Sorting (Term Ten)

[synchronicity]

First; Riley
Middle; Evelyn
Last; Fox
Age; Fifteen
Appearance;
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History;
Riley was born the youngest of six older brothers. Her parents were thrilled at the arrival of what they had wanted for a very long time: a daughter. The couple were both very obstinate to give up their dream of having a girl, and continued to have boys until Riley came along.

Riley's mother was a witch who was obsessed with fashion. She would dress up Riley in the latest, most adorable outfits in the wizarding world up until she was six. Riley would refuse to wear the 'girly' clothes her mother had picked out and instead wear one of her brother's old shirts and pants that fit her. Her mother was displeased and kept trying to change Riley's mind, even punishing her at one time, but she had to give up being stubborn about it and let Riley be herself. She came to the conclusion that, having only boy influences, Riley wanted to e just like her brothers.

Other than becoming a tomboy, nothing else eventful happened in Riley's life. She went to muggle school and took on American football and basketball until she was accepted in Beauxbatons (her mother expected this, since the rest of her sons were magical and were accepted there also). Riley was never good at muggle school (she never paid attention), and hardly learned a thing while she was there. She expects the same at Beauxbatons, since she thinks classes are boring and unexciting no matter what you are teaching (she would rather be listening to music).

Personality;
[Stubborn]
Growing up, one of Riley's favorite games to play with her brothers was wizard chess. She would play for hours, for it was a very challenging game to play and Riley always wanted to test out a new strategy she had thought up. Over time, the stubbornness of the game became one of her natural personality traits. When it comes to an opinion or belief, Riley never changes her mind about things and isn't easily swayed over another person's thoughts or feelings.

[Creative]
Riley loves music (especially heavy metal and hard rock) and is very creative. She would never have the guts to sing (not even to herself) but she likes to compose songs and later play them on her electric guitar anywhere she can be alone. She also owns a acoustic guitar but she only plays it if she's feeling down. Riley is really reserved about music for some reason and she believes her music isn't good enough.

[Short Temper]
With so many siblings, it was very easy for Riley to lose it at even the slightest annoyance (which of course her brothers savored). Now that she's away from the stresses of home, it's going to take a little bit more to piss her off but she's nevertheless short-tempered and feisty. Riley fears someone might take advantage of her this way like her brothers did.

[Outgoing]
Riley was never shy in her life, maybe a little confined when it comes to her music but otherwise she's a social butterfly. She likes to stand out in a crowd in any way possible. Her favorite thing to do is just dress out of fashion. Riley likes to meet new people and strike up conversations with people she doesn't know very well. She's not at all mean (with the exception of her enemies), and very likable.

Sample RP;
The cool morning air skimmed across Riley's face as she walked toward the edge of the pond, wishing that her ride to Beauxbatons would come sooner. She sighed and brushed a bit of hair in front of her face and curled it behind her ear, a habit she had subconsciously developed when her mother kept scolding her for having hair in her face. In her right hand was her acoustic and in her left a pad of paper and a pencil. Riley just wanted to get away from her noisy home and annoying brothers and play some music. Music always seemed to calm her nerves, and the weather was cool and relaxing today. She found a spot close to the murky pond water and warmed up a bit by playing a few notes. Riley was trying to remember this old ballad her father had taught her when she was first tying to play the guitar. She loved it and memorized the song, but it's been awhile since she'd last played it. The only thing she could remember was that it was called the Ballad of the Moon. Stumped, she flopped down on the grass and stared up into the cloud-filled sky.

Was it her, or did the clouds suddenly look darker? Riley stared harder at the clouds just to see if she wasn't imagining something. But she wasn't. The clouds had gone from a fluffy white to a melancholy gray in a very short amount of time. Riley felt a raindrop land on her eyelash, and then another one on her cheek. She stood up and grabbed everything she brought down to the pond and started to walk back. She remembered the muggle news report saying it was supposed to be sunny all day, but who could trust muggle news anyway? She could see as she got closer to the back door of her house Sam was waiting for her in the doorway. Sam was the youngest of Riley's brothers and the least annoying. He didn't say anything but he let Riley in and he closed the door behind him.

{I'm returning to this site as a new character, I was Zara =P. I hope the RPs alright, I've done better.}

Must be Cossu

[lovett]

First Name: Kimberly Onyx
Last Name: Lovett
Age: `bittersweet sixteen
Appearance:


Kimberly has long fiery red hair that's past her shoulders and is usually messy. Her fiery red hair brightens up her grayish - blue eyes, and when she's in the warm sunlight it seems as if she has white eye's. Her pale skin that most Veela's have, would glisten in the sunlight. Kimberly's height is 5'10" and her weight is 112 lbs, which mostly came from her father's side. Kimberly also has her own unique style, Britain punk scene, along side with having her ear's pierced twice, her nose and belly-button pierced also.
History:

Kimberly was born on April 1, 1991 to Elaine and Calvin Lovett, she was the oldest of three other children. Her two younger 11 year old twin brothers, Jason and John. Her younger sister who is 13 years old, Emma. She was born in Germany, still having some of her heavy accent. Her family was some-what struggling when it came to money and financial issues. So Kim's parents chose to live in the Muggle world, where her father used to live, since he was a muggle-born. He then married Kim's mother, who is a veela-blood, but he didn't figure that out after two years.

When Kim was about six years old her and her family moved to a little town in Germany where the cost of housing mortgage was low. The travel time was hard and especially for Kim's mother since she was expecting twins. When they arrived at their not-so luxurious house, two of their neighbors greeted them with flowers, fruit and home-made pie. When Kim turned 10 and her sister was seven, they got excepted to a private school that was about two miles away from their home.

There she had a horrible life where she was teased about how she dressed and how she acted. Kim is mostly a romantic and would sit in the corner and write peotry or read. No one wanted to be her friend because of who she is and how she acted. And surprisingly Kim also questioned her appearance and her actions. She would mostly dress in black, red and orange and seem as if she is an outsider. Nothing seemed right to Kim at all in her childhood days.

When Kim turned 15 she started to feel different in a way, like she would get angry easily and not focused. Her mind was always running with confusion. One day Kim went to school and she saw a boy that catched her eye. His name was Richie and surprisingly they lived next to each other, so everyday he would offer Kim to walk her home. When the teasing at Kim's school got worst she told her parents and they allowed her to be home-schooled by her father.

Kim still acted the same way as she did when she was eleven. But that didn't matter to her as much as if she was a witch or not. So she sneaked into her mother's diary from when she was a child and Kim learned the shocking truth that her mom was a witch, a veela to be exact. Then one morning Kim visited her boyfriend, Richie and as she went into the house she saw his father, who Kim never met before, and saw him casting magic spells. Richie's dad then shot the avada kedavra curse at Kim nearly killing her. And all Kim could think of is "Richie, is he a wizard like me?"

Personality:

Kimberly's personality is some-what confusing to some people. Kim could get really nice and outgoing around people she know and even people she doesn't. Her heart could sometimes get to her and she could end up being really emotional or angry at someone. Kim has a soft heart and is loving to everything. Sometimes Kim could be a bit of a perfectionist and that word alone can describe Kim, and how she acts at times. Kim loves to sing and write, her singing and writing would mostly express and words wouldn't at times. When she was going through a big phase in her life, being bi-sexual, she didn't know what to do and would just let it out by writing and singing, because nothing else could have expressed how she felt. Though over all, she's a very nice, bubbly and outgoing person who would get crazy every now and then, but in a harmless way.
Sample RP:

Cloudy and sorrowful. Those two words could define how Kim felt this day. She cried herself to sleep and was awoken by the rumbling sound of her raging alarm clock. Her mother was shouting, "It's time for school!" So Kim jumped out of her bed and rolled her eye's in a tiring and not so awaken way. She got ready and walked briskly down the small wooden stair-case that led to the kitchen, where Kim could smell the fresh aroma of cinnamon toast and sunny-side up eggs.

Kim was so confused of what was happening, since she was half awake and half asleep. "Um...mom I'm not going to school remember? Because of those crappy kids there," said Kim as she yawned and took a seat with her mom, dad, younger sister and two younger brothers. Kim had a lot going on in her mind, like about who she is and what magic lies inside her blood. She was afraid to ask her mom, because she might suspect that Kim was searching through her old magic papers, which was true. Though Kim didn't have a choice and said, "Mom? I just wanted to know...am I also a veela?"

Kim wouldn't regret asking her mom that, because she thought that it was about time she knew who she is. But all Kim got back as a response was her mother and father stares. Kim then excused herself from the table and went to put on a coat and shoes to visit her boyfriend, Richie. "I'm going to see Richie. I'll be back soon," muttered Kim as she reached for the door-knob and left into the cold, blistering spring air.

As Kim arrived at Richie's house she knocked the door. But surprisingly the door wasn't locked and it swung right open. Before her eye's she saw a glistening green light that formed around the hands, of Richie's father, whom Kim had never met before. She looked at him with wide and un-believing eyes. When their two eye's met Richie's father whispered avada kadavra as Kim quickly shut the door and avoided the killing curse. She raced back home and stopped outside her door, with trains of thoughts coming back and forth in her head. But the only big question Kim had was, "Is Richie and his family wizards?"

WHOA, wait a minute! Did the curse hit her or what? Second, you're being inconsistant it seems. You say she was an outsider, that no one wanted to be around her, yet yo paint a picture of this fun loving, sweet girl. What reason would the other children have for not wanting to be around her if she's so sweet?

[angelgirl]

First Name: Aryalynn

Last Name: Abney

Age: 15

Appearance:

History: December of 1992 she and her 3 sisters, Andranna Rhaye Ann, Alyssa Marie, and Anastasia Lynn, were born to there parents, Stewart and Renee' Abney. Her parents died when they were all 8 years of age in a very bad car accident. She has grown up helping take her of her sisters and their well-being. Her friend and her family took them in. They work around the house to help take care of returning the favor of the family supplying food, shelter, and just about everything they need. She has never really liked school and always thought that it was just a parents way to punish children but after she saw what Beauxbaton looked like she thought i t might be kind of fun.

Personality: Aryalynn is very outgoing and fun loving. She loves to spend time with all her friends and socialize alot. She has to have her quiet and alone time though. She is very playful and very active. She has always been very caring and kind hearted. She can sometimes become hard to be around when she starts to get angry or upset about things and that is when she tries to escape from everything and find some time to relax. She can also become very jealous if she likes someone or if she is dating someone. She has always liked to be in the spotlight though she has learned that she can't always live in the spotlight like she wants.

Sample RP: Aryalynn walked into the room to see the beautiful blue carpet and window draperies. She walked over to an empty bed and set her stuff down and went to look around the room. "Wow this is even better than I had hoped for." She exclaimed while going to look at the view from her bedside window. "I can tell I am really going to love it here." She spotted the lake with a very big tree beside it and she decided maybe now would be the perfect time to go finish reading one of her books. So she grabbed her stuff and put it into a black messanger bag her friend had given her. She grabbed a snack not knowing how long she would be out there. She grabbed her bag and drapped the strap over her shoulder and took one more look around before leaving. "This is too good to be true." She wispered.

(I am returning to this sight, I used to be Angel and Andranna Davidson. After awhile it got to where i was never able to get online so i deleted them.)

Must be Sournois

[becki18]

First Name : Rebekah

Middle Name : Lita

Last Name : Tailor

Age : 16

Blood : Veela-Blood

Wand : 12"inch Cherry wood, Unicorn hair

Appearance :

History : The Talior family are an English family, and go back many centuries through light and dark times. Rebekah was born on the 7th February 1992 in a London Hospital, and was the daughter of Lena and Christian Talior.

Rebekah was always a calm and delightful baby, with big beautiful eyes and blonde hair, but that all changed when she hit the age of 13. Her hidden past got to her, and the children whom bullied her in the past and present began to cause her to rebel and react to the name calling and whispers. She became a handful always getting into mischief, fights and eventually stopped her from opening up to anyone, and would even hide her true pain from those closest to her.

For her 15th birthday she got her first tattoo in secret as a sign of her rebellion against her aunts authority. She never did like to be the same as everyone else and fought to be different from those around her.

She has never had a proper boyfriend, although she never was one lacking in admirers. She found muggle boys arrogant and annoying and would only pretend to like them if it meant annoying one of the other girls who bullied her.

She has never believed there to be a difference between witches and wizards abilities because of blood, be them pure or half, it never made a difference to her.

At the age of 2 Rebekah got sent to live with her aunt in Paris by her mother and father. She never knew the reason behind it, and for most of her life grew up believing that either her parents didn't want her, or they had died when she was too young to remember. The secret of her being a witch was kept hidden until the time, her aunt thought, would be the right time. She still lives with her aunt, Teresa and they have always been very close, sharing most secrets, worries, and happy memories with eachother, but no matter how many times she asked her aunt about her parents, her aunt would change the subject or avoid the question.

Personality : Rebekah is a fighter, in both ways. She knows how to stick up for herself although it can get her into a lot of trouble. But she also fights for what she thinks is right, and will never give up on a challenge. She would make a good and honest friend with a bright and bubbly personality, but finds it hard to trust people as she never had a real friend in the muggle world. If you get on her wrong side, you certainly know about it, she isn't afraid to tell you what she thinks of you, and if you do something to annoy her she isn't the sort of person who lets you get away with it. Shes the kind of person, either you love her or hate her, and if you hate her you can be sure she'll be hating you right back.
She doesn't like to care what people think of her, although she does let it get to her at times.
She likes to have a laugh, and rebel against authority at times, but at other times, when shes feeling a little tired and fed up you can find her curled up in an arm chair with a book.

Sample RP : She knew she was different, she had always had the feeling she wasn’t quite the same as all those other children at school, and now, now she was older, she had proof.
Twelve years ago, back when she started primary school for the first time, the other children acted different around her. They treated her as an outcast, they knew back then that she was different, and she’d known it to, she just didn’t know what it was that made her so.
She’d never known her parents, she had just assumed they had either abandoned her, or died, leaving her alone from a young age, until now.
It was the morning of her sixteenth birthday, she had been looking forward to it for such a long time, something about this day, and she wasn’t sure what it was, but something made it seem like everything she had ever wondered as a child would become clear, and everything would start to make sense.
She ran down the stairs and out to the post box to see if there where any cards waiting for her to arrive.
‘Rebekah Lita Tailor! I don’t want there to be an accident today, slow down before you hurt yourself!’ shouted Teresa from the top of the stairs, looking down on her from the top step with a smile.
Rebekah smiled up at her aunt. They had been close friends since the day she took Rebekah in and bought her up fourteen years ago. She couldn’t remember exactly why she had been taken to her aunts’ house, her memories before and up until moving in with her seemed vague, she could hardly remember anything, as if her memories were wiped, taken away from her.
‘Oh psht! Would I want to cause an accident today?’ she replied, and carried on swiftly out to the post box.
‘Bills, bills, bills…hang on a minute, what’s this?’
Dropping the rest of the letters, she fingered a small letter, hand written and slightly old looking. It was addressed to her, but she didn’t recognize the hand writing.
She walked over to the bench that lay hidden within two cherry trees and a rhododendron bush, and seated herself so she was hidden behind a couple of branches of the one of the cherry tree.
From then she tore open the letter and began to read it;

‘Dear Rebekah,
Happy sixteenth birthday! We hope you have a brilliant day. We apologise for not contacting you any sooner but you see, we haven’t exactly been able to stay in one place for a very long time and found it hard to write to you trying to explain but, here it goes…
You are a witch Rebekah, and we’re sure with a bit of training you could be a very powerful witch.
We had to send you to live with your aunt, to keep you out of harms way, you see, we have had to keep on the run because of something we did that, in others eyes, is seen as a disgrace to the wizarding world.
Muggles and half blood wizards and witches alike were in terrible danger, and we took it upon ourselves to help out those in the worst danger. This was frowned upon, as we were "pure-blood", and shouldn't be helping those beneath us, however, we never thought blood status as important and so we were outcast, and we made to go on the run to protect our lives, and that meant sending you away to keep you safe.
For now this is all we can say, we will be in contact again, and we want you to know how proud of you we are, we miss you, and love you terribly.
Much love,
Your Mother, and your Father
(Lena and Christian Tailor)

She sat back, and stared at the piece of parchment, her parents were alive, she was a witch, and what did she need an education in? All this was so much to take in.
She ran back inside,
‘Teresa!? TERESA? Where are you?’
She needed to know the whole truth, and now was the time to ask the questions, and find out everything she had been longing to know.

Must be Sournois

[cvasovik]

First Name: Braydon
Last Name: Grey
Age: 16
Appearance:


History:
Birth. "Sixteen years ago I became the first child born to Wendy and Ian Grey. Like all first time parents, they were pretty excited to have me."
Three years. "My parents decided to add another child to the family. That baby would become my first sister, Steffie. At the time, I was pretty jealous because she came along and soaked up all my spotlight."
Four years. "And along came another sibling. I wasn't very crazy about this addition, either. I liked being the only boy. I would have been fine with just me, my parents and Steffie. Since then, I've learned to love my siblings."
Five years. "I started kindergarten. Yeah, what a huge step. I was a shy little kid who didn't really have any friends because I couldn't bring myself to talk to anyone."
Six years. "In first grade, I managed to get my first friend. His name was Chester and we stuck to each other like glue. We were an odd pairing, but we made it work. I could barely open my mouth and he could never shut his."
Seven years. "Again, my parents decided that we needed another kid in the family and I got another Sister. This time, I wasn't so jealous. I was usually off at school so it wasn't like I was at home and had to watch my parents pay attention to the little baby. Luckily, she was the last kid they had. I don't think I could have handled any more siblings."
Eight years. "This was a big year for me because I finally learned how to tie my shoes. I know, that sounds horribly lame since I was in third grade by this time. That just shows you how much of a slow learner I am, I guess. Not to mention, it was in my eigth year that I learned of my being an elf. I was also told that I would be attending a school for magic as soon as I was ready for it."
Nine years. "Fourth grade was when Chester and i had our first fight. We both liked this girl named Carly. She was this cute little brunette who always had her hair in pigtails and ribbons. We both thought she was the cutest thing since care bears or whatever people find cute. When we found out that we both liked her, we didn't talk to each other for two days. That really sucked, but we ended up working things out."
Ten years. "I remember this as being the year that I really got into music. I started digging through my parents' cd collections and listening to what they had. I ended up really getting into the grunge scene, mostly Soundgarden and Alice In Chains. Anytime I told someone that they always looked at me with lost eyes or told me to stop living in the past. That would end up becoming the story of my life, I swear."
Eleven years. "This would be the year of my hamster. I got a hamster that I named Chris. I had him for three months and then he died. That was the first pet that I had ever lost so I was pretty upset at the time. I wanted my parents to teach me how to do a spell to bring it back to life, but they refused."
Twelve years. "This was when I got my first guitar. It was for my birthday. Although it wasn't the best guitar ever, I was the happiest kid in the world that day."
Thirteen years. "I put on my first show. My parents had decided that it would be a horribly cute thing if I performed for the family at christmas. The family seemed to like it, but I don't know if they were just being nice or if they actually really did like it. I was supposed to start that magic school that year, but I decided to put it off for another year."
Fourteen years. "This was the year that Chester died. I basically shut down. He was the only friend that I really had and I didn't know how to go on without him. I didn't want to do anything. I stopped playing music and writing. I didn't go to school for a week and I would have kept it up for longer if my parents hadn't forced me to go to school again. The world just stopped for me. I still didnt go to the magic school."
Fifteen years. "I'm not going to lie, going into high school without a best friend was hell. It didn't help that I didn't relaly want to make any more friends because I was scared of losing them and going through what I went through with Chester all over again. I did make a few, but they were pretty shaky friendships because either I was being a lazy bum and not putting enough in the relationship or they were expecting a quick friendship. I was slow enough in the first place when it came to making friends. Losing Chester just made it worse."
sixteen years. "I started dating Amber. She was a pretty great girl and we actually got pretty serious. Luckily, she never found out that I cheated on her. This is also the year that I started getting better at guitar and playing for more people. The only downside was that amber and I broke up that year, but I guess I should be glad that she stuck around that long. I played a few gigs here and there, but I finally pushed myself to go to the school I'd been putting off for years. Nothing was going to stop me now."

Personality:
Braydon isn't real social. He finds it hard to talk to others, no matter how much they talk to him. He can be the nicest person alive, but he doesn't think things through before he does or says them, therefore he can come off as a jerk, just like the time he cheated on his girlfriend. He isn't a manwhore, and he doesn't two-time every girl he gets with. It was just that one. Normally when he finds a girl he loves or really likes, he won't dare look at another woman.

He has a good sense of humor and he loves making people laugh. He makes it his goal in life to put a smile on everyone's face. He is really into music and he plays the guitar quite well. He's passionate about photography and he plans on getting very serious about it one day. He gets jealous easily, a lot more than the average person. He was like that as a kid as well, when he got younger sisters. Despite his flaws, he's an all around nice guy.

Sample RP:
Braydon walked down the halls, making sure to look out of every window he passed. How could all of these people be so scared of a storm? He loved storms. He loved the way the lightening lit up the sky, the way the rain drops pounded against the roof and the windows in a steady beat, and most of all the way the thunder pounded and rolled across the gray-green tinted sky. Thunderstorms really calmed him down. That's more than everyone else could say. As he looked around, all he saw was girls huddled in circles or leaning against walls, far away from windows. Honestly, was anything out there going to hurt them in here?

He was headed for the empty classroom. There might not be anything interesting in it, but there were a lot of windows. That was interesting enough for him on an evening like this one. He could sit there for hours on end if he wanted to, just watching the storm outside. He walked through the entrance of the room just as a huge boom echoed through the whole corridor. A smile spread across his face. The smile only got bigger when he saw who was sitting in the room. He ran over to the desk where Ainsley sat and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Well, hello doll. How ya doin'?" He knew she was afraid of thunder. He was just making sure she was okay. He walked around her and sat on top of the desk in front of the one she was sitting at.

While its good, I have to ask you to show me that you can use things like capital letters. I know its a fad but when RPing we ask the writer to use as much proper grammer as possible, and that includes the use of capital and lowercase letters.

I fixed it. I hope that's what you're looking for.

Must be Rouerie

[bubbles]

First Name: Cassandra
Last Name: De Chantraine
Age: 17
Appearance:
History: Cassandra De Chantraine was born on the 17th of February, 1991. She was originally born in France to her mother and father, Marie-Anne De Chantraine and Phillipe De Chantraine. Her mother is a descendant of the famous Anne De Chantraine who was burned at the stake at the age of 17, falsley accused of being a Witch. The De Chantraines are disliked in their small village in the South of France due to rumours that Anne De Chantraine flies around on a broomstick, throwing flaming pumpkins at people and setting things alight. When Cassandra started showing signs of being able to practice magic at the age of 13, her parents decided to send her to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic so that she may be safe from persecution, surrounded by people very much like her. She has been there since the age of 13, writing to her family back in France.
Cassandra is an exceptionally hard working student, determined to not live up to the rumours that plague her family because of their ancestor.
Personality: Cassandra is a very calm and collected person. She very rarely gets angry around people, often keeping her temper in check. She does, however, get very easily upset.
Cassandra is a very creative person. Given a chance, you'll find her either humming away to herself or writing either lyrics, poems or sheet music in her dorm room. She loves to get involved in heated discussions about things, especially magic.
She can be quite argumentative despite her usual calm temper, and sometimes, she chats back to teachers without meaning to.
When Cassie gets a bad feeling about something, or gets a really big hunch about something, she'll follow it, which can more than often get her into trouble.
She also cares a lot about people who are hurt or are in need of help.
She would never use her magic to hurt anyone or to bend things to her will. This is because she doesn't want to live up to the rumours about her ancestor, the ones that say she was an evil sorceress who wished to hurt people for fun.
Sample RP: Cassandra De Chantraine walked down the halls towards her dorm room. She whispered the password and proceeded into the commonroom. She was holding her notebook and a pen. She was in the middle of writing a poem.

She sat on an armchair, tapping the end of the pen against her chin, just thinking. She looked down at what she had written so far.
'Dark clouds race across the sky,
Rain is falling down.
Hiding the tears that I cry,
Caused by my broken heart'
Cassie growled in frustration. Of all the times for writers block to hit, it had to be now.
"Merde!" She hissed, slamming to book shut.

She looked over to the window. She could see the raindrops hitting off of the glass. She stood up and walked over to the window. She opened the window and looked out. It was raining heavily.
Oh, how she missed France. If only she wasn't related to such a hated woman. If only she could have stayed there, regardless of persecution. Cassie sighed, leaning her head against her hand, propping her elbow up on the windowsill. She watched the rain falling, listened as it hit off the ground far below. Such a calming sound was the rain hitting off of objects. She sighed again, a stray tear falling down her cheek.
She didn't want to be here. She missed her Mama and Papa.
She just wanted to go back home where she belonged....

I hope this is alright.

This is extremely contradictive. First I am not sure that I could allow you to be a descendant from someone in history like that. Second, even if I did you claim that she was falsely accused of being a witch. If she was falsely accused that mean that she was not a witch, and if she was not then Cassandra wouldn't be either. Third, it seems odd to begin with that, if Anne was indeed a witch, she would die in the first place! This does not seem to be connected with the Potterverse at all, because witches could easily freeze the flame and pretend to be burning alive but really weren't. Also, you forget the power that the Ministry has at bending things in order to protect the Wizarding Realm. Fourth, her personality is also confusing. She can get easily upset but then she...doesn't? What? You also don't give enough flaws for her.

Let us know here when its been fixed.

[delesfleurs]

note: this is Mélodie Ayase-Galanter's extra account and fictional sibling. All rights reserved.

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First Name:Sophie
Middle Name: Kana
Last Name: Ayase-Galanter
Age: 14
Appearance:
Slightly shorter than her older sister Mélodie, and much slimmer. The two sisters were born with 1/4 veela blood, and according to legend, veelas posses fair hair. Unlike Mel, Sophie was born with light hair which was inherited from her maternal grand mother (but did not show much sign until she had shown magical gifts by age 9. They had to pretend she had gotten it dyed after that happened). Although Sophie dresses similar to Mélodie's favorite style, Lolita, Sophie is a hime-gyaru (princess gal). Her style is a more modern, prep version of Lolita. Because she is younger than Mélodie and a hime-gyaru, she tends to wear more make up than her natural-than-thou sister (and tries to look older. Her skin is much tanner than Mel's). Hime-gyarus tend to wear their hair large.

History:
Sophie was born in September 20th, 1993 in Sapporo, Japan. She and her family lived in Sapporo (with their grandparents) until she turned nine years old (their parents worked in international businesses). During her child hood, she played with Mélodie and the neighborhood kids, and have even gotten to meet Yuki Ishida (Mustang).

She had attended muggle schools since her child hood, and when her parents began moving around, Sophie attended her first (all girls) witch craft school in Toyko. By age 13, Sophie fell in love with the underground fashion called "hime-gyaru" because it had captivated her longing for being a princess, to look grown up, and escape from her world (although the school was a magical one, it was based in the muggle world. In Japan, women still have the pressured role of being a housewife and do not have equal opportunity or respect from men).

Unlike Mélodie, Sophie have never had to change schools as much, but today, she is ready to transfer to Beauxbatons in hopes of a new beginning.

Personality:
Although a Virgo, the earthy element, Sophie is not nearly as stable as her sister (who is a Cancerian; water element). She tends to day dream, and frequently uses her imagination as entertainment. She is also quite outgoing and enjoys entertaining people, a trait earned by Virgoes born between the 13th-22nd of September. Like her charismatic ability, Sophie also emits a cheerful vibe. Her positive attitude often makes her lack focus and ability to finish projects.

Although Sophie doesn't have her sister's flair for fashion, she still enjoys using her imagination and skills to help coordinate outfits together. Sophie has a willowy type body and is not as athletic as Mélodie. Like her sister, their parents encouraged development of talents. They both play piano. Sophie is not as good at drawing as Mel, but main talent lies in writing.

Her numbers are: 3,9,3. -thus making her a humanist and opportunist.

Sample RP:
To arrive at a beautiful white palace by carriage and waiting for someone to collect your belongings, this is what every hime-gyaru has ever dreamed of. To be treated like a princess. Sophie was absolutely excited when she was finally transferring to her sister's soon. She remembered getting letters from Mélodie about her adventures of being in Beauxbatons. Having a beautiful dorm to live in, making friends with a few royal blooded students, and going to honors classes in lecture sized rooms. Sophie felt ready to accept this new life as she entered the grand foyer, waiting for assistance.

"This is way better than in the letters!" Sophie gasped. Her eyes couldn't take in the superficial beauty of the school's architecture.
Every detail, every color, every shape and structure. It was definitly much more beautiful and complex than her last school. Sophie's last school was an all witches' school hidden in the heart of Tokyo. It was concealed as an abandoned office building, but inside was a beautifully designed with traditional Japanese rooms and decor; everything held inside was ancient traditions, tucked away in the heart of a growing modern city.



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[brookewilliams]

First Name: Brooke

Last Name: Williams

Age: Sixteen

Appearance:


History:
Brooke grew up in France, her parents both happy people. Her mother was half veela, and her father was of a pure blood line. Her father has left his family, who has been vain and proud all their lives. Brooke's father was always different. He broke their little pure blood tradition thingy, and found himself happy with a half blood beauty. Then came Brooke. Caitlin, who is Brooke's mother (Julian being her father) was a woman who was always happy, always smiling. This is a trait that Brooke has gotten off of. Her mother was a girl who was not very rich, but she did not have any money problems either. She was good. She was happy. She is happy. As you would guess, a pure family as Julian's.. they were rich. They basically cut him off of their family treasures, but Julian didn't care. He had his own treasure. His family. He always had money stored away for him, though, so the Williams never have problems. As of today, Brooke and her parents live in Paris. They have a nice, simple house with a yard, and a whole family on her mothers side that is always there and willing to help.

Personality:
Brooke, generally, is a happy girl. Her mother was a happy woman, and so is Brooke. Her father was a creative guy. Brooke got that from him. She did get some of their flaws, however. Like her father, she can be quick to judge. Like her mother, she is not the smartest in the world, and she can get confused quite easily. Like her father, Brooke is a curious girl. Thoughtful, though not always coming up with the right answers. She does think a lot, but her mind can tend to repeat itself. She thinks of her surroundings. If the floor was blue, she'd think of that, wonder why it was blue, who chose it, and why they picked such a color. In the end, she's come up with the conclusion that blue is a very popular color. Not a very wise upcome, but that's what she'd come up with.

Brooke does tend to think of her appearance. She can be embarrassed rather easily, so she takes her time in front of the mirror. She looks for anything that will make her turn pink later on. She even double-checks. She cares too much about what others think. She hates how her eyes are small and how they crinkle when she smiles, but she tries to ignore it. There is nothing she could do about it. If she can do anything for an accomplishment, she'll give it a shot. She knows when to quit though. She likes to read romance books, but she can get too easily confused with any of the major plot stories, so she doesn't read too much. Brooke can also be easily jealous, though she's a bit of a push-over. She needs a little push to strive for what she wants, a push that her father always gave, a push that her mother always encouraged.

Brooke can also tend to hide her emotions. Usually her happy smiles and giggles are true, but there are those few times where they are fake, yet they look real. It could be because her eyes aren't so large and the can be easily hidden, the true feelings behind them. She's not very good at hiding her jealousy, as her face would go reddish, and her fists would ball up. When she was sad, she could hold it. It would build up, and it would explode like a water balloon. Water trickling into it until it was too much. She would always get away from any sort of company. Then again, Brooke doesn't have a lot to be depressed about. She does envy a lot of girls. She could wish she was as tall as them, short, whatever. Wishes she had bigger eyes or toner legs. Either way.

Like mentioned though, she's got a cheery mood, a mood that could evaporate into her skin and into others. She knows how to cheer a person up. Make them feel better. She's sees no evil in others. She can be too trusting with that little trait (of her mothers). So what are Brooke's talents, really? She's got gentle hands, a soft voice, a cheery manner. Her hands are still, calm. She could easily control her body. She could pick up a pencil with her toes, no problem, and she could draw a portrait. She could paint a scenery. In the end, it would turn out different, artistic, and beautiful. She could be a bit vain with her art, but her pride is not wasted. Not fake. She's got every right to be proud of her art. She doesn't know what she could do with her hands. Doesn't know what she could become, should she ever graduate from school. She doesn't know what her choices are, yet, she is indecisive, so she's going to need a bit of help.. to decide her future.

There's still plenty of time to do that though.

Sample RP:
Brooke sat at home, trying to read a book. A book that she had heard of many times. How it was loved by many people. She just didn't get it. She didn't understand the plot, nor did she find anything interesting about it. Eventually, she put it down with a scoff. Her father chuckled not a moment after. Brooke grinned at him, and stood up. She stood up, straitening out her pale green shirt and walked over to her father with a happy face. She sat down on a chair beside him, in the kitchen that was so nicely connected to the living room, of which she sat in just a minute ago. Her father had watched her as she approached him, with loving, caring eyes. The crinkle that Brooke loved so much, around his eyes.

She continued to smile before she spoke. She was about to go to Beauxbatons tomorrow. It was nearing midnight right now. She was still fully dressed, not wearing her sleeping clothes, and wondered. She was curious as to what her parents were going to do without her. Would they travel the world? Or would they continue with their lives. Brooke can be a bit paranoid sometimes, so she wondered if she would be missed. She needed to hear that. She could be needy sometimes, and that only amused her parents. She looked at her hands and tried to find the right words without sounding cheesy. Silly. She always worried about what people thought of her. She talked a lot, trying to please the listener, come off as a neat person. Neat. Lovable. Whatever word that is wished to be used. She would loved to be liked. Admired, even, though she hardly has any qualities to be admired. Brooke can be talkative. Life of the party, though easily jealous. Slightly competitive. Her father knew this. She could see it in her eyes as she watched him.

So what were the words she was going to use? Simply put, perhaps. will you miss me would suffice, but she did not want to seem corny. what are you going to do while I'm gone could work, but he might not get into how he will miss her. Might go on on how he will enjoy Germany or something. That was not something she wanted to hear, though she didn't mind, she wanted to hear . . words that she wanted to hear. Words that boosted her ego. She would need that for her term. A term without seeing her mothers beautiful blue eyes smiling, or her fathers crinkly, encouraging smile. As of now, her father could see her sadness. He said his assuring word, and Brooke, you could see her face visibly lighten up. Her father would truly miss her. Her mother had already made a fuss yesterday. She hesitated for a moment before she jumped up and wrapped her arms around her father in a tight hug.

"I'll miss you too, dad."

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[jasper]

First Name: Jasper

Last Name: Emerson

Age: Seventeen

Appearance:


History:
Jasper is no one special. Or so he's been told. He's the youngest of six boys, and probably the only one who struggled for an education.The boy grew up on the outskirts of Paris since his birth and was strictly the "good boy" of town. He grew up in a family of poverty, where his parents both struggled his entire childhood to maintain something close to a decent lifestyle. His mother was a well respected woman for mothering six children, what with the money his family owned and his father- while he worked at the docks all day loading and unloading ships, was the money provider for the family. To maintain an optimistic view for the family, his parents sang. A lot. Therefore, the boy grew up around music and it became a passion of his. Most commonly, he can be found in a jam session with his brothers. Anyway, at the age of fourteen, Jasper was put to work doing anything he could for spare change but as fate would have it, he recently received an owl upon his front porch one morning, envelope enclosed. So now he's here, hoping for a chance at something - anything to prove him of his worthiness in society, or just to prove that he's somebody.

Personality:
If you slouch, others will think I didn't raise you properly, Jasper. A quote Jasp keeps close with him ever since he was born. Mom always did have a way with words. To put it simply : Jasper is the person who will change his personality for anyone, just to see others happy. In a nutshell, the boy is shy and hesitant around everyone or doing anything. He's so timid, in fact, that he's commonly stuttering out sentences around strangers or fumbling for some kind of safety net to fall back on. There are times when his mood or outlook on life is what some would say to be pessimistic or cynical but Jasper is the kind of person to say how he feels or state what he sees, despite what others think. However, his biggest downfall tends to be around his closest friends. They mold him into what they want the boy to be and that really is a struggle for him. His mind constantly plays tricks on him regarding his feelings for people, or if (and even why) people may use him. It's not like he has any pride in himself. Always being told he looks "weak, lanky," and most of all, "poor," never settled well with him and so there's not much optimism that shines through his heart.

On the bright side, the one thing that keeps him sane is his passion for music. If anything, Jasper puts all his efforts and pride into it that it makes him feel whole. Music, he knows, is the only way to let loose his emotions so despite the fact that he struggles through many obstacles in his life, music has been a constant for him and let's face it. If you share anything in common, the boy is all timid smiles and sappy blushes. Jasper has a heart of gold - it's just how he is presented to people that effects him.

Sample RP:
It had been a week now. A week, and he still felt as if he wasn't adjusting correctly to this whole thing. Wasn't it enough that in this new school he knew no one, couldn't get down the classroom schedules correctly, oh and his dorm mates just so happened to see him in nothing but his undergarments the other day? As embarrassing as his first week was going, he just couldn't seem to get it. As it was, Jasper had been given the cold shoulder from his fellow house mates, forgot to make it on time to breakfast, etc etc. Could this get any worse? Sighing, he looks up from where he's positioned on his bed, only to lower his head once more and bury it into the confinement of his hands. Safety. Peace.

He missed being home and the package deal that came with it. Given, the poverty life style wasn't all too enthralling but mother's fresh baked pies were something he'd be willing to donate a limb for and oddly enough, despite their weekly arguments he missed his brothers. One was even getting married ; this week end as it turned out! It seemed as if the moment he left, things were finally turning around for everyone back home and Jasper was still spinning, spinning, and falling into a dreadful place he couldn't quite get the hang out of. Just the other day for instance he recalled asking where the nearest restroom was by the astronomy class, and the fellow student snorted before walking away. It was rude! It was insulting and worst of all, Jasper really couldn't blame the kid.

He wasn't exactly putting himself into a situation to strike up a conversation or make friends. He was pretty much hopeless after all.

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[jazmineeames]

Name:Jazmine Eames
apperance:
age:13
HISTORY: Jazmine Eames is a Pure blood witch. Both of her parents are French but she was born in england. Neither Jazmine Eames or her parents care about blood status. After Jazmineeames was born her family left England and moved back to France though Jazmine Eames attended hogwarts. Her mother and father didn't like the hassle of transporting her to and from England so they decided to have her attend a school close to home. She lived in Paris but she attended Hogwarts because since she was born in england she was eligible to attend. She was very popular in Hogwarts and was reluctant to transfer schools. At Hogwarts she was placed in Ravenclaw the house of the witty and wise. She wanted to work in the Department of Mysteries like her mother. Jazmineeames is very fascinated by secrets and mysterious things no one can explain. Her mother and father had met in the Ministry of magic. Jazmineeames's mother much like herself was fascinated with mysteries. She worked hard when she was hired in the department of Mysteries and put work first. Jazmineeames's father on the other hand put play before work{and maybe that's why Jazmineeames is a procrastinator} He had always been in love with Jazmineeames's mother so he visited her every day at the department of mysteries and she soon fell in love with him.
parents:
mom: works in department of mysteries
dad:department of magically law enforcement

PERSONALITY: Jazmineeames is quiet only when she is with a group of friends she trusts does she show her true character which is funny,smart, creative with lots of ideas.She is not usually one to study. Jazmineeames is known for being smart but doesn't think much of it and claims there are other people much smarter than her. Jazmineeames does have a sneaky side and can do things undected.Jazmineeames loves to read and that is what she does in her free time aside from writing fan fiction. She is not really uncomfortable around adults or people she is intimidated by. She tends to have a habit to lie when she is in deep trouble or she tells lies without meaning too. Jazmineeames also tends to be annoying. Jazmineeames has a tendency to forget things and is very sarcastic she has hurt a lot of peoples feelings with sarcasm. Also Jazmineeames is a huge procrastinator but she always gets her work done. Jazmineeames can't hold a secret to save her life unless it was a big secret then she wouldn't tell.

SAMPLE RPG: "But Mom I don't want to attend Beabuxtons I like Hogwarts!"
Jazmineeames whined to her mother.
"Jazmineeames Darling you will love beabuxtons that is the school your father and I attended and it is closer to home" Her mother exclaimed.
"So we could always floo to Hogwarts"Jazmineeames offered. Jazmineeames had gone to Hogwarts since her first year. All her friends attended hogwarts and she wasn't a girlie beabuxton the girls at hogwarts had met.
"Jazmineeames we don't want to do this to you but you will love beabuxtons I promise"
"Yeah right!" Jazmineeames shouted then ran up to her room and locked the door. Jazmineeames knew there was no way to avoid going to beabuxtons and staying t hogwarts. But she would just have to make the best of it and maybe her mom was right everything would be OK.

First, you need to fix your display name. Second, you need to add more to your history. Not only that, but I do not think I could allow for her mother (especially) to be the Head of Department of Mysteries, especially when you do not give enough detail on the history to begin with. Third, the personality needs work. You need to make her realistic by adding flaws, otherwise she's too perfect. Lastly, you need to fix your RP sample. In fact, you need to fix a lot of your writing mistakes in the entire thing. You seem to have a few good run on sentences. Also know that when using dialog, unless the dialog is by the same person, we separate them by pressing the enter key. That way it is truly distinguished that another person is talking. OKAY HOPE I GOT EVERYTHING
display name still isn't fixed how is this

Your character must have a first AND last name. Not only that, but the display name must also have your character's first and last name. Both must be seperate with a space, prefferably each first initial will be a capital letter.
jazmineeames is my first and last name
Please read what was posted above. They aren't seperated, capitalized and so on....

[mademoisellecharme]

Name: Lillix Delathéâtre

Age: 14 nearly 15
Gender: Female
Magical Background: Muggleborn, slight faery blood
Magical Affiliation: Light
Wand: My wand never leaves my side. It's yew, thin and springy, excellent for charms. It is unusual as it has unicorn tail and phoenix feathers in it bound together with a single silver band which runs it's whole 10 inches, just the right length for me.
Physical Description: At a first glance I'm not much to look at, tall, thin, pale with blue/grey eyes and dark red hair but I've been told that my eyes are my best feature, that a small spark of intelligence captures your eyes and holds your gaze with a fierce compassion...poetic drabble most likely.
Personality: To say that I am a romantic is to call Michal Jackson a little bit befuddled. I love books and acting and believe that anything is possible. Contradicting that however, I also have a very down to earth side which is the side most people get to see. To me someone could survive a near death experience but that wouldn't change the fact that I'd been doing all their chores while they ran off straight into trouble, whilst part of me is wishing it were me.
Family: My anscesors ( a long way back) had the idea for the first theatre in France, they were british but like me they had a love of the city of lights. That's where I get my name from. There is rumored to be a big scandal in my family's past involving Lillix, Faery Queen of Dreams. As far as I'm concerned what's done is done and there's no point moaning about it when there's work to be done.
History: I grew up on the back streets of London and spent all my wages from my job as a riding instructor for disabled muggles on theatre tickets each month. I took part in a few major producions such as Hamlet, Macbeth and Romeo and Juliet. I first discovered my magical prowess when i was only six years old and quite understandable mistook it for oddness and tried to dismiss it. I was young and shy with srawberry-bonde hair and was walking home from a show alone. My mother had been performing and my father, always drunken and foolhardy had sent me home alone. So there I was walking through some of the older cobble stoned parts of Old London Town when my ears alerted me to a slight tap tap tap which was not in keeping with the rhythm of my feet. I paused not wanting to give my pursuer a reason to suspect I knew anything. After all, a young girl alone in the middle of the night, unescorted on the wrong side of the river was not in the most safe of situations and even then I ws not repulsive. My skin was as fair as my hair and despite my years I already had the beginnings of that look in my eyes so many peole have commented on. I told my father about it when he got home but he oly told me to "sod off" and to "thing no more about it, what would they want with a runt of a thing like you?".
He was wrong. I was right, but at a cost.
The next time I stepped out of the house unescorted two burly men jumped out of the bushes trying to bundle me into a black van. I don't remember much except for my scream, so loud it shattered the glass of windows in houses six miles away.Not the best of starts. And that was just the beginning...My magical training didn't go too smoothly either prefering writing and drawing to fighting boggarts and Gryndilows. I did, however become quite good in the area of Charms and through that, also Defence against the dark arts. After my past I wasn't taking any chances, but was too shy to really excell a what I wanted to do. Dance. You are supposed to begin Ballet when you are young but with no money and my father's continual put-downs I never had the chance or courage to go. So I taught myself with what little I had untill I could go on pointe, of course I had no pointe shoes and so it killed me to practise without any so my grandmother gave me a apair of pink satin slippers before she left for Paris on the eve of my 11th birthday.
Other: I have one companion whilst at home and he follows me wherever I go. His name is Dartanion. My cat. Black and white he acts as if he were the legendary muskateer, strutting about with his nose upturned and tripping over his own feet as a consequence!
Sample RP:The leaves flew on a non existen wind, sending her hair askew. Her dark blue eyes stared blankly out at the murky waters of the lake, the trail of her dress caked in mud and debris from the flames that had threatened to engulf her along with the building. She breifly allowed her mind to wander back to the events that had led up to her current situation. It had all started with horses, to her everything started with horses...06:00 - A spell is strengthened.Three screams echoed through the dark, foresaken night.
"Lillix? Lillix! BOMBARDA MAXIMA!"
Lucius tore through the corridoor knocking over vases and house-elf's heads until he reached the grand dining hall. A dark figure was hunched over a body. The figure turned.
"You?"
"I wasn't me Lucius I didn't mean to, please you have to believe me. Daddy will be home soon...he'll know what to do just keep her alive! Please help me!"
"She's dead Lillix. Your mother's dead." He said smoothly gathering her up into hs arms and gently prising her hands from her mother's"Let's get you out of here"
It was the last time she set foot in her family home...so she wasn't to know that she wasn't the only one...

Note: This is the same sort I use for Trio's Hogwarts under the same name. I hope this is okay...

As long as you have at least what we want then its fine to add things, just not take things away. Also, that picture...isn't really a good picture to help describe what she looks like. Nor is your small description of her. So please either add more or find a picture of her.

Also you don't need to speak in first person. Instead of saying "I grew up on the back streets of London..." you should say, "She grew up on the back streets of London...." This isn't an application about you, but about your character.

[angelbabe]

First Name: Andranna

Last Name: Abney

Age: 15

Appearance:

History: December of 1992 she and her 3 sisters, Aryalynn Renee', Alyssa Marie, and Anastasia Lynn, were born to there parents, Stewart and Renee' Abney. Her parents died when they were all 8 years of age in a car accident. She has grown up helping take her of her sisters and their well-being. Her sister Aryalynn's friend and her family took them in. They work around the house to help take care of returning the favor of the family supplying food, shelter, and just about everything they need. She always thought school was a waste of time and boring, but she is willing to give this one a try. AFter all, it doesn't look half bad. She actually thought it might be neat.

Personality: Very kind and outgoing, Andranna has always been a loving and kinda of shy person. She has never been self indulged, she thinks everyone else should come first. She loves to read and sing. She has always been very bashful at first but once you get to know her she will lighten up alot. She can be very quiet and shy at times but there are many times when she loves to talk. She is used to being in the shadows and not being noticed too much. She will stand up for what she thinks is right though no matter what the situation.

Sample RP: Andranna walked into her new room to see it was empty. She went and set her stuff down and looked around. She was so overwhelmed with everything that was going on. She had never seen anywhere like Beauxbaton. "I never want to leave this place," she sighed while throwing herself onto one of the beds. She sat there looking at the ceiling and then reached over and grabbed her book and started reading. She finished the chapter and got up to go look around a little more now that she was usre she wasnt dreaming. "Wow, I can already tell I am going to love it here," she walked over and started gazing out the window.

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[julie]

First Name: Julius

Last Name: Breen

Age: 17

Born: Dublin, Ireland

Language: French, English and a little bit Gaelic

Blood: Pure-Blood

Wand: 13'' strand of unicorn hair, oak

Appearance: Julie is about average height, but below the average of weight (= skinny), and has chocolate brown skin. On top of his head there's a big mess of black afro locks, and his eyes are green (from his Irish dad). His lips are full and you could say he's fairly attractive, with something charismatic over him. He doesn't care a bit about his looks (more then being clean?), and don't see the point in why other people would. He also wears glasses.

History: He used to live in England, London to be precise, with his French mother (Alicia, works as a journalist for the local wizard-newspaper in Bordeaux), Irish father (Alexander, works as an architect), and younger brother (Lucas), until the age of 10 when he and his family moved to Bordeaux. He didn't have an abnormally dramatic childhood, he was teased like every other kid, his parents never divorced, and no one he knew died from anything other than age. He comes from a long line of witches and wizards, both Irish and French. The few people that get to know Julie (he prefers to be called that), know almost nothing about his past, he don't tell people about it. He has always known he was gay, more or less, and he never tries to hide it. That doesn't mean he flaunts it, either. In his opinion, it has nothing to do with anything, so why bother?

Personality: Julius is kind of a loner, he's quiet, and don't have many friends. It's not that he's shy, or anything. No, he's just not one of those, "people"-persons, if you know what I mean. His lack of social skills and his habit of being way too honest isn't a very good way of making friends. When he was a child he saw it as a curse, he couldn't help telling the truth and didn't realize he said something wrong until people snapped at him, now he uses it to protect himself from getting hurt. He will crush you before you get the chance to crush him. He tend to take things too literally too, which sometimes causes Him to snap. Even though he rarely speaks unless spoken to. People usually mistake his honesty for malice or rudeness, even though he actually is quite polite. But underneath the cold and hard surface, he does have a soft core, and deep down he is a good person. It just takes time to dig it out of him. He loves learning stuff, or at least the stuff he's interested in, and that varies from mythology and religion to architecture and art. He's artistic, intelligent and values honesty.

Sample RP: It's dark. Nothing lies ahead but an empty road; nothing lies above but a star freckled sky. It's quiet, it's cold. And it's perfect.
At least that's what Julius thinks, strolling along the pavement on the middle of the night. He never gets much time to himself, his brother: following his every footstep with admiration in his eyes, his dad: wanting to do manly stuff with him, “play quidditch” with him, and his mom: always there, hugging, snuggling, and asking questions he don’t want to answer. But this.. this was Julius-time. He was alone in the night, exploring Paris by himself, finally. It’s not that he haven’t been here before, on the contrary – this must be the eighth, or ninth time he’s here, since they moved to France. But this is the first time he’s old enough to appreciate the city, the lights, the atmosphere.
When he passes Mouline Rouge, which lies there like a big, red monster across the street, he also passes a boy at his own age, on the same side of the road he’s walking on. Julius is walking slowly, as always, and he’s looking at the boy, his soft, pale face, the full lips and the hazel eyes. And the boy looks at Julius in return, with the same vague interest, a slightly amused smile lurking in the corner of his mouth.
Julius smiles a confused smile; he’s not used to strangers smiling at him. He does not stop, he does not look back. He just passes the boy, with a warm feeling in his chest. And suddenly, the night isn’t that cold any more.
The boy watches Julius when he disappears in the dark of the night, still smiling. Then he chuckles, shaking his head.
“I can’t believe his fly was open”, he says to himself, walking the opposite direction.

I'm actually going to have to ask you to add more to the history. It just didn't feel like there was enough in there somehow. Also, when we RP we generally write in past tense.

[angellover]

First Name: Alyssa

Last Name: Abney

Age: 15

Appearance:

History: December of 1992 she and her 3 sisters, Aryalynn Renee', Andranna Rhaye Ann, and Anastasia Lynn, were born to there parents, Stewart and Renee' Abney. Her parents died when they were all 8 years of age in a terrible car accident. She has lived with one of her and her sisters friend and family. They have worked in order to repay the debt they feel they owe the family. She has never really enjoyed having to go to school. It was more of a chore to her. None of her sisters enjoyed school. They all thought it was a waste of time, but they went anyways. She is kinda excited to see how this school will be. She has heard it is far different from most. She has never really had many friends and has felt very lonely most of her life. She has helped accomplish many things in her tiny community though. She never really had the caring parents or anything near like them so she is kind of picked up a maternal instinct in order to help her and her sisters survive.

Personality: Alyssa is very quiet and shy. She will normally stay away from everybody and stay to herself. She loves to sing and dance when she is alone but she is to frightened to perform in front of a crowd unlike her sisters. She loves to read just like tthe rest of her family. She would love to curl up in the shade of a tree or something aand read a good book. She loves to be outside and to be close to nature. She hates being ignored and also can have a very smart elic attitude. She also gets very jealous if she doesn't get noticed by the few friends she does have.

Sample RP: Alyssa walked into the halls of her school and looked around in awe. She had never seen anything so beautiful. The first place she decided to go was to put her stuff down in her room. She was hoping that no one would be in there right now. She was severely nervous. She walked up all the stairs and finally found the right room. She walked in and froze. She couldn't believe how beautiful the room was and that she would actually be staying in there. She ran over and jumped on a bed after noticing that no one else was in there. She grabbed a book of the shelves and sat in one of the chairs by the fireplace. "Oh my gosh this is amazing," she sighed while leaning back in the chair. She slowly drifted off into a deep sleep until she heard a door open. She woke up and looked around and noticed the door was open. She went over to check and and another girl was trying to get all her stuff int o the room. Though she was nervous about meeting her she offered to help the girl get her multiple bags into the room.

Though you have hobbies that are Cossu in trait, your attitude and personality lean more toward Rouerie. So it must be Rouerie.

[cianhayes]

First Name: Cian (kee-in)
Last Name: Hayes
Age: 16 (d.o.b: 11/11/1991)

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Blond hair, hazel eyes, six feet and an inch in height and not too bad looking, Cian has all the Irish charm. He isn't muscular, nor is he skinny, but somewhere in-between - perhaps fitting the term 'athletic' more than any other.

History:
While hardly possible to document the first sixteen years of the life of an individual in a few mere paragraphs, it is nevertheless accurate to say that Cian Hayes is born of an interesting heritage, and one that no doubt shaped his personality and character heavily. With ancestry on his father's side directly linked to the old Gaelic Kings, his family still own and live in the Llangwobhan Castle, linked to the magical forefathers that made Ireland what it is today. His mother, also from a noble family, is partly linked to an old wood-nymph heritage, and Cian retains this natural affinity with earthly things.

His short-term history is one full of Irish culture. Growing up in Llangwobhan helped him to get a little magical education, but his decision to come to Beauxbatons was partly to distance himself a little from that and his parents' ever-watchful eyes, which had as of late begun to grate on him. It was this that led him to enter the school at the age of 16, escaping the private tuition he had had to that point.

While he had been once in a state of emotional consciousness perhaps not dissimilar to love, Cian would not admit that he had ever been in love. Keira, though still retaining a place in his heart, was part of his history, and a history he would not like to bring up at Beauxbatons. Having gone missing two years prior to his entry at Beauxbatons, it was only six months earlier that he had finally reached closure over her, assuming that by now she had, most unfortunately, died.

Personality:
A focus on the arts is paramount to Cian's personality - it is very much like him to compare a situation or person to an event or character in one of his favourite novels. An artist, musician, actor, writer and linguist, these take up so much of his life that they are part of his personality. It is for this reason that he perhaps is less academic, the book he'll have in his hand is more likely to be Austen's Persuasion than Merlin's Moste Complete Spell-Booke, and this is clear in a classroom situation.

While he would consider himself calm and slow to anger, the truth is that certain vices of his may speed up that progression to an enraged state. Bad grammar, a dismissive attitude to the arts and a negative view to his friends anger him. However, he is more likely to write, sing or draw about it than actually tell the person to their face, having an irrational fear of confrontation. Similarly, he becomes easily fedup with anything too monotonous, preferring an ever changing romantic orchestral piece than a modernist minimalistic piece of music.

Sample RP:
Footsteps echoed unnaturally loudly as a blond-haired student made his debut through the double-doored entrance to Beauxbatons Academy. The cymbal-crash that was his walk made him shudder on the inside - a dancer's walk should never be so loud, he mused, and this saddened him a little. Gracefully avoiding a younger (if perhaps less bothered) student as she raced past him, Cian Hayes twirled and considered breaking into dance. He was here.

BEAUXBATONS ACADEMY. School of magic. A place where he wasn't anymore trapped in the four walls of Llangwobhan Castle. A place where no longer he was expected to bow upon entry into every room, where he could not look anyone in the eye. A place where he wouldn't be forced to smile when told to, go to his room when his parents were bored... The rules and trappings of the school were after all nothing to the wee lad, and though the architecture was strictly mediocre compared to that of Llangwobhan, he cared not, running up and hugging a bannister.

Strange? You could say so, though Cian would prefer the terms 'unique' or 'quirky'. He sighed a little, a sigh of happiness, relief and most of all contentment. Sliding down to sit on the floor for a moment, his hand flew to his mouth as he realised that he'd left his suitcase (including his fiddle!) outside in the rain, and he jumped up, running outside to get it. Impervius charms or not, he'd rather it wasn't left to become weather-beaten already, and his fiddle had only just been strung (perhaps a musical mistake, considering he'd have to restring so that the instrument could mature to the surroundings).

Mumbling something in Gaelic to himself, he chuckled, realising he'd probably have to revert to French or English around here so he could be understood. Not that that mattered. A keen linguist, it wouldn't be too much trouble for him to pick up the French and English he had been taught back on the Green Isle and with a small whoop, not wanting to bother lessons, he slowly made his way up the main staircase, wondering where on earth he was supposed to go now.[/font]

Must be Cossu