Sorting (Term Ten)

[vladdie]

First Name: Vlad
Last Name: Keegan
Age: 13
Appearance:

With Russian roots, Vlad has dark brownish hair that is relatively short and spiky. His eyes are a shade of brown like that of a milk chocolate candy bar. Vlad is relatively short and will stay that way. Currently he stands about five foot four inches. By 18 years old, he will reach a whopping five foot 9 inches. He tends to not like wearing his to the tradition of the school. He does wear his robes, however he will wear his t-shirt and jeans instead of the traditional dress up clothing under the robes.

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History:

((I am not sure what your year system is but i will play it our like current day or time))

Born 13 years ago, Vladimir Blake Keegan was born in London England with no roots of magic in either his mother or his family. His mothers family resides in Russia while his fathers family is native of the good ole English (Great Brittan). Vlad has been to Muggle Grade school and passed normally all classes. Once Vlad got into High School ((I think they call it College There)) he was a part of the Lacrosse team.

It was in high School that Vlad figured he was attracted to guys. (homosexual) Since then he had been trying to work on school and finding the right guy for him. It was around when he was 11 he was accepted to his first magical School in London. Hogwarts. He decided that he would go there for a year. After being somewhat sick and just really not into the whole Hogwarts experience after one term his family moved to France for his fathers new business layover. He looked and looked and found Beauxbattons school was available.....

Personality:

Vlad Keegan is a typical boy. He likes to be crazy. He is like no one you will ever meet. He likes to boast about being Russian. His friends are priorities, but not as big as that of his family. Vlad can get mad easily at silly things, thus the curse of being Russian. He tends to have a hyper side of him alot of the time. He will make every minute you spend with him fun.

On the other hand, Mr. Keegan can also be the very opposite than above when he has been put into sticky situations. Relationships where another guy will cheat or do something stupid in front of, Vlad will become a dark soul. He will reach out and moan and groan to people he sometimes doesn't know. At this point he will demand sympathy. But in the end he will prevail as the happy and mostly hyper Vlad Keegan

Sample RP:

Vlad sighed as he was about to enter his second magic school. He had already spent a term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but due to his father having job movements with his company. He waited in line to be sorted. He remembered he was a Hufflepuff when he was at Hogwarts. He never forgot this. He had kept his patch from his old school robes and always kept it pinned with safety pins to the back pocket of his jeans to remind him of that school. He smiled as he stepped closer to the sorting cloak.

He remembered his Sorting at Hogwarts. It wasn't a cloak but a hat. That had a mouth. He was still unsure about Magic but if Hogwarts, which was a fine class school, was able to accept him he must have had amazing potential. Again he stepped closer to the sorting cloak. He then remembered about his Ex Boyfriend Jay. 'What a looser' he thought to himself, 'but i really still kinda loved him. Although he ticket me off by making out with another girl in front of me. I never really had the chance to give it to her for steeling him.... not only was it her fault that he left me. I also didn't get to see my family. Also i got chewed out when i came home to come here' he thought as he groaned at some of the memories he had.

He stepped up. It was his turn next. He smiled and flattened his hair thinking it was standing up which it always did because he always had it kinda spiky and gelled. Then he sighed looked at his right butt cheek to look at his Hufflepuff crest that was safety pinned to his jeans. He then sighed '... this is it Vladdie, its all going to change.' he smiled as he thought this and then BOOM it was time. He stepped up and put on the cloak and awaited for his new house to be associated with.

I think Rouerie is the place for you!

[aurelierousseau]

First Name: Aurelia

Last Name: Rousseau

Age: 18 (Born in December)

Appearance: Standing at 5'3, Marcie is a rare beauty. Being the daughter of a half veela from America. She weighs about 123 give or take and has beautiful dark Grey eyes, that seem to have a purple/blue tent to them. She had high cheek bones and thin eyebrows, elegantly arched and dark brown hair which is something she inherited from her father, though very unusual on a Veela, being only A quarter veela this is possible
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History: Born to Ralph Rousseau and Aurora Isabelle Rousseau. Aurora died giving birth to Aurelia's Little sister, Anabelle. Lia was very torn over the fact that Her mother was dead and at the young age of Five she could not comprehend that it was not Anabelle's fault. For years she grew up to hate Belle for taking her mother away and it was her letter to Beauxbatons that changed things. Jealous, Belle ran into the forest close to the Rousseau mansion.

Lia at first refused to acknowledge her angry sister, but as the night began to fall and she instantly went to find him. Her father who was not as noble as he portrayed tried to stop his oldest daughter but she snapped at him and made him back off. When she found Belle she was being attacked by a Werewolf. After that night Belle and Lia where as close as any sister. Anyone to mess with her is in for a very bad time.

Personality: Lia is your typical Pure blood. So needless to say she is not one to prance around with muggles and wear muggle cloths. She is very elegant and graceful, and is always on time. She is cold to those below her, and kind and proper when it matters.

She has not been the most open person with her heart since her mother died and she hates charity. She hates posers, and show offs, and most of all PRANKS.

She is very serious person and loves people who work hard and are ambitious and passionate about what they do. She HATES lazy people and people who think they are better then her. She the epitome of a Pure blooded Queen and she like to get her way and hates to be told no. She is very manipulative and a great actress.

Sample RP: Lia watched carefully as her Little sister sat with her house mates. Belle was a lot like their mother had been. She smiled as the feast continued and the new students were sorted. She remebered her own sorted. She snorted at the memory, she had been so small, and scared. It had been the only time that she had ever let her emotions Rule her. She had a few friends, not many but enough to get by with. She loved the school, it was home and that was all that mattered.

She was shocked out of her thoughts by Belle. Who had come over and sat beside her, a fresh bruise on her arm. Aurelia narrowed her eyes and covered the bruise with her sisters sleeve, there father was not as nice as he put on and sometimes he got a bit violent. Some day though she would make him pay.

Must be Sournois

[storm]

First Name: Storm

Last Name: Reign

Age: Seventeen

Appearance:


History:
Storm had an easy life, her father and mother spoiled her for the most part. She learned how to be a lady yet rebelled against them for trying to set a structured life for her. She was the kind of person that liked to do things for herself and do whatever she wanted to do. From the time she turned five till the time she was ten, Storm was home schooled by her grandmother while her parents worked. Her father was a lawyer and her mother was a Ministry worker. At the age of eleven, Storm received a letter from Hogwarts accepting her into the school. When her parents heard the news, they were grateful.

When she first arrived, she learned the tricks of the Slytherin trade very quickly and was soon under way. Storm struggled the first four years of school, merely passing her classes by the skin of her teeth, eventually she made it and by her fifth year, she began to excel in her studies. Storm realized that she wasn't going to be some bump on a log and be a spoiled brat for long. She wanted to prove to her parents that she does have what it takes to make it through school without having them stand by her as if they were holding her hand and making sure she passes. No, Storm wouldn't have that. She was smart and she had the ability to do things, while still having fun doing what Slytherin students did best.

Still goofing off in Hogwarts, her father decided it was time for a change in scenery and moved his family to France. This meant for Storm that she would never be around her friends from Hogwarts again and the fact that she would now have to start over at Beauxbatons. As her family found a home close to the outskirts of the academy, she made herself comfortable since they wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

Personality:
When you first meet Storm, you may find her to be a stuck up or snobby kind of woman because of the way she carries herself. Always having her head held high in superiority. She may also look rude and sound inconsiderate as well as a very outspoken woman. Storm is one of those kinds of people that don't really give a rats behind about much but herself. She's honest and straight to the point, will not sugar coat anything for nobody. She doesn't take kind to dishonest and disrespectful people, I would hate to be you if you are either to her. She has a fiery attitude and isn't afraid to put you in your place. Intelligent with the potential to achieve pretty much anything she wants as long as she puts her mind to it. At times she can be sarcastic and overly confident, but that's just who she is.

Storm is simple and enjoys the finer things in life as well as the simple things too. She's pretty complicated if you ask me. She at times can be pretty darn stubborn and can really get under someone's skin. Very quick-tempered and easily provoked, her judgment has been known to disappear, and Storm has found herself blinded with rage and quite revengeful. She's very driven and knows what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it. Once you get to know her, she really isn't all that bad. She tends to grow on people too, you'd be surprised. Due to her strong worth ethic, Storm works hard to help students understand the importance of education and how it will affect them in their future. Sometimes it's hard to believe that she thinks of everything and everyone before herself and some may not see it that way, but those who have been around her know.

So give her time. There have been times more often than not, where she can be just as sweet but with other intentions. For the most part she does like to carry on interesting conversations with pretty much anyone. She likes to joke around or sometimes when she's in a really good mood, she'll play practical jokes on anyone. Storm has a fun side to her, you just have to catch her in the right mood. You can tell her moods by the way she begins her class. If there is a slight smirk on her face, it's going to be a good day, if there isn't there's a fifty fifty chance. So word to the wise, be careful. Storm works hard to be a perfectionist, though she realizes that no one is perfect, So she tries to get as close to perfection as possible. Sometimes she takes on more than she can handle, but she does manage to get what needs to be done, done.

When put in situations, she observes and listens before coming to a solution. She finds it easier to be put on the spot when making decisions. Like split second decisions. Most of the time she acts upon instinct because normally it's right. Under pressure her mind goes into over time. Having the trait of guilt and making herself feel responsible for most everything that goes wrong, Storm doesn't always feel as determined as she would like to, but she's able to recover easily and be just as headstrong as she's always been. Storm is very persistent in everything she does. In her eyes, there is no room for failure. She often tends to keep things bottled up. Her feelings are hers, and hers only. So if you end up getting an ear full of what she's feeling, consider yourself lucky.

Sample RP:

Storm walked up the steps of the summer home her parents use to own, that was until they had handed over the deed and keys to Storm after she had graduated from Hogwarts. Having never been to this home before, the young woman was interested to see exactly what the inside looked like. Hopefully things within would be to her liking otherwise there would definitely have to be changes made. See, She lives in a small apartment in London and didn't take much interest in the home until now. She had a lot of things back at her parents home, the home she grew up in that she needed to get out of there and her belongings in the apartment in London.

The movers packed up her stuff at her parents home and at her apartment and moved them into the home for her so that she didn't have to lift a finger. The only thing she had to worry about was putting things together. Unlocking the door with the key, Storm opened the door to quite a surprise. There were four young house elves that were putting her belongings away for her, a smile crossed her lips as she entered into the home. Her home. It was exactly to her liking, green and silver, dark and cozy, perfect for her and just the way she liked it. Interestingly, a house elf came up to Storm with a glass of fire whiskey for her to sit and relax. Taking the glass and walked passed the elf and sat down in a crush velvet green chair.

"Now to relax and look over the floor plans." just as fast as she said it, another elf handed her the floor plans for the home. "Ahh, lovely." she said putting the glass down on the table next to the chair and opened the plans up. What she was really doing was figuring out a place to hold meetings with a possibility of reuniting the Death Eaters back together. It was worth a shot and she was willing to put herself on the line just to do it. Six hours passed and it was around eight o'clock in the evening, still looking over the plans on which room to make her secret room, one of her elves came to her with another glass of fire whiskey and something to eat. "I'm not hungry take it back." she demanded.

The elf looked at her pleadingly to eat something, Storm was one who didn't eat often and when she did it was light. Sighing heavily, she took the plate of food from the elf and dug in. Shockingly it was pretty good, so now she was eating, drinking and looking over each room carefully. Something caught her eye on the basement floor plan. "Hey.. uhh..whatever your name is, what's this right here?" she asked curiously. The elf came up to her "Ms. Storm, that is a hideaway. Sort of like a safe place to go if in danger. I could show you, if Ms. Storm would like that." the small elf said to her. Raising her eyebrow, she put her plate next to her drink and stood up from the chair. "Show me." she said in a demanding tone.

The elf nodded and led her to the basement, going around a couple of bends, they made it to the hideaway. "It's right here Ms. Storm. To open it, you must pull the Tomb down and to the right." the elf explained. Storm looked down at the elf in a suspicious way, but did exactly as explained. Sure enough the entrance to the hideaway pushed in and slid to the side. "Interesting." she said quietly. Extracting her wand, "Lumos !" she called out as the tip of her wand lit up the room. Walking further in, the house elf followed her and began to light the torches in the room to give her more light to see by. "Nox," she said watching the tip of her wand extinguish the light. "So this is it huh?" she inquired.

"Nothing more than just an empty room." the house elf beside her looked up at her and shook his head "No Ma'am. It's not an empty room. It's just an illusion. Here let me show you." he said as he snapped his fingers and the illusion unveiled a room filled with many dark art items. Items that haven't been seen for over thousands of years. "Oh wow.." Storm said shockingly with her hand over her mouth. "Jackpot. This is exactly what I need." she shrieked in laughter. She couldn't believe her eyes, it was perfect. "Alright, this will do great for my meeting room. Clean it up and put things on shelves and case them in protective glass. I don't want anything to happen to them." she said as she turned about and began to make her way back up to the room she was in earlier.

Returning to the chair, she sat down in satisfaction and began to finish her dinner and drink her fire whiskey. There was a lot to get done, so she wanted to make sure everything was in order before she began to make preparations.

I almost put Sournois, but I think Rouerie instead.

[The Sorting Cloak]

Ok everyone who was able was sorted. If you weren't sorted then repost your application in the term eleven sorting thread, but make sure to fix what I asked you to fix first!