that. He believes that that makes him look even more of a fool.

So simply said he's a boy who always acts tough and shows off, even though inside he's a quiet and shy bookworm... with great acting skills. After all, he acts like a totally different person quite often. Even in front of his family members.

Sample RP:

“Aah! What is wrong with this language? Nearly as bad as Chinese. Doesn’t anyone speak English or something…”

A young Asian boy mumbled to himself while walking forward in the streets of France. He seriously had no idea where he was heading, because he had gotten himself lost. Again. You could say it was one of his special skills, getting lost. He tried to read all the street signs and stuff, but wasn’t able to understand much which why he sighed and sat down on an empty bench in the park. God, why didn’t I try to learn French back at home? I learned so many other languages, but no… French stayed in the shadows. He thought while looking at young people whom passed him by while talking "the zigzag" language that he seriously couldn’t understand. When an old couple stopped nearby him to talk, he leaned towards them, narrowed his eyes and tried to listen to them, but he couldn’t understand a single word. Still he kept staring until the old couple noticed, giving him a weird look until cautiously starting to walk away from him. This made the boy frown slightly until he ruffled his dark red hair while looking down at the ground. I would have never thought that I’d die in France. Nearly right after he had thought about this, he noticed that there was someone standing in front of him. Slowly he raised his head and turned to look at the person whom was smiling way too widely at him, showing every single teeth he had in his mouth. This made Akira lean backwards a bit while having a surprised look on his face.

“Bonjour! Comment vous appellez-vous?”

The man asked while still giving him the large smile which why Akira just nodded slightly yet quickly a few times while staring right back at him.

“Umm…” He started while wondering what to say until he also started to smile and spread his hands. “Viva la France!” He yelled all of sudden with his horrible French accent which made the man’s smile face a bit, but not way too much yet. This caused Akira let out a rather loud sigh before he already stood up and looked at the man with a desperate look on his face. “Can’t you please speak English? Please? English? Ummm… Anglais? Bitte?”

He tried his best, but the man just shook his head and looked at him oddly, but soon already started to walk away quite fast. Akira’s jaw dropped as he looked after the man, not believing how bad luck he was having. Did the man really get so scared of him? Why? Did he say something wrong? He seriously had no idea that bitte was German, though it was also French, but... just meant something way different than what he had even meant. The boy slapped both of his hands in front of his face for a moment, though soon moved his fingers a bit so he could see in front of him at least a bit. Quickly he turned around and started to walk back the way he had come from. Maybe that way he’d find his way back.

“How can someone actually live in this kind of place…”

He actually could do well in all three houses, but because of his 'outer' personality I am going to say Sournois.

[vespera]

First Name:

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Valeriya

Middle Name

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Ruslana

Last Name:

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Alexandrov

Blood Type:

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Vampiric

Age:

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Forever Sixteen

Birth Place:

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Moscow, Russia

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October 31, 1991

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Born on october 31, 1991 in Moscow, Russia. Valeriya was her mother's first born & only child. Valeriya's family was very rich and powerful in Moscow. Though Valeriya never thought it like that. She always thought to be more fortunate then others her age.

Once Valeriya turned eleven she started getting more and more noticed by guys and a local modeling agency who was staying in Russia for a few weeks. Her mother Lucia perswaided her to try out for the agency many times, but Valeriya refused. She didn't want to be put on display for everyone to see her flaws.

Though one day after her mother tried talking her into modeling for the company Valeriya got so sick and tired of it all that she finally agreed to. Her mother called up the agency and scheduled an apointment for the next morning. Three days after being signed into the company she was ordered to move to france so they could get more and more shops of her.

And telling her mother that everything would be fine. So Lucia let Valeriya go to paris alone with the agency. Hoping that nothing but good would come out of her trip. Once Valeria reached Paris she went straight into photoshoots for all hours. One night after an after hour shoot she decided to walk home instead of getting a ride from her fellow models.

She got lost and took a wrong turn down an alley. Before she knew what was happening she came face to face with a shadow and when she tried to scream it grabbed her neck and threw her into a wall. From there everything went black. Valeriya woke up days later in a dark room with only a bed, a sofa, and a night stand as far as she could see.

Days later the figure showed itself. It was a man, well a vampire. His name was Cole Alexandrov. He had bitten her days before in hopes she would change into a monster as well. Cole taught her everything she knows about the mythical world; plants, animals, creatures, spells, charms, ect.

Personality:

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Valeriya always speaks her mind. Though sometimes it can get her into a lot of trouble. She's shy at times but only toward a guy she likes or loves. Valeriya likes to stand out from the croud. And once she believes she's done so then she can go about her day as confident as can be.

Valeriya loves music; all the way from classics to hip hop. She knows almost all the songs which play on all the raidio stadtions. Her family finds it a bit creepy at times, but she doenst care. Valeriya doesn't care much for rules or the people who enforce them. She's a bit of a rebel at times; well most of the time.

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Sample RP:

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Valeriya couldn't help but stop and stair at her reflection in the window of a local shop. perfection, as always, she thought to herself as she walked towards the end of a street. She staired up at the sky and nearly walked face to face into a car going 30mph. Not something that didn't happen often. Valeriya was a day dreamer as anyone could see.

She blinked a few times and got came back into reality. Once the light for the cross walk turned white she quickly ran to the other side of the street. Her cell phone ran loudly playing a familiar song as she dug through her purse to get it.

Must be Sournois

[marieko2]

First Name: Ian
Last Name: Hadley
Age: 18
Appearance: 1 2 3

History:
Ian is the son of a demon father and a muggle mother, Alexander Hadley and Isabella Pierre. His father used to live in England, but moved to France and found his true love, Isabella. From them, Ian inherited his amazing looks and great intelligence. Ian had gone to a public school for years, but when he found that it became hard to disguise his true nature, especially from his then girlfriend, Rianella, he asked his parents to send him to private school. But before they could even attempt to send any letters, an owl tapped on their window holding a letter that told him he was selected to enroll in Beauxbatons Academy for Magic. Never had he heard of such a school, but his mother told him that she, too, had gone to the Academy and it was a great place to develop his skills. So he packed his belongings, eager to find out where he was headed.

Personality:
Ian is a demon, so anger is an emotion that overrules his actions, sometimes. He tries to be as calm as possible most of the time, because he just wants to fit in. It's hard for him to make friends with muggles and not be able to tell them what he is. His caring nature makes him a very lovable person, but beware of his dark side. When you betray his trust in any way, he will not let you go easily.
He likes to go hiking and rockclimbing whenever he has the chance. It helps him reflect on things and calms him down, so whenever he feels the anger bubbling up he goes outside into the forest that borders on his backyard.

Sample RP:
He walked up to his old school, it was the last time he would ever walk up those steps that held so many memories. Thinking of where he was and where he is headed, he knew he was doing the right thing. He just hoped he wouldn't hurt her, too much. She was everything he cared about, the person he could confide in, a shoulder to cry on. But one thing he had never been able to tell her, nor would he ever be able to. So he had to say goodbye.

At the top of the steps sat the most beautiful girl that ever walked to hallways of Brighton High, Rianella Velours. She seemed to be looking at something she held in her hands, but Ian could not see what it was. He just kept on climbing the stairs and sat down next to her when he finally reached the top. In her hands was something that looked like a present, something he hoped was not destined for him. He did not deserve any present, not after what he was going to say to her next...

Must be Sournois

[tashi]

First Name:

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Age:

Appearance:

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Sample RP

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[willowmersill]

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First Name: Willow

Last Name: Mersill

Age: 16

Appearance:*

History: Willow, called Will by her parents and peers, was originally born in England, though both of her parents were of Asian descent. She was brought mostly by her mother, who was a witch, unlike her father. Both of her parents agreed that she be introduced to magic, so her mother spent most of her time teaching Willow about the wizarding world, while her father worked as a muggle lawyer.

Her family life was fine, she was taught to accept people by their attitude and not their bloodline. She rarely saw her father, he was always doing court cases in other countries or states, but she didn't mind. By the time Willow was ready to head to muggle school she knew she had to keep quite about her 'abilities'.

Because Willow was brought up with wizarding values, she was always curious about muggles. Though she went to a muggle school for several years before going to Beauxbatons, she felt out of place because of her secret. Now finally, Willow is finally allowed to go to a wizarding school, she is nervous yet excited

Personality: Willow is known as being the quiet, creative type. Though she is quiet she is certainly not shy, and usually finds it easy to make friends with her friendly manner. She accepts people no matter what their bloodline, but cant stand the people who use their bloodline as a status symbol.

Even though she is friendly, some people are just put off by her quiet ways, which makes them steer clear of her. When Willow was lonely in the muggle school she went to, she turned into a very creative individual, she taught herself how to play Piano and is quite a good artist.

Sample RP:
Willow gasped as her alarm clock startled her at the early hour of 4.30am. Out of her open mouth came a yawn as she lifted her arms up in a stretching motion before hurriedly climbing off of her bed. She had set her alarm early since she had no free time to pack the previous day.

She kneeled down next to her white-sheeted, canopy bed, and reached underneath it, only to pull out a wooden trunk. She threw the brown, wooden trunk on the bed before heading to her closet to get the items she needed to pack.

The short, brown-haired teen was unsure about how she felt at this moment. Within simple hours she would be heading to Beauxbatons Academy, one of the most prestigious wizarding schools she knew.

Though very excited at the fact she was finally going to a school where people could actually know and understand who she was, she was also very nervous. Many questions sped through her mind, What house would she be sorted in? Will she make friends? Will she be an outcast?

Must be Cossu

[nolliechase]

First Name: Nollie
Last Name: Chase
Age: 15
Heritage:Pure Blood / Irish
Appearance:Nollie is a very petite girl, standing about 5'1 or 5'2. She has, tall legs, skinny body.. She has icy blue eyes and long, dark eyelashes. Her hair is long and blonde, falling about to her elbows in light waves. In the winter her skin is fair, but as soon as summer hits, it turns a bronzy color.

History: Nollie grew up and lived in Ireland for the majority of her life, her mother and Father a famous Wizarding band that toured all around Europe. Being an only child, Nollie was very lonely the majority of the time, considering her parents where, almost always in concert. But she learned to love music, growing up around it her whole life. Learning to speak English on her travels around Europe, Nollie and her family lived somewhat happily. But Nollie never got the full attention as a child she needed. She was somewhat neglected by her parents, but still loves them to this day.

Her parents, deciding they wanted more fame brought their music to the muggle side of Europe. It was there they got caught up in the drug abuse as well. When Nollie was around 13 years old, her father died from an overdose on drugs. Nollie and her mother, broken, head back home to Ireland to live with her grandmother. Two months later Nollie then, received her letter to attend Beauxbatons Academy.

Personality: Nollie is a rebellious child. She has a problem with authority, but has no fears, no regrets. Nollie is smart, but doesn't show it. She will be respectful when it is needed, but doesn't like when people tell her what to do. She sticks to her beliefs no matter what, and has a strong moral background. She is easy to get along with and usually is a good time. She has witty remarks at the ready, and always thinks before she acts.

Sample RP:
Sounds of talking, yelling, and a train engine could be heard as a blond haired beautiful girl ran through Nine-and-three-quarters. Her bright blue eyes scanned the area, seeing many people's parents shipping their kids of to learn the ways of magic.

Smiling at her mummy, she got on the train and gave her baggage to the man by the entrance and walked down the aisle, her mum waving and moving along with her on the outside. It was hard to leave her, but even harder for her, she presumed.

Nollie walked forward, finally makes it to an empty compartment, tossing her valuables into the rack overhead before plopping into an empty seat. Eventually, someone would arrive and she wouldn't be so bored.

Must be Cossu