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[emmarizzo]

First Name:

Emma Ginevra

Last Name:

Rizzo

Age:

Fifteen

Appearance:

Emma's around 5'9" with long legs and that perfect witch body. While her deathly pale skin glows in the sunlight. Her face is symmetrical and well defined with high cheek bones, full lips, and dark hazel eyes highlighted by the sun. Her messy ebony hair drapes a little past her shoulder blades at its longest point with choppy layers resting over her chest

History:

Born in October 7, Emma Rizzo in a small lakehouse in Italy. Emma didn't quite have a good relationship with her parents. Being so, Emma was practicaly raised on her own. The only thing her parents did was go to their rich ball out in the city leaving Emma alone in the house with a baby sitter, who hardly did anything. The only thing the baby sitter did was she made sure Emma had a nice dinner. She would come only because of the big television Emma had in the living room. Apparently the television had high quality in which Emma had no business of.

In the age of 7 Emma was alone and her parents had caught the sickness. It was some sort of disease in your lungs. Hopefully it wasn't genetic otherwise Emma would have the disease in her body. Her parents being highly contagious Emma had to stay away from them. She had no one to talk to, and so she used to talk to her stuffed animals. Of course, it was normal then for a seven year old to talk to herself, but Emma never knew the real world.

On Emma's 14th birthday her parents died leaving Emma and oprhan. Not much longer after that, she was adopted by a rich, young couple who were unable to have children. Overly excited about the new addition to their family, they immediately had a trip lined up for Venice, Italy. Even though Emma's parent's were already rich, being adopted by another rich parents only made her richer.

Personality:

Usually ill-tempered and impatient, Emma has the tendency to get on some people's bad side whether she means to or not. She can be vain, irrational at times, and has been known to go with the first idea that pops into her head; whether it's well thought out or not. Hard headedness is a strong trait in her personality, along with the occasional spark of jealousy and anger issues.

Sample RP:

First day at Beauxbatonsand finally Emma gets a long nice peaceful break. Something bugged Emma, it's like she knew that something bad was going to happen this day. She went for a long walk down to the nearby shopping village, there were many stores to visit from and Emma looked at the nearest.

Seems like a nice place to go, thought Emma as she walked in and a bell rang which creeped out Emma. She didn't like the sound of the bell. She went up to the bartender and solemly spoke "Err, is there anything good?" she hadn't been to the store before so she didn't know what was up. She looked a the big menu that was on top of the counter.

Some of the names in the menu sounded weird or nasty so Emma simply ordered a drink called "butterbeer". "I'll have a butterbeer" she handed the money and got the drink in return, she nodded at the bartender and turned around looking for a table. The bar was empty in this time, which didn't bother Emma.

She sat in an empty table, and next to her was a creppy looking adult who was drinking his whisky. Emma wasn't a very big fan of alcohol although her parents didn't drink, her friends in Italy did, and the majority of them also did something called drugs, it was something the muggles invented that somehow made you forget about all your problems.

Emma had a white dress one with her handbag, she didn't have much on but her towel from the swim after the visit in the beach. Emma still had her binkini on, and her tanktop with a very short brown skirt. She drank her drink, it tasted pretty weird at first then she started liking it. She finished her first glass and order for another one.

As she did the creepy man was looking at Emma, She smiled at him, it was clearly a fake one. Emma looked scared but she didn't want to show it. "H-Hi" she said in a small voice. She waved with one hand as the other held the butterbeer. She then slowly moved back to her table.

Must be Sournois

[kissmexoxo]

First Name:
Arielle
Middle Name:
Nicole
Last Name:
Cleveland
Nicknames:
Ari, Elle
Age:
Fourteen
Birth Date:
March 17, 1994
Family:
Mother- Jennifer Cleveland
Father- Zachary Cleveland
Older sister- Sierra (age 16)
Younger brother- Charles (age 10)
Blood Type:
Fairy Blood
Appearance:

Arielle has dark brown hair and a lovely smile. She normally wears dark eyeliner. She wears a lot of different clothes. Sometimes they are dark, sometimes light, and sometimes they don’t even match. Her eyes are dark brown.
History:
Jennifer gave birth to Arielle at 4:19am on March 17, 1995. She was the second child born in the family. After one year of life, Arielle knew how to walk, but often fell down. A few months later she could talk, sort of. (Some words were hard to understand than others.) Her parents loved her very much and always tried to make her happy when she cried, which could normally be done by bouncing her on the parent’s knee. That always made her laugh.

When Arielle’s parents were working, she got a babysitter along with her sister. The babysitter, Sabrina, was really nice, and normally just wanted to have fun. By the time Arielle was three, she was got her own room and was able to stay there a lot. Her mother got pregnant and had a child. They moved to a bigger house so that there was enough room for the new baby. Shortly after the baby was born, her parents got divorced. Her father moved out and got an apartment. It was temporary until he got a different house. The children went back and forth between parents. They were with their father two days a week, and every other weekend. The rest of the time they were with their mom.

During Arielle’s time of being alone, she discovered her interest in singing when she was six. She wasn’t the best yet, but she wrote kid songs (usually just a few lines that she tried to rhyme.) and sung them in her room. She also liked to read. She found some old children books in old packing boxes and took them up to her room to read. She started reading chapter books in first grade, but didn’t read very thick ones until third grade.

When Arielle was seven, her parents got her a swing set outside and she spent a lot of time at the top of the slide. When her aunt was having a wedding, she tried to write a song for her. It was a congratulations song. She sang it at the wedding and everyone loved the effort she put into it. That night she went home and didn’t sleep much from all the excitement. When she did fall asleep, she dreamt about the book she had finished that day. The next day, she was taken to her father’s apartment with her ten year old sister, and four year old brother. He had found a house to stay in. It was right down the road from their mom.

Arielle’s parents still got along, they just were not getting back together. They didn’t hate each other, just had disagreements. Her dad kept getting different girlfriends, but this didn’t bother Ari. Arielle kept going to school, and by fourth grade, her mom had signed her up for singing lessons. She wrote songs and read books she found throughout the house. Although, one day she was running through what she thought was an ancient house and tripped at broke her leg. She had to use crutches for three months.

After that was over, Arielle started soccer. She loved it. She liked winning something. Although, she didn’t stay in it long. Ari was bored with only being placed as goalkeeper. She quit and just stayed in singing lessons. Her father finally got married when she was eleven. She absolutely hated her stepmother. Not because she wasn’t her mom, because she was annoying and just not nice. She always thought she was better than Ari’s real mom and Arielle wouldn’t take that. She yelled at her stepmother and defended her mom.

Arielle found out she was a witch when she went to the attic when she was twelve and found a bunch of old spellbooks that were used by her grandma and mother. Her father didn’t have his spellbooks anymore, He gave them all to his younger brother (Arielle doesn’t know that.) She asked a bunch of questions about it and very hardly got useful answers, because she didn’t know what half the stuff her grandma said meant. She’d never read any books about magic.

Personality:
Arielle is very curious, which tends to lead her to break rules. She never feels very guilty about breaking rules, because she just wants to learn things. She really just cares about getting where she is going. She loves to read fiction books because they can go in any direction. They could go the way she expected, or they could go a way she didn’t even expect. She loves the suspense. The downside, when she believes something is going to happen in a series so strongly, and it doesn’t happen, she is very mad about it. She will yell about it and tell others what she felt about it and doesn’t care if they are listening or not. She almost always has a book in her hand or right next to her.

Arielle is also VERY clumsy. She trips over her own to feet on a regular basis. She normally laughs it off, but sometimes it really hurts. She doesn’t like to admit it when she’s hurt because she doesn’t like to complain. She knows that there are so many people out there that have it worse, so she hates complaining. She even hates it when others complain about stupid things, so she yells at them for it.

Ari is very stubborn. She tries not to be, but in the spur of the moment, she sometimes forgets and can backtalk. She refuses to give up what she believes without the greatest reason anyone could possibly come up with and she would agree with. She loves making comebacks to her enemies. She hates to admit it, but sometimes she thinks it’s fun when she is mean to her enemies. Give them a taste of their own medicine, right?

Ari loves to sing, dance, and listen to music. It’s her passion. She will do it when she is alone or around other people, she really doesn’t care. She does sketch or draw to let out her feelings as a picture, but she doesn’t let anyone see them because she isn’t the best at drawing. Sometimes she even makes quotes about her favorite books. She has tried poetry and doesn’t know how good it is yet. Most of the time she keeps it private, because those are mainly about her feelings too.

Elle taught herself to bring out the best in people and always stick up for them. She defends others when people talk about them behind their backs. She isn’t one to judge people, well, except when she knows right off the back they are bad people. She tries to give them a chance, but normally it doesn’t work. There has only been one occasion when it has worked, because she didn’t give the other girl a fair chance. Ari just didn’t like her because she stole one of Ari’s great friends. She gave the other girl a chance and they became great friends.

You couldn’t really say Arielle is positive. She doesn’t think very well of herself. She thinks all her artwork is terrible, she even thinks she is ugly a majority of the time. She doesn’t ever think she is good enough for the boys she likes. She tries not to let her feelings show. She tries to hide it as well as she can. She tries to bring the bright side out of things, and tries to ONLY cry when she is with her best friend or alone. She hates it when people worry about her, and she doesn’t like it when people are concerned for her.
Sample Roleplay:
(This is set not long before she left for Beauxbatons, so it’s recent.)
Arielle sat in her room on her bed reading her book. Just earlier that day she found a book in the basement of her house. It was called Lasher by Anne Rice. She was only in the second chapter, but it was very good so far. It wasn’t really meant for kids, but she didn’t care. She was reading it anyway. She read higher than kids level a long time ago. She gave a little chuckle to the book, then her stomach made a loud sound. She left her room with the book still in her hands and walked down the steps.

When she got there her brother was in the kitchen, too. She walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a nectarine and a water bottle. She sat in the chair next to her brother and but her book on the table. She sipped some water then heard her brother’s rude comment. “You are reading, again?!” All Charles ever wanted to do was play with Arielle, and she doesn’t like to. So Charles hates it when she is always reading, even though she doesn’t play with him anyway. “Yeah, why does it matter?” She gave him an annoyed look. “You always read. Why aren’t you bored with it yet?”

Arielle gave him an ‘isn’t it obvious?’ look and responded “No, reading is fun.” He just laughed. Arielle picked up her food and book and went back to her room. She put her book on her bed, grabbed her iPod and turned it on. She ate while singing to get her mind off her vexatious little brother. She heard a knock on her door and pulled off her headphones. “Yes?” She heard her sister’s voice from the other side. “Can I come in?” Arielle sighed. Was there no alone in this house!? “I suppose.”

Sierra walked in and sat on Arielle’s bed. “What have you been up to, Ari?” She smiled at her younger sister. “Reading.” Sierra put a look on her face that said ‘again?!’ Ari sighed. “Yes, again.” Arielle finished her nectarine and picked up her book. Sierra walked out, picking up the hint that her sister was annoyed and didn’t much want to talk.

Must be Cossu

[celeste]

First Name:
Beila
Last Name:
Lacroix
Age:
Sixteen
Appearance:

History:
Beil was born on March 24th, to her muggle parents named Kathryn and Andrew on a farm just 300 miles south of Paris. This birthplace would be the place her parents intended she stay her whole life and work as a farm hand to keep the money steady to support the family. Beila, which was the name of her great-great-grandmother on her father's side, was the third youngest out of seven, making her the fifth child, and the most "talented" one of each of the Lacroix children. She was the only girl in the bunch.

Shortly after learning to walk, Beila was put to chores and such by both strict, old fashioned, and unyeilding parents. Each child had tasks handed to them on their large 20 acre farm, and it was peculiar to Andrew and Kathryn that their only female child, who was not given any easier of a task than her brothers, could finish her chores in such record time. At first, Kathryn suspected her of cheating, suspecting that she was using the help of neighbor boys to help her clean the pig troughs, so she moved her on from that task. She was sucessful in churning butter in under two hours, so she moved her on to the next task. When she was seven, she was mowing the field and weeding the garden in under an hour. An exasperated Andrew let her be, in whatever way she was doing it, she did it perfectly each time.

As a child, Beila always held her own against her normal brothers. She was never victim to pranks or being jumped by her brothers, Richard, Michael, Ryan, Mark, Kevin, and Aaron. It was at eight, when the weird things begin to happen around the house, such as broken windows quickly being fixed, and the family dog ending up on tops of cabinets and locked away atop closet shelves, did her parents finally realize that their daughter was truly special. It wasn't until the peas she dreaded started floating from Beila's plate and onto her brothers did her parents finally have enough of it. They locked Beila away in the home attic in hopes that the weird things would end, only letting her out to use the bathtub each night.

Beila didn't mind this much at all. She'd always felt different, almost better, than the rest of her family. This caused her to dread the times visiting with relatives, feeling almost like a human surrounded by aliens. She'd known that she was better and more efficient than the rest of her family, and these experiences on the Lacroix farm made her who she was today. Beila's Beauxbatons letter came and they all finally knew what their daughter was. There hadn't been a mail man to the farm in over two years, and Beila almost didn't know what was coming to her doorstep until she saw the opened letter on her living room coffee table.

She sensed the fear in her fathers voice as he called her down from her space in the attic that afternoon, and it almost gave her confidence as she bound down the drab, grey, worn out wooden stairs onto their second floor, and then down the stairs to the first floor. All of her curious brothers were pushed from the house, told to clean the barn, which was a strenuous thing, being something done once yearly. Her parents both sat on the old, smelly couch in the living room. It was probably the same color as the attic stairs, and had pieces of foam spilling out of the arm rests. Nothing in her house seemed quite as ugly and terrible as it had before the news had come to her. She'd be leaving. She wasn't condemned to this life of labor anymore. She was free.
Personality:
Beila's personality can be about as various as the weather. Depending on the vibes you send her, she could act any way in response. Presumably attained in a chromosome of her mother, Beila is spontaneous and unpredictable. She might snap at you should she dislike your tone, or she could act totally uncaring and happy. It really just depends on her day. Mostly Beila is happy and carefree, and always friendly. She acts silly and happy all day unless you give her a reason to act otherwise.

Obviously, there can't be all positives to someone, and one of the main negatives about Beila is that she is terribly judgemental. Once in eyesight, Beil will undoubtedly make an assumption about you based on your appearence and behavior, and whether it's correct or not doesn't matter once she perceives you a certain way. It will be unchanged until you show her otherwise. One label she'll place on you is the typical stuck up, rich, pure-blood. Once she hears pure-blood escape your lips in regaurd to yourself, an instant gaurd goes up. With any hint that you're a muggle-born hater, she will either instantly remove herself from your presence, or attack you in defense of her pride. She doesn't like the thought of being insulted for her blood, and she isn't afraid to attack you verbally or physically for this.

Beila regaurds herself as being very approachable, very intelligent, and very friendly. In fact, Beila happens to be very arrogant, very opinionated, and rude at times. She can be selfish and just plain bitchy if you get on her nerves. She's intelligent in ways that she learns at a pace that might be just a little bit above average, but really nothing exraordinary. Sometimes she's argumentave and sometimes she can be the biggest sweetheart, but mostly she'll just be nice to you unless you give her a reason not to.

If she feels up to it, she will study simply for the possibility of being able to surpass someone around her. She doesn't like losing, and often takes healthy competition too seriously. Being a muggle-born, she loves to learn all that she can about this world though, and takes nothing she's given for granted. She's not rich, so she wasn't allowed a large budget for her school things every year. She does her work simply to brag or show off in one way or another, whether it's to people in her classes or to her brothers back home, to baffle them.
Sample RP:

Diagon Alley has always been quite a boring kind of place to Rosalie, despite all of the hustle and bustle, and aside from all the beggars on the sides and the children whining and screaming. A boring trip down memory lane wasn't the reason that Rosalie was in the Alley, no. Rosalie was in search of something, or someone more like. She wasn't sure if this was the place indicated in her brothers letter, and she wasn't into the stupid little codes he liked to place in his letters. Rosalie was an intelligent woman, but not nearly as precise and ingenious as her beloved brother. Rosalie was someone more skilled in the coaxing area, or in the smooth talking area, as opposed to his skills in code making and breaking, puzzle solving, and torturing in every way disgusting and horrible. It was almost inhuman, the way that her brother could figure out every detail down to point in something like a matter of seconds. Maybe that's why father chose he over Rosie when it came down to dirty work in the Anti-Phoenix, because her brother seemed capable of getting out of almost every pickle he'd ever been in. Her mother claimed that he was a replica of his father, and that simply irked her.

So she stood at the brick archway, peering down into the crowd, and her eyes finally resting on the white pillars of Gringotts, after bouncing off of every forehead in eyesight. She'd never find her brother in this mess, if this indeed was the place he had indicated as a meeting spot. She'd probably end up with another letter that night, calling her an insignificant Troll. She'd be in for it with her father and mother, telling her to pull her head out of her ass and start using her head for more than something to put acesssories on. This was the problem with being the middle child in such an uptight household; if you were not perfect, you got the blame. She never really payed much attention to it, though. She knew that it wasn't her fault, really. Her parents really loved her, and as much as they bagged on her, she knew that one day it would truly benefit her, as much as it sucked right now. She sighed, peering at the clock. It was one o'five, and if her brother were here, she'd already be five minutes late, but he wasn't here, and she knew it.

So Rosalie stood there, in the middle of the archway looking like a complete *sshole, with one arm crossed over the other. She was wearing a high wasted black skirt which came over her deep grey blouse, and a pair of knee-high dragon hide boots. What she was wearing seemed to be high-fashion in the wizarding world, and knowing this just heightened her over the rest of society. If she looked better than everyone else, she'd be better than everyone else. All she could smell was some foul stench that was coming from some man a few feet away, whom was picking at things stuck in his long grey beard. Scrunching up her nose, she was on her way down the sun-light alley way, on her way towards Knockturn Alley. She stepped on each cobblestone under her feet with a carefulness that almost threatened that her last step would break her ankle, and her eyes stayed in a gentle but cold gaze in front of her, until someone bumped into her.

oh, and there was something funkay going on with the account the last that I checked. There was a bunch of posts there when you click on my profile and stuff, that I didn't do, obviously. Just so peeps know.

Hmmm difficult... but I think Sournois

[adelbert]

First Name:

Adelbert Antioch

Last Name:

Peverell

Age:

Sixteen

Appearance:

What was originally a kind and compassionate face has now gone wild with a mop of messy brown hair, a slice of chin bristle, and an overall lackadaisical job of shaving. Adelbert gives off the appearance of a feral fraternity boy, which actually covers quite a wide spectrum in terms of charm. His firm, square jaw and his deep coffee-colored eyes accent his intricacy, yet his soft lips and slender nose reveal an inner, hidden air of gentleness.

Expensive dress robes and gallant wizard's cloaks are all the rage among the older pureblood families... the prospect of wearing such clothing prompts Adel to shrug and utter, "It's cool." Despite his nonchalance, the regal gowns of ancient sorcerers do compliment his inherent Peverell qualities beyond what feeble words can express. As far as Muggle clothing goes, Adelbert prefers T-shirts and khakis, blazers and jeans, sweaters and slacks, bell-bottoms and faded designs; he likes to mimic the shaggier 1970's look.

A common source of eye candy and an open exercise enthusiast, Adelbert's body is muscular, tanned, and well-developed. Adel stands at exactly six feet tall, and weighs in at 160 pounds of pure manliness. He swaggers around as if his life were one large music video, and he is seldom found beatboxing down the halls. Adel is either intimidating or inspiring, depending on his mood, and is a rather attractive specimen to behold.

Adelbert also has the symbol of the Peverell coat of arms tattooed across his chest. He tends to smell of Dragonweed, sunflower shampoo, or Irish Spring soap.

History:

A haven for wizard and Muggle alike, Godric's Hollow has housed the noble Peverell family for many a century. As descendants of a legendary wizard, the prideful clan was known for its prestige and purity, and unfortunately for prejudice as well. Consequently, their reputation was muddled with silent disapproval and obligatory respect throughout the years. However, what stands out among the Peverells today is the fable of the Deathly Hallows, the symbols and relics of which are glorified by believers and historians alike.

The modern wizarding era brought with it a new magical culture, and the archaic views on Mudbloods and Muggles began to undergo massive revision. Thus, the Peverells, once a bastion of purebloods, branched off into several other families and eventually dwindled away, leaving forlorn purists to desperately claim relations to their old, conservative clan. Whatever the case, the main house of Peverell continues to reside in Godric's Hollow, in an elegant manor that overlooks the eternal windswept moors.

On the snowy eve of January 20, a boy was finally born to Edward and Emma Peverell in their cozy home, the youngest of four children and the brother to three sisters. Adelbert, or "Adel," was always a whiny and difficult child, and rarely got along with the women in his family. He did maintain a close relationship with his father, whom he idolized until his sudden death at the age of forty-five. This came as a crashing shock to the entire Peverell family, but no one was affected more by his death than the pre-pubescent Adel. They all had to go and live in France, due to the fact his mother's work was relocating.

Personality:

[CHOICES] First and foremost, Adel likes to smoke, Adel likes to flirt, and Adel likes to lounge around on his ass. Thus, it is rather obvious that his choices are generally self-gratifying, but not to the point of utter hedonism. He can actually be a rather sympathetic fellow, but his appetite for pleasure commonly drives him to engage in very stupid things. However, several of his closest friends have installed something of a conscience inside his brain, the height of which comes through for Adel in a pinch. He is merely a misguided, fun-loving man who lacks a central source of motivation. Besides, Adel prides himself on his tendency to finish what he starts, and greets any opposition with the business end of his shoe.

[BRAINS] The easiest way of viewing Adelbert Peverell is by looking at his history. A pampered, even spoiled life was interrupted by the death of Edward Peverell, the sole figure of Adel's heroism and masculinity. As a result, Adelbert replaced his father as the man of the house while concurrently growing up and simply trying to figure out his place in life. He has had to learn many things on his own, which has led to spurts of arrogance and coolness that overflows into his daily presence. While he is certainly not known for his study habits, he harbors a hidden intelligence that a first impression is disinclined to yield.

[MAGIC] Despite his lax nature, Adel is more adept at the practical magical arts than one would think. He excels in Charms and Transfiguration merely because he enjoys tampering with nature. However, the less inventive subjects don't suit him very well, particularly History of Magic. Adel does fare reasonably well in a duel, due to his inexplicable knack for combining odd spells with dodgy tactics to gain the upper hand. Other classes that he likes include Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology, but that doesn't mean he always pays attention in them.

[RELATIONSHIPS] Adelbert a bit of a rebel in the sense that he despises authority and is rarely interested in getting into a serious romantic relationship. He does stay true to his friends and his trusted inner circle, and will breathe darts of scathing fire at anyone who messes with the set he claims. His sharp contrast between bursts of energy and lapses of laziness balance out with those around him, and he is a regular go-to guy for advice due to his crude honesty. In addition, Adel is often a source of fun and entertainment (and making out) for those who appreciate him.

[LIFE] To Adelbert, life is a complex game that is to be toyed with, tinkered with, and otherwise manipulated in order to have a lot of memorable experiences. He isn't driven by much of anything other than his desire to be at peace, and subconsciously fill the void in his heart that his late father left. Adelbert tends to pass off things that he doesn't understand, and has strange and often nonsensical beliefs that most people don't bother to comprehend. His esoteric (and quite random) logic stems from his alternate pathway that almost came to fruition: A pompous pureblood genius that stood at the top of the ladder. After everything had been said and done in Adelbert's past, what resulted was an unusually talented young man who came to prefer relaxation over stress, smirks over sadness, and pride over poor self-esteem.

[ETC.] Adelbert has a fondness for classical music, fine wine, hallucinogens, ice cream, mimicry, Muggle media, small animals, sunglasses, and the xylophone.

Sample RP:

"Ew. That's just gross."

For the past thirty (or seventy?) minutes, Adelbert had been sitting in the dirt, completely mesmerized. Apparently, his mind had been shoveled out the window and replaced with a hamster on a wheel, which wasn't completely surprising if you knew Adelbert Peverell. Snow had collected on the dirty, browning patches of grass like spots of crystal mold, and Adel was just... sitting there, out in the middle of nowhere, poking holes in the ground with his wand. He looked like a three-year old toddler, for Merlin's sake! What was going through his head?

Not much, apparently. He'd taken the wrong herbs from his friend (again) and ended up higher than a kite. Even the most mundane things, such as earthworms crawling through tiny trails of dust or a stream of ants following one another without question, seemed to be extremely amusing and educational. Playing with bugs evolved to a whole new level; every little line and detail on the insect's body sharpened and swirled and struck out in Adel's mind. And their movements were something else entirely. Yes, Adelbert was watching bugs, and he'd been doing so for quite a while, in little more than jeans and a canary yellow sweater.

"How do they get so... small?" he asked with wide, goggly eyes, the question directed to no one in particular. His attention was now directed to a tiny red ant that stuck out amidst the tinier normal black ones that were scuttling in and around their hill. Adel didn't notice that his butt was beginning to hurt (and freeze), and probably wouldn't have noticed the tangled way his hair stuck to his skull or any boogers that might've formed below his nostrils. Thankfully, he tended to have that unrealistic syndrome where he happened to look great even though everything on his head could be completely messed up, but it was still no excuse to space out on one's own appearance. It just wasn't normal for the guy.

Must be Sournois

[cade]

First Name: Cade
Last Name: LeClerc
Age: 17
Appearance: Mr. Cade
History:

Cade grew up with a typical house and a predictable family in a small little town in Northern France. It was the kind of Town where everyone knew everyone else's business, and everyone was oh so nosy. Cade never really liked those kinds of things and neither did his parents, so they put up a nice little fence around their house to keep prying eyes of troublesome neighbors out of their house. It doubled well actually, considering that Cade had a pet dog which was able to run around in the yard without getting loose within the neighborhood.

Being Muggleborn, Cade did not know he was a wizard, and neither did his parents. He was sent to a muggle school and went through the muggle teaching system until he was of age to attend the magical school of Beauxbatons Academy. Cade isn't an emotional person, but when he was younger he was very emotional, and when Cade got emotional some of his magical abilities where set aflair. In muggle school, Cade was a bit of an outcast, but he really didn't care. He enjoyed playing by himself, and the others found that a bit strange. Not only was Cade a bit awkward looking - very skinny, frail and pale - but strange things seemed to happen around him. He was picked on a lot when he was in muggle school, which resulted in his relatively cocky attitude now.

When Cade received his letter for School, his parents where both proud and shocked. His mother couldn't be happier, but his father took a different light. Being closest to his father, Cade always felt the need to live up to his expectations and be the ideal son, like he was to his father. Sometimes however, it seemed no matter what he did his father never approved. Till this day Cade tries to keep up with his expectations, but always seems to fall just short. Either way Cade and his family has a good relationship, but he is starting to get relatively discouraged with his father's disapprovals.

When Cade finally left for school, those nosy neighbor started talking like the usually did. Their children had went to school with Cade, and claimed he was a 'weirdo' etc. Not many people know anything about Cade's family, and the fence that lines the yard only fuels the curiosity and nasty rumors. Happy to escape the predictable life in his home town, Cade attends Beauxbatons.

Personality:

Cade is the person that you will never forget - he is the boy that will be in every single picture in a yearbook, or the one who you you remember ten years down the road as "Oh yeah, that kid...What an interesting fellow."

To start off, Cade is very insecure about himself because of being teased when he is younger. However, he hides it very very well with his Cocky attitude and Big ego. He thinks he is better then many others at things that he does until proven that he is not the best, then he takes it like a champ. In his mind, if he lets everyone know that he is better and the best then they wont pick out his flaws, nor will they discover is insecure personality. On that note, he tries his best to be on top - some things come more naturally then others.

Cade is a perfectionist and an optimist. He always has a positive look on the majority of things - except the human race as a whole. He only has negative views on certain topics, but he tries to be as realistic as possible. In his mind the Human race is pathetic and easily manipulated to do someone's will. Because of that thought, Cade doesn't like to fit the mold. He is rebellious and not afraid to speak his mind. If you do something wrong to him or someone he cares about, then he will send you a howler, or hunt you down himself and confront you. He isn't afraid of many things, and is a very good talker. He can justify anything he does make make you believe he is right.

But don't get the wrong idea, Cade doesn't use people for his own personal gain. He is really just trying to protect himself and the ones that he cares about, which aren't that many. He is the one who knows just about everyone on at lest a name to name basis, but only considers a select few true friends. Cade is afraid of getting hurt, so he doesn't let anyone in easily. It always seems like he is in a really good mood no matter what is happening. Cade tries his best to hide his emotions and doesn't get attached to a person easily. If someone shows an extreme interest in Cade he actually frightens him, but he doesn't let it show. He really doesn't like to hurt people, specifically those that he cares about. But sometimes, Cade does things without thinking and he hurts those people. Cade always does things with the best intentions, but they usually turn out horridly wrong.

Cade is really smart. Smart enough to not have to study for tests and he will get a good mark on them. He pays attention in classes, but does goof off to keep those boring classes entertaining. Cade gets bored very easily - of people too. That's why he feels he can never be in a good relationship because he gets bored of people way to easily. It has nothing to do with that person really, it's his fault for constantly needing change. The same old routine he hates, therefore he is constantly doing things in different ways.

Cade is Sarcastic and funny, and always a good time to be around - unless he doesn't like you...then he will do what he can to make you miserable. If Cade doesn't like you and you don't like Cade, then he wont exactly be nice to you. Well he will...but if you do something wrong to him then he will do something wrong back. When Cade is around things usually are kept entertaining. Not only Flirty but a good time, Cade can make anyone smile.

Sample RP:

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry -
You don' know how lovely you are.

heaving a sigh, Cade made his way back to his dorm from the Library, a few books residing under his arm. A tedious task it was going to the library - it always seems that there is some students that decided to be disrespectful to the others that are actually trying to get work done. He didn't think too much on the idiots that decided to throw paper airplanes around, and merely laughed at the fact that he will be the one acing his tests while they fail miserably. Well...to be truthful Cade wasn't actually studying. He was multi tasking! writing a letter and reading up on some Dark arts. He can handle it.

Walking through the halls Cade ran a hand through his messy mop of dirty blond hair, allowing it to fall right back into place afterward. Cade was convinced that it always looked good, no matter what he did to it - but he was never satisfied. He always got compliments on it however, even though he was positive that it was a mess. Grinning, he passed a few students in the hall and gave a passing smile, making sure to flash his pearly whites. He took off his cloak and draped it over his shoulder before loosening up his school tie and un-tucking his shirt [ yes, he did this while walking down the hall ]. See? Cade is a fantastic multi - tasker. Grinning, he reached his house common room and arched his eyebrow. There was a lot of noise going on in there...

Murmuring some words Cade entered the common room only to find a mess load of people, music, and food. He had no idea there was a fiesta going on in here! Grinning, Cade tossed his things into a nearby chair and plopped his lovely bottom into a chair and grabbed a drink from a nearby student. "Thanks" he said taking a sip before spotting some interesting game happening in the center of the room. Deciding it was time to show his stellar skills, Cade got up and walked over to the table, grabbing some dice. "Ready to get your Arse kicked?" he asked and gave them a good roll.

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Must be Sournois

[jeanmarie]

First Name: Jean-Marie
Last Name: Toullier
Age: 17

Appearance: Naturally, Jean-Marie has no clue what her hair color is. It has been dyed a variety of colors since she was thirteen years old. It has gone from bright blue, to black, to red, to orange, to bright green, to purple, to almost white, to where it is now at bright pink with a splash of purple. She is average in height at five feet and four inches, a little pale in the skin, and she is slightly underweight. She likes to dress in a variety of colors and some of her outfits don't always match or make sense. Jean-Marie does, however, have an obsession with the brand Vans for some reason.

She has several piercings in both her ears and a nose piercing on her nose. Jean-Marie loved dramatic make-up, and eyeliner is one of her very best friends. Her nails are painted each day to match her weird outfits where all colors are represented nail by nail. Not a big fan of jewelry outside of piercings, Jean-Marie only wears a crescent moon necklace she stole from someone when she was sixteen.

History: Born to two wizards, Jean-Marie knew she had magical properties from a very young age and used it to cause trouble. After having been in time-out countless of times for petty stuff, she began to make trouble outside of her home while her inside-house crimes merely escalated. Pranks were always big with Jean-Marie since she was four years old, especially when she gained a little brother whom she immediately--and still does--hated. Over the years, her pranks and behavior became more elaborate and her parents grew frustrated with her, often threatening to kick her to the streets if she didn't clean up her act.

Around ten years of age, the pranks developed into all-out bad behavior. She illegally gave herself a piercing, walked out of the house without her parents knowing where she was going, and stayed out to the wee hours of the mornings. She tried smoking and hated it, leaving it alone, but was open to other forms via experimentation. Jean-Marie found out she likes alcohol and became something of an alcoholic. Most of her boyfriends were above the drinking age so they could give her alcohol. In return, she would do about anything they asked of her. She lost her virginity when she fourteen years old.

Around the age of fifteen, she developed a habit of stealing when her parents refused to give her money for what she wanted. It started out as raiding her parents wallets and then shoplifting. After about year of shoplifting, she began to rob people when she was sixteen. Going into strange houses, she would steal whatever attracted her attention. At night, she would club and party until she passed out. Once her parents found out about her varied crime-life, including a false rumor of prostitution, they kicked her out of the house and sent her to Beauxbatons, hoping some education may be good for her.

Personality: To her, the world is filled with indifference. everything is there for the taking. She is greedy, selfish, and doesn't care who gets in her way. Jean-Marie secretly fears getting caught, but not enough to reform. Hating authority, she will go out of her way to challenge it whenever it challenges her. There are a few things she will not do: vandalize, smoke, and beat up children. Children are the only beings safe from her, as she sympathizes with them. Also, she likes to learn and pays good attention to the detail of her surroundings. This is how she managed to go so long without getting caught. A softer side of her is a hopeless romantic who wants to be swept off her feet and experience fairy tale love. She loves American rock music.

Sample RP:

'It's pleasantly warm, this day,' Jean-Marie thought idly as she looked over the the letters from her parents. They were furious at her, that she knew. She hardly cared for their opinion. They did, after all, take such a long time to realize that their daughter wasn't the innocent little angel they had thought she was. Nonetheless, Jean-Marie Toullier wasn't completely dismayed at the fact that she had to go to school. It was away from her parents and a new scene. There will be plenty of new things to take her interest, plenty of rules to break, and plenty of authoritarians to terrorize.

Jean-Marie was in an outside cafe getting lunch before she had to arrive at her new boarding school. She liked outdoor cafes--they were easier for you to walk away from before anyone knew that you failed to pick up the check. Looking over the menu, she immediately grew tired of the variety of steak-frites and boullet and fromage platters. In the end, she ordered the soup of the day and some chocolat, followed by some ice cream. After having about twenty euros worth of food, she exited from her chair, grabbed her bag, and continued to be on her way. She slipped into an alley just as shouts came from her waiter.

Here, Jean-Marie took off running. She moved too quickly and fell, scraping her knees and her hands before composing herself. It didn't matter that she had no idea if she was being chased--she loved to run and wasn't going to take the risk of walking and being caught. Slowly, she came out of the alley on the other side of the street and stepped into a wizarding shop. Here, she was safe from any muggles. Overlooking the variety of interesting knick-knacks, she fought the urge to simply grab them. You didn't mess with a wizard and its store. Stealing was the worst thing you could do. Jean-Marie would know, she had tried once before and received quite a nasty gash on her hand from when the item in question turned on her.

"May I help you?" came from the witch at the register. Jean-Marie shook her head, cleaning up her wounds before leaving the store in feigned disinterest. It was time for her to go to the Beautiful Wands Academy--Beauxbatons.

Born to two wizards?? I have never heard of that before. I hope to assume you actually meant to a witch and a wizard. Other than that . . .

Must be Sournois!

[harmony]

First Name: Harmony

Last Name: Barrington

Age: 16 years old

Appearance:



Harmony has a rather thin frame with slight curves to distinguish her from her brother. Unlike him, she stands at about 5'5", a trait she received from her mother. There is a soft curve of her jaw, which only enhances the natural beauty of her face. Her eyes are a deep metallic shade of blue that will darken into a stormy gray if she is angered. Her hair, which is a natural shade of fiery red, will vary in length, style, and color depending upon her mood. She's often been known to decide to change her hair and will come back with it chopped off above her shoulders and in an odd shade of color.

History:

Harold and Myranda met in their later years at Hogwarts in Hogsmeade. The two got along with each other and immediately began dating. Harold graduated 1976 and trained in the Mininstry as an Obliviator, and his mother graduated in 1978. Soon after the two were engaged. They both worked at the Ministry, his mother acquiring a position in the Floo Network. After being engaged for two years, the finally married June of 1980. They spent a year establishing themselves in the wizarding community, purchasing a manor to settle in, and planning their future ahead of time since Myranda was pregnant.

August 21st, 1981 William Patrick Barrington was born. He was the first born son of the family which Harold was so content about. Myranda and Harold's parenting skills from here began and they flourished within months, becoming the best parents they could be, even if they were spoiling young William a bit. Six months after the birth, they hired a nanny to take care of William while Myranda went back to work. Almost two years later, Myranda was pregnant again and this time when she was near to having this baby, she resigned her position at the Ministry for good to become a stay-at-home mother.

Constance was born April 1st, 1983. Since then, Harold was the only one who continued working at the Ministry. Constance was practically Harold's little princess. He taught her to fly when she was three years old, which William could already do at the age of five, and of course with parental supervision. When they were young, their mother would constantly read William and her stories, sang songs to lull Constance asleep, and gaze at the stars when she allowed William and Constance to stay up late at night.

Nine years later another surprise in the family revealed itself as Myranda announced another pregnancy. However, this one was far more unusual in the Barrington family, but very special. She bore twins, both Ainsley and Harmony on June 13th, 1992.

Like most twins, Harmony and Ainsley are practically inseperable, even going through a short phase of emotional connected magic at the tender age of three. Growing up, their personalities began to differ slightly, though when looking at the big picture between the two, still retained a common pattern to it.

Harmony grew more interested in becoming popular, powerful, and being the spoiled one in the family. She was practically an attention seeker. Although, at a time she looked up to her older brother and sister, but she had soon become disinterested in their lives and thought her own was more important. But being the spunky little girl that she was, Harmony refused to let anyone exclude her in anything.

She's looked out for her brother Ainsley since he's been an important person in her life. Even though she feels that he's weak and far too interested in his talents for the arts, she does her best to protect him. Afterall, the two share a connection to one's feelings. Ainsley is the quiet one of the two; whereas Harmony, well she likes to speaks her mind and take actions into her own hands.

Harmony was home-schooled by her parents until the age of sixteen, at which time, they agreed that they could learn no more from their parents and it was time to practice their magic. During the time with their parents, they learned typical subjects such as mathematics, history, english/literature, and the sciences. Their parents did include small lessons on magic, however, they were not allowed to pracitce as they had no wands and their parents believed it was better for them to wait until they were under the teaching and close watch of the teachers at Beauxbatons.

Personality:

Impressive awareness of her aims and best ways to achieve them is probably the main trait that separates Harmony from the crowd. She's different from the rest of the Barrington's, a polar opposite of her twin brother Ainsley. Having been spoilt as a child, she didn’t get used to getting what she wanted for granted, yet such upbringing founded her belief that she can and will have everything of her wishes. She happens to be very selfish of her needs and wants. If she doesn't get what she asks for, she throws a tantrum. Harmony’s truly a perfect example of the practical usage of popular saying "All’s fair in love and war", only in her case "love and war" might be as well replaced with simple "everything". The girl truly has no qualms in using any means. She’s incredibly determined as well, which combined with meticulousness and stubbornness leaves absolutely no possibility of Harmony ever abandoning her purpose.

Harmony can indeed boast a volcano-like personality and an infamously brash temper. Her passion, never really harnessed, comes to display whatever the case might be. She is recognized for her aggression pointed especially against those inferior to her (and considering her self-assurance there is a large enough number of those). She lacks a certain ability to fight with her enemies in a sly and subtle way, preferring to make unconcealed verbal and, occasionally, even physical attacks. It’s pointless to deny that she has all the talent for those, however, as her scornful wit is something Harmony’s quite proud of.

She doesn't have a care for anyone else's feelings but her own and her brother's. However, she does protect her family. She feels that people aren't worthy of her acknowledgement, so she ignores them. Harmony is arrogant and thinks of herself above all others. Actually, she practically insists she's the princess and should be treated as one. She's very blunt and openly voices criticism. Harmony is not nice to anyone that comes off wrong with her, but on rare occasions she can come off as kind, depending on her mood. She isn't quiet at all. So she's often seen making snide and cutting remarks at the expense of any students. She's ruthless and callous enough to disrespect anyone.

Harmony’s intellectual strength is of the book-smarts sort. In fact, she has had a penchant to broaden her intellectual horizons by studying, reading and whatnot, which leads her to gaining acceptable grades. She’s analytical, able to sort out each situation’s causes and possible consequences, along with the best way to act in it.

Sample RP:

Well this isn't what Harmony expected of herself as she stayed behind within those castle corridors instead of heading home. It's been only a month since she arrived, and not promoting, well she expected it since she started pretty late. Oh well, pity, she may as well make use of this break and the activities offered around the school grounds. She couldn't be all that bored with herself. And perhaps she'll find some company she can be civil with, excluding the boy she met by the lake during the end of term.

Harmony never has been so offended in her life by anyone except for him, whom she was not sure of his name. Sure, they've met in class a couple of times, but he shrugged her off when he sat beside her. What was his name? He probably wasn't that important if she couldn't remember, but it started with an 'M' if her memory served her correctly. Then again, role call during classes never concerned her, so she basically never paid much attention. No used to if you weren't going to promote.

So here in the dormitory, she dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a black tank top with a crest on the right side of her chest. It's only clothing to her since she could care less about the house she was sorted in. Maybe one day she'll come to like and respect her house, but that wouldn't be any time soon since she was not accustomed to being divided differently from other people around her age. Schools were meant to be unified under one roof, not in three.

Perhaps her stubbornness always got the best side of her to see a different view of the school. She was born into a home where many of her family members went to a school that was divided by houses, but she just couldn't understand it. Harmony will eventually just have to adjust. Maybe she'll become more nicer to others and not sound so arrogant about herself when she finds herself in a conversation. That was probably her first mistake with the unnamed boy. Then again, she was just a smart-arse.

Hands thrusted in the pockets of her skinny jeans, she leaves the dorms and heads out of the castle to the changed school grounds. They looked different, complimenting the season that is now summer. It was nice for a change with the leaves enriched in shades of green and luscious galore. Clumps of foliage adorned the bare branches of trees, easy to hide the chirping birds and provide shade for students who sat beneath them in the heated day.

Instead of heading toward the lake, she headed toward another direction. A place that some students have been talking about. There were large webs suspended up in the air in a mess of trees in the enchanted woods. The talk of jumping on these webs and having so much fun intrigued Harmony. So this time, she couldn't avoid her temptation to try out this large spider webs. However, the nightfall was near and she couldn't just jump in the dark. On the other hand, it could serve as another purpose to lay on and enjoy the starry night.

Harmony approached these acromantula-made webs which were magnificent in size and shape. She examined the intricate design of how each thread was weaved. For a dangerous creature like the acromantula, this must have taken some time to make, maybe a day or so? You never know how long a spider actually spins a web. But no matter to harmony since she carefully hoisted herself up on the spiderweb and rolled to the middle, where she then laid on her back, arms behind her head to cusion it, and eyes staring far into the sky above her. A peaceful night to star gaze; it couldn't get any better than this.

Changed it... and also changed to fit the format.

Then it must be Sournois

[Caine McLeod]

First Name Caine

Last Name Whittman

Age 17 [For Eternity]

Appearance A haughty face looks down disdainfully at a height of 5’ 9’’ and regards you with the cool composure of a noble. This trait is one Caine hasn’t lost in the past seven hundred years- four hundred years of knowing that whatever lineage one came from, it had to be of lesser importance then him. Thick eyebrows that curve into sarcastic slopes are also observed, the same dark chocolate color that his hair obtains. A cold smile rests upon his face with repressed impatience that doesn’t meet his coal black eyes; eyes that stare into you own with contempt and a burning intensity that leaves you trailing off what you were saying and rapidly escaping the greater gaze. Broad shoulders frame a rather lean body of muscularity unconceivable; no doubt, once in the presence of Caine Whittman, one feels unneeded, unnecessary, and arrogant for thinking otherwise. Whether this is true or not doesn’t matter; nothing matters in the commanding presence of this truly-bred nobleman.

History In 1316 a boy with hair as luscious as the down of a bird was born to a noble high on the king’s favor; a boy, not a girl. This fact was rejoiced by all who lived on the count’s land of generous proportions; not some troublesome girl to marry off, but a boy who could be taught how the court was run and how to please the restless king. Named Caine for a grandfather long forgotten, he was brought up to be the perfect gentlemen, never setting eyes on worthless folks, with a dazzling smile that never reached his eyes, and a quick wit that fascinated and captured the attention (and the hearts) of all around him. Proud as he was of his son, the noble knew that he would have to prove himself before a higher level of respect was to be paid to the family.

It was the mysterious dealings of one of the lesser dukes of the court that was brought to Caine’s attention. A sly, sneaky guy who seemed to look at the brides of the various counts like they were food, a trait that gave off warning signals (though it seemed Caine was the only one that felt them). Little did he know that was precisely the case. It was a dark night that Caine, under the natural cloak called darkness, followed the shadowed man through the palace, where a banquet was being held. One glimpse of the man’s blood-red eyes gave him enough warning to turn around; but not so was the personality of Caine, who pushed Fate to it’s limits. It was then that Fate snapped.

With a flash, all was dark, and a scream ripped into the night. Caine a second later dully realized it had come from his throat, where the abnormally large fangs of the (as he realized now) vampire in front were sunk in almost permanently. Blood was replaced with venom that caused his heart to freeze and turn his veins to ice. It took an hour for the rest of his humanity to disappear; and as the vampire who had hungered for years without blood drank his fill, Caine realized two things: 1) He was no longer human, and 2) To the rest of the world, he was dead. As soon as strength could be recovered, he smeared the excess blood on the window pane and wrecked the room, making the blood most conspicuous on the window, where anyone who would fall would land into a moat of unknown and wild things. Count Caine was dead, and the eternal Caine the Vampire was born.

For 700 years he has wandered, going from place to place with the shifting of power; since his realization that vampires were real (and he was one of them), soon came the knowledge that witches, wizards, giants, werewolves, and a whole matter of strange and magical creatures were all real too, and he was astounded to learn that as a vampire these skills applied to him too. He waited for his chance, smoothly fitting into every century that came around, until he came to this. Feeling impatient, and not wanting to wait for magic to become more advanced, he entered the school where he hoped no one would learn how eternally 17 he was… and though he won’t admit it to himself, a part of him was crying out for someone other than an acquaintance… a friend, or maybe more.

Personality Caine, coming from aristocratic background, thinks that this century is too loose and wild. Therefore one would rarely see him ‘cutting loose’, or giving anyone more then a second glance. He’s as arrogant as he can be, and though his wizarding skills only come from his transition from human to vampire, the way he acts is like he’s the most pure-blood of them all. He could be quite popular, with his good looks and his apparent clean blood, but when people meet him they instantly feel reduced and unimportant, a fact that Caine does not waste telling them with his haughty manner and pitying glances. With every word you speak with him, he seems to shake his head and say “What fools you are! But at least I’m not one”. He also doesn’t waste words when telling someone he wishes to be alone.

Caine is pleasant when he wants to be, but with his complete disregard of everyone around him, there is no reason for him to be. A sharp wit and lashing tongue coaxes you to admit that he’s right, and you’re wrong; most people leave him (or he leaves them) flustered and confused. Surprisingly, when people treat him like and bully and tell him to butt out of the like, he backs off with the air that he really had been gracing you with his presence, but it was time he was off, leaving them with nothing to say. Pranks are pulled on him almost daily, as pay-back, but Caine just smiles in a sinister way, knowing whoever did what they did was being unnecessarily childish.

There has only been one person in his seven hundred years of life who has ever seen him truly happy; his father, whom he had a fantastic relationship with and still grieves to this day. It was when he was young, and his father took him to a commoner’s festival; the bright lights shining up his face, Caine had broken the shell he was born into, had smiled, had laughed. But no one, nor anything, has ever made him show any genuine happiness or contentment. In fact, if you asked how Caine viewed himself, though he acts like the king of the world, he would state that he hated himself.

And that was that.

Sample RP The corrider was dark, but the intentions of the two people walking in it was darker. While the hallway smelled of decay ad fear, the people walking in it smelled like revenge and a burning thirst. And though the rooms on either side of them contained sleeping bodies, these two were wide-awake and aware of each other. For one, this was good; for the other, very, very bad.

Caine brushed back his dark honey hair and crept down the aisle like only one can in a life-or-death situation. In the dangerous world he lived in, the young nobleman knew for sure that if he was found, he would be taken hostage, framed, or disposed of in some way; the thrill that ran through his veins at every turn of the passage. Closer and closer he was coming to the answer, the undoing of this mysterious stranger who most likely was plotting against the king… and then Caine made a terrible, terrible mistake.

He let himself think ahead.

He would catch the strange noble, show proof of his guilty ways, and become a knight in the mind of the king. So high in the king’s favor shall he be, that no one would challenge his authority when he gave orders. He should whisper into the king’s ear the will of his family in clever tones, and so trusted would he be, nothing would go wrong.

It was at that moment the noble turned around, and the lamp fell, extinguishing the light it carried. As Caine’s world was plunged into darkness, he knew he had failed.

And then the wailing began.

Must be Sournois.

[lee]

Hey Ainsley, What's Your Name Again?
Name: Ainsley Orrick Barrington
Nickname(s): Lee (Will only allow his family to call him 'Lee'), Dork (Called by family).
Birthday: 13^th of June, 1992
Born in: London, England, United Kingdom
Language(s): English (British accent) & French
Spouse: Prefers to be single

His Other Side
Blood: Pure as sin
Wand: Unknown at this moment
Pets: Molly, the black cat

Physical Description:
This Barrington stands six foot three which towers over his sisters by a head or so. He has fair heathly pale skin which is due to him perfering the indoors and not the outdoors. Ainsly has dark brown hair that's usually brushed but completely messed up do to the fact he doesn't know what else to do with it. Eyes are a light gray color that will hint green once in a while. He has no piercings and no tattoos on his skin.

Personality:
Ainsley Orrick Barrington is quite the opposite of his twin sister Harmony Barrington. Lee is very, very quiet when he first meets someone but once he gets used to them he talks more and more. He's always has something on his mind. Ainsley likes to listen to really loud music (rock, death metal, screamo, then classical). Often Lee speaks his mind and doesn't mind pissing someone off. He knows his twin views him as a weak person and he can't stand it. If anyone messes with his family, specially his sister Harmony they're asking for a scar on their face to remember him by. Ainsley confides in his sister most of all since he feels a 'bond' between them.


Family History:
Harold met Myranda in his seventh year at Hogwarts on a class trip to Hogsmeade. Obviously boys will be boys, flirting with the most elegant of all girls. However, Myranda was very snooty at the time, but gave him a chance after he bought her a butterbeer at the pub. The two hit it off for the rest until Harold's graduation in 1976. They kept dating while Harold began training in the Ministry as an Obliviator. Once Myranda graduated in 1978, they were engaged.

After a two year engagement, they married in June of 1980, and both worked at the Ministry. Myranda got a job in the Floo Network while Harold was a full fledge Obliviator. However, while both worked so hard for the next year to establish a manor in London and settle in, Myranda decided to surprise Harold that they were expecting parents. Her mother worked for the remainder of the pregnancy until the last trimaster where she finally left the Ministry for maternity leave.

August 21st, 1981 William Patrick Barrington was born. He was the first born son of the family which Harold was so content about. Myranda and Harold's parenting skills from here began and they flourished within months, becoming the best parents they could be, even if they were spoiling young William a bit. Six months after the birth, they hired a nanny to take care of William while Myranda went back to work. Almost two years later, Myranda was pregnant again and this time when she was near to having this baby, she resigned her position at the Ministry for good to become a stay-at-home mother.

Soon Constancce was born into the Barringon family and the family seemed complete, or so they thought...

Nine years later the twins were born.^th

Like most twins, Ainsley and Harmony are practically inseparable, even going through a short phrase of emotional connected magic at the tender age of three. Growing up, their personalities began to differ slightly, though when looking at the big picture between the two, still retained a common pattern to it.

Growing up in the Barrington house was alright for Ainsley. He didn't mind getting picked on his older brother William or his older sister Constance. Ainsley greatly admires both siblings and wishes he was more like them than himself.

Even when little he liked to be by himself with the exception of his twin sister Harmony. He has always felt this connection with her feelings and she has the same to him. Ainsley thinks it is quite hilarious to have the opposite personality of his twin. Sometimes he gets annoyed by her antics but keeps it in his head most of the time.

Quiet as he may be Ainsley, if annoyed enough, will explode. If you mess with him or his family you will pay for it by having a scar on your face, by his fist, that you will always remember him by.

Ainsley Orrick Barrington likes to read a lot. He has read every book in his parent's library at home. Ainsley reads from spell books to comic books to research papers people have written. To be honest he prefers books to people any day of the week.

In school he does the best he can and will not except anything that's under the highest grade you can get. But if he does happen to get lower he doesn't let it get to him. Ainsley doesn't allow anything to get to him, not even people that calls him a 'Dork' like his family does. He prefers to be that way.

Ainsley will always be himself and will not change himself for anyone. At a young age he found the ability to draw and keep it. He likes to paint, draw, color in coloring books depending how bored he is.

Example Post:
Gray eyes looked at his painting as he took a step back from it. His head tilted and he bit his lip. That green and that yellow do not go together. What was I thinking? I can't undo it now. The young Barrington got a tissue and tried to rub the green off canvas without smearing it everywhere. Mum will just say she likes it. She likes all your art work. Won't tell you want you need to fix. Like that does me any good.

Ainsley looked to the house to get the detailing of the door right before he painted it on the canvas. There was no way he wanted to ruin this canvas. It wasn't like he could go out to the store whenever he wanted and get another one. This was his last one and didn't want to make it look like crap. It had to be perfect in every way possible.

Even from the front lawn he could hear his sister arguing with William. It's great to be home, he laughed in his head. Lee shook his head and sighed. Each one of the four Barrington children were different in every way possible and they liked it that way, they were unique. But their parents still got their names mixed up. At times Ainsley found himself to be named Constance or William or even Harmony if his parents were having an off day.

Lee put his brush on his canvas and began to brush delicately. There we go. Finishing up the painting he gathered all his supplies and went over to the water hose to clean off his brushes so the paint wouldn't dry on them. He hated dried paint on his brushes. Ainsley dried them off with his shirt and he grabbed his painting in one hand by the wire in the back and his supplies in the other.

Walking inside he sat the painting on the dinner table so his mum would find it. There was no use looking for her, she could be anywhere. He put his brushes in a cup he usually sat them in when he wasn't using them. Time to look for Harmony. "Harms, where art thou?" Soon he heard his sister reply in a loud voice.

Finding her in the den he tackled her and ruffled her hair with a pillow. "There," he said getting up and leaving her on the floor. "What are you ranting about now?" Ainsley shook his head and laid down on the couch.[/font][/color]

I fixed the problem with the physical description.

Must be Rouerie

[b310]

First Name: Chevalier
Last Name: DePaul
Age: Seventeen


Chevalier was born on April 1st, 1991 to the lovely couple, Johnny and Christina DePaul. They were so excited that he was born. He was their first child, but definitely not their last. He is the oldest of five children and a bonus -sarcastically-, he is the only boy. Mind you, growing up with all sisters was not easy, but now that he is older, he looks after them with his life.

When Chevy was two years old, his mother gave birth to his sister, Adelina. This wasn't a big deal, since Chevy was only two at the time. He didn't know what having a sibling meant. He just noticed the new baby.

At the age of five, Chevy started showing those signs of being a wizard, which made both his parents really happy. Although his mother wasn't a witch, she hoped that Chevy would have the magical gifts that his father had.

When Chevy was eight years old, his mother was in the delivery room having another child. Since Chevy was older now and could understand more than when he was two or five, he didn't want another sister. But, unfortunate for him, his parents came home with a beautiful baby girl named Belle.

At the age of ten, her mom had another baby girl. By this time, Chevy was already fighting with both his sisters. He didn't want another sister, but he didn't have a choice. When his parents brought home Carolina, Chevy got mad and didn't speak to his parents for two weeks.

Hitting puberty around twelve/thirteen, Chevy was not excited at all to find that his mother was pregnant again. He kept himself isolated from his parents and three sisters. He went to school in the morning and didn't come home until about nine at night everyday. This worried his mother and she gave premature birth to another little girl that they called Dyanna.

From age thirteen to fifteen, Chevy went through some serious emotional problems. His parents sent him to see a therapist, which didn't work. It just made him worse. He made himself think that he was crazy, which made him do some stupid things (tried to commit suicide once). His parents got him some serious help and it worked. He got over the problems that he had and turned into a "normal" teenager.

Now, at age seventeen, he is attending Beauxbatons.

Personality:

Chevy is a very complicated boy. Around the age of fifteen, he began to think that he was crazy. He couldn’t control his temper and he thought the most horrible things, from committing suicide to killing family members. That stage has passed. Since then, Chevy has been a quiet boy and hasn’t told many people his thoughts. He likes to make new friends, but he doesn’t get close to very many people.

Likes:
+ reading
+ taking pictures
+ drawing
+ writing
+ cats
+ music
+ smoking when stressed
+ sleeping
+ love
+ brunettes
+ family
+ french fries
+ old horror movies
+ the 50's
+ girls with glasses

Dislikes:
- big dogs
- slxts
- ice cream
- swimming
- the cold
- therapists
- snobby people
- couples who fight
- random sex

Sample RP:

Chevy rolled his eyes as he listened to a couple in front of him bicker and argue. He always thought that couples who argued were ridiculous and should not be together. His parents never argued, at least not in front of him.

“Will you two shut it already?” he shouted at them. Chevy clenched his fist and remembered that he needed to control his anger. Sometimes he just couldn’t help it. He thought he had gotten over it and so did his family, but there was still a little bit of crazy in him.

He didn't want to be crazy and he definitely didn't want to lash out at people like he just did. The male in the relationship was staring at him and muttering curse words, but Chevy wasn't paying attention. He avoided drama.

It would be nice if everything could be longer. History should talk more about how he grew up, since it is what makes him who he is now. Personality needs more about how he is with others, himself, and family. Talk about the things he likes to do such as hobbies.

I made it longer.

Must be Cossu

[bangbang]

First Name: William Reno
Last Name: Chevelle
Age: 17
Appearance:
History: Born on October 21, William Reno Chevelle was a complete but never the less shock to Prudence and Wilfred Chevelle. Ever since that day that the 'happy' parents took him home, and from that moment, he was put into the care of a nanny. Her name was Alice, and his mother figure as he grew up. He was of course spoiled, but unlike normal kids, growing up as a single child with rich parents didn't affect him much. He is very much the selfless boy who would rather others prosper when they deserve it than himself. Up until now, Will had gone to an all-boys school, but his mother wanted him to be a little closer to home, so she moved him to Beauxbatons, for the finest education in all of France. He was really excited to go to a co-ed school, and wants to make the most of it.

Personality: William is very much a straightforward kid. He is one of the kids who lead, not follow, and he will stand up for himself and his friends. He is selfless when it comes to his close friends and those he cares about, but he isn't afraid to speak his mind when it comes to those who challenge him. He also enjoys being in the center of attention, for who doesn't want to use good looks to the best of their advantage? He is very protective of friends, and if someone hurts his friends in any way, he WILL stick up for them, and take care of them to the best of his ability. He enjoys hanging around with friends, and he likes to play quidditch with his friends. When he has a girlfriend, he's really sweet, and he will let her take the control while still maintaining it himself. He also likes to admit that he's quite a ladie's man, and enjoys it muchly.

Sample RP: William walked across the lawn of the new school. It was large, certainly, and very much the lavish place, much different from the all boys school he had attended before, but he was used to the luxe life. Hey, someone's gotta live it, why not him? Besides, his mother was happy, so he was. And he was much closer to Alice at Beauxbatons, he missed his surrogate mother greatly, seeing as it had been since last summer. His school hadn't let boys out during holidays, which was one of the reasons his mum took him out of that school and put him here.

He looked across the sandy shores of the lake, and sighed. Darker speckles of tan marred the otherwise white surface, and he didn't know where to begin. You obviously have to start with someone, but who? Who were the popular ones whom he should try to fit it with? Who should he avoid? Life in a new school...he had nearly forgotton how tough it was.

A tad bit hard to sort, does he have hobbies? Is there anything he likes to do? This is specifically towards personality. How does he feel transitioning to a new school?

I fixed it!!
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Must be Rouerie

[heartcore]

First Name: RYLAN
Last Name: C a r o u s e l l e

Age: seventeen

Appearance:

Personality:

Rylan is forever shy, like a little flower, still blooming, that won’t open it’s petals and peep out to the big world just yet.

He is infinitely tender, sweet to about everyone, and for this, hardly anyone hates him. Apart from the odd person, that can't stand his candid character, and would like to shout to him that Santa doesn't exist. That, would hurt the boy like mad, he still believes Santa exists.

It's like the boy has never lost his innocence.
there's a part in him, that refuses to grow up.

Ryry is a soft person, and needs the strong protection of his best friend, Brendan. The boy has wrapped himself around Brendan, and held to him ever since they have met. He is a solid part of Rylan's being, and finds himself lost most of the time when he's on his own.

His opinion is easily turned around, the boy is not very hard-headed, on the contrary of Bren. He doesn't really think for his own, but prefers that others do the thinking for him. Preferably Bren. He'll be okay with whatever Bren decides, he always knows best.

The kid is not that great at school. He doesn't understand much, unless it's repeated to him at least three times. He has given up on being smart, or average, and lost track of everything. He is not mentally present during his lessons. Most of the time, he's lost in his head, coming up with strange ideas that no-one has ever thought before, and making up songs with weird lyrics. He would look up at you, with big brown, lost eyes, and blink, as though he had never saw anything like you before.
Some people cease to try to understand him. They think he is too complicated for their sense, while he's just a simple little boy, that likes to doodle with crayons, and sing himself to sleep.

He is like a little angel, fallen from his cloud.

would you take his hand, and lead him back up to it?

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The only thing he seems capable of doing well, is writing those songs of his. Brendan likes them. He says they're great. So Rylan enjoys it too. Sometimes, he would show the lyrics to Bren, and his friend would put some music to them - he always played that piano so damn well. Whenever Bren played the piano, Rylan would sit silently next to him, smiling to himself and listen to the notes that escaped from under Bren's fingertips, new words emerging in his head.

You just have to surrender yourself to his cuteness.


History:

Apart from Brendan, Rylan does have someone else.
His family. Though not as he wished it to be.

A drunken dad, that beat his wife, because she was his inferior in his eyes, and a mother to weak and tired to react.

For all he could remember of his childhood, was his mother's screams to his father's heavy beating. No happy memories. The only happy thing he could scrape back was, when his father had been gone for a couple of months from home, and mother had said he had ran away with a friend. It made Rylan happy, because then, he got to nurse his mother, and she would be okay.

That was when he was around six years old. And after the couple of months he had been gone, after the taste of paradise, Dad was back to plague them. Again.

He started to leave to 'work' late in the morning, and come back late - or very early - in the night. Around three pm. He would be drunk, and beat Rylan's mother again. The child would wake up scared to his mother's wails. He always scrumbled out of bed, and ran for her aid.


But what could he do, a little boy like him?


Often, when he tried to pull his mother away from his father's mad fist, he was the one to be taken the rage out on. Or, on other times, knocked out of the way, as his mother was pushed to further maltreatment from her unloving husband.
Rylan hated very, very much his father. Loathed him. Despised him. Wished him dead.

And once - there was this terrible accident.

Early in the morning, the same routine, father drunk, mother being beaten, child rushing out of bed, and screaming.
Rylan was furious.

Why couldn't he be like other dads? Why did he have to hurt mum, when she was so ill already?
And with a shout, and a wave of his hand, his father was crashed into the wall by an unnatural force and the dining room's chandelier fell on him.

That was the first sign of Rylan's magical ability. And it had left his cruel dad in a comma. He never came out of it.
But neither wife, nor child missed him. They were much happier this way.

Rylan's french mother was taken to hospital, for the first time being properly looked after and taken care of, medicated and cured, both physically, emotionally, and mentally - and Rylan was given away to foster parents.

He missed his mother dearly. He knew she needed him, but knew he wasn't permitted to look after her himself. He was young then, around the age of eight. So he met the Laurents. An elderly couple, that decided to take him in their care.

He was grateful to them, the where kind, and nice to him. He loved them, they where like his grandparents to him. Another order of persons missing from his life, since his father's parents where both dead, and his mother's mother as well. The only living grandad he had, refused to acknowledge his existence, since Rylan was born out of marriage.

Rylan, now aged somewhere around 11, would sit on his foster parent's doorstep, and play with his crayons and drawing book. He would doodle anything that caught his attention. He hated already printed out drawing books, he wanted a blank one. A blank page, a canvas to be filled by his own hand.

Then one bright morning, a new kid and his sister moved to the house next to them with the Lonsbury. He looked up, with vacant big brown eyes, and blinked at the two other children. A crayon caught in his fingers, the vacancy of his lost eyes was filled with warmth as a smile reached his lips.

That was when everything changed. The day he met Brendan and his sister. He took an instant liking to Brendan, and they where somewhere close to the same age.

They spent a lot of afternoons on the doorstep, and drew together, or played with cars, the sweet Rylan inviting Miranda to play with them as well - often being a guest of one of her imaginative tea parties, where the other guests where her own brother, and a lot of teddy bears dressed in some of their clothes. Rylan would grin, as he sipped imaginary tea from a cup and saucer.

These two children became his friends. Brendan as a figure of an older brother, since he lacked a male figure to look upon, and the little Miranda a replacement for the little sister he always wished.

So in his mind, Brendan and his sister were his only source of family. Surprisingly enough, a year or so after, he was asked to join Brendan's same magical school. And here it is, how the little Rylan ended up in Beauxbaton.

Sample RP:

Rylan was sitting at the back of the classroom, unconscious of whatever the teacher was going on about. He had even forgotten what lesson was this. Wait, was he even at his own class?

He glanced up, and caught sign of his teacher. Her lips where moving, but her words couldn't reach him. Carouselle tilted his head to the side, slightly curious what she was saying. But his ears simply defied her words.

His interest fell back on the paper before him, pencil in hand, sketching something. An odd word here and there scribbled on the corner of the page of his notebook. Was he taking notes? Well. Not really. He was drawing something, not really recognizable to a normal eye - and every now and then some lyrics crossed his mind, and he would scribble them.

Then, someone, in the distance, called his name.
"Rylan?"
The boy lifted his lashes, and vague big, brown eyes looked to the source of the voice. It was Brendan calling him. The rest of the class was rushing out of the door. Apparently the lesson was over. He gave him a little smile, and wiped everything in to his bag, leaving out his notebook. "Hey Bren, look at this.." he said, and handed his friend his notebook as they headed out.

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Please follow the code given in the first post of this thread.

[vigeauxestarion]

First Name: Vigeaux
Last Name: LeCleur
Age:17

Appearance:

[Adonis Walking] Standing at approximately 178 cm, Vigeaux sports high, sculpted cheekbones and a pale complexion. His skin is soft, and his hands lack the familiar callouses of those who indulge in physical labor in order to secure a living. Instead his make-up is one enjoyed by many of the elite, a softness of the body that provides a stark contrast to a sharp personality. His hair, originally black, has recently been half-dyed a striking platinum blonde (something which, after some trial and error, Vigeaux has become able to do himself), and reaches to a point just past his shoulders, allowing for an array of interesting hairstyles (though he prefers to wear it down).

As is the family way, Vigeaux tends to clothe himself in expensive fabrics, the finest of his considerable wardrobe meant to be worn at home whilst entertaining guests (family friends, politicians, and the like), and he reserves something a tad trendier when on the go. His current fabric related attraction seems to tend toward dark clothing with an array of glittering metal; chains, buttons, studs, etc., though it's always in taste, whereas he believes that far too many people over do it and ruin the overall effectiveness of the look. His second and third loves are pinstripes well-made scarves. Also of some notability is a fine dark wooded cane that has been hollowed out and now waits to play hidden home to his wand, as it his belief that all things of power must be concealed until the time is ripe for their unveiling.


History:

For Vigeaux LeCleur, life is like a rose, beautiful and decadent, its thorns (or pitfalls) ignored until the very last moment, when one has pricked themselves upon them. It is, he has always assumed, to be expected, a price that one must pay for being born to Elizabeth Shay and taken into the custody of one Mortimer LeCleur.

The 18th of December, some several years prior to the arrival of his letter from Beauxbatons, the then six year old Vigeaux happened upon an explosive argument. His mother and a man whom he'd never seen before stood before his father, his mother's eyes frightened, pleading (he would never see them again), his father's eyes hard and unyielding (and they would continue to be so as they observed and scrutinized Vigauex as he grew). It was several years before Vigeaux understood what had taken place that night...the affair that had torn their family apart, the reason for his father's wrath and eventual fall into bitterness. Of course, Vigeaux was rarely privy to the bitterness left from his parent's fallout, that was reserved for the women that approached him.

Unlike most French boys whose family represented a certain threshold of wealth and status, Vigeaux was never promised to another, though he knew for a fact that he'd once had an intended, but all he remembered of her was laughter and smiles, snatches of sounds and images that we at odds with his father's teachings; women craved power, they clung to it, coveted it, and would do anything to obtain it. Examples had been everywhere, from the make-up caked on to accentuate features at the gatherings that his father often hosted in their sizable home, to the French Prime Minister (who visited fairly often) with whom his mother had shared her herself and her bed.

Needless to say, it was hard for the boy to remove himself from his father's hardened attitude and the onset of a certain hint of paranoia. Protect oneself by trusting only oneself, become a god among maggots, that was what he'd been taught, what had been bred into him, and his father's pampering had only served to reinforce such ideals.


Personality:

To explain Vigeaux in a succinct manner, one could simply exchange the words pampered and protected for spoiled and sheltered, the meanings being identical in his case. Having been forced by circumstance, at a young age, to trade in his mother's gentle care and highly optimistic outlook on life for his father's rigidity, bitterness, and paranoia, he cannot fathom the existence of those who care for others without asking for a thing in return, or those who could love unconditionally without sheltering some dark ulterior motive. His, in other words, his father's son through and through and Beauxbatons is, for him, a trifle standing in the way of a glorious future, something that must be tolerated, if not entirely enjoyed, and his has no intention of enjoying himself.

His suave manner has been adopted over time, gained from years of attending high society parties as his father's only son and heir, the gem of the house, so to speak. He has a talent for reading others, another skill imparted upon him by his father, and is always quick to sweet talk those whom he deems worthy or influential whilst reserving his sharp tongue and sarcastic nature for those whom he deems to be useless or inferior (which just so happens to be the vast majority of individuals).

Those few things for which Vigeaux calls up a special enjoyment consist of the Dark Arts, power (no surprise there - he is his father's son after all), bettering himself through any means necessary, fine wines, debating with his equals (or rather he would, if he could find any), and the occasional smoke (a habit picked up during his 'rebellious' stage, as his father termed it).

On the flip side, he is decidedly against some of life's simpler things, including mornings, the people that enjoy said early travesties, optimists, summer, winter (he just can't win), muggles (a prejudice that has been bred into him over the years), cleaning (that's for the lowly born), and unsurprisingly, most women....though some have managed to turn his head, an old acquaintance in particular.

Sample RP:

It was early - Six am to be exact. It was too early and, when Rose gently shook his shoulder to wake him, Vigeaux flung out an arm, swatting at the poor woman, and rolled over onto his side, promptly deciding to ignore her in favor of a few more hours of sleep. That today was the day he'd be making tracks for Beauxbatons at long last didn't register, hell it couldn't have been further from his mind, and it wasn't entirely certain whether or not he'd have cared had he been fully awake.

Whenever the academy had been mentioned at the gatherings or the dinner table, he'd casually shrugged it off, giving some half-arsed, answer in keeping with his own ambivalence toward the topic in question. The way he saw it, Beuaxbatons was the ultimate hitch in his plans. Take over for his father, run the family estate, immerse himself in the world of wealth (draw it in, breathe it, drown in it), that was the future he'd envisioned for himself, a future in keeping with the way he'd been brought up...and now he was being sent to what amount to, for all practical purposes, a magical boarding school.

Naturally, with a clever witch for a mother (not that he happened to remember a single occasion when his mother had carried let alone used her wand) and a powerful wizard for a father (who was in the habit of not only using his talents often and openly, but also of instructing his son in the ways of magic), part of him had known that he'd be shipped off eventually. it didn't mean he had to look forward to it, to see it as new or exciting as a great many of the newer students undoubtedly did. He just wasn't that kinda guy. In fact he thrived on the reactions he gained from not caring, loved the expressions of shock and dismay when he waved off this or that issue of individual in favor of some simpler pursuit.

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((A few hours later - On the train to Beauxbatons))

He lolls his head forward after a moment, tugging his black uniform cloak tighter around his body, up against his neck. The fabric coses against his jaw line, smooth against the conditions of a clean shave (mind you, it isn't often that he does this, as to his misfortune, his facial hair grows as slowly as a squib progresses in ancient runes -as though there's a point to squibs trying to learn magic in the first place-) It's cold, and Vigeaux is bored, his milky white skin flushed at the cheeks due to the lack of heat in the compartment. His lips are pale, forming a thin, sullen line as he stares at the notebook propped up on his cross leg, creating a perfect desk for him as his ankle rests on his opposite knee.

He reviews quidditch plans, a black quill barely gripped between his fingers as he swishes it absently, making only minor details to his own work. His plans are perfection, and the need to make adjustments are slim. A strategy conceived of boredom, utterly useless given the fact that he has no interest, whatsoever, in the game itself. Hopefully they'll arrive before he is overcome with the need to do something equally pointless.

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Must be Sournois

[danielleswin]

First Name: Danielle
Last Name: Swin
Age: 17
Appearance:
History: Born on September 9th to Arabella Malfoy, and Henry Swin,

Danielle grew up in a wealthy background, obviously related to the Malfoys. She was a very good child growing up, and had a wonderful relationship with her father, but was always trying to make well with her mother. At the age of 10, her father joined the inner circle of Lord Voldemort, becoming a very strong force, due to his pure-blood background. Danielle had always been told by the servants, and the house elves, whom she frequently played with, that her father was innocent and had nothing to do with the war.

But, when founded by the ministry, her mother, being left alone by her husband being put in Askaban, grabbed Danielle, only 12 at the time, and escaped to France, living in a home of their cousins, the malfoys.

Danielle did not, however, have a very good life in France. Because of the recent news of death eaters, children at Beauxbatons shunned her and ignored her just because of her father. Danielle learned to harden herself, and she eventually became a very cold person, only befriending a few choice people.

At Beauxbatons, she would get in trouble for cursing people just for insulting her friends, needless to say Danielle became a reckless child.


Personality: Danielle is usually cold towards others until she learns to trust them. She has a bad temper and is impatient, she usually is not liked by the other houses. She's also vain, and naive at times. She loves to use magic, and sometimes curses her enemies just to see if she still has the ability.

Sample RP:
I couldn't close my eyes without thinking of my mother's grim smile as we watched Britain, our home land, pass outside the window.

Would we move on? Find a new home, maybe even make new alliances? And what, if anything, would happen to father?

"Danielle, you must never mention our past. It will be hard, but we will get past this."

And that was all she said, the rest of the train ride to the next station quiet. We were never much of talkers anyways.

"Mum,"I had said as we stepped off the train to enter the chaos of the station."Why are we leaving daddy?"

Oh, how stupid I had been. The fierce look in my mother's eye, the way she glanced around to see if anyone heard me mention him, the man that had fathered me.

"Shut up, child." She muttered, sure to make it so only I could hear.

I learned to be quiet that day. To never speak back and to listen, and oh how I learned.

I'm now 17, a sixth year at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. I had grown up, and matured into a young lady, if young lady is what they called my kind. I couldn't compare anything in France to Britain, but the one thing I missed was Hogwarts. I missed Slytherin.

No. You shall not compare that life to this one.
But how couldn't I? I missed Britain, with all my heart and soul, but Britain was behind us and now, now was France, Beauxbatons, new people, new experiences, new everything.

I was the only female student from England with Malfoy blood in her, not the most wonderful thing to admit, but mother had always told me to take pride in our family.

Family that was all mum ever talked about these days, nothing else. It seemed she had forgotten my father, moved on, taken away that part of our life from her mind. But I, I would not let go, and when the time came, I would go back. To something better.

I would not just sit around like my mother did. I was not ashamed of my father, I believed he was innocent, and I could stand up for him.

I would be the one who believed him, and we would be together, finally.

~Thank you for the guidance, I changed it alot.~

This application still could have been a lot better.

Must be Sournois

[babyxgirl]

First Name: Raine Lea
Last Name: Kendrick
Age: 17

Appearance:

History: Bella and Coleman Kendrick's lifes were finally complete on October 9th when little Raine Lea Kendrick was born. Throughout the years that passed, Raine grew up to be a well-mannered young girl. On her 9th birthday, her father left to America, leaving Bella and her young daughter alone. With Bella around less and less, a nanny was hired to take care of Raine. At that time, things changed more than Raine had ever anticipated. One day, she received a letter. It was the most joyous moment in her life up to this moment. The letter would change her life for the greater good.

Personality: Raine is an easy-going, laid back person. She will stand up for those close to her and care deeply for those who can gain her trust. Trust is definitely important to her and so is being open. Even with all the hurt that occurred, Raine doesn't always have a difficult time opening up to the people who she can confide in. She is also selfless, intelligent, polite, protective yet she can easily become jealous when it comes to that one person who stole her heart. At times, Raine can be overly short tempered and can have a big mouth which sometimes gets her into some thick trouble. Raine can also be emotional, sometimes more than others, people view her as weird because of it. Her emotions can change as quickly as a metamorphmagus can recolor their hair. It creates trouble sometimes and causes tension in her friendships and relationships.

Sample RP: The luminous glows that were softly emitted from the high windows casted oddly shaped shadows upon the crisp grass. The gentle, slightly distant crunching under her feet increased the many emotions that ran throughout her tingling body. Slowly, ever so slowly, she drew closer to the awaiting castle that stood with pride, power and elegance just beyond the hill. Raine brought in a deep, longing breath as her foot was pressed upon the stone of the first step. The excitement grew within her, bubbling up from her stomach and exploding into each of her limbs. Numbness took over. The sensation explored more of her skin with each step she took then finally....she entered into the hall. Gasping from the sight, Raine's lips curled up ever so lightly in a shy yet overwhelmed grin.


The only flaw you give me is that she is somewhat jealous at times if she likes someone. Thats not enough, which means your character is basically a Mary Sue. Please add more real flaws to it.

Okay, definitely understandable. I fixed it and added a few more flaws.

Must be Rouerie