Sorting (Term Ten)

[heartcore]

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

Age: seventeen

Appearance:

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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.

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.




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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Fixed it!

Must be Cossu

[angellife]

First Name: Anastasia

Last Name: Abney

Age: 15

Appearance:

History: December of 1992 she and her 3 sisters, Andranna Rhaye Ann, Alyssa Marie, and Aryalynn Renee', were born to there parents, Stewart and Renee' Abney. Her parents died when they were all 8 years of age in a severe car accident. She has grown up helping take her of her sisters. 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 cared much about school and only goes to make her sisters happy. She hopes that this school is as good and interesting as she was told it was.


Personality: Anastasia is very quiet and shy but once you get to know her she can act very crazy. She is fun loving and fun to be around. She never really liked rules and always thought they just held her back from having much fun. She can be very stuborn and hard headed at times. She stands for what she thinks is right and will stick up for anyone if she feels she needs to. She can be very hyper at times but she never has a dull moment. She is also very curious and nosy at times. She also, loves to sit down somewhere and just read a really good book. It always helps her calm down and relax.

Sample RP: Anastasia walked up to the school and seeing lots of people tried to kind of hide out where she wasn't seen. She hated not knowing many people here. She finally made her way into the school and imediately started looking around. She managed to make her way upstairs and into a room. "Well this is gorgeous," she said while looking at the view from her window. She set her stuff down and started exploring the room so as to know every nook and cranny in the room. After thoroughly looking around the room she decided she had seen enough for now. She layed down on a bed, grabbed a book, and got lost in her imaginery world. She loved to just read and get away from the real world. She wished she could live like the characters in her books. Away from all worry and always able to find some happiness. "Well, I sure hope this place is as cool as it looks," She said while setting her book on the nightstand.

Must be Rouerie

[sunlois]

First Name:Selena
Last Name:Clarke
Age:17
Appearance:





History: Was born in Australia,New South Wales, Is part French and Spanish, but is mostly Australian, when was 3 years old moved to London England were her parents then got her a nanny who had a Strong british accent so that's how Selena has an English accent.

When she was 1-5 years old she had a power to levitate things,had lost control and killed her fish in the fish tank,had found a spell book in the attic of her house.Selena was very suspicious of this book and read all the book in about 5 days, she learnt off by heart and used the spells and was doing extremely well in behaviour when her parents found out they did a spell to make sure she forgot what happened in the last week.

6-10 when she went to school she knew she didn't fit in,she was different then she knew she had powers, she was special,she had got her first wand and learnd her mum was a good witch and she was part dwarf that's why she was small and her dad was a wizard.She was really happy she was to do with magic as she always believed in it.

11-16 In high school she was bullied and made her fight and had her put into magic school so she was interviewed in her new magic school. She thought she fitted in with the Magic school Dragonsquest Magic school for witches but she got into a fight and was expelled she was warned in this new school she would have to behave perfectly

Personality: Has a split personality,can be nice,kind and friend nicest person ever, cares about animals but sometimes can't control the anger and everyone surfers from it.

But overall she is nice but is kinda smug,is quite popular,has many friends,loves animals and magic. Is better at Dark Magic rather than light magic,but loves any of them

Sample RP: Selena walked into her new school with her new uniform looking really cool, her hair was up in a messy pony which looked brilliant,her face was beautiful,she walked into the hall and saw the head master/stress

She had a conversation about how she need to control herself in the new school.
she agreed and walked around for a while seeing all different people shapes and sizes she looked at all the achievements the school got,she felt at home.

She went to her new class and learned about Dark Magic, she looked like a geek as she was the one who knew every single question when the bell went she got all her homework and went to her dorm.

As the rules state you may not use a famous persons or characters last name, history and so on. Change the last name and then I can sort you.

Must be Sournois

[jassyagami]

First Name:

Jasmine

Last Name:

Yagami

Age:

seventeen

Appearance:

most Veela's have blond hair and so does Jass, her parents have dyed it since she was old enough to keep suspicion from rising. It's either a light brown or a black color.

History:

Jass was born to Nicholas and Elaine Yagami on December 10, in Tokyo. Her father was a Japanese wizard, and her mother was a French veela. Her mother was ecstatic when Jasmine was born, and thus she named the girl Jasmine after the beautiful flower. Her father on the other hand her father was not as over joyed, he had wanted a son more then anything.

This didn’t mean she lived some horrible life, with her father hating her. Jasmine spent most of time under the care and affection of her mother. Her father spent time with her as she grew older, and she formed a close bond with him. Even closer then the one she had with her mother, which was ironic considering he didn’t really want her in the beginning.

After news that Jasmine’s grandmother was sick, on her mother’s side, the family moved to France to help take care of the old woman. When Jasmine was about seven her grandmother passed, and left most of things to her mother, including her house. The family decided to stay in France rather then return to Japan. Her father had decided she could go to Beauxbatons, and learn her magic there.

Personality:

Jealous

Jasmine is the jealous type, jealous over what people have jealous when someone flirts with the guy she likes. She is a possessive and jealous person, she because envious over the tiniest of things. Since she was an only child and spoiled she feels she deserves a lot of things. She even gets jealous when someone steals her attention.

Aggressive

Jasmine is aggressive, she knows what she wants and she inst afraid to knock you down to get it. She is pushy, and will do just about anything to get what she wants. This also makes her demanding and sometimes rude. Although being aggressive is bad, it can also be a good thing. Jasmine is a determined worker, and always tries to do her best on everything.

friendly

despite her downfalls Jasmine is still an all around friendly person. She is nice to most people, and can even be considered quite sweet once you know her. However she doesn’t let very many people get close to her. She is picky of the people she hangs out with. And thus she only has a few close friends.

spunky

despite some of her bad qualities Jass is a spunky free loving girl, who can let go and hae fun when the time calls for it. Even though she may sometimes look like a strict girl. She has a wild side she just chooses carefully on who she lets see it.

Sample RP:

Jass sat outside the clock tower with a pen in her hand and some parchment on top of a book. She scribbled down a short list of things she had done in the past week. Mostly school related things; learning how to make potions, and a few new spell. She of course was writing all this down in a letter to her father. Who was always interested in how she was doing at school.

She finished the letter with an “I love you” and scribbled her name at the bottom. She then rolled the parchment up and tired it shut. Looking around Jass scanned the trees for her owl, before giving up and whistling. It seemed out of no where a large white owl appeared and scratched the letter from Jass’s delicate hands, before flying off in to the distance.

This was Jasmine’s weekly routine, she would write home and just let them know if anything major ever happened at school. Not that anything really big happened with Jass.

Must be Sournois

[franflint]

First Name: Francesca (Fran for short)
Last Name: Flint
Age: 14
Appearance: Blond hair down to mid back, blue eyes, 5'9" always wears make up when going to a formal event.
History: Originally from England but Parents got divorced and mother sent her to beauxbatons because fo her own history at Hogwarts.
Personality: Bubbly, Fun, Adventurous, clever, dedicated
Sample RP:
Fran was walking to her common room when she heard a noise, knowing that the noise was not an ordianry sound at Beauxbatons she followed this so called noise. Slowly she hurtled round a corner and saw two second years practising obserd spells. "Cool, what you doing?" She questioned smiling at them.

(Is this r/l btw I made up the history)

No its a pretend character that you make up. None of your categories are long or strong enough. Add more to them all. Thanks.

[0verthere]

First Name: Elizabeth (Liz)
Last Name: Silverstone
Age: 13
Appearance: Elizabeth has shoulder-length light brown hair, with golden blonde highltghts that look very natural. Her height is 5'9, and she has deep blue eyes that people say are easy to get lost in. She is thin, but has a sporty, strong build.
History: Elizabeth has 2 brothers and 1 sister who get along with each other. She lives in a house just outside Paris with her mom, dad, and siblings. She started to write very well when she was 8 years old, and she has been writing ever since. She is a pure-blood witch who is part veela.
Personality: Elizabeth is the most complicated person you will ever meet. When she knows someone, she is loud and crazy, but it is hard for her to get to know people, so when she meets someone she seems quiet and unsure of herself.
But Elizabeth has the most confidence in the world. Some people say that is a bad thing, but she ignores what they say. She is not big-headed, she is just confident in everything that she does.
She has a lot of different types of friends because she is very different herself.
She likes fashion, sports, she is smart, and she loves writing. Without writing, her life would be incomplete. Elizabeth tries to get to know everyone, and most people think that is odd, but she doesn't care, she thinks you have to give everyone a chance.
But Elizabeth isn't perfect. She is mean and horrible when someone crosses her. She tries to be fair to everyone, but if it backfires, she doesn't let the other person win. She will yell and make their lives miserable so they won't forget who she is and what she stands for. Elizabeth is also an emotional person, becasue sometimes the things she loves conflicts, and it seems as though everyone hates her. She tries to be perfect, but that always falls apart, so she just tries to settle with being happy.
Elizabeth's favorite quote is "Reputation is what men and women think of us. Character is what God thinks of us."
Sample RP: Elizabeth ran up the stairs with tears streaking down her face. She tried to wipe them away miserably, but more tears kept coming down, so she gave up.
Elizabeth opened the door to her room, shut the door, and then locked it. Finally, she was safe, but the silence of her room just made her cry more.
She walked over to her table, and picked up her notebook. She flipped through the pages quickly, and looked for a blank one. She grabbed the pen she was using yesterday, and she stared writing. She tried to ignore the tears falling on the page.
She stopped for a minute and asked herself, "Why exactly am I mad?" She thought angrily back, "Well if my so-called best friend Amelia didn't say, 'You interfere too much with people. You are not perfect no matter how much you try. You're self-esteem is very low, and you never make the right choices anymore. You live in a fantasy land, and you need to come to the real world. Sometimes writing won't solve everything, and reading certainly won't solve everything. Be who you used to be, and everything will be fine. Stop making mistakes. Be perfect again. Stop treating me horrible.'" The words of Amelia echoed in the back of Elizabeth's head.
Everyone expected her to be perfect, and be who she used to be. But she was much happier with who she was now. And doesn't what she think of herslef count?
Elizabeth starting writing a song about how she loved who she was, and she wondered miserably is her and Amelia would ever be good friends again.

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[yuyalove]

First Name:
Yuya
Last Name:
Miura
Age:
Looks like 17, but in reality is 171
Appearance:
Linkie!

History:
23rd July 1837, Vatican City. Small baby boy was born for Chihiro Miura and Alphonse Delaflote-L’Armour. After finding out that a few of Alphonse’s relatives might be vampires, they decided to hide, being afraid that their son would get hurt. Why? Because they thought the vampires wanted to hurt them. That their relatives wanted to hurt them. That wasn’t the case yet they still ended up sleeping under bridges or in old stinky motels and barely eating anything. They just kept running and running a few years for nothing until they moved back to French where the two of them had met for the first time, and decided to start a life in there, their son, Yuya, being already 5 years old at this point. He spoke fluently French as well as Japanese, making his parents proud for knowing two languages already in such a young age. Of course, they tried their best to teach him English as well, knowing he’d definitely need it one day; it was the most used language after all.

First ten years went well in French, Yuya being already 15 at this point. He had gone to school, getting a reputation as a troublemaker as well as quick witted boy. Of course, adults believed he was totally innocent as his crimes always seemed totally impossible for him to do. Why? Because of magic. He had discovered he can do magic, not wanting to tell about it to his parents, but use it for stuff that seemed important to HIM at the time. He didn’t get caught as Ministry wasn’t as strict about underage people doing magic as it is now days. And obviously, Yuya went to a normal muggle school, because he didn’t even have any idea that there were schools like Hogwarts and Beauxbatons, meaning Wizardry and Witchcraft schools.

One day when Yuya came home from school, he discovered her mother dead on her bed. No, he hadn’t been murdered, but he had had a lung disease for quite long already and she had fought against it hard, but in the end it took her away. This made the boy extremely depressed and the last time he has cries, has been at her funeral. After that he hasn’t cried a single drop. Not even when his father died a year after from meningitis. Therefore Yuya was left all alone, only at the age of 16.

For nearly a year he survived alone, doing part time jobs and trying to behave, but most of the times he got fired for not listening the rules, being too arrogant or getting customers upset. But then he met a young man whom was rich and promised to give a great pay for the boy if he would work for him in his mansion. Of course Yuya would never say no to money and the offer sounded like a dream, because of other things; getting his own room in the mansion as well as his own bathroom, lots and lots of free time and of course the mansion was full of beautiful maids. Now that seemed like a perfect job, didn’t it? The glory last only for a week or so though, when Yuya noticed his Master’s odd behaviour. Before he realized the whole truth, it was already too late as he got bitten by his Master whom was actually a vampire.

First Yuya didn’t realize what he had become, but figured it out soon enough as he noticed his blood thirst. For years he feed himself with humans, but soon started to feel totally horrible about it, feeling absolutely nonhuman. Therefore he moved into animals, even though it was seriously difficult at first.

After all the years, Yuya have studied both muggle subjects and magical subjects pretty much by himself up until now as he decided to get himself into real Wizardry and Witchcraft school which happens to be Beauxbatons since he has lived mostly in French. Therefore he will start his first year in Beauxbatons as soon as he just gets accepted and sorted.

Personality:
Actually, Yuya is rather flirty and is nearly never up to any good. All of his life he has been a troublemaker yet nearly always been able to act innocent with his sweet smile which totally melted the adults hearts when he was younger. Even now, he’s able to get out of trouble with his smile and just purely acting innocent… even though he’s actually far from it. Sure he has sweet and kind side in himself, but most of the times he’s still confident and selfish self.

Even though he is like a playboy, he does believe in love. He just doesn’t want to fall in love as he’s a vampire. He’s too afraid to. Therefore he usually just plays around and never stays too long with only one person. He doesn’t want to get hurt or to get anyone else hurt either. When you meet him the first time, you definitely wouldn’t believe it would be like that, because he can be rather arrogant, but when you get to know him better you realize that he actually has at least LITTLE bit heart left.

Sample RP:

Bite. Chewing. Swallowing.

Now what do you first thing when you hear something like that? Someone eating apple of course! Right? Well, at least at the moment Yuya Miura, “young” vampire boy was sitting on a tree branch while holding a book in his other and an apple on the other one. Sure the apple tasted like ash in his mouth, but he knew that his neighbour had been wondering a long time already whether the boy ate anything or not, so he had decided just to show off a bit that he indeed was eating something at least. This wasn’t exactly what he normally ate, but all the muggles thought he did, so he had no choice really. Besides, he had done the right thing, because he soon already noticed his neighbour glancing out of her window towards him which just made a slight smirk appear on his lips before already turning next page of the book.

Slight yet warm wind was blowing to his face, making his hair right in front of his eyes which why he constantly had to push the hair out of the way. He was seriously getting annoyed about this, but he had to stay a moment longer so that he could make the neighbour more pissed off as he proved she had been wrong; he did eat. Of course there was a reason why he got upset more easily than normally. It was because he hadn’t gotten HIS food for rather long time. He needed blood. There for he definitely should go hunt tonight so that he wouldn’t attack his “poor” neighbours. Also, he was going to travel tomorrow to Beauxbatons, so he wanted to be in his best mood when he would meet the headmistress, Madam Maxim. Actually, he was reading a book about Beauxbatons history the very moment, though he was trying to hide the cover from the neighbour, not that he’d be afraid of getting found out about being a wizard (because his neighbours were way too dumb to guess that), but because they would probably think he was reading some kind of children’s book. And that would be way too embarrassing to him, wouldn’t it?

History stuff didn’t actually interest him at all, even though he didn’t know a single thing about Beauxbatons, but he some how felt like he WAS the history. He, himself. Part of it at least. After all, Yuya had lived for 171 years already. But it would look totally stupid if he’d just sit in tree and eat and apple, so he had had to bring something to do with him, and he had just earlier received Beauxbaton’s history book, so he had thought that it would definitely entertain him while he’d show off a bit to his snoopy neighbours. Too bad the whole setting, meaning apple, book and wind, were all ruining his moment, so he finally jumped down from the branch, which wasn’t THAT high actually, before already walking back inside to his small house, throwing the apple in the garbage and dropping the book on the kitchen table. Now he didn’t have anything to do, because he had packed up all his stuff already and would be ready to leave to Beauxbaton right away. Well, not exactly. He still needed to go to hunt, in order to stay calm the next day when he’d be sorted and stuff.

”Better be off already…”

Yuya muttered to himself, heading outside already, noticing it would get dark soon. Calmly he kept walking towards the forest, like a normal muggle as he certainly didn’t want to get any attention in his last night being there. Or actually he knew that he shouldn’t cause any trouble a day before going to Beauxbaton, so that he’d make it to there. He definitely had to. Therefore, only after he had entered the forest, he sped up and let his senses take total control of his body; it was time to hunt.

Must be Sournois

[mikeyboy]

First Name: Leone

Last Name: Vasco

Age: sixteen

Appearance:

History:
Leone Vasco was born on May 1st 1992, to Adriano and Lithia Vasco, of Bari, Italy. As a child Leone was very attached to his mother, however this changed when he began to come into his powers. He said goodbye to his parents and moved to Campobasso at the age of 10, where he lived with his Grandparents and extended family in a tiny secluded portion of the country side. While he lived in Campobasso he learned basic magic from his Nona. About 3 years after Leone arrived in the country his younger sibling, his sister Gianni and cousins came to join him.

When he first moved in with his Nona and Nono, Leone had a very bad experience with their house elves. Leone never had a house elf before, and was stupefied by the sight of it. However the house elf wasn’t too fond of him and would often be very cold and cruel to his new youngest master. This experience caused Leone to have a distain for the house elves, and often caused trouble for them.

As he got older, Leone realized there was more to magic that his family could teach him. Thus he decided to ask his grandparents if they could send him to Beauxbaton. Set in the old ways, his grandparents believed the family were the ones to instruct the children in the art of magic, so they refused. It took many months of coaxing to get them to even consider it. Going over their heads, Leone pleaded with his parents to let him attend the school. Unlike his grandparents, his mother and father decided to let Leone go to Beauxbaton.

Personality:
Leone possesses a notably high physical endurance, however doesn’t do anything without compensation of some kind. Although cold-hearted in appearance, Leone shows a soft side on more than one occasion. He is bit dense to start with, but is loyal to his companions and has a good heart. His inquisitive nature attracts many people to him, and he enjoys a good challenge. He can be very protective of people, but that’s a habit that can fade away.

Sample RP:
The sky grew dark as the clouds rolled in. A strong wind blew the green wooden shutters against the house with a cloud crack. The sun, who earlier in the day shone brightly, was now hiding it’s face in fear. A powerful storm was brewing over the hills. Thunder could be heard in the distance, rain pounding on the tin roof. The sound of a scared little girl could be heard from underneath a table in the family room. In between crashes of thunder, footsteps could be heard walking across the wooden floorboards of the old house.

“Gia,” Leone called looking for the little crying girl. He rubbed the back of his head, looking in every room in search of her. “Where is that girl?” A tiny squeak from the room to his right followed a streak of lightning. Leone turned to his right into the dark, unlit living room. “Gianni?” he called as he walked in. Her tiny feet stuck out from under the table, a blanket covered her head which she covered with her hands.

Leone sighed, and quietly walked over to the table. He bent down, trying to get under the small coffee table as best he could. “Why are you under here Piccola?” Leone said to the scared little girl, who loosened the blanket from over her head. “I won‘t come out“ she protested kicking him away with her foot. “Eh, Are you still scared of thunder Gia?” Leone asked his sister who nodded, as the kicking slowly ceased. He extended his hand towards Gianni “there is nothing to be scared of mi Piccola.” However the girl continued to shake her head. He rolled his eyes, at his sister’s pig headedness.

“If you won’t come out, I’ll come under.” Her little head popped up when he said this, ”But you are too big,” Leone put his hand on her head to quiet her, “That doesn’t matter, If you won’t come out I’m coming to get you.” After saying this Leone slid under the small table and tried to sit up. His head hit the top of the table, and she laughed. ’I told you that you are too big mi fratello.” Leone nodded his head in disapproval, “I might be to big to fit under here,” he said to his little sister “but you are to big to be afraid of a little lightning.” The two of them watched the storm from underneath that table, and laughed to forget the fear.

Must be Rouerie

[bones]

First Name: Camille Lexi
Last Name: Bones
Age: seventeen (D.O.B - April 5th, 1991)
Appearance: Camille Bones
History:

Camille Lexi Bones was born in Magdeburg, Germany on April 5th, 1991. To Eleanor Jackie Bones and Phillius Earnest Bones, Eleanor is a veela-blood and Phillius is a muggle. Though Camille had inherited her mother's veela-blood. She is also the oldest of two twin brothers, Max and George Bones who are both fourteen years old.

Camille had lived a long and hard life, being judged and being confused about herself. When she was fifteen she started to wear her sunglasses most of the time when she was out and when she went to school. And whenever she went to her muggle school in Germany, her teacher would tell her to take off her sunglasses and she would be some-what embarrassed of taking her glasses off. Like she was afraid to show herself. Camille would use her parents and take their credit cards and money and spend it. She didn't know why she would do that everytime she does and just thought that it made her happy when it just made her confused.

She would also use her magic against it's abilities and would pull pranks on her ex-friends or people she didn't like. Then at age sixteen, Camille had a boyfriend which she grew attached to so much. Though Camille's boyfriend, Mark, grew to love Camille so much that he would let her use his money to buy things. Mark is also a wizard like Camille, so they will pratice their magic and do spells. Then after a month of dating, Camille got pregnant with her's and Mark's baby. And after a week of going to doctors they got married and was over-joyed with happiness. Though Camille's mother and father was not so impressed and happy, and even though her parents were unhappy, they supported her and warned her. Though she would somehow ignore them.

Camille herself will sometimes question her appearance and what she was doing, and since she had gotten pregnant and married to Mark, she dropped out of muggle school though she was still trained in magic. After a month of being married to Mark, they started to have a fight whether this was right or not. Mark was optimistic about being married and having a future, but Camille was still thinking about the situation. Then after two weeks of fighting, they broke apart, but Camille still kept the baby. Since she knew how delicate a life is. After her nine months of labor, Camille bore a baby boy and named it Allen. He was a wizard, well that was what Camille and her parents suspected.

Camille was taking good care of Allen and suddenly realized her mistakes. She then stopped wearing her sunglasses and hiding her face, she then said sorry to her parents for everything she ever did at them. And she was emotionally recked, which she would usually get. She then talked to her parents about going to Beauxbatons and leaving Allen for them to take care of while she was gone. Her parents thought that this was a step in the right direction and sended Camille to Beauxbatons Academy.
Personality:

Emotional: Camille is very emotional and when she was going through a tough time with her boyfriend/husband and being pregnant, she would usually write poems and songs, even short stories about her life. Camille used to be so caught up on herself and cry everytime she does something bad or mis-led in her life.

Optimistic: Camille was not that much optimistic when she was fifteen and sixteen, her mind was confused and broken. And after a while of thinking she knew that she was too stupid and weird that she changed her thinking to being positive and upbeat. But sometimes being too optimistic is not good at all.

Artistic & Fun: Camille's artistic abilities are over the top. She would use her life and feelings inside, to write poems and songs. And after a while she would sing it and grow into tears. Though her optimistic behavior after all of that mayhem grew and she became more fun, and she started to have a happy mood with her family and child. And her friends and family got more happy and magical. But still in the back of Camille's mind she knew that Mark was still out there searching for her and Allen, though that would never get in the way of her life.
Sample RP:

Rainy. That was the kind of day that was bringing Camille down and emotional. She woke up all tired and out of this world. Her mind was in another place, wondering and scared. As the voice of her mother calling her, startled her. She then made her way down stairs with her baby Allen. Having a serious talking face on.

"Mom. Dad. I need to talk to you," said Camille as she followed her parents to the couch. "I want to learn more magic." Camille had said that with an optimistic feeling. Her parents nodded their heads as Camille's dad said, "And we want you to learn magic too." So after her dad said that Camille was more excited to ask her parents if she could go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. As she spoke to her parents about that, she layed down the cards and straight up told them how she felt. Her parents thought and thought about her decision.

"OK, but who will look after Allen like you do?" asked her parents. Camille thought about it hard and for a while. She then asked her parents if they were willing to look after him? They knew that Camille was trying to make a big decision while having a big part of her life in her hands. And all her parents will do and say is, "Only if you can handle it!" And Camille nodded her head in excitement and kissed her baby in the cheek.

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[katerinka]

First Name: Katerinka "Kat"
Last Name: Prerovsky
Age: 17
Appearance:
Height: 4'8"
Weight: 83 lbs
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History: Katerinka was born in Russia, where she lived most of her child hood with her grandmother. Her parents shortly after she was born, but they had already taken care of everything that was needed to send Katerinka to Beauxbatons. Katerinka went to Beauxbaton as soon as time called for and she had been there for a few years but then on one of her trips back from the school to her grandmothers she was in an accident. With the accident she lost her memory and her grandmother was put into a coma. Katerinka had lost all memory of everything but still had her motor functions and remembered most of her English. Russian of course was still strong. She spent the summer trying to understand the contents of her book bag which was filled with all her stuff from Beauxbatons. She was now returning back to Beausbatons as if she were new to the school. She had lost all that she had learned the last couple of years and felt more lost than ever now. She has no idea of her blood line and most the answers about who she is she is hoping someone will be able to help her figure it out.

Personality: All depends upon her mood. Sometimes she is sweetest girl in the world, willing to bend over back wards and believes in anything and everything. Then there are times when she is harsh and cruel thinking the world is out to make her life miserable. She has a sarcastic sense of humor and she loves to go out and have a good time. Yet you can find her off in a corner reading a book ignoring the world, getting lost in another person's life. She tends to be on the talkative side especially if she is around people she knows, but there are rare moments when she is quiet and most of those times those who know her, worry that something is wrong. But the truth is sometimes she just likes to sit back and listen to others, be the observer. She tends to be a bit of a flirt and a touchy feely kind of girl. Sometimes she is even mistaken as a typical cheerleader which sometimes annoys her.


Sample RP: Katerinka woke up in the car in which her grandmother was driving. They had just left the station and were heading home when out of the blue the car was swerving out of control and they plunged straight into a tree. Both were wearing their seat belts and probably the only thing that kept them from going through the windshield. Katerinka recovered first and had a gash across her forehead from where she hit the dash. As she straightened in the passenger seat she looked over to her grandmother in the driver's seat and found her crumpled over the steering wheel. Katerinka went into shock the blood from the gash on her forehead slowly running down her face, in which she used the back of her hand to stop the blood from running into her eye not even realize it was blood. She looked around and finally found her purse digging into it trying to find her phone. She needed to call for help and as she started to push in the buttons she realized she had no idea who the woman was next to her. She didn't even know where they were going, why she was in the car, or who she was. As the woman on the end of the phone answered she just sat on the phone as the woman repeated her words, "Hello, can I help you?" Katerinka finally snapped out of it and swallowed, "I need medics. We've been in an accident." Her voice didn't even sound like it was coming out of her body. She felt as if she were watching a movie instead of living the scene before her. The woman continued to ask questions and Katerinka answered as many as she could but a number of the answers were I don't know.

Katerinka hung up the phone and it sat in her lap her hand still gripping it. She licked her lips as she stared at the older woman next to her. She leaned over to check the woman's vitals, she could feel a pulse it was extremely weak and at first she missed it. She moved her hands over her face and leaned forward trying to collect herself, to figure out anything. She pulled her hands away from her face when she felt the wetness upon her hands. As she pulled her hands way from her face she seen that they were covered in blood and she wiped the blood on her jeans. Once her hands were mostly clean of the blood or at least the blood left behind was dry she spotted a bag next to her purse. She went to grab the bag and was stopped by her seat belt that had locked when they slammed into the tree. She unlocked the seat belt and then reached for the bag again. As she set it on her lap she began to search through it and was extremely confused with everything that was in it. None of it made sense, which added to the confusion she was already going through. After she decided the bag wasn't as helpful as she was hoping she grabbed her purse and found out her name. She then seen pictures of her and the older woman that was still crumpled upon the steering wheel and yet nothing made sense except she knew the older woman. Next she spotted the older woman's purse and she began to rummage through it as she did her purse. She then realized why they were in pictures together. She was her grandmother. She then put everything back and laid her head back trying to calm herself and waited for the medics to arrive.

Once the medics arrived they rushed both her and her grandmother to the nearest hospital. They determined her grandmother was in a coma and it was unlikely she'd come out of it. Katerinka was put in her own room and was treated for a concussion and was suffering from post-traumatic amnesia. The doctors told her she may gain memories back over time or they may never come back. Katerinka was kept in the hospital for a week for observation and then released. She was taken to her grandmother's house and there she took care of the house and tried to regain her memories in every way she could think of but was having no luck. She would visit her grandmother everyday seeing no improvement. She came to the point she felt comfortable with herself even though she couldn't tell anyone much about herself. She continued to go through her bag as well as her grandmother's house to find clues to anything to make sense of what was in her bag. As she made her way through all the different papers and calenders she began to piece things together. So as the summer would press on she would piece more and more thing together and yet very little sparked her memory.

Must be Rouerie

[jaceylynmesdomar]

First Name:

Jaceylyn

Last Name:

Mesdomar

Age:

Fifteen

Appearance:

Jace's hair changes from time to time, or rather day to day, pink being a very prominent color, but other colors such as turquoise, blonde, green, orange, white, black etc.., are all colors found in the girls hair. Her natural hair color was a dark brown, but she couldn't very well have that. Her eyes are a almond shape with a dark brown iris. That's one thing she always loved, and hasn't changed too often. Every few days she changes her eye color and keeps it that way, but it eventually turns back to brown. She's relatively short in the height department, being only 4"11. But, no she's not a legal midget yet. You have to be 16 for that to happen. She doesn't hope to grow though, and has a sense of pride over her midget-ness.

>>Measurements;; [Imperial System]
00 in Pants
5 in Shirts
36c Chest
Size 5 shoe

>>Piercings;;
Tongue
Ears Once in lobe
Septum [occasionally wears]

History:

Jace's parents, Anne and James Mesdomar, both had a history of Metamorphagus' popping in randomly on either side of the of the Family tree. Low and behold, Anne gives birth to Jaceylyn Mesdomar on October 31st, halloween no less, and what else is she but a Metamorphagus?

When she was a few months old, she began showing off these traits by changing her hair color, her eye color, or morphing her nose into a bird so she would be entertained when all else failed. Yes, Jacey was a happy child, as well as being a very tiny one. Until she got to Hogwarts, she was constantly teased for being so tiny by the neighborhood kid's. Jacey would simply push them off of the swing or trip them at random moments.

At the age of five, her grandmother died, leaving Jace confused and with one ambition in mind: to continue the tradition of Auror's in the family. Yes, at the tender age of five she had dreams of being on of the highest ranking jobs in the Wizarding World, to her it was anyways. So, until she was old enough to get a wand or use magic, she would read anything and everything, ask questions constantly about how she was supposed to do something without a wand, the normal stuff a kid was supposed to ask.

Going to Beauxbatons really did a number on Jaceylyn's self esteem and her enthusiasm, even if she continued to stive to be the best, she didn't feel like she was worth it. A month into her first year, she finally had enough of the teasing and whatnot, picking up the old habit's she'd had when she was younger; teasing the kid's back and getting her revenge whenever a prank was pulled on her.

Personality:

Being that she was teased so often, one would only assume that Jace would steer away from meeting new people. Quite the opposite in fact, Jace loves meeting new people. It's a chance to show how hyper she really can be, unless she's caught on a bad day, then she just nod's and continues doing whatever.

She fall's in love easily. But it's not just necessarily in love, she just takes to people quickly, even if they don't realize it, she gives out her trust entirely too easy.

Jace is pretty easy to get on with, [see above statement] and she doesn't make enemies easily. The same cannot be said for those who do lose her trust or rub her the wrong way. She often finds herself pranking the people or just being spiteful towards them. That's another thing Jace is famous for: Pranks. Revenge ought to have been her middle name, not Leslie. Whene'er someone is feeling mischievous, they most always include Jace, unless they themselves are up for getting pranked back twice as hard.

>>Phobias;;
[?]phobia - Fear of Werewolves
Arachnophobia - Fear of Spiders
Monophobia - Fear of Being alone
Apiphobia - Fear of Bees
Merinthophobia - Fear of being bound or tied up
Taphephobia - Fear of Being Buried alive
Pnigophobia - Fear of Choking or being smothered
Virginitiphobia - Fear of being Raped
Taeniophobia: Fear of tapeworms.
Scoleciphobia: Fear of worms.
Helminthophobia: Fear of being infested with worms.

Sample RP:

Jacey sat on a... well she didn't exactly know what she was sitting on. It was a sort of cart-like-thing that had been holding a plant, but she removed the plant. Despite the fact that her hair was forest-y green, the rest of her body helped none. She had an orange plaid skirt on, and suspenders, paired with an yellow tank top. Now, maybe if she was in the flowery section, she wouldn't have stuck out like a sore thumb. Except her hair.. Win-Lose situation there, babe.

Jace looked around the room, finding the amount of green becoming a tad boring for a greenhouse. "Maybe I can change up a few of these colors.. Spectra Lightus!" She said, pointing her wand at a plant, watching as it became a full rainbow. "That's a start.." She pointed her wand at another plant, but heard someone coming, and stopped.

Must be Rouerie

[mello]

First Name:Mello"The Pure Rogue"
Middle Name:Delacroix
Last Name:TornQuist
Age:
15(human years)267(her actual age)
Appearance:
She has shoulder length black hair, her eyes are a deep purple, she has alabaster skin. Her attire consists of a 3/4 sleeve black shirt, faded black jeans, and a pair of mid-calf black boots that have small spikes protruding from the top.
History
Anne-Marie Lufi' Denequa was engaged to be married to Vincent Alexandre TornQuist. The marriage was arranged and they hated each other for agreeing to it. But they knew they were the only hope for the pure-blood vampires, so they went along with it.
Months after they were married, Anne-Marie became pregnant. Their first child was Vincent Edward TornQuist Jr. He was a handsome lad. He had deep blue eyes, dark brown hair, and cream colored skin. He was the incarnation of beauty. Then 50 years later Anne-Marie was pregnant again. This time with a girl. When the baby was born she was named Mello Delacroix TornQuist. She had alabaster skin, raven black hair, and purple eyes.
As she got older, Mello never got very tall, but she was slim, which allowed her to get through small spaces easily. Unfortunately, height wasn't the only thing about her that was changing. All pure-blood vampires can invade another being's mind but Mello could do so much more. She could control them, steal information from them, delete information from their minds, and put it into her own. She also gained the unheard of ability to form weapons from nothing. Her best one was a scythe, that according to philosophers was absolutely gigantic. Coming in at 8 feet tall and the blade being one foot at the base and after about 5 feet narrowing to a point of less than a centimeter. She could also make daggers, swords, buster blades, gun blades, and katanas.
When she turned 15, she gained the pure-blood power. Every pure-blood had a power linked to their personality. Her parents and brother could control ice and crystal, therefore it would only make sense for her to control ice and crystal as well. Think again. She could control flames. Purple flames to be exact. They were hot as the sun and she had perfect control over them, while her brother was still learning to control his power.
Soon her parents began to get worried about her and decided to send her to Beauxbatons. They thought that maybe she needed a more open environment to explore who she was and find out what was "wrong" with her. So, after months of waiting,Mello was accepted into the school.
Every month she was summoned to the vampire council with the Empire. And every time she refused to go. She knew what they wanted her to do. They wanted her to hand over her weapon making ability. She did not want to give over her way of differing from the other pure-bloods. She did not wish to be told who she could be. Eventually, she was labeled as a wanted woman."The Pure Rogue" is what they called her. They only called her "pure" because she was pure-blood, but aside from that they thought she was evil for not obeying their orders and summons. But she was safe in Beauxbatons, or so she hoped.
Personality
She doesn't have the normal pure-blood vampire personality. She outspoken and loud rather than quiet and soft-spoken. She wanted to stand out from her kind and be different. Which is why she did not hand over her weapon making ability. She is normally a happy, delightful person to be around, except when shes angry. She has a fiery tempter and can control it but sometimes she simply doesn't want to. She loves to draw and watch as well as play in the theater. She loves to make friends and hates to loose them. She tries her best to forget what she is and tries her hardest to fit in. And it seems to be successful. Most of the time.
Sample Rp
Mello ran down the hallway trying to get to class on time.
"I'm gona be late!" she shouted to herself as she skidded past the door to her class. She quietly opened the door as the teacher was not paying attention. She walked over to her desk and scooted the chair out. SCRRREEEEECCCCCHHH. The chair echoed through the class room.
"Dang it."Mello said to herself.
"Good morning,Miss TornQuist. I am quite glad you could make it to class."the teacher said as she turned around to face Mello,who was just sitting down into her chair.
"Eh...hehe...he."Mello laughed at her tardiness nervously.
"Well,now that we have the entire class present,lets get on with our lesson,"the teacher said as she turned back to the chalk board and began to dully explain the workings of ancient writers, most of which Mello had learned about back in the 1800's. So, she sat there with her head in her hands and her elbows propped up on her desk. She thought to herself "How many times do I have to learn something before they understand that I know it already?"while she began to form a mini dagger and twirled it between her fingers.
Suddenly a yard stick slammed down on her desk.
"AGHH!" She immediately woke up from her daze and stared up at the teacher.
"Glad you are back from the clouds,Miss TornQuist." the teacher said coldly but obviously in a way that was humorous to the other students."Now, if you would be so kind as to hand over that dagger."
The dagger immediately dissipated.
"What dagger? I have no idea what on earth you are talking about."

I can't really read this. You need to space after periods and commas and so on. Also its almost as if you hit enter after every sentence. Just make the application more pleasant toward the eyes lol.

Okay. I think i fixed it. And about the sentences, I wrote it as if it was in a book. So when the person speaking changes I do believe you make another paragraph. Or so I thought.

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[marquella]

First Name: Marquella Constance

Last Name: La Croix

Age: 15

Appearance: Blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin. Her eyes sometimes turn black when she is angry or concentrating.

History: Marquella was born on May 4th of 1992. Her parents, Anne and Jaques, already had 3 children, all girls. Jaques wanted a son, not more daughters, so he left Anne, Marquella, Bernadette, Louise, and Jaqueline. Anne married again, this time to a muggle names Pierre DeBrute. He certainly was a brute. He hit the girls when they misbehaved and when her found out they were pure bloods he left them. Anne, very upset by two awful marriages, took Marquella and Bernadette, the two youngest girls, to a wizarding orphanage. Then Anne disappeared with Jaqueline and Louise. No one's heard from her since.


Personality: Marquella is generally quiet - in a menacing sort of way - but if anyone crosses her, she wont take it lying down. She has an odd love for animals though, and would never hurt one. Her best friend Renee goes to hogwarts and is in Ravenclaw.

Sample RP: Marquella sat on her bed lazily, trying curses out on her bed curtains. It was really quite interesting. Her bed curtains had just turned into an immitation boggart. Flipping through her Magical Curses book, she looked for a spell that could turn the curtains into something real, and alive.

Your display name needs to match the name in this application. Also none of your sections are long enough.

[catgirl11]

First Name: Catherine
Last Name: Pogana
Age: 15
Appearance: scifipedia.scifi.com/images/7/78/Padme.jpg
History: Catherine was raised in a family of 5, herself, her mom a smart witch, her dad a creative muggle, her twin sister, May, and her older brother Jesse. Her brother is 2 years older than herself, giving her parents a hard time when the twins were born. The three siblings were very close to each other, despite the fact that they were opposites. May was shy and sensitive, Catherine was loud and funky, and Jesse was original and smart. It helped the family that they rarely fought and got along well. Especially when death overwhelmed the family. Their father’s brother, Stewart, and his wife Patty died in a fire; Patty was pregnant with triplets, 7 months old. It was extremely depressing and sad. Especially for there father. After that death, he divorced his wife, Marie and left as they had gotten married the muggle way.

The family became sadder, but it was May who cheered them up, when she won a spelling bee contest and got the family lots of money. That was very happy. So happy, their mother decided to start dating again. They children where happy for them, until Step-dad Luke came. Luke was nice, but only to Catherine. The step-dad was mean to Jesse and May, which separated her from her older brother, and a little bit farther from her twin. After that they moved from America to France, as Marie wanted her witch daughters to go to Beauxbatons, like her.

Everything there was many changes for the family. May became extremely fluent in French, Jesse barely knew French, and Catherine was okay with French, and did not deeply enjoy France.

Personality: Catherine is a very loud and funky girl, with her own sense of fashion. Often coming up with wacky outfits, she is known for it. She’s not the smartest girl around, but does pretty well. Rarely does she get sick, but when she does it is bad. She almost always has a smile on her face, and is trying to cheer up people when they’re down. She hates to be sad, or to see people sad, whether they are her friend of enemy. It just seems contagious and makes her sad.

Two of her most noticeable flaws are clumsiness, and not thinking before she does things. She knows her flaws, and tries to stop then, but never can Catherine stop them. Occasionally she will think before she does something extremely stupid. She is scared one day she might too something that is over the line stupid without thinking of it. She’s not sure what she could possibly so stupid that she would regret that day.

Her most noticeable talent though, would have to be her singing voice. She loves singing, and most things to do with music. She has an awesome voice, and can sing very high and still sound beautiful. She can go low, but not very. Singing low has never come easy to her, especially as she grew older. When she was very young she could sing fairly low, but not very high. As she grew older, her voice became high.

Sample RP: Catherine sat out on the balcony, still is her sleep wear. She wore a long white silk nightgown, with a dark blue silk bath robe over it. Her messy hair off her back in the refreshing breeze. Everything had seemed to change so quickly. It seemed like one moment she was running around her back yard with her siblings, care free, and the next she was in France in an apartment. No where to run around like no one is watching, or sing as loud as you want. It seemed like there was no fun. Sure, now she could get tons of new in-fashion stuff, but she didn’t care about that. She wanted her old care-free sing as loud as you want, life back. Everything had changed now.

Catherine became attached to her music, and her cat, Storm. She had her beautiful grey cat sitting asleep in her lap, and her flute sitting in its’ case next to her. “Nothing will ever be the same,” she whispered to her cat quietly. Storm kept her happy, even at the most depressing times, like the divorce of her biological parents. With him, she would be lonely, sad, and completely depressed. Thank the heavens her mother agreed to buy her a cat for her 11th birthday.

Her cat woke up and his ear’s perked up. By the time he had awoken, Catherine had fallen into a peaceful sleep. Storm jumped up and down, and then ended up biting her awake. She jumped awaked, and scowled her cat. “No biting!” She said in an angry voice. She put down her half-tabby, half-rag doll cat, and went to the kitchen. Like a true rag doll, her cat followed. She heard her mother sobbing lightly. She walked in and asked. “Mom, what’s wrong?” She was scared to ask. “Your aunt Maggie is missing~” “Oh my gosh,” she said quietly to herself. “Mom, it’s okay. The police will find her.” She said, hoping she was right.

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[diani]

First Name: Diani

Last Name: Silver

Age: 15

Appearance:

History: Diani Silver has been living with her parents and siblings, one older brother, two older sisters, and a younger sister. Her parents split and went seperate ways two weeks before she turned nine. She had been living with her mom, older brother, and younger sister since then. Her other sisters went with her dad and she hasn't seen them except on rare occasions when they stop by.

She has always been closest to her mom and older brother. When she was fourteen her brother married, moved out, and had a son. She gets to talk to them every once in a while. Also, her sister-in-law brings the baby out to see her whenever she can.

She started grade school when she was six and has always been fairly smart compared to everyone else. When she was ten her mom realized that she was different then most kids. She could levitate things, change things, and oddly she could even disappear. Her mother discouraged her form doing any of these things in front of anyone.

She hid her secret till she couldn't manage to anymore. When she finally couldn't hide it anymore her mother started searching for magic schools she could attend that would be close to home. They then found Beauxbaton and thought it would be perfect for her.

Personality: Diani is a very kind and selfless person. She loves to help others and be there for them when needed. She is very smart adn a quick learner. She can be very stubborn about things. She also likes things to go her way, and can become very rude when they don't. She has been very spoiled by everyone she knows.

She is very creative and puts her feelings into making things. She is normally not shy and she loves to flirt, which seems to get her into some trouble at times. She tries to hold her emotions in and not let anyone see when something is bothering her or anything is upsetting her. Even when she is in the worst mood she would rather help someone else then to sit and dread on everything going on with her. If she really trusts you then she might open up and tell you what is going on but she rarely will do that.

Sample RP: Diani had gotten to the school and gotten situated. She grabbed her notebook and her pencils and ran out to sit under the tree closest to the lake. She set her bag down beside her and sat in the cool shade. She grabbed her pencil and started writing.

She loved to sit out and write poetry or stories. This is an amazing place, I hope I will be able to fit in. She thought to herself. I have never been able tto fit in anywhere and I have always been the weird kid no matter where I am. She sighed. It had been so hard growing up in her family.

She had been told over and over again she must hide her unique abilities instead of let everyone know about them. She had hated it and hoped that this school would give her a better chance to be normal and fit in.

Please remember no one is perfect. So you may want to add some flaws to your character.

Must be Cossu