Sorting (Term Ten)

[noelle]

First Name: Noelle
Last Name: Cheever
Age: 16
Appearance:



Noelle has very light, peach skin, that often has a glow of happiness about her. Her hair is a whitish blonde that hangs in many curls around her face. Her eyes are a light blue color, soft like a winter sky. Unfortunately, no matter how pretty she is, she stands at a mere 5 feet tall, and weighs but one hundred pounds. Although she is short, that doesn’t mean that she’s a plump kid like most people are, she’s in shape, with a decent body form. She’s got a beauty mark just behind her left ear, and that’s it when it comes to special marks. She mostly well fitting tee-shirts and a plated skirt with stockings that reach up to her knee and converse. Very bright.

History:

Noelle was born on December 3, 1960 to her amazing parents, Alexandra and Donatien Cheever. Alexandra was a veela from France, and Donatien was a rich man son from England. It wasn’t hard to realize why the two “fell in love” together. Of course over the years they did end up falling in love, and once their daughter was born, their love grew even more. She grew up an only child, though when she was born she had an older brother, Antoine, who was four years old. He passed away though not long after she was born. Killed by falling into a river and drowning. Her mother was depressed, and her father began to turn to drinking, but her governess convinced them to stop so that their beautiful little girl would have a happy childhood that Antoine could never have.

And she did have a happy childhood. Nolie was educated in Math, Science, English and French. She enjoyed it, except for Math and Science. She could live without those. Her favorites however, were her singing lessons and her flying lessons. As her governess would play the piano, she’d stand there, blonde curls and pink ruffles, singing her little heart out and dreaming of the freedom of her broom. Flying, as I’ve said, gave her the freedom that she never had at the large house they lived in. She was free to fly around the grounds, at least while her parent’s weren’t watching, which was hardly ever. Ever since her brothers death they’d been very protective of the little girl, which was understandable, of course.

Noelle received her letter two or three weeks before school started, and she was excited to go. Her mother was terrified, especially since Noelle was becoming an attractive little girl, though she still wouldn’t turn the head like normal veela’s did, but her father convinced her that she was going to be fine. And she was. She was at her happiest when she was at the school. The freedom made her amazed at everything. When she’d come home for the holiday all she could talk about was Beauxbatons this Beauxbatons that, her parents were proud of her. Her fifth year was the year that she began to get her veela abilities. She would wake up with a silver aura, and just the smell of her perfume had some boys begging for her as their girlfriend. She was terrified of this and finally told her mother after a few weeks of it. It was such a shock to her. She hung out with a lot of guys who had at one point considered her one of their own and un-dateable. Her mother pulled her out the last few weeks of school after she’d taken her exams early, and they spent the whole summer training her new found abilities. Now she was able to control everything without fear, although she still likes to keep it a secret. She’d be called a slxt if she didn’t, and that was the one thing that she wasn’t.

Personality:

Nolie can be a very hyperactive girl, what with a killer optimistic view and an oddly strange morbid look at the world with a die hard romantic side. She was always the girl that growing up hardly anyone looked at, until her veela powers came along. Now no one can take their eyes off her. She never lets it get to her head and pretends like they don’t stare, even though she does like it. As I said she can be a super happy person, but at times she can also be depressed, though it never lasts long once someone makes her smile. She LOVES to think of different ways of how someone can die, and often points them out, much to her friends displeasure and disgust. She just laughs it off and stops. Most people describe her as innocent as well, probably because growing up she was the one who liked to play things safe, and didn’t usually try to get into the trouble that she does. Now though she makes as many dirty jokes and flirty and rude gestures as the others do.

Sample RP:

Ashley ran down the hall, searching for other students. She wanted to get as many people out as possible. Save as many souls as she could. Sure, it was an extraordinary attempt for a fourth year, but she was extraordinary girl. Well, She liked to think that she was. With her wand drawn, the short brunette ran down the hall, keeping her hazel eyes out for any student she recognized from her classes or her dorm room. As she continued down the school, she found her way to the entrance hall, and stood there, eyes wide with fear at the carcasses that burst into the school. Her heart pounded in her ears, and her stomach lurched in terror. “What- what- WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE THINGS?!” She screamed, backing up against the wall. Her brother was a vampire, dead, of course, and she accepted that, but these… these were decomposing BODIES! She backed up against a wall and stared at the rushing things.

She seemed to freeze in that spot, terror clutching at her heart as she watched the dead bodies rushing toward her. “Run Ashley!” Her mind screamed, but her legs wouldn’t follow. “RUN! DON’T STAY AND SEE WHAT THEY’RE GOING TO DO TO YOU!” Her mind tore at her with horror, but by the time her legs would work, it was too late. “Expelliamus! Expelliamus!” She screamed in all directions, trying to blast them away from her as she backed against a wall. “HELP!” She wailed “I said, EXPELLIAMUS!” she cried again. Her stomach churning as they came closer and closer to her. She was but a fourth year muggle born, her whole idea of being able to save the school crumbled around her as the creatures came ever so closer.

“SOMEBODY!” She screamed. She wanted Calem. She wanted her father. She wanted her mother. She wanted to fall in love and have a family. She didn’t want to die. Andrea’s image crossed her mind, and her heart felt as though a knife had been stabbed into it. She’d promised her that she’d be fine. That she’d get the other students and go back to the store room and they’d go to Hogwarts together. She knew that wouldn’t happen though. She wouldn’t be able to sit back and let the school get taken. She was going to go down with the ship, wasn’t she? That was the way her father and mother had raised her, and at this moment, she cursed them. Andrea, Calem, Ethan... Their faces flashed in her mind, and she realized that if she gave in, they'd most likely all perish. “EXPELLIAMUS!” she screamed with a new found courage as one came within four feet of her. "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?" She cried, blasting them with her wand and staring at them with firey eyes.

Must be Rouerie

[ollifox]

First Name: Oliver

Last Name: Fox

Age: 18

Appearance:



History:

Oliver James Fox was born on August 14th, 18 years ago, to Maggie and James Fox. Maggie is of Russian, French, Dutch, Lebanese and Syrian descent. His father was a number of things, which makes Oliver kind bi-racial. His father is of African American, Jamaican, German, English, and Jewish ancestry. Oliver definately has a good mix of culture in him, which is where he gets his unique and intriguing look. What's even more impressive, is he knows how to speak all the languages in which his ancestors did. So, that makes German, English, Jewish, Russian, French, Dutch, ect. Okay, that's enough about his heritage. His parents traveled all around the world, and couldn't decide where to stay permanently. Through the years, Oliver went to many schools, and it was doing permanent damage to him. Even though they were all magical schools. Maggie knew it was wrong, so since he'd be of age soon, they moved to France so he could go to Beauxbatons, after many years of teaching at home.

There's not much to say about his past, since nobody knows too much about him. He doesn't open up about his past unless you're a good friend. So basically, he was born, he grew up and started school, then moved alot, waited to he was old enough and applied to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. That's where he is now, trying to better himself as a wizard and a person.

Personality:

Oliver Fox is a very funny boy, and loves to crack jokes. He is charming to many people, being from so many cultures. He can be quite interesting when he talks about his many bloodlines. He's a pretty nice guy, but if you're his enemy, he can be pretty nasty. Especially if you're insulting his friends. He's an active and able guy. He does anything he sets his mind to. Olli is very loyal to his friends, and would protect them with his life. He's a true leo, which is actually his animagus form. Even though he's pretty nice and funny, he does have a dark side. Well, not really a darkside, but he's a veela-boy. He will often use his looks to get what he wants. But, he tries not to do it. It's his leo inside. His animagus form loves to try to take hold over him. That makes him tempermental sometimes.

Sample RP:

"Stop looking, stop looking, stop looking!", Oliver said quietly to himself. As a girl and boy walked by, grinning at him, Oliver had to stop himself from looking them both over. Right now, he was going through a curious phase, where he was beginning to think he might like the same sex, along with his love for the opposite sex. It was all very confusing, and he was sure he'd think it all out eventually. Shaking his head, the blue-eyed boy looked at the lake, the water reflecting in his own eyes. Then it dawned on him. He could have anyone he wanted, not worrying about the sex of the person, just the fact that he could charm anyone, anywhere, anytime. Now he sounded like an asswhole. Shaking his head, the boy looked at the water, thinking about the time his father told him they had a mermaid couple in the family, and he had a little bit of that in his blood. He didn't have scales, but he could swim with excellence, and could hold his breath for staggeringly large periods of time.

Smiling to himself, the multi-racial man took off his jeans and his shirt, showing his boxers. He scrunched his nose and transfigured them to swimming speedo's. He jumped into the water, shivering at the coolness, the season around him being autumn. Why did he decide to do this? Well, he was already in the water, might as well swim in it. Diving in, the bright-eyed boy saw a mermaid couple, his eyes wide. He swam up fast, rising above the surface, water splashing in every direction, labored breaths escaping Olli's lips.

"Was that my aunt and uncle?", he asked softly. Why were they inside the Beauxbatons Lake? Maybe they were watching him.

Must be Sournois

[phaenacomplet]

First Name: Phaena
Last Name: Ara
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Alyssa...You're all I ever thought I needed- but I love you anyway. You are my true blood sister. Lemme try you're blood. Because I'm true.
Mattie...(boy) My Vampire...I love you're blood, and want to smell you're sweet aroma- and I will kiss you're lips- and make you love me all night. Until the night comes crashing down. Upon you're love...You'll hold me until you're blood is gone. Even then, I shall think of you- and goodnight in a whisper.. I will kiss you're ear- in all of our freight.
Fae, Phaenna's nick name. The vampiress was very protective of her friends. Matt, her love, had died because of her father, another Vampire.

Fae was in bed at the time. She had thought Matt was lying there next to her...

She lay on the floor of her friends bedroom, and opened her blue eyes. There he stood, the one she thought she would never make love to. He put his hand out to her, "Come." he told her, and she took his hand. Hers were warm and inviting. He opened Alyssa, his sisters, door, and walked to his room, where he lay Fae down, and kissed her.

Fae couldn't believe it, it was actually before she was a vampire. She was a human, and knew her father was planning on turning her into a vampire soon, just not knowing he would murder her love in the process. She kissed him back, leaning, of course....Matt, and Fae, of course made love.

As, Fae, slept, her father had slipped in, and struck Fae, she couldn't notice. She was out cold now. Then, as Matt opened his eyes, and tried to scream, gone...HEr father had bitten into his flesh, and suck his blood...

Fae woke finally. Her fangs where noticeable now, and she felt the, and screamed, looking down at Matt, dead, and cold. In fright, she ran to Alyssa's room, and lay down. Tears in her eyes as she lay there.

Later, the scream was heard by Alyssa's mother, then. It was over. She was on her way to the school..

Personality: Scared, and very alone in the world. She wonders if she shall ever belong in this place of wizards. In her blood, she knows she is vampire. Well, is a Vampire. One of great dark arts. Shes very intelligent, and loving. She loves to travel, and see what she can learn.

Insecure, very. She always thinks she will be murdered, or anything like that, or in those lines of cruelty. Terrible. She is very alive, and active. She will run in anything, to be able to be spacial. She is very protective of everything she cares about, and hates to be authority.
Sample RP:

She thinks of anything as depressing. Love, and depression. All, nothing. "Hello, Danni." she smiled to her small Miniature horse, hearing it whinny, "Good boy." she laughed, witch she rarely did. The horse whinnied back in happiness. Fae had her softness in her sweet eyes, and she pet the small animal's for head.

A call came onto her phone, "Hello?" Fae asked answering the phone, "Hey, Matt," She said excitedly, "I'm fine. You? Really? Whoa. Is Billy Kay? Dylan? Really?! As long as there fine, Alyssa? Oh, Kay. I see." she smiled, "Bye." she felt her blood warming as she heard his goodbye.

Then, Fae went inside the house and took a Pepsi out of the fridge, and opened it, going over to the computer. She logged onto Olympe Maxime. a RP website. She began her role playing, hours, about three, who's counting? Not us.

Hmmm I don't know if we even have any vampires in this house, but she is very.... Cossu!

[silveraura]

(I know I already got sorted but I'm redoing my character. ^^)

First Name Zoe Amanda
Last Name Taylor
Age Sweet sixteen

Appearance


History

Zoe Taylor was born to a witch and a muggle sixteen years ago. She is a half-blood, but when she was born, she startled her parents by rapidly changing her hair colour. They discovered that Zoe is a Metamorphmagus, which means that she can alter her appearance at will. This was very rare, and made Zoe's parents very proud. But to Zoe, her appearance was like having a limited-edition Barbie.

At a young age, Zoe was often teased when her emotions got out of hand, because then her eyes started to change colours very fast. She became very cold and treated the other kids like worthless peasants. She slowly used this attitude toward her parents, and then suddenly they didn't find her very special anymore.

When she was a little older, Zoe heard about the three wizarding schools: Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. Being the overprotective ones her parents were, they suggested Beauxbatons was obviously the best. Which was true, but this led Zoe to wonder what was so bad about the other schools.

Zoe preferred to argue with her parents about Beauxbatons versus Durmstrang and Hogwarts, merely to entertain herself. In an effort to cease all fighting, her parents bought her a toy model of a Firebolt, but this didn't help. She still loved to argue, and many muggle friends of her parents' suggested she be on a debate team. (Psh.)

Personality

As her history suggests, Zoe can be very shelled up and sarcastic, then immediately become cheerful and sweet. She can only keep tabs on her moods with her friends, which she has very little of. Her real main source of life was often playing with her hair, changing colour every day. Like I said, limited-edition Barbie.

Zoe is also very odd. One second she can be happy, the next she's pissed off. Stay away if you don't want to die, as she always tells everyone in her annoyed mood. Then again, she'll be delightfully happy and squeal at everything she sees. Her moods can be stopped from going so crazy if she's with someone she feels comfortable with.

Sample RP

"ZOE AMANDA TAYLOR!"
The voice might have been angry, but definitely shouting. It belonged to Zoe's mother, and she definitely was not angry. Zoe sat up from her sprawl on her bed in her gorgeous bedroom. She rolled her eyes. Her mom was probably just excited about some coupons that came free in the mail. Slowly she walked downstairs, taking her sweet time, and stopped on the stairs. Zoe pursed her lips and screwed her eyes as if she were in deep thought, and her hair turned golden-yellow. Perfect. She resumed walking, and made it to the dining room, where her mother was in fact sorting mail. Her eyes sparkled, and immediately Zoe thought of the schools.
"Oh, God." She looked at the wall, tapping her foot impatiently, waiting for her mother to say something.
"Look, Zoe, ma cherie!" Jane smiled. "This is addressed to you!"
"Great," Zoe said tonelessly, "let's see if it's a letter from Beauxbatons, oui?" She meant to imitate her mother's frequent use of French, but really it had started to rub off of her. She'd be talking to everyone with her French in no time, and no one would understand her. Just great. Zoe watched as her mom slit open the envelope and shrieked. "It's an acceptance letter!" she squealed. Instead, Zoe just sighed.

Must be Rouerie

[cedric]

First Name:

Cedric (SED-rik): variant of Cerdic (Welsh) meaning "kindly and loved".

Last Name:

Mason (MAY-son): is of English origin, and its meaning is "one who works with stone".

Age:

Appears 18 but is 170 years old (152 years dead).

Appearance:

Like all vampires, they look more or less perfect to their prey: which is humans. In human eyes, the vampires are beautiful creatures, captivating and incredible attractive. Everything about them draws humans to them, if they were to be their prey. Everything from the way they look to the way they smell and speak is intriguing to a normal human.

Cedric has a slightly round/heart shaped face with a strong jaw line. His eyes are in perfect symmetry with his face. He has not too busy eyebrows, but they arch over his glowing golden eyes. His nose is straight and strong, but not too dominant in any way. His lips are slightly thin, but still full. They are rather pale, but have a soft, pink human touch to them, and they are the only part on a vampire that has this pink, human touch to them. Behind his lips is a set of perfect white teeth, lethal to many creatures. He doesn't have fangs in any kind of way. He has a nice balance in his face. From his face one goes to his built. He is about 6'1 tall. His build is slightly lanky - not bulky, but he's far from weak. His shoulders are slightly pointy but in a good way. The chest is firm and solid as diamond just as the rest of his skin is. His skin is pale white, literally, and since he's more or less dead, his touch is ice-cold. One can often say he has marble-like skin. His skin is also rock solid, impenetrable to any human invention and some minar spells.

There is slightly boyish look to him, as he can never grow any older than 17. Still, he has a sort of angel like appearance with his pale skin and flawless appearance: he would've said death angel. His smile is absolutely dazzling: and so it has to be if he wanted to take down a human prey. He is, as said, the perfect predator to any human, mostly girls though, as most vampires drink the blood of the opposite sex. He is stunning, so one can more or less say he's attractive. He is just flawless in appearance (however, this can't be said for his personality though) with one exception. He still has scars from the time he was bitten. There is about 14-18 different cuts that came from vampire teeth on his back, lower neck and arms. But the scars are difficult to see with human eyes. You can’t see them unless directed to them. When he has recently fed, his cheeks flush ever so slightly with the fresh blood that flows through him, and his eyes are more fluid and golden than before.

Cedric's way of attire is often the most simple of things: a clean shirt, a clean pair of jeans and a regular jacket. However, anything Cedric tends to wear sort of fit him. He's not too caught up in how he looks or his attire (he does want to look presentable, of course), but his sister Leona is, and she wouldn't let it go a day where he doesn't look his best. However, Cedric seems to somehow always manage to make whatever he wears look good on him.

History:

Cedric was born in France in 1875 to Cedric and Alice Evander. He was named after his father, Cedric Senior, as most first-born sons are. Cedric Sr. was a very religious man. He believed that magic was a gift from God to extraordinary people, like himself. He was a pureblood and he was very strong in his views. He was a very powerful man in his times, a rich man with power and someone who viewed the world in a somewhat proud way. He wanted to rid himself of scum like werewolves and vampires who were not a real part of this world, according to him that is. Cedric Sr. had many friends, and he had a lot of influence over those he came in contact with, one might say he had the ability to gain control over people, and actually, he had. He had the ability to control people with his mind. He was someone with a lore, but he did not say it out loud, because he knew that people with lores were feared in this world. He might be proud, but far from stupid. He was a master at laying tactics; he was a quick thinker and a problem solver. However, being so blessed with this lore, he felt even more proud and more pure. The young man graduated from Beauxbatons, where he also met Alice Evander. The two of them got married because their parents arranged it, they were both purebloods, but they were also madly in love. Falling in love happens quite rarely, and especially since it was an arranged marriage.

Cedric Sr. was a man that passionately followed his dreams and beliefs. He thought that vampire and werewolf’s were scum, and due to the vampires in Framce at the time, he turned into a Vampire Hunter. He hunted more vampires than most; he said he wanted to free them from the devil. Alice was the devoted housewife who took care of the home, and as time grew, their family.

The two young lovers got a son and named him after his father, Cedric. Cedric was a bright and adorable little baby boy. He had the same kind of hazel eyes and strange bronze coloured hair as his mother. Everything he did pleased his parents. They loved him exactly the way he was. Just because one was pureblood didn’t meant that love didn’t exist in the family. Cedric was curious by nature, as most children are. He had a bit of a temperament, like his father, but he was also very kind. He was bright and wonderful, and loved his mother deeply. Their family expanded when Cedric got a sister, Cordelia. She was the most beautiful baby he’d ever seen, and he swore to forever protect her. She was beautiful with blonde, curly hair like her father, and deep green eyes. She had so much personality that Cedric loved.

As he grew up, he tried his best to please his father and then tried to follow his footsteps. He first enrolled into Beauxbatons and was a very bright boy. He was popular with the girls and his parents were already thinking about whom he was to wed. Cedric desperately wanted to do as his father, and not long after graduation he went with his father as a Vampire Hunter. However, things did not work out as planned. Cedric’s father and his group of men were ambushed. The vampires were furious over being hunted down, and they wanted revenge. They took Cedric. They tortured him and drank from him, and in the woods of Scotland, they left Cedric for dead. It was by pure chance that another pair of vampires named Rueben and Violet was in the aria. They’d heard the screams and smelled the blood from Cedric. Rueben and Violet was not like ordinary vampires, they were sort of vegetarians of their kind. They didn’t feed of humans; they drank the blood from animals. They found Cedric and healed him. By then, Cedric and started to turn into what his father hated: a vampire. The process took 48 hours. He was physically unconscious the entire time, but mentally he was awake, and he was hurting. When he woke up, he woke with new eyes: he was a vampire.

Cedric’s appearance was changed and all his injuries were healed except for the fact that he still had scars after where they had all drank from him. He looked like before, only better, and that was not the only thing that changed. It seemed that a lore ability that had rested within him had awoken by the fact that he changed. He could read people’s minds. Outwardly, Cedric took the news of his new existence quite calmly, but inside he was sickened for what he was. In the wizardry word, vampires were not considered humans, not even a kind of breed of humans. Cedric felt that the world he once knew was completely swept from his feet, and he felt like all he was now, was a soulless, bloodsucking leech. He didn’t know if he was grateful that Rueben and Violet had saved him, but he decided to join them nonetheless. Being a newborn vampire, he was quite unstable and could easily be ticked off. Cedric thought that now that he was a vampire, he might as well deal with it, get strong and seek revenge.

He grew to love Rueben and Violet like he was their son, (if vampires could ever love they say) and he never killed a human. He agreed with their ways of living, that animals were the best way to deal with the life, if one could call it life. Cedric had gained self-control faster than most newborn vampires. The smell of human blood still tempted, but he was controlled enough to resist them. Rueben and Violet were proud of him and they loved him very much, but they knew that he was unhappy. In 1915 during the Muggle World War 1, Rueben came across a drying girl in some ruins after an attack in Britain. He saw that a vampire had bitten her as well, and he felt the urge to help her. Rueben was by nature a kind and loving man. He was a healer, but worked among humans as anything he might want to. However, as it was war, he thought it best to leave his vampire family out of it, he didn’t want to involve his family with muggle wars. It was by chance he found her as well. When she was fully healed and turned, they found that her name was Gwendolyn and she was grateful for her new life. She hadn’t wanted to die. But she was sad to find she was a vampire, but she accepted their invitation to stay with them.

Cedric however, cared not for this new member of the family. He was sad and restless and he wanted revenge for what had happened to him all those years ago. And he got his revenge. Some 30 years later, he sought the vampire who had turned him. He leant from him that after turning Cedric, he’d slayed his entire family. Cedric lost it and killed him. But the killing gave him no satisfaction and he ran away from home. He lived on his own for a while and he killed humans. aqWHe didn’t know what to do with his life. He felt sickened by what he was, and everything he did was ponintless. So, he tried killing humans, to see if it helped clear this path in life. However, nothing did, and he regretted taking those human lives he had taken. He looked for Rueben and his family again. He felt remorseful and had decided that he’d rather live in his vampire life he’d been given without taking any more human lives. He was close to reaching Rueben when he came across a young vampire woman all alone. She had the sticking resemblance of his sister with her blonde, curly hair and green eyes. She however, was not his sister at all, and she fell in love with Cedric. Cedric felt nothing towards her though except feeling somewhat protective over her due her appearance. He felt compassion for her and asked her if she wanted to join him and his family. She did. They searched out Rueben and his family, and they were both welcomed with open arms. The young vampire was named Leona, she had a lore too, she could move objects with her mind. Her infatuation toward Cedric soon faded, and she frequently “fell in love” with various humans. She accepted the terms Cedric and his family lived under and she never killed any humans again.

After the muggle World War 1 in 1918, the Evander family moved to the US. They took lives as humans, and due to their unusual diet, they were never discovered. They did all they could to stay hidden from the muggle and the wizardry community. Vampires didn’t exist in the muggle world, and in the wizardry world, they were regarded as beasts more than humans. Rueben wanted to prove that they were not savages, and they lived among muggles and magic folk for the longest time. They settled in New York. Violet worked as a nurse and Rueben as a doctor in the muggle world. They avoided wizards these days, because there was a large Vampire Hunt in the States. The “kids” went to school and blended in. Leona kept falling in and out of love with muggles while Gwendolyn rarely looked twice. However, she had her eyes on one muggle guy. She was stricken with fear as he watched both him and his family get the Spanish Flu. His family died shortly while he was still fighting, she begged Rueben to change him and he did it for her. When the young man opened his eyes as a vampire, he instantly fell in love with Gwendolyn, and she in him. The family had to move again because they couldn’t take any chances with this new newborn vampire.

The Evander family kept moving to different places in the states, but they moved back to Europe. They had heard news of another family living like they did: not drinking human blood. They found them in Russia. Because vampires had so much free time, they had the time to educate themselves and learn all sorts of things. Cedric had studied languages and magic. Leona, Violet and he had once been magical, the others had not and therefore, it was only they who could perform magic. In Russia they found a coven like their own, some ex-magical and some not. The Russian Coven was the Malkov family. They consisted of Damian (father figure), Yalena (mother figure), Anastasia, Nicholas and Petrov. They stayed with them for a decade or so.

Time moves differently for a vampire than for a human. One gets more used to time moving so strangely. It also seems that once you become a vampire, political things start to diminish in importance, at least it did for the Evander and Malkov family. The muggle and wizardry wars were something they wanted nothing to do with. However, there was one war that did affect them, the Great War with Lord Voldemort. Vampires were even more feared now, because everyone thought they were in lead with Voldemort, and many were. The Evander family stayed in Australia during this period of time, Rueben felt it would be safer, and besides, less chance of getting discovered.

When Harry Potter defeated Lord Voldemort, the Evanders moved back to the France, always moving after a period of time, in fear of people noticing that they didn’t age. Cedric and Leona though, found that they wanted a bit of change, they wanted to go back to school, mostly because they wanted to blend in once more, but also because they wanted to make sure they hadn’t missed anything important while they were in hiding. So, Leona and Cedric entrolled into Beauxbatons to do school.... again. But Cedric no longer loces Leona, however is not looking for love.

Personality:

Cedric is best described as a bit of a loner. He keeps to himself most of the time within the Beauxbatons walls unless you’re lucky enough to penetrate his shell, in which case he’ll protect you until the very end of time itself. He’s a very loyal individual, and you’d be considered lucky to be part of his inner ‘circle’. His family will always remain the closest to him; they are far more precious than even the rarest jewels in the world. Perhaps only one person could come closer to him than his family, all of whom are more than able to protect themselves… he just hasn’t found her yet.

He’s a smart person, extremely so, and classes that involve creating something out of several somethings, such as Potions, or self-defense and ways to throw of a predator, Defense Against the Dark Arts, are subject at Beauxbatons that he’s never had trouble with. The other classes? They come easily as well, but not so easily that he doesn’t need to look over his stuff time and time again; they also hold his enthusiasm far less than Potions or DADA might and so he doesn’t waste countless hours of energy trying to excel at classes that are of no particular interest to him.

Cedric can also be described as brave… and foolhardy… and thick-headed when he thinks that things should be a certain way. He has absolutely no issue throwing himself in front of anything to protect the ones he cares for or feels a particular connection to, none whatsoever. If throwing himself in front of a said person involves more dramatic measures, nothing will stand in the way of his decision, not even you. And you’ll find that you’re probably sucked in by his graceful air and charm. For yes, he has both and uses both without realizing it most of the time. In that way, he’s innocent; innocent of fully knowing what he’s capable of just by flickering a look at you. In other ways… he’s far from innocent and that’s the very reason why he won’t allow many close enough to realize it.

So it might appear that he’s pushing you away when you think you’ve finally knocked down a few walls. And in order to keep you away, his temper will flare, he’ll turn cold, and he’ll probably resort to his cunning to make you think things you probably hadn’t imagined you could think before. He has a way with influencing minds like that and that can help give off the somewhat arrogant façade that surrounds him often. It isn’t always entirely intentional, as neither is his bit of a show-offy nature, but it works to his advantages when used in such a way.

And that alludes to a mysterious nature that he’s had for as long as he can remember. It’s always been with him and will always be with him. He doesn’t like to talk about himself and won’t do so; he’ll change the subject to you, most times leaving a frustrated person in his wake. To talk about himself is to talk about mysteries that he doesn’t quite understand or fully comprehend yet. And to appear ignorant, even of himself, isn’t something that appeals, or will ever appeal, to him.

Sample RP:

In many ways, Cedric Mason was very young. Yes, young. He who had lived for over a hundred years was considered young. Mostly because there was still so much in life he hadn't experienced: like love for instance. Love and romance, jealousy, betrayal. General things in life that people took for granted were things he didn’t have. What he wouldn’t give to be able to blush, go eat something with friends or just be normal. But he wasn’t normal, and he never was. He was soulless, and he was not never ever die. He was Cedric Mason, a member of the Mason family. They were a vampire family.

In the wizardry society vampires weren’t considered wizards, they were beasts. Cedric knew this fact very well; yet he also knew that his family was not like any other vampire family. Firstly because there usually weren’t many large vampire families, vampires were loners, but here they were making family. Their family was also different because of one other thing- they didn’t drink human blood. Of course they needed blood, but not human blood. To their kind, they were vegetarians in a way: they drank animal blood. However, the government wouldn’t have listened if they told. Actually, Cedric was sure the stupid humans would’ve been terrified with the thought of a vampire family, which meant more than one: more than one threat. Therefore, Cedric and his family had to keep a low profile. They couldn’t be discovered, they had to keep it a secret. They blended in excellent with humans, well, almost. Set aside from their stunning appearance that seemed almost too prefect and flawless, they were just acting like everyone around them. They had, after all, had decades to work on and perfection their act.

Cedric and his playful adopt sister Leona was enrolling at Beauxbatons this year. For him, this was an experience he’d already had, as a human. However, it was over a hundred years since he’d been here last, and he thought it might be wise to “refresh” his memory, besides, Rueben and Violet could have a year on their own. Spite the fact that Violet said she would miss her children, they all left to give their adoptive parents some time to themselves. Gwen and Theo were on their fifth honeymoon while Leona and he were on school. He had been sorted, again, and the phrase “some things never change” seemed oddly appropriate to him.

Currently, Cedric was looking through the library at the school, checking out how much the school had changed in a hundred years. He’d only been there for a few days and he was already getting a fan group of girls that cast looks his way. But he wasn’t interested in silly girls. He wandered off in his own world and didn’t really think to look for anyone to talk to. It was the sudden thump of a book that made him look up. To everyone else, the thump wouldn’t be registered, but his his keen sense of hearing, it was as if someone had shouted. He looked up, and to him, he could see it all so perfectly what was to happen. The girl in the ladder would fall. It was as if she fell in slow motion, after all, his eyes and movement were much faster than humans. He decided to act, as there was nothing better to do, and besides, he was a gentleman, he had seen someone about to fall, and he couldn’t just stand there and do nothing. If he didn’t do anything he would feel bad later, especially if the girl got seriously hurt.

Right before she reached the floor, he had caught her in his a little too hard and very strong arms. She weighed nothing in his arms, and he had to remind himself to be very gentle not to crush her. She was so breakable, as all humans were. His topaz eyes found her disorientated ones, as if she hadn’t really expected anyone to actually catch her. He flashed her his dazzling smile once she found his eyes. “That was a close one,” he said pleasantly with his intriguing voice. He had a cool and sweet scent to his breath. His hair had an odd bronze colour to it and his skin was very pale. He smiled at her, but reminded himself not to smile too wildly: sometime that scared humans.

I am thinking Cossu will be perfect for you.

[seth]

First Name: Seth

Last Name: Hunter

Age: 17

Appearance:

Seth is a very handsome boy, but can come off as kind of a dork. But, he doesn't have the dorky look. He has bright green eyes, which can sometimes change colors when he wears a certain colors. His eyes are kind of a hybrid between blue and green. When he's using his elven powers, his eyes will turn to a leaf or forest green, and sometimes just stay that way. It's almost impossible to tell his true eye color. Seth has a very nice smile, which is how he charms people. He has a bright look on his face, most of the time. His smile has the brightest glow.

The seventeen year old stands at exactly 5 feet 11. He's not abnormally tall, but he's not short either. Standing at 5'11'', Seth weights about 145 pounds, and wears a size 30 waist. This height seems to work good for him, because he can also be the dorky type, but also be good at sports, in which he is. His apparel usually consists of faded jeans or cargo shorts with band t-shirts or designer t-shirts, though he's a pretty laid back guy. His shirts often have comic book characters on them, or they are comicon shirts, since he's a comic book geek. His shoes vary from sandals to new balance tennis shoes.

History:

Seth Nathaniel Hunter was born during the spring time, seventeen years ago. The air was calm and the flowers were starting to bloom. Jane Hunter spent 6 hours in the hospital, delivering her little bundle of joy, whom she and John Hunter named Seth. From then on, the family lived deep in the woods, taking on the tradition and lifestyle of the elves. From birth, Seth could control nature around him. It was pretty much just plants, but he could sometimes use it to steer storms away from their big vine-covered house. Along with being an elf, his family was a pure blood wizarding family, living in France. Though, his father was Irish.

Growing up, Seth Hunter learned all sorts of magic, not only wizarding world magic, but elven magics. Elves were superior to humans at doing magic, so he caught on very quick. He grew up playing and working in nature, in the woods. That's where he learned to draw, first drawing the scenery around him. But eventually, the fun and play ended. He had to start going to school, elven and an elementary magic school. But, he excelled and the years flew by. Now he's seventeen and attention Beauxbatons.

Personality:

Seth is a very sweet guy. He's always up for helping people, which explains why he volunteer's and helps people a lot. He's more than willing to go out of his way for someone, especially his friends. But his sweetness is also a fault. Why? People like to take advantage of him, since he'd do about anything for them. But after a joke was played on him because of his givingness, he does draw a line. He is nice to just about everybody. Even if he has enemies, he wont be mean to them. If they start stuff, sure, he could be nasty to them, but he just figures if you dont have anything nice to say, he just doesn't say it. Doesn't stop him from making jokes.

He's a very funny guy, and loves to make people laugh. But that's also one of his faults. Somehow, his jokes gets out and he's in big trouble with the person they're about. He's a real prankster, and that gets him in trouble, and his pranks always end with an apology. They are pretty creative, though. As is he, for he is an aspiring comic artist. His main flaw is his temper. Usually, he's pretty quiet--until you really make him mad. Then, he'll go wild on you. So, watch out, because nature can take a turn for the worst when he's mad. But for the most part, Seth is an awesome guy.

Sample RP:

"Ohhhh crap!", a scratchy voice called out as a teenage boy ran through the enchanted forest, one of his favorite places to hang out. Except for today, in a way. He could use it to his advantage, being able to control nature. A wolf trailed after him, saliva running down his mouth, hungry as hell. Seth had to act fast. The brown-haired boy swung on a branch, cutting a corner so he could face the wolf. But, what would he do? He really had to act fast.

The wolf turned the corner, almost smirking at him as it ran towards him. Seth closed his eyes, and when he opened that back up, they were glowing a bright green. The vines and leaves glowed green, flying all over the place. The wolf jumped toward Seth, but the leaves cut it and the vines wrapped it up around the torso and his paws. Soon, he could get free.

Seth looked at the wolf, sighing. "You guys smell a misbalance of nature and you're all bearing your teeth.", he groaned and walked away, a smirk on his face.

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I almost want to say Rouerie. But I think Cossu will suit you better.

[kittycat2twos]

First Name: Jean
Last Name: Watson
Age: 14

Appearance: picture


History: Jean lived in London England till she was 13. It wasn't till her mother died that her father Eugene moved her to Paris France. Their she was very shy,but on her 14th birthday she made one new friend named Flora. Jean and Flora were best friends but only Jean could call her flower. She never cared about what people called her or what they thought about her. One very horrible day her father had just picked up Flower for her birthday that Jean planned and a drunk driver ran the stop sign and hit the car that Eugene and Flora were in. When she heard about it her eyes fell with tears and ran away. Only her father survived and once again they packed up and moved!

This time they moved to Bordeaux France. She loved it,everything about it!! This time she wasn't shy but hated making friends. In about two months she became very clever and started believing in fate. She had many scars from anything she did. Her great granny Gertrud would always tell her father she was very careless! But on the very same day she fell and cut her arm, she got a letter in the mail. It was from the Beauxbatons Academy. She ran into the living room speaking so fast her father couldn't understand what she was saying. Eugene asked to repeat what she was saying. Jean slowly said," Daddy I got a letter to a school!" He asked her," What school?" " The Beauxbatons Academy," she screamed with joy. "Well lets start packing and get your things because your going!!" Jean screamed her head and she prayed to God that she would make new friends and they wouldn't die!!

Personality: Jean Watson has a clever,shy,funny,outgoing personality. But she can be a mess maker some times. She dances like a crazy person sometimes and loves to have fun. Jean is always finding a way to smile at everybody even when she thinks about Flora or Flower. She can have a bad temper or a loving heart!! Either way you gotta love her. She can be generous and determined. Jean always try's her best no matter what. She sometimes criticises herself on many things. She loves to read and you can find her with any book small large or even extra large. She reads voraciously and believes anything is worth knowing. You could say Jean is a smart courageous person.


Sample RP: Jean got to Beauxbatons and stepped out of her carriage. She heard a strange noise and started to run. Suddenly it felt really cold and she herd strange noises. She started to run faster and faster and then she tripped over a big rock. The glowing figure came closer and closer to Jean. She started screaming and trying to crawl toward the light. She wished she had her wand she got and new charms and spells. She closed her eyes and opened them up again and their was nothing standing in front of her. She was scared and decided to go catch up with the other people and go to sleep. That same night she herd a scary noise in her room. She woke up and started to cry cause she thought it was the hooded guy again. She got her wand out and thought to her self, ok Jean you can remember a spell or charm. She automatically she thought of Expelliarmus. But their was nobody around to disarm. But some how their door was open. She thought it was one of the girls going in and out and forgot to close the door. She saw the hooded figure and run. She was trapped! She didn't know how to get away. He was drifting toward her faster and faster. She saw him take out something but couldn't see what it was. She thought it was a wand and said Expelliarmus. The hooded figure ran away as fast as he could. She never knew.

I think you need to add more information in your personality section. And also work on your RP Sample a bit.

Must be Rouerie

[jevee]

First Name: Jevee [G-Vee] Anne
Last Name: Lee
Age: Sixteen
Appearance:

History:

Lauren Ospovac and James Lee both met at a photographer's convention, in Paris. Lauren is from Paris and she is a full time photographer. James is an entrepreneur and he looks for pieces of art to sell, and so that was how James and Lauren both met. James is also a muggle and a very religious man, but on the other hand Lauren is also very religious though she's of fairy-blood and a witch. James and Lauren started to date when they were 17 and only for a month. James wanted to be a priest and follow in his father's footsteps, though he "loved" Lauren too much to not to marry her.

One day James had a really personal and intimate time with Lauren - the worst part was that it was against Lauren's will to have that intimate time. After a week, Lauren announced that she was pregnant with James' and her baby. James was disgusted and did agree that his mistake was stupid, he was so disgusted that he left Paris to go to Canada, since he didn't want anything to do with Lauren and the baby. Though the only nice thing was that he spent the nine months with Lauren when she was pregnant, and on April 3, 1992, she gave birth to a baby girl and named her Jevee Anne.

After two weeks since Jevee Anne was born, James and Lauren had a huge fight on why James was going to leave her and Jevee. Then he made his final decision and left them alone in Paris. This story wasn't told to Jevee until she turned 11, the age when she found out she was a witch and that she would attend Beauxbatons. Though that wasn't the case, when her mom said it was too dangerous, only because she was afraid that she wasn't strong enough to keep track of Jevee when she attends Beauxbatons. Every time Jevee tried to plead her mom to let her go to Beauxbatons, she refuses.The only solution to Jevee's education problem was to attend muggle school, which she has for 11 years, and she wanted a change and learn magic at Beauxbatons. But as Jevee grew up she got a habit of keeping to herself, and she only had two best friends who seemed to not be muggles (but thats a different story).

Jevee then turned 15, it was a quiet birthday with just herself, her mom and her cat named Jiffy. On her birthday she met a boy in her muggle school named Brendon. He was the typical skater boy who hanged out and didn't really care what people thought about him. Jevee started her flirt on in photography class, the time when she suddenly realized her passion for him. Though flirting was against her nature and she wasn't used to it, but in photography class they were both partners, and then Jevee suddenly "talked him into" dating her. So after that day, Jevee and Brendon hit it off and been dating for three weeks. Then after a few more days of dating they had a personal time when Brendon announced that he wanted her to be his girlfriend. Though Jevee was too stupid that she made the same mistake as her mom did. Then she was so scared afterwards that she broke up with Brendon and wondered if she was pregnant.

Though thankfully she wasn't. But after that whole incident, Jevee started to become depressed about who she was, and about Brendon and about life in general. She started to cut herself and got three tattoos. One tattoo was of flowers going around from her back to her hip, the second was of one humming bird and the third was another humming bird. Her mom found out that Jevee was cutting herself and that she got a tattoo, her mom was surprised and sickened by all the cuts on Jevee's wrist, that she wanted Jevee to tell her what she wished for. Of course Jevee said that she wanted to go to Beauxbatons. Her mom took atleast a day to make a decision, and she finally agreed. Though Jevee started to attend Beauxbatons at 16 years old. Even though her cutting addiction was yet to completely heal, still, she knew that good things were hopefully coming. Though Jevee still knew that she would be haunted by her family's past and her own personal fued.
Personality:

Jevee is the kind of girl who likes to be herself and start trends and be independent. She doesn't like to depend on other people for things that she knows she's capable of doing. With that part of her personality, she can be stubborn sometimes. She likes to take advice from people who care for her and understands her. Though she hates going by what people think she should do when she has a problem, she would just like to listen to herself and go by what she thinks would please her.

Jevee is also the kind who likes to be creative. She likes to be unique and she thinks that art, photography, music, etc. can describe who she is. Though when it comes to art and music, she likes to be humble, modest and to herself. When it comes to things like proving herself of being the best at magic, or proving herself to a enemy, she'll be stubborn and show people her other side - her more powerful side.
Sample RP:

The night was slowly hovering over, as the half-moon looked down. Though it was as if the whole day was night. Here in Paris everyday was drooping, dreary and wet. Jevee swept my feet through the floor looking for my slippers, and briskly walked down the narrow stairs to the front door. She walked towards the kitchen and saw that he mom concentrated on cooking something new for dinner, and so Jevee wanted to sneak out the house. She suddenly heard the grumpy voice of her mom calling from the kitchen. "Jevee! Where are you going?" asked her mom not even looking to see if Jevee was really there.

Jevee continued to slip on a black hoodie and converse sneakers. Jevee let out a small growl and thought of how curious her mom is and how she has to know everything that she does. Not wanting to answer she responded, "I'm going to photography class. I have a project I need to finish. Remember?" Jevee was half way out the door when her mom responded with a unhappy yes, and before Jevee's mom could say anything else, Jevee was already out the door walking.

She arrived at her photography class in 15 minutes. In class it was quiet and everybody was at work. Jevee spotted her photography partner sitting alone and looking as if he's fixing the camera. "Hey, is anything wrong with the camera?" said Jevee breaking the dead silence. "Sorry I'm late." Brendon looked up not pleased and not upset. He then returned to the camera and said, "Hey, um, the camera is fine but I'm just adjusting the numbers and I can't seem to get it right."

After he explained the - not so hard to figure out situation - Jevee took the camera out of his hands and tried to fix it. She then set the limits to the correct numbers and zoomed out. "There fixed," she said looking at the unpleased face on Brendon, though it quickly vanished thinking that Jevee was going to get upset.

The wind was getting heavier outside and the sky was getting darker. Inside the school the heat was turned on and everything went hot within a minute. Jevee slipped off her jacket and hanged it up on the rack. Then when turning around to sit back down, she realized how handsome she thought Brendon was with the emo-styled hair, not-so-muscular body, and a personality which seemed funny and depressing to Jevee. Though of course she didn't want to make the same mistake as her mom, falling for a pretty boy who would get you pregnant.

Must be Rouerie

[jillian baxter]

First Name: Jillian

Last Name: Whitlock

Age: 16 years old

Appearance:

Jillian stands at the height of 5'7" and her body is thin, and yet she possesses flattering curves of a full young adult woman. When you first notice Jillian, the most striking feature about her is her soft pale skin that is almost translucent. It is almost as if she's too fragile to touch, like she's made of porcelain, but her skin shimmers in the sunlight, just enough to catch your eye. However, her face shows color on the ample parts of her cheeks, a slight rouge that is more noticable when she blushes or when its cold outside. Though the skin beneath her eyes are slightly darker, purplish, to show the lack of sleep since she doesn't get nearly enough. Her lips are full and plush, a medium pink shade that contrasts with her white pearly teeth. Her eyes are larger than the shape of an almond, her irises coloured green hazel, but changes to her moods as they get darker, almost brown. She has soft dark brunette hair of medium length that flows in natural waves to almost curls.

History:

Her mother originates from Ontario, Canada, later moving to New York City as her career in fashion design sets off. Audrey Rauschenberg was born to two regular, ordinary parents named Robert and Helen Rauschenburg. She attended all schools mandatory to each person as well as Fashion Design school and graduated. She landed herself an internship during the end of her senior year in college for awhile, and eventually her talented sketches as well as her own line of clothing were discovered locally and eventually globally.

Claes Whitlock has lived for a hundred and seventy years, but he appears eternally twenty seven. He is originally from the United Kingdom, but traveled around the world aftter his transformation. He stayed in towns and cities no longer than a few years, changing his surname from time to time. He lived on blood, specifically animal, because one human too much destroyed him, leanding into a dark depression. His profession never changed, an artist, delving into several art movements such as modern realism, cubism, art nouveau, minimalism, abstract expressionism, and impressionism. He was widely known under his several surnames so that he didn't create an array of suspicions from the people about his immortality.

In the late 1980's, Audrey was living in New York, working hard on her new fall line. She was only twenty-four at the time. Claes had an exhibition going on a tthe time, and from the first sight of Audrey entering his reception, he was instantly attracted to her. He has never been drawn to any one else after he had turned into a vampire. Knowing he had to have her, his representative introduced the two, and they fell in love at first sight. Audrey was new to love and he became a fresh of cool breath air, influencing her so many times in so many ways to create her new lines of fashion. The two were so sickly in love and it wasn't long before his secret to her was told. Of course it took Audrey months to get used to the fact that the man she fell in love with is something more than just human, but a vampire, a living and breathing monster, but he wasn't a monster to her. The two moved in together a year after they first met, another year later the two married. Audrey took Claes' lastname as her own. Questions filled the two's mind about children and began trying to extend their family.

It took one try and several days later for Audrey to become pregnant. She had the baby at the normal nine month mark, and Jillian Michelle Whitlock was born on September 19th, 1992. Jillian was a joy for both Claes and Audrey. She possessed a mystical beauty about her as a growing child. Jillian inherited her father's traits: moving with fast agility and powerful strength. However, her beauty came from her mother. Her mother and father made sure that she would live a normal life. Jillian's diet consisted of regular food rather than blood, like her father. She soon became squeamish at the thought or sight of blood. So she chose to live normally like those around her.

Schools considered Jilliam as an Indigo child, engrossed with a vast amount of knowledge and talents. While she went to elementary, secondary, and high school, she has done so well, but it was never enough for her. Because she was an over-achiever, Jillian was an intimidating person to approach. However, her breauty was so striking that she still lured eyesights in her direction, but she's never thought of herself as anything special and ignored most gawking looks. Jillian picked up a hobby, teaching herself to play piano and she was quite the quick learner. In less than a month, she was able to play sheet musics by Sebastien Bach and Chopin. Music somewhat became her passion and she was able to escape into a world full of musical notes and lullabies.

Since she is an Indigo child, she is highly sensitive with a clear sense of self-definition and a strong feeling to make herself significantly different in the world. She is strong-willed, an independent thinker who prefers to be self-guided, and intelligent. Jillian is very empathic and can easily detect or become in tune with the thoughts of others, and she becomes naturally drawn to them. She thinks outside of the box. Also she possesses wisdom and a level of awareness beyond her years. And she has a strong feeling of entitlement, meaning she knows that she deserves to be here, living in this world and now.

When her parents uprooted in New York City, they moved to England. Jillian was excited for the new change. She would miss her relatives back in the states, but she looked forward to living in another country. However, with her father's return to the United Kingdom, Claes was killed by another vampire who he had turned ages ago, but never finished him off as his meal. So with the death of her father and the danger of bother her mother and her's life, Audrey transferred her studio and the both of them to France to get away from the one place that became a downfall to their once full and happy family. They were deprived of a loving husband and a caring father.

Jillian became a mute for months while she watched her mother reach rock bottom in depression. This had gone on for a year and eventually her mother had to move on. Her ability to recover so quickly threw Jillian off and she felt enraged. This continued the silence between them until she received note that she was not only half a vampire, but she was magical as well, possessing the power as a witch or wizard would have. This intrigued Jillian to an extent. Her life suddenly seemed so difficult and yet so surprising at the same time because she was quite a complex person with an interesting story to tell. She'll try Beauxbatons Academy just this once to see if she'll like it and if it'll bring her better luck than she is having now with her mother.

Personality:

Jillian is highly sensitive with a clear sense of self-definition and a strong feeling to make herself significantly different in the world. She is strong-willed, an independent thinker who prefers to be self-guided, and intelligent. Jillian is very empathic and can easily detect or become in tune with the thoughts of others, and she becomes naturally drawn to them. She thinks outside of the box. Also she possesses wisdom and a level of awareness beyond her years. And she has a strong feeling of entitlement, meaning she knows that she deserves to be here, living in this world and now. At times she is very quiet because she's shy and normally isn't one to speak first in a converastion unless spoken to. As shy as she is, Jillian is very kind. She has quite the creative mind and likes to write her own little scores and perform them on a piano. Its the only musical instrument she plays because she feels connected with it.

Sample RP:

Night draws in while the lone girl walks back to her dormitory in the sullen dark hallways. She finds herself suddenly aware of how quiet her surroundings have become, so still, and so eerie. Jillian's been use to the silence, but none so epic like this, as if waiting for something to happen that should scare or startle her and jump until she's lost all gravity below her. Her heart began to race and she hoped that no one could hear it, even as each beat, each thump against her chest ringing in her ears. Why couldn't she be more relaxed? It was just a dark hall way that lead back to the dorms she's been staying in for the remainder of the term. Cautious eyes looked on each sides of her, one was the wall while the other the windows, the moonlight shining througha nd creating an intricate shadow at her feet.

Her breath shuddered as she felt a slight gust of cold wind past her and she turns around. No one in sight, nothing to claim the sudden past movement and her arms curl around her body. She just needed to make it back to her dormitory and she'll be safe, she'll be safe and confined within her warm and cozy room. Jillian's pace quicked with speed, avoiding looking over her shoulder, avoiding looking anywhere else but infront of her. She was only a few feet from the portrait that should allow her inside. When she approached, she stumbled forward, catching herself on the painting that grunted and sighed with a shaking head. Jillian was frightened and it shone on her face, she was also terribly embarrassed. "Sorry," she mumurred to the portrait, hoping that the apology would be enough with a cautious smile tugging at her lips.

After she had muttered the password, the portrait allowed her in, but very quickly and she felt the portrait snap close right behind her. She winced, eyes tightly shut and she shuddered another breath. Tonight was obviously not a good night for her. This school wasn't a nice place afterall, but she hasn't been here longer than a couple of days. She needed to give it time, a lot of time before she comes to terms. A slow held breath exhaled and she opened her eyes, the pupils dialating larger to the dim lit common room. No one in sight, not a sound to be heard but the crackling fire, and she felt relief wash over her. Its not so bad after all. I just feel so out of place, but it seems everyone adjusts... eventually. But would she adjust just as comfortably as everyone else?

Slowly she returned to her dorm, the luggage at the corner still lay open and unpacked. She really needed to unpack her things and maybe she would feel more adjusted. However, she went to her bed, and sat ontop of her down comforter. Her room looked almost like home, walls adorned with posters of black and white prints, some were just landscapes while others were of her father's paintings. Every time she looked at her father's paintings, her heart sank into a deeper depression, a wound cut across her heart that never healed. It would never heal. She felt moisture over her eyes and the tears brimmed at her lids, slowly sloshing over and trailing down her cheeks. Jillian hated to cry, she hated showing her feelings because it made her appear vulnerable, and that's the last thing she wanted people to see or know.

She shuddered another breath, painful this time, and her eyes closed tightly shut. Her hand pressed against her chest to relieve the pressure and she breathed, she breathed deeply and slowly. Another panic attack. It was a normal routine when her emotions got the best of her, especially when her mind wandered over her father. Why did she do this to herself? Why did she hang on to his paintings? But Jillian inherited them and she couldn't part with what she had left of her father, besides being half a vampire. Minutes have passed by and her body collapsed back, and she snuggled against her large down comforter, eventually crawling underneath them until she was able to rest her head on her pillow. She was too exhausted now to unpack. So she fell asleep with those tears still streaming down her cheeks, leaving water marks on her pillow to dry.

Must be Cossu

[diamondeyes]

First Name:
Yvaine (Pronounced Ee-VAIN) Also called Eve.

Last Name:
Dupont (Pronounced DOO-pont)

Age:
Sixteen

Appearance:
Strands of a golden blond hair fall just past Yvaine's shoulders; a gift from her father along with her medium complexion. The rest of her physical features reflect her mother, a half-veela. Her eyes, an enchanting shade of blue, are inquisitive to say the least. It is easy to see how observant she is just by her gaze, which never seems to hold to one thing for too long. The texture of her skin is as smooth as rose petals and seems to glow in the presence of water. Her hair shines like tiny strands of silk and falls untamed in loose waves refusing to straighten no matter how hard she tries. Although smaller (standing at around 5'4"), Yvaine rarely passes through a crowd without being noticed. Her unusual blend of features causes wide eyed glances wherever she seems to go. The most captivating of all her physical features is her smile; bright, white and perfectly straight her smile can lighten just about anyone's mood.

History:
Being born to a half-veela mother and a muggle father was difficult for a girl raised in the wizarding world. Yvaine was born at her mother's French estate where she was raised for the first two years of her life. She does not remember the time she spent there and only knows about it because of her father's inability to hide a single truth from her. The story goes that Yvaine's mother and father decided to separate. There was no argument between them for who would raise Yvaine, because they both knew it would be her father. The little toddler and her father packed up and headed to the French countryside.

At the age of six, Yvaine started to realize that something was different about her. Wherever she went, people stared and pointed. Women whispered among themselves and men gawked at her beauty. They never acted that way around any of the other girls her age. She stayed up one night and confronted her father about it. He explained about her mother for the first time and what a veela was. Determined not to be different from the other girls, Yvaine promised herself that night to never acknowledge it again. The next few years were spent peacefully and Yvaine found new interests: swimming, painting and riding horses. She attended a small muggle school in the town closest to her home, having made an agreement with her father that it would be for the best. He was not exactly well informed with the wizarding world.

Even though Yvaine kept her promise and continued to learn and live in the muggle world, she couldn't help but wonder what the other side must feel like. She had experienced a few things growing up that she knew were not normal. Most twelve year olds could not make an entire pond melt in the dead of winter just because they wanted to go swimming. After turning sixteen, Yvaine finally confronted her father and explained her thoughts on the situation. Together they looked into things more thoroughly and discovered Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Personality:
Spontaneous and outgoing, Yvaine is typically considered the leader in a group of people though she would never demand control. She's a wonderful listener, though she isn't afraid to give her opinion either. Her kindness makes people think that she is easy to walk all over, but this is not the case. She's intelligent enough to know to keep her friends close and enemies closer. Sweet and charismatic, Yvaine knows just how to captivate people.

Sample RP:
"Really Papa, I should be going." Yvaine was forced to bite her lip even after saying the words. She was scared to be leaving her father, especially after sixteen years at his side. She was aware that worrying so much never did anyone much good, but she could not help herself. She watched the man in front of her as he nodded, his eyebrows pulling together as he kept himself from crying. Yvaine noticed that he seemed to have aged more in the last month than he had in the last ten years. She quickly set her trunk down at her feet, "Maybe I shouldn't go." The words flowed out softly yet she knew that she wanted to go more than she wanted to stay.

"No, you're going," came the rough voice of a man in his late forties. He smiled and Yvaine returned the gesture. She wrapped her slender arms around his neck once more. "I promise I'll write," she assured him softly as she released him from her embrace. He nodded and the twinkle in his eye had returned. Yvaine always compared her father to what a skinny pre-white haired Santa Claus when he looked at her that way. They did not bother to state their obvious love for one another, nor did they exchange goodbyes. Yvaine did not like saying goodbye and avoided them entirely. They diminished moods that could be rather enjoyable if those simple words weren't spoken. She smiled one last time, knowing it would be the most memorable for him, before exiting her home.

Must be Rouerie

[synaesthesia]

First Name:
Autumn

Last Name:
Westfield

Age:
17

Appearance:
(I used a custom character maker from a game because I wanted her to look exactly how I wanted her to. Dx)

Short in stature with a thick build. Has the face of a child and the body of a woman. Would be considered "chubby" by today's standards. Thick middle, ample breasts and fleshy thighs. Hair colour is almost always unnatural and multi-coloured. Usually wears sweaters when not in uniform, even in the warmer months.

History:
Autumn was born in Los Angeles, California, to two muggle parents. She was an odd child, always seeking out paranormal phenomena and engaging in activities inappropriate for her age. Her intelligence far-exceeded her peers and even most adults, and she was often criticized for it. Her social life was almost nonexistant as she chose to spend most of her time alone in her room, programming computer programs and hacking into databases and computers. She had an innate ability to "see into things" made her quite a skilled hacker. Little did she know that her finesse with technology was caused by something unnatural and in the realm of extra-sensory perception. Her parents knew from birth that she had special "abilities" yet they kept this information from her until she was sixteen years of age, in which by that time Autumn was already in college persuing computer science. Autumn didn't believe her parents until they sent her off to live with her aunt in France, where she learned the basics of magic and enrolled in the Beauxbatons Academy shortly after. Her degree in computer science remains on hold until she masters her magic abilities; her parents want her to revive the Westfield name in the world of magic.

Personality:
Autumn is a quirky girl with a loud mouth and a brain to back it up. She enjoys intellectual, even "tomboyish" activities such as video games, computer programming, anime, cosplay, elegant gothic lolita, and the paranormal. She has a lewd vocabulary and doesn't believe in censoring herself, if she even knows how. She's almost oblivious to the fact that most of the people she encounters have no idea what she's talking about most of the time, leaving her to live in her own little world. It's difficult for her to make friends because of her disillusionment with the outside world. She doesn't realize that her passion for muggle technology and entertainment isn't a passion shared commonly in the wizarding world.

Sample RP:
Wand dangling loosely from her hand, Autumn stared blankly at the creature presented in front of her that was returning an equally blank expression. It looked like a cat, but Autumn couldn't quite tell what kind. Her cobalt eyes glanced up at her aunt, whose hands were clasped in delight like an eager parent seeing their child off to school for the very first time. Obviously this was the "gift" her aunt had been telling her about ever since she first arrived two weeks prior, and apparently it had something to do with her training as a wizard.

"Isn't it just darling?" her aunt spoke with an uncanny cheer saturating her thick french accent.

Autumn raised her wand up to her head, digging the tip into her ear to scratch it. The more she looked at this feline-esque creature, the more she grew to like it. I guess it's pretty cute, she thought and sat on her haunches to get a closer inspection of it.

It was the size of a domestic cat, yet it had a rough look to it that suggested it wasn't just an ordinary housecat. No.. it was a wild cat. An Iriomote mountain cat, she later learned from her aunt. They were supposedly very rare, from a small island in Japan, and how her aunt managed to get her one for a familiar was beyond Autumn.

"Go on, decide on a name for him," said the teen's impatient aunt.

"Name? Uh," Autumn looked around the cluttered room as if searching for an idea, but it was to no avail. Her aunt referred to it as him, so it had to be a male name. "How 'bout.. Edgar! Y'know, like Edgar Allen Poe."

"Edgar..? Hmm, yes.. I suppose that name is suitable."

"What?"

"Oh? It's nothing! It's a wonderful name, love. I suppose that's his new name then! Come on, let's go into the kitchen and I'll tell you about him more over a cup of tea."

Autumn stood up as her aunt merrily made her way into the kitchen in her usual upbeat manner, her stout little figure waddling out of site behind the brown stucco wall separating the kitchen from the living room. Her cheeriness seemed to rub off on Autumn, as she smiled and reached down to pick up her new pet. "Well, Edgar, I sure hope we grow to like each other."

The cat meowed softly before abruptly sinking its teeth into Autumn's arm, causing her to let out a pained yelp.

Must be Sournois

[eventide]

First Name: Alice
Last Name: Eventide
Age: 16
Appearance:

History:

Alice was born on April 9, 1992 in Montreal, Canada. Her mother is the only one who took care of her alongside her grandmother. Eileen (Alice's mom) had Alice when she was young and after the baby, Eileen's boyfriend found out and he dumped her only because she had the baby and didn't want to give her up. Eileen is a mixture of muggle-blood and fairy-blood, but her family is mostly fairy-blood. After 11 years, Alice finally got her powers and her mother and grandmother was so thrilled and happy that another young witch is in their family.

Alice suddenly felt weird and her stomach used to hurt a lot, she then asked her mom what was wrong with her, but she didn't know as well. Alice went to the hospital after a week of enduring pain, the doctor diagnosed that Alice has a small case of cancer. Though it was too soon to tell what kind of cancer developed. All you could see and hear were tears that kept sparkling on Alice and her mother's cheeks. Though the doctor was still positive and said that even though Alice would need to go to constant check-ups, she still has no risk factor of actually getting cancer.

For three years Alice had missed out on the number one opportunity to go to Beauxbatons. Since then she had been tutored in muggle studies and in other magical subjects by her grandmother. When Alice turned 14, she pleaded her mother if she could go to Beauxbatons, though her mom answered with a simple no and an explanation which Alice could've guessed she would say. Still going to cancer check-ups, Alice thought of how many opportunities she's missing like art, something that always inspired Alice. Photography was mostly everything to Alice. She always found a way to take these emotive pictures of herself and nature.
Alice's mother never seemed to take that much interest in her photography. Though the only real reason Alice's mother would sometimes take interest in her photography was when she had this idea of selling the photos only to help pay for Alice's appointments. Alice never really believed that she was in any danger of having cancer, and so she ignored her mother's suggestions of selling the photos. Even though Alice would be in any danger, she wouldn't give a single photo to anyone, since her photos tell people something and expresses herself.

Turning 16 was a big deal for Alice; she kept pleading her mother if she could go to Beauxbatons. Though her mother suddenly showed a different side, and suggested that she could think about. Though Alice's mother still had doubts about sending Alice to Beauxbatons, because of all these cancer predictions. The doctor said that Alice was free until she felt weird or she felt like before, but worse. After that doctor appointment, Alice's mother agreed to send her to Beauxbatons with doubts still swimming in her mind. So Alice and her mother both traveled to Paris to go to Beauxbatons. Still Alice knows deep inside that something is wrong with her, and all she could do was be cautious of everything.
Personality:

Alice is very much the stubborn kind, and she doesn't like to be told what to do, or take any advice unless it would actually help her. She likes to also express herself but not too much by yelling or having an argument, art is pretty much something that she can use to express herself. When something tragic happens, Alice is the kind of person who doesn't like to believe it. Also Alice thinks that almost anything is possible, and that she can do whatever she wants, and that is why she's very independent. Also even though Alice isn't the kind of person who likes to argue, she speaks her mind to people in a "sweet" way.
Sample RP:

It was like the world was coming to an end for Alice, as the announcement of the possibility of having cancer still circled her mind. She sluggishly dragged her feet across the room and stood in front of her mirror fixing her hair. Her mind was still frozen in one thought as her droopy eyes looked in the mirror sorrowful. Her mother then opened the door forcibly; Alice's head turning in surprisment. "Mom, please, don't try to break the door," she said sarcasticly with no sign of laughter.

Alice looked away and placed her brush down and took a look at her mom, wondering why she looked so full of energy. Alice's mom had this wide smile, and her face was almost turning red. "How excited and bubbly is she feeling inside? Kinda scary," she thought now pacing towards her mom. But before she could say anything her mom grabbed her hand and dragged her out in the hallway and down the stairs. "Mom are you OK? What are you doing?" Alice tried to keep up to her mom trying not to fall because of her clumsy feet could get tangled up in each other and she could fall flat on her face.

Suddenly the smell of fresh baked cake and vanilla icing could be scented from the stairs. Her fairy-like sense of smell became strong, as her mom stopped and faced her she asked confused, "Why do I smell cake? Is it my - "

Before Alice could finish her question, her mom covered her eyes and started to walk - Alice stumbling trying to sense where her mom was taking her. Suddenly the scent of fresh baked cake became stronger and you could feel the heat from the oven as the cake was taken out cautiously by Alice's grandmother. Alice's mom moved her hands from her eyes, and Alice looked observing the kitchen. "Mom, grandma, um did I miss something?" she asked standing wryly pointing her finger to the cake that she was tempted to try.

Her grandmother placed the cake carefully down on the counter and took off her cooking mittens and walked towards Alice with a smile. "Silly goose," said Alice's grandmother slightly pinching her cheek, Alice stretching her face always hating when she would do that. "Its your birthday!"

"What! How can I forget my own birthday!?" asked Alice in disbelief, her almond eyes bigger then before. Her mom turned around and faced Alice with a slight smile confused, a little, with what to say. "Maybe its just because you have a lot on your mind," suggested Alice's mom. "I guess so," Alice thought.

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[miketorres]

First Name: Mike (Miguel)

Last Name: Torres

Age: 16

Appearance:


Mike is quite handsome though he barely ever notices it. With the lean and muscular body of a swimmer and the clean-cut features of model, Mike is blind to the fact that he has looks many would die for; he has his mother's Italian and father's Spanish blood to thank for this. Mike's dark brown hair is a somewhat short and is typically worn as messy as it is when he wakes up in the morning. When he grows his hair out, however, it typically falls down bushy-like, covering his ears and stone grey eyes. His nose is slender and similar to his father's, and his lips are thin and a pinkish pale color like his mother's. His head is your average oval shape, and his skin pale and smooth.

Mike is often told by his mother and grandmother that he has a mean face. They frequently tell him that that's what scares people about him, he always look so scornful and as though he's getting ready to murder someone. Mike doesn't see it though =P.

Mike is actually quite tall for his age, standing at about 6 feet. However, unlike other tall friends of his, Mike is the farthest thing from lanky, with broad shoulders and a chiseled body to go along with his height. Being raised in a Muggle environment, Mike is definitely not a fan of robes of any kind, especially not school or dress ones. They're too "cheesy" for him as he might say, though he certainly doesn't have much of a choice due to his limited choice when it comes to street clothes. Mike typical, day-to-day attire consists of a t-shirt, a pair of jean (however tattered), and a pair of Nike sneaker.

History:
Maria Anabelle Torres (née De Luca) - Mother - Italian descent - Pure-blood (Squib)
Richardo Miguel Torres - Father - Spanish descent - Muggle

Mike was born in Barcelona, Spain, the only child of Maria (née De Luca), a struggling hairdresser, and Richardo Torres, an "always broke" janitor at the local high school. Life for Mike was rough growing up in streets of Barcelona, it hardened his heart to many things that he, as preteen, should have an open heart to. Times were always tough and money was always short, so Mike was train in the art of theft by his father, who told him that it was his responsibilty as a member of the family to pull some of the weight - his mother had no idea of this.

School for Mike was always pretty bad as he was frequently in the principal's office for cursing at teacher and stealing things from the other kids. The sad thing though was Mike really did want to learn, he simply let things get the best of him too easily. However, things for Mike truly began to worsen in when he entered fourth grade. Mike was always teased because of his big ears and his awkward Spanish that was spoken with an Italian accent and often incorporated words from Italian resulting in a sort of mixture of the two (having been raised in an Italian-Spanish household), but beginning in this grade the bullying became plain old, ruthless acts of hate. Having no older siblings, Mike had to learn stand up for himself if he wanted the bullying to stop. It was then that Mike learned indepence - that you could not rely on anyone in the world other than yourself and a select few others. Mike was soon after kicked out of the school for ruthlessly beating up a kid who simply gave him a glance he didn't like.

Mike was thrown out of at least two more school afterwards. His parents put in therapy soon after to help the boy fix his attitude. It did wonders for the boy, helping him to release some of the anger he had harbored inside himself.

At the age of eleven Mike had endured things far worse than any of his peers. However, his life only got rougher from there when his father left. Mike took it terribly. The man said he was heading out for work one day and did not come back home later that night. Early in the morning the next day, Mike found his mother crying at the kitchen table, clutching a letter his father had left behind. I just can't do it anymore... I still love you and Miguel, I always will... I can barely provide for you, so why even stay around... These were just a few things the letter said when Mike was finally allowed to read it.

He hated his old man for it. He wanted to kill him. These emotons are what caused Mike to unlock his magic.

The pots came to life, the waterpipes exploded, the stovetop came to life in a glorious flame. Mike lost it. He couldn't control his anger, the same anger he'd gotten training to control years before. However, before he was able to cause any major destuction his mother embraced him causing him to return from the trance-like state he was in, saving him from himself.

Soon after, Mike found himself being enlightened by his mother about the truth of her side of the family and the Wizarding world he had been kept away from his entire life. Mike's mother was terribly sorry to her son for having kept this part of their life secret for so long; she assumed that since she lacked any magical ability - she was a 'squib' - her son would lack any as well. She was obviously quite wrong.

Soon Mike found he and his mother on a plane heading to France (near the border with Italy, where Maria family hails from) where the only member of Maria's family that ever accepted her lived - her own mother. While living in France with his grandmother and mother, Mike felt as though he had to fill in the empty shoes of the "man of the house." He would do all he thought possible to keep his mother and grandmother safe from harm. However, Mike soon came to realize that this was not needed - his grandmother was a master witch with the ability to do things Mike could've never have dreamed of in a million years. Mike learn many things about the magical world during the years he and his mother lived with his grandma. Things were finally going good for Mike and his mother.

Then, came the day he recieved his letter from Beauxbatons, a school for that would help Mike gain a grasp on his magical abilities. Mike had never been happier.

Personality:
The events of Mike's life have without a doubt effected Mike's personality more than any other aspect of his life. The departue of his father in his life has caused Mike to become very independent; he is the type of person who believes that he is the only one that can solve any issue he encounters. He generally refuses to accept any sort of help from anyone unless he finds it complete and utterly necessary. The boy often tends to feel guilty that he caused whatever the problem is in the first place, whether he truly did or not.

Mike's mood is constantly in fluxation. Varying from depressed, to cheerful, to cynical, the boy was often taken to the physician when he was younger in order to be checked for bipolarity. Though it was proved by the doctor that the boy did not have the condition, Mike's split personality has become one of his most well-known issues. Most of the people around him consider him to be quite responsible and caring when he hasn't entered one of his pessimistic state of minds.

Responsible and caring are two words that can be used to describe Mike. He inherited these traits while living with his mother and grandmother. Being the only male in the house he felt as though he had a job to do - be the man of the house. Mike takes this determined mindset with him whereever he goes.

Mike can be one of your best friends or he can be one of your worse enemies. What truly matters is how you act toward him - if you treat him with respect and kindness he will definitely give it back to you in return, if you don't then, well.. you get the picture. Mike would not say he's an angel, but he would not say he's a devil either, he just wants to get by in life, not have issues with anyone in particular.

Sample RP:
Mike's stomach gave a loud groan as he plomped himself down upon the side of his dormmate's bed facing a small black refrigerator. The kid had left the dorm about ten minutes before for breakfast in the Hall and told Mike that if he didn't feel like coming down for breakfast - since Mike never really did - he could help himself to whatever he wanted in his minibar. The kid was cool, at least in Mike's opinion. It was great to have a roommate who was also a Muggle-born, they could relate to each other a lot better - it made this whole "magical training" process a lot easier.

But, of course, Mike was technically not a Muggle-born. He was in all actuality a half blood, due to the wizard blood running through his squib mother's veins - no matter how little. Regardless, it was still great to have a dormmate who Mike could still do Muggle things with when he need a break from "swish and flick".

Reaching over to the small fridge, Mike pulled the door open to check out what the dude kept in it. Wowwwwwwwww... Mike said with a jaw drop. Never in his life had he seen so much... junk. Bottles of coke, Snickers, Skittles, Reese's, Twizzles, Starbursts, Hershey's, and more. Who need this much crap? Mike though, climbing off the bed onto his knees so that he could furrow through the fridge more comfortably. He'd never seen so much candy and crap compacted into on small container. Half the stuff in it didn't even refridgerating! "Wow..." Mike said expressing his shock in words. "Who actually needs all this stuff...? And this guy actually expects my to 'dig in?'" He chuckled, clutching his abs as his stomach gave another.

Standing up, he kicked the door to the minibar closed. Walking over to his bed he grabbed a short-sleeved shirt, threw it over his head and slipped his arm into the sleeves. Grabbing a pair of jeans off a pile atop his trunk, he pulled himself into them, jumped into a shabby pair of high top black Air Force One's and he made his way to the door. He was going to the hall for breakfast - there was no way any of that crap was going to fill him up.

[blahhh, that was terrible. ;D]

Must be Sournois

[brandonmitchel]

This is incomplete

The Basic
Name: Brandon Mitchel
Date of Birth: 15th of June, 1994
Age: Fourteen
Born: Rennes, France
Language: French (fluent), English (beginner)

The Other Half of Him
Blood: Vampire-Blood
Wand: 16” Dragon’s Heartstrings, Kingwood
Pets: None
Patronus: Unidentified at the moment
Animangi: Unidentified at the moment

Physical Appearance

Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 99.2 lbs
Scars: None.

The Mitchel Family:
Father: Neil Donovan[Vampire, unemployed]
Mother: Kendra Mitchel[Witch, florist]
Siblings:
Half-brother: Fredric Mitchel [wizard, 12]
Half-sister: Fiona Mitchel [Witch, 6]
Step-farther: George Mitchel [Wizard, Vault keeper]

Personality: Brandon is often seen as the quiet observer. Outwardly he is very shy and quiet, often seeming to prefer being alone. He truly is observant and somewhat quiet, but this side of him is more like a mask for his real self.

Inwardly he is very caring, naturally empathic, logical, and an extremely loyal friend. He cares individually about everyone he knows, each one a unique part of his life he'd rather not lose. His logic and reason have never lead him wrong so far, though he may place too much trust in it. He is loyal to a fault, putting himself at risk to save others.


History: Kendra Mitchel was seventeen when it happened. She was a bright, young and vibrant witch, just completing her last year at Beauxbatons and showing promise in herbology. That of course, was until she met the mysterious and hansom Neil Donovan. Kendra had grown up in the town of Renne on the east coast of France, a pure blood witch, the only one left in the village. So when she went off to Paris one Summer she never expected the thrill it would entail. Neil off course was a Vampire. Being a competent witch, Kendra should have realized this. But she didn't. Neil was a hunter, disobeying the laws that where in place protecting the humans from vampire attack, hunting down the most powerful magical beings that he could find. And too him Kendra was one off them.
But for some unknown reason, he felt connected to Kendra. Instead of feeding off of her during the night, he began to fall in love to her, and in one moment of lust, Brandon entered this world. When Kendra fell pregnant, she still did not know of Neil's true nature, and was arrogant for several more weeks in which she spent with him. Then the effects of carrying Brandon started to happen. Vampire children grow very fast, three times as faster then normal babies. She developed morning sickness only a few days in.
When her stomach had grown six inches wider (the average growth rate is an inch a week) in just two weeks, she had to ask what was happening. Neil told her who he was, but it was too late, Kendra was dieing because of the pregnancy. Instead of accepting Neil, she aparted right away from him in Paris and went straight to the best wizarding hospital in the world, St. Mungo's. When she arrived, she began too have spasms of pain as the baby inside of her grew even faster, feeding off of her blood. They immediately placed her in emergency care, getting in the best wizards and witches that worked in the vampire field, but they where all stunned. They suggested that the baby should be killed to save Kendra, ut she would not hear off it. So they suplemented her blood for the baby to feed off of, and after two more months of agony on Kendra's behalf, Brandon came into this world. When Brandon was born, the first thing that Kendra saw when she held him was even as a new born, he was incredibly beautiful. He was born with a head full of beautiful, curly brown hair and gleaming blue eyes-just like hers. and his mouth was full of sparkling perfectly white teeth, with one on each side that was pierced-like daggers.
When he was born the ministry of magic in Britain was ready to get rid of Brandon, but after all her effort Kendra was not going to let him go willingly....


Example of Role-Playing:

[adrianna]

First Name:

Adrianna (sometimes called Adi)

Last Name:

Parker

Age:

Sixteen

Appearance:

Every family has a misfit - someone who doesn’t carry on the family traits. In the Parker family, it turns out to be the youngest sister - Adrianna - who gains the stunning difference. Born with blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes, some people believe that Adi isn’t related to Destiny (her eldest sister) or Hollie (the middle sister) but she has checked with her parents and they are related. Standing 5”2’, Adrianna isn’t the tallest member of the family but it defiantly shows when they all stand together - her height, hair and eyes sticking out massively compared to her blood relations. Like her sisters, Adi inherited the porcelain white skin and thinness from her parents. She has never exactly worried about not looking like her family - yet she doesn’t sound like them either.

History:

Rushed early into hospital on a dark morning back in February 1992, Lilli Parker was due to have her third and final child - Adrianna Isabel Parker. The father was unknown since Lilli's first husband - Declan - left the household almost a month or two before their second daughter was born. The two had first met in school - St. Mary's to be precise. It was mainly a high school romance; up and lows coming naturally to everyday of being there - but once they had finished, the romance blossomed once again. Married in 1980 when they were both only eighteen, they moved away from the city for a quieter life - not knowing of what to come. Three daughters came along shortly after - Destiny, Hollie and finally little Adrianna.

Destiny Ann-Marie Parker, currently aged 23, was the first child of the two. Born just five years after they were married, she showed the most amount of her parents traits including the long ginger hair and brown green eyes. Yet something was different about Destiny that no-one could point out; almost like she was enhanced in some way. She was a normal ten year old girl - just days before her eleventh birthday - but that's when everything changed. Everyone gets bullied once in their life and for Destiny it was because of her hair colour. She didn't really know why; there were other students in the school with ginger hair - but Destiny got the laughs and the torments anyway. When she got home after another day of stick, she had finally had enough. Going straight to her bedroom, Destiny looked in the mirror - almost in tears. I wish I wasn't ginger... she had said. That's when things got interesting. She had focused so much on her hair that the colour actually changed from ginger to brunette; just like magic. On her eleventh birthday, nothing exactly unusual happened (which was rare at the moment) until a single owl landed on the front window sill - a letter in it's beak. That's when the answer was revealed, she was to be a witch and a member of Hogwarts.

In 1987, the family split. Declan was becoming too drunk to be around Lilli or Destiny, so was kicked out of the house. He promised revenge on the family - but never mentioned anything else before he left. Kicking out the father of not just one child, but two, could have been classed as a bad idea - but the way he acted made the decision final.

Two months after the split, Lilli was rushed to hospital once again on September 10th; expecting her second child - Hollie Amelia Parker. She also showed traits of her parents; fainter ginger hair and green eyes showing up in the child - just like Destiny. The close relationship with her older sister made Lilli wonder; would Hollie end up like her sister or would she be normal? For now, it was anyone's guess. At around the same time that Destiny showed the first sign of her magic, Hollie was still normal - not showing any signs just yet; but Lilli knew that she would at some point show. A month later - and another month closer to her eleventh birthday - the sign showed. It wasn't as drastic as Destiny's. Let's just say tidying a bedroom with unexperienced magic is not a good idea. Just like her sister, her eleventh birthday was when the invite was delivered and accepted. Hollie always wanted to be like her sister; Destiny was a witch, so would she.

After Hollie's invite was accepted, Declan struck back - just like he promised to. Setting fire to the household bin, he left it burning in front of the house. When Declan had turned his back on the house to walk away, the bin blew over a set alight to the garage roof. An unexpected turn of events. Declan did not want the family to die, just so he could show that he was still needed as the father. Luckily, the Parker girls did not burn to death on that night. According to the fire fighters, an old friend called '999' before the fire got to drastic. That was when the family decided to move out - Lilli couldn't bare the thought of Declan stalking her or her children. There were so many places to go - but it needed to cater for the girl's magical needs. Lilli decided on another magic academy - this time in France. She had chosen to send her daughters off to Beauxbatons. While in France, Lilli began looking for a new boyfriend/possible husband. She did things in Paris that she regretted so dearly - for the sake of her family. But one action was not so mistaken - Lilli was pregnant once again.

On February 14th 1992, Lilli gave birth to the third Parker daughter. Named Adrianna Isabel Parker, she was the individual on of the family - looking nothing like her sisters or her mother; except from the skin, the almost-white skin all of the family had. Her blonde hair and bright blue eyes were not Lilli's but the mother could not remember who they were. She had tried so many men that Lilli couldn't possibly work out who was the proper father. Unlike the rest of her family, being born with a French parent and growing up in France made Adi sound more French - unlike her Scottish sisters. Adrianna wasn't bullied at school - not at all - she was more admired toward because of her long blonde locks and sapphire eyes. She wished though that she could have the experience of being disliked - the love that Adi got wasn't the real stuff, just the pretend. Lilli knew what was coming when she turned eleven - the magic, the letter then off to Beauxbatons. Yet, Adrianna's power was more dominant than Destiny's or Hollie's. She could control people just by thinking. Adi hated it, despised it as much as her mother hated Declan. She could get away with anything and not be told 'no'. When the letter came for Beauxbatons, her mother advised Adrianna to go; but it took Adi a week or two to see that it was what she had wanted - what her family wanted.

Personality:

Adi is a typical Aquarius with the range of personalties that covered her almost exactly. She was always known for her Independence from her mother - especially when she wanted to think for herself - but would rebel if she didn't want to do something before resorting to mind control. Even though she hated the power so much, it gave her confidence and the power to lead - even if she was bossy at some points. Adi also was quite stubborn at times; if she started an activity, she would need to finish it before moving on. All though she acted like a leader, Adrianna was always original when it came to fashion or work. She wanted to stand out even though she blended in so much at home. Adi has always lacked guidance because of the mind tricks she can pull off along with not knowing her family. Even though so much bad occasions have happened in her life, Adrianna is a smart, opinionated girl who can stand up for her rights - just like her mother did.

Sample RP:

It was a typical afternoon around Beauxbatons. Many students heading outside to the Quidditch Pitch to watch the latest game or heading outside to other parts of the grounds to soak up the glorious sun while it was still around. Even though they were in France, the blistering heat wasn't as common as many people think - just not as rainy as Scotland according to Hollie. Adrianna headed outside, following a clutter of Cossu students, and turned off to go down to the lake. The last time she went down to the lake, Adrianna had met up with her sister - a Cossu just like Destiny was. This time she hoped that the same sort of fate would come around again - meaning that she was hoping to meet someone she could get along with. The sun shone into her eyes as the Cossu group turned off toward the Quidditch pitch, almost hurting her eyes just to look straight ahead. The water that crawled closer the further she went was sparkling a sapphire blue, just a bit darker than the Cossu blue. The edge of the lake was crowded with students admiring the view and making the most of the sun's rays. Adrianna walked down and across the grass near to the waters edge - trying to find an empty spot to sit. After looking around for a few minutes, she found shade under one of the apple trees which had planted it's roots near to the water.

As Adi enjoyed the rare occasion of the sun, she began to wonder about her past. She had never met Destiny & Hollie's dad Declan - and by the stories she had heard, Adrianna was glad that she hadn't. He sounded like an alcoholic - always drinking day in, day out. Adi never knew her dad; her mum, Lilli, never said - almost like she never wanted her to know.
It would be easier if I knew - then I could find him... Adi though as she snuggled down into the comfort of the tree trunk. It wasn't the most comfortable place to drift off - but it was sure better than leaning on the mildly moist grass below.

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