Sorting (Term Ten)

[niklas l'armour]

First Name:

Gabriel

Last Name:

Kiryuu

Age:

16

Appearance:



History:

Gabriel was the youngest one of the Kiryuu family and of course his father and mother expected their son to be someone intelligent and "perfect", like their other children. But how wrong were they; Gabriel was something really different what they had expected. The boy loved to laugh and run around. He actually loved everything else than studying. Gabriel was always bouncing here and there, never losing his energy. He couldn't stay still even a minute, but that was only when he wasn't sleeping. This made his parents almost all the time lose their nerve and they always tried to punish this little guy but never succeeded in that; the boy simply didn't care if he had been yelled at and continued his doings.

Gabriel's parents had always been quite selfish and proud, only caring about the rank in the society. His parents hated poor and muggle-born people. Even half-blood people were out of question. They taught and trained their children strictly and made them think that only Kiryuu family had the rights to be wizard and witches. Gabriel never really cared to listen to these talks and believed what he, himself, thought was right. This on the other hand made his parents mad and starting to ignore their stubborn son's presence. Only when it came to Gabriel's studies, they cared.

The youngest one of the Kiryuu family wasn't as smart as his other siblings, which why he couldn't study at the same school as they studied; he would embarrass his sisters and brothers. At least that was what his father thought. That's why he had hired a home tutor to Gabriel, because that way he, himself, could observe his son's studies. This only lead to that Gabriel started to skip the lessons, so he could annoy his father more. As this continued for a few weeks, his father's nerve couldn't take it anymore and send Gabriel to another school abroad; to French, Beauxbatons.

Personality:

Gabriel has always been out-going and wild, while his other siblings were drowned in their studies and trying to impress their parents. He always knew how to enjoy his life even though sometimes he felt like his world was going to fall apart. Of course he had his downhills too, but kept his feelings tightly inside of himself. Those feelings which he had kept inside of him, he has never been told them to anyone. He doesn't want anyone to worry about him and doesn't want to be burden to his family.

Because Gabriel is from Kiryuu family, he never really had true friends. Some had been scared of him or then some just thought that he is also proud and selfish like his parents, which why they never have approached him or even greeted him. This also made him quite bitter towards his family but still continued to live on and tried to think positively.

One of Gabriel's bad sides are that he gets attached easily. If this boy falls in love, he would be all lovey-dovey with the person and wouldn't buzz off even when the other wouldn't want him to be there. He would be so drowned in his own happiness that he wouldn't realize the other people around him. But he can also get hurt and heartbroken very easily.

Gabriel isn't a person who trusts people easily; sometimes he can be really cautious of people who come to speak to him or even look at him. Though the hyper side of him is almost all the time controlling him, so you can't really see if he is cautious. He smiles almost all the time and is quite "happy-go-lucky", which why some people thinks that he is really annoying, but same time it also brings smiles to other people's faces.

Sample RP:

One step was taken forward and that was it.

Gabriel's who body stiffened as he stepped out of the French's airport, having two suitcases securely in his hand. His dark eyes just stared and stared at the busy streets of French, feeling so tiny between the moving people. So, this was where he would stay for now? Before he could do anything, he felt rough push on his back as more people stormed out of the airport, making Gabriel almost lose his balance and fall flat on his stomach on the ground, but luckily he could prevent that. He took support from a nearby wall and leaned against at it, while looked wide eyed at the people. How the heck could he survive here? Hopefully the school would be different.

He let his suitcases fall on the ground as he knelt down beside them. He started to open the other suitcase, before found what he was looking for and took a map from there. Sighing a bit he started to look around as he searched for the right way. Maybe I should take a taxi or something.. He thought first, but decided not to after noticing how good weather there was. Might as take a walk same time. Taking a walk was one thing Gabriel enjoyed; you could relax and just enjoy the nature while walking. Collecting his things back into his hands, he started to march forward happily while humming. He took deep breath of the fresh air into his lungs. It truly felt like a heaven to be outside after he had been sitting for many hours in a smelly and hot plane. What could be better?

But..

Right away in the first turn, Gabriel's walking slowed.. and slowed.. and once again slowed before the boy stopped. He pressed his lips tightly together and a pouting look came on his face. He couldn't believe this. Was he really this stupid? He groaned in annoyance and looked stubbornly at the map.

He was lost.

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Must be Sournois

[deltadeclour]

First Name: Daisee

Last Name: Declour

Age: 15

Appearance:

History: Daisee Declour was born to Marc and Elle Declour, a married couple on the 3rd of March, 1993. She was their second child, first daughter from their son, Pierre. From the very first days, she was treated like a princess, sometimes creating jealousy from her older brother.

Daisee lived a very luxurious childhood and still lives it to this day. At her infant hood, she was treated very well though strictly disciplined but Daisee always stood up to their standards, most of the time.

Though Daisee's parents did not talk to Daisee much about it, she was naturally trained to despise though who was of lower rank of her, meaning to have a lower blood status in the wizarding world. But know with freedom on her hands, she is open to many possibilities.

Personality: Daisee is mostly unstably wild to the fact she was released most of the time with out her parent's supervision. But she has the ability to control herself when absolutely needed.

Daisee is very selective to her friends, though she never had many in her childhood. Until the moment one is friends with her, she is cold towards them, forcing them away. But once a strong relationship is built, it is difficult to break.

Her past love life was very lonely and still, as she had no access to anyone her age except those who her parents invited for a dinner parties and such. To some males, they find her a little attractive but find it hard to find their way into her life.

Sample RP: Daisee lounged around in her bedroom wing, flicking through books, lying in the armchairs and basically doing nothing of such would be useful to anyone. It was a dreary Wednesday of no importance to her.

Sky was clouded with thick grays, blocking out any blue or any sun. It only added to her boredom as she could not go outside to amuse herself. The weather was too cold anyway. The view from her large window that faced the back of their property, was too bleak and gloomy even to daydream over.

Suddenly a high-pitched voice squealed through the closed door from down stairs.
"Darling, the dress fitter is here! Come down stairs, honey!" called her mother, Elle Declour, her voice filled with excitement.

Daisee didn't groan as she began to drag herself to the door. At least it was something to do but why was the dress fitter here. She settled with that her mother was having another dinner party.

"Honey, here's Mr Tyler to make your Beauxbatons uniform!"

Daisee's mouth dropped open. Her Beauxbaton uniform? When did she even get the letter? Looking at the expression on her face, her mother explained in whisper half-squeal as the tailor measured her dress size.

"You're letter came yesterday! Aren't you so excited, my darling?"




Must be Sournois

[alexisskyfield]

First Name:
Alexis

Last Name:
Skyfield

Age:
15

Appearance:


History:
Alexis Skyfield was born as a lovechild to a pureblood father and a mother who would have been a pureblood had it not been for the fairy-blood in her family. The three of them lived together in France for most of Alexis' childhood. Although her parents weren't married, because of strong beliefs against such a ceremony, they lived as pretty peaceful family. Her parents weren't without arguments, of-course, but for the most part everything in between all of them was fine. However when Alexis was nine her father walked out without anything except a letter saying goodbye to Alexis but not her mother. Although her mother seemed to know why he left she never said anything and Alexis was too scared of the answer to ask.

As child she was already exuberant, happy, and affectionate. She would run around the house screaming as a habit when she got too bored. Either ways her parents never took her to a day-care or anywhere where she could interact with other children. Although this would generally cause children to become shy her parents did have a lot of friends who would visit which Alexis' curiosity always brought her to ask them millions of questions and depending on how nice they were would begin conversing on them. Everything she didn't learn from Beauxbatons she learned from her parents. They told her nothing of muggles or muggle ways, as a matter of fact she didn't even know what muggles were until she reached school. The same happened with veelas, werewolves, vampires, or anything that wasn't conventional except fairies. Her parents tight measures, however, caused her not to be too welcome to change.

So when her father left it caused a major change in Alexis. Alexis rejected change even more since her first big major change was her father leaving. She became rebellious to her mother, had a lack of respect. Although she hadn't asked, Alexis had been curious about her father leaving, the fact that she got no good-bye letter made Alexis figure out that she already knew he was leaving. However, the fact that she never told Alexis why he left made her assume that it was her fault. It made her angry, and although she never approached her mother about it or showed any signs of resent she just didn't give as much respect to her rules or boundaries. Her mother took it as a sign of Alexis growing up, though, and didn't give it much thought.

Her second major change was leaving to Beauxbatons to earn magic. The first year came with much confusion, not from the magic of-course, her parents used magic like an oxygen support, but because of the people. There were all kinds, and the thing was, she didn't know of all kinds. It didn't cause her to stop talking to them or anything she just subconsciously assumed that since her parents hadn't found them important to mention that they weren't as important as purebloods or half-bloods (what she assumed she was). At school she still wasn't a big fan of the rules, she followed them when she knew teachers were watching, but when the opportunity came to where she could get away with it she didn't bother. Her classes were simple and although she was careless with both studying and work she passed all the tests with ease.

When Alexis was fourteen she received a letter from her father while she was in Beauxbatons. It gave an apology for leaving her and not communicating with her and told her that the reason he had moved out was because her mother had demanded he do as much. At first Alexis was stunned, and then she was angry, she ripped the letter to shreds and threw it in the father. She was mad at her father owling her after so much time had passed and throwing her emotions into chaos but she was also mad at her mother for throwing him out. Alexis merely ignored the fact that her father had sent a letter and disregarded her mother even more. It left a complete lack of trust in Alexis in where she immediately started pushing herself away when anyone started to get close enough to hurt her.

Personality:
Alexis was born and had always been a vibrant child. When she got someone's attention she subconsciously strives to completely dominate it. She was energetic and usually was the last to crash out of sleep deprivation. As a matter-of-fact Alexis didn't sleep much, six or seven hours was plenty for Alexis and didn't sleep much more than that. However if someone woke her up she would get very sour with them. Alexis had an easy wit and charm and could hold an intelligent conversation with anyone if she was up to it. Usually, a certain person could only keep her attention for a little while, before she moved on to someone new, more exciting.

It wasn't very easy for Alexis to trust anyone, almost nearly impossible, and she usually didn't realize it. Alexis didn't try to deprive herself of any real human relationship, it just ended up happening. She would talk to people, be friendly, have a nice attitude and then just as she starting making any actual bonds her interest would fade. Alexis would go to a new person or interest. She was very single-minded, and whenever she had her eyes set on something, or even sometimes, someone, she wouldn't quit until she got it, or them. Alexis was reckless in speech or behavior, as in she didn't really think about what she did before or even after she was done doing something. Although she usually realized when she was doing something wrong, most of the time she really wasn't concerned. It was really hard to get Alexis to apologize, because even if she knew she had done something wrong, it was hard to either get her to listen to reason or to sit down and get her to truly think about what she had done. Generally, though, whenever she broke off a relationship that way it did bother her, although only half the time that happened would she actually apologize.

Not that Alexis wasn't nice, because if she believed the person was worth being nice to she could be really kind. Alexis was exuberant and loved affection, giving or taking. She was bubbly and did have a nice sense of humour. Alexis was flighty, though, and her lack of care on being on time or something forgetting where she was supposed to be or supposed to be doing annoyed people. Although when she made promises she meant to keep them by the end she usually lost attention on why the promise was so important and didn't end up keeping it. However, people seemed to like being around her because she was fun and wild. Since people usually ended up lacking interest to her she didn't really worry about why they thought of her, which is another reason people liked her, it was hard to hurt her feelings.

Alexis' pride and vanity was one of the strongest things about her. Although she didn't really show it to people she did find herself a bit superior to people and even though it was hard to hurt Alexis' pride didn't mean she didn't defend it at all costs. She was also very vain, she was very proud of her appearance and didn't have a problem with insecurity even when she was around veelas. Alexis was very confident and good leader when you could manage to keep her attention and because of her charm and good humour people didn't mind listening to her whenever they had to work on anything. However, the biggest problem with her being a leader was when people realized what a lack of loyalty she had. So mostly Alexis was independent, she lived for herself, and took care of only herself.

Sample RP:
It was a warm day outside as Alexis sat by the lake reading out of her charms book. Of-course, if Alexis hadn't totally tuned out during class the assignment would probably be easier. She sat her book aside, either ways the assignment wasn't due until Monday and it was still Thursday. Sweeping her back she looked around the grounds, nobody else was sitting alone really, mostly because most people got distracted doing her homework around such a lively environment. Alexis got distracted either ways, so she figured it didn't really matter much where she chose to get distracted.

Alexis closed her book and stretched holding back a sigh. She pulled her bag closer to her and stuffed her book in it carelessly. Standing up she pulled the strap up to her shoulder and walked back toward Beauxbatons. Looking at her clock she realized she was late to meet a few of her friends. The realization, however, didn't really make her rush, her friends were used to her being late and how dare she deprive them the opportunity to gossip about her? Alexis wasn't stupid, they talked about everyone in the group whenever a member wasn't around and she wasn't about to think that she was just special enough that they wouldn't do the same to her. Not to mention the wicked look in their eyes when she came into hearing distance and they all stopped talking immediately Alexis could figure out she was their favourite subject. It was petty, honestly, and because of the pettiness Alexis didn't let it bother her. If her private life, which is all they really could figure out about her, interested so much they could go ahead and gossip.

Depositing her bag in her dorm she went off and headed toward the courtyard. Alexis paused halfway there, would they really care if she wasn't there? Probably not. She turned around and started going toward the towers. Those girls weren't her only choice of people to talk to this afternoon, she could even easily go and meet a new guy, but suddenly, she didn't really feel like it. Alexis felt a migraine coming on anyways and people usually made it worse. Everybody was so lively with their little friends, relationships, and classes. Honestly, though, they served only as something to do, she wasn't really interested in any of it. She reached the tower, not minding the cold, and looked out. Everything was calmer up there, and it eased her head a bit as if rethinking whether it really wanted to hurt or not. Eventually, Alexis thought to herself, everything will be a little bit less boring.

Must be Sournois

[il0veparis]

First Name: Lauren
Last Name: Co
Age: 14
Appearance:
Lauren has long brown hair, which was black until she dyed it brown. She has black eyes, but she sometimes wear gray colored contact lenses. She has 2 dimples which makes her look cute.
History: Lauren is an Asian. She was born in Taiwan, but was brought to France at 8 by her parents. She couldn't get used to living in France. She was bullied by her schoolmates as she was the only Asian in the school. When she told her parents about the bullying, they decided that she would stop Muggles studies and let her stayed at home. For the few years, she was at home, preparing for Beauxbatons. Her parents bought her books to read and study. She was a natural genius; she didn't have to spend much time to digest all those books. She already knew quite a lot about magic when she received the letter to inform her that she had a place in Beauxbatons.
Personality: She looks confident, but she is actually afraid of failure and to disappoint people around her. She is very strict with herself, so that she will not let anyone down, her parents, friends and teachers. She levelheaded, book-smart and is very good with logic. She doesn't like day dreaming; she thinks it's a waste of time. She never strays off the path; she always keeps her attention focused on the job that must be done. She is very straightforward, not afraid to speak her mind. While talking with her enemy, she doesn't shout. But instead, she'll speak her sentence full of sarcasm, then mock him or her. However, she is caring towards all of her friends and will not hesitate to help them.
Sample RP: "Shame on you."

The three words kept repeating in her mind. She was getting dizzy. The cold, hard tone that he had use when saying those three words, was hammering her and made her feel uncomfortable. She was sweating and she couldn't breathe suddenly. She struggled very hard to breathe, clenching her fists tightly. Then, with a loud "Bam!", she fell off her bed. She continued to lie on the cold floor, didn't even try to stand up. Unknowingly, tears streamed down her face, onto the floor. She had a numb feeling inside her heart. Will she even exist once she stepped out of this room? She won't and she knew for sure.

From the very top, she fell to the very bottom. Nobody would try to help her up. She couldn't blame anyone else. It was her own fault. She trusted the wrong people, despite of all the warnings her old friends gave. Her old friends were kind, thoughtful and caring. But they had all gone. They gave up persuading her. Well, of course they would do that. She had dumped them in the first place, for those popular kids.

She was popular, but now, she was not popular anymore. But maybe famous. Famous for that pornography her popular 'friends' purposely leaked out. Ha.

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[nessam]

First Name
Nessa

Last Name
Mithrandír

Age
16

Appearance
Nessa Mithrandír
Nessa is half Elf (Father) and half Wizard (Mother)

History
Nessa was born in Ireland to an Elven father; Neville Mithrandír and Wizard mother; Melissa Mithrandír (Nee Andersson). At the time Nessa did not realise that she was different to any of the other children in her village of Limerick; until she reached the age of 11. Things become very different, as she became an older sister to her brother Tobias and a Wizard. Her parents were proud and worried at the same time; they knew that Nessa was different. So Melissa and Neville sent Nessa to a Muggle boarding school in France, there she learnt about most Muggle subjects but when she was angry, stressed or nervous...things happened that she could not explain. At sixteen it was her time to return back to Ireland; now her brother is five years older; her parents are still proud and felt that is was time to tell Nessa what she truly was. Ever since Nessa was 11 her parents had organised her to attend the British school of Witchcraft and Wizardary - Hogwarts, but they changed their minds to Beauxbatons School of Magic. Here Nessa will become the woman her parents had always dreamed of...or will she?

Personality
Nessa is a down to earth girl, very much as a nerd. She is also in tune with Nature; especially with plants....that could be due to her Elven side. She knows her stuff, but she is not a poser. She is also embarressed about her intelligence, and tries not to let everyone know. Nessa is very friendly, caring, understanding. At her Muggle school, Nessa made a lot of friends - which she all misses very much. She is also helping and feels that she is an excellent tutor; but that all depends on the subject. Nessa has a dry sense of humour and she likes to listen to British and European Muggle music. History and Science are her stronger subjects; so she hopes that History of Magic and Potions will be her strongest Wizard subjects. Nessa has a little fear of heights, so Flying on a broom may take a little getting use to! Nessa is also a flirt, when it is needed. She may not dress like a girly girl, but she is deep in her heart.

Sample RP
Nessa was shocked in horror when she realised that she hade woken late. Her travel arrangements to Beauxbatons had been planned for many years; she had been looking forward to attending the world famous school. Had she messed her chances up? Nessa quickly jumped out of bed, grabbed some of her Muggle clothes and got changed. She sighed when she looked at the clock, she had one hour. "MOM!" she shouted, as she grabbed her trunk, wand and cat then she headed down the stairs to her mother "Are we late?"

[/color] Her mother smiled and shook her head. Nessa released a large sigh of relief and placed all her things at the front door. It would not be long until her father would be taking her to Beauxbatons.

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Must be Cossu

[escalatorkid]

First Name:
Addison

Last Name:
Heiglh

Age:
seventeen

Appearance:



History:

Addison grew up in a horrible family. Terrible past.

His father abused his mother, and him.
Just when silver-haired mother and child, thought they had had enough of their doze of cruelty from the lurid man that gave only suffering, he would return.

He never lived with them. But he always found them.
Wherever Addison's mother would take as their new hiding, he'd find her.

The best part of the memories Addison had, of his family, where does of his mother trying to explain to him why she, and his father, had never married, while she unpacked their suitcase into their new home. Or old. All the places they kept moving from felt all the same, terrible. Old. Poor. He never got time to adjust himself to one place, before they had to run again. That weird conversation him and his mother had, had left him wandering if that meant that he could abandon his dad, like he had done with them.

His mother was only a child when she was expecting Addison, eighteen, on the verge of nineteen. As a birthday present to her, a little fair angel was born. So from that day on, Addison and his mother shared their birthday.

But the angel grew, to learn he was of more demoniacal blood. His father was a half demon, and later he learned, that the reason his parents never married, was the fact that his father only needed to have a heir. His father, named Tynan, had no interest in a family. Never cared for Selena, Addison's mother, a half-blood, or Addison himself. He just wanted a child, so he could keep his blood flowing into a next generation.

Addison grew up to be a confused child. Spurs of his father's terrible personality showing in him. The more he hated the man, the more he became like him. It was inevitable, because the apple never fell too far from the tree.

Personality:

There's a certain magnetism in Addison that keeps pulling you back. He's addicting. He is the bitter poison in the bottom of the bottle that knocked you out. And when sober, and the world starts to weigh again on your shoulders, people turn ugly, friends become traitors, you'd be lost. Start looking for a source of sanity. Comfort. Things slip in and out. Nothing makes sense any more. Look for something, anything, to reassure you that you were still alive. And like a bitter answer, the boy would appear to you in your lowest. Truth and acid, molded into one. One would drink Addison, like he were alcohol. Leaving them a mess once he was served. He was beautiful on the outside, with rotten interiors, tongue dripping corrosive words. He is something familiar. A strong, bitter taste, that will leave you in a bad state, and will burn your insides. A kind of pain that feels like home.

Addison is poetic. In every word he speaks, there's a hidden riddle. Often leaving you high and dry, with a question for an answer. Charming his way into the world with splendid lips that speak clever words and enchant minds . He's a complicated character, that would take in some time to get used to. He is something dangerous, a pandora's box. And if you lift the lid, a bitter icy cold will suck you in the heart of it all.

Addison will push you away, when all he wants is for you to be there. He will push, push, push you to the edge. Till the world crumbled under your toes, and you were in danger of falling away. See how much you could take. He would speak, shout, hiss, strike, hit, curse, hurt. Finally, when gravity made claim to it's right, he'd grab you, just in time, and drops you to the ground. From over his shoulders, he'd send you a heartbroken look, and walk away. So you cared

Maybe it's the difficult past he grew in, that made him grow a thick, hard shell. Hidden underneath it, sometimes he forgets who really is. Inside, buried underneath layers and layers of cold silver, a mirror for the eyes that want to look in, and see the wrong side of their face, hidden underneath all the mystery, there is a little soft boy, that was hurt many years ago. Broken, before he could be made.

He is the boy, that will speak the truth, even if it hurts. Especially if it hurts. Addison will watch you with scrutinizing eyes, that will level you up, snip you open in two, and then, when your split open, he'd grind the wound with his thumb. He can understand you then, understand your pain.

Sample RP:

Standing there, at the edge of the pier, watching the humorless, maniacal smile reflected back up at him, was a boy with a head full of acid blond hair. A sharp, white cutting color in the rest of the colorful day of today.

Today was,
just another day like many others.

The sun rose over the dingy little city on the other side of the pier. The gray skies hung low, like falling curtains over the mesh of houses. Grown up's worked, kids went to school.

Well. Most of them did, anyway.

Addison wasn't at school, and his mother, too young to have a boy of his age, would make a whole fuss of it if she knew. Though she was used to him by now, skipping school, doing nothing, doing whatever he liked. She should have given up on him. They moved too much. They never settled. He didn't care if he went to school, learn anything, made any friends, or enemies, or didn't go at all. He was hopeless. Too rebellious. A poisonous speaker.

He was such a reminder of his heartless father.
Unlike his father though, Addison never hurt his mother. He loved Selena, she was his only point of reference. She was always there for him, trying to protect him from his father, trying to protect him from himself. She was dear to him. Though he never obeyed her. Over the years of fleeing away, over the years of changing houses, moving around, escaping, she had lost all sense of power over him. She never was sever with her child. She forgot too. He was like a little white flower, in a world of dry reeds to her. A flicker of hope. Sanity. Even though that little, white flower, was the true reed, poisoning the whole garden around it.

Addison moved his foot, a slow movement, lazy almost. His shoe grazes the old wooden pranks, and seem to pick out of nowhere a forsaken pebble. It makes a small tumbling noise, as Addison pushes it with his toes. The tiny rock falls into the water. His reflection breaks, as the stone sinks to the depths of the lake. The water ripples. Addison watches, the disturbed image of his reflection wavering at his feet, a muscle in his jaw pulsating as he clenched his teeth too tightly.

"Addison?"

Addison's head snaps around. Silver blond hair, slightly longer then his own, features that resembled his own, though warmer and friendlier, and the same troubled blue-gray eyes. It was his mother. Their birthday wasn't the only thing they shared.

"Weren't you supposed to be at school?"

Over his shoulder, not bothering to turn around and face his mother, he gave her a smile. His own weird smile, that so much reminded Selena of Tynan. Lips curving slightly at the corners, desperate, wild blue gray eyes darkening.

That was his answer there for her.
He was the last star to twinkle before apocalypse.

I will sort you, but please be aware of this: You overuse your commas. If it weren't a problem I wouldn't mention it, but it became distracting after a while of reading it. Try rereading what you have written to make you didn't make comma splices, okay?

Must be Rouerie

[keoni123]

First Name:
Bensen

Last Name:
Roberts

Age:
16 yrs.

Appearance:



History:

Bensen's mother and father met at a football game in Dallas, Texas while they were watching a Cowboys game in the 80's.

They hooked up after the game when the cowboys won the game and so on and so fourth she had Bensen Lyle Roberts. 6 months later they were divorced, because Bensen's father just one day up and left. They never knew why and never will. So Bensen really never knew his own father.

For the next five or so years Bensen and his mother lived happily ever after Bensen was about almost six years of age. When he was almost six years old she finally told him the truth. She knew if she told him that he would be pretty upset with her, she had to get it off her chest,because Bensen would get even more angry with her if she told him later in the years.

By the time she was done telling him he would want to meet his father for the first time. He didn't see his father very much because his fathers work as a construction worker so he would go to work really early and come back when the baby was already asleep.

Bensen on got to see his father once when he was coming out of the womb in the hospital in Dallas. When Bensen was around the age of ten he ran away from home and didn't come back for another six months, and that was when he realized he needed his mother by his side when he did everything special in his life.

Bensen was always good student and bad at the same because he didn't talk in class, but the bell rang he was crazy out in the hall.

Now Bensen is 16 and he is living his awesome life in Beaubatons Academy of Magic.


Personality:

Bensen loves his friends and loves to spend all the time he can with them, there for part of his personality is his the way he feels about his friends and his family. He doesn't care what all of his friends think, because the friends that he does have they don't care because they have been friends long enough to know that their friends shouldn't judge them like that.

Bensen is very talented in art and music. He plays the guitar and paints and sketches. His room is full of art and and music and posters all over the walls. Bensen isn't very shy around anyone, not even when he is around with all of the girlfriends that he has had.

And other things that are in appropriate.Bensen doesn't want to have sex until he is married or until he is out of college. He is basically saying that he is pure, but doesn't want to tell everyone that or people will think he is fake or something, and he is not.

That lets you know that he is very outgoing, but he is not very sensitive if a girl like breaks up with him then he doesn't care. He could be a little hurt, but it is not the biggest deal in his whole life. He is only two years from being 18 and he doesn't like to be told what to do nagged or anything so it seems like someone is controling him in any way.

Bensen likes to argue with all of his teachers, but yet get good grades in all of his classes. Rarely gets detention. He just gets and crap loads of warnings. His most favorite thing to do with someone is argue or fight. It is just mostly with his mom when she loud mouths him and then Bensen does the same thing back.


Sample RP:

It was a Sunday morning in Dallas when Bensen woke up, opened the curtains and let the bright fluorescent light shine throughout his bedroom. He put his hand over his eyes to block out the radiation from putting out his sight.

Bensen opened his closet to see what he would like to wear for today. Shortly after he was dressed he went to the restroom to get ready and look half way descent for the day. He put on his stockings and coat and headed the direction toward the staircase.

Bensen went downstairs very anxious to check the mail. Half way down the stairs he heard crackling noises and could smell breakfast in the kitchen. When he finally reached the kitchen he saw his mother alone making eggs and bacon for everyone considering that him and his mother were the only ones there in their three bedroom house with them and their two wonderful puppy's.

"Mom I am going to go and check the mail I can't wait to see whats inside."

Once Bensen got out to the mailbox he unlocked it and look inside of it there was an envelope. He reached and touched it and suddenly got the chills just thinking about what it could be inside the little envelope.

Bensen with excitement tore open the envelope and there was a piece of parchment inside. It said;

Greetings from Beaubatons Academy of Magic we are pleased to inform you that you have been by far excepted into our academy. We will be expecting you in a few weeks thank you for your consideration Signed Olympe Maxine. The second he was done reading the letter he instantly started jumping. The neighbors across the street picking up there newspapers thought Bensen was a maniac.

He sprinted inside to tell his mom that the letter was sent from Beaubatons, but she had already known, because she heard the screaming and thought someone was being abducted. Bensen left for Beaubatons a week later and is having the time of his life.

Must be Rouerie

[gracemakenna]

f i r s t_n a m e::

G R A C E L Y N

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M A K E N N A

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K N I G H T

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F I F T E E N

a p p e a r a n c e::

Gracelyn Makenna Knight has never really been the sort of girl who tries to either blend in with a crowd or even stick out like a sore thumb, but rather she just strives to be there and to exist, no matter how many people might notice her… Her hair is a dark brown color and reaches a little past her shoulders in length. It also is relatively wavy when it is not straightened, though she often makes sure that she straightens it every day unless it looks nice with just the waves—though this occurrence, of course, is relatively rare… She really doesn’t often have to worry about her hair much after she has styled it and she loved making it look a little tousled at times for things like pictures and the like… Her eyes are a deep grey-blue color that seems to somehow brighten in the sunlight… Her skin is not your average shade of pale or tan, either, but rather fits straight into the middle. She has a milky complexion and a slight tan from all of the time that she likes to spend in the sun all the time, as she absolutely adores all that has to do with being outside in the rain, shine, sleet, snow, or even hail. She reaches to an average height of five feet and six inches and weighs around one hundred and thirty-six pounds.

The build of her body as a whole is one thing that she inherited from her mother whilst from her father she received attributes along the lines of her eye shape and facial structure. Like her mother, her legs and ankles are rather slender, though her hips jut out further than would be inferred and her waist curves inward into her torso area. But from her father she received her wide, almond-shaped eyes and a rounded facial structure as well as her—as described to her by friends and the like—pug nose. Her shoulders, however, are a trait that she inherited from neither of her parents but from her grandmother, and they are relatively narrow whilst her parents’ shoulders are both broader than hers are. And her hands, according to her cousin and best friend Ada says, are small and she has ‘spider fingers,’ meaning that her fingers are longer than her hands are, though her long fingers have come from years and years of forced piano lessons that she came to despise because of the repetition of them… One could always expect on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays to be stuck in that stupid recital hall with Ada, playing that evil piano constantly. At first, sure, it was loads of fun…but it really sucked after a while and had a permanent impact by making her fingers so long and spiny…

In concordance with her choices in the realms of personal style and the like, Gracelyn has never been one who is a very large fan of great fashionistas of the world and nor has she ever been one to go on huge shopping sprees at stores for huge clothing lines or anything of that sort. Grace has never really been the sort who has to put too terribly much thought into what she wears and will wear just about anything as long as she can get an outfit together that matches out of something. She even allows people to coordinate outfits for her at times within reason and is willing to be used as a ‘dress-up doll’ at times as long as she is in a decent mood. The only time that she really cares much about what it is that she is wearing is if it is terribly uncomfortable, it is sweat pants, or she is somehow in the mood to look good for a specific person or event in her life like a date, dance, party or something else along those lines. A few types of things, however, that she enjoys wearing on her clothing design-wise are horizontal stripes, plaid of any kind, or some wide range of colors that go together well.

h i s t o r y::

Gracelyn Makenna Knight was born to Georgiana Knight and Clayton Harris on November thirteenth of the year 1992 in Cahors, France in the southwestern region of the country. For a time after little Grace was born to her British father and Irish mother, she grew up quite happy without any help from her always-arguing parents who only seemed to agree when it came to the fact that they both claimed to love their daughter very much…with all of their hearts and souls, they had always used to say. Yeah right… She spent much of her childhood playing about with other children her age or a bit older in the river Lot where a small part of the large, winding river opened up just near her own home. She always loved dancing about like a little child in the water, though her mother seemed to take this as a reason to sign her up for courses for such things as dance when she quite obviously would never become a professional at it and was incredibly uncoordinated… She was always quite annoyed by her mother’s insistence upon her learning all of these art forms when she was little, though her mother always had the same excuse: that it was for her future… As she grew older along with her younger cousin and closest friend Ada, Gracelyn found herself growing further and further apart from her own immediate family and closer to her cousin and aunt as she years passed by ever slower with each one that passed.

Bu the time that she was seven years old, she was taking piano lessons, the same old dreaded dance lessons, violin lessons, and choir courses along with Muggle coursework, though there was also something else about little Gracelyn Knight…something that made everyone curious about the little thing but made all of the neighbors wary of her all at the same time. She had developed some sort of awkward power of sorts…she could do things that none of them had ever even fancied possible…and it scared the crap out of each and every one of the people who was in contact with her when she threw a nice little temper tantrum or was in the mood for excitement… This, however, is something that she takes a great deal of pride in at this point in time, years later, because she knows that she was unique and not defective or any of those other things that she had heard people calling her through those closed doors. And even her father began to grow farther and farther away from her—or at least more so than she had even grown from him—until at last exactly on the tenth anniversary of his darling Gracelyn’s birth [her tenth birthday. xD], he decided to do the unthinkable: he decided to leave his wife and daughter behind in a world that was far too cruel to those who were abandoned and did not snap back into shape quick enough to show no damage. And so Gracelyn bottled it all up inside of herself for the longest time, afraid to break and show that it really had hurt her quite a bit, until she no longer felt the pain of it at all and no longer even cared…

She ignored the comments of even the queerest children in her Muggle schools to the best of her abilities and tried not to pay attention to the pathetic life that her mother had begun living or the fact that their money supply was dwindling quickly away as her mother stopped paying attention to their small family-owned shop downstairs from their home and began buying herself—and Gracelyn, admittedly—pretty dresses and gowns to try and catch someone’s eye so that she would no longer be lonely and so that they would have a steady supply of money once more. Of course, it did not matter to Georgiana who she would end up catching the eye of or really who her daughter caught the eye of as long as there was some way to survive in that place without the cold glances of married and pregnant women and the scorning thoughts that she knew that they harbored for herself and her little girl because they had been left behind. After all…if a man could leave his own wife and child behind, then they must be impure enough to be abandoned by all others as well, right? Wrong…or at least that is how Gracelyn feels at present times when she looks back on all of the torment that they tried to put them through. She no longer had friends or playmates and her mother had no one to talk to female-wise either and no company at all outside of the few customers that she bothered to cater to and the men that she would attempt to bring in far too quickly for comfort…but she had always been the sort to rush into things, as everyone knew…

And then just after her fifteenth birthday after the largest transformation of her personality to ever take place in her life had finally run its course completely, Gracelyn received a letter one day addressed to ‘Miss Gracelyn Makenna Knight, Second bedroom on the top floor of building 209, Cahors, France.’ Her mother had read it first before Gracelyn had even returned from school and when Gracelyn returned to their home, her mother had tried to hide it quickly and darted for the fireplace when Gracelyn had asked her harshly what she was hiding from her. It took her nearly fifteen minutes, but she did immediately stop her mother from reaching the crackling fire that they had set up thanks to the October cold and they exchanged glares and ear-splitting screams of annoyance and fear of desertion on her mother’s part before Gracelyn snatched the letter away and ran to her room, locking the door and ignoring her mother’s sobs and begging. She was being pathetic again… She had been accepted to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic? Wow…that seemed…adequately far away from Cahors, France…just far enough away for a slight bout of comfort on Grace’s part…and so she hatched a plan to leave for Beauxbatons as soon as she was able. But her mother refused to allow her to go and even went as far as to lock her away in her bedroom whenever she was not at school or running specific errands close by…

But two weeks after the letter had arrived, Gracelyn Makenna Knight’s cleverness had finally come into play… She could not and would not stay with her over-bearing cry-baby of a mother any longer… She would run and escape to Beauxbatons where she could finally start anew in a new area and hopefully find her own place, though she was not unaware of the fact that it would be hard to form a new life there and that she would most certainly not be making friends all that quickly, as she trusted very few lately… Heck…she hardly even trusted herself anymore… But whatever…she just had to get away from the stupid little town and be free at last, no matter what that freedom constituted in the terms of location or independence. She had had her trunk packed up for days and she would soon be off along with the little stray white cat that she had found and named Lady Wynter who she nicknamed Wynnie after that moment who she found when she was eleven years old. And so that night, when her mother was finally asleep, she escaped through the window with a note that she left behind explaining and sort of apologizing and she made her way to Beauxbatons.

p e r s o n a l i t y::

Gracelyn Makenna Knight has never really been the sort of girl who is really all that interested in emotional attachment to any person, place, or thing and she had never once in her life been very family or friend oriented in many senses… The only person in her family who she has ever really grown a relationship strong enough with to actually care a rat’s bottom about is her younger cousin Ada Lucinda Knight, who she has always been incredibly protective of and who she sees as more of a sister than anything else and as a closer family member than even her own mother, as she views her mother as fairly weak for all that she has allowed to happen throughout Grace’s lifetime thus far. She hates how her mother took her father’s leaving them behind five years ago as he had. She had spent every single night in her room with a freaking tub of ice cream, sobbing her brains out into her pillow and eating her emotions away with Ben and Jerry… It was pathetic and seeing her mother react to that event in such a way had turned Gracelyn into a cold, hollow person who never put much stock in petty little things like ‘love,’ ‘care,’ or ‘emotions.’ Sure, a lot of people might see her as bitter…but along with becoming that way, she had also become quite uncaring about most things that other people thought of her…especially if she was not friends with them…or they were not Ada, of course.

So from all that time of seeing her mother presenting herself in such a groveling, silly manner, Gracelyn transformed from being an incredibly kind and loving person in some aspects to hardly caring at all about what happened to anyone around her unless they really made an impression on her…and quickly, too. If someone does not catch her interest very fast, then she usually moved on rather quickly to someone else and never looks back again or cares at all what those people might think of her for walking away as she often does. And so, as can be inferred, she has become a relatively vindictive, angry young woman even now at the age of fifteen and her natural demeanor has changed from one of usual happiness and good spirits to one of reservation and bias, especially when it comes to things that she personally finds an interest in or anything of that sort… She is also incredibly easy to annoy if someone does something like make that stupid popping noise with the lips or that clicking sound with their tongue or even just snaps their fingers too much for her liking. She despises when people do things like that and she holds quite a few pet peeves in her mind that she notices often, though there are some that some people hardly know about to this day because they are quite rare in occurrence or mention…

Grace has been known for a very long time by those who know her well enough to be many different things all rolled up into one compact package of sorts… She is sneaky, clever, rebellious, pessimistic, adventurous, stubborn…far too many things for some people to even keep up with at times. She spends much of her time reading all by herself with no one around because she has never been interested in far too much companionship in her life and she spends a lot of time people-watching as well, no matter how strange that may seem for someone like Grace. She loves, just as she did when she was younger, watching people as they walk by together, whether they are friends, couples, family, whatever… She just looks at things like that and often visualizes what it would be like to have a family that was not made up of losers and jerks and not full of a load of crap and nothing more. She is tired of people nowadays putting so much stock in how they look or what others think of them or what the government freaking tells them to do or says that they will do for them or whatever crap it is that they’re always trying to sell all the time. Gracelyn Knight grew up unafraid of being alone or friendless and actually quite unafraid in general of generic things like boys or tests or popular girls. The only part of her old personality that she knows still remains within her and is actually active at times is the fact that she is very spazzy a lot of the time and overly energetic sometimes when she is among people that she actually likes, though she has found that she sometimes takes things way too far like her mother always did and she actually fears becoming like her mother someday, though she would never tell anyone that but Ada…

Though she is a book worm most of the time, it seems that that only really reaches to pleasure reading, as she has never been an incredibly school-oriented person. She enjoys subjects that are hands-on like defense against the dark arts and charms, of course…but others like history of magic where one may only sit in a desk for full period and listen to lectures b the professor kill her. She despises having to sit still for long periods of time and often wants nothing more than so be able to get up and walk around and stretch when she is in that sort of situation… Her creativity reaches quite far, but it has been forced throughout her entire life, which is why she still plays piano and dances and things of the like but isn’t very passionate about them. They are simply things that she was forced to do and that fill her time, though the dancing far, far less than the piano. She despised dancing of all forms basically…and not only that, but she was also rather bad at it…anything involving too much movement dizzied and tired her quickly and she was just terrible at all of it… And along with all of this, she is also an incredibly arrogant young lady about anything and everything that she can grapple some sort of control over or understanding of [like she isn’t very arrogant about her dancing ability, of course] and she can be a little bit selfish at times, though this is for reasons that not even Gracelyn can identify…

s a m p l e_role_p l a y::

Thank god…she was finally knocked out cold, it seemed. Grace could hear her mother, Georgiana Knight, snoring soundly from her bedroom two doors down from where Grace herself resided in their second-story home in Cahors, France. Sighing, she rolled her eyes as she finally heard that little thump of that same old bowl and spoon that her mother had in there so that she could eat her every-night bowl of ice cream—yay for traditions, eh? Not…—as her mother rolled over at last and it fell from the bed just like every single other night of Gracelyn’s life before that very night since she was ten years old and her father abandoned them. Her mother was a lonely, idiotic, naïve woman and always had been…but at least when Clayton was around, there was someone there to bother to talk some sense into her when she was being extraordinarily stupid about something…or at least that was how Gracelyn had come to think that her mother must view the entire situation with her husband’s being gone… Not that she honestly gave a care anymore whether her mother ate her emotions away through Ben and Jerry’s ice cream every night… She was far too used to it and far, far too tired of watching her mother act like a pathetic woman with no possible capability of standing on her own two feet.

She was never, ever going to allow herself to be brought down by any man in such a way when she grew older…heck, she doubted at that point in time that she was really all that capable of falling in love with someone someday. Opening her door carefully, she tiptoed down the hall to their small kitchen and wrapped half a loaf of bread in a handkerchief, grabbing a coke zero from the refrigerator as well before finally tiptoeing back to her bedroom and closing the door up tight once more. Thank god she had not pushed her mother to actually lock the door over the past few weeks or this would be more difficult to get away with than it already was… Carefully settling the food in on top of her more important belongings in her trunk, she locked it back up and scooped up her cat, Lady Wynter, from the mattress and got her into her carrying case carefully, locking that up as well and signaling for her to stay quiet… She did, just like she always had done anything when Gracelyn needed her to… She was the one being that Gracelyn relied or could depend on at all other than Ada and herself at that point in time… Sitting down at her small desk in the corner, Gracelyn carefully scribbled down a note to her mother in her untidy hand explaining where she was going and apologizing in a very brief few sentences for leaving her like this. But at the same time, she wasn’t all that sorry at all and really didn’t care much… Her mother could obviously take care of herself if she kept up her little record with men of Cahors like this…or not…but having Gracelyn there just made things worse…

And besides…she was going to be free from the stupid little city where everyone looked at her like a defective little disappointment just because her father left when she was ten… She was finally escaping from the sidelong glares from her classmates and the pitying gazes from the older folk of the neighborhood. She was so freaking tired of it all that she wanted to scream her brains out. But not yet…that was a deed from when she was long gone, far away from her mother and all those in this town who had oppressed her through her entire lifetime… Thank god for freedom at last… But she could not get cocky…not until she was finished. She still had to escape in the first place and make it all the way to her next destination where she would catch a train to the town outside of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. And now it was finally time to go…to escape at last from this little town outside the farthest reaches of nowhere. Her path would lead her elsewhere…and hopefully she would be on that very same path soon… Standing, she carefully folded the letter and scribbled ‘Mother’ down on the outside of the fold before taping it to the outside of her door and then making her way down the hall slowly and down the stairs as quietly as she could possibly manage with all of that freaking luggage in her hands and arms. In the shop downstairs, she stopped in the doorway and looked all around, blinking, in search of anyone who might stop her and bring her bag to purgatory. But there was no one about to hear even a whisper of her passage…and she was home free at last.

Stepping out of the shop and ignoring the sound of the bell as she knew that her mother would not hear it from her bedroom with the television still on and her snores drowning out everything, she gripped her long-fingered hand around the handle of her cat carrier tighter and tighter until her knuckles were white and her fingers ached and throbbed and began to run, just barely holding onto her trunk and cat carrier without falling flat on her face as she took off in a running flight as fast as she could possibly manage. On the outskirts of town, she finally stopped on a large hill glassed over with a thin sheet of due thanks to the late hour and stared back on the few lights shining through the city that was no longer even a purgatory home for her. “Goodbye, endsville… Can’t say that I’ll miss you…any of you…” Shaking her head, she turned slowly around in a half circle so that she was facing off into the big wide world once more and set her cat carrier down on top of her trunk, and pulling her map out of her pocket carefully before starting off with the few belongings she had seen fit to bring off into the world that was now her maze that would eventually lead her to who she was and who she would become one day… There was not a single thought on her mind but that of contemplation of the freedom that she had finally gained for her own after all these years of searching for it…

` fin !

Must be Sournois

[omgapiano]

First Name:Amélie
Last Name: Straling
Age: 16
Appearance:

History:

Born in Moscow Russia December 20th , to Clemence Moreau , and Vladimir Straling this Sagittarius was a dream come true for them. She was a healthy 6 pound baby that anyone would fall in love with at first sight. Amélie was never really raised in Russia . Right after she was born, her mother and father took her to France where they previously lived. They were in Russia only so that she would be born at the same city her father was born.

Growing up in Paris , France Amélie got the oppurtinity to study piano, guitar , and photography after school. Did I mention that her family was greedy & rich? Well they are. Always been . Especially her mother , wasting money for any fancy thing she sees in the windows of shops. Her father is a buisness man , which she rarely sees.

Though, Amélie is nothing like her parents. She's not greedy. Never has been. Though , she may waste lots of money on stuff for herself because, well .. her mom says she cares too much about other people and should take care of herself.

At age 10 was when , she discovered her "magical" side while in a piano recital , she made the pages of her book flip to the next page when she needed to. After that , her parents treated her completely diffrent. (Not as diffrent but..) They literally stopped talking to her. They basicly ignored her. Envy. Envy thats the word. Her mother had envy, and well since her father listens so much to his controling wife , he stopped talking to her like she did.

Overall , she hates home. - But beauxbatons ... no way.

Personality:

Amélie is actually pretty goofy. She loves a good laugh . She is cheerful and tries her hardest to please everyone. Amelie is the kind of girl that doesn't show people her real emotions and often hides behind them with laughs and smiles.

She is not the type of person that come up and talk to you a long conversation . You have to talk to her first most of her time. She is really shy . But once you get to know her, she shows her wild , electricy side, and even her rebellious side at times.

Overall she is a,Artistic , Carefree , Caring , Noble , Merry, and Rebellious person.

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Sample RP:
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I did this part in a hurry.

Slowly Amélie picked herself up. What was wrong with her today? She kept tripping in every staircase. People were taking a glance at her in every direction . "What?!" she yelled . Her cheeks turning as a red as a rose bush.

Rapidly , she went to the grounds ,and went towards an pine tree. Amélie pause ,and check for her bag. Noticing that she was still grasping it , she kept walking. When she reached the pine tree she sighed. "Aujourd'hui est-il pourquoi si sombre pour moi ? " Her eyes were looking down at a lady bug. She wondered wether that Lady Bug was happy or not. Was her day bright , or dark? Amélie always had wondered how it would be to be an animal. Any animal.

Today was boring. She wondered when will she be facing a monochrome wall again so that she can watch out for it ,and go another way. With a lazy yawn, she took out a book. It was german. Faust was the book by famous german writer Goethe. She had german family on the side of her mom , so she of course had to know german. Afterall , her grandmother is german she had to communicate with her somehow.

Amélie wondered where were her friends. Did she even have friends? "I guess I will smile. Karma?" she muttered to herself. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

Must be Cossu

[ohdear329]

First Name: Allie

Last Name:Forrestte

Age:16

Appearance:

History: The Forrestte Family is a wealthy pure-blood family. There ancestors are from France and Italy and they carry many traditions. They are close friends with the death eaters family though they are no themselves. They are a proud family and every child is well behaved except for Allie. She hated the death eaters she would often say that she wished she was muggle born and a comment like that had a harsh punishment to follow but she never took it back. She lost her mother at 7 years old. The poor child was sitting on her mothers broom traveling to a neighbors when a bird flew into her mums face and she fell to her death. From then on Allie became the wild child sticking out like a sore thumb in her restrained family. She switched from school to school unlike her perfect older sisters. Her father thinks very poorly of her now and considers her his unhonorable mistake.

Personality:Allie was the feisty one out of her four older sisters. A wild child to say the least. At thirteen she began climbing out her window and flying off with friends until early morning. She resented her family and how they thought they were better than everyone else because they were pure bloods. She was free spirited. So with no other options her father sent her off to Hogwarts when she was fifteen hoping it would put her in the right place. To his dismay it didn't work. She never payed attention in class she was always doodling in her not book or drawing pictures and always day dreaming. At Hogwarts she would zoom through the halls on her broom swiping off her potions professors toupee. In the end she had cost her house over 200 points. They would not expel her though or rather they could not. The child had a mouth for debating and found her way around any situation she got in. Her friends would often comment about her and how she never opened up to anybody this was probily a effect of her others death which she had witnessed when she was 7 years old. She didn't trust anybody so instead she filled her life boxing it out. She would find ways to get in trouble and be able to switch schools when she felt vulnerable or let someone get a little too close to her. Once the school year ended she was enrolled in a arts school to try and control her energy. She was skilled in art but complained that she didn't have the time. But then she discovered Ballet , she was marvelous at it and found managed to get the lead role in the end of the summer performance. Everyone was thrilled she had finally calmed down and found her passion but half way through the performance the music changed and so did the dancing to say the least it was one situation where she could not find her way out of. And her father had no choice now but to enroll her in Beauxbatons. She doesn't have any plans for the future she only knows how to live in the present which worries her father who was hoping she was planning on settling down one day but has lost all hopes of that dream. For now she just wanders through life enjoying it to its fullest.

Sample RP: She strolled into her room and looked around her self. She had only one day to pack for Beauxbatons and make plans for the first day. She quickly skipped over to her closet flinging open the wooden doors. She grabbed her wand mummed a spell as he trunk flung towards her. Allie yelped and moved out of the way as the trunk rested where she was standing. As she flicked her wand the trunk opened and she piled in all her clothes and supply's for school. Once she could not fit another tee-shirt she sat on the lid and latched it down. She heard a meow as he white cat Mimi trotted in and rubbed her soft fur up against Allies satin smooth legs. Allie scooped her up with her long graceful arms and took the letter out of the felines mouth. She opened it delicately and read the crinkled letter. She gasped to her self once she was done and groaned as she lay back on her bed which was right behind her. Her third eldest sister was getting married in the spring another thing her father to rant at her about. As she heard her father call her down for supper she hastily shove the letter into her jean pocket and scurried out of her room shutting the door slightly in case Mimi wanted to leave also. As she tripped down the last few steps she stopped in front of her father gasping for air from the sprint she had just ran. She snorted at her and turned his back as he took his seat at the head of the table the he cleared his through and pulled out a duplicate of a letter Allie had not gotten long ago. She groaned knowing that this was going to be a long diner.

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[kain]

First Name: Kain
Last Name: Ashton
Age: 18



Appearance:
Broad in the shoulders and narrow in the hips, Kain seemed to appear as well portioned as some girl’s fantasy anime character. It was ridiculous really. With a long swath of pale alabaster chest, the boy was mistaken for a vampire one to many times, though his real bloodline was kept on the DL.

He stood at six foot three, and his eyes were the color of dead winter skies with lips as full as a boy’s lips could be. It wasn’t uncommon that some thought him of as feminine, however no one could look past his undeniably strong jaw line, or his nimble, yet powerful hands. No he was distinctly a male figure.

His hair almost changed as frequently as his clothes. Usually kept short it was ever exploring each color of the rainbow. Sometimes it was red and spiked; sometimes it was bleached white and flat ironed. More often then not it was a deep rich chestnut color with varying highlights. Though no one knew Kain well enough to know what his real hair color was, and he never let his roots show.


History:
The scrawny blue eyed enigma was born on October 6th to The Ashton's in Luton England. Their house was a pleasant little cottage down by the rocky beach. Each morning Sunlight would drift warmly into the babe's window nudging his small pudgy form awake. There were always kisses and hugs, and laughter.

Or at least that was the pleasant version of the story.

The truth was slightly off, morbid, and confusing. So the Ashton’s covered the ugly details with pretty memories they had never made, but with a family full of demons, you really couldn’t expect fairy-tell endings with rainbows and cotton candy.

The truth was, demons were creatures of Muggle folklore and for as long as anyone could remember they had been cast in shady negative lights. They weren’t trusted by either Muggles or Wizards alike, and back in the dark ages they were often hunted.

Fast forward to today, and you’d notice there were hardly any left. Demon children were almost unheard of and many beings of the race branched off to breed with humans and other kin so that over time it became a mixed and muddy race. There were few pure-blood demon families left, but unfortunately for Kain, the Ashton’s were one of them, and since he was the only child in the last two thousand years…Well it was a bit stifling to say the least.

The Ashton's were a self built family dating long before the evolution of man. Demons were already spinning intricate magic while man was playing with sticks and trying to make fire. Mrs. Ashton worked with the P. O. W. P. (Paranormal Occurrence with Presidents) His late father, Mr. Ashton was a novelist. A fictional writer for Muggles. Well, to them he was a fictional writer. He had a fan club consisting of thousands, both girls and boys, and they had wept over his heart attack.

Well it had actually been a duel between demons, but hey, what the Muggles didn’t understand, would keep them alive longer. Either way, Kain’s father was dead and there was nothing anyone could do about it. The boy had been five at the time. There was no way to avenge the death for now.


Jean Balkan met Kain's mother through a business party, and that very night he had her spread out on the bed before him. Mary Ashton had never wanted a child, but by demon law she was forced to keep him and marry his father because there were so few precious children now. Now that she was widowed, she was free to live her life as she wished. Without telling the boy she left him with nanny after nanny while her and Jean left to get married, followed by their honeymoon. Jean hadn't even met the lad until after they returned. He took a liking to Kain instantly and often took the boy to the park and the beach, working the young child's mind. Corrupting it for a later time.

By the time he was ten Jean had molested and raped ever inch of his body. Kain never spoke. Never smiled. And was rarely home. His mother never noticed, and it was always Jean who drove the family Porsche late at night trying to find the boy, which he always did, and as soon as they got home Kain would find himself beaten, laying naked on all fours and silently dreading his punishment. It was sheer luck that he was accepted into Beauxbatons at eleven. He was terribly out of range but they had made a special request for Kain though no one could understand why.


Personality:
Kain was wrapped in lies and cloaked in style. By the rest of the world he was viewed as that somewhat lazy joker who always helped the group release their tension. His smile always came easy, and his poor jokes were usually pleasant icebreakers. This was the tip of the iceberg.

The Kain underneath the dent free exterior was full of cracks that made him distant and often kept him preoccupied by his own thoughts. He found he enjoyed the taste of chaos even as he tried to prevent the drama usually popping up around his friends. He dodged questions about himself easily but also made himself a shoulder to lean on for the rest of his friends.

No one seemed to notice that they knew nothing about him, and the ones who did, didn't quite know how to figure his secrets out without bluntly asking. He also has to organize all of his skittles into groups of colors. (He loves Muggle candy)

Sample RP:

[ozzyfang]

First Name:

Ozborn "Ozzy"

Last Name:

Altair "Fang"

Age:

looks 18 (actually 200)

Appearance:

The face of the vampire is usually a charming and seductive one, complete with flawless pale skin. There is no exception for Ozzy Fang. He has light skin, but not as pale as most vampires. He still has color, at least, when he has blood in him. In human, the blood is what gives you color, and it's the same for vampires. When he's full, you wouldn't be able to tell he was a vampire, as long as he didn't have his fangs or wings out. Blue eyes accent his face perfectly, especially against his colored skin. He has golden eyes, basically. Originally, when he was human, they were a chocolate brown, but something happened when he was turned. A day-walking vampire turned him, and the sun did something to him. He had a lot of resistance against the sun, and his eyes developed gold lining. So, in the sun, they look very gold, kind of like Dante in the video game, Devil May Cry. To go along with his golden eyes, is his golden smile. He has generally straight teeth, and has elongated fangs. He's an older vampire, so he can do more damage with them, but he can also shorten them if he wants to blend in. There were many perks to being an old vampire, versus being newly turned. The two-hundred year old man is very charming, especially when he flashes a grin. That's often how he gets the ladies to fall all over him. He's done it with guys too, but he just uses them as playmates. When it comes to real matters of the heart, he finds a woman. He was a vampire, so he could do whatever he wanted, right?

Ozzy Fang stands at exactly six feet. He's a pretty tall guy, versus many other guys. He's definitely taller than the girls. At six feet, he weighs in at near 145-150 pounds. He might be a little underweight, but hey, he had to be aerodynamic. So, obviously, he's thin and has long arms and legs, and has long fingers. I won't even talk about anything else long on the vampire. Err, forget I said that. Anyway, he's pretty thin, but he does have a good build. If you had to describe it, you could say he has a swimmers body.

You're probably wondering, does he have any tattoo's or piercings? Well, yes he does. He also has piercings. He has two tattoo's. The first tattoo, which he got when he turned into a vampire, kind of a ritual of his vampire-hood, is a pair of black wings. It's located on his back, spanning from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. What was so ritualic about it, is that his wings come out of the tattoo, so he could always hide them. The vampire that bit him was pretty special. It had been a vampire queen, and he'd had a little affair with him for the first few years of his vampire-hood. Of course, he had to change his name and flee when the vampire king found out. He changed his name from Ozborn Altair to Ozzy Fang. The second tattoo is located right below his belly button, between his sex lines. The tattoo is a smaller pair of black wings, like the ones on his back. It's in more of a celtic design, though. The wings bend just when the black line curves around his belly button, going down. Both wings almost meet, but the bottom of the wings are just two spikes pointing straight down, almost an unconnecting arrow that points towards his...pants. You thought of something else, didn't you? Pervert. Get your mind out of the gutter.

Alright, onto his piercings. Ozzy first got his ears pierced when he was thirteen. His father and mother took him, and they had two earrings in both earlobes. Getting 2 demon hooks (a hoop that doesnt connect, but ends in two spikes at the bottom) didn't hurt all that much. That was the only piercings he ever got. He's thinking about getting his lip done, but he's not sure. Along with earrings, he wears other metals. He's known for his many vampiric rings. Most of the time, he wears a platinum ring which has a skull with wings connected to its head. He has another he likes to wear, which is just a silver ring with a red ruby in it. But the skulls are enough for him. He also wears studded bracelets and gothic-styled watches. You'll see a lot of silver on him.

When you hear about his apparel, or see him out, you may think he's just another person wearing black and white. But, that's not true. He has a unique sense of style. He claims to be bringing back the old clothes, making them good again. Often, you will seem him making something cool out of old-fashioned suits. He'll wear a v-neck white shirt, with a black lightly striped vest and black pants, which also have the thin gray strips. The shoes he wears are usually converses, or combat boots. Sometimes he'll just wear dress shoes to go with the old-timed outfits. Along with his clothes, he'll wear necklaces, like the fang of a lion or tiger or something. He's a very interesting person.

History:

Picture it. France. The year is 1808, a leap year. There is a war going on, The Peninsular War between France and the combined countries of United Kingdom, Spain, and Portugal. While the father is off at war, the mother is at home with her maid, who is helping deliver a baby boy. That boy is Ozborn Altair. From the time of birth, Ozzy's mother Lucretia knew that Ozzy would be special. His father Demetrius knew it too. As he grew up into a young boy, Ozzy had seen a lot in his life. When he was 6, he saw the war come to an end. He even met Napoleon one time. His father had him over for dinner one time. The boy grew up in a pretty good environment, living in a secluded village surrounded by beautiful tree's. He had a pretty normal life, until 1826, when he turned eighteen. That was the day and year that changed his life forever.

The day was calm, the autumn leaves falling were the only sounds filling the air, until a scream came from the wood. Everybody rushed outside, to find a bloody man falling to the ground. "VAMPIRES!", he screamed. All with wide eyes, the townspeople ran as fast as they could. Ozzy had so far lived through three or four wars, russian jerks, bad music, a new brother, and a whole lot more, but never had he faced vampires or werewolves. Thankfully, the werewolves were gone, but now...vampires. As soon as they heard, Lucretia and Demetrius Altair gathered Ozzy and the youngest son, Leo, and ran with them. But the vampires liked their scent, and were after the family. Lucretia and Demetrius set aside their kids, telling them to keep running, and dont look back. Just as they'd told them that, Ozzy took his little brother and ran, but when they did look back, they saw vampires tearing their parents to shreds. With tears in his eyes and his nine year old brother by his side, Ozzy ran, but was soon confronted by a vampire queen, who headed the vampires. Ozzy ordered Leo to run, and he did, which left Ozzy with the mature queen. But the queen saw this eighteen year old as a potential play thing to satisfy her. She clung to him, draining him within an inch of his life, then letting him drink. It took a while, but with the suns glare, he turned into the ever-strong vampire. From then on, he became her boytoy.

As the years went on, the vampire king grew suspicious of Ozzy, and Ozzy often wondered if his brother had been killed. After awhile, he gave up hope. There's no way a nine year old could have outran a vampire. After the King caught Ozzy in bed with the queen, Ozzy had to flee and change his name. Ozborne Altair was now Ozzy Fang, who went to magic school. He switched to different schools through the years, knowing he'd be safe behind magic barrier. He's went to many in his 200 years of life, but now he heads to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, to start again.

Personality:

Before you even try to get to know Ozzy Fang, you first have to know that he's very sarcastic. He's a little smart ass a lot of the time. He knows how to get under people's skin. But sometimes he can take it too far, just trying to be funny. He's a daredevil in that sense, and in the sense that he loves doing risky things, hence the queen vampire affair. He really is hilarious, but he can take his jokes to far, which forces a lot of apologies.

Creativity has taken him over for most of his life. He used to make millions of paintings during the renaissance. He made a lot of the masquerade famous during that time. Art and music had been his outlet during that time, until the sixties, when he drew comic pages for cartoons and comic books. Of course, he always used another person to soak up the fame, because he wanted to keep himself a secret, though somehow, in the eighties, his name leaked out. People knew him then, but with a new generation, he may finally get peace again. He hopes to be in a band. He finds this generation to be very comfortable with him.

Anger can sometimes consume him. This is usually triggered by talking of his family, or of his friends. He's the quiet type when it comes to conflict, but if you really get under his skin, he'll go nuts on you. What also angers him is when people constantly ask him to become a vampire, like it was so glamorous. He also hates when people stereotype him and the vampire race. As if Bram Stoker knew anything about vampires. Not a lot pisses him off, but if you get the chance to get on his bad side...run.

To many people, this vampire is mysterious and dark. Ozzy never thought himself that way, but he's the kind to mind his own business. He wouldn't go out and get crazy unless he was drunk. Which can be a lot, depending on what his life is like that week. Ozzy is very charming, in that dark way. Many girls like that, and Ozzy just plays along. So, that pretty much sums him up. People think he's so complex.

Sample RP:

"TAKE YOUR BROTHER AND RUN!", Demetrius yelled from the living room, entering the hallway. Someone outside had just announced vampires entering the little village. They had never been a problem before, but with thsi war ending, there were a lot of angry people in France. Demetrius and Lucretia Altair ran their kids to the door, knowing the vampires were after them. Upon entrance, the vampires liked the Altair Families blood, their family having history with vampires and werewolves alike. Suddenly, the door slammed open, two male vampires invading the house.

"GO!", the parents screamed in unison. The brown-haired eighteen year old took his little blond brother and ran out the back door, running along the long trail through the woods. This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't be.

"But it is.", a feminine and seductive voice called out from a large tree.

Ozzy jerked his head to the left, seeing a curvy woman in a tight corset, long brown hair flowing down her back. Her long dress whipped softly in the wind. She was a vampire queen, and Ozzy knew it. He looked at his brother, knowing he couldn't let him be hurt. "LEO! RUN NOW! DONT LOOK BACK!", he screamed, watching his brother run. He really didn't know if a nine year old could outrun a vampire. He couldn't think of that now.

"Fine. Take me. But leave him alone.", Ozzy told her, scowling at her seductive looks. "With pleasure.", she chuckled and flew towards him, tackling him into the tree behind the eighteen year old. Her fangs sank into his neck, and that's when the sun shone through the tree's, shining on him as he turned from life, into the deathly journey to vampirism. His vision went dark, and from then on, he would be the queens boytoy.

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Must be Sournois

[zanna]

First Name: Karis

Last Name: Kaotic

Age: 18

Appearance:


History:
Karis spent most of her childhood dreaming up fairy tales. Whether it be a story about pilfering goods from a port in the Caribbean as captain of the most notorious group of filthy pirates, stalking prey as a vampire in the dark woods behind her family's Victorian cottage, being bitten by a ravenous wolf and fearing the light of the full moon, or casting spells and brewing potions in the elegant garden in the distance, Karis was all but conservative, like her family was. Many times she was berated for her silly dreams and fantasies. "They're not real. Vampires are not real. Witches are not real. Stop it, you foolish girl," they'd tell her, but it didn't stop her--didn't keep her from writing short stories, poems, singing, or composing ominous music to go along with her many stage plays.

She's an inventor of sorts, always combining materials and products to create something bigger, better, and more efficient. She began to travel--or as many would call it, she was a "runaway"--at the age of thirteen, leaving her family far behind her, since they didn't approve of her antics. She spent her days hitching rides as cargo on planes and in the back of trains, hopping from place to place, exploring the world. Never once did she actually feel like she belonged in any one place. And then she received a letter claiming to have the perfect accommodations for her. A school for the gifted. And Karis was certainly gifted...

Personality:
For the most part, Karis is rather calm and laid back. She prefers a quiet setting--the dark is always welcome--where she's able to think and daydream without interruption. She reads often and writes even more often; quiet places are usually the most comfortable. The best sort of setting to allow her thoughts to run rampant. She's witty and sarcastic and nearly always has something to say and is very outspoken. She's the type to lay down the line and speak her mind, no matter how much it may or may not hurt someone else. She's honest to a fault--brutally so, even, and her mouth often gets her into trouble, but it also seems to work in her favor. Karis is able to talk her way out of almost any situation and many find her rather persuasive.

Sample RP: From another site I am a member of. Bare with me. I went crazy. XD
Whilst Karis usually wasn't one to read the Daily Prophet, she'd been doing just that a lot recently...ever since Maps had brought the article about her meeting with Troy last week to her attention. She hadn't been expecting such an article, and didn't even remember seeing cameras there, but whether she'd seen paparazzi or not, they'd managed to get a picture of their interlude and wrote of how Troy would have to be extremely cautious within the next few weeks to avoid some sort of...mutiny, for a lack of a better word. Karis almost took the article as a personal blow, but refused to allow such a thing get to her head. Violetta, on the other hand, would be quite displeased with the display, she was sure.

Karis' encounter with Troy was far greater than she had expected. Too much of their short past together came flying back to her at one time, and she was beginning to realize just how badly she had missed Troy altogether. And now there was news of his upcoming marriage to the one girl Karis couldn't seem to win anything against. It was unfair of Karis to be so angry and hateful toward the Ravenclaw graduate, but she couldn't help it. She'd managed to get everything Karis had ever wanted, and even the things she didn't. Maps, for example, had been one of those many things, or well...people, she'd wanted. Granted, Violetta had him first, but Karis had never liked how the girl had never been around. Now Karis was only friends with the vampire, but it didn't matter. The point was...Violetta had him. And when Karis had moved on, she thought she'd never have to deal with the blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty again...until she'd lost Troy, too. And now it was Violetta marrying the could-be Minister of Magic. How was that fair?

The girl was becoming an infection; an incurables disease that was sweeping through the wizarding world. She was captivating hearts faster than Karis had first realized, and she definitely didn't like the fact that she had such a huge influence on Maps and Troy Evremonde. Karis had never met the girl, but she was certainly looking forward to it now. She wasn't sure what she was like. Perhaps she was a sweet girl. Perhaps not. But Karis wasn't about to wait and find out. No...if she was going to get what she wanted...she was going to have to keep herself from getting too friendly with the girl. She wouldn't let anyone get in her way this time, and if that meant Karis had to be cold and bitter toward Violetta, she would be. The last thing Karis was worried about was making the enchanting Violetta Burke an enemy. Karis hated the idea of Troy marrying the woman, and if she had it her way...he wouldn't be at all. She was determined to end this marriage before it even began. Such deviant thoughts for such a surprisingly sweet Slytherin girl, but Karis figured it was high time she started acting like the Slytherin she should have been years ago.

This time around, Karis was on a mission. She longed to see Troy again. She wasn't completely sure why, but she didn't care. All she knew was that she felt something when she saw him that day. She felt butterflies in her stomach and her heart speed up like it always had before whenever running into Troy...whenever she was in his presence. And now it only seemed stronger. She hadn't even touched him...not even a shake of the hand in greeting, but the thought of him alone and the sound of his voice was enough to send her into a frenzy she couldn't explain, and Maps seemed almost positive that Troy wanted her too. Of course, they still hated each other and hadn't talked in years, (For how would it look to all of the wizarding world if they knew that their possible future Minister of Magic had a wickedly handsome vampire for a brother?), but that didn't matter whatsoever. He still seemed sure of it. Karis wasn't taking any chances, however. She wanted to find out herself, and the only way she thought she could pull that off without suspicion and the papers going crazy, was to sneak into his office at the Ministry.

But how would she do that? Luckily for Karis, writing was not her only talent. She'd been studying potions since she was in Hogwarts, and when she had graduated, she'd continued her studies to better understand the art. She used them for all sorts of things: Faster plant growth, healthier foods, wake-aids for those long nights stuck writing without any sleep...even one to rid herself of those awful morning hang-overs from her many months drinking relentlessly and passing out, only to wake with the biggest headaches she'd ever had. Because of this profound ability to create just about any potion perfectly in her own kitchen, Karis had decided on a certain plan of action: A ployjuice potion. They were horridly simple, but would do just the trick. She needed to get past all Troy's colleagues unseen, and the paparazzi always situated at the entrances and around the more important Ministry workers in order to see Troy again. The only way she could do so without looking suspicious, (as she suspected she would if she wandered in covered from head to toe in a dark cloak), was to look and act like Violetta Burke. Be Violetta Burke, and that required the polyjuice potion, and, unfortunately, this unwanted luncheon. All she had to do now was figure out how to get her hair...

Still...she had come prepared with a pair of scissors in her shoulder bag if it came down to having to cut the girl's hair while she wasn't paying attention. Quite honestly she hoped it wouldn't come down to such a thing, and instead hoped stray pieces of her hair would simply fall from her hair and stick to the seat so Karis could collect the golden strands once Violetta had departed. That seemed likely. Karis' hair seemed to fall out all over the place too, which was why she had to be just as careful. She doubted the girl would think to do the same thing she was doing, but then again...love did strange things to even the most proper and elegant people. Maps had told Karis that he'd run into Violetta some time ago, just around the same time she had run into Troy, so it was logical, if Violetta still loved Maps, that she would want to see him, too, without photographers following her about and plastering their faces all over the Daily Prophet. Besides...once again...if the wizarding world knew of Maps Evremonde...Troy's chances at ever becoming anything more than a writer for the Daily Prophet was very slim, and unpromising.

So it was on this day that Karis stretched in her chair, quite ready to start her day and to meet the pristine girl who had stolen the hearts, dead and alive, of the two men she cared more for than anyone else in this God forsaken world. She had sent the owl the previous night, informing Violetta of her...eagerness to meet her in Diagon Alley for something to eat. She told the girl she only wanted to do so to explain the article in the Daily Prophet, despite the fact that that was far from the truth. As a matter of fact...Karis was quite pleased she was in the paper next to that man. She thought they looked brilliant together, though the last thing she wanted to do was ruin his chances at becoming the Minister of Magic all because she wanted him for her own. Then again...Karis was a popular, best-selling author. Surely, once the public got used to the idea, Troy would once again be on the fast track to the position. She had every ounce of faith in the man.

She sprang from her chair and stretched again, her arms high above her head, looking out the window of her loft apartment at the ever rising sun. She averted her eyes toward the bedside table and gazed at the glowing green numbers on her digital clock. It was just past eleven, and Karis was set to meet with Violetta at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor at twelve-thirty, which meant she had just a bit of time to burn. She'd already showered and dressed, deciding on a lovely pair of black slacks and a fancy sort of white cardigan, dressing her feet in toe-less, high heeled dress shoes. It was only proper to dress appropriately when dining with someone as important as the future wife of the could-be Minister of Magic, whether she liked the Ravenclaw graduate or not. She had to at least try to be civil with the girl if she was going to get what she wanted. Still, the thought of being polite when all she really wanted was to be horrible to the witch was making her stomach turn uncomfortably.

She sat again, staring at the parchment laying atop her table, words scrawled across the top of the first piece, her quill lying above it and an ink bottle, close to empty, resting ajar beside the quill. She capped off the jar as to not allow the ink within it to dry out while she was away from home and stood to her feet once more, smoothing out her slacks and grabbing her keys. She stopped in front of the full-length mirror and examined her figure, fluffing her hair up in the back, the dark curls calling to her mid-back, evenly cut and smelling of the finest of shampoos. Karis always blew her money on worthless items, but she really didn't mind. She was quite well-off, having sold millions of copies of her latest few books, most all of those becoming best sellers within their first week. It wasn't hard to write when you had an undying passion for it. Even during her worst days she managed to produce some of the best novels, which surprised her greatly. The muggles were taking a liking to her books now-a-days, so she had been writing a few fictional novels for them.

Figuring she had stalled enough, Karis turned once more to gaze at her digital alarm clock, the time reading eleven-forty-eight. She was leaving just in time and would arrive with about ten minutes to spare. It was always polite to be a bit earlier than the scheduled request time, especially since Karis had been the one to set up the meeting. She opened the door and grabbed a light jacket, just in case she'd need one, and headed out, locking up behind her and slowly making her way down to her car. She had set up residence in a muggle community, but was only going to stay for a short amount of time. It was easier to write for muggles when you were surrounded by them, or at least...it was easier for Karis. She gave a wave to the landlord and his daughter, who gave an "Aw" and pointed at her, turning to her father. "She's pwetty, daddy!" said the little girl. Karis figured she was no more than four years old. The girl's compliment was still a nice treat, and Karis gave her a small smile before leaving the building.

When she reached her car, she jumped inside, throwing the jacket onto the leather seat on the passenger side, and starting it, driving quite quickly to the Leaky Cauldron. It took her all of fifteen minutes to reach it, the clock on her car radio reading twelve-ten in the afternoon. Karis pulled into an alleyway next to the blackened Leaky Cauldron, watching as the many muggles shopping on the streets passed her by. None of them even noticed the pub at the corner, and she didn't even bother to look around before opening it's front door and heading inside where she was greeted by a barman. She had half hoped to see Maps sitting there, pouring drinks for the ridiculous wizards that chose to blow their money and their days on alcohol, but she really couldn't say anything, for she used to be in exactly their same position. But no, it wasn't Maps this time, though she figured that was because of the sun streaming through the windows. She sighed and continued to the back of the pub and proceeded to Diagon Alley, only pausing for one moment to sign a book for a fan.

In a matter of minutes she reached the little ice cream shop and took a seat, waiting for the waitress to waddle to her table. When finally she reached her, Karis asked her to place yet another menu in front of the empty seat across from herself, and she did so, giving her a confused sort of smile. Karis chuckled and told her she was expecting someone. The witch wandered away and Karis sat quite still, crossing one leg over the other and bouncing her foot up and down, waiting patiently for the blond-haired beauty she was to be meeting. It seemed the photographers already knew of Violetta Burke, for they were keeping a sharp eye on Karis and out for Violetta from two tables to her right. She smirked at them and turned away, staring into the streets for any sign of the future wife of that dashingly handsome man Karis loved so much.

Must be Cossu

[infamousobscenity]

First Name:
Danielle

Last Name:
Morne

Age:
Sixteen

Appearance:



History:

For all Danielle knew her parents didn't exist, sure she was brought into the world by them, but she hadn't seen them since she was five years old. They were either dead, or didn't want her. She didn't mind, she traveled around the world with her 10-years-older brother and tried to stray away from the topic of parents.

Her brother knew the truth though, the sneaky young boy he used to be had seen to much and was told to keep his mouth shut. He knew his mother had an affair with a younger man of seer-blood. When Danielle was born, their father had said it was odd that the young girl had flaming red hair and not dark hair like the rest of the family, but thought nothing of it.

Until the day she turned five that is. Danielle began having strange visions and soon enough their father started questioning their mother. One day she cracked, she fell to the floor in a weeping heap and began sprouting lies about being raped and various other obscenities. Danielle's brother, William, kept quiet for fear of his mothers wrath.

One day, their parents packed their bags and told them they were going on a short trip and that they would be back soon. They were sent to live with their grandmother while they waited. Hours, Days, Months, Years... They weren't coming back. William became withdrawn and quiet, leaving a confused Danielle forever questioning why their parents had left.

Not long after her tenth birthday, Danielle's grandmother died. Her brother decided he wanted to become an apprentice of a famous Auror and Danielle often tagged along as they traveled far from their home-country of France. When Danielle turned fifteen she was asked to return to their grandmothers cottage in the French countryside, and she did so grudgingly. William often writes letters to her, but she receives an acceptance letter from Beauxbatons that she didn't even know about.

Personality:

Danielle is a mysterious yet caring girl. She never talks about her past with anyone, unless she really trusts the person, her memories are locked away in the back of her mind. But this doesn't mean she keeps everything else locked up. She lives for the day and tries to be compassionate to those around her, often trying to help people with their problems so she wont have to deal with her own. When people get to know her closely she can often be quite chatty when she wants to be.

Curiosity and a Hot-Temper would have to be her flaws. The saying 'Curiosity killed the cat' would be about right in this situation. She sometimes sticks her nose in other peoples business, but at least she means well, she only wants to help. Her temper, well lets just say it's as fiery as her hair. When Danielle gets irritated or stressed she can often lash out at people but is slowly trying to control it.

Sample RP:

The young, red-head stamped her foot angrily against the floorboards of the vintage, French cottage. There was a rush of emotions inside her at once and she couldn't decide whether she was angry or happy. One thing she did know was that she was curious. Sure she knew magic, but she had never been to a school for witches and wizards before.

She currently held two letters in her hands, one from her brother, William, in her right and an acceptance letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in her left. In Williams letter he oh so graciously, without ever informing her first, told her that he had enrolled her in this Beauxbatons place so he wouldn't need to worry over her while he was away. She questioned the time when he had actually enrolled her, seeing as her acceptance letter and her brothers letter had arrived at the same time.

He also mentioned that the school she would attending was one of the most well-known wizarding schools in the world. As impressive as it seemed, Danielle had become accustomed to life in the cosy cottage she called home, that was tucked away in the scenic country-side of France. She also knew that once William decided something, he wouldn't change his mind and no one else could change it either.

With a scrunched up face and a growl of frustration, she put both letters on the kitchen table and moved over to the kettle to make herself some coffee, she sure as hell needed it. Later on she would sit down and write a long and detailed letter to her brother about how irritated she was with his decision, but she definitely wouldn't let him know that she was secretly excited, eager and very curious about this new school. After making her coffee, a slight sigh escaped her pale pink lips as she ascended the stairs to go and pack her bags.

Must be Cossu

[il0veparis]

First Name: Lauren
Last Name: Co
Age: 14
Appearance:
Lauren has long brown hair, which was black until she dyed it brown. She has black eyes, but she sometimes wear gray colored contact lenses. She has 2 dimples which makes her look cute.
History: Lauren is an Asian. She was born in Taiwan, but was brought to France at 8 by her parents. She couldn't get used to living in France. She was bullied by her schoolmates as she was the only Asian in the school. When she told her parents about the bullying, they decided that she would stop Muggles studies and let her stayed at home. For the few years, she was at home, preparing for Beauxbatons. Her parents bought her books to read and study. She was a natural genius; she didn't have to spend much time to digest all those books. She already knew quite a lot about magic when she received the letter to inform her that she had a place in Beauxbatons.
Personality: She looks confident, but she is actually afraid of failure and to disappoint people around her. She is very strict with herself, so that she will not let anyone down, her parents, friends and teachers. She levelheaded, book-smart and is very good with logic. She doesn't like day dreaming; she thinks it's a waste of time. She never strays off the path; she always keeps her attention focused on the job that must be done. She is very straightforward, not afraid to speak her mind. While talking with her enemy, she doesn't shout. But instead, she'll speak her sentence full of sarcasm, then mock him or her. However, she is caring towards all of her friends and will not hesitate to help them.
Sample RP: "Shame on you."

The three words kept repeating in her mind. She was getting dizzy. The cold, hard tone that he had use when saying those three words, was hammering her and made her feel uncomfortable. She was sweating and she couldn't breathe suddenly. She struggled very hard to breathe, clenching her fists tightly. Then, with a loud "Bam!", she fell off her bed. She continued to lie on the cold floor, didn't even try to stand up. Unknowingly, tears streamed down her face, onto the floor. She had a numb feeling inside her heart. Will she even exist once she stepped out of this room? She won't and she knew for sure.

From the very top, she fell to the very bottom. Nobody would try to help her up. She couldn't blame anyone else. It was her own fault. She trusted the wrong people, despite of all the warnings her old friends gave. Her old friends were kind, thoughtful and caring. But they had all gone. They gave up persuading her. Well, of course they would do that. She had dumped them in the first place, for those popular kids.

She was popular, but now, she was not popular anymore. But maybe famous. Famous for that pornography her popular 'friends' purposely leaked out. Ha.

I think you should add a little more to your history.