Sorting (Term Ten)

[opal]

Name: Opal Feroce
Age: 16

Image:
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History:
Opal was born in the city of Montpelier, France. She is a pure-blood. Her parents were caught up in the pure-blood mania. They were constantly telling her that she wasn't good enough, or pretty enough, or skinny enough. They were always concerned about her physical appearance, they were rich and had an image to uphold. They only let her mingle with the other pure-blood children who were rude and cruel to her.

She ran away to her aunts house(still in Montpelier) when she was 10. Her aunt took her in and protected her. Her aunt also had 2 daughters. Brigitte the oldest being 13 and Chantal who was her age (10) and was like a sister to her. Her confidence grew while she was with them.

Her aunts' house was near the Mu see Fabre. She spent much of her time there, walking around captivated by the artwork. She loves muggle paintings because they capture a moment in time freezing it so when you choose to look at it again it is the same.
She is an amazing artist and singer. She is very into poetry and reading. Not so much writing though. She is smart and beautiful.

Personality:
She is personable if she is on her own and in a new setting, otherwise she keeps to herself and her closest friends. She is not very outgoing but feels like she needs to prove herself so she acts like she is. For the same reason she acts strong, brave, and confident. She is very stubborn and independent. She will not stand for something against her values and morals. She is kind and mature with a great sense of humor. She wont do anything that she doesn't think is fun or interesting.

Always living in the moment, she is determined to live life to the fullest. Despite the living in the moment thing she does think things through. Sometimes to much or not enough. She never cries unless alone. She feels that it is a sign of weakness and vulnerability. She doesn't often open up to people. She keeps her secrets secret, afraid of someone using them against her, desperate not to get hurt. She can also get cynical. Is very flirtatious though does it subconsciously.

RP:
You were at the beach looking for some inspiration for a new sketch. You saw a boy lounging under a tree reading a book. He looked inspiring enough. You decided to focus on him and not draw his surroundings. When you got a better look at his face you blushed seeing how handsome he was. It took a while to get the perfect eye color, a light blue that was almost stormy. His features were perfectly balanced and his hair was a little messy and hanging in front of his eyes.

He seemed to notice your gaze and looked up at you. He smiled and you smiled back. He started to walk over to you. You got a little nervous. Just then you heard Chantal calling your name. *ugh why did she have to come now?* You asked yourself as you got up. With a smile and a small wave to the handsome boy you followed your cousins voice.

When you met up with her you saw an envelope in her hand. She was smiling at you. you took the envelope and tore it open. It was your letter for Beauxbatons! You had dreamed of going there forever.

Must be Cossu

[lucinda]

First Name: Lucinda

Last Name: Chaplin

Age: Fifteen

Appearance:


History: Kade and Ivy Wallace were just two of many excellent Aurors of their age. Kade's quick agility and Ivy's swift wrist and wand movements made them nearly invincible against any Death Eater. Unfortunately, three short years after the birth of Lucinda, Ivy Wallace was viciously murdered by some of the top Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort's strongest supporters. Her death came as a real shock for Kade, especially considering that it happened right in front of his eyes. He retired his Auror job and upheld a top position in the Department of Mysteries ever since.

Lucinda was taught how to defend herself since the age of five, same with her younger brother, Carlisle (whom was not even a year old at the time of his mother‘s death). Even though she could not use a wand at that time, Kade taught her the hasty and prompt movement of defense, and when she was old enough he taught her basic resistive spells. As Lucinda grew older, she knew that her father was a bit paranoid after what happened to her mother. She learned to go along with the lessons, however. It wasn't hard, for she had her father's agility and her mother's swiftness. She enjoyed learning, as well, so it was not a boring task for her.

When she received her letter of acceptance into Beauxbtons, she jumped for joy. She couldn't wait to dive into the magical academics...

Personality: Slouching on the old sofa, head bent low in concentration as the words on the page turned into visions of a small boy in ragged clothing stands lost in the woods with his dragon as his only companion. Silence surrounds the two characters as they slowly and inconspicuously start forward. They had been running from the Kyran, an evil group of dragon hunters. Lucinda can feel the suspense - she knew that the Kyran had to be near, it was only logical. Her deep reverie was abruptly interupted as a crowd of excited third years bustle into the library after their first Hogsmeade trip. Disgruntled, swiftly packed her belongings in her bag, marked the page in her book, and stalked out of the library.

That's how Lucinda loved to spend some days - just relaxing and reading a good, suspenseful story. She was a bookworm and was not afraid to admit it to anyone. She usually always carried around a reading book in her bag and sometimes did not mind simply reading her History of Magic textbook, which was the least bit exciting in many ways. As she turned the corridor, she nearly ran headlong into two other girls - some of her fellow friends. They informed her that Quidditch practice was going on down in the Quidditch pitch. Rejuvenated, Lucinda thanked them, turned on her heel, and walked briskly in the other direction.

Quidditch happened to be the other thing she loved. She definitely was not a fan of crowds or loud noises, but she would not miss a Quidditch game for anything (so Quidditch was her one and only exception). She was not part of the house team yet, but she would not mind trying out. She just needed the courage to. She attended every school game and when she had time she would attend some practices, too. She would play with her friends occasionally, and they would always compliment her on her agility, saying that she would make a very good chaser.

Lucinda is a typical, everyday witch. Some may say this is an understatement, for her thirst for adventures can get her into trouble sometimes. She is not afraid to speak her mind or defend herself, nor does she have trouble standing up for others as well. She is dogmatic but is up for a good debate any day.

Sample RP: Her fervor for the school year augmented with every passing day. Her knowledge extended with every class, despite the ones she loathed to attend. She was only in her first year, and yet she felt that she had found a new home which she could explore hidden worlds within. The possibilities at Beauxbatons were never-ending, and for the elated soul that ran wild within Lucinda, she was more than satisfied.

Through the unfamiliar passageways she went, maneuvering passed groups of students congregated in the most inappropriate spots. They paid her no attention as she passed, and she returned the favor. There were those who loved her spirit and loathed it. She learned to live at peace with those she could be at war with, and continued on her way.

Exiting the passageway, she traveled down the stairs, saying simple greetings in passing towards the paintings who longed for company. She did not have the time to spare for polite conversation, but she decided to give them some sort of communication. Most were jovial at her attempts, others finding her a nuisance. She grinned and continued on.

Her mission was to get to the Great Hall...

Hmmm, some things point to Cossu. But I think I see more Rouerie...

[campbell]

First Name:
Bane

Last Name:
Johnson

Age:
16

Appearance:


History:
Bane Johnson was just another 16 year old kid or at least that was the way it seemed. He lived a seemingly normal life in England with his parents Mr Aidan Johnson and Mrs Sharmell Johnson. For one reason or another bane never could fit in at school, others saw him wired and he was constantly an outsider trying to look in but, all he ever saw as darkness. At the age of 15 Bane finally found somewhere that he fitted in; The Senators, the local American Football team playing in the Northern Conference of the British American Football League. He’d never played the sport before but had watched it on television whenever he could. He found the game beginning to become his life; his team mates becoming a second family to him and his hands becoming a magnet to the ball.

However, his whole life would be tipped on its head when he received a letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Bane refused to believe what he read; he’d never seen so much rubbish in his life but his “parents” had confirmed it. They sat him down and finally came clean after 16 years of living a line Bane is told that he wasn’t actually the son of Aidan and Sharmell but merely adopted. Nobody knew what happened to his real parents although days after they brought what was then a baby Bane home they received a mysterious letter claiming he was a wizard. At that time the Johnson family simply laughed at this apparent slander, discarding the letter but, they’d always been wary of anything magical about their adopted sun but, neglected to the true wizard within him.

Now Bane finds his world completely collapsed as he must leave behind him everything he had even the true friends he had only recently acquired. He comes to Beauxbatons shaken and confused with, so many questions but no words to ask.

Personality:
Even though he mostly excluded through childhood by other children he was always one who loved sports and craved competition. This lead to him joining The Senators which, only fed this craving for competition. Whether this is a good thing or a bad thing nobody is sure because the craving for competition can lead him into an impossible battle or help him overcome a huge boundary. Bane is a fairly intelligent individual who tries to abide by the philosophy of brains over brawn but sometimes he just can’t help himself. However with his intense football training being enforced upon him, Bane found a very strong inner discipline inside of himself which keeps him focused 99% of the time. His smarts also allow him to have a razor sharp wit with the ability to cut open any verbal foe. Included with the wit is the ability to think of something just like that using absolutely anything as a stimulus. His main weakness however is anyone relatively attractive and female. Bane just can’t help but try and mingle with the opposite sex and this may lead him to naivety or a problem.

Sample RP:
Bane looks up to the dark sky, the twinkling stars like thousands of unknown eyes watching his every movement. He looks across to the mysterious girl sitting with some sort of book under the tree, using the pure moonlight as her torch. How could he ever approach such a girl? After all he was just some football player and she was so much more. Her hair would sway with the tune the birds would whistle, her smile would light up the darkest corners of the deepest pits and her eyes would sparkle like the purest of diamonds.

The wind blows stronger as the night grows thicker, the darkness nestling into every last nook and cranny now. Bane didn’t want to retreat into the indoors though, he didn’t want to prance in the freedom of the outdoors either though; he wanted to relax in the comfort of her arms but that would never be. Bane tightens the grip he was on the single red rose despite the fact he didn’t even attempt to talk to her he feels crushed. His head now firmly down he takes one glance back to the tree to see her still contently reading by the grace of the moon. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to be there next to her but, thanks to his nerves there was nothing he could do.

Bane opts to retreat to the warmth of the indoors after deciding he just couldn’t go up and talk to her; at least not at the present moment in time. It was getting late now so it would probably be best if he was quiet in case there were people trying to get to sleep. His footsteps are slow and soft up the granite steps that lead to the monstrous wooden door with the brass handle. Bane turns the handle gently as he pushes the door open. Closing it gently behind him, Bane feels his arm bump into something or rather someone. “Oh I’m sorry” he says cautiously hoping his speech was not too loud.

Must be Rouerie

[bethany]

First Name: Bethany Anne

Middle Name: Manson

Last Name: Stelvetta

Age: Sixteen sweet candles

Appearance: Brittany Kramer
Beth is a unique girl when it comes to her appearance. She weighs 110 lbs and her height is 5'5". Since Beth is a metamorphmagus, she can change how she looks and her hair color by emotion. Also Beth can be a little self-conscious when it comes to her weight and height, since tall and lean runs in her family. So Beth might sometimes go crazy by putting on really heavy sweaters in the fall or winter. Beth also has piercings on her lip and a belly ring, plus one tattoo that say "SPEAK your MIND" on her lower back. All in all Beth really appreciates how she looks and who she is.

History:

Bethany Anne is 16 and was born on January 5th, 1992 in Germany, to Eileen Marie Stelvetta and Nigel Louise Stelvetta. Of course like most parents it was their happiest day of their lives to have a baby girl. So to celebrate her home-coming, the Stelvetta family went on a vacation by traveling to all the sights in Germany. Nigel Stelvetta had bought a beach house by the nearest beach that was on the country side of Germany. The Stelvetta family lived there until Bethany had turned three years old, not knowing that they had stayed in that beach house for far too long than just the summer. So Nigel had suggested to Eileen to pack-up and go home.

Since they were in the Muggle world, magic wasn't even thought of. So as Nigel and Eileen were packing, they started to here water splashing hard against the rocks, so Nigel looked outside to find that there were probably going to be a tsunami or a tornado. Even though they weren't finished packing they gathered their stuff that was packed and ran with three year old Beth. Beth was too young to know what was happening so she just had a blank stare. Before you knew it Nigel was captured by the waves and sunk into the water; Eileen with tears in her eyes and Beth saying "daddy". Everything after that went blank. When that all ended Eileen knew she couldn't raise a child so she gave her to an orphanage right near the house that Beth lived before she came to the beach-house.

After six years in the old, rotten orphanage, it was finally Beth's ninth birthday and as a birthday wish she asked for a family that would adopt her. Since the day of that tsunami, Beth doesn't know who she really is only that she's Muggle, since she wasn't exposed to the Wizarding world. So as her birthday passed by her wish was granted. A family named Carter had come in to the orphanage to adopt a young girl. The lady was slightly chubby and the man was huge and old-looking. After a few minutes they chose Bethany, and she was happy now but when she turned 11, they treated her like she was a rat. Muriel Carter and Allen Carter were her adoptive parents and they had an older son who is one-year older than Beth.

Besides the trouble with her adoptive family, she had love problems too. Beth was having a summer romance on a boy that was her age that lived next door. So Beth took a chance with him and they became one. After a four months her boyfriend Chance, was treating her like dirt. He would boss her around, have her do work for him and not care whether she got hurt or not. Of course after a week of horrible treatment from her former family and boyfriend, she dumped Chance. By doing that she made her situation worst, because they were in a huge argument and he threatened her that he would be watching her. Since she had no friends she couldn't tell that to anyone.

After that Beth had stayed in the house for a month and never came out cause she was scared if Chance might take her or something. So of course the Carters asked her if she can do some shopping for them in town (they were too lazy). Sadly Beth had to agree so she took a cab to town where she crossed this weird store in the corner that looked like it says Stelvetta. Beth then went inside and found an old lady, she introduced herself and while she was there she saw pictures of her mother. Beth suddenly realized that that was her grandmother, so Beth stayed there for an hour learning about who she really was, a wizard who's a metamorphmagus and that was also the answer to why her hair color was changing and why she felt strange inside whenever she got mad.

After that Grandmother Rosemary gave her an owl and the other groceries that her Muggle family needed, and told Beth to meet her here with all her stuff, tomorrow. Beth was finally going to a Wizarding school called Beauxbatons that Grandmother Rosemary told her about (since she should learn magic sooner than later). But inside, Beth was still afraid of Chance her past boyfriend and wondered if that could get in the way.

Personality:

Beth is a quiet girl with a lot of creative interest in her life, like art, music, poetry and reading. Beth is a very sweet and kind girl if you get to know her. She was underestimated by her former family and her past boyfriend. She was tortured and bossed around. She had no friends except for the arts and her male owl Kenal. Since Bethany has no way of expressing how she feels and no one to tell how she feels, she turned to music and poetry and soon she got into art and reading novels. She was so passionate about what she did that she would sometimes give her drawings to people near her grandmother's shop.

Even though Beth has a lot of good traits like being nice, caring, or being passionate about something can also be bad. Beth has a habit of sometimes being nice to who ever she sees, since she doesn't have that much experience around people and doesn't know who looks like they could be good or bad. Just like the accident with Chance. Also being passionate about something is really good, but Beth sometimes takes it too far and when she hands out her drawings to people they don't take it and she would get really mad and sad, that the next person would buy it because she looked sad, and then she'll get happy again.

Other traits that Beth has are being curious, sometimes getting a bit too angry, being stubborn and making wrong decisions. Beth can be curious when it comes to guys that she likes. For example Chance, she thought that he was nice but turned out to be a piece of crap. When Beth was going through her argument she had with Chance, she got really angry that she would speak her mind, and that would only happen when she tries to stand up for herself. Another thing is that she could make wrong decisions like everyone does, and again one wrong decision was falling in love with Chance. It's sad that Beth can't express herself or be herself and show her bubbly and fun personality, without anyone criticizing her, but she gets through it day by day.

Sample RP:

It was a long afternoon working for her former parents by cleaning and fixing food. When suddenly Beth heard the rage of her father's voice. "Beth go to the store and get some groceries for us!" shouted Mr. Carter from down stairs. Quickly, Beth got ready and waited for a cab outside, and when it came Beth rushed in. In about 20 minutes, Beth was in town. She walked through stores and got three bags filled with groceries. As Beth walked towards a bus stop she crossed a weird looking store. She looked up and read, "Stelvett?"

So Beth walked in the old store, cautiously. "Why, hello darling. Here to buy something?" said an old lady that worked there. Ignoring her, Beth looked around the shop and saw photos of a young girl that looked like Beth's mother when she was young. Forgetting that the lady who greeted her Beth said, "Oh, no I was just looking. Um, these pictures look like my mom, Eileen Marie Stelvetta."

After saying that the lady whose name was Rosemary, looked at Bethany suspiciously. "Are you by any chance Bethany Anne Manson Stelvetta?" asked Rosemary. Bethany just stood with a blank stare and nodded."Then you might not know that your mother was a great wizard and your father too."

"Wizard!?"

Rosemary looked surprised and said, "Well you don't know you're a wizard? Sad. Come Bethany sit down, I'll tell you a story." So Beth carefully placed her bags down on the floor and sat next to Rosemary, who she found out was her grandmother. Next Grandmother Rosemary started telling Beth about wizards and witches, heroes and villians, creatures and this one wizarding school called Beauxbatons. Bethany had so many questions and didn't know where to start, but then she just kept listening to the wonderful stories her grandmother was saying.

The personality she shows to others would be Cossu. But the real her is definitely Rouerie.

[damien]

First Name:

Damien Alexander

Last Name:

Rose

Age:

Eighteen

Appearance:

History:

Damien Rose was born to Lynn and Joseph Rose on August 21, 1989. He was raised in a small Rhode Island town, but had a large home thanks to his father’s career. Growing up, Damien sort of shied away from the family and began to somewhat live his own life. He went to parties, got into the drinking scene at a young age, and didn’t really speak with his family about anything. He felt confined in that large home and didn’t like feeling unwanted.

His cousin, Leah, revealed her powers to him through a letter when she had arrived in Beauxbatons. It truly explained why he had suddenly set his kitchen on fire the previous week. He had magical blood him. His parents never said anything about being witches or wizards, but he had to have some ancestor who was. Leah offered him a place in her home in France and it was there that he too received his letter of acceptance for Beauxbatons.

Personality:

Damien is pretty down to earth. He doesn’t strive for attention or anything like that. A majority of the time, he would rather be alone and not hang out with anyone. He enjoys spending his time writing music and that’s about all.

He is also a bit of a flirt. For some reason, though, he never has been able to just commit to one girl. He only had one real girlfriend before in his life, and even then, he felt like he was too confined. After a while he broke up with her. He just likes playing the field.

Sample RP:

Damien couldn't help but wonder whether he was sleep walking as he made his way towards The Grub Pub. Up at six, and still on his feet? Not something that he usually be caught doing. Especially in his grubby old vans, but what could you do? He liked his vans, sure he did, but they didn't look exactly 'street wear' now that the black and red checkers had faded. But still, they were as comfy as hell, and they seemed to have stopped him from collapsing on the ground so far.

But why was he here? That's the funny bit. Well, as funny as being woken at six in the morning gets. New roomies, what could you do? They always seemed to want to help you with your morning shower. Frankly though, Damien hadn't exactly appreciated having freezing water poured over him. 'Specially when he hadn't found his hoodie for bed [yes, it got a bit nippy didn't it?] and had only worn his boxers to bed that night. Perhaps that had been part of the plan, but when he had realized that the sheets wouldn't be dried until the elves or whatever did the washing in this school cleaned them, he wouldn't be able to get into his duvet again. Bummer or what?

Anyway, enough of mourning, since Damien had just pushed open the door to the pub with a hip, his hands now stuffed moodily into the pockets of his jeans. Skinnies of course. Damn had they given him trouble trying to get his hands in, but now that they were, he seemed to not want to get them out for anything, especially not for opening doors. All he wanted now was to hide out, after having seen his roommates whispering frantically- He was sure his name would pop in somewhere. His brown eyes immediately fell onto the bar, coffee being his main thought. Did wizards drink coffee? Suddenly he wished he was in Rhode Island. Starbucks. Orgasmic. But no. He scowled briefly as he saw the owner just leaving the room, before he noticed someone else was here….

Must be Cossu

[eryka]

First Name:

Eryka

Last Name:

Bessette

Age:

Fifteen

Appearance:

Eryka

History:

One cold January night, as Joanna Bassette was partying with some of her friends, she met the man of her dreams, Andrew Morel. He sweet talked her and paid for drinks. Little did the eighteen year old know, her drinks were spiked. That same night, she was raped by the very same guy she thought she could fall in love with. For some time she kept it a secret until the day she found out she was pregnant. She felt so alone and scared. Would her parents disown her or would they accept that they would be grandparents of a child that would be labeled a big mistake her whole life. She had no choice but to tell her parents. Needless to say, the two were not pleased, but supported her decision to keep her baby.

That same October, she gave birth to a brown hair, brown eyed baby girl. She was named Eryka Noel Bassette. With the help of her parents, Joanna raised her daughter and went to school. Eryka's life was fairly normal. She was raised with good values and never was a problem for anyone. Her only problem was she liked to hear herself talk and would mumble to herself a lot. After four years, she and Eryka moved down the street from her parents. It was a small house, but just big enough for the two of them. They remained there until Eryka's grandfather died. They then moved from a small town in France to Bordeaux.

Eryka was nine years old when her grandfather passed away. She had had a close relationship with him, closer than the ones she had with her mom and grandmother. She was his pride and joy. He was her father as far as she was concerned. He was at least her father figure. His death changed her a lot mostly for the fact that her rock had gone away. She kept more quiet and that need to talk faded away. Even her mother noticed the change. That was why she home schooled her hoping she could help her daughter regain her personality, but it didn't help much. She only grew more and more to herself. It was then she realized she could no longer protect her, she had to let her go to school.

So she went to school and made tons of really good friends. She found herself regaining the person she lost with her grandfather's death. However, until then she hadn't realized she was any different than anyone else. Yet another change came around Eryka's eleventh birthday. To start she started to notice that if she wanted something bad enough it could come to her magically. The young girl also wanted to know about her father, the one that had hurt her mother. She wanted to know him. She also wanted to punch him in the face for making her live her entire life without knowing him.

Just after she turned fifteen, Eryka's wish was granted. Carefully guarded by her mother, she met the man whose features she possessed. Then he explained to her about her being a half-blood. She thought he was joking and told him she never wanted to see him again. Yet, she reluctantly kept hm around due to her mother's nagging. Almost a year later everything he had told her about being a witch was true. She recieved a letter from Beauxbatons. She thought it only fair to go in getting to know herself better. Now the question is, how will she adjust to a life she never knew?

Personality:

Since going back to school and making friends, Eryka is sort of energetic and loud. She likes to make a scene and have all eyes on her. She loves the attention from people. Before her grandfather died, he had really spoiled her. So, the more attention the better. There is absolutely nothing she won't do to have people look at her or talk to her. Aside from those few years of loneliness, she had never been shy. It was never in a concieted sort of way, but she really thought it should be all about her. She doesn't make the best listener unless she really cares about someone.

However, it's hard for her to truly and honestly care about people to that extent. She may love to talk to people and love attention, but it is really hard for her to trust anyone enough. She is very careful to let people into her life. Whether it be for the fact of what happened to her mom or that her grandfather's passing did that to her, she just doesn't like people getting close and putting their noses where they did not belong.

She isn't smart, but not dumb either. She knows enough that she can pass her classes. She just doesn't remember it long enough to recall it in so many months. The only thing Eryka can really focus on and remember is the lyrics to music. Yep, it makes her world go 'round. Attending muggle school, she was often caught with her headphones on. It was her best friend without a doubt.

Sample RP:

It was the early morning honors of the first day of summer. The weather was warm and the sun beginning to peak over the tops of the trees outside the window. There, by the window watching the sun, sat a small girl with brown hair and big almond colored eyes. Eryka found herself in this position a lot these last few days. She was nervous about attending school and even angrier about the letter her father had sent her via owl. She didn't even know owls delivered mail. She held the letter in her hand and held it to her face.

Dearest Daughter,

I cannot express how excited I am with your decision to attend Beauxbatons. You do not know how much it means to me that you decided to go there. I know you are still angry about what I did fifteen years ago, but please realize that I have grown up and I want to take responsibility for it, for you. I can't do that when you won't let me. I hope that after you get a glimpse into my world you understand and you let me be the father I should have been to you from the beginning.

I love you.

Reluctantly enough Eryka allowed her father to remain somewhat in her life, but only because her mom insisted that did. Besides, she couldn't be angry at him. It wasn't she he had harmed. It was her mom. Not only that he was trying, honesly trying, to be a good dad for her. She just didn't want another parent after fifteen years of only having one. It was weird for her f nothing else. She remembered seeing him all to well and how she wanted to hit him. The urge came back suddenly and she tried her hardest to hold it all in. She hadn't decided to go because of him. She decided to because it was part of who she was, whether she liked it or not.

'Eryka, couldn't sleep again.' Her mother's reassuring voice came from behind her and a hand brushed down her hair. "No, I've been awake for two or three hours this time." Her mother knew everything there was to know about her. They had spoken numerous times about her lack of sleep.

'Why are you so nervous? You're just getting yourself worked up.' That was probably true. She was never one to not get attention. She would run around naked in the rain if that's what it took. Eryka turned around to see her mother sitting on the edge of her bed, watching her. "I just don't know what to do! I don't know if I'm prepared to leave you." That may not have bee her real concern but she was going to use it anyway.

Her mother stood up and walked towards her. 'You'll do fine' she said kissing her head and leaving. Sure she would be fine. That was easy for her to say. She only hoped she was right.

Must be Rouerie

[pinkykate11]

First Name: Caitlyn
Last Name: Lynch
Age: 15
Appearance:
Eyes: Dark brown almost black
Hair: Long black hair down to her waist nearly always tied up when she goes to bed, either in Plaits ponytail, pigtails or a bun, but during the day she wears it down
General Apperance:

History:
She has lived in Dublin all her life and comes from North east. Her parent mom is a muggle doctor who is open to magic. And her dad is an auror. They are quite well off and she has almost everything she ever wanted.
She grew up as an only child but was very close to her muggle cousins and other family. She has never had her first kiss and is waiting fot he right guy to share it with.

Personality: Caitlyn is a kind girl who is very modest about herself. She is quite quiet and seems to be a bit of a weirdo, but once you get to know her, she can be talkative and sweet. She gets very tongue tied when she is around guys she likes. All the boys thinks hse is a wierdo because she never talks to them. She prefers the company of girls rather than boys. When she was younger she went to an all girls school so she finds it hard to talk to boys.

Sample RP: Caitlin smiled as she swished her long ponytail over her shoulder; the black hair fell down to just past her waist. She blew a fly-away hair out of her almost black eyes, and boarded the train, she put her trunk in the storage compartment and went to find an empty one to sit in, they were nearly all full except for one right at the very end. She sat down on the train and pulled a book out of her backpack she had on, she was reading a tragic love story called Loves Strongest Spell. She was just getting to the most interesting part of the book when someone opened the compartment door; she looked up and saw a boy looking confused.
“Oh, sorry, were you sitting here before?” she asked.

Your display name needs to match the name in this application. Also your History, Personality and RP Sample could stand to be a bit longer.

[zeek]

First Name: Ezekiel
Last Name: Seth
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:
Removed, but I saw it.
History: Zeek was not one of those children who had parents that would tuck you in at night, that would kiss your soars better, that would show any form of human affection towards their children. This was expected seeing as they were not human beings, and neither is Zeek or his siblings, they were a part of a vampric cult that roamed the villages, feeding of blood from hospitals that was supposed to be used for donning. It was a less messy scene that way since the people died from lack of blood and not from a vampire family feasting on it.

Zeek had four sisters and two brothers, they were a family of nine (not including cousins and the rest) they received the bare minimum yet never uttered a single complaint. He accepted the lifestyle he was born into and never rebelled against his family, they are his flesh and blood and Zeek is a completely loyal person who will never break his word, although… never trust a vampire.

At the fragile age of six the boy started to sleep walk. He slept waked out of the sanctuary he was living in, the hiding place of his family, and walked into the direction of the muggle village near by. His fangs were exposed and his eyes where open and awake-like, yet he was a vegetable… unaware of his actions. Luckily His mothers senses were extremely in touch and she heard the shuffling of sheets on Zeek’s bed, she though he was simply shifting weight although she found out soon enough that that was not the case. The moment Isabelle, his mother, realised that one of her children went missing she started to hyperventilate. The girls stayed with her and took care of her while the men went out looking for their lost sheep. Zeek was not seen, although he did enter the restricted area of the muggle village in the north of France. Since that incident he never sleep walked again, although he sleep talked, screamed, mumbled and so on.

He was a growing boy that had an allergy towards garlic. He burned quickly in the sun so he always had sun block on him. And also had messy hair, almost as if he never looked at himself in the mirror… That is how the other children saw him, it never occurred to them that he was in fact a blood thirsty vampire that had strange fantasies of assassinating innocent by passers.

In his teenage years he received a letter, a very strange letter to his family. None of his family could read the fancy writing on the envelope, but that was because they were illiterate. Zeek however was well read as he thought himself with newspaper cuttings that could be found in the rubbish dump. The letter was an invitation to attend Beauxbatons Academy. After long hours on pondering over his answer he decided that it was too good of an offer to resist. He left his family after explaining to them the whole situation. They did not care much but Zeek cared, he had a melancholy feeling about leaving his family. Zeek was very sociable and had many friends although they did not ever last long because he moved so much, so this was going to be a big adventure... You know, having friends that stick.

Personality:
Well let's just start out with his outgoing part of his personality. He was never taught never to talk to strangers so that worked to his advantage because how do you make friends when everyone is a stranger? So he'll talk to anyone just so he can have a new friend and have fun. But there is a part of his outgoingness can go a little too far, like if he becomes too outgoing and is talked about from the people he has tried to make friends with. Or he gets into fights because he supposedly offends them. Usually because of his secret vampire life style, he has rage blackouts. He thinks everything about himself is wonderful, even his flaws. But it shouldn’t really matter, should it? Sure he may hurt others by saying that he’s better and stuff, but who really cares? He’ll do anything for attention and when a camera’s around, be sure to have a second roll of film, even though he wont show up in any of the pictures. He is so outgoing because of the fact that he never got attention as a wee lad.

Vigilant is one word that describes him very well. Just because he's pretty doesn't mean he doesn't pay attention or analyze anything. Actually he has a problem not noticing things, it's just him. The biggest mistake that's hidden in something bothers him and he just has to fix it, or the smallest things that's not really a big deal annoys him because he knows that it could be better. Not only can he figure out some mistakes, he pays close attention to people's personality, behavior, attitude, and physical appearance. But not only that, he can tell a lot of things from someone's handwriting, voice, hand shake, and skin texture. You can say that he has a bit of problem.

If Zeek was a judge on American Idol, he'd be as critical as Simon Cowell. He may have a bit of a habit criticizing others but it just shows that he can be honest and knows who not to trust. He may judge a lot of people, but he knows not to be too rude when he does judge them. He tries really hard not to be so judgmental, but it's hard not to be human. That's one of his excuses for being so critical, judging others is human and he knows this for a fact. You won't meet someone who is so perfect that they don't judge

Sample RP: This is one of my posts with my other character Sassie Sucide.

There must have been something maddening in the air because Sassie woke up this morning with a strange urge to wear black with colourful clothes. To be honest the fact that her clothes matched was not an issue; today she could not give less care to what people though, for a change. Her hair was soft and bouncy, old habits die hard and Sassii’s habit was running her fingers through her hair. At least her habit was not biting her nails or something of the sort. Sassii hated the morning although funnily enough she could not keep the smile off her face. It was rather sweet seeing her smiley smiley but it was indeed weird since she had no direct reason for this happiness – although no complaints.

She skipped down the spiral stairs of the tower, letting her following her feet which instantaneously lead the way; she was not entirely sure where her final destination was although today was a day of instinct more than plan. Although she subconsciously knew that the place she most desired was the lawn. She wanted noting more than to frolic through the flowers and roll down a turf covered hill. She could already feel the condensed water droplets that laden on each shred of grass.

I was right, as per usual, Sassii made her way down to the lawn. There where a few dead leafs that rolled on the ground but it was noting like Autumn, it was spring; finding dead plants was not something of the norm. The few surviving, or not, dead leaves were destroyed. How could Sassii resist jumping on them and hearing their crunchh it was simply orgasmic.

Sassie skipped and hopped and jumped and walked randomly then she stopped and made a full 360 turn. She finally collapsed onto the soft grass and let it hug, embrace, her body while the soft earth moulded itself into her figure. She was sure comfortable. Her hands were spread out as if she was preparing to make a snow angel without the snow of course. Her eyes were closed softy but rays of light still made it through her eyelids. She could only see a tint of orange. Talk about chilled Sunday noon.

I removed the pic because I could see some things in the lower regions, lol, and I wanted to be on the safe side.

Must be Sournois

[kiamani]

First Name: Wilelmina - Harmoni K.
Last Name: Rosier
Age: 16
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History: Willie aka Wilelmina has lived alone with her brothers and sisters since she was nine and a half. After their father abandoned them in the muggle world, Willie and her siblings were left to fend for themselves. Alone and lost, they found shelter in an old abandoned cabin. They lived there for the next three years until Willie's older brother married into a wealthy family and decided that he would use his new found wealth to better the minds of his younger siblings. Sadly, three months after they were accepted into Beauxbatons, their eldest brother was brutally murdered by his wayward wife. Now, in the custody of a malevolent, old, cogger Willie finds herself daydreaming about the old times, when they were all together. The warms nights when she'd lay next to her siblings and just laugh the night away. Dreaming of the times when life was simple.

Personality: Willie is very mistrusting for her age. She's cunning to a fault and often separates herself from crowds. She'd rather be in the limelight than the spotlight. She will sometimes flinch away from unwanted and unwarranted touching.

Sample RP: Wilelmina winked and yawned as she rolled out of bed. She rolled to the edge and fell off, taking the fluffy, warm, blue blanket with her. On the floor, she throw the cover over her head and tried to resume sleeping.

"Wake up, lazy." Her little brother yawned as he walked into the room. He gave her a soft kick to the ribcage to get her attention. Wilelmina groaned in protest.

"I don't wanna wake up. Let me sleep all day. I just feel like sleeping my life away." Wilelmina gave him a big, cheesy, white toothed smile. She covered her vulnerable eyes as the sun came peeking through the once broken window. Talitha did a double take. The window wasn't supposed to be fixed. She looked around the room. The white painted walls were plain and clean, not like the ones in their home which were cream colored and torn in certain places. The floor wasn't theirs either, the rug was thick and gray not like their hard wooden planks of chipping rose wood.

"Where are we?" She asked as she looked around in confusion. Her brother, Matthew's eyes hardened. Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Hurry up in there or I'll drag you out like the filthy creatures you are. Prof. Maxime will not be breathing down my neck." A husky voice yelled nastily. Wilelmina had jumped at the sound. She looked at her brother who was now staring at her in pity.

"We're home." He said before he opened the door and walked out. Leaving her alone with her wrecked mind.

I think your History should have been more detailed.

Must be Sournois

[katyana]

Name:

[/font] Katyana

Last Name:[/font] Bourgrez

Nickname:[/font] Kat ;; or ;; Kitty

Age::[/font] Fifteen

Blood:[/font] Fairy Blood

Appearance:[/font]
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Kat also has the middle of her lip pierced aswell as the right side of her nose.

History:[/font]
Kat was born in California, 1993 on January 29th. Her mother is a fairy as her father a pure-blooded wizard. Her mother was raised in Australia as her father in England. They met while they were both on a vacation in Germany and soon got married, in the end her mother got pregnant and soon conceived Kat in California wher they soon raised her and taught her the perks of being what she was.
When Kat soon turned 9 years old they moved to France where most of Kat's family members lived. Buying a rather well built and large mansion on the western side of France Kat liked to play in the gardens with her small kitten named Jade.
Kat has no sibiling, only lots of cousins and very few friends.
In school Kat never was one to pay attention, she was always either drawing in her notepad or writing up new lyrics. Her father bought her a guitar when she turned ten, that then was how Kat normally spent her day. Sitting outside in the grass, guitar in hand and singing songs she made in class.
Soon her mother told her that she should think of attending a fairy school, but in the end she recieved a letter from Beauxbatons which her father and mother were very proud of.

Personality:[/font]
Kat is quite loud and obnoixious when she is with friends. She likes to draw and write for her free time or spend it with her guitar.
Kat can speak german, english and french aswell as speak to animals, its a rather talented gift she was givin' and she used it well when she is playing with her kitten Jade.
When first meeting Kat you'd think she is a rebellious teenager who doesn't listen to anyone. There right about not listening to anyone and going for what she wants in life, but not about the rebellious part. Although Kat seem's perfect, she can't do everything that people think she can. She is a terrible dancer but the way she covers that up is just by jumping around like a maniac.
She is very shy at first and doesn't know what to say around people she doesn't know.
Kat used to not listen in class, but know that she does she is very clever and witty.
She's always kind to her friends and likes to buy them very expensive gifts for christmas or their birthdays.
Kat is always daydreaming at random times and has a habit of taping her foot on the ground is she discovers a beat in her head.
Her favorite colours are always bright and out there as her style is punk and rave emo.
Kat is very beautiful but doesn't know it, and she's way to shy to strike up conversations with people she doesn't know, she'd rather hang out with the people she does know insted of having to go up to a stranger and say 'hey, whats up' and make a friend that way.

Sample Roleplay:[/font]
Kat sighed as the wind blew at her pink and black hair. Her full lips smiled as her light blue eyes twinkled with delight as she held her butterfly shaped guitar in her lap. Opening her mouth she soon strumed her guitar pick against the wires as she began to play and sing.
"Once upon a time there was a girl
You wouldn't really call her typical
Had her own definition of cool
She lived in her own world
She had her own style her own rules
She played along like it was usual
Nobody really even knew her name
To her life was one big game"
Kat sang as her angel like voice echoed all around the garden as her hands played with the guitar strings. Her light blue eyes were closed as her head bobed to the side with the beat that she was creating. Jade sat infront of her and closed her cat eyes and seemed to enjoy the sound also.
"She's got her head up in the clouds
Sharada, Sharada
Don't know when she'll come down
Sharada, Sharada
She can't get to bed
Sharada, Sharada
She's got this song stuck in her head
her head, her head, song stuck in her head"
Her voice grew louder with each note thet came from her mouth. Since her eyes were closed she didn't hear her mother come out to the garden. Her mother smiled brightly and rushed back into the house, soon she came back outside but this time with her husband [Kat's father]. They both stood there smiling at how wonderful their daughter sounded when she acually wasn't to sky to speak to anyone.
"Dreaming all day
That's all she did
Ever since she was a little kid
All the teacher's thought that she was slow
She was just dreaming about her show
And when they told her she's delirious
She didn't care
She's just oblivious
She likes to make everyone curious
One day she's gonna be famous"
Before she could even finish the song that she created her eyes opened and her head spun around to see her parents standing there, clapping. Jade jumped up only to pounce beside her leg as Kat bite her lip in embaressment "That was wonderful Kat!" Kat looked at the ground as part of her pinkish purple hair fell infront of her eyes.
"You really are talented Kitty, maybe if you weren't so shy you could acually become rather famous someday" Her father chanted while walking up to her. She still looked at the ground and blew some air from her mouth, making her bangs move slightly. She then just shrugged as her father patted her on her shoulder.
"It's only a song, nothing super about it" Kat said while looking up and into her dad's eyes as he shook her head while smirking "Whatever you say sweatheart, well come on then Kitty, we have to buy your supplies for school" Kat nodded while her mother soon walked over and held her guitar as they walked inside. Jade jumped up and onto Kat's shoulder while they ventured into the mansion. [/center]

Must be Rouerie

[alexiamauvais]

First Name: Alexia Brenna

Last Name: Mauvais

Age: 15

Appearance:
Alexia (or Lexi) is short and quite petite. She has bright hazel eyes and dark brown, thick wavy hair. Her skin is quite pale with only the slightest suggestion that it has been touched by the sun. Being so pale she, quite often, gets sun burnt to which point she often looks like a great red tomato. She hates having such pale skin and wishes almost every morning when she looks in the mirror she had a tanned complexion... *if only*. Lexi also has long, crooked (they bend slightly inwards) fingers and turned up toes. One thing she cherishes above all else is her eyes; almond shaped and a beautiful shade of hazel/brown she often spends a lot of time admiring them. Lexi might have also enjoyed admiring her thick lovely hair if it weren't so messy and tangled. No matter how many times she brushes it, her hair always seems to tangle itself up into a big knot. Her most favourite part of her body excluding her eyes is the small scar, barely visible, just below her bottom lip.

History:
Lexi was born Alexia Brenna Mauvais on the 1st of February, to a Mr. Rémy Mauvias and a Mrs. Laetitia (Dubois) Mauvias. Both of Lexi’s parents are French and pure-bloods. Having little interest and patience for muggles, her parents live in sweet ignorance of all muggle existence; they prefer to pretend muggles do not exist rather than to accept (and hate; it takes up far too much energy) them. Despite her love for her family, Lexi grows up with the understanding that her family is ridiculous (and rather dysfunctional). Her parents live in a dream world while her grandparents scrutinise her parents for so ridiculous (They despise and hate all muggles). Her grandparents live in a creepy old manor atop a hill overlooking the nearby village. No muggle ever goes up there in belief that the manor is haunted... ‘or some-such fiddle-faddle and rot.’ Of course in truth the manor is in fact haunted; there being quite a number of resident ghosts living within the walls.

Lexi’s family lives as far away as possible from the nightmare grandparents outside of a small muggle town in the Dordogne Province. Their manor compared to that of the dreaded grandparents is far smaller and far more modest in wealth. Despite her parent’s displeasure of living in such small quarters, Lexi loves her house and its quirks. There are two resident ghosts living with them; one who haunts the attic cupboard and another that haunts the cloak room in the down stairs lobby. Ms. Busque, who haunts the attic, is the probably one of the nicest ghosts ever heard of. Having once been the wet nurse (when she was alive) to the children of the family who had once occupied the house, she spends her time dusting and cleaning the house, all a while singing and whistling. The other ghost, Mr. Renaud, a thin and crooked looking ghost, who haunts the cloak room, spends his time repeatedly throwing cloaks out of the cloak room and grumbling about the First World War. Lexi couldn’t imagine living with any other ghosts.

Another member in her family, apart from those already mentioned, is Lexi’s younger and image obsessed sister, Veronique. Veronique who is of the age 11, spends much of her time in her private bathroom, studying her face in the mirror. Lexi also has two faithful friends of who she spends the most part of her time with; Cypress, her tiny cat and Spiral, her hoot of an owl. The one other family member in Lexi’s life, who’s greatly ignored by Lexi’s parents and sister, is the house elf, Florence. Florence is a very small and slightly chubby house elf. She has a very squeaky voice and wears a frilly white pinafore; something Lexi gave to her, which had once belonged to an old doll.

Lexi grew up as any child from a wizarding family grew up; playing with bewitched items, flying broomsticks around the tops of the chimney’s of the houses in the village and accidentally turning her sister’s hand mirror into a gigantic, slimy toad. Having a fondness for muggles, unlike the rest of the family, Alexia grew up as the odd one out of the family, (her sister teases her often about being adopted). However despite this, when Alexia received her letter from Beauxbaton her parents were very pleased and gave Alexia some of the attention she had missed out on as a child. Of course the excitement of being accepted into the school wore off after sometime and her parents went back to their usual dopy selves.

Personality:
Alexia is all around a very nice and friendly person. She gets on well with many witches and wizards and other creatures too, having no prejudice against any form of being. She is very interested in muggles too and how things work outside of the wizarding world; especially how things work without magic. Alexia is a very bright (perhaps not academically bright) girl and whose curiosity knows no bounds. She is very intrigued in all that is around her and spends much of her spare time playing a game she invented, of which she named ‘Thesis 01’. The game is all about coming up with theories as to why things are as they are. Perhaps it sounds boring but Alexia, whose imagination would probably give Vernon Dursley a heart attack, came up with many interesting and bizarre theories, (and many about her younger sister).

Despite all these good qualities, Lexi is far from perfect. She has a very short temper with those who do pass judgement on others unfairly and cannot stand people who cheat. She is easily offended, even by the most minor of things and she can sometimes seem very rude. This is mainly a result of family genes; like her mother, Lexi never thinks too much about the consequences of what she says or does before it is too late and this worsens when she is in a temper. Ironically her aunt, of whom her parents and grandparents hate, (and of whom is a lot like Alexia) was named Tempest and she too has a temper of a Red Cap. Lexi is easily frustrated and as a result often loses control over her spells if they do not turn out exactly right the first time. She is also a very moody person and being so many people can get on the wrong side of her; she can be happy one moment and in tears (or a rage) the next; a very unpredictable person but on the all a nice, bright girl.

Sample RP:
Alexia was sitting at the small window of her room that faced out onto the vast property below, of which her parents owned. Much of it was merely grassy fields and paddocks, however on the border, where a small barbed fence had survived years of neglect, stood a small area of woodland. On this particular morning the sun shone softly down on the jade fields; grass blades dancing in and out of the shadows of the loaming trees above. This familiar scene would become a distant memory. Sighing heavily Alexia turned away from the warm sun to her small dark, cold room. Lying open on the wooden floor boards was a big, shabby trunk. Many tattered books, a 12 inch maple wand with a single unicorn hair and her school uniform had been thrown carelessly into its gaping mouth. Alexia stared down at the mess, willing herself to make the effort and pack properly. Her will failed her and she turned her back on her future, to lose herself in the fields below again.

Lexi stirred from her thoughts as the stairs outside her room creaked and groaned. After a few moments the door behind her opened. A hollow, chalky face poked itself through the gap of the door and stood rigid for some time. Lexi watched the pale woman as she swayed slightly her empty black eyes staring unblinkingly at the floor. Finally Lexi’s mother spoke.

“Where is the elf?”

Alexia shook her head slightly, “I don’t know... shall I go look for her?” she asked, trying to keep her voice even. She had never liked the way her family spoke about and treated Florence. Despite trying to keep her tone normal, an icy coldness crept into her voice as she spoke. Her mother didn’t seem to notice her daughter’s coldness and shook her head lightly, her long black hair swinging lifelessly. Without another word she slipped back through the gap in the door and disappeared. The creaking on the stairs echoed into Alexia’s room before fading away slowly. Alexia looked miserably at the spot where her mother had just stood for a few minutes. Then wiping away a single unruly tear she turned back to the window.

Perhaps Beauxbaton Academy would not be so bad... After all it was there where many a wizard and witches had found true friends and family. Perhaps she would find that there too.
Sighing Alexia closed the curtains to the world outside her bedroom and went to finish her packing.

Must be Cossu

[aiden]

First Name:

Aiden Robert.

Last Name:

Marks.

Age:

Fifteen

Appearance:

Aiden looks like your typical emo/scene child. Jet black hair; with the flippy bangs, falling right above his eyes. He has two piercings on both sides of his bottom lip, something he had been wishing for, for quite a while. Another thing that Aiden is satisfied with are his eyes. They are about the most blue eyes you will ever see. Many people are jealous of them, Aiden loves his eyes.

Things that should've been mentioned first; the basics! Mr. Marks is 5'11 and weighs 140 pounds, a little taller than average. He isn't very build, but he isn't overweight either, just slim. Aiden dresses the way he wants. Most of his clothes come from PacSun, or Hot Topic. Skinny jeans happen to be one of his favorite articles of clothing.

History:

Aiden Robert Marks was born on April 11th in Boca Raton, Florida. He lived right on the coast, facing the Atlantic Ocean, in a beautiful, 3-story house. Aiden's parents were wealthy, his father being a brain surgeon, and his mother selling her own line of beauty supplies.

When Aiden turned 7, he learned that they would be moving from their wonderful beach house, all the way to Paris, France, because of his fathers job. Being only 7, Aiden was fine with it, he thought it would be very fun! They packed their bags and off they went!

Once in France, Aiden and his parents moved into a beautiful apartment located right in the city. It was huge! It was on the top floor (the only apartment on the top floor). It had a wonderful view of the city at night, and Aidens had a whole wall of window in his bedroom.

One Aidens 11th birthday. A letter arrived in the mail, from some place called Beauxbatons. Aiden opened it and learned that he had been accepted to some sort of wizarding school! Aiden thought it was great, he went and showed his parents, but they weren't so happy. They thought it was some sort of joke, and threw the letter away. The next day, however, more letters came. After days of continual letters, Aidens parents gave in. Although they were still skeptical, they decided to search out for this alley, where Aiden would find his supplies.

Sure enough, they found it, and all three of them were amazed! Broomsticks, potions, and owls, it was all so cool to Aiden. He felt very proud as he walked down the alley, knowing he had something special that his parents didn't.

Personality:

Hmm. Where should we start with the complex personality of Mr. Aiden Marks? Actually, it's not that complex, but I thought I'd just add that to make you think you'd be reading something really confusing. Ahem, anyways, Aiden is you far-from-average joe. Aiden doesn't even like the term 'normal'. Is there really a normal? He likes to ask. To Aiden, nothing is normal, because their is not set of rules or guidelines you need to follow to achieve 'normality'.

Aiden is funny. Plain and simple. He is satisfied when he makes people laugh, because sad people are no fun. He can be serious when he needs to, but is always able to take the weight off a serious matter by adding a little humor to it.

You can't be humorous without being random. Well, you can, but than your humor isn't really that humorous. Aiden is always switching subjects in the middle of a conversation, taking trips to Taco Bell at 1:30, and laughing hysterically at something that happened a week ago.

Aiden is muggle-born. His acceptance letter to Beauxbatons was a complete surprise. His parents, probably like most muggle parents, were a little suspicious as to whether this was real or not, but they gave in, and Aiden was very, very happy :]

Like stated above, Aiden is muggle-born. He never got used to wearing robes and cloaks and all that maggle attire. He would much rather wear your everyday skinny jeans.

Sample RP:

The sun hid behind a thick coat of clouds, darkened into a a grey pigment that gloomed the sky, obscuring it from the brilliant dazzle of blue that it could be. The air was fresh with the smell of incoming rain soon to arrive to drench the grounds with thick droplets of water, catching the unsuspecting wanders by surprise and clinging strong to their robes, forcing them to flee to the quickest shelter available. A cunning thing, the rain. Some found it's presence rather irritating, dampening up a good mood and washing away the glory of a good day. Others, however, found an outdoor shower to be rather enjoyable; a pleasing sight to be caught in.

Aiden was not part of the unsuspecting crowd, but found himself partaking in the pleasures of rain. He had his moods where it was a simple annoyance, while most of the time it was a simple pleasure. Today, he cared not for a sudden downpour, and his shelter lay just a few feet away from him. Before him was the Forest, caked in secrets and doused with mystery. Rumors spread throughout the school like wildfire concerning this particular forest and its inhabitants. He had no doubt that there were particularly dangerous creatures that lurked in the shadows created by the tall, looming trees, but some of the stories he found were quite ridiculous.

He strolled nonchalantly through the fresh grass, greened by the summer and glossy from a week's worth of nonstop showers sporadically sprinkling the grounds with light rain. He had reached the borderline of the Forbidden Forest, and with a simple peek inside, he could see the darkness quite clearly through the dim day, closer than would be expected in any forest. With his usual grin, he did not enter fully yet, but rounded about the nearest tree.

He leaned his back against the rough bark, barely feeling it beneath the layers of his robes, uniform shirt, and undershirt. His tie was perfected around his neck, his shoes shining as always, his posture straight. His bent his head down slightly, wand weaving between his fingers. There was not much to think about, for his mind seemed more or less carefree, free from the troubles that many others faced mainly concerning the current events.

Must be Rouerie

[katiej2088]

First Name: Katie
Last Name: Johnson
Age: 12
Appearance: tanned-skin, brown hair and brown eyes
History: Both of my parents pure-bloods and went to Hogwarts. When I was just a baby, my parents moved us to France where I spend most of my life. At 11 years old, I started to realize that I have magical powers. I was sitting in my room reading a book and realized that I was thirsty. When I put my book, I looked up and there was a glass of water floating about two feet away from me. My mother walked and saw it and felt so proud that I got my powers and when we told my father, he was proud of as well.
Personality: I am a little shy and quiet. I like making new friends and meeting new people. I'm strong and loyal to the headmistress, my professors, and my friends. I am not afraid to stand up for my friends or myself. I extremely loyal to to the side of good.
Sample RP:

You need to post a sample picture in the Appearance section or add more text. You may not use a canon name or history. You forgot your Sample RP.

[greta]

First Name: Greta

Last Name: Fallorayne

Age: Fourteen

Appearance:
Greta is a petite girl, having been shorter than the rest of her age group for the most of her life. She's not the smallest out there, but she's a head below everyone else. =p But she's also thin and slim, and has a considerable amount of muscle in there.

Greta is considerably pale. She used to have a few freckles on her face, but now it's clear and...dotless. Her eyes are a vivd green, probably one of her few physical features she likes. Her hair is just over shoulder length, and is dark brown. It has almost a bend to it, and curls very easily;. It's on the thinner side of things as far as hair tendencies go.

Greta, of course, wears standard school uniforms, but when this is not required, she'll enjoy a pair of blue jeans or even sweatpants if it's the right mood. She loves her flip flops, too. Usually for tops she wears tees and v-necks. In winter you can catch her with sweatshirts, sweaters, and scarves in addition to the beforementioned. =]

History:
Greta was born as a pureblood witch, but she never really met her father. She was raised by her mother, Anna. Anna was a journalist for a witch magazine, and was considerably high up on the food chain at her job. She and Greta lived quite well.
But as Greta got older, it became apparent to her that her mother was not what she'd always thought she was. For instance, Anna was prejudiced against half-breeds, half-bloods, mud-bloods, anything that wasn't upper class pure-blood. This didn't pose a problem at first, but when Greta began to branch out and make friends, her mother became more and more distant from her.
It hurt her deeply, at first. She'd always been close with her mother, but Greta knew they were very different people. So she continued to see her friends and speak to whomever she wished to. About a year before she received her letter from Beauxbatons, Anna left their home in Marseilles and never came back. Anna had left enough for Greta to get by for a year is she used the money wisely and as little as she needed to.
That year was a very hard year for Greta, but she didn't go into a depression. She'd seen people break down before from stress, something imaginably hard, a break up, things like that, and knew she didn't want it to happen to her. So, she surrounded herself with friends, and took up writing, drawing, painting, artsy things. This did help relieve her quite a bit, but she still felt her mother's abscence painfully.
She received her letter from Beauxbatons, relieved to finally be in a closer proximity with other people than she had been before. She hasn't seen her mother, nor have they contacted each other in any other way, since the night she left.

Personality:
Greta is a bubbly girl, to say it simply. She comes off as shy at first, as she has a hard time with the 'preliminaries' of befriending someone. But after that, she's a very talkative thing. She can be hyper sometimes, but a better-fitting description would be that's she's random, quirky. She doesn't mind a party, but also liked her alone time, or time with smaller groups of people.
Greta is determined to a point where it can sometimes be stubbornness, which is her major flaw. Her first response to something bad is usually emotional, and she has a hard time controlling herself at times like that. She usually always has to go back and apologize for things said once she's cooled down. But she's been getting considerably better at this, and it takes a lot more to make her angry now.
Because of her mother leaving, she has a hard time starting fresh, or even trusting many people. Those she keeps extremely close to her are lucky to know and understand her, inside and out. She might have other friends, but it's also likely they don't know everything about her. For those she keeps close, she will defend fiercely and be loyal to. She doesn't tend to seek revenge on people, but she can be quite mouthy if she needs to. She doesn't stand for people attacking her friends. She's painfully honest, and rarely does she lie to comfort someone. Lying about things doesn't make them go away.
As far as interests go, Greta has always been an animal lover, and someone who, as noted in her history, loves to draw, write, paint. She's an artsy girl, and a definite optimist considering the hand she was dealt. She also enjoys jogging and swimming in her free time. Also an avid reader. A hater of sea food and yogurt. =p

Sample RP:
Greta made her way across the campus, head tilted up towards the castle. It was beautiful, really. Pituresque. The type of thing you would see on a postcard, mural, painting. The type of place that didn't seem to be completely real, but rather some figment of your imagination. The cream of the crop, at that. If one could imagine this in their waking hours, I envy their muse and thought....dreams, maybe. Exactly like a dream.
Greta shrugged off her jacket and slipped down, back against a tree. She set her back next to her jacket on the ground, and stared out, mesmerized by the lake. The sun was in it's morning position, not too high, but high enough to make itself known. The image reflected off of the water, adding to the scene. A light breeze blew, a few birds sang out, but otherwise the beauty was undisturbed. Well, except for Greta, but she was sitting so stock still that one would doubt she was even there. The day was warm and heating quickly.
Ahh. Gotta love summertime.
She took out her sketchpad and a pencil, eyes intensely settling on the world around her. The lead moved across the page in gentle motions, trying to capture the serene atmoshpere. If this is just the outside, then I've got a lot to look forward to.

Must be Rouerie

[jr]

First Name: Matthew
Last Name: Halliwell
Age: 16

Appearance;;
Matthew stands at around 6'2, a very tall and well toned young man who is in the prime of his life, or so he thinks. He has a well defined body with a 6 pack and abs to kill. His skin is sallow with very striking features - especially his eyes. He tends to look very mysterious, fitting his character as he can tend to be a very closed person. He usually can be seen sporting a pair of jeans and a t-shirt when not in his school clothes, and even then they tend to be worn loosely (showing his attitude). In and around his room he does tend to walk about with nothing but a pair of boxers, showing his appearance a little more than expected.

History;;
Matthew was brought up in the USA where he spent his days playing rich kid. As a child he was reared with a silver spoon and was spoiled by his parents, learning nothing of lives lessons such as how to fend for yourself or doing things for yourself. He was brought up in a house where Magic was not to be spoken or practiced. His mother, who was a Witch and Veela and father who was a Wizard gave up magic for the finer things in life, finding comfort with the material comforts offered by modern muggle life.

Matthews father took to his skills in medicine being a retired Healer and trained to become a Doctor in a muggle hospital while his mother continued her work in PR only with a muggle magazine by the name of Mode. Money and a nice home became second nature to Matthew as his parents continued to inject more money into his hand for the things he "needed". They gave him education at a Private school, non magical until one fateful day at the age of 15 where he began to exhibit signs of a magical nature - powers.

His parents had managed to suppress what magic he had, however mind over matter and so enough Matthew felt himself doing things he never thought possible. Levitating in school, changing his clothes in an instant, making ice melt at rapid speed when he was angry. All signs of a magical child. So, he was shipped off to what his parents considered the best magical school in the world. One with standards, and refinement.

Bags packed, he left for France where he would take up a magical education in outstanding Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Not only packing his bags and taking them with him, but also taking a huge secret - regarding his sexuality. Matthew did not have the best relationship with his father and felt the lack of a father figure in the house. Money seemed to be able to "cover it", as his parents put it. The snobby, sly and cunning Matthew was sent to France to not only learn magic, but to be also able to explore his sexuality more as a Bi-Curious teen.

Personality;;

Due to his spoiled upbringing Matthew has adopted a rather "If I want it I will get it" personality. Where vanity and the idea of being pure takes over, Matthew is a more sly and cunning young boy who will do anything to have his way. Spoiled by nature and by name. He can be cruel ad heartless at times, these being most, however sometimes can so compassion and sympathy if he feels it is deserved - which is rare. One to play the field in both girls and boys, and also the occasional attack of character on some unsuspecting school pupil, it can be said that Matthew is a little bit of a bully - or so some of the students see it. Others just see him as a popular cool guy.

Sample RP;;

Tap...tap...tap....SLAM!. Matthew was getting tired of the endless homework from his Astronomy teacher. The woman clearly needed to relax and take a chill pill - or so he thought anyway. What was the point in studying about the stars, they didn't do much for him. Not one granted his wishes when he was younger. The teacher owed the young boy a car, a very expensive and fast car. Not that she would know about, not being from the background he was from. Due to the sudden hatred he had for the woman, his textbook had too a beating with his fist, which now throbbed with pain. "Damn twit!", he said, threw gritted teeth, to the Astronomy teacher who was not there.

He sat alone, in the Library with a pen in one hand, and the textbooks in front of him, letting his other hand fall idly by his side as he sat and tried to think of what to write next. "Stars and...star signs....stupid cow!" he barked at the paper. The combination of midnight and Astronomy did not go well for the short tempered teenager, and the added pressure that the work was due in tomorrow also did not improve him mood. He was like a hot headed fire that was not going to go out anytime soon.

Instead, he shot a glance at the shelf he had taken the book from, and then removed his wand from his robe pocket. The very thing that made this school worthwhile coming to. The actual magic. He flicked his wand and another book came flying out and hit the table hard with a thud. Anger did affect his performance in magic it seemed. He flicked through the pages, only to find nothing in them. Not one letter, or picture, or illustrations. He picked it up and threw it behind him. The book seemed as useless as the subject. It was probably enchanted with some charm so as not to show it's information to those who did not really seek to find it. Typical of a magical school.

That did not improve his mood in the slightest either. In fact it did not do it, so much so, that the other textbook was also flung behind him and landed at the feet of someone standing behind Matthew, silently watching.

Must be Sournois