Sorting (Term Ten)

[nadia]

First Name: Nadia
Last Name: Naughten
Age: 15
Appearance: Click
History:

Everyone has a love story that is pretty much similar when it starts out. Like you see someone handsome or beautiful, you know very little about them, you get to know them, and then the two of you are love birds and marry. Well not a lot of people get to the last part, but Nadia's parents did. George Naughten is a entrepreneur, who works in his apartment in Ontario, Canada. Then one night he was called to leave Canada for a month and travel to Paris, France for a business meeting with his work partners. Hannah Stone, was a personal artist and photography, and now still a photography, but only for magazines and newspapers around Paris. George and Hannah met at the newspaper company in Paris where it was actually love at first sight. Then they started to see each other and became a married couple. Though George didn't quite know everything about Hannah, and that was how Hannah wanted to keep it. Then after four monthes they settled in Paris, France where Hannah's family lived though she never took George to see them, because of her family's heritage and how they are witches and wizards.

After a month, on April 2, 1993, Hannah gave birth to a beautiful and small baby girl, who she named Nadia Faye Naughten. Nadia then grew up into a curious and emotional girl who always had a heart and cared for her parents. When Nadia turned 10, her parents realized a change in her. She started to not express much of feelings, and when she gets mad she would sometimes have a spark in her that released some kind of magical force, that led to something unexpecting to happen. George had no clue what this was, but Hannah did, it was the stage where little witches would get their magical ability. Then after two monthes of these weird events, Hannah cut to the chase and announced who she and her family was. At first George was speech-less but Nadia knew what she was talking about.

Nadia said that she read about witches and wizards and read her mother's diaries about her life when she went to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Though George was disgusted and scared since he was a muggle and had no education on witches and wizards. But one thing was for sure, was that Nadia inherited Hannah's elven-blood and magical abilities. After that whole catastrophe of secrets being unvealed, Hannah and Nadia didn't hear a word from George until one night where he called and ordered Hannah to sign divorce papers.

The divorce trials went smoothly and Hannah gained custody of Nadia, when George-on the other hand-could only visit Nadia and not live with her. Nadia then turned fourteen and finished her fourth year there. Since Hannah was very experimental with her magic and potions, one potion went very wrong. But that only happened after the divorce when Hannah was still beat up since she still had feelings for George and also because he had married someone else, a muggle this time. Nadia then found out why Hannah wasn't calling her for dinner one night, and that was because of the potion that had gone wronge, killed Hannah.

After Hannah's funeral, Nadia was ordered to stay with George and his new muggle wife and son. Though Nadia wouldn't at all call her father's new family a part of her, though George was an acception since he is Nadia's blood-parent. When that was all settled it was time for the fifth year of Nadia's term at Beauxbatons. Though George didn't want her to go. But at least the Headmistress had convinced George to let Nadia come back to Beauxbatons. And so Nadia is now ready for her new year and hope that her muggle father wouldn't get in the way.
Personality:

Trust: Nadia hates trusting people. She usually likes to get to know someone before trusting them with dirty little secrets or a key to something sacred. Nadia is always the type of girl who likes balance in her life, and doesn't feel like dealing with people who make it uneven and hectic for her. Nadia also thinks that she could do anything and that no one is stoping except for those haters. But usually if someone like that crosses her she would usually not give a damn and keep on walking.

Artistic: Since Nadia inherited most of her emotional feelings from her dad; her artisitc abilities mostly came from her mom. Nadia loves to experiment with new things like photography, painting, drawing, etc. Even music is special to Nadia and something that she has with her all the time. And in her spare time she likes to just draw landscapes, people or things that just inspire her.

Silly: Sometimes Nadia can be a bit grumpy or hating when you meet her, or unsure of who you are as a person. When she started Beauxbatons she had a really quiet year and it went by fast for her with aquintances and some friends. Though hanging out with Nadia is pretty fun, since she is quite daring and thinks anything is possible. When you get to know her, you'd seem as if you're sisters always daring each other, making fun of each other, sharing secrets, and being there side-by-side. A lot of times Nadia hates dreadful and emotional things, like funerals for example; and she would always make someone happy when the time calls for it. Either with her sarcasm or with her sense of humor that comes from no where.
Sample RP:

Sometimes its as if nothing important happened in your life, and everything was just a dream. When suddenly you wake up in the morning and look back where it was reality. Nadia's mom was dead, and that would never leave her, not even in her dreams.

A lot of things had happened from when Nadia's mom's funeral was held, even before that. Like George getting remarried to a stupid-muggle wannabe mommy. And the fact that Nadia would have a new "brother". Well that would cause problems for Nadia and her new life with a "brother" who would probably spy on her and everything she would do.

The days seemed longer and tiring. Nadia jumped out of bed, brushed her teeth, and took a bath. She slipped on a skinny jean, and a T-shirt. She was the same rocker-girl who has emotional feelings.

Suddenly the alarming voice of her dad's came from the kitchen. "Nadia! Lara (his new wife) is here come down for breakfast." As much as Nadia loved breakfast, she took her time going downstaires. She heard the soft voice of her step-mother talking to her dad. The tv was on and loud with rock music-which Nadia liked-was playing.

"Oh, hi Nadia," exclaimed Lara with open arms. Nadia stood there for a second and walked towards her returning the hug. "Jacob she's here." She? She has a name you know, Nadia thought. Jacob looked away from the tv and turned to face Nadia, her face with a hint of dislike.

"Hi. I guess you might know me already," Nadia finally announced forcing sound to come from her mouth. "So-like my dad?" Nadia thought that it was a stupid question to ask. Though she was right about something that it is her dad. "Yeah, he's pretty cool. Do you guys get along?" Jacob asked. Nadia now loathed him; she thought that he didn't have anything to do with her and she knew that he would be a nosy dog. She didn't know what to say, but she just rolled her eyes slightly and said, "Well yes I mean I am his biological daughter you know. Even though my mom-and my dad's marriage wasn't even I was balanced between the two's affection towards me." While saying that Nadia stuttered on talking about her mom and dad's marriage, and escpecially saying the word: mom.

"So-your mom-how was she?" he asked unsure if that was the right thing to do. Nadia had a blank look on her face not knowing what to say but the word: magnifique. I looked at the floor and then to him in his light brown eyes, and his messy unkempt hair and said in a heavy French accent, "She was the mother I've always wanted. She was caring, inventive, motherly, and just wonderful in every way a mother should be..." She carried on talking about how her mother was, when she suddenly remembered that she wanted to take photos of the muggle skaters at the skate-park.

"Oh I just forgot. Um, I need to take some pictures," she said looking at the kitchen seeing Lara and her dad coming to see what we were talking about.

"How about Jacob comes along with you?" suggested George.

"Um, I don't know. If thats OK with Nadia then sure," replied Jacob looking at Nadia with a slight hopeful expression.

Nadia sighed a little and looked at her camera and then to Jacob. "Sure, you can come. I'm just taking a few shots at the skate-park," Then they readied to the door, and into the misty-cold weather. At first it would have seemed absurd to have Nadia judge Jacob without knowing him. But weirdly enough, Nadia didn't think that Jacob was that bad, but she didn't want to judge him that way either-not just yet.

Hmmm, its between two houses. But I think... Cossu

[raeyne]

First Name: Raeyne

Last Name: De La Rouge

Age: 16

Appearance:


History:
Growing up Raeyne wasn't a spoiled little girl like everyone thought she was, no, she was the complete opposite. She may have come from a wealthy family, however, Rae had to earn what she wanted for disciplinary reasons. Her parents wanted her to know what it was like to earn things rather than being given everything. It was hard and unfair because it seemed like no matter what she did, Raeyne never did earn much of anything except annoyance. So with this happening, she began to rebel against them, finding ways to get the things she wanted. Her parents made her feel like she was their slave rather than their daughter, their child. One and only child at that. As she was growing up, she was also always getting into trouble in school, jinxing people and getting put into detention. Always wanting to do what she wanted to do, but finding that she couldn't really do what she wanted in school. So she has to sneak around people just to get what she wanted, unfortunately that didn't work.

At the age of 14yrs old, she had moved three times to three different schools. She eventually got transfered to Beauxbatons Academy. Her parents ended up getting a divorce and her mother moved to France and Raeyne went with her. Eventually her mother remarried. Her step father Adam taught Raeyne that if done what she was asked, she would get something in return. She never believed him until he kept his promise. Raeyne grew to respect him and things started becoming a lot better and he had treated her as if she was his own daughter, but disciplined her in different ways. She had earn what she wanted, she respected him enough to listen, though was still in her own little way a rebel. When Raeyne started school, Her mother ended up passing away from a chronic illness and Raeyne was left with Adam to take care of her. With her step father working a lot, he sent Raeyne on to stay at Beauxbatons and promised that he would take the holidays off to spend time with her. Then her father came back into the picture wanting to take Raeyne back, but she refused because she loved being with her step father and didn't want to leave Beauxbatons. So now it's a constant battle between her two dads, one who is her real dad and one who she knows as a dad and cares for her. Hopefully things will better themselves for her or she will be making her home permenantly at Beauxbatons for good.

Personality:
Raeyne is a collector of many things, thoughts, trinkets, books, jewelry. You name it. A girl who doesn't easily crack under pressure, or at least tries hard not to. Though it may seem like she isn't the brightest star in the sky either, but she does have a good head on her shoulders and means well. She's a sensitive person, yet is driven by many things in life. Some have said that Raeyne is one you can call a loving, loyal and devoted person. With that being said, she works her hardest to maintain her life and keep it stable as much as she can. Honesty is one of her best attributes, why because she feels so guilty that she ends up admitting the truth anyway. Raeyne loves to make people laugh and enjoys having fun. Though there have been times where she has had a few outs with people, a couple with her friends and mostly with her parents. Only few have seen her mean streak and it's one that no one wants to see, that's one of the best times to just walk away and leave things be.

Sample RP:
(From another site.)

It didn't take long for Raeyne to make her way down the stairs and to the Ground floor, she had just finished fixing her office and her classroom up so that when the students came it would be read. Giving a heavy sigh, she took the last step off the stairs and looked around. Things were in order or so she hoped, she had pretty much finished all that she needed to do. Straightening her attire, she walked up to the door and waved her hand in front of it. The sound of the locks unlocking made a clanking noise that echoed through the school. Running a hand through her thick wavy hair and tucked back behind her shoulders before making her way out of the school and onto the grounds.

Scanning the grounds and other areas within her view, she glanced over toward the Forbidden Forest. Her soft brown eyes blinked as she raised her hand to shield the sun. Raeyne stood there wondering if it had changed any since she had been in there years ago. Wow, that was so long ago. Here she was a Deputy Headmistress of the school. Glancing down at her watch, she noticed she had plenty of time to go for a stroll in the forest. Raeyne felt her feet begin to move in that direction with a gentle breeze blowing steadily, it felt good after being stuck in an office most of the morning and then a classroom for most of the afternoon.

From the front steps of the school to the entrance of the forest, Raeyne began to take a stroll down memory lane as she walked. Thinking back to her school years and even wishing things were easy like they were then. Except even then things were hard too, she didn't have her mother but she did have her father and that was good enough. Her father tried his hardest and she commended him for it. As the forest started to come into a much clearer view, she glanced up seeing all the many different colors paint the sky like a portrait. It was a beautiful setting, but when she glanced back to the forest it was right there in front of her. If she hadn't of stopped, she would have walked right into a tree branch.

Typical of her not to really pay much attention to anything around her but the sky. Lowering her head as she followed the path down into the forest. "Oi, this brings back memories." she said brushing a few strands from her face, carefully she watched where she was going so she wouldn't trip over anything. Of course it wouldn't surprise her if she did. Raeyne was notorious for doing that. Glancing down as she stepped over a log, she heard a noise not far up the path than where she was. Shayla stopped with a curious thought as to who on earth would be walking out in the forest. Following behind them, she stepped on a twig and stopped short only to move behind a tree before the figured turned its head.

Must be Cossu

[firefly007]

First Name: Sara
Last Name: Luxin
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Sara is a half blood who grew up with her muggle mother. Sara does not know much about her father as he left their family when she was still a child. She has bad memories of him and does not like to talk about them. Sara has one sibling, an older brother who is a muggle. His lack of magic ability was cause for much of their father's abuse and hatred toward his family.
Sara's father's mother tries to stay in contact with her gradnchildren as often as possible, however; due to their father's treatment of them, her mother tries her hardest to keep their grandmother away from them. When Sara found out that she was a witch her mother and brother were a bit upset, but her grandmother was extatic. Now that Sara is away at school and making her own decisions she hopes to rebuild a relationship with her grandmother, who comes from a pure blood family.
Personality: To those who first meet her, she seems to be a very quiet and shy girl; however, to her friends, she is very energetic. Sara prefers to be a listener as opposed to a talker. She is very good at reading people and often helps her friends through their problems. Sara enjoys running as she believes that it helps her clear her head and think. She can often be found taking a short run in the early morning hours. She is also a very conscientious student. She may not enjoy receiving homework assignments, but she gets them done promptly and efficiently.
Sample RP:
Sara walked out of the school and on to the grounds. It was the beginning of her second day at Beauxbatons Academy and she had planned to spend her morning exploring the grounds and working out a new running routine. She took a deep breath as she began to stretch. It was the beginning of a crisp, fall day and the colors of the season were starting to show. Sara began to wander around the school grounds. There were no other students awake, but she didn't mind. The silence was just one benefit of her daily runs. Allowing her feet to lead her, she let her thoughts drift.
Images from the day she left for school began to fill her mind. Her mother had mixed feelings about Sara being a witch. Other than what she knew from Sara's father, she did not have much knowledge of the wizarding world. And Jayson, her older brother to whom she was so close, did not speak to her at all that day. He seemed almost scared of her, something that bothered her immensely. Did she remind him of their father?
Deciding that she had seen enough of the school for one morning, Sara turned around to return back to her dorm. She would write her mother and brother letters after breakfast. She knew that her mother would respond, it was Jayson who she worried about.

Must be Cossu

[ellethwen]

First Name:
Aimée

Last Name:
Faye

Age:
15

Appearance:
Aimée's appearance is fairly average, and fails to stand out. She has very straight, sandy blond hair cut bluntly that comes to a little past her shoulders. It is almost always tied into a high, bouncy ponytail with part of the sides left down to frame her face. Her eyes are a very icy blue, gleaming impishly. She is fairly tall, with an athletic build, and light skin that refuses to tan or burn. The rest of Aimée's features remain fairly impish and hint at a trickster, with a small, curved-up noise and thin, high-arching eyebrows.

As far as clothing goes, Aimée favors the comfortable, casual, and bright, but she posesses no fashion sense whatsoever. She can be most often found in a pair of ratty shorts (or jeans in cooler weather) and a plain-colored T-shirt along with a faded sweatshirt. She wears a pair of very battered running shoes that may have once been red and blue but now seem to be brown and brown; even so, she refuses to get rid of them. Lastly, Aimée favors wildly-patterned socks that don't coordinate with her outfit and is always wearing them; she could be wearing a formal dress and would be donning rainbow socks decorated with teddy bears.

History:
Born in November 24 in Ansonia, Connecticut, Aimée is a Saggittarius, and the sign fits her well. Her mother Genevieve and her father Donovan had a very hard time dealing with this overly hyperactive bouncing baby. They were Muggles, and as such, had no clue as to Aimée's abilities. Her childhood was much the same, with her getting into constant fights and arguments, shouting matches, and much screeching. She was a liar from the start, creating ridiculous and impossible stories. She also had a tendency to make her past seem extremely dramatic, inventing complicated lies such as a car crashing through her bedroom wall when she was a baby or being kidnapped by a man escaped from a mental institution.

Needless to say, none of these stories were true. While Aimée had a tendency to make small, odd things happen (such as making a plastic cup permanently cycle through blinding neon rainbow colors), she never lived up to those tales. Which is probably a good thing, as she would have probably died by now if all those stories were true.

When she was 7, Donovan was forced to move overseas for his job. Aimée relished the adventure, and worked hard to learn French. However, she never quite got it, and still tends to mangle her speech when flustered or angry. As such, she vastly prefers to speak English, which is much more accomodating for her tendency to make up new nonsense words.

Aimée recieved a letter from Beauxbatons at age 11. Her parents were secretly overjoyed, because they had a hard time believing that they alone could have produced someone so strange, and that something else had to have been involved.

And along that same vein continues Aimée's life, leaving behind a trail of utter destruction and scarred minds, followed faithfully by her ferret Pookykoo.

Personality:
Aimée could be tagged as certifiably insane. She stomps (and often staggers) around shouting about absolutely ridiculous things, such as flying turtle-monkeys and kangarabbitmousquirrels. These creatures form central roles in her stories, which almost always have a science fiction theme. Aimée chatters on an on about the different planets she's been to and alien races that she's met and befriended. Among Aimée's favorite things to talk about would be an elaborate fabrication known as a Wormhole, which she claims only she has control over. The Wormhole can be unzipped, and Aimée can enter it, along with anyone she choose. Then, once the Wormhole is zipped up, Aimée is safe in a big black pit of nothingness (which to us would be a hole in the space-time continuum). The Wormhole can spit her out wherever Aimée wants it to--even above a black hole.

One should, of course, keep in mind that the Wormhole does not exist, and it is a very overblown story.

As soon as she was sorted, Aimée set about to wreaking havoc on the minds around her. She claimed a sleeping spot in a corner on the floor of the commons area, marked with her things, then began gathering a large assortment of ridiculous objects, such as a burned-out flourescent lightbulb, a length of old string, someone's old scuffed-up and broken watch, an assortment of shiny buttons, and an alarming amount of thumbtacks. She carries those items with her at all times in a ziploc baggie, although there is a lot more that could be added to that list.

Aimée is hyperactive, loud, a packrat for stupid useless objects, and quite rude. Sly, clever, and an excellent liar, she pulls pranks and plays tricks on people, and is totally unpproachable unless you can handle the brain exploding that will follow. Aimée was diagnoesd with ADHD early on and given medicine, but Aimée hated the medicine and had a tendency to flush it all down the toilet, so eventually, her parents gave up on her. She is obsessed with end of the world theories and will shriek about how even the slightest thing gone amiss will blow up the Earth. As such, she is irrationally afraid of bombs, particularly atomic bombs, and ticking noises, so she will only ever use digital clocks. She could be tagged as having a hard time staying on her own planet--in fact, it's more likely that she's an alien then a human.

Since Aimée is not a people person, she's been known to walk around with a rubber chicken that she uses to hit people over the head. It can't be taken from her even by force.

Sample RP:
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"Aimée! Stop it whatever you're doing!" a voice finally snapped.

Aimée looked up from where she was working, throughly annoyed. "I'm playing with cards!" she pointed out. "Learning how to make intriguing sounds with cards is important! I could make a new instrument! But I can't do that because of YOU! Do you know how unfair that is? Do you?!"

There was no reply--any sane person would have learned long, long ago that arguing with Aimée Faye was a useless endeavour--so Aimée, disgruntled, rounded up the battered deck of cards she had been shuffling and clicking against various objects, bound them with a rubber band, and shoved them in her sweatshirt pocket. Then she sprang up from her chair and headed to her sleeping area. Rummaging around in her backpack, Aimée soon procured what she wanted: a paddle-ball that had been retrieved from a sidewalk several months earlier. She stole a bit of elastic string from some poor unfortunate soul and repaired the toy.

Now it was a source of endless amusement and Happy Fun Time for Aimée Faye, who settled down comfortably and began to hit the ball, muttering curses at it whenever she missed (which was a lot), frimly believing that it was the paddle's, or the ball's, or the string's, or any combination herein, fault that she sucked so much at it.

Playing with the toy and waiting for something to happen that would call upon the prowress of Aimée to save the day, the paddle ball decided that today was the last day it would ever be in the service of so insane a master, and with that, decided to commit Paddle Ball Suicide.

The staple holding the string and ball to the thin balsa wood of the paddle gave out. Aimée had been whacking at it rather vehemently, and the sudden lack of any sort of mooring caused the ball, attached to the string, fly wildly out of control and go straight across the room...

To where another poor, unfortunate victim was whacked straight in the ear by it.

Said victim gave a strangled cry. He seized upon the ball, shouted at Aimée about how he was sick of her antics, and threw the ball into the fire, before stomping off to the dorm.

"YOU FLYING TURTLE-MONKEY! THAT WAS MEAN!" Aimée shouted after his retreating back.

Then, grumpily, she threw the paddle on the floor, hard, where the wood clattered, the cracked. Growling at it, Aimée seized upon it and threw it into the fire, then crossed her arms and hissed through her teeth.

"Stupid idiots. Ruining my shiny things."


Must be Sournois

[stormeh]

<sup>First Name:
Cynthia

Middle Names:
Chloe Sarafina

Last Name:
Wood

Age:
Fifteen

Appearance:
No one could lull you into a false sense of security like Cynthia Wood. Her talent doesn't work like a Siren's call. No Cyn is far more subtle. She doesn't bother with flirting with her "prey," Cynthia views herself as far above that disgusting display of desperateness. Instead, Cynthia chooses to project a false display of innocence. She can make herself look years younger than she truly is and, unless you know her well, it's easy to mistake her for a foolish and sweet twelve-year-old. Her dark brown eyes can become wide with innocence and confusion mixed with her winning puppy dog pout and a small wrinkle of her ski-slope nose the little witch is the closest thing to irresistible you will ever find.

However, you could always irritate the little sweetie and watch as that mask of perfection gets twisted into a horrible look of pure fury. Her brown eyes darken even more and narrow in concentration as her calculating glare detects any visible weakness in her opponent. She cute wrinkle in her nose becomes more obvious as she sneers at you like you're a pile of dog feces, not worthy of her respect or admiration. Her cute half-smile morphs into a grimace.

Her thick, light brown hair is always pulled back into a tight ponytail. Nothing breaks your concentration when working out like hair in your face. Her lean muscle looks like it fits a male jock more than a teenage girl. Cynthia is completely flat, and when her face is hidden from view it isn't hard to confuse her for a particularly toned male.

Cynthia's style of choice would always be unisex or male clothes. Anything designed to fit a teenage girl is really disgusting. Loose shirts with stupid phrases on them that can't help but make Cynthia crack up and baggy, wannabe "gangsta" pants take up most of Cynthia's closet. She does have plain t-shirts and sweat pants for when working out and a few pairs of bike shorts and sports bras, but Cynthia usually chooses to suffer through the heat rather than be seen in something "revealing." There is also the clothes that her parents send her (they really don't know anything about their child despite having dealt with her for eleven years) that any normal girl would be thrilled to own. Fashionable tank tops and low-cut t-shirts to be paired with tight jeans and short shorts or, God forbid, skirts.

Shoes are Cynthia's only feminine weakness. She claims that it's easier to run around in ballet flats and helps her balance on the tips of her toes, but in truth she just likes the look of the girlish shoes paired with tattered, faded band tees and sweat pants. The sneakers in Cynthia's closet multiply like rabbits. Cynthia almost always have some new sneakers coming in the mail for her. This is not the mark of a shopaholic but rather the mark of someone that thinks she can go swimming in sneakers or walk through mud and then wash then and they'll turn out fine. Her favorite pair of shoes are stained by mud, have holes in the toe, and still have the same pair of frayed laces they came with. Asking Cynthia to throw out her "stinkies", as most of the people in her dorm call them, is basically asking for death.



History:
Cynthia is really disgusted by the horribly clichéd "rich kid pretends to have problems." Cynthia doesn't have problems because her parents were rich and busy and didn't have time to nurture her. Cynthia's parents were really very loving, they supported her in whatever she attempted and they truly believed that her daughter was the false angel she led them to believe she was. It wasn't their fault that Cynthia grew up believing no one loved her, because they did love her. The love just wasn't enough. So Cynthia made all her little friends eat dirt and pushed them in the mud after rainstorms so that no one would forget her name, and when the adults came around asking who had done this to the crying child and all fingers pointed to Cynthia? The adults just didn't believe them. Who would, when it was Cynthia Wood they were blaming?

Cynthia made sure her name was known by everyone around her. Her parents were rich and famous, her dad was a big time lawyer and her mom was an author, and so Cynthia knew she would go down in history to. Her name would be one to live throughout the centuries, and when people heard it they would be inspired like Cynthia had been to help others.

But Cynthia had always had a love of Greek mythology. Those myths were her favorite. Hercules, Jason, Theseus: they were all names that Cynthia knew and admired. Oh, to be strong like Hercules or clever like Jason. The famed heroes of Greek mythology were like Cynthia's only friends.

But it wasn't just stunning acts of heroism that connected all the Greeks to one another. It was their ends. Hercules was possessed and killed his whole family, only to be poisoned later. And the one that possessed him? Hera, Goddess of marriage. No one would forget Hera, either, though. And Hera wouldn't be remembered for her great deeds. Hera would be remembered for lying, manipulating, and killing everyone that got in her way. And in the end, Hera had a happy future unlike the pawns that worked for the Gods.

So Cynthia developed a different plan for her life. She wouldn't be remembered as a stupid hero that stunned people with her bravery but really didn't have a future to look forward too after they grew too old to fight. She would be like the wonderful women of Greek mythology. Hera, Medea, Circe. Cynthia could manipulate people, too. She knew she could. No one ever accused Hera or Circe of being evil, no one ever dared.

There was no visible change in Cynthia. But her eyes burned with a fierce desire, a desire to be the most powerful witch. She wouldn't end up like her squib parents, they thrived despite her lack of involvement in the wizarding world. But Cynthia was only eight. She would wait. She would get to Beauxbatons and somebody she would control Beauxbatons. She would control everything. A superior grin would grow on Cynthia's face just thinking about the future she had created for herself.

Her parents believed that she was just thinking about when she would finally get to go to Beauxbatons Academy (Cynthia had shown stunning magical ability since she was five and had picked a fight with a bully that was about thirty pounds bigger than she). She maintained a good relationship with her parents, they were the only ones Cynthia could never hate. They had made her what she was, of course. And Cynthia never once found a reason to believe that who she was would disgust or terrify others.

She was Cynthia Wood. The perfect child born into the perfect family, and anyone that didn't believe that was just an idiot. Whether their muggle neighbor, who still swore that she saw Cynthia make limbs of a tree in her family's lawn grab a little girl that had told Cynthia she needed to take a shower after playing in the mud or the little boy that had seen Cynthia step on a rabbit and crush the life out of the poor thing. They were always wrong. No one knew who Cynthia was. She wouldn't let them.

Cynthia hadn't been deprived of a childhood because of her ambitions. She had always been too old to suit her, but that was how she liked it. It wasn't like it was impossible for her to regress. Cynthia had remained closed-off, quietly hating those around her, until she attended Beauxbatons. Suddenly she was surrounded by so many kids of her own age. Cynthia sort of excelled once surrounded by people that showed her how she was supposed to act. She had dreamt of having minions once she attended school, but instead of minions she made close friends.

Of course, she wouldn't let these close friends see her secret ambitions. But to any onlooker it would look like these people had melted her. She could have fun. She could laugh, she could dance around, she could make up stupid insults, and she could make a passing snarky remark to her enemies and then crack up with her best friend once they were out of view.

Cynthia wasn't scary anymore. This fact both elated and horrified Cynthia. She was funny. Her stupid comebacks, her oblivious ramblings. They amused these people. And so Cynthia went into her fifth year at Beauxbatons a fascinating and immature witch that no one in their right mind would take seriously unless they saw her duel.

Personality:
Cynthia isn't exactly two-faced, because seeing the real Cynthia would require her opening herself up and completely blowing the illusion she worked so hard to create. To others she looks like an annoying, immature little girl that doesn't understand what's going on but chooses to hide her ignorance with a violent sense of humor. But that's not Cynthia. Cynthia is absolutely lethal, the ties she makes mean nothing to her. She might have a shallow attachment to those she spends a lot of time around but when it comes down to it, friendship wouldn't help Cynthia in the real world. Alliances are what matter to Cynthia, finding someone who believes what she believes and will be useful to her. Yes, she will need to be charming. You can't survive on your own. That doesn't mean you need love to survive, screw what most people say. Cynthia didn't survive because she was nurtured by her parents, she survived because she was determined and didn't need the nurturing. People want love, but they don't need it.

No, Cynthia needs people to help her. You can't social climb without someone to boost you up, and you can't rise to a feared and respected witch without first learning from another. Cynthia lies and makes friends to test her charm on others. She couldn't know for sure she could manipulate people well enough unless she let someone close to her and then saw if the charm still worked.

Don't be confused when I say charm. She doesn't cast spells on people. Cynthia isn't even very talented at most magic. She can hex and curse only from insane amounts of practice.

Potions? No way, explosions are fun the first few times and then it just gets annoying and pathetic.

Charms? Fifty percent of the time it just makes people grow nose hair. Again, pretty funny... unless it backfires and hits you.

Herbology? You might be able to mistake soda for water once but accidentally feeding a plant soda for a whole month can get repetitive.

Care of Magical Creatures? She accidentally called a unicorn a sphinx on her exam, this is still laughed about behind Cynthia's back.

Transfiguration? Turning most things into a bunny might be impressive if they weren't Cynthia's absolutely worst fear. Running away from the room screaming puts you at the top of every teacher's hit list.

History? All of Cynthia's dates aren't real. She put "February 31st" for everything on her last exam.

This came be summed up as: Cynthia sucks at everything but Defense Against the Dark Arts. She doesn't usually choose to duel by using magic, anyway. That could get her in loads of trouble, and it's easier to equally match Cyn when using magic. She chooses to fight physically, "like a common muggle" as her enemies say. This is not because of her squib roots. This is because Cynthia is strong and she knows it.

Cynthia will do whatever it takes to win. However, her sense of winning is different than others. Winning is not a matter of correct moves, or even victory. Winning is all about thinking fast and harming her opponent as much as possible. The phrase "if I'm going down you're coming with me" can sum up Cynthia's feelings during fights pretty well. She may have some sense of loyalty, but those bonds haven't been tested enough to know how she really feels about her friends.

But like I said, Cynthia doesn't appear to be cold. She looks at everything from a warrior's point of view, detecting weaknesses and storing the information away from later without even realizing it. However, she is unintentionally funny with her violent sense of humor and when she doesn't see the need to fight she makes a pretty good "friend". Cynthia doesn't know where to draw the line with jokes and "playful" punching matches, often taking things too far. A prank war could blow out of proportion and become a complete war within a matter of hours with Cynthia in charge.

Sample RP:
A cold wind wiped through Cynthia Wood's hair as she leaned against the rough banister surrounding her porch. It was finally summer and Cynthia was visiting her Nantucket house with her family but for some reason being by herself wasn't as fun as it used to be. She had waited for nine months to get away from all the idiots at school, and now she kind of missed the human interaction. She amused herself by reading the Greek myths like she had in her childhood but she could practically recite all the myths. Her dark eyes had traveled over the same line of Eros and Psyche at least fifty times and the information had yet to register in her brain. It wasn't like she didn't understand what she was reading, it was one of the easiest plots in the Greek myths to grasp. Eros fell in love with a rival of his mother while he was trying to curse her and Aphrodite was angry and jealous.

On any normal day Cynthia would pause to sympathize for the Goddess of Love. She knew what it was like to have your minion screw up during a plan. It totally sucked, but Eros must have been a bumbling idiot to accidentally hit himself with his own arrow. Why was he even granted immortality if he couldn't prick a sleeping mortal girl?

Cynthia blinked. Had she just said Eros was at fault? Aphrodite had allowed herself to trust others and made him important to her plan when she should have done it by herself. And yet, Aphrodite didn't seem like an idiot for trusting others. It had been a good plan, and she couldn't have done it by herself. She just trusted the wrong person--

Work it, make it, do it, make us
Harder, better, faster, stronger

Cynthia frowned as the fumbled around in her black messenger back until her hand felt the cool texture of her cell phone. She pulled out the black cell and flipped it open, glancing at the caller I.D. for a second before speaking. "How did you get this number, Joe? I didn't give you this number."

"I'm so cold!" Joe moaned, not even bothering to tell Cynthia how he had found her number without her consent. "It's summer! It should be warm and nice and happy shouldn't it? I'm completely frozen, though." There was a pause, and then in an English accent Joe whined, "I'm suffering, Cynthia. I really am."

"Did you lock yourself in a freezer room again, Joe?" Cynthia grinned, knowing very well that Joe had never locked himself in a freezer. Rather, he had been pushed into a freezer and then a certain fifteen-year-old had locked the door behind him so that she could win at Sardines. Of course, this plan had backfired as it turned out everyone had been hiding in the Freezer. Cynthia still wasn't allowed to play Sardines since, Artemis had almost gotten frostbite from how long they spent locked in.

No one had told on Cynthia, though. Joe and Artemis had been her friends since she was a child. Even if they didn't like each other their parents wanted them to get along. They were part of the same social class and all lived within walking distance from each other, having to put up with each other just came with the territory of having parents in country clubs and book clubs and drinking clubs and all that stupid stuff together. Of course, Joe had a magical parent and Artemis had two, so Cynthia had always been teased for having two pure-blood squibs as parents. But squibs or not they were still members of one of the most respected wizarding families.

"I did not, Cynthia. But feel free to blame ME for this cold. Honestly. Some peop-" Joe's voice broke off there and Cynthia pulled the phone away from her ear to blink at it curiously. It said the call was still going but the green line across her screen - looking eerily like the lifeline on monitors at the hospital - that was meant to measure how loudly they spoke or something was completely flat. Had it been a lifeline, the patient would be dead.

"Joe? Joe?" Cynthia asked slowly, suddenly realizing how dark and frosty it was outside and how much Cynthia wanted something other than her own voice to pierce the silence.

There was a beep on the phone and then 'You have ONE missed call' flashed on the small screen. Cynthia cocked her head to one side, she hadn't heard the ring tone go off and she was pretty sure it was quiet enough to hear the fast song. Joe's phone had probably malfunctioned or something and he was trying to call her back. Her phone was an idiot, it might send most calls to voicemail for all Cyn knew.

The witch clicked 'Listen' with her thumb. All of a sudden the green lines shot up, coming to life as it rose and fell sharply. Cynthia didn't completely understand what was going on. A piercing feminine voice was screeching and sobbing all at once, the bratty tone is usually spoke with was masked by the horrible fear. For a second Cynthia looked around for the source of the panic, only as a second thought did she glance back at the screen of her phone.

Cyn's eyes widened as her own voice continued to scream, then her common sense sprang to life and the brunette dropped her cell on the steps and her heel smashed down on the wailing phone until it shut up. "... Dude."

OoC:// ... Don't know where that came from. I watched One Missed Call two nights ago, though so... one-track mind. XD</sup>

Must be Sournois

[lxylia]

First Name: Lxylia
Last Name: Vella
Age: Sixteen
Appearance: Her eyes is sparkling emerald green, wide and almond-shaped. The eyelashes are long and full, making her looks even more innocent. Her skin is flawless chocolate-colored. Her checks are tinted rosy pink. Her face is heart-shaped. Her hair goes to her hips and is usually either in long braid or two long braids tied with silver ribbon. Her hair is shiny and sleek black. She has very curvy and slim body. Her fingernails are quite long and usually painted light gray-blue. She can be seen wearing pink halter-top that ends just below her breasts with a off-shoulder top underneath that ends just in middle of her belly button, it is purple, the straps are see-through. She has trousers that is low-rise and hangs on her hips, tight at hips and upper thighs, loose at lower thighs, knees and calves, stops at the ankles, is blue. Also hanging on her hips is a wide belt-sash, is white, and is tied just where her trousers starts, the tails of the belt-sash stops at her knees. She usually wear spiked braclets on her wrists. On her feet are black combat boots. On her ears are two gold hoops each, one larger than other. She stands at the height of five feet, nine inches.
History: Her birth was very painful, and it took few hours. After forth hour passed, the doctors were about to rush her mother to the emergency room for emergency C-Section when her mother finally painfully gave birth to her. She grew up with middle-class parents, her mother is high-school teacher and her father died in a car accident when she was seven. She also has an older sister. Lxylia is most close to her mom and dislikes her sister because she has this holier-than-thou attitude which Lxylia dislikes. Lxylia was taught how to drive when she was fourteen by her uncle who lived on a farm. She also received the letter when she was ten years old.
Personality: Lxylia is a girl who is very silent and rude. She has friends yes but she is usually silent one out of her friends. Lxylia is rather rude and usually have a remark ready just in case. Lxylia is only kind to her favorite teachers and her friends. Lxylia is the one who usually send people who was bugging her away crying or upset. She also loves to abuse Shakespearean insults. With her always is her faithful hawk and a cat who looked like a tiger. They were Hwka and Tigre
Sample RP:

Lxylia sat outside in the garden, on a silver metal branch, legs crossed as she wrote something on a piece of paper, being bored. Lxylia sighed and grumbled something about being bored. Birds flew around in the sky. Hwka, a eagle flew down, chirping loudly, and landed on Lxylia’s shoulder and shifted his wings. Lxylia smiled at her hawk, glad to have some company as she had left her cat in her dorms.

“Hello....?” a voice called softly.

Lxylia looked up at the voice. It belonged to a young teenager. She muttered to herself some curses as she glared

“What in Shakespeare’s name do you want, brat?!” she demanded. The teenager whimpered

“I-I’m lost…”
Lxylia glared “Well, do me a favor and get lost! You’re really cramping my eyesight!” the kid started to cry and run off. Lxylia smirked as she looked at her eagle.

Must be Sournois

[mindyomnisismia]

Shell

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First Name: Melinda
Last Name: Omnis
Age: 15
Home: Italy

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Wand: 10" inch, dragon heartstring, holly
Familiar: leopard moth; "Despereaux"
Blood: Muggle-Born

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History: Melinda (also called Mindy) was born on June 17th, in Italy, to a single mother; even she doesn't know who Mindy's father is. She grew up fairly normally, except for the obvious absence of her father, who was replaced at any one time by one of her mother's numerous boyfriends. Due to her lack of any kind of parental attention at this young age, Mindy became incredibly independent, and still resists any kind of change whatsoever.

When she finally started school, Mindy had some definite issues making friends. Most of the time she could be found in the back of the classroom doodling violent stick-figure scenarios of the people she hated dying in some very bloody way, or outside under a tree reading young-adult books. She simply stopped coming to school at the age of nine, preferring to spend her time sleeping or talking with her imaginary friend, Matchbox. It was around this point that Mindy's mother finally realized how her life had affected her daughter, and uprooted the tiny family, settling them down in Le Havre, France.

The transition was much smoother for Mindy than it was for her mother, who was unaccustomed to her new surroundings and found it supremely difficult to learn an entire new language. Mindy caught on with ease; however, she still maintained the social problems she had kept from her early days in Italy. By the time she received her letter to Beauxbatons, she had basically become a leper, although unlike most lepers, she enjoyed her lack of friends.

It gave her more time to plot.

Personality: Mindy is an aloof, rather cold person; she much prefers her own company, and the company of her moth, Despereaux, to human company. Her years at Beauxbatons, however, have softened her slightly, turning her from complete leper into simply mostly-silent girl.

She still has issues making friends, tending to point out inappropriate things at the worst of times, but the few things she has she would do almost anything for. Mindy acts differently with these friends then with anyone else; she remains distant and silent, but in a warmer way. If her friends started randomly stabbing her with their wands, she wouldn't immediately try to jinx them.

No, she'd only do that after the fourth or fifth time.

She believes in love at first sight, although she also believes that a first-sight love will only be felt by one person; the other will never return their feelings, and eventually the love will die. Mindy does not believe in true love, however. She feels that all love is a shallow thing that will, eventually, turn out to be merely an infatuation. Obsession, too, is under her list of "Things People Mistake for Love."

Mindy does continue to do almost nothing anyone asks of her; just enough to get her out of trouble, like always. For this reason, she is behind in almost all of her classes, despite her obvious intelligence. She prefers to spend her days curled up in a corner experimenting with assorted spells. Or, perhaps, plotting how to steal someone else's possessions.

Yes, Mindy is a kleptomaniac; she has tried frequently to quell her thieving urges, but with every effort she made, it simply got worse. She now steals whenever the spirit overtakes her, and her skill definitely surpasses that of her magic skills. She is trying, however slightly, to stop.

She enjoys holding conversations with her moth.

Sample RP:

Her cupped hands cradled the moth, which was glowing softly in the twilight darkness. Mindy sighed, peering through the foliage waving gently against the night sky. "It's getting cold, Des," she noted; the white gust that was her breath, floating out into the air, only accentuated her point.

The white-winged moth in her hands fluttered its wings violently, as if to shiver, sending a sparkling of ice-blue feather-scales out into the air, which swallowed them immediately into nothingness. Mindy sighed again. "Well. I should have worn some warmer robes at least. Or, hey. Stayed in the dorm?"

This time the glimmering from Despereaux was a reproachful purple. The redhead smiled wryly, lifted a hand to her shoulder, and set the moth down there. "Well, it's not like you had anything to say on the subject," she commented, getting to her feet and setting off in the direction of the marginally warmer Academy.

Once inside the halls, Mindy tilted her head back and closed her eyes, breathing in the dark scent of magic and the familiar, musty smell that came with all ancient schools. On her shoulder, Despereaux flitted his wings once more, letting a dark green sparkle float down to where she could see it. Green meant something along the lines of 'do some actual work.' Mindy rolled her eyes.

"Oh right, we've got that Potions work that was due ages ago... think if it's not done by tomorrow I'll get eaten alive?"

Another reproachful, violet flittering. Mindy laughed quietly, a low sound that was almost impossible for even her to hear. "Ah, fine, no mouthing off about the professors..."

Although, yeah, mouthing off about the professors was almost amusing. But, like everything about Mindy, only almost. [/size][/center]

Must be Rouerie

[theolovesyou]

EDIT*

First Name:
Theodore

Last Name:
Vincent

Age:
16

Appearance:


Theodore is a pale-skinned, Caucasian boy with a slender yet slightly muscled physique. He has bright blue eyes and short, brunette hair.

History:
Right from birth Theodore was a spoiled child, his family was very rich and often liked to make good and proper 'pure-blood' impressions on people. When Theo was young he used to want to be like his father, but when he grew older he realised that his father wasn't exactly the nicest man in the world and instantly regretted his decision. His father was a horrible man, Theo tryed to avoid him as much as he could. He was a greedy, snobby, ego-maniac who thought little of anyone who wasn't either powerful or a pureblood.

That was the complete opposite to his mother. Theodore's mother was sold into an arranged marriage to his father because of their family's financial problems. She was torn from her freedom from a very young age, and was continuously hit 'taught' to obey her husband and act like a happy wife. Theo's mother was never truly happy until Theo, the only child of the family, was born. She poured all of her wasted love into spending time with him and was her pride and joy. In return, Theodore loved his mother, he tried his best to be nice and look after her, seeing as his father was always away on business trips and things to do with the ministry. His mother practically brought him up on her own and made sure he wasn't going to turn out like his father.

Personality:
Loyal: For one, Theodore is very loyal to those close to him. If someone so much as hurts anyone he cares about, he isn't afraid to throw a few punches. This also applies to any current relationship he is in, he isn't one for cheating.
Easy-Going: Theo doesn't really care for the modern fast-paced world. He is more of a 'Go with the flow' kind of guy, and doesn't let things get to him to much.
Trustworthy: He is a good secret keeper. Because of his laid-back attitude people usually come to him for advice or to get things off their mind. He gains nothing by gossiping about others, so he trys to steer clear of it. Your secrets generally stay with him until death, or when he forgets them at least.
Confident/Friendly: Theo's confident and friendly attitude make it easy for him to gain friends. he is very outgoing and enjoys having social gatherings with friends.
Suave: Theodore, whether you believe it or not, is a big hit with the ladies. Though he doesn't mind the occasional one night stand, he would rather have a steady relationship.
*Lazy One of his downfalls, among others, would have to be his laziness, this is the reason why his school or work is either unfinished or rushed at the last minute.
*Protective This is sometimes a good thing, though sometimes he can be a little over-protective in relationships. If he sees another guy flirting with his girlfriend he would probably drag her away, or if it's really bad he wouldn't be afraid to throw a punch.
Sample RP:

The cold air brushed quickly by his neck as he pulled the royal blue coat closer to his slender frame. His breath was visible as he exhaled, his blue eyes darting quickly from side to side to check for oncoming traffic before crossing the snow-covered street. He continued to walk down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the road before he came to a stop before an old, victorian-style appartment building.

He ascended the small set of stairs before pushing open the glass door with ease. Despite it's old, outter appearance, it had recently been renovated and refurbished, so the interior now had a more modern look to it. Spotting the wooden staircase only meters ahead of him, he began to make his way over and head up them.

After the 7th flight of stairs, Theodore had finally reached his destination. Moving into the hallway, he immediately scanned the area for the right room number, only to find a sign that told him to keep walking left. As he turned a slight corner he took a few steps before he was face to face with a door, her door, number 15. His clenched fist rapped on the door a few times before hearing some locks click out of place. The door then opened and a figure appeared in the door way.

The short-haired, blonde girl in front of him gaped, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing "Theo? Is that you?" She asked, her voice raising a few octaves in excitement. Theodore put his arms out to his sides, immediantly knowing she would run into them a few seconds later "The one and only" He chimed. A giant, beaming smile lit up her face as she squealed slightly and jumped into his awaiting arms "I've missed you so much!" She exclaimed. Theo relaxed as he returned the embrace and gave her a tight squeeze "You don't know the half of it"

Where are his flaws? You list what is good about him, but what is bad?

EDITED.

Must be Rouerie

[titania]

First Name Geneviève
Last Name Bellegarde
Age 13
Home la rouge, France

Wand 9"inch, rosewood, unicorn hair
Blood muggle - born

Appearance
History Geneviève, or Gen as she prefers to be called, was born into a Christian, Muggle family and although their beliefs contrast with the idea of witchcraft, her parents reluctantly agreed to letting her attend Beauxbatons. With several brothers and sisters, Gen was never lonely as a child and is the youngest of all of her siblings by about three years.

Her first year at a magical school proved to be rather nerve wracking for Gen; however she found it outlandishly unproblematic to make friends and within the first few days, she was a part of a tight webbed network of associates.

Unfortunately, an entirely unexpected occurrence took place the following year involving a death in the family. Her mother was diagnosed with cancer when Geneviève was only 12 and died a month after the diagnosis, leaving Gen dumbfounded. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself for a considerable amount of time before her friends decided that enough was enough. Without their help and support, Geneviève may have easily continued on as she was.

Thanks to her friends, everything went on as normal for dear Geneviève and soon she was her own loquacious self.

Personality Geneviève is a bubbly, excitable, talkative, exuberant and lovable character who hates fighting and will avoid arguments at all costs. This is because of the fact that she grew up in a Christian family and therefore tries her hardest to be pacifist. Her ever cheerful personality tends to scare some people, but for others it simply makes her all the more friend – worthy.

Her physical appearance also matches her personality, and is rather quirky and spontaneous. One never knows what Geneviève will wear next, just as one never knows what she will do next. She is the type of 13 year old who doesn’t think about the consequences of her actions due to the amount of fun she is having at the time and so, she is almost always getting herself into trouble.

When at Muggle school in France, Geneviève’s favourite subject was drama. She found that she could release all of the excess energy which had accumulated during her most despised topic; math.

Even though Geneviève tries to be as nice as she possibly can, she has a tendency to snap at the mere mention of her mothers death (i.e. if something unkind has been said). Whilst at her muggle school, Gen was constantly in the principals office, having to explain her actions, whether it be because of a punch up or something else along those lines. This is probably one of her worst defects because coming from a Christian family means that she shouldn't result to violence.

Gen is also quite a dreamer and hardly ever pays attention in class. She barely manages to hand her homework in on time and leaves almost everything until the last minute. Her marks at school in subjects which she doesn't enjoy are around average because frankly, she doesn't try her hardest and would much rather be outside than studying.

Likes
dance
drama
writing
art
talking
making friends
cats
bright colours
adventure

Dislikes
rudeness
bullying
conformity
rock music
water
rainy days
loss of muse
fighting
math
science
geography

Sample RP

It's very short and I'm terribly sorry!

“Geneviève Bellegarde?” Gen listened intimately from behind a tree on the playground as two of her peers from primary school held a seemingly secret conversation about her. “She’s a bit of an odd – ball that one. I heard that her mother bought her from a scientist who was trying to re- create Einstein.” Raising an eyebrow, Gen fought the urge to laugh insanely. This was, by far and without a doubt, the most absurd story she had ever heard depicting her ‘oddness’. Since the episode at assembly, involving the school principal and a large grizzly bear, Geneviève had been branded as a freak of nature. She wasn’t entirely sure what had possessed her to create such a bizarre occurrence, but one thing was certain, she never tired of hearing the rumours in which her peers created to make her an outcast. In all honesty, she found them extremely entertaining and would ask her classmates of any rumours which they had created or heard of recently.

It was soon after overhearing the comparison with Einstein that Geneviève revealed herself from behind the tree. “Actually, he wasn’t trying to re – create Einstein at all. In fact, he was really trying to create something far worse.” The sudden look of terror spreading across the two children’s grubby little faces gave Gen reason enough to laugh merrily. “Get away from us!” She was quite used to this retort and knew that within seconds, her companions would have run away as fast as their stubby legs could carry them. “You, you, you witch!” At this rejoinder, Geneviève stopped her smiling, gazed quizzically at the child who had named her such an outrageous being and just as she had suspected, the two children ran away, either laughing or squealing in terror.

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What are her flaws?

Must be Cossu

[shierly]

First Name: Ashlee

Last Name: Stewart

Age: 18

Appearance:

History: Ashlee was born in the mid of July 1990. She had parents who used to love her so much until her parents found out that their little girl was a witch. At the age of 3, they abandoned her on the alley somewhere in London. Somebody took her and raised her with care and full of love until she forgot about her real parents. Once she reached her teen-age, she realized that she had no pictures of her when she was baby, so she asked the woman about it. She tried hard to remember her childhood, wondered where her father was but she just couldn't remember it. She asked her 'mother' but the answer was always "your father died, darling... A few years ago when you were 2. Since then, she never asked anymore, but still trying to find out about her true identity.

Personality: Ashlee is a nice girl inside, but sometimes when people hasn't known her well, they would think that she was a cold person. She was a little shy to strangers, but once she gathered around with her best friends, she could be so hyper and talkative. She was into punk music. She played drums and enjoyed it alot. Actually, she had 2 personalities. Not only punk music she liked, she also liked classical music and loved playing piano and singing. She mostly wore punk style clothes, but she wore girly outfit too sometimes, not too often though. She is often lost in her thoughts as she always has loads of imaginations. Her creativy in music has made her eager to become a musician. She is natural and innocent.

Sample RP:
She sat down on her bed under her blanket as it was a really freezing winter, thinking about moving out from her house. "Hmm.. I'm now 18. I don't want to be here anymore.. I want to get out of this prison and get some adventures myself." She was staring up at the ceiling, and then sighed. "I wonder, what's happening outside of this house.. It must be so wonderful.." She got off of her bed and walked toward the windows. Her eyes were looking far to the part of the world in front of her. After a while, she walked back and went downstairs to get some drinks but something was kind of distracting her. She saw an owl came toward her and threw a letter through the window. She tried to get it and she realized that it was addressed for her. "Wow.. After a while.. now I got this very strange letter.." She really wanted to open it eagerly so she rushed up to her room upstairs. She opened it slowly and she tried to read it carefully and she found out that she got accepted in Beauxbatons. "What the hell is this? A wizarding school? In France?" She questioned herself, she scratched her head, feeling so confused. She then re-read the letter once again and she decided to find out it by herself without telling anybody else. She went to her mother's room and talked with her, "Mum, well... umm.." She rolled her eyes around, trying to explain everything. "Well... I'm 18 now. Can I go somewhere all by myself?" She really hoped that her mother let her go.

Must be Cossu

[beccahdavis]

Name: Shannalyn Agatha Delancre
Age: 17
Blood: seer, human/fey
Wand: willow, phoenix feather, 15in.
Appearance: nymag.com/fashion/models/acarpenter/allegracarpenter/

History: Shannalyn was born on May 1st.,1991.
Her dad, Rhys, comes from a long line of powerful seers, and her mom, Dedra, is half fey. Rhys and Dedra married in secret, because they didn't want the Ministry to know that Dedra was carrying a fey cross-blood. But when Shanna was five, she started to have visions. This brought her to the attention of the Ministry and the Death Eaters Her early life was rather hetic, since her family was constantly moving, to avoid the death Eaters and the Ministry. When she was eleven, her mother and dad took turns teaching her magic, to develop both her witch and fey talents. She has exceptional talent at both. Sadly, when she was fifteen, her mother was killed by Death Eaters. her father has never been the same since. He and Shanna moved to Roeun, her mothers hometown. Rhys kept up her witch studies for about a year after that, but then became depressed. He decided to send Shanna to Beauxbatons to finish her studies.

Likes:
Books
Coffee
Tatoos( has a celtic knot on her shoulder blade)
Music

Hates:
Weak people
Her visions ( she thinks that they killed her mother)
Cigarettes

Personality:
Shanna can be rather arrogant one moment, and sweet the next. Some people would even say that she is cold. but mostly she is sad and confused. She misses her mom, and blames herslef for her daeth and her dads depression. Her witch blood and fey blood are at constant odds with each other, as the ar complete oppisites. On one hand, her fey instincts tell her to down one thing, while on the other, her witch side tells her to do another. These interfearences can affect her magic.

Example Post:
Shanna walked into the house. It reeked of the sweet smell of cigarettes. "Dad, I'm home!" she called in the direction of the smoke. He grunted. She rolled her eyes. Why did he smoke thosethings? He knew they made her sick. "Shan, get me a beer. There's a girl." That would be Bllis, his drinking buddy. "Yeah. Sure." She walked into the kitchen. Pots and pans from last nights dinner lay in the sink. Pizza boxes were strewn about the counters. She grimaced. She would have to clean it before she made dinner. She grabbed a beer from the fridge, and tossed it to Billis. She headed back to the kichen to clean and put the groceries up.

Please change your display name so that it looks just like the name you've given here in your application.

How is her witch blood and fey blood at constant odds with each other?

[beautydivine]

First Name: Brandi
Last Name: Johnson
Age: 17
Appearance:

History:
Let's start with the fact that Brandi grew up with no parents she lived with her grandparents in a small town in the middle of no where. Everyone knew her and everyone either hated her because they were jealous of her potential or they loved her because she was there best friend. She was always the one who got into trouble, or got the cops called.
While she was growing up she had two older brothers, Nick and Jason. They always watched out for her but she did her own thing. She never really let anyone tell her what to do and she didn't care what the town thought of her.
When she turned into a teenager her grandparents started letting her go out and no one could really control her. She had lost too many people and most of her family gave up on her getting normal again.
They sent her to the best schools and she got kicked out of three of them because of her behavior so they moved so that she could start Beauxbatons.
Personality:
Brandi is the rule-breaker. She always gets the cops called on her or she gets into trouble non-stop. She usually doesn't get caught and she is very mysterious about most things. She will explore anywhere, even if it's a possible trap or place that normal people would run from.
She has a major attitude problem and she wants things her way. She doesn't agree with most people and hardly ever gives people her trust.
Sample RP:
Brandi woke up with a bang as she hit the floor. She had fallen out of bed because her older brother Jason jumped on her bed to wake her up. She slapped him and got up and got some ripped up jeans and a tee-shirt out of her closet. She walked over to the bathroom and took an hour long shower and then blow-dried her hair and put on her cloths and tied her shirt up on her stomach to show her belly-button ring.
She walked downstairs and looked around as she went out to the car her brothers and her grandparents were outside putting the rest of her things in the car. She rolled her eyes and got into the backseat with her i-pod on full blast to drown out the rules on the way to the train station.
As they finally arrived at the station she got out of the car and walked in front of her family and then turned to them before she went to get on the train.
"Bye guys" She said and hugged them all and then turned and walked onto the train. As she thought to herself Here goes another try at another school.

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[analiese]

First Name
Analiese

Last Name
Gains

Age
16

Blood
Father-Muggle-born
Mother-1/2 pure blood,1/4 Elven Blood, 1/4 Veela

Appearance
Ana never saw any trace of her mother's Veela ancestry in her. Though she considered herself decent looking she could never see what other saw when they looked at her.Though, Ana never took on the comments of other. She never let them go anywhere but in one ear and out the other.She knew what she looked like. She knew what she saw when she looked in the mirror. She saw someone who looked very similar to her twin sister.Her long blonde hair usually laid in natural loose curls down her back, reaching her shoulders.She saw her pale blue eyes that were from her mother's side.Her. She also new she maintained her petites, lanky, feminine build from her mother as well, standing at a reasonable 5'6'' tall.Everything she saw, everything she knew had been taught to her by her mother's family. From her posture, the graceful way she carried her self down to the state of the clothes on her back-bought with family money

Personality
Analiese Gains is , and has not ever been a carbon copy of her twin sister.Nicolette Gains is the relaxed, go as the wind blows, never worry about the consequences twin. Ana and her sister a completely different in many areas and traits, but so very alike in others.Often times she is influenced by her sister , but only after much inner debate and is able to let loose while with her. But in the back of her mind, Ana always fights her conscious.She is the twin that thinks.The twin that plans for the future and weighs the good against the bad. She is the one that fights with what is wrong and right constantly. She is the one who stresses and worries over the world and those around her. Ever action, every move she makes can be taken for analyzing by dear Ana.Ana is shyer then Nicolette, though easy to talk to, its much harder for her to break out of her shell and relax.Even with her mother's rich heritage, Ana has never cared about any of it.She is relaxed in her life and doesn't really think or car about money. She genuinely cares for others, and is kind and can often find her emotions being displayed on her face. She is a giver that doesn't usually think about herself until she is left alone with everyone's backs to her.Her care and concern for others has made her a good, loyal, and true friend that is always willing to listen and help those in need.
Ana, is also the stubborn, often impatient, pigheaded, and at times sharp twin.But, never judgemental.Her sharpness causes her heart ache later on, and often eats away at her. She would never admit it, but the way she is perceived by others bugs her at times.Though her inner battle rages on , she continues to fight even after defeat and it usually takes a good kick to her pride for her to admit she is wrong.Trust is a difficult battle with Ana. Her stubborn nature keeps her away from others. While she lets them into her life in one way-she keeps them back, not letting just anyone into her inner core.

Though not as relaxed as her sister, Ana is easy going for the most part. She tried to keep her inner battles to themselves and have her tough exterior show mostly.Ana is always ready for a new adventure, probably because danger for herself isn't something that bothers her. Her only fears are for those she loves. Nothing can hold her back for them. Her own personal shell means little to her compared to her love for her family and friends.


History
A stupid, to quickly pushed fling-that was the best way to describe the marriage and relationship between Nickolas and Aura Gains.It wasn't the differences in their upbringings that cause their divorce. It wasn't that Aura grew up with everything she could have ever wanted and Nick grew up as a middle child in a family of 7 kids born to a single mother fending for herself.It wasn't even that Aura's parents hated Nick and felt he was the lowest choice for their daughter. They just didn't have enough in them to make it work. There wasn't enough love and caring for each other to keep going. Aura Brigitte Bertard was born to a wealthy Pure-blood wizard-Antonio Bertard. He had all the wealth and class a person in the wizard world could have. He had all the right connections and was in the right inner circles. He married a charming, beautiful witch that had an Elven father and a Veela mother.Antonio Bertard had everything he could have dreamed up and married young and started his family in the high society France.The two soon had their first born of 3 children and only daughter-Aura.Their life was perfect, their daughter as a great add on to their life well publicized life and all was well. Well, all was well until Aura went to visit friends in London one summer.With one trip, scandal erupted.Aura returned to France 4 months later married to a muggle born and pregnant-all at 18 years old.Aura's actions cut her off from her parents money, and she returned to England shortly after with only a few personal belongings.

Nick and Aura's romance was short lived. They soon found that they were least compatable as a couple could be. But, their union caused so much ruckus in the Bertard family they decided to stay together out of spite of their family. And, to be the best parents for their twin daughters- Analiese and Nicollete.But, just after the girls 10th birthday, Nick came to Aura with news. He was in love-and not with his wife. He had fallen in love with a muggle while on a frequent trips to the United States.Aura, upon hearing this news agreed to the divorce.Nick moved to the United States, leaving his family behind, and Aura moved on. That was when the dating started.After the divorce, the Bertards, who had always given their granddaughters the best, took back pity on their broken daughter and bought her a manor in a small , upscale wizarding town in England.The Bertard grandparents spoiled their grandchildren and made sure they had the best upbringing regardless of who their father was.

Aura's dating was a constant annoyance for Nic and Ana. They grew up dealing with their mother's emotional insecurities and the continual parade of men in and out of their lives. But, the dating stayed a mere annoyance until the girls were 16. Aura came to the girls then with a big decision for them She was moving the France to be closer to her most recent boyfriend. This was a problem for the girls. Nic wanted to go to the States and live with her father, and Ana was ready for a new adventure with her mother in France. This split caused huge controversy for the twins and wedged a space between them that they had never known before. Ana, is now faced with a new school-without her sister and is discovering for the first time, who she is without her twin attached to her hip

Sample RP
This was ridiculous? Outrageous? Crazy?Stupid?No, none of those words worked for to describe this situation.The whole thing was just so.......wrong. It wasn't like they were going to get many more years together anyway. So, then why did Nic have to abandon her like this? Why did her sister, her twin sister that she has shared a womb with have to just up and leave her alone like that? How could she do this to her? It wasn't right, it was just so..wrong!You only go so many years with your sister before you had to break away and start your own life. Only so many years would could be with her and know everything about her, and stand side by side with her in a problem. And she was doing this to her? It wasn't fair.Weren't sisters, twin sisters supposed to care more then this?
Ana hissed under her breath at she slammed her huge ebony trunk shut. The anger pulsing through her veins as she went over the thoughts and questions that seethed in her mind. The hurt and confusion she was feeling wasn't let itself be known other then through Ana's anger words and actions.

Nic and Ana, who had always spent most of their summer holidays right by each other, seemed like mere strangers over this past week. Cold glances and harsh , sharp words were the only interaction they had had after learning of this move.But why now did Nic have to be so stubborn? Why now did she had to act like Ana? Why was now any different then before? Why could Nic cave in and just go with Ana? What was do great about moving in with their father? They saw him all the time, it wasn't like they never got to see him or that they had an absent father.No. This was just Nic choosing the wrong time to hold her ground. The wrong time for this twin similarity to finally kick in.


With a loud snap, the truck was clicked closed, and Ana whipped around to sit on it.Inwardly she was cursing herself for letting the last few days with her sister be so ruined. They should be enjoying their time together. She should be showing her sister support for her step.Yes, Nic had always helped Ana break out of her shell, but Ana had always been the one to hold Nic emotionally together. Ana was her spineless sister's backbone, and Nic was taking a big step by breaking away from her twin.No, no. Either way, it wasn't right? Was it? With this new thoughts, Ana frowned and folded her as she sat on her trunk.

Ana sat there, fighting with the urge to run to her sister and ask her forgiveness. This was right, this wasn't the way it was supposed to be. And how did Nic feel? Ana was doing the same thing? What made Nic's case any different then Ana's? Maybe the only difference in the situation was the change in want for their locations, not their feelings. This made things worse, but maybe it made it much more tolerable as well.


With that, Ana was quickly to her feet and swiftly crossing her room to the door.She needed to get to Nic. She couldn't waste anymore time. She left in a matter of days and just a few days wasn't enough time for the two to be together.That wasn't enough time for them to say goodbye.Goodbye-that little word made a lump form in Ana's throat.A lump that grew when she rounded the corner and hit her sister dead on.Nic had come to Ana in the same manner.Then, it seemed that twin mind-connecting thing kicked in.The girls looked at each other. Their eyes locking in a sad, sarrowful gaze-mirroring expressions."I'm sorry"They echoed at the same time to each other.Within seconds the girls were pulled into each other's embrace. They knew each other too well to have to say anything. Words meant little at the moment. They knew, and that was all that mattered.

Wiping tears away, Ana gave a little laugh as she pulled from her sister's hug to find her brushing her damp eyes as well.."So..do you need any help packing?"Ana asked with a smile, knowing her sister and her organization skills.

"Do you have to ask?' Nic said with a returning grin to her twin as she turned to make her way to her room. Ana fallowed, thinking how her sister was the only person in the world that would ever understand her without having to hear words of explanation.

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[sylvie]

[saffron18]

First Name : Saffron

Middle Name : Rosina

Last Name : Godwin

Age : 17

Appearance :
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Patronus : Swan

History :
Saffron was born on the 5th of November to the joy of Camille and Kevin Godwin.
Her mother was from a strong fairy blood-line,
and had lived in France all her life and her father,
a pure blooded wizard from England.
She already had an older sister, Celeste, who is 19,
and 2 years after her own birth she would have the joy of a baby sister
to look after when Cherri was born.
The family started their life in England,
living and working harmoniously with muggles and magic folk alike.
But Camille missed her family dearly and so,
at the age of 9 Saffron was moved with her family over to France.
For the first few years Saffron felt alone and,
even though her mother was French, she didn't know the language very well.
Among all that her mother home schooled her.
She had always been conscious of her fairy-like appearance and so her parents thought it best to keep her home school until she grew out of her insecurities.
At the age of 16, Saffron wised up a bit and decided to tell her mother she wanted to go to a proper school,
she hadn't made many friends in all the years they had lived there and was still rather lonely.
They all agreed on this and applied to Beauxbatons.
She waited nervously for a reply, and finally it came to her by owl the following summer.

Personality :
Saffron is quite a timid girl at first, but eventually relaxes and comes out of her shell given time.
She is very trusting and quite positive thinking.
She has never had many friends, but could prove to be quite a loyal friend herself.
She does have her moments where she just wants to be alone,
and if you do happen to annoy her or do something she doesn't think is right
she will tell you what she thinks, and she wont hold back.
She just seems a typical normal teenage girl. Loves life and lives for the moment.
She does have a had time concentrating in lessons, and can get confused quite easily.
Her lack of friends makes it quite hard for her to converse with strangers, but hopefully being sent to Beauxbatons will help her overcome this flaw.

Sample RP :
Today was the big day.
She was finally going to Beauxbatons.
She awoke with a start, a nervous thought,
and the feeling of churning deep down in her stomach.
What if no one liked her?
What house would she make?
What would her teachers think of her?
All questions that needed to be answered, yet they needed to wait.

She walked slowly down the stairs, her dressing gown wrapped around her.

"Morning love" her mother said as she walked into the kitchen.
"How are you feeling? nervous?"

Saffron laughed nervously, "Nervous? thats an understatement."

She picked up the omelette that sat on the side ready for her to eat and wandered back up the stairs.
She grabbed under her bed for her diary, and started to scribble down her thoughts and feelings.

'I'm so nervous today, what was I thinking?
A girl like me shouldn't be going to school, I don't know how to behave.
What if I don't fit in?
This may be the worst decision I have EVER made.
Why couldn't I have just stayed being home schooled...?'

She closed the diary and balanced the pen on top.
All she could do was wait and see what happened next.
She let out a sigh, and dug into her omelette.

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