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[zooeyblackthorne]

First Name: Zooey Amalia

Last Name: Blackthorne

Age: Thirteen { Fourth Year }

Appearance:



History:

On a clear, quiet December night, Zooey Amalia Blackthorne was born. Her parents thought her to be a miracle. For years both Rexford and Charlotte Blackthorne had tried to have a baby, but to no avail. And then, as if nothing had ever happened, out popped Zooey.

She was a model infant. Rarely did she cry. Rarely did she spit. Rarely did she make a mess. Her parents began to wonder if this was normal? Had their child been born some kind of mutant, angelic freak? They'd not heard of any of their friends' infants behaving so lovely. It was too good to be true.

And then came the terrible twos.

Soon enough, the day came where little Zooey spoke her first word - "why." No, it wasn't dada, or mama, but it was why. Her parents should have known right then and there that they'd be in for hell. Zooey grew up questioning every detail of the world around her. She wanted to know everything about everything. She'd never take no for an answer, and she argued until the cows came home.

While her dad could not be more proud, her mother was less than thrilled. It was her dream for little Zooey to be a well - behaved princess - complete with table manners and matching tiara. But that simply was not to be. Yes, she put on the nice clothes her mother provided her, but did she act the part of an angel? Absolutely not!

She rolled around in the mud. She banged against hard surfaces. She yelled, she screamed. She threw things. She magically lifted rattles and sent them flying at dangerous speeds toward various people. At least we know she's not a Squib her father joked. Charlotte Blackthorne was not amused.

But after a while, her mother came to terms with who her daughter was. A stubborn, intelligent, sporty fashionista. She would take Zooey shopping on Rodeo Drive, introducing her to legends such as Yves Saint Laurent and Bottega Veneta. Zooey could not be more pleased with her mother.

Eventually, Zooey began elementary school. Nothing of much interest occurred until that fateful day when she came home from her first day of the third grade. Zooey looked at her mother straight in the eyes, and asked her "Mommy? What's a half - blood?" When her mother explained to her what the lovely phrase meant, Charlotte asked her why she'd asked.

She told her that Simon Boothe had referred to her best friend as one.

Insanity ensued. Zooey told her mother that she had become best friends with Peggy Heckles, a half - blood. Charlotte would not have it. She tried everything she could to keep Zooey away from the kind, she said they "weren't like pureblood witches." Of course, Zooey would be damned if she'd actually listen to her own mother.

Soon enough, she was spending all of her time with pretty Peggy, much to her mother's chagrin. The more time Zooey spent with Peggy, the more she became enraptured by everything muggle. How did they function without magic? What was life like for them? Did they ever have fun? Peggy did her best to answer all of Zooey's questions, - even though there were hundreds.

Somewhere in the mess of muggle talk, Zooey happened upon tennis. Peggy's father was apparently a pro, and they had their own court in the backyard. The minute Zooey came home from Peggy's, she instantly demanded to be professionally trained by a coach. Reluctantly, her parents found her one[she'd already been taking quidditch since the age of four] and she quickly learned she had incredible talent for the game. She could play for hours and hours without breaking a sweat, and soon enough her dreams for the future involved becoming the ultimate tennis champion.

Upon entering fifth grade, she announced to her parents that she was tired of being a witch, and that she wanted to be a part the Beverly Hills public education system. She said that her tennis coach told her of the fabulous tennis program that Beverly High offered, and she'd been sold then and there.

Needless to say, it was the one time she didn't get her way. The moment she turned ten, they shipped her off to France, to attend the school her mother had attended before her.

Who could have guessed that she would end up loving it?

Personality:

Zooey Amalia Blackthorne is a firecracker, if nothing else. She always has an opinion on everything and will stop at nothing to make sure that it's been heard loud and clear. She's also a fierce friend and likes to think of herself as "defender of the just, and enemy of evil."

As an only child to infinitely wealthy parents, she's never really had to fight too hard to be the center of attention in their lives. Needless to say, she is drawn to the spotlight as is a moth to flame. Because of this, when she is faced with opportunities for social interaction amongst people her own age ... things can turn a little sour. When Zooey isn't at the focus of every conversation, something in her brain tells her that things aren't going ... right. And so her body responds with as natural a reaction as if it were trying to maintain homeostasis - it tells her do anything she can to divert the attention back to herself. Whether this requires the "Did you see my new shoes?" comment or even that "Ahh! Oh, no, it was only a spider. But a big one!" comment, she'll stop at nothing to once again have other people's lives center on hers.

Another thing about Zooey is that she simply cannot understand why her family is so wary of anybody who happens to be anything other than a pureblood. No, her parents aren't the pureblood - maniacs that some of the members of other pureblooded wizarding families tend to be, but still they tell her to "be careful" when around half-bloods and muggles and to "simply avoid them if possible." It drives her mad. Zooey looks at people for who they are as opposed to for what they are. And so, upon entering Rhiannon, she plans to completely disregard her parents advice and do whatever she wants. Lord knows she's had enough practice the last eight years of her life.

As far as intelligence goes, Zooey's got plenty. She clever, quick-witted, and a damn good communicator. Her parents boast that she can talk all the stubbornness right out of a mule. Of course, her powers of persuasion are both a blessing and a curse. Often times, she doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut, and, manages to get herself into trouble. No matter how eloquent she may be, when her temper gets the best of her, people seem to be willing to do anything get her to shut up. Sometimes that works to her advantage.

Most often it does not!

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Sample RP:

As Zooey flipped through her schoolbooks, she couldn't imagine when she would possibly have the time to do all of her homework. There were just so many classes, and she wanted to do her best with each assignment. She wanted to somehow separate herself from the rest of the students; she didn't want to end up lost in the crowd. There were just too many students in this fxcking school! The odds were certainly against her, but then that's never stopped her before.

Feeling a new, intense surge of motivation, she quickly headed back to her common room. For some reason, she just felt so uncomfortable elsewhere in the school. It was just so large that she found herself often getting lost within its winding maze of interlinking hallways. And anyways, the common room would be the ideal place to go about her studying.

When she'd first come to the school, Zooey had felt optimistic about the whole friend - making situation. Surely people would take an interest in her. After all, she did come from a very interesting place. But sadly nobody bothered to ask anything about her. She was just another eleven - year - old student in a school up to its neck in kids. Nobody seemed to notice her.

To be honest, she hadn't really cared at first. She had never wanted to come to this school anyway. Who needed a bunch of uptight French idiots anyways? They could go an make their croissants without herfor all she cared. But then ... c'mon. Who was she kidding? She was used to popularity. She couldn't survive without friends - she'd get too damn lonely. And why didn't they like her notice her anyway? She was cool, dammit! Cool enough to make friends with some Parisian losers, at least.

Thinking about all of this, she got herself so worked up that she couldn't even concentrate on her homework. She decided that she wasn't going to take any of this lying down. She would do whatever she had to in order to make herself some friends. Whether it would be to cut her hair, join the quidditch team, or ... or ... well, she couldn't think of anything else at the moment. Today would be the day that the new Zooey would emerge. Who cares if she didn't go to some stupid high school in Beverly Hills? If France was where she was meant to be, then so be it. She would grab France by the fxcking balls.

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Must be Rouerie

[agnes]

First Name:

Agnes
Her mother found this name special and she thought that it fitted her beloved new born daughter, it sounded like a princess name, and she wanted her daughter to be one.

Last Name:

Betacourt

Age:

16

Appearance:

Hair
She has a long beautiful red hair. She inherited this from her mother, who was more alike her. She usually keeps the hair free, so the wind can pass through it, she really loves that sensation. The pain comes when the summer comes, it is too hot, and Agnes cannot suffer it.

Eyes
She has some bright blue eyes, the same like her father's. She has some long lashes too, which complete the way of perfection (at eyes).

Body
She is slim but not anorexic, she does not think about that, she is tall, and she wears especially light dresses to put it on evidence. She likes her shape and she always tries to look for some appropriate cloths, when she has the chance to buy something, she really buys dresses she likes, she thinks that they are pretty and comfortable. When she refers that she is tall, she means that she has some long legs. Those legs help her to pass many difficulties in life and she attracts some invidious looks with them.

History:

Agnes Betacourt was born on a cold day of September. She is a lonely child from muggle parents, but she was raised by them with love. She was wanted in that small house from a village from France, she brought happiness inside her parents house. Her parents, Natasha and Wulfric made all the efforts to buy their daughter toys and what she needed but they were scared because when she turned three years old, Agnes showed her first signs of being a magical child, and her muggle parents did not know anything about magic, and that it was real.

They were so worried but decided to forget the "small incident". But honestly it could not be passed with the sight. She actually blow up the cat in front of her parents while they were taking their tea and Agnes was playing with the cat. After having the appropriate age to go to school, Agnes was brought by her parents at the worst muggle school she saw in her life, a place where she would not return for nothing in the world.

There, she had to sleep in a dormitory full of rich girl who always elected to make fun of Agnes, offending her, and always setting traps to her, and all the time, she was innocent, but not all the time she was believed. She had chosen to go home every vacation, because she feared that girls, and that was the moment when she chose to be rich, and not only for that, when she was getting angry she was making explode an object and the girls, which were considering themselves superior to Agnes chose to call her a "witch". And it was true the only thing she did not know that she was a real witch. She had alway put herself the following wuetion, "Does Magic exist" if so she wished she could be one, so she could set a trap for them.

But nothing was in vane. She spent the terms there, lonely, she became a lonely person because of them, until she met a girl, which had the same "symptoms" She was excited because she did not meet somebody who had the same qualities of hers. That girl was her best friend until she went in one summer, the final summer, home, to spend her usually, without any special events summer. The summers were being very boring for Agnes. The she received a letter in which said that she accepted at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Soon a wizrd arrived and explained everything to her and her parents, and that it was not a joke. She was happy inside her and outside her, and not only, she wanted to jump she wanted to write to her best friend, to tell her everything, and the best thing that her parents accepted with joy the news. Not only that she was going to a famous school, which she did not know too many, she did not know even where it's location was, but she was going aways from that horrible school, a school she should not forget, but she would probably keep it into her worst memories.

But a few days before departing at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, she was crying of happiness, she received a letter which was going to change her life in a dramatic way. It was Alice's mother, the mother of her best friend from that horrible school. She said that Alice died. She tried, she wanted to see her tomb, to bring her flowers, but it was not possible, most probably the mother of Alice knew that she was a witch by now, and most probably that her daughter was as well, and of course she knew that she had to go a Beauxbatons. She cried and tried, but she asked her parents to go to her mother and tell her that she loved Alice very much.

She went at Beauxbatons with her heart broken, only thinking that Alice was the only person who made Agnes live, to have the hope to survive, to pass all her troubles with all her hope, she was the first person and the single one who made her laugh in that muggle sanctuary. She hoped that she would meet new friends there, she hoped that she will find honest people, real friends, with whom she could share her deepest secrets, her deepest thoughts, her deepest desires, her deepest troubles.

Personality:

Agnes is a lonely person, and is not because she was not loved by her parents, but she missed the love of a true friend. She was given by her parents at a muggle school, her life was practically impossible there, she closed herself, but she expressed her feelings of anger in paintings, paintings she was hiding, everyone were trying to make her life impossible there, she had no chance against the she had to endure to be cosidered a...freak.

Until a day, when she met a person, which changed her life, a girl, which became her first real friend, she was not lonely anymore she was making food painting, all her inspirations were found in that girl. She liked to read a lot, poems, fictional, especially those which were magical, her dream was to be a fairy, a fairy like in those stories, she loved that she much that she started to write some, in which she was one, the fairy Agnes. And Alice, her best friend, which was also a witch, but she found that too late, like a lot to read the, and t offer compliments and ideas to Agnes.

The hell was a heaven with Agnes's friend. She was even dreaming at nights that she ruled a fairy land. She was not as brave as she wished, she did not tell her parents the hell she was enduring at that school, and she perfectly knew that it will harm her parents heart if she said that to them, she knew that they did not have money to take her into another place, was was aware of that for a long time. Despite the fact she was not treated like, her mother wished, like a princess, despite the traps, the offenses, she remained a warm person, very kind, wanting to help the people all the time.

Sample RP:

"Come along Alice" yelled Agnes from the garden. They were finally alone, without Mary, Lucy, Minerva and Cruela to torture them. They were finally free, to paint, to talk, to read poems, by themselves, without being watched from close. Agnes was smiling for the first time in that week, she was looking at trees, she was excited, full of joy, some tears started to fall along her pale cheek, which was once rosy. No she had to spent this hour with Alice.

It was a sunny day, perfect for painting, and to study. She was looking at the nature, how it was blooming, how was rebirthing again. She missed her home, but she had to stay here another three month and only then she could go home, only then she could rest, and only then she could enjoy the boring summer sleeping all the time. The only thing she wished in her heart was that Lucy, Minerva, Cruela and Mary will stop teasing them all the time. They were probably at the kitchen trying to steal some food.

She did not eat very much these days, she has been to sad, to lazy maybe to go to eat, or maybe she did not want to see someones face. The last option was the one which was correct. She wanted to eat badly, she needed to eat something to survive, anything. She found in her bag a small cake. She asked politely to Alice if she wanted some, but Alice seemed to refuse politely, as she did ask, so she started to eat it fastly, as fast as she could, she did not want anybody seeing her what she was eating.

After she had her stomach full she started to explore with her eyes everything, to memorize the shape of th trees, to retain the colour of the roses, to minimize them on a sheet of paper. This paint had to be a success. She will bring it to her parents, to prove them how much she loved them, to tank them that they born her, that the gave all the love she needed to grow.

But the hope did not abandon her at all, Her hand was painting fast some flowers, some trees, in a few word what she had in her front. A marvelous picture. The school was not like the picture, the conditions were miserable, they had an old library. The librarian was acting nice with her. She and Alice were the nicest persons, but she did not understand how, a nice person like Madam Maregery, worked in there.

Odd very odd, but some people have to work to earn some money. It was very hard for Agnes to decide what job she should practice when she will be fully grown up. She remembered how she made explode the goblet of wine of the headmistress, she could not forget that at all, it actually made her laugh. But enough, she had to work hardly, which was not as easy as she wished, but at least she was doing it with pleasure.

Must be Cossu

[lauren]

First Name: Gabrielle
Last Name: Kain
Age: sixteen
Appearance:

History:
Gabrielle Marie Kain was born to Lauren and Leston Kain on New Years day in 1991. The happy couple couldn't be happier and were very blessed that they had a new year's baby. They have always wanted one and now they do. Gabrielle was a very healthy and mellow baby. She didn't fuss as other babies do and wanted all the attention. No, Gabrielle was just very very chill and looked up at the ceiling most of the time when she was in her crib or laying down on the padded blanket when her mother or father changed her atrocious diapers. Stinky, stinky. So really, Gabrielle was very chill, mellow and not completely attention starved like other babies in the world.

On Gabrielle’s first birthday, she discovered the taste of birthday cake. Vanilla cake to be exact and Gabrielle got very excited. She'd grabbed chunks and chunks of cake and smeared it all over her face. She giggled of course and her parents were very entertained by it. It also made the young Lauren and Leston want to have another baby, so Gabrielle could have a playmate. Lauren had been married before Leston and she had a child from that union, a beautiful girl named Penelope. However, Penelope was in the care of her father. So nine months later, on November 15, 1992, Landon Calen Kain was born. Gabrielle was uber excited when her little brother was born. She'd always tell her mom that she'd help take care of her little brother and throw away Landon's poopy diapers when her mother was in the middle of changing him. Her father, Leston came to Gabrielle after Landon was born and brought her into the room. She was gently set on the bed next to her mother. Gabrielle smiled cutely and gave her little brother a kiss. It was the cutest thing ever.

As years past, Gabrielle helped her mother with her baby brother. Of course at times when Gabrielle was having a rare temper tantrum, she'd push her brother, slap him, or scream in his face. Of course Landon was innocent and didn't deserve any of it; he'd start crying as well and Leah got blamed for it.

At the age of 14, Gabrielle was reading a few magazines when she saw how beautiful all of the models were. She grabbed the magazine, went to her mother, and told her that she wanted to be just like them. With the family living in California, it was wasn’t too difficult to find a modeling agency. Lauren took Gabrielle to the nearest agency and they signed her immediately. She was petite and thin, so she could not to runway shows or anything along those lines. She was strictly commercial and magazine spreads. She loved it though. However, one day she came home in tears when the owner told her she had to drop Gabrielle from their company. They had decided to go another route with the whole ‘petite model’ thing. And that’s when Gabrielle’s father announced that they were moving to France. She would have a better chance of getting a modeling contract there than anywhere else. Gabrielle was 15 years old then. So Gabrielle wasn't very keen on moving when she had so many friends here in California. So in the next few months, Gabrielle threw tantrums, teased her brother and packed her belongings so the family could move to France. That was a great four months.

Gabrielle took a great while to adjust in the family’s new. home in France. She was attending a local public high school. She was so pissy all of the time and was always arguing with everyone. It surprised the parents no end when she muttered something under her breath and, suddenly, the father was sent flying back into the wall. Three days later she received a letter from a school called Beauxbatons, a magical academy. Gabrielle, a witch. It was absolutely unbelievable. She hated being at home and, she agreed to go.

Personality: Vanity;;

France somewhat made Gabrielle conceited. Looking around at all of the students around her, she just randomly noticed that she was so much better than them. She had been a model; half of these people may never even get that chance. It doesn’t exactly help that guys give her loads of attention. That just adds to her conceit factor. Everywhere she goes, guys heads turn and she loves and lives for that attention. If it were to ever stop, surely there will be hell to pay. She is so cocky and doesn’t have many friends because of it. She mostly sticks to people in her little group simply because they are similar to her in a variety of ways.

Love;;

Gabrielle is, surprisingly, a hopeless romantic. She is a sucker for those sweet guys that worship the ground that their girlfriend’s walk on. She only had one boyfriend before, Craig, and they broke up because he thought he had found something better. Gabrielle saw them together recently and she was definitely NOT better than her. She is faithful to her boyfriends. But, when she is single, she just loves to let loose and have a good time. She is the biggest flirt ever and is totally into seducing guys just so she can get them for the night. The next morning, they’re finished and she moves on to the next guy. It is a very bad habit to break but, the moment a real guy comes into her life, she will stop.

Friendly;;

When it comes to her friends, of course. Gabrielle doesn’t really stray away from her cliques to meet new people. New people join and they become her new friends. She is picky about who she trusts, so it really takes her a while before she can open up to people. With a girl with a dating history like she has, the last thing she needs is for a fake friend to come along and tell her business to the entire school. She is cocky, out of control, and really hard to handle. If someone is actually able to handle her and enjoy her company, then you better believe that they become her best friend.

Party girl;;

Gabrielle loves to have a good time. She loves loves LOVES parties. She looks for every opportunity to ave one or to attend the party of someone she knows. When she isn’t invited, she and a group of friends would go and crash. She loves to party and lives for that. Dancing, drinking, and just the over-all atmosphere are her high

Sample RP:

This is weird

Gabrielle stepped onto the light blue carriage that was supposed to get her to Beauxbatons. From the window, her blue eyes could see her parents waving, wide bright smiles on their faces. Gabbie didn’t know what happened but ever since she found out she had magical abilities, her relationship with her parents had begun to diminish. She used to be so close to them, be able to turn to them for everything. But now she acted as if having these magical abilities made her so much better than them. She wasn’t sure why that was, but that we her way of thinking all of a sudden.

She sighed deeply as she rested back on the soft seat, the bangs of her hair falling over her eyes. This was going to be a long journey, she could just tell. A carriage pulled by horses? Lord only knows how slowly they would be moving. Her stomach began to grumble and the other people in the carriage with her stared with looks of disgust clearly written on their faces. She just wanted to shrivel up and die right then and there. Was that girl that swore she was better than everyone else? Where was that girl that knew exactly what she wanted and would fight to the core to get it?

Oh yeah. Back in America.

The carriage suddenly gave a jolt and she sat up, watching as the ground beneath them disappeared. She screamed in horror, the people in the carriage laughing. They were flying. Oh how foolish she had been to think this thing would drive them there.

Must be Rouerie

[maraa]

First Name: Maraa (pronounced Mah-rah)

Last Name: Walters

Age: 16

Appearance:
Maraa is a bit over average height, currently at 5’ 6”. Her skin shines with a natural golden tan and her toned body is especially evident in her lean legs. Maraa does not have a very girly figure; she has broad shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs- overall representing more of a boy. Her hair is a sun-bleached blond with gold, light blond, and warm brown highlights. She sports an original haircut- slightly shorter than shoulder-length layers, but with end wisps that go out and sweeping side bangs. Her cut is volumizing and fits her drawn out facial feature. Her cheekbones and elongated chin also add to her boyish appearance. Maraa’s eyes have been said to be her better feature. Her vast, dark blue eyes draw you in and hold your gaze with disconcerting deepness. They fog over with a misty grey whenever Maraa is angry. Maraa is extremely fit due to her surfing and the huge amount of time she spends outdoors. She is not stick- thin but quite muscled.

History:
Born in Malibu, California to a wizard mother and a muggle father, Maraa is quite a surprise when it comes to most teenage girls. Maraa was introduced to magic at a very young age and because her mother is a magic-lover, she has learned many useful incantations for household care. She has not however been taught any magic concerning school topics because her mother felt that it was the school’s responsibility and not hers. Maraa’s parents were successfully married for eight years, but then the problems began. They began to argue constantly about every little thing, even Maraa herself. They did not disagree on so many topics because of the usual muggles finding magic weird, but because they ceased to have anything in common. Her father soon reached his boiling point and left the family. Maraa was three and does not miss what she cannot remember but she has grown to hate her father for the pain and hardships he bestowed her mother.

Personality:
Headstrong, rash, tomboyish, and spontaneous- these are four words that summarize the exact person Maraa is. Maraa is extremely stubborn and hates to admit she’s wrong. Her downfall is usually caused by the fact that she acts on impulse and never turns down dares. Maraa goes out and does whatever she wants to, only stopping to think about her actions when it is too late. She is very adventurous and hates being cooped up inside. One of her favorite hobbies is exploring her surroundings to the extreme. A born surfer, Maraa is at home in the water and practically fearless. Instead of the everyday fears (sharks), it is usually the small life concepts that scare her (betrayal). She is not hostile but does not go out of her way to make friends. Her motto in life is that whatever is meant to be will happen without her meddling and that love is time better spent surfing. Maraa is also a bit of a rule-breaker. This is unfortunate, as she is very smart but tends to get in trouble with her teachers a lot for "smart-aleck" comments. Maraa was not brought up in very luxurious conditions because of having a single mother. She has gotten used to a simple life and actually gets uncomfortable near riches. Having a single mother also let her get away with a lot of things she wouldn’t have been able to if her mother had not been so busy trying to handle things on her own. Maraa also tends to get very competitive. This trait comes from growing up with two older brothers, both of whom refuse to baby you and instead treat you as they would their guy friends. This is an explanation why Maraa is much more comfortable around guys than girls as well. She feels that girls get too caught up in the possibilities and don’t live in the moment. Another thing about Maraa is that she is blunt and to the point and won’t go to the sake of lying to save someone’s feelings. She is opinionated and doesn’t hide it.

Sample RP:
“What?” he sneered, yellow teeth flashing. “You chicken?”

Maraa’s dark, dangerous eyes flashed and narrowed. They clouded over until every speck of blue tinge had been swallowed by foggy grey. She was beyond angry now and all rational thinking evaporated as if by the steam she could practically feel billowing from her. Without a word, she slid herself neatly onto her emerald green surfboard and began paddling out to the pier. Two dark-skinned boys follow her out- Dan because he wants to be there to help if something goes wrong, Mick because of his disbelief that she will follow through. If Maraa knows they are coming, she doesn’t let on, and continues on with long, powerful strokes; her figure, an ominous shadow against the evening ocean water. Then the almost invisible pier looms ahead. Without another breath, Maraa angles her board toward the pilings. She’s going for it.

Her head is clear of all thought- ignoring the warning messages her self-conscious is desperately sending her. She already knows. She knows shooting the pier is reckless and a sure death-sentence. She knows that even the best surfers would have trouble coming out alive. But most of all, she knows that her desperation to succeed for the sake of a dare will probably end up tearing her mother apart. And yet she still can’t bring herself to turn around, to admit she’s scared, and to leave. It’s not that she even cares what this jerk of a guy thinks. She could care less about whatever rumors he spreads about her. The truth is, she admits, Maraa hates showing fear. Fear is for wimps, for girls who need protection, for those who can’t face up to lives challenges without a man shield. And Maraa is none of those… nor does she plan to become one.

And then she spots the pilings. They are in front of her and Maraa must act now. She seizes control of her board, rocketing between pilings, in and out of shadows, through wave after wave. She lets out a breath but a wave that seems to have full intention of killing her closes out, forcing her to turn her board toward shore- and a huge, slimy mussel-covered piling! Maraa hitches her breath and leans her full body to the left, desperately trying to make a sharp turn before her face collides with the razor-sharp pole. Just an inch before the wood, Maraa’s board finally obeys orders and veers. She lets out her breath and slides off her board into the cool water. After emerging on the other side to the sight of two shocked boys, she exits the water, not even waiting for their apologies or awe. Water dripping from her soaked blonde hair, Maraa makes her way to the small beach house in the distance. There is nothing else to prove, as far as she is concerned.

Must be Sournois

[simonne]

First Name: Simonne

Last Name: Sotelo

Age: 16

Blood Type: Muggle Born

Appearance:

History:
Simonne Sotelo was born in the “Biggest Little City in the World“ Reno, Nevada, on June 9, 1992. Growing up for Simonne was hard… When Simonne turned one her mother left leaving her and her father with nothing. Times were hard. Simonne’s father was working two jobs just support her. The young girl grow up not knowing her mother and barely knowing her dad. As time went on, Simonne had made it to 11 years of age. Now she had to help out with bills. She started to work under the table, mopping floors and watching kids. Simonne was alone most of the time. Until she meet her best friends, Alex and Brandon. They where the sweetest guys you could ever meet. They helped Simonne through the years giving her a place to stay and helping with her money issue. Simonne was now on her way to becoming a strong independent women thanks to her two best friends. Simonne had some problems with keeping a boyfriend around though. Simonne had had a few relationships with guys but they all ended because she would end up cheating on them. She didn’t mean to it just happened. Simonne just turned 16, and her started to notice things were a little different. Then one day on owl had dropped and letter in front of her. Simonne opened it and then she found out that she was a witch. Simonne told her father about the letter and he was amazed. He encouraged her to go to school for it.

Personality:
Independent - loves to do stuff on her own but doesn’t mind a little help.
Hard working - willing to do whatever it takes to get things done.
Not trustworthy: Might cut you down if it’s needed .
Outgoing - loves meeting new people, friend or enemy.
Temperamental - doesn’t like being told no.
Sample RP:
It was the night before Simonne was off into the wizard world by herself. She couldn’t believe and she would be leaving the world that she had ruled for so long. The sixteen year old looked into the room full of people that she loved with all her heart standing there waiting for her. Tear rolled down Simonne’s face, they were tear of joy and sorrow. Not in all of her years did she think that she would be leaving with nothing but a hug and kiss goodbye.

Simonne slowly made her way to the group of loving people. Above them was a sign of black word and a white background, the words were, “Good Luck.” Simonne smiled at the sign. As she thought about all the times she had had with all her friends. “Here goes,” Simonne whispered to herself. The young girl walked over to her two best friends with a tear in her eye that she was trying so hard to hold back and spoke, “I’ll miss you both with every ounce of my heart.” She had never had to tell someone that ever in her entire life.

Simonne had one more person to say goodbye to. That was her father. She couldn’t help but let the tears fall like water off a waterfall. Her father was standing by the door to the outside world. Deliberately taking her time to look at everyone one last time she made it to the door and her father. “Thank you for everything. You have taught me so much about myself. I’m so grateful. I’ll be back to take care of you after school is over.” Simonne whispered in her fathers ear as they hugged. Simonne opened the door; light from the sun shined on her as she turn and waved to her beloved friends and father. “So long.” were the last words she uttered before she left them.

Your personality should have been in paragraph form. But since you explained the words you used I will accept it.

Must be Sournois

[cappie]

First Name:

Nicholas

Last Name:

Capri

Age:

18 years young

Appearance:

Nicholas Capri

History:

Nicholas-Angel Capri was the last of seven children, three boys, including him, and four girls, to the happy couple of Maximilian and Hilary Capri. Born on a beautiful Valentine's Day morning in Camden, New Jersey, his parents couldn't feel more blessed. Not long before his birth, their first daughter, Angelica, died in a terrible car accident, hence Nicholas' middle name. They chose it as a variation of Angelica's name and a good way to remember her, although, this didn't seem like a good idea to everyone.

The Capris had seven children: Angelica, Veronica, Nathaniel, Daniella, Victoria, Harrison and finally Nicholas. With Angelica's tragic passing, Veronica, whom Nicholas affectionately called Ronnie, became the oldest of the Capri children and found herself looking out for her other five younger siblings. Being so young, Nicholas could never understand why everyone could be so overprotective with him and then, every now and again, they wouldn't speak to him for the longest time. Considering he was a little child, how was he supposed to understand he had Angelica's eyes?

Growing up, everyone started to accept him and started to let him get on with his own things. They spent every summer in Sea Isle City in New Jersey, Nicholas learning to surf at the age of five. Nicholas' mother, Hilary, wasn't all too happy with the fact that Nicholas' brothers, Nathaniel and Harrison, and one of his sisters, Daniella, had been the ones that taught him to do it either. She was just glad that her other two daughters, Veronica and Victoria, had chosen to stay away from surfing altogether.

The first two Capri children, two girls, went to the Salem Witches' Institute. The first son went to Durmstrang. The next two daughters were sent to Salem with the first two daughters. The next son was sent to Hogwarts. Finally, Nicholas, well he was sent to Beauxbatons. It seemed strange to send the daughters all to the same school and then scatter the boys around, but their parents thought it would be best to have the boys separated, considering the havoc they could cause and knowing that the girls got on rather well, despite the age gaps between them all.

When Nicholas turned eighteen, all of his siblings were already in their twenties. Angelica would have been twenty eight. She had been exactly ten years old than him, to the day precisely. Ronnie was twenty six and working at St. Mungo's Hospital, just like their mother, as a healer. Nate was twenty five and training to be a teacher at Durmstrang. Daniella was twenty three and was a trainee healer at St. Mungo's. Victoria was twenty one and was a trainee Auror with the Ministry of Magic. Harrison was twenty exactly and was already the head of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes.

All this meant that Nicholas had a lot to live up to and considering he was eighteen and still in school didn't bode well. It wasn't his fault that he loved to party as opposed to studying. That had been how his siblings had been and he knew that all too well. They had just found the right balance. He just seemed to be out to get himself all of the time. It didn't help coming from a family of werewolves either. So if he wasn't partying, he was probably in the Forest writhing in agony. He couldn't help it.

Personality:

»»party_time - is it really a guys fault if he choose to party with his friend instead of studying? Well, as according to Nicholas it's not. He loves to party and, more often than not, he does get himself into some situations he probably wouldn't normally put himself in, but it's all for the entertainment of others.

»»class_clown - Nicholas loves being the center of attention and is frequently putting himself there through making himself do stupid things. With a naturally broad spectrum of humor under his belt, Nicholas seems capable of getting away with a lot of stupid stuff.

»»overly_friendly - with the partying and being the joker, Nicholas loves to hook up with any hot girl he can get his hands on. Yeah, it's not that good for his reputation, but that's the sort of guy he is. It just comes along with the party vibes in his personality.

»»underlying_intelligence - despite all the parties and the obvious overuse of alcohol, Nicholas is actually quite clever and is sometimes found saying something quite profound when people least expect it, leaving a lot of people quite stunned, especially when he shows how fluent his Latin is.

»»hidden_feelings - Nicholas has a hard time expressing himself if he's not under the influence of alcohol and finds himself not being believed a lot of the time due to the fact he jokes around so much. He often keeps his feelings to himself because of this, which isn't all too healthy.

»»deceptive_charm - despite his obnoxious behavior, quite a lot of people find it difficult to draw themselves away from him once he turns on the charm. He knows exactly how to use it and how to render someone powerless with it. It's just the way he can be and he grew up watching his brothers do it on their Sea Isle City visits.

»»internal_issues - growing up, Nicholas was always put under the shadow of his other siblings, oddly enough, more than the others, his dead older sister, Angelica. At first, he never understood that, but after seeing pictures of her and getting his family to talk about her, he understood. He just doesn't know how to change that.

»»some_athlete - with the summer visits to Sea Isle City, Nicholas quickly picked up all the surfing skills he would ever need and adapted some of his own. Back home, he would often play football with his brothers, finding himself to be pretty good at that as well.

»»dab_hand - once his parents bought him his wand, it was very apparent that he would be very good at magic. They must have been very disappointed when he chose drink over magic at school. He's getting better now though, picking up his wand again and actually practicing and going to class.

Sample RP:

The party was still buzzing on around him, despite the late hour, and this made him smile broadly. It was 2am. The party had officially kicked off at 7pm, the odd few having a pre-party party from around 4pm that afternoon. It was great to know that some people still knew how to party back home. With the dawn approaching, he didn't see himself going to bed just yet. He looked down at himself. Somewhere along the way, he had lost his shirt, but, lifting his bright blue eyes, he found he had gained a cowboy hat.

He made his way past the random couples, dotted here and there, making out in a drunken stupor. He laughed as he moved across the large hall towards the open door. He could feel the cool early morning air before he had even reached the door. He put his hands on either side of the door frame and closed his eyes, feeling the air hitting his bare, slightly sweaty skin. It had been some party. He figured a lot of people would be knocking off soon, either because they wanted to sleep or because they wanted to use their beds not to sleep, so to speak.

Once again, Nicholas would be going home on his own. Well, he'd be going to Harrison's at least. He couldn't turn up on his parents' doorstep like this. Harrison had been at the party with him, so he, at least, understood what had gone on, even if the lightweight wouldn't remember it in the morning. Nicholas opened his eyes and turned around, feeling the air pressing against his skin this time as he scanned the hall, looking for Harrison. He had the house keys and he hoped to God he hadn't wandered off already.

That was went a small, red head girl approached him. "Hey, Nicholas," she greeted, smiling broadly up at him. He scowled down at her, remembering who she was. He rolled his head back and closed his eyes, moaning slightly. He had kissed this fiery, red head earlier and she had been trying to get to him ever since. Placing himself in the doorway had brought her to him once again. He had to say she wasn't bad, but the way she had been after one stupid kiss put him off a little. "Find my shirt," he ordered, dropping his head and opening his eyes and walking away.

"Sure thing, Nic," she said, running a hand down his back. He felt a shiver follow her hand down his spine, causing him to stop briefly and close his eyes again. So, maybe, he wasn't going to be going home alone if she found his shirt before he and Harrison and whoever Harrison had pulled left. He sighed as he scanned the room for his brother. Looking for Harrison's white blond hair and the red shirt he had been wearing earlier, Nicholas spotted him, wrapped around a girl over in one corner of the room, Harrison with his back to the room.

Approaching him and looking over his shoulder easily, Nicholas saw the girl Harrison was with and was quite impressed. She was a pretty young thing with dark hair. Go Harrison, he thought, approaching him cautiously and reaching out to tap him on the shoulder. "Come on, H," he began, looking out for the girl from before. "We need to go," he finished, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets. Unlike Harrison, Nicholas was pretty tall and sort of semi built. Harrison was a lot shorter and skinnier, which meant the girl he was with was shorter still.

Harrison pulled himself away from the girl to turn and face Nicholas now. He smirked. "All on your own again, Nicholas?" he questioned, causing the girl with him to giggle. "Samantha, I would like you to meet my baby brother, Nicholas Angel," he introduced. The girl, whom Harrison had called Samantha, scowled at Harrison and then looked up at Nicholas. "He's your baby brother?" she questioned. Harrison was about to speak up, but he stopped smirking again at something behind Nicholas and before long, Nicholas knew was it was too.

"You were looking for this?" he heard a gentle voice question. He looked down to his side to see the red head again, holding out his shirt that he had been wearing when he arrived at the party. Alex, that was her name, he remembered now. He felt himself smiling broadly down at her. "Yeah, thanks," he replied, taking the shirt from her, to pull it through his belt on his jeans, so he knew he wouldn't lose it again. He turned back to Harrison and Samantha. "You were saying?" he questioned coyly, taking Alex's hand and swiveling on his heel to walk away.

"Come on, H," he called back as he heard his brother grab hold of Samantha again. "You can carry that on when we get home," he continued, squeezing Alex's hand briefly. He lifted a hand to run it over his slightly sweaty forehead, tucking his hair slightly into the cowboy hat he had mysteriously got from no where. Well, at least it was a nice souvenir. You couldn't go wrong with a black cowboy hat really. Saying the occasional bye to those people who were still paying attention, he walked out of the door, still holding Alex's hand. Oh, he definitely wasn't sleeping tonight.

Must be Rouerie

[brandelle]

First Name:

Brandelle "Brandi" Lee

Last Name:

Crow

Age:

Sixteen

Appearance:

Hair Brandelle likes to keep her hair unique and much like those emo and scene girls. Her hair is black and has layers. Since Brandelle likes to keep her hair in a unique style she would usually highlight her hair blonde and the next day pink, just for a change.

Face Brandelle's face is round-like and her nose is sharp and fits her face. Her eyes are greenish-aqua and kinda big, but fits her face. Brandi's cheeks are usually blushed with light red or pink powder. Her cheek bones are kind of high and her lips are a little wide. Though Brandelle never put too much make-up on, but instead she likes to put light colored make-up.

Body and Style Brandelle's body shape is like an hourglass almost. She isn't skinny nor fat. Her weight is 110 lbs and her height is about 5'5". Brandelle's style is emo/punk. She like's to dress in light colors mostly, but if she's going for a dark vibe, when dressing up then the color's she would chose would be blue, green or black. Though as normal Brandelle Luke's to keep her style unique and fresh.

History:

Brandelle Lee Crow grew up in Russia and was born there January 5th, 1992. Her parents are Layla Ember Crow and Leonard George Crow, they are both wizards Layla is Elven blood and Leonard is Half blood. Brandelle first grew up in a small house in the suburbs of Russia. Times were hard then financial wise and health wise. Brandelle and her parents chose to live in the Muggle world, because it was more safer though the money was hard to get and handle. Aside from financial problems, Brandelle's health problem was worsening. Brandelle was born with one hole in her heart and it was a tough time for Brandelle and her parents. Her parents had traveled doctor to doctor, spend thousands of dollars and even had to move from one place to another. And finally their last stop was London, and Brandelle was sent to a heart specialist and was treated for three months in the hospital.

After three months pratically living in the hospital, Brandelle was finally treated and cured though as you know it wasn't easy. When Brandi turned fifteen, she finally had her first boyfriend. And as you know her parents had check if the boy was capable of being there for Brandi everywhere and anytime. David, Brandelle's boyfriend is a Muggle and it wasn't different to Brandi to have a Muggle boyfriend because, she was used to being around Muggles. Then after two weeks of dating David, Brandi and her parents had a serious and long talk about marriage and what-not. Brandi's parents mentioned the kind of boy they wanted her to marry, only a wizard of Elven blood. After her parents announced that, Brandi was raging angry. She asked questions on why she has to marry who they want her to marry and why not she couldn't marry a Muggle, Half blood or any other type of wizard. Though her parents just left it at that and didn't explain anymore.

Brandelle was so fed up that she left and went to her Muggle aunt's house, who is also her dad's sister. When Brandelle left her parent's house David suddenly called her and mentioned that they should break-up. Brandi didn't know why and after asking a lot of questions, all he said was because I think we should break-up. Brandelle didn't have time to deal with David and just carried off towards her aunt's house. When she arrived there she sat down and had dinner with her aunt and discussed what her parents had told her. And as her aunt was giving her a lecture about how your parents are always right and that you should have your own choices, Brandelle spotted a small diary that read Amy Crow, my Elven blood life. She then asked her aunt if she could see the book and when she agreed, Brandelle searched the pages and saw nothing but pictures of someone that looked like her. Brandelle then asked who's this and her aunt answered your twin. Brandelle was amazed, confused and surprised. How? Why? But? Where? Those were the questions that she asked her aunt, but all her aunt said was, that's your twin. And this made Brandelle forget about everything, her break-up and the argument between her and her parents. Who is my sister? Why haven't I met her? Where is she now? That was the only thing going through Brandelle's mind that whole moment.

Personality:

Spunky and Unique Aside from keeping things simple, Brandelle like's her style to be fun and unique. And to match her unique style she has a spunky, bubbly and fun personality to go with it. In her Muggle school she had a lot of friends and was the popular "emo" girl, even though she didn't act like an emo. Everyone liked her fun personality and some even took advantage of that. Like when one of the usually rich and popular girl came and made fun of Brandelle for acting as if she was one of those emo girls, Brandelle showed her attitude and made that girl know who's boss.

Attitude and Stubborn Brandelle's attitude usually comes and go's but when she has to deal with people she doesn't like, then her attitude always stay's when she deals with them. But when Brandelle has a attitude she's usually trying to stand up for herself or for someone else. Beside's Brandelle's attitude her stubborness can't take her far. When she had an argument about who she should marry when she's older, Brandelle refused and didn't allow her parents to chose who she should marry. Mostly in those situations her stubborness would show up.

Creative and Unique As you know Brandelle loves to create her own styles and be unique. Such as creating music, poetry, even outifts. Music is also one permanent thing that will only stay in Brandelle's life and is something that will help her, too. Brandelle also loves to read and is quite the bookworm, but you can never tell that she is one. Which makes Brandelle also unique in her own way.

Sample RP:

Two days had passed after Brandelle found out that she has a twin sister. Her twin looks much like her and is Elven on top of that. It was also a rainy and confusing day, when she was awoken by the raging alarm clock. "UGH!" said Brandi as she stopped the alarm and jumped out of the bed and headed down stairs. She then walked into her kitchen to await breakfast. And when breakfast was served it was quiet and awkward. "Mom. Dad. Can I go to see Aunt Stella?" said Brandelle breaking the awkward silence.

She looked at her parents and saw that their mouths were both filled with food. And as they were chewing they both nodded their heads in agreement. After the quiet breakfast, Brandi headed out the door and three blocks to where Aunt Stella lived. "Hi." greeted Brandelle as she headed in her aunt's warm house. As Brandelle sat down Aunt Stella asked how she was doing, and all Brandelle said was, "Fine. Thanks." But Brandelle was really thinking of the weird book that was her so called twin's diary. "Um...can I see Amy's diary?" asked Brandelle as Aunt Stella nodded her head and handed to book over to Brandelle. When Brandi held the book at her grip she flipped through the pages searching for text when she could only see pictures. Then when Brandelle looked at the last page she found a small text that read:

"Must find Brandelle Lee Crow"

Then all that was in Brandelle's mind went blank. No questions. No answers.

Must be Rouerie

[dramaqueen]

First Name:Isabella (Bella, Belle, Bee)
Last Name:Dawson
Age:15

Appearance: click

History:Isabella had a very rough history as a child that never got easier as it went along. Her parents died when she was about 3 years old and she was sent to live with her cousin. She was lucky enough to have that, but when her cousin died when she was 5, she got sent to a foster home. By the time she was 10, she had no idea she was a witch. Luckily, she looked through some of her mothers old things and made a descision to attend Hogwarts. She got kicked out of hogwarts for taking the blame for one of her friends, and is just transfered to Beauxbatons.
Personality: Isabella is very angry on the inside, but always acts kind and friendly on the outside. Shes working on becoming nicer, but its hard for her. No matter what, she loves talking, and just wont shut up. Shes smart but rarely shows up to her classes. Some peoiple really hate her, especially girls, because she is so comfortable around guys. Even if it looks like shes flirting, she probably is just hanging out. She will give them a hug or a kiss on the cheek and most girls get mad at her, but she is totally clueless to that. She also obsesses with music
Sample RP:Isabella walked around, looking for somebody to talk to. She saw a lot of people actually, but nobody who took her interest, so she just decided to go to her room. As she slowly walked, she started singing the lyrics to a song she wrote and then laughed, She definitely had a lot of work to do. It was so awkward being in this school though, everybody seemed to know eachother, and as a recently transfered student, she knew nobody. Nobody knew her though, she could be anyone. At hogwarts, she was the popular girl who everyone talked about behind her back. She obviously knew about the gossip though. MAybe he would be nicer here. Or at least not say things as ean as she used to say, and definitly not spread rumors. this might actually be fun

Your application is hard to read. Please don't bold the entire thing. Also your display name needs to match the name in your application. After you fix those I will read your application.

[waynethomas]

First Name:

xJulianx

Last Name:

xGiovannix

Age:

16

Appearance:

xx

xJulian has brown hair with natural golden highlights extending down to his neck. His eyes are a shiny blue colour and he has a fair complexion.x

xHe is quite tall and slim, and has big hands and feet.x

History:

xJulian was born to a wizard father and a muggle mother in 1992, in Italy. At the age of seven his father Hugo got a job working for the French Ministry of Magic, and the Giovanni family moved to France. Julian and his two sisters attended the local junior school whilst his mother Maria earned money by playing the guitar in the street. Julian occasionally helped her, and gradually learnt to play guitar too.x

xWhen they became of age, his sisters went to Hogwarts and Julian learnt that his father was indeed a wizard. When they had saved up enough money, he sent his only son off to Beauxbatons School.x

Personality:

xAs Julian’s family were quite poor during his upbringing, he is naturally quite caring and always appreciates gifts. He has a good sense of humour and enjoys being around other people. Despite being homosexual, he enjoys the company of women, and has more female friends than male. He is reasonably clever and always studies hard.x

Sample RP:

xJulian stretched his legs out of the cramped single bed and rubbed his sleepy eyes awake. He slid his skinny size eleven feet into the slippers resting on the cold stone floor and padded over to the window. The other boys in his dormitory appeared to be still asleep, and no wonder! It was only five in the morning, but as he pushed back the navy blue silk curtains a ray of sunlight entered the room, bouncing off the snow covered ground outside.

xIt was Christmas Day, and as Julian pulled on a woollen jumper and corduroy trousers, his stomach rumbled. Not loud enough for anyone else to hear it, but a sign that he couldn’t wait to get down to the feast and tuck into the delicious food that had been prepared for them.x

xHe crossed the room to the white porcelain sink and held his flannel underneath the stream of water emitted from the tap. Dabbing it softly on his face he wished that he could share this special day with his parents and sisters. He wondered what they were doing now.x

I think a bit more info should be added to the History and Personality sections.

[xzanderarnt]

First Name:Xzander
Last Name:Arnt
Age:16
Appearance:Zander has curly brown hair. He has a brown birthmark on his face. He is kind and hansome looking.
History:Xzander is of German descent, and his parents have recently uprooted him to London, due to his father acquiring a position in the Ministry. Both his father, Ulrich, and his mother, Adalinda, graduated from The Durmstrang Institute, and Xzander has spent his first four years attending the school. Upon being told they were moving to London and that he would have to attend Hogwarts, Xzander set fire to the kitchen and killed every single plant on the estate, including the lawn, in a fit of rage.

Their surname ‘von arnt’, literally translates to ‘of sin’, which his fathers offers up as proof of their loyalty to the Dark Lord, although neither of her parents are Death Eaters. With both parents of pureblood descent, Xzander was raised in an inherently cold household, resulting in her strong sense of independence. While his father has pushed him to study the Dark Arts, his mother has little to do with him and prefers to spend her days purchasing ridiculously expensive items, merely for the sake of having them. Xzander has little to do with her parents when at school and even less when he’s home, preferring to keep herself locked away in her wing of their manor. While his mother is particularly fond of this arrangement, his father is mildly hurt by his apathetic approach to the family.

As is true in most pureblood families, neither his maternal nor paternal lines are entirely clean. His mother had a younger brother who was a squib, though no one in the family has heard from him in years. He was immediately dropped off at a muggle orphanage and cut out of the family tree, never to be heard from again.

Personality:He‘s harworking but not so loyal, he‘s sneaky and sly, a great actor in real life and could lie about anything to anyone. He really isn't a bad person although he seemes to be the other way around. He's really ambitious and resourcefulness. He's a person that you don't want to get up against. He's proud of being a pure blood but doesn't brag about it.

Sample RP:Zander was in his dream world again, walking around the school in a daze. All of the sudden, a Gryffindor student bumped into him.

“Watch where you’re going! You stupid Git!” cried the student, brushing off her robes and glaring at her, “Typical Slytherin, not a witch or wizard alive that went bad that wasn’t in Slytherin! Just look at You-Know-Who!” She cried to her friends.

Zander blinked out of his daze, staring at the girl, “What?” he asked, a smirk appearing on his face, “You mean, Lord Voldemort?”

The girls gasped like he used the F-word, “Y-you can’t say his name!” squealed the girls.

Zander only smirked harder, “Oh yah? Watch me!” he took a deep breath, before screaming at the top of his lungs, “LORD VOLDEMORT!!!” repeatedly, again and again.

The preppy girls gasped in horror, held their ears, and sprinted down the hallway. Xzander only grinned, laughing slightly, “It’s just a name.” he sighed shaking his head, “Typical Gryffindor.”

This application seems to be for a Hogwarts school. We're a Beauxbatons school. Also please use spellcheck.

[nyuri yang ♥]

First Name:
Takuya Andrii
Last Name:
Kissin
Age:
17
Appearance:
Clicky!

History:
”It is 22nd September. The place is Ito, in Japan. Mizuki Yoshida is extremely exhausted yet happy after giving birth to a healthy baby boy whom she named Takuya. The boy’s father, Nikolai Kissin, stands next to his wife, just staring at the baby, having no emotions on his face. After giving a sudden kiss to her, he snaps something in Russian before a few soldiers already rushes inside the room. Nikolai takes the baby in his arms and leaves the room until already hearing a gun shot from the room. Takuya Andrii was born in 22nd September. The same day his mother was killed. And the same day when he got new mother.”

Even though Taku grew up without knowing his real mother, his step-mother took care of him; Beatrice Kissin, former Romano. She was young beautiful Italian girl whom had married Nikolai when she was only 17. Because his father was a playboy, Takuya doesn’t even want to know how many siblings he might have. Of course he knows a few of his siblings, but definitely not all of them. Nikolai and Beatrice had five children of their own. And Nikolai has been married before Mizuki as well, meaning that the boy really might have a bunch of sisters and brothers.

Takuya’s father owns a huge company which why their family is very rich. Therefore, Taku has had a good education, plus his father is planning to make him inherit the company. Their whole family is pure-bloods except Taku, whom is half-demon since his mother was a demon. They found it out later on though when Taku’s eyes turned red at times. Still, he at least doesn’t have muggle blood in him; Nikolai hates muggle born more than anything. Therefore Takuya has gotten the same attitude; no to muggles.

Because of Nikolai’s business, Takuya travelled a lot with him. The other kids mostly stayed at home, only because Nikolai wanted Taku to get to know business life better and learn about the company stuff that way. Therefore he never really had a place what he would call home. Though, after moving to France, they bought a huge mansion which resides in the country, Taku stayed there bit over a year, so he learned to say to people that it is his home. For now at least.

Now that the boy has succeed with his muggle studies (which he did by home schooling since his father didn’t want him to go to muggle school), Nikolai wanted to send him to Wizardry school which why he chose Beauxbatons of course. Takuya wasn’t really fond of the idea, but in the other hand he wanted to learn magic more which why he decided to at least go take a look what kind of school life they live in here.

Personality:
You could say that Takuya is rather arrogant person and most of the times quite full of himself. He’s bit bossy and seriously don’t want to get ordered around. Sometimes he really does believe that he’s better than others, and he also doesn’t give up that easily. He kind of has lots of mood swings at times, but for his own benefit, he’s pretty good at hiding his emotions. He can quite easily act all happy and stuff, even when he actually would be sad or angry. He can be rude and mean to ANYONE he just wants to and doesn’t really care about others opinions. Also, he despises muggle-born quite a lot and doesn’t want to have anything to do with them. Sounds like a bad guy, doesn’t he?

To be truthful, he has something good in him as well. He’s extremely loyal to his friends and stands besides them no matter what. He’s also bit overprotective. And it is easy to make friends with him. At least usually it is easy, though it is even easier to become his enemy. He also thinks before he acts and is quite good at thinking up plans if needed. If you get really close to him, he’s rather sweet and kind, but THAT’s quite rare thing to see.

Takuya isn’t that good with magic. That is because his father has made him to concentrate more on his muggle studies and stuff. He’s not afraid to show his weaknesses though, because “everyone has them”. And he isn’t even aiming to get A’s from every single class; he just wants to learn the basics of magic.

Sample RP:

First night in a new school is always a pain in the ass. At least to most people. Takuya Kissin was no different. The half-Japanese and half-Russian boy sat on the edge of the window in his new dorm, quietly just staring out of the window at the dark grounds. For now he had not gotten any allies (yes, not using the word “friend”), but that was not such a big surprise to him. After all he had walked through the school’s gates just a few hours ago. He had to admit that so far the school had been rather interesting. The professor seemed cool, LOTS of different kind of students and beautiful grounds. He especially loved the lake. Something always made him draw near to water. Even now, after he had stared the lake long enough, he finally stood up and quietly left from his dorm, towards outdoors.

The corridors were all empty, dark and rather cold. That wasn’t bothering really. It just made him wonder if it would be a lot colder outside or not, since he hadn’t taken his jacket with him. On top of that, he’d be all alone. He didn’t have a pet yet of course, though he was going to look for one the next day, so that there would be at least someone to keep him company. But for now, he would be totally alone. No one to chat with. The thought of that made him smirk slightly as he stepped outside, taking a deep breath of the cool night air into his lungs. Yes, it definitely was rather chilly in there and he started to regret for not getting his jacket with him. Well, too late now. He might get used to the coldness soon anyway.

After walking through the grounds, he finally saw the lake which he had earlier noticed from his window. With quiet steps he walked over to it and crouched down, letting his finger tips stroke the surface; it was rather warm. He arched his brow as he wondered how come the water was so warm before he already let out a soft sigh, stood up and walked over the tree which was a few feet away. Calmly he turned his back to it, starting to lean against it and just quietly gazing at the lake without letting out a single sound. Taku definitely didn’t feel sleepy yet which why it was probably a good idea to stay there for awhile until he’d get enough bored. If he ever did. After all, he really had a lot to think about. Plans to make. So that he’d be able to make sure he’d feel comfortable in Beauxbaton’s Academy.

The only big thing I'm worried about here, is your wording. I think you need to read it out loud, and if it doesn't sound right, try to fix it. For example, I don't think there is a country named French. I think that you mean France. You also have quite a few fragment sentences and make sure to use the right tense of the verb. So I want you to really look at those kind of things. Onto other stuff, I thought that he and his father hated muggleborns? Why would his father want him to concentrate on muggle studies?

I fixed some mistakes.
Sorry about that ^^;;
-is ashamed about the French/France one-
Might have still those tense of the verb mistakes there...
Not my best area. :/

And it's for the company. It's a muggle company, not a magical one. It makes money well, so therefore Nikolai tries to bare with muggles in that kind of situations.

Must be Sournois

[basia]

[/b] Sebastian [but she goes by Basia].

{ last name } Knoll.

{ age } Seventeen.

{ appearance } As a metamorphmagus, Basia's appearance changes every once in a while, but usually she favors a face like her natural one--pale and round, with ice blue eyes and white-blonde hair. Always a rebel, she usually puts in a chunk or two of any color [usually a pink of some sort]. As for her stature, she's on the short side. Though she's thin, the impression that she gives off is soft--she's only slightly curvy and her stomach is flat but she's not chiseled or particularly muscled. Because of that, she looks excessively fun to hug. In fact, if it weren't for her attitude she'd be everyone's stuffed animal--as it is, she's just the girl everyone wants as their stuffed animal. It's not particularly sexy, but that's the body she was given. If she wanted to be a lean, mean sex machine she'd have herself that way in a second--but she likes what she is and so she doesn't.

{ history } Once upon a time, in a faraway city called Paris, a little girl was born to two loving parents. Unfortunately, they were expecting a boy, and had a name picked out--an homage to the baby's Muggle maternal grandfather Sebastian, who had recently passed away. When the little girl came out, kicking and screaming and obviously adorned with unexpected girly parts, her parents had a conference and decided to name her Sebastian anyway, because it sounded so good with their surname and the baby really did have her grandfather's eyes. Within the next few days, however, the baby Sebastian changed her grandfather's eyes into the eyes of a cat, or a dog, or a fairy princess she saw in a storybook. Her parents were thrilled; there hadn't been a Metamorphmagus in the family in several generations.

Years passed, and little baby Sebastian grew up smothered with love and sunshine. Still, even as a child she was strange--different. She was extremely intelligent and oddly mature for her age, but she didn't seem to lack the whimsy of a very young child. Her parents, a Healer and a professor, were proud and slightly worried as they observed their little baby. Still, they loved her, and she was the angel of the community--beautiful and bright.

The years continued to roll by, swelling and ebbing and flowing as only time does, and little Sebastian grew into a full-fledged child; her babyhood was behind her. She became more aware--aware of how the children teased her masculine name behind her back, aware of how she was smothered by not only her parents but all adults for being the perfect child. She disliked it and, with the logic of a child, decided to change it.

Her first act of rebellion was the name change. Basia was a variant on Sebastian, but it had a feminine overture, and so the girl refused to answer to anything else. After that, she started changing her appearance, making her hair color wild enough to displease her parents. Every once in a while she would change completely, so her parents, babysitters, and friends didn't recognize her--just to switch things up. She stopped doing her chores and started pulling pranks on her uptight parents. They were frustrated but still kind to their beloved daughter, and when they sent her to Beauxbatons it was with great sadness but also [though they'd never admit it] the tiniest amount of relief.

{ personality } Basia's not an orphan. She's not secretly a princess; she's not a faerie or a veela or a mermaid or even a pure-blooded witch. Basia is simply Basia; a witch who can turn a phrase and sometimes change her nose into a beak. On paper, she's not really anything special.

But when you get to know her, she's an entity entirely unto herself. She's unexpected, rebellious but smart; wickedly sarcastic but sometimes maternal. She's highly creative in fashion, art, music, and even her classes [to mixed results]. No one seems to think quite like Basia does. She's strange, too, but not pointlessly so. She's easily intrigued, easily distracted, easily put off; easily liked and easily trusted but hard to keep up with. She loves color and light, eclecticism and things mismatched; she hates beige and any variants, a lack of music, when things don't work.

To say that Basia is irresponsible would be an understatement. It's not that she's stupid or insolent; she just has a million things on her mind all the time, and nothing really sticks for too long unless it's someone she loves. She's also more than slightly mischievous, which is good for things like having fun and not so much for things like being in a position of responsibility.

{ sample }

[/i] the same; making the entire thing bigger but flatter; then, when that didn't work, making it smaller but pointier. She tried to make it slope upwards, then downwards, then bend slightly to the right. Nothing worked with her face. She frowned some more and wrinkled the newest nose [wide and pointy but with a very short bridge, all listing to the left] in distaste. Whatever nose she tried, no matter how she altered it, it looked awkward with the rest of her features.

Basia considered her reflection for a second and then let herself revert to her natural face. She really didn't look all that different; her face was a shade paler in the cheeks and her hair had much warmer lowlights, but other than that it was almost the same. Including the bumpy nose. Basia bit her lip, remembering how, when she was younger, she would experiment with her powers, changing her entire face at once and walking around as a completely different person. Part of her had loved that--being someone else for a day and then switching drastically for the next, keeping people constantly on their toes. It had forced her parents and friends to learn little mannerisms of hers, tics that couldn't be covered up by magic, so they could figure her out no matter who she looked like.

But a different, much larger part of Basia had hated the feeling of being in someone else's skin. No matter how she changed her features, no matter how her body had shifted and morphed into a picture in her mind, nothing seemed quite right; she was always just a bit uncomfortable, like she never knew if she'd walk down the street and see someone that looked exactly like whoever she was that day. That was why she'd gone back to her own look, with whatever imperfections there were--because, flawed or not, she felt completely secure in her own body. Basia regarded her own reflection again, subconsciously letting her hair and skin tone go back to the way they were before.

She kept the bump.[/size][/ul][/quote][/ul][/size]

Must be Cossu

[waynethomas]

<sup>First Name:

xJulianx

Last Name:

xGiovannix

Age:

16

Appearance:
xJulian has brown hair with natural golden highlights extending down to his neck. His eyes are a shiny blue colour and he has a fair complexion.x

xHe is quite tall and slim, and has big hands and feet.x

History:

xJulian was born to a wizard father and a muggle mother in 1992, in Italy. At the age of seven his father Hugo got a job working for the French Ministry of Magic, and the Giovanni family moved to France. Julian and his two sisters attended the local junior school whilst his mother Maria earned money by playing the guitar in the street. Julian occasionally helped her, and gradually learnt to play guitar too.x

xHowever disaster struck when Maria was tragically murdered in 2005, and Hugo was forced to quit his job to move to England. They became immigrants and lived off their social security money handed out by the British government. Neither of the three Giovanni children went to school as they were too poor, but were instead taught at home by their father. They learnt practical skills like cookery and needlework, and Hugo taught them all how to draw. Julian showed great talent in his artwork, even from an early age.x

xWhen they became of age, his sisters went to Hogwarts and Julian learnt that his father was indeed a wizard. When they had saved up enough money, he sent his only son off to Beauxbatons School.x

Personality:

xAs Julian’s family were quite poor during his upbringing, he is naturally quite caring and always appreciates gifts. He has a good sense of humour and enjoys being around other people. Despite being homosexual, he enjoys the company of women, and has more female friends than male. He is very amicable and always has the best of intention.x

xHe is reasonably clever and always studies hard. He is very creative, and enjoys dance, drama, creative writing and art. He is not so good at sporting activities. When faced with a problem he will always try to overcome it and thinks of himself as a natural born leader. However this causes his peers to sometimes view him as quite bossy.x

Sample RP:

xJulian stretched his legs out of the cramped single bed and rubbed his sleepy eyes awake. He slid his skinny size eleven feet into the slippers resting on the cold stone floor and padded over to the window. The other boys in his dormitory appeared to be still asleep, and no wonder! It was only five in the morning, but as he pushed back the navy blue silk curtains a ray of sunlight entered the room, bouncing off the snow covered ground outside.

xIt was Christmas Day, and as Julian pulled on a woollen jumper and corduroy trousers, his stomach rumbled. Not loud enough for anyone else to hear it, but a sign that he couldn’t wait to get down to the feast and tuck into the delicious food that had been prepared for them.x

xHe crossed the room to the white porcelain sink and held his flannel underneath the stream of water emitted from the tap. Dabbing it softly on his face he wished that he could share this special day with his parents and sisters. He wondered what they were doing now.x</sup>

Must be Cossu

[galateacaltha]

First Name:Amy
Last Name: Parr
Age: 16
Appearance:

History: Amy never knew her parents. She was raised by her foster mother Sarah. Sarah was best friends with Amy's mother. Amy was told that her mother had died in a car accident a year after she died and her father was never there. He left after he found out the Amy was on the way.

Amy had considered herself to have 3 siblings only because her Sarah was a mother of three children. Amy was not a neglected child for she recieved everything that Sarah's children did. But their was always something Amy felt like a part of her was missing. She learned a little of her passed from what Sarah had learned from being Amy's mother's best friend, but she never felt that that was enough.

Amy was deteremined to fine out who her father was. One day she found out that Sarah knew him all along. After begging for about 2 years, Sarah took her to her father. She learned the reason why he was always kept from him, and she was partly happy. She found out that her father never loved her mom and was only with her for all of the benefits he was getting out of it. And at the first hear of her pregnacy, he left. He was now an old junkie with no type of family besides all the kids it was said that he had also abandoned.

After this, Amy no longer was deteremined to find out anything about her family's history. Everytime Sarah brought up the word family or anything about her mother, Amy would walk away. It got to a point where at the age of 13, Amy ran away. She was tired of pretending she was apart of a family when she really had nobody.

The last words she heard from Sarah's mouth before she ran away was "Wait, I think you should know something before you go..." But Amy never turned around to find out what it was.

Ever since, Amy hads been one her own and in all trying to find herself. One day, while looking from an apartment, she met a lady who was to be her real estate agent. She began best friends and then room mates with this lady. Her name was Mariah. Amy felt something strange when she was around Mariah. Like she had known her all her life. Then one day it happened. Mariah announced that she Amy's mother.

All long Amy believes she knew it but she didn't bother testing it for she was told her mother was long gone. Once the news processed in Amy's head, she ran away. The first number she called was Sarah. It had been 3 years since Sarah had last heard from Amy. Amy didn't give her a chance to speak, becuase she was too busy yelling at her for not telling her the truth about her mom. How she had been alive all this time and she left because she couldn't take the stress of being a single teenage mother. All Sarah was able to say was sorry before Amy hung up the fone.

Amy has never spoken to her mother or Sarah since.
Personality: Amy is the type thats turst no one. She has lived a hard life where she was lied to all thoughout it. Her trust is a very hard thing to earn. Amy is also missunderstood. Most poeple think that she is mean or wierd or scary. But in actuallity, Amy is a very fun and out going person and can't wait for something new to come around.

Sample RP: As she walked, Amy realized this would be one thing she probably couldn't get over. She didn't know how she could trust anymore. How could this be. Her mother never being died. The lady raising her always knew. This was like the biggest betryal that she could ever think of.

Damn. How could I have been so stupid. How couldn't I have seen this coming? Amy asked herself believing that she was the reason that all this was happening to her. She actually convienced herself that her mother left her becuase she waas worthy of having a mother. But why did she come back? Why is she trying to fix thngs and be here for me now? Amy was so confused. Just then she realized that she was walking no where. She had no where to go, and no real family to turn to.

Amy headed back to the apartment where her and her "mother" lived. She was praying that her mother wasn't there when she got there. Of course she was. Amy had the worst luck ever. She hadn't even know what she prayed for.

Once Amy got into the house, Mariah was sitting right there on the coach. "Great" Amy said walking past her mother and going into her room. Mariah shouts back, "You are going to have to speak to me sometime" Amy ignores this comment and slams her room door. Amy lays across her head and thinks about what she should do. She had never considered never talking to Mariah again, but now that Mariah had mentioned it, it seemed like a very good idea.

Amy was deteremined not to be the one who talks first. She deserved an explaination so she shouldn't have to go asking questions. Just as these thoughts passed through her head, Mariah came walking through her door. Amy looked up at Mariah and seen that she was about to say something but Amy couldn't control herself. She shouted out "How could you have just abandoned me like that! And now you've come back to patch things up?! Do you really think that that is going to work?! Damn!" She calmed down and began to cry. Mariah walked towards her and tried to console her. Amy looked up into Mariah's face and said "I've always dreamt of a day when I would get to met you. A part of me always hoped you was still alive and that the docotrs only made a mistake. But i never pictured things to be like this. You know where i was and you never came for me. Why?"

Tears feel apon Mariah's shirt and Mariah couldn't thik of anything to say for Amy was right. All she said was "I know now that you don't understand but one day you will and I hope you can forgive me". Mariah walked out the room and took some of her things and stay at a new by hotel leaving Amy to think some more.

Amy was so confused and didn't know whether she should forgiver her mom and move on or if she should never speak to her again. But in al truth, Amy was glad to know she had finally met her.

Must be Rouerie

[thenameistracy]

First Name: kristy
Last Name: vander
Age: fifteen
Appearance:
History:

kristy gabrielle vander was born to darcy and brian vander on march 27, 2008. both of her parents were magical so her family had a pure blood line. when she was old enough to realize, she found out that had an older brother name nate vander.

while kristy was in her first year nate was in his second so he would always be one year ahead of her and he would always get the attention when kristy was growing up. when kristy reached her fourth year she had gotten really nervous. her next year would be her fifth year, meaning the her o.w.l's would be coming up. kristy tried to ignore that fact and enjoy the rest of her fourth year.

during kristy's summer before her fifth year something very tragic happened. her uncle had died. some people said there was poison in his drink. kristy never found out because her parents would let her know or tell her. that had effected kristy's summer a lot. for about two weeks her family had been crying at night. finally, during August, everybody stopped crying and had gotten over it. even though kristy had shown no affection by her uncles death, she was really depressed about it.

Personality:

kristy isn't like every other teenage which. for one thing, she loves to do muggle stuff. she likes to skateboard, surf, and act. even though it is a muggle and wizard activite, she loves to sing. one day she hopes to become a famous singer or actress.

kristy absolutely loves playing quidditch. her brother, brian usually plays seeker. kristy is great at being a keeper. sometimes her parents expect her to be a pink-loving girly girl but she's the exact opposite. kristy hates pink, she isn't afraid to get down and dirty, plus she likes challenging brian to duels. besides all that, kristy tries to be a really nice girl.

you may think kristy is perfect, but she's not. she has flaws like everybody else. for one thing, kristy gets easily mad so she insults people under her breath. also, kristy bites her nails so there usually short. because kristy is a pure blood doesn't mean she goes all crazy about destroying muggle borns and half bloods. she hates when people think that about her.

Sample RP:

it was the first visit to hogsmeade this year. all of her friends insisted on going to three broomstick but kristy wanted to go to honeydukes. so she was walking down to read, by herself in the cold. when kristy entered honeydukes she felt blazing hot. many people were inside it looked like people were eating exploding bon-bons. when kristy entered the store she had to unwrap her scarf and take off her cloak.

before kristy left for hogwarts her parents gave her 100 galleons.
this is a reason why she didn't want to go to the three broomsticks, she promised her parents she's buy candy for amber. kristy asked what would she do with the rest of the money and her parents said she could keep it. now, kristy was at honeydukes, ready to get sugar high.

first kristy grabbed two boxes of bertie bot's every flavored beans, four sugar quills, and 2 chocolate frogs. she looked around the room to look for the check out counter. after kristy paid for amber's candy kristy started looking candy for her. she grabbed everything she saw. chocolate fogs, bertie bot's every flavor beans, ice mice, fizzing whizbees, drooble's best blowing gum, exploding bon-bons, licorice wands, pepper ims, sugar quills, and tooth flossing stringmints.

after kristy paid for her candy she opened her box of every flavored beans. kristy popped a bean into her mouth. it was marshmallow. after her marshmallow bean she ate another that tasted like earwax. "eww," kristy said. "that's disgustin." after that kristy unwrapped a chocolate frog. as soon as she unwrapped it it jumped out of the window behind her. when it jumped out of the wrapper it shocked kristy so much she dropped everything she had bought. kristy felt her checks turn light pink. she immediately picked up her candy. when she bent down she already saw some help her. "thanks." kristy said.

It may be a fad, but you have to show me you know what capital letters are, please. Second, if both her parents are "magical" that does not mean she is a pureblood. Are they both purebloods? Because then she would be a pureblood. Remember that she will be a First Year, even if she's 15. Lastly, you mention she's depressed about her uncle's death. Please do play that out in her personality when you RP on the board. Explain in the personality section how she acts depressed. How is it expressed in her actions? Is it affecting her relationship with any family members? Isn't she scared that his drink may have been poisoned (whether she was told the truth or not!)? Has this possible fear hindered any relationship with the family members, if some are suspected? You really have to show me you've thought this through.