Sorting (Term Ten)

[bradleywoodhall]

First Name:Bradley
Last Name:Woodhall
Age: 16
Blood: Half-blood/Elven-blood (Mom's a muggle, great great grandmother was elf on Dads side)
Appearance: Large, muscular, Brown hair and eyes, about 6'2

History: Born in Arizona, US and first attended Brawlings School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at age 9 (different age requirements in US) Family moved to Great Britain at age 11 due to a job opportunity for his father. An Auror. Then attended Hogwarts, sorted into Hufflepuff house. Progressed well throughout school especially in transfiguration. He was influenced by his older brothers who took on Fox and Hawk. It was a way to have something in common with his rarely seen brothers. At age of 15 registered as legal animagus whose form took on a Badger. Shortly after registering as animagus moved to France, due to another job opportunity.
Personality: Likes to have his personal time but also enjoys being in small groups of friends. Is known to goof off every once in a while but doesn't cause trouble. Sometimes open-minded to people's ideas but likes to use his if possible. HAs a hard time causing pain and harm to others. Always willing to lend a helping hand to someone or something in need. Loves to be around his siblings Not many opportunities arise to be with all of them, because his two older brothers live in Alaska. However his younger sister and baby brother live with himself and parents.
Sample RP:Brad really couldn't stand muggle transportation, a slow and exhausting waist of time, as his family was on a boat from Britain to France. He preferred using the more easy methods of Floo powder or even brooms if he had the choice. His mom would not stand for it however. She never really like not being able to explain how she got somewhere.
Some muggles on the Boat took an annoying habit of staring at his pocket where he knew his wand was residing. They perhaps were wondering, 'Why is a teenager carrying around a stick?' He didn't care what they thought really. Its not likely he would ever see them again. But then again the stares where quite annoying. He quickly slipped into the animal holding part of the ship and then merrily transformed himself into his beloved animal, a badger. He scuttled out of the room and went to find some unsuspecting muggle children and knaw at their ankles, for sheer boredom.

You need to change your display name so that it goes with the name you've given in the application. Also, please add more to the history and personality (and check for spelling errors...you have a few). The elven great-great-grandmother...which side of the family was she on? What about the father? Why did he move to France? Any siblings?


Its still a little bare.

Must be Cossu

[mouseboy2]

First Name:

Freyr

Last Name:

Hvatralf

Age:

15

Appearance:

Freyr has a long, slender shape. He has dirty brown hair. His hair is short and fuzzy and he always has it spiked up in the front. His electric blue eyes are a perfect almond shape. He only wears glasses when he reads. He is muscular but not bulky. He has very chiseled features. He is approximately 5'9.

History:

Freyr's mother's name was Violet. She was the illegitimate child of Socrates, an ancient Greek philosopher. Violet's mother was peculiar in many ways. She was shorter than the rest of the children of Socrates. She also was more connected with animals and the forests and mountains. Violet's hair had always been long to cover her ears, her mother had made sure of that. Violet and her mother had pointed ears, they were elves.

Late one afternoon Violet, her mother, and Socrates went for a stroll. Violet's hair swayed with the wind and thats when Socrates noticed something peculiar, her ears were pointed. For awhile he kept it to himself until he had confirmed his suspicions, he had elves living in his house. He silently sent assassins to do a job. A day later Violet found her mother dead, and that was the last thing she would see inside Socrates' house. She put on the streets to die as all unwanted Greek children were.

Violet was a curious elf and being the way she was, Violet took off instead of being left there to die. She knew that she could not hold this up forever so she decided to go and join this friendly looking line. This "friendly" looking line turned out to be the worst choice possible. She was going to be sold as a slave. When she and the other slaves arrived at the market, Violet was the first to be bargained for. She was sold to a rich Corinthian horse breeder for 30 drachmas. When she arrived at her new home her owner immediately put her to work. Being the small toddler that she was, she was given only the simplest tasks such as feeding the horses.

Violet grew to like the horses and the horses her. Soon they nuzzled her every time she came to feed them. Soon she grew so close to them she was able to sneak a quick trot. You might ask how she was able to even get on the horse. Here is your answer. Being an earth elf she was able to climb a tree at her age. She practiced a lot because she knew it was the only logical way to get up on the horse. Soon Violet thought she was ready to try it. Unfortunately the day she decided to try it was when the master was taking his morning stroll. Heres an account from his journal which he wrought later that afternoon.

Dear Me,

I was taking my Sunday stroll as always and I was soon surprised to find my prize horse being ridden by that new slave that I bought on my monthly trip to Athens. I was outraged and hypnotized at the same time. Somehow this toddler was able to ride this horse perfectly. I told her that she was not to ride the horses unless she did something in turn for me. I knew exactly where she would be going, to the Olympics. This girl could make me a fortune!

Then it soon crossed me that she was a girl and the Olympics were boys only. So the hair will have to be changed, but other than that all is well for me for she has agreed for who would not want to ride a horse?

The hair cutting day soon came. Violet was as excited as her master. This could mean a whole new life for her. She could be as free as the wind, but that all went away with one look at her ears. She was kicked out of the house and sent, once again on her way. This time she wandered without getting caught. She found a place she was most at ease with, the forest. Violet soon found some people just like her in the forest. They had pointed ears and talents like hers. They taught her how to use her elf powers she left them after 1,900 years of training. She couldn't stay in one place forever.

Freyr's father was a pure blood wizard. He came from a long line of pure bloods that stretched back to what some people say was the beginning of wizardry. His family lived in Oslo, Norway but when he was 11 he was sent to Hogwarts to attend magic school. He worked all the time and studied hard to meet his families expectation which happened to be graduating at the top of his class. Finally, after 6 years of hard work Thor Hvatralf awaited his prize at the Graduation ceremony. His name was called and the headmaster was proud to announce that he was second in his class. Being embarrassed and disgraced in front of his family who had all achieved top of their class he ran to his dorm where he kept his broom and flew out of the Ravenclaw house room. He flew south towards France, anxious to get away from his school and parents. As he was flying over the English channel he spotted something that made his heart jump, concentration fail, and his broom to drop.

When Violet left her fellow elves they gave her a map of Europe so she could find her way to her new home. Violet was scanning her map of Europe in the forests dimmed light and the north-west corner were an island in the shape of a back wards C rested. It read ENGLAND.

Since she was in modern times she did not have to walk all that way to the English Channel, she could just hitch a ride, which isn't as easy as it sounds. A great disadvantage to Violet is the fact that she was so short, well not that short, but everyone thought she was a kid so it was hard, but eventually a yellow car came up and picked her up. The driver asked where she wanted to go. The cabbie laughed at her answer of England. He told her that he could only take her as far as the English Channel then she was on her own. She could work with that considering she had magic on her side.

After a long time she finally arrived at water. The cabbie asked her for money, Violet looked through her pockets of her green tunic. She only had five drachmas so she gave him one and she sprinted. She ran towards the water wondering how she could possibly get across. All she knew was that she needed to use her magic.

Thor Hvatralf had almost dove into the Channel. He pointed his broom up and soon he was back in the air, gazing at the beautiful lady looking at the water before her. He could offer her a ride, but he'd rather keep his distance until he knew if she was friend or foe. He watched her summon up the earth and move from a circle of earth to another across the Channel. The other circles disappeared after she went to the next one, leaving no trace of her ever being there. Little did Thor know that in eight years this would be his wife and the mother to his four children.

Freyr lived a happy life except for when he was four years old he lost his mother to the modern day plague, cancer. His family had never been the same since. They would always need her. Freyr had lost a part of himself when his mother had died, but that part of him was coming back to him slowly. Other than that Freyr had had a normal childhood. Full of magic and stories that his mother had once told him.

One morning on Freyr, Charles, and Milo's birthday three letters arrived by owl. They were triplets. The triplets were expecting this letter because two years ago their older brother Thor had gotten the same one. The boys had been accepted into Beauxbatons.

Personality:

Freyr is a hard worker and he loves to complete his goals, he gets that feeling of accomplishment. As a hard worker Freyr loves his space, you could call him a neat freak. He has to know where everything is. Freyr likes to talk, but first impressions aren't his best area. He is very nice and it takes a real mastermind to get him angry around friends, unless a betrayal of course. When with strangers he has a shorter fuse. It takes him awhile to completely trust someone, but once he knows you he is comfortable.

Freyr is not popular in the stereotypical sense, he is nice and funny and most everybody likes him but he doesn't see himself as a better person than anyone else. Freyr also is very loyal, he will do anything for someone he loves.

Freyr is also very charismatic. He has that feel hanging around him that is comforting and makes people feel safe. All though he is awkward around girls, they usually like him.

Freyr is never sarcastic and doesn't understand how sarcasm is funny to some people. He is also never a bystander he most always takes action in problems or arguments, for better or worse. Freyr is extremely trustworthy, once somebody says the previous phrase was a secret, his lips seal, and also you can tell him anything and he will understand and most usually think up a logical solution.

Sample RP:

It had been too long since Freyr had been at Beauxbatons. He missed it. And what made him miss it more was the fact that he was cooped up in a muggle classroom the rest of the year. The bell rang. It was sweet bliss to get out of those gray cubicles with metal chairs and tin tables, some other people thought it was quite spacey, but to Freyr, a wild earth elf, it was like a prison.

He skipped the bus and ran home to his Father and brothers who were all packing. Thor had finished and was helping his father start to pack Freyr. His house was bustling with excitement! Miniature, magical fireworks and army jets were flying around the room, Freyr knew his two triplets, Milo and Charles were behind the mischief, after-all, they were always behind the mischief at Beauxbatons. Although Thor was 2 years older than Freyr and his triplets, he was the closest to Freyr anyone has gotten, he studies hard, is an earth elf, loves to read, and almost every other thing about Freyr was in Thor, strengths, and weaknesses.

The Next morning Freyr and his brothers left to Beauxbatons. Milo turned to Charles and said "Should we tell Freyr?", and Charles replied,"Yes, but make him swear not to tell, make him swear."

Please don't erase what we put even after you fix it. Thanks.

You need more info in your appearance and history sections. Also there aren't that many, but you do have a few, so always use spell check before clicking post.

SORRY FOR THE MISUNDERSTANDING
ALL FIXED






Must be Cossu

[adelaide]

First Name: Adelaide Fleur
Last Name: Broussard
Age: 15 years old
Appearance:
History:
Gabrielle lay there on the hospital bed, squeezing her husband Richards hand, giving loud screams between puffs of oxygen. Then there was her miracle daughter. The middle-aged couple were very surprised when they learnt that Gabrielle had conceived as she was told when she was around 20 years old that she would have problems in later life. They had both chosen the first name of Adelaide for their daughter and Richard chose her middle name Fleur, because he said that their daughter reminded him of a flower.
Adelaide was such a gift to them, that they did everything they could for her, by providing her with whatever she needed as well as more. It was the summer of '95 when they decided to settle down to somewhere quieter and more suitable for them as they were wizards. Richard found a job a local bank accountant in a small town called Marseilles which just happened to be the perfect wizard town, filled with only magical blood and they would no longer need to have secret lives as witches and wizards.
So they made their move to the town. Adelaide was home schooled by her mother. Richard went to work through the week and they simply loved life with their miracle daughter.
Gabrielle and Richard were getting worried about their daughter, in case she would turn out to be a squib ,because she had not shown any magical talent by the time she was 9 years old. But finally, after nine long and precious years of waiting Adelaide showed her magical talent. Adelaide was playing in her house garden. She picked a rose and one of the petals changed to blue. gabrielle and Richard came out and thought that the rose was just na bad one and handed it back to their daughter, then all of the petals changed blue. Adelaide looked strangely at it, but her parents were almost dancing with glee. They smiled and told her that she was a witch, she knew her parents were a wizard and witch and esxpected herself to take after them.
Gabrielle didn't teach her daughter lessons, or any practical training. Instead she taught Adelaide simple history out of the books Richard bought her and took her out daily to show her the magical world in the beautiful town that they lived in.
When she was 11 years old, on the third of June Adelaide received her Beauxbatons acceptance letter. Gabrielle and Richard were very proud of her, as you can see because they bought her a broomstick just to practice on at home. It was a cleensweep which was fairly new at the time but of course she was very pleased.
Personality: Adelaide has a very shy personality and doesn't like surprises. She likes to know everything around her and finds it hard to make new friends. This flaw in her personality makes day to day normal living sometimes quite hard, so if she sees a new person she won't talk to them first but would reply to them. Adelaide has many friends, but doesn't seem to make an effort to go out there and make some more.
Adelaide is not very popular, yet liked by others and loved as a very good friend. She sometimes envies popular girls because of their good looks and because they have many dates. Adelaide doesn't wish to be them, but she just wants to have a few of their features. She thinks that she is fairly pretty and certainly not ugly but she feels wide and ugly when she stands near them as she compares herself against them.
Sample RP:
Adelaide was finally ready to be sorted, fireworks were shooting off in her head from excitement but her stomach flipped with nerves. She looked around in the great hall. Adelaide's eyes widened as she saw the beautiful soft and silky coat, as someone had just been sorted but she couldn't recall the name of their house. She just hoped that she could be put in a friendly house with people that had plenty in common with her.
The head teacher shouted out her name and gave her a warm and friendly smile before the headmistresses eyes met back with her long scroll that she was holding. Adelaide quickly zapped herself back into the situation and her stomach gave a gurgling sound and she was beginning to feel sick.
The assistant placed the cloak hood over her head and Adelaide wrapped it around her shoulders by herself. Adelaide could feel the cloak searching inside her, a most peculiar feeling aroused. It was as if a spurt of magical water was swooshing around her head, picking up something whilst it went along. Then before she realised that her eyes were shut tight, the cloak itself or someone shouted her house name.

Must be Cossu

[sweetiepie]

First Name:
Penelope [Olivia]

Last Name:
Danvers

Age:
Seventeen

Appearance:
Carah Faye

History:
It was on the evening of the February 21, 1991 that seventeen year old Penelope Olivia Danvers was born in a hospital outside of London, England, her parents having been trying to find a home in Europe where they could both iunderstand the language. She was what was known around the wizarding world as a half blood, or just having one side of your heritage be magical. In her case, her father, Tyler Danvers, was a pureblood, belonging to an old clan of Scottish and French wizards. Her mother, Lauren (Baxter) Danvers, was a muggle from America who had no idea that magic was even real but more of a fabled tale written about in books and movies.

Since Lauren was completely oblivious to magic, Tyler and his family kept it hushed until he was ready to tell her, but as Penelope grew to be a month or so old, whenever she was hungry, she would rise slightly against her bed or blanket and it was scaring Tyler. So one day, in early May, he sat his wife down and finally told him about his family and his past. Unfortunately for Penelope and Tyler, Lauren was gone within 24 hours. She obviously wasn’t a big fan of magic and that meant she didn’t want to be around her husband or her daughter, since she figured it was in the genes.

So yeah, Penelope was almost a full year old, already crawling all over the place, and even walking a little, impressing her father, who grew really close to his baby girl, and also her fathers side of the family, especially her grandmother, who was helping her soon raise the little girl. One day, a few days after new years, her father had gotten a call. See, even though Tyler was a pureblood, he had adapted himself to the muggle culture, not wanting his daughter to grow up thinking one way, so she truly was a half blood, seeing both sides of the spectrum at a very young age.

Anyway, so, a few days after New years of 1992, he got a call. Huzzah! It was Lauren who had news of a new little girl she had just had with Leston Kain, an old friend from college. So basically, now Penelope had a half sister and a step father. So a few days later, Tyler took Penelope and she met her sister and all was well again between the exes. Although they weren’t together, they didn’t really stop talking, for Penelope’s sake anyway.

As She grew up, she would spend a weekend every month or so with her mother, step father and her two half siblings, Gabrielle and Landon, both of which were younger than she was. So basically, she grew up with a sister who was basically her age and they shared a lot of the same interests, such as fashion or beauty, normal teenage girl things, right? Yup. Well, that was what she was into that wasn’t magical. Which was another thing, since Lauren didn’t like magic, Penelope was never allowed to use any of it around her mom or her siblings or her step dad, since he really didn’t know to what extent her powers would grow, since yeah, he wasn’t used to it.

As for the magical hobbies, she was an avid Qudditch fan and always went to a game as long as her father secured them tickets. He worked for a Quidditch Supplies Store, ironically, in Diagon Alley, so he was in contact with some of the bigger stores splattered all over Europe from Spain to Sweden to Italy to Greece, all over the place. Her favorite team, though, would have to have been the Holyhead Harpies and one of her goals for life was to play for them, but that was one of her little girl dreams.

When she was about 16 years old, she heard her mom and stepdad talking about moving to France, which meant her yearly trips to California to visit weren’t going to happen anymore and that made her really sad. So one whole summer passed and she hadn’t seen her other half of the family, which was making her sad. The one thing that made her happy was that sunny summer day when she got an owl. At first, she figured it was to go to the magical academy, Hogwarts, which most of her magical friends went to, since she still lived in England, but it was actually from the school in France, Beauxbatons.

When she asked her father about it, it turns out he went there, which is why they opted to invite Penelope to join them, since her father was an alum and was a fantastic student in his day. So the day came, in that early fall, when she was going to be sent to be apperated over to the gates where she would start learning with a whole different set of witches and wizards, something that was really intriguing when she really thought about it.

Personality:
p o s i t i v e
outgoing
caring
responsible
trusting

n e g a t i v e
immature
pessimistic
greedy


Penelope had her good qualities and her bad qualities, just like everyone else. Hasn’t the whole angel and devil on each shoulder thing happened to you? Well, this chick isn’t that different.

Her more positive side included her being a few things. The first one would be friendly. She was always flashing smiles all over the place, to both people she knew and didn’t. She figured that everyone she met in life could help her somehow in the future, so it was always good to keep a good connection with him or her. A second trait would be that she’s caring, which also went along with her being friendly. She hated seeing anyone sad and would almost always try to make them feel better as best she could be it hanging out, talking, whatever. Her third and fourth traits kind of went hand in hand. Despite her need to talk with people all the time, she could be trusted with secrets and was very responsible and discreet with what she was told.

Now, just like what was mentioned above, she does have a darker side. Although she’s responsible and trusting, she can be very immature at times. Sometimes, in the privacy of her own home, she could throw quiet a temper tantrum over having to do the dishes twice in one day or something stupid like that. Another bad thing about her was she was very pessimistic about life. If it wasn’t about someone else and was about her, she would always try to find the bad thing about whatever situation she was in. It was really kind of dumb, since her father and family told her that things could only get better. Penelope’s third bad quality is kind of split, depending on what the situation was. She was greedy and selfish at times. Take this as an example: she was out shopping with a few of her muggle friends before she went to school at Beauxbatons and she threw a hissyfit because her friend was going to buy the same skirt she was. Yeah, can you say brat much?

Despite what was stated above, Penelope was really the type of person that acted with the situation she was placed in, meaning that yes she could be all those good things and all those bad things, but in the end, it made one mixture; Penelope and anyone who knew her just had to get used to the fact that their friend was different in many ways.

Sample RP:
She let out a tiny giggle as her eyes scanned the light gray colored paper of the hardcovered book she had been reading for the past hour or so. It was some American teen book, Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys about this girl who went to go and live with one of her dads old friends instead of going to some army base in Asia and the family had seven boys with no daughters and it was actually kind of funny to read how she handles it all. The book was now open on its own, having been finished about half way when she sighed, taking her bookmark with puppy dogs all over it and closed it.

Sitting up on the purpleish covers of her twin sized bed, she placed the book on her nighstand and bit on her inner lip, her eyes scanning her room before they fell on the window. It was still raining, but not as hard as it had been earlier, which meant that maybe the basement wouldn’t flood. She still couldn’t understand why her father couldn’t just charm it so it didn’t but no, he wanted people to believe that they really were muggles, so it meant he sacrificed the room flooding, but hey, at least he was lenient enough to charm the items in the basement to not be ruined.

Hopping off of her bed, she slipped the black slippers on before heading across the hardwood floor, shutting her window with a little grunt and she turned around so she could leave the room. Getting to the stairs a few feet away, she hopped down the last few and headed into the empty kitchen and her eyes strayed up to the clock. 7:56 PM on a Friday night and she was here, alone in her house, while her father was out with some blind date that one of his coworkers had set him up with, a witch of course. She rolled her eyes slightly and went to the refrigerator, grabbing the tupperware full of left over spaghetti from the night before and she headed over to the microwave and popped the sucker in.

Five minutes later, she was sitting at the kitchen table, happily eating the sauce covered noodles while reading part of the funnies in the newspaper. Ahh, her life really was glamorous, couldn’t you tell? She finished it off with a few of the stringy items left and put it in the sink, her dad could deal with it later because she honestly didn’t feel like washing it by hand. “So what now?” she asked herself, knowing she must of sounded insane as she bolted back up the stairs to her room. “Might as well read some more…” she trailed off as she hopped back onto the bed, it springing up from her weight and she grabbed the book, opening it back to where the puppys had kept it and resumed reading.

**I'm really sorry for anything that's choppy... especially the personality...

Must be Sournois

[blayne]

First Name:
Blayne

Last Name:
Bryce

Age:
17

Appearance:


History:
Blayne is your basic teenage wizard. His family is your basic pure-blood wizarding family.

His family is the typical wealthy pure-bloods. They think there is nothing but pure-bloods and everyone else doesn't exist. They don't associate with any non pure-bloods. They want Blayne to only associate with pure-bloods and to marry a pure-blood to continue the line.

Blayne, sometimes called Blay or Bryce, is pretty typical. Though he had a privileged upbringing, he still doesn't act snotty about being that and pure-blood. Its not because he is all for muggles, or because he is rebelling against his parents. Its simply because he doesn't care. He doesn't care to be bothered with the whole blood lines deal. Maybe when he gets older he will, but for now he wants to live his life how he feels like living it in that moment. His mother will ask him what he plans on doing if he falls in love with one of these 'things', meaning non pure-bloods. He just laughs it off, he can't imagine falling in love with anyone, no matter their blood.

He is definitely a ladies man though. Just because he doesn't think of being overly serious with a girl, he still likes 'em. He goes into the thing letting them know where he stands, but somehow still hurts them in the end. Not that he tries to, he doesn't. But he just doesn't want anything serious. His friends laugh at him, saying he will be the first of them to fall, and fall hard. He just shrugs it off, nothing for him to worry about.

One good thing you can say about Blayne is that he is a good friend. He likes to have fun, so anytime you're with him something is going on. He will be there in a heartbeat if a friend needs him. One of his few beliefs is that he believes that friends should always be there for on another and he believes wholeheartedly that if he needed them his friends would be there for him.

Personality:
There is good and bad things about Blayne. He is totally mellow and laid-back. Some call it being selfish. He calls it not caring. Either way he won't change. He doesn't really get into anything because he doesn't care. He likes the ladies, he is always on the look out for the next girl, even if he is with one at the time. He never stays with one for too long, in case they think he is trying to get serious. He doesn't care how cocky it seems either.

He is a great and loyal friend though. He is always there for his friends no matter what it is they've done or need. He expects and get the same from them. They are tight and he thinks they will remain friends for years and years to come. Yes they are all pure-bloods, but they grew up together, nothing he could or would change about that.

Sample RP:
Blayne was in a weird mood. He was restless and didn't want to hang around the room all day. He went to the courtyard and started to walk around. He put his hands in his pockets and bowed his head down. He didn't want to have to deal with a million hellos from his fellow school mates.

He walked, without purpose or a sense of time. When he finally did look up he saw that he was at the entrance of the gardens. He only admitted to himself that he loved this place. They were gorgeous. He walked in and continued on with his little stroll.

As he kept going in went in deeper. He finally noticed a little clearing and a girl sitting on a bench. It was almost hidden. You had to be really careful not to miss it. He stood where he was and openly stared. She was beautiful. She had long dark hair, tanned skin, blue eyes, and legs that wouldn't stop. She was bent over writing in a notebook, maybe her journal. She either saw him or sense him but she looked up and their eyes met. She cocked an eyebrow and he did the same. "Hello there, how are you?" he asked with confidence.

Must be Sournois

[laveena]

First Name: Alexandra
Last Name: Rawlings
Age: 11
Appearance:
History: Alexandra's from a muggle family. With no wizard descendants, except her grandparents on her mother's side who nobody in her family really likes, because they are unaware that their wizards, and the family think their a bit odd. She's originally from France, living in Paris with her mother, because her father left her family when she was a child. She has a an eight year old sister named Jenni. Her sister will also be a wizard, and their best friends.
Personality: Alexandra's kind. She's the "nice girl." She's definitely not the smartest or the "perfect" one, but she's friendly to everyone she meets. She's really loud with her friends, and as she grows up, she's going to become a more defined, personal sort of person, with more than meets the eye. She's very mysterious and tends to keep herself until someone gets to know her.
Sample RP:
"Alexandra Rawlings."
Alexandra could hear her heart beating out of her chest as her name was called to be sorted.
She'd never been this nervous in her life.
As her thin legs walked forward to the steps to the cloak, Alexandra started to tremble a little bit. This would decide her fate. The defining moment of her life. As she put the cloak around her shoulders, she could feel it's softness getting comfortable on her skin. She shut her eyes tight and waited for the defining moment to come. As she opened her eyes to see the hall of students before her, Alexandra heard her house name called. Her fate was sealed.

You need to fix your appearance link. Other than that, you are really giving the bare minimum. The things I need to say, are that women cannot be considered wizards, they would be witches. In your history, you don't describe how she grows up, that is what I expect. You just describe what country you're from and who's in your family. As for personality, describe what your character is like now, at the moment, not what she will be in the future. As for your sample RP, there should be paragraphs, at least more than one.

[carmellablack]

First Name: Carmellla
Last Name: Black
Age: 14
Appearance: Brown hair, hazel eyes. White fair skin. Skinny
History: Found out father was a murder than found out true identity parents : Siruis Black and Serenity Black
Personality: Funny, cheeky, friendly, sweet.


I will not tolerate posts like this. If you wish to be sorted then please follow the directions given in the first post of this thread.

[vanilla]

First Name: Kherington Friday
Last Name: Balthasar
Age: seventeen
Appearance: Darla Baker
History:

Happiness. Joy. Those were the two main things in young baby Kherington and her family's lives. December 13th was a very special day for Nigel and Ellen Balthasar, because they were notified that their second child was a baby girl. And how happy they were. All throughout Kherington's young baby days she grew so much attached to her older brother Lance Balthasar. They would play together and would hang out like they were best friends. But there was a terrible accident when one day Lance had to go back to Hogwarts for another year, Kherington was only nine. There was evil in Hogwarts and Lance didn't know about it, so when he arrived at Hogwarts...avada kedavra. Yes, the killing curse was shot at him. And after a week the Balthasar family was notified and shocked. And this accident put more stress and sorrow on the family, besides having two twins that will be arriving soon. The worst part is, is that no one knew who did it. Only Lance, does.

As Kherington grew older she was a beautiful and tall tween girl about the age of 12 and 13. She was notified by her parents that she must go to Muggle school, for the rest of her childhood and not Wizarding school. Kherington then realized that it was because of Lance, and that magic caused his death. She pleaded to her parents to not go to Muggle school, but there decision was final. Then when Kherington started middle school, it was horrible. Kids laughed at her because of how she looked. Lean, skinny, tall and because of the shape of her head. Kherington was very emotional and the only way to help her was music. Music was one way of showing your feelings without screaming or having an argument. So everyday Kherington would play her mother's guitar and everything will be silent.

Then one day after school Kherington was asked to get some groceries from the market. As Kherington walked she passed by a creepy, little store that read 'Learn where the Magic comes From' and all Kherington could do was stare. She then went into the store and found her face to face with an old lady, and to Kherington's little knowledge about wizards and witches from when she was young, she could tell that the lady had giants-blood in them. And as the lady, Madam Alendura, introduced herself she realized who Kherington was and asked her if she was from the Balthasar family. Kherington then nodded her head. Right off the bat Madam Alendura had told stories and Kherington's history of who the famous Minister Arabella Balthasar was. And Kherington then learned something else new too, she was part giant and veela. Madam Alendura then offered to help Kherington with her magic after Muggle school, and she agreed right away. But who knows who this Madam Alendura is. She could be evil or not.

Kherington then told her parents about Madam Alendura and told them that she could atleast stay at Beauxbatons for about five or four years. Her parents at first refused but then they gave in for some reason...well after three days of talking it over.
Personality:

Stubborn: Kherington can be pretty stubborn to people who make her do things like her parents. When she gets stubborn Kherington would usually go to her room and slam the door shut, not wanting to talk to anyone or see anyone. When Kherington acts Stubborn she can act sarcastic once in a while, and sometimes for the joy and laugh.

Emotional: Kherington is very emotional escpecially when she was younger and in Muggle school her parents didn't know that she would cry everyday just because her brother was gone and that she was away from all magic. Anger is also one of Kherington's emotions, like when she doesn't get what she wants she would pout, cry or go away, but it depends on the situation.

Crazy and Curious: When it comes to friends, which Kherington didn't have when she was younger, Kherington would act crazy in the house and show her bubbly personality, escpecially when her brother was here. But in her younger years she looked dreadful and sounded dull, and no one knew the real crazy and bubbly person Kherington was, because they were too busy making fun of her. Curiousity took Kherington far escpecially with magic when she found that small shop that was all about magic. And from then on Kherington noticed that curiousity can take you far.
Sample RP:

"Hey. Are you OK?"

Kherington looked up weakly from her fall and jumped up quickly, pretending that nothing happened. Kherington watched as the boy extended his hand and helped Kherington up. "Um, yeah I'm OK. Ugh! It's so embarrassing!" paused Kherington as she looked into the boy, Tom's eyes. "But that happens to me a lot." Kherington then let out a weak smile and extended her hand and introduced herself, "By the way my name's Kherington."

Thunder started to erupt and the rain poured heavily down. Kherington and Tom quickly hid under the roof outside Kherington's house. "Wow. Who knew that today's gonna rain? Ha! Well atleast we're under here," Tom explained as he looked at the pouring rain and the puddles that surrounded them.

"Kherington!"

As her mother yelled Kherington's name, she rushed in and said goodbye to Tom. "See you tomorrow!" yelled Tom back at Kherington as she briskly walked in to her house. But Kherington still had powerful thoughts in her head. "Is ths gonna be a new friend that I will never have? Or a forbidden love, even though I just met him. You should except what the heart wants."

Just wondering how could she be able to attend Beauxbatons if her parents won't allow her?

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[jessicamyers]

First Name:Jessica
Last Name: Myers
Age: 15 years old
Appearance:
History:
Jessica was born on the 19th May 1993 to Sarah and Michael Myers. She was the youngest child to be born in the family, just 3 years old when her older brothers were 10 and 11 years old. Sarah Myers had a soft spot for her because she was the youngest, and the only girl to be born into the Myers family for a century. Not on Sarah's side, on Sarah's side of the family there was nothing but girls.

Jessica lived in London, England for the first 9 years in her life, with no recognition of being a witch. Her brothers weren't wizards so Sarah and Michael didn't really expect Jessica to be witch. It was her parents secret, that Sarah went to Hogwarts and she was a pure blood witch in Ravenclaw.

Jessica surprised her parents by accidentally levitating herself in the air outside in their back garden, her parents shocked and gob smacked. They had never expected her to follow in Sarah footsteps as becoming a witch. Sarah never told Jessica the truth about this until it was her 10th Birthday. Jessica told her brothers but insisted that she was lying. Luckily, they didn't think anything of it. Jessica didn't understand how her brothers weren't magic too, she understood inheritance but that was just too complicated for her brain.

In the last week of June, her parents decided to move to France because Sarah's parents lived there and were getting elderly. They also needed more care and Sarah's parents were struggling with the rent. So Jessica's family moved to France. Her elder brothers wanted to stay in London in their newly bought apartment together, promising to visit them soon. So the three of them went to live with Sarah's parents, a nice cottage in the country which had three bedrooms.

Jessica received an invitation, inviting her to Beauxbatons Academy. Her parents obviously knew about her being a witch and agreed she could go. Jessica's grandparents were very pleased with Jessica, and very proud of her. Jessica liked to draw and paint pictures with her grandparents as a hobby, seeing as Jessica had nothing else to do before the summer holidays because she didn't go to school yet.

Personality: Jessica has a very warm heart, and kind to everyone she meets. She makes friends easily and loves to socialize with others. Her family and friends mean more to her than her actual self, as she always puts everyone else first. She is very sensitive to wards matters.

Jessica takes matters to heart and puts her life into everything. Her life goal is to become a professional artist, as she enjoys drawing and painting alot. Jessica is very emotional, so her mood changes quickly. One moment she could be excited and very happy, the next crying and depressed. You might think she is a really cool person and takes things lightly but in fact she takes things very seriously. Her whole life is built around emotions and seriousness.

Sample RP:
Jessica sat in her new dorm room all alone. The room was very dull in her opinion and could do with brightening up. Jessica reached din her pocket, only to find it was empty. "Oh Damn!" she thought looking at the peachy walls. She felt really angry about this and kicked the wall, as she did so, she heard more banging from the room next door retaliating to her actions.

Perching herself on the foot of her bed she sighed deeply. Perhaps this was not her most ideal situation at Beauxbatons. Actually the worst imaginable. She was bored, sad, depressed, lonely and missing her home. A tear dripped from her eye, onto her bare leg underneath her black skirt. Jessica reached in her pocket and pulled out a lilac hankie to wipe her tears with. She dabbed her eyes delicately and fluttered her eyelashes back into their normal state.

Funnily enough, she gave a chuckle. "I'm so silly." she thought to herself, feeling glad that she had this opportunity to be here at a witch and wizard school and to associate herself with others like herself. With this happy thought she made her way out of her dorm room, down the spiral staircase and into her house common room.

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[hotheather]

First Name: Heather

Last Name: Calor

Age: 13

Appearance:

History:
Heather was born in Paris to her parents in 1988. Unfortunatley for Mr. Calor and his newborn daughter, Mrs. Calor had died due to trauma during labor. Heather was raised by her Father in Paris. During her childhood her father had noticed strange things happening around his sweet daughter. Anything from fire starting itself in the fireplace when Heather wanted to roast a marshmallow or to her always seemed to float in the room. He would always check her feet but everytime they were planted firmly on the ground.

It wasn't until Heather turned 11 when an odd looking lady appeared at their doorstep. She was dressed in navy robes and was asking for Heather. Heather was told by this woman that she was a witch, and that she was offered a place at an Academy for magic. Heather was quite shocked at the news to begin with but it did explain all the weird stuff she could make happen. The woman also explained to Heather and her father that Mrs. Calor before passing away was a witch. She had never revealed it to her husband out of fear of him leaving her.

Personality:
Heather is a charming girl. She always goes out of her way to make friends. Heather loves to socialize with everybody she can. She has a soft spot for animals, and hates them mistreated. In fact she hates seeing anyone mistreated. She always will help people out when she has the chance. A very selfless girl that people adore.

She does however has some flaws. If she is not getting the attention she becomes slightly angry. She is a very persistent attention seeker and will do most anything to get it. Sometimes things she shouldn't do

Sample RP:
Heather walked in her room and set down her school bag. It had been a long day and she wanted something fun to do. Manicures were always fun. Too bad her roomies weren't here to do them with her. No matter though. She walked over to the dresser and opened to top drawer. She pulled out her favorite polish. Hott Neon Pink. As she shook the bottle she wondered what time dinner was. She always forgot the time.

She unscrewed the cap and pulled out the little brush. She started painting her semi long fingernails turning them from the plain nail color to a vivid pink. Of course she could wave her wand and the little brush would do the job itself, but where was the fun in that? No she somewhat considered it cheating. The same went for applying makeup and also dental care, oddly enough.

Soon her nails were done. They looked so good. She went to put her bottle back and then opened a lower drawer, pulled out a hot pink tank top and threw it on. It was perfect to match her finished nails. She felt like a walk so she tidied her things and walked out the door.

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[cecileantoinette]

First Name: Cecile Holly

Last Name: Antoinette

Age: 15

Appearance: Cecile has soft brown hair that falls down to her mid back. She has blueish grey eyes. She has high cheekbones. She isn't that pale. She is a little pale. She has a nice smile. She usually keeps her hair down. (I can't post the picture for some reason. But here's an adress for the picture: l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/44/50/0000034450_20061020202723.jpg )
History: The Antoinettes are a royal family. They are very wealthy. Cecile’s mother was a pureblood. Her father was a half blood. Both met each other at a party held by Cecile’s mother’s family. They eventually got married after a few months of being a couple. Cecile’s mother was of Veela decent. Her father was an animagus and could turn into an eagle. Her mother’s mate was Cecile’s father. Her mother marked Cecile’s father the night before she turned eighteen. They had Cecile later on in their life. Cecile grew up in a manor that her mother and father moved into. She was very adventurous and ambitious as a young girl. When she was five they had another daughter named Jacqueline. Jacqueline was more of a party girl than Cecile. Cecile loved to also curl up with a good book in her free time. They grew up in royalty. Cecile and Jacqueline are both part vela. They can entrance boys, they are both very pretty, and witty.
Personality: Cecile is a hard working, ambitious, knowledgeable, and talented. She loves to learn and read. She is very determined when it comes to work. She takes it extremely seriously. She never procrastinates, unless it’s for something of utmost importance. Even then she doesn’t procrastinate for long. She does the opposite of procrastinating, in fact. She studies early and finishes her assignments early. She can be a little stubborn. She does stick to her morals most of the time. She sometimes writes stories. She isn’t one for house elves, so her family uses maids instead. She knows a lot from reading so much. She is a good singer and knows how to play the harp. She stands up for what she believes in. She is quick to answer any question in class.
She is also a very girl. She stands up for her friends and family. She will be ready to explore and go on a mission even if it is risky. She is a little bit of a party girl. She likes to party, but her work must be finished. She always makes sure she has everything she needs to have done. Then she will be ready to lay back and have fun. She also believes that everyone should be treated the same no matter what your blood status is.

Sample RP:
Cecile was currently in the library at her manor. She was doing a bit of ‘light reading’ before school started. She was reading a book on spells when she heard someone. “Cecile!” a voice called. Cecile looked up and saw Jacqueline running towards her. “Jacqueline.” Cecile said. “Cecile. Guess what?” Jacqueline asked obviously excited as she finally reached my table. “What?” Cecile asked curious. “I’ve got an invitation.” Jacqueline answered with a grin. “From who?” Cecile asked. “Arianne of course.” Jacqueline answered. “That’s good for you. But, what does that have to do with me?” Cecile asked with a smile. “Well, she’s hosting a party. And Marie has invited you. It’s going to be a mini party for a few more of her friends and you and Marie will be hanging out.” Jacqueline answered. “Hm, that is tempting, but I need to continue my studying.” Cecile commented. “Aw come on Cecile. Just for a little bit.” Jacqueline whined. “I don’t know.” Cecile said with a smile. “Please!” Jacqueline pleaded. “What time is it?” Cecile curiously asked. “Four thirty.” Jacqueline answered. “Alright. I’ll go.” Cecile decided. “Yes! Thank you so much sis!” Jacqueline exclaimed. “You’re welcome. But, we can’t stay too late.” Cecile said with a laugh. “Oh, come on! Relax! It’s summer!” Jacqueline complained teasingly. “That doesn’t mean you can’t learn some things.” Cecile said with a smile. “Of course! See you later.” Jacqueline called running off. Cecile laughed to herself. This was going to be an interesting party.

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[cheerbaby]

First Name:

Madyson

Last Name:

Anderson

Age:

Fifteen

Appearance:

Alexa Nicolas

History:

Madyson was born in London, England on March 23, 1992 to James and Sarabeth Anderson.

The house that she lived in, however, was in a small town on the coast of England and it wasn’t very big, but it was somewhat suitable for the time being. Her childhood went well with only the little things like the occasional broken toy or messy room. To her knowledge, she was an only child and often played with the neighborhood children or her cousins when they were over.

It wasn’t until she was about ten years old that she had even heard the word “magic” and it pertaining to her family. Her father was a halfblood himself, his mother being a muggle and his father a pureblood.

She then spent all of her time begging to see all the wonderful things that came along with magic and her father was more then happy to finally be able to show his daughter what he truly was. By the time she was eleven, she was able to recite the correct spells and right wand movements, using a toy wand, that any simple first year would learn in Charms or DADA. This was just practice, and without a real wand she couldn't perform any of the spells.

One day when she was a home, a strange owl came to the kitchen during breakfast and as her father opened it for his daughter, he smiled and gave Madyson the letter that stated she had been accepted to go to one of the best schools in all of Europe; Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Overly thrilled with this news, she started dancing around and just a few short weeks later, was on her way to start learning magic for real, with her own wand and everything.

Personality:

As a child, Madyson was slightly shy and never wanted to do anything with other people, since she didn’t have anyone to really hang out with, since no siblings existed. But, as she got older and started hanging out with the older kids around where she lived, she became more and more outgoing.

As she became a teenager, she began to become a bit spoiled due to the fact that she was the only child and that she was a bit of a daddy’s girl if she really wanted something. She would never make fun of people, she thought that was completely and totally wrong, but she couldn’t help but laugh a few times if it was slightly funny, but she would apologize immediately after.

Going to more schoolish things, she was an average student, but was able to catch onto new things a bit quicker then others, and that had labeled her as a nerd when she was younger, but she could care less really. She loved who she was. She knew she had flaws, but she was perfect anyway… in her own mind of course.

Sample RP:

What to do… what to do… Madyson thought to herself as she stared out onto the large lake before her. She had been avoiding homework for the past few hours, but there was nothing to do anymore. She sat back and looked up to the light blue sky, swirls of colors mixing in with the blue colors; the sun would be setting soon and she shrugged, deciding to just sit there until it happened.

Bringing her hands to her face, she rubbed her right eye with the palm of the hand of the same side of her body and winced as she could still feel the bottom of her eye was bruised from when she was playing catch with a few of her muggle friends and the ball had hit her in the eye. Her hand went back to her side as she lifted herself back up, her hands supporting her as Madyson just sat there.

A soft breeze rushed past her and she shivered lightly, her light pink hoodie not doing much with just a simple dark green cami underneath, but she sat there. She loved watching sunsets and was hardly ever non-busy when it started to happen, she would sit there until the sky was dark, then she would head back to the school and go to eat something at dinner, then off to her room to start homework. She was such a nerd sometimes.

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[eabon]

First Name:

Sasha

Last Name:

Azzo

Age:

18

Appearance:

Orlando Bloom

History:

In a far land, above the earth and between the clouds lived gods. In the Norse Mythology there are various ones, but the most important one is, at the moment, Loki, god of mischief, deceit, lies, darkness and chaos. He comes from a family of gods and is one himself, his parents are also giants, thus making him a half-giant and half-god, also known as demi-god. Loki created great disasters between the gods, but his games eventually let to bad causes. He married twice and had overall six children, Vali, Narfi and Sleipnir were the youngest. The man had grown but deep inside he still felt like a child, his playing habits remained, each day they grew stronger and more unbelievable until Loki finally planned the death of another god, Baldur. He made the other gods blind brother kill him with a dart of mistletoe, the only plant which was against him. Because of this murder he had to pay, his son Vali was transformed into a wolf an ordered to kill his own sibling, Narfi. Loki was sent to earth where he would live in a human corpse until it putrefied, the he would be taken back to heaven for some serious judgment.

Vali was transformed back to his usual human form but now he lacked a father figure, his siblings were nothing like him, there was no one he could relate to from the 5 other siblings. Hel was his sister and ruled the world of the dead, his brother Fenrir was a giant wolf, his other brother Jörmungandr a sea serpent and his youngest brother and eight legged giant stallion, he cursed the gods, everything was so different from him, he was the black sheep of the family. Until one day Vali decided to leave heaven and go to earth to look for his father, however he had no idea that his father would be back to heaven in a short period of time since the body he was in was degrading itself. Vali fell from heaven in the middle of France, very close to Bourgogne, he being held god and half giant knew nothing about humans, just some habits he had gained while spying on people from the clouds, he also still lived with the remorse of having killed his own brother. The impact of hitting the ground left him wounded, life less, abandoned, naked and alone, but thanks to his luck he was rescued and treated by a beautiful female, Sylvania, she treated his wounds and much more.

Sylvania Scherbowsky was born to Ian Scherbowsky and Lauretta Zephyr, Lauretta was born in England, bother parents were aurors and worked to protect her and the inhabitants of the slightly large insland against dark wizards. Both her parents were pure-blooded, so she was a pure-blood herself but she never cared much about the blood she had, she was just a friendly and welcoming person. Lauretta eventually attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when her time came, she chose to learn about maladies and diseases, she wanted to help people like her parents did but in a different way. She then moved to Russia where her skills as a nurse where needed more than in England. There she met Ian, a Russian boy that had just come back from Durmstrang Institute in Bulgaria, it was said that Durmstrang was a dark school, which is not true. Ian found a job in a shop where he sold magical objects both dark and good, he had to ear money, and this was the best way. One day Lauretta needed some supplies for a special remedy and so decided to go to the weird shop which was said to be controlled by a dark arts freak, but once Lauretta entered the shop it was clear that there was no evil presence behind the counter, and so beauty fell in love with the beast.

A few years after they had a beautiful daughter and named her Sylvania. Sylvania also attended Durmstrang Institute, but this time the school had a different effect on the girl, possible because her father had dark ancestors it was not yet clear though. Sylvania blossomed into a beautiful yet ferocious and very independent creature; her actions were based on her instincts. Later on she moved to France, it was indeed a great distance from England to France but once her parents tried to persuade the young adult of taking cretins jobs in certain facilities and marrying a pure-blooded wizard she revolted and flew to France. There she found comfort with herself, and certain day a strange and naked men fell from the sky, almost falling on her head, since her mother was a nurse she knew what to do so she nursed him back to health and in the process she fell in love, it was the first time it happened so she had no clue what to do or how to manage the situation, it only get worse when she found out that he was only a muggle, she thought he had fallen from a broom. But love was stronger than that, they both got married, but Vali never confessed he was a god instead he faked amnesia, a muggle disease, Sylvania also pretended she was a common muggle but often used magic when her husband wasn’t around. And then they had a child, there was a great debate about what they would name the small creature, Sylvania wanted a Russian name, Vali secretly wanted a gods name, after great discussion they finally settled with Sasha Eabon Olivier Eros Azzo, it was a boy.

Sasha turned out to be all that his parents wanted him not to be, at the age of three it was clearly visible that the young boy had inherited his grandfathers (Loki) abilities and powers, this was not good for his father, which had never told his secret to anyone, Sasha often played pranks on his mother, such as hiding her jewelry, emptying all the drawers in the house and burning food. He also had the same taste for flowers and honey as the gods, he was more evil than his parents could imagine, but so was Sylvania.

At the age of six Sasha was twice a normal child’s height, not only that but his tricks and pranks had grown, he now found it more amusing to send animals running down the streets of the small village, he put rats in shoe boxes and sold them to old ladies. Nothing like his father but a sure copy of Loki.

At the age of eleven something spectacular and extraordinary happened, Sasha exploded all the windows in his house, result of his mother grounding him once again. His mother fainted, her son had magic in his veins, just like she did, she hid this secret from her husband for a while. Windows kept on breaking, plates kept on flying, flowers kept on being eaten and darkness kept on coming back every night and day, more than that it actually seemed that Sasha had an evil soul inside of him, one moment the could be very sweet and the next second he might just be setting your hair on fire, being such a troubled teenager only made things worse, he didn’t know how to deal with it and was just angry most of the time, that only made his mind more perturbed, more mood swings but once everything happened he felt extremely tired and couldn’t remember what had happened, most of it at least.

Finally at the age of seventeen it was clear enough that Sasha wasn’t a regular boy, he lacked friends and sweethearts, all he had were enemies and his family, and then there came a time when all that just wasn’t enough. All changed when a letter arrived, it was wrapped in a beige envelope and it was addressed to Sasha Eabon Olivier Eros Azzo, it was a great surprise as only few people knew his full name. The curious boy did not suppress his feelings and instantly opened the letter and read it, at first he thought it was a feeble attempt at a prank from his fellow neighbors but as he looked closely he found that there was a stamp with the initial ‘B’, it matched to the Academies name which was written on the soft and creamy piece of paper. Sasha instantly showed his parents the letter, his mother fainted and it was clear that something more was going on. When she finally woke up she explained to both men what a wizard was, what she was, how, why and when.

Vali became extremely furious but took advantage of the situation and explained the story of his like to his son and wife, he was over six thousand years old and his father was really someone; now they knew where Sasha got his devilish side from, Loki, was his grandfather.

For the next couple of days, there was a huge tension inside the house, his parents wouldn’t speak with each other, how could they? Eighteen years hiding such big secrets from each other, it was actually a surprise that they still lived under the same roof. Sasha was determined to go to this wizard school, he was lost and wanted to find out for himself who he really was. At first his father didn’t want him to go to Beauxbatons but then he realized that if that would make his son happy so be it. His mother on the other hand had nothing to say for she had been absent for the last few days, no one knew where she was until one day before hi departure she showed up at home. She barge inside the house looking like she had gone mad, her hair was wild against the stormy wind, her eyes literally popping out of their orbs, her lips stretched to make a fake and scary grin, she was drunk and crazy. In that instant both Sasha and his father knew there was something wrong, he didn’t know how to use magic and his mother did, she had a stick in her hands and kept saying strange words and blasting things, Sasha and his father took cover until the boy found it in him to push his mother against a wall, she hit her head and passed out. He had to go to Beauxbatons, it was who he is, she made him that and now he had to learn how to manage it. He packed some of his belongings, bided good-bye to his father and left his mother a letter, he was going to change. He didn’t want the name Sasha anymore, he had always hated it, and from now on it was Eabon, prince of mischief and chaos. His ancestors owed him that much.

Personality:

Like any normal living creature Sasha had good things and bad things about himself, actually more bad things than good. He’s never had many friends, any for that matter but he’s almost sure that if he ever finds someone that he can relate to he will surely be a great friend, be there for everything. Despite being a very laid-off person Sasha has more feelings than he lets transpire, he doesn’t like to let other people see how he feels when he actually feels something because that way they can get to him and actually hurt him. The loves of his life are pranks, he actually lives with them, and not a day goes by without him making something to change the monotony of the place. Right now he’s unsure what to do because he’s just learned about his entire family history and so he’s still in shock, and trying to recover. Sasha also enjoys inventing new things, right now what he wants to do most is make new spells, he read in a wizard’s book that it was possible to actually create spells, which would be really interesting.

When he was back at home he also used to create small traps to get his enemies and even his parents, most of them consisted of animals, fruits, wood and rope. All in all he is a good kid with a bad ancestry, so it’s not really his fault. He hasn’t been that much around girls but at least he knows how to communicate with them, he doesn’t get cold feet or anything like that. He sticks up for himself when it’s needed but also gets into fights when he shouldn’t, he’s not the bright kind of kid though he uses his imagination a lot to get things done. He gets serious mood swings, his father said it was something that had to do with the mixture of his blood with his mothers. One minute he’s just feeling sweet and helpful and the next he’s just breaking everything in front of him for no reason at all. He doesn’t know how to control it though.

Sample Rp:

Eabon was getting his things packed, he just threw everything he could get his hands on into the trunk on his bed; however, he wasn’t sure he would need them. His mother wasn’t at home, she never was there when he needed her and he really did need her advice because he was going to a wizard’s school and that was totally new for him. Most of his attention was on the packing though he tried to be certain that nothing was left behind, but the little attention that he had left wondered where his mother had gone to. It had been three days since she didn’t show up at home and this would be the fourth. It wasn’t usual for her to leave the house and not inform someone of where she’s going… but this time there were other circumstances in cause.

There was a horrible storm coming their way, perhaps it would be best if Eabon left for the academy in the morning; it was still early but the sky outside was already black with darkness. He went downstairs skipping the stairs randomly and when he finally reached the bottom he turned to the kitchen, he was looking for his sunglasses and for his latest invention yet. It was a ring he had made out of plastic, it had a very allergic plant mixed with it and, whoever put it on would seriously need to go to the hospital. But for some reason just couldn’t find it right now.

He walked into the living room where his father sat reading the paper. He was just about to ask if he had seen the plastic object when the door that led to the street smashed open, gusts of wind entered the room and blew all the paper that were on the table to the floor. Both Eabon and his father used their arms to protect their faces, as he walked towards the door to close it, a familiar voice called for him. “Sasha.” Frowning he opened his eyes against the wind; it was his mother, Sylvania. Her hair looked wild as it accompanied the winds force, her eyes were popping out of their orbs, and a grin filled her face, that expression sent chills down his body. Eabon walked backwards. “It’s Eabon, mom.”

And he kept on walking backwards, on that instant she pulled a stick from her jacket and pointed it right at his chest; she had told him that the stick was called a wand, and that without it most wizards couldn’t get around at doing magical things at all. But he knew something was wrong, from the looks on his fathers face he knew it too. “Lay down, Sasha!” his father shouted, and he did as he was told. A flash of orange light filled the room, had he spared a second or two and he would have been hit. Crawling on the floor he moved to where his father was, behind the sofa; trying to take cover. All the while his mother laughed in a hysterical voice and the flashes of light just kept on coming and getting closer to their bodies.

He knew he had to do something, it was his mother but was she trying to kill him? He had to do it, his father had no magic in him; he had to do it. He got up and fixed his gaze on her body, he saw the stick be directed to his chest; it may have been pure fear, he didn’t know, but the only thing he knew was that a strong vibration rushed threw his body and his mother ended up against the wall. By the looks of it she hit her head and fainted.

“Go Sasha! Go now!!” his father shouted at him, he still couldn’t believe that he had hurt his own mother. While his father attended to her Eabon ran upstairs, grabbed his bag and wrote a small note on a piece of paper, it had to be short, he didn’t want her to wake up while he was still there, and what about dad? He thought but there was no time left. He left the small note on her bed and went running downstairs, his mother was still unconscious. “Dad, what…” but the look in his fathers’ eyes stopped him from speaking. The man loved his mother and he could see that from how he handled her, even when she had just tried to end his life.

Eabon nodded in acknowledgement and ran out of the room, but he then stopped and turned around to face his father once again. “Dad… thanks.” He didn’t want to go away like this but he had to go to this school. His father nodded and smiled. “Now go.” Eabon ran and never looked back.

I know you waited a long while, so I'll try to be fair in this...you have a lot of run on sentences. And I do mean a lot. You have commas were periods should be, and sometimes you'll have two or three good sized sentences smashed into one long winded sentence. Since you waited so long to be sorted, I'm going to ask you to fix only the run-ons in your Sample RP. I need to know that you know how to spot these mistakes and fix them, because while I read the entire thing it was difficult to follow due to all of the run on sentences. Please dont take out what I've written when you make your corrections.

EDIT: I really have no idea what a run-on sentence is, I tried googling it on the internet and I even tried to ask people about it but english is not my first language (I know you have nothing to do with that) and it was just a bit hard, confusing and annoying to try and understand what I was reading really meant. I adjusted a few things on the RP Sample; I really hope it's better and if it's not I'd be more than happy to edit it again. ^.^

There are a few still, but I applaude you for trying. I'll sort you anyway (because I think you did fix a few) and I'll send you a PM quoting parts of it to show you what I mean. I hope the PM I send will help a little more.

Must be Sournois

[isabellerosewood]

First Name: Isabelle

Last Name: Rosewood

Age: 17

Appearance: Isabelle has long, pale, blonde hair. Unless she's attending a party, she usually wears it messy and straight. She has fair skin, dark brown eyes, and slightly full pink-coral lips. She always wears a white gold chain with a white gold fang- the emblem of the Bloodkeepers -somewhere on her person, though usually around her neck.

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History: Isabelle is the daughter of Edmund Rosewood and Nicolette Laurent. Her father, Edmund, is the founder of the Bloodkeepers, an organization devoted to ensuring that vampires remain pure-blooded vampires (in other words, no mixed marriage with humans or other magical beings allowed). Some vampires admire Edmund, but most of the magical world views him with distaste for being elitist. Her mother, Nicolette, is a well-known French model. Both of her parents are members of noble vampire clans. Isabelle has been rejected and has "voluntarily departed" from many magic schools due to her weak ability to control her bloodlust. She briefly attended Hogwarts, and was present when the Chamber of Secrets was opened. Isabelle modeled for a short while, but gave up the profession due to constant comparisons with her mother. She plans to have her formal debut in vampire society this year.

Personality: Isabelle herself is pretty and intelligent, and a very loyal friend to those she judges worthy of her friendship. However, she can be snobby, and is often unable to control her bloodlust. In her spare time, Isabelle enjoys dancing, particularly ballet. She also likes to have a lot of attention from the male gender, both humans and vampires...though she loves to drink from the humans, which frequently gets her into trouble. Isabelle is very talented in luring humans to her. She also has the ability to summon storms. She cannot create potions to save her life, and it is her least favorite subject. Although she has excellent vampiric powers and can manipulate energy well, she is physically incredibly weak.

Sample Role Play:

Isabelle raised a delicate, pale hand to shade her face. She squinted in the red-gold light of the dying sun. Although she could not die in the sun, it still hurt her eyes. She was also exhausted- at home, she would just be getting up. Her maid, Jacqueline, would have laid Isabelle's breakfast on her bed: a tiny bit of chocolate, fresh strawberries, and crystal goblet of O- her favorite.
Here, Isabelle doubted they'd even serve blood to her, especially after the fiasco at Salem's...
Though that wasn't entirely her fault. James had simply been asking for it. And Isabelle wasn't one to refuse temptation...
She shook her head. It did no good remembering James. She was in a completely different country, thousands of miles away. He was already wrapped in another girl's arms.
Ignoring the rush of pain in her heart, Isabelle stepped into the Palace of Beauxbatons. Cool relief immediately overcame her. The sun could not reach her here. Pleased, she rubbed her arms, taking in the scenery around her.
The entrance hall was full of breathtaking blue and white marble. Candles shimmered in a stunning crystal chandelier above her head. A few meager rays of the sun managed to sneak through the thick blue velvet curtains, but overall, the curtains kept the wretched sun away.
Isabelle looked around, but curiously, there were no people present, let alone servants. She felt a pang of annoyance. Had they sent no one here to greet here? Aside from the affront that was- to let the daughter of Edmund Rosewood and Nicolette Laurent enter a new school without any sort of ceremony -there was no one to take her bags! She loved her expensive suitcases, but she never carried them herself. Jacqueline had unfortunately remained at home, as her mother had claimed that Jacqueline's skills would be wasted at Beauxbatons (this puzzled Isabelle, as Jacqueline was a top-notch maid, and Nicolette was a graduate of Beauxbatons). Isabelle didn't even have her valet with her.
Maybe everyone was at dinner?
Just then, Isabelle spotted a boy dashing up the Grand Staircase. He had silky black hair and dark blue eyes. Isabelle sniffed the air delicately. Under his musky cologne, she could smell a fantastic scent....O blood.
Isabelle smiled. She hadn't had breakfast yet.

If she's weak at controlling her bloodlust...she should be let into Beauxbatons....why?

[nicole]

First Name:
Nicole

Last Name:
Kemp

Age:
Seventeen

Appearance:


History:
Nicole was born in Germany, Frankfurt. Her family is a simple one, having a father and a mother who own an art gallery. Tabitha and Abe, both artists in the works. They used to travel the world. They moved around a lot, and after a couple of years, they wanted to settle down. Well, Tabitha wanted to settle down, and Abe agreed to do it. Her reason for it was her pregnancy. Nicole was in her belly. She was two months along when they got back to Germany. They've been trying to buy a store for a couple years before they got it. Nicole was two years old. In fact, it was her birthday when they got the phone call that they accepted their price on the building. Nicole sat down in a corner, strapped to a chair while they painted the building and set everything up. It took several days for them to finish, and years for them to become as successful as they hoped. They got their though. Today, their life is and easy one. They may not be rich, but they are pleased with their accomplishments.

They started giving Nicole a paint brush when she was five. She's been painting ever since. They gave her a lot of other things as well, but she only got well with the paints and colours. She can play a little bit of muggle sports, sports that her father loved dearly. Football (soccer), and badminton. These are all pretty pointless to her. Her mother is a witch, and a good one at that. She came to Beauxbatons herself. She was in Cossu, and she did her best. Her mother was a very accomplished woman, and Nicole loves her for that. For Nicole's tenth birthday, she received a broom. It was pretty special for her. She never got many chances to fly the thing though, but she got a few when her parents decided to take her on a 'hike' where no one would spot that. Nicole wasn't that bad, but she wasn't very talented on the broom either.

So through out her life, her parents threw everything at her. They were subtle at it too. They figured out Nicole's talents and weaknesses. They trusted her, believed everything they could in her. One day, when Nicole had stayed home for the day while her parents went to France for a some sort of conference, her house was invaded. It was broken in by a pair of hungry werewolves. The streets were empty and dark, and they must have seen a single light shimming out of her room. She was watching TV that night. She was attacked, but something had happened before they could finish her. She can't remember what happened. She was, after all, out cold, and all she remembers is her door breaking open and growling as they glided up the stairs.

Her parents came home the next morning. Her mother was the first to see her, and thankfully, she knew what had happened. She had freaked out, of course, but she gained control again after a moment, picked up her daughter, and set up her fireplace so they could use the floo network and take her to the nearest wizarding hospital. Her father had to stay back, and he was anxious. He was worried. His daughter was cut all over her back, and he had to wait for his wife to take her to the hospital. Even today, her scratches remain on her back. Her lower back. They simply cannot be removed, so every month, on the night of a full moon, Nicole would turn into a dog. This was a year and a half before she got accepted into Beauxbatons.

Personality:
Easy going and clumsy, Nicole is almost your average girl. She can tend to be a bit lazy, or just unwilling. She often doesn't do her homework just because she'd rather be doing something else. She's not a very smart girl. She's not really stupid though. She knows how to defend herself and tell her story. She knows how to fight back. Usually, she uses words. Words that would sting or bring down a person. Words that would make the other dumbfounded. She may not be smart, but she has logic and wit. Can't argue with logic. She's not afraid to bring attention to herself either. She would yell at a person if she gets agitated. She would ignore anyone who looks at her for yelling.

She's rather ignorant. She doesn't read any newspapers or magazines, so if some dark wizard as killing muggles everywhere, Nicole wouldn't notice until someone told her directly. She also has a habit of not listening to some people. It annoys them, obviously, but if she is painting something, and someone talks on while she's doing so, she'll simply nod her head and reply when she thinks it's necessary. Someone asks her a question, and she'll look up and say 'what?'. So the point, she's not very social. She's often sunken into her own world. She doesn't run in circles asking everyone 'whats up' or 'hows it going'. She talks when spoken to, unless she's doing something before hand.

Nicole can be feisty at times, but mostly she's easy going and careless. She'd trip over her own feet when she's not watching where she's going. Nicole's best feature is her art. She knows how to paint, and she's been painting ever since she was five. She takes her art too serious sometimes. She'd often let it get in the way with relationships. Sometimes its a good thing that she's taking it serious, but she's taking it to another level. She's always got her parents store in mind. Will she take it over when they get old? Or will she find something else to do? She often cares less about the past, ignores the present, and worries about her future. People tell her this often.

Sample RP:
Nicole sat in her new dorm, leaning back on the wall behind it and with her feet propped up on the fluffy blankets. It felt truly warm and comfortable here. She was finally at the school she's been waiting half her life to get in. Beauxbatons. She orange sun light was shining dully on her face. Her trunk beside her laid unpacked as her arm rested on it. What time was it? It must have been seven in the morning. She had forgotten her watch at home. She knew she was forgetting something. She has probably left more than a few things at home. She'll have to send and owl to her mother. She'd be pleased. She had told her over and over again to send her a letter when she got there. Maybe she took her watch so that Nicole would send a letter about that. What a woman.

She sighed, breathing in the cool air that the breeze carried to her face. She was here now, and it was time to get settled. She watched the light curtains dance in the wind for a moment. She could get used to this. This was certainly more grand that it was at home. Not that there was anything wrong with her room at home. It was exactly the way she wanted it. She felt ... noble. She doesn't know why. She licked her imperfect lips and pushed herself off her bed. She wanted to unpack. She got sorted into her house, which she didn't think was much of a surprise, and she felt welcome. No one pulled her and told her welcome or anything, but she didn't feel shunted either.

So who was her dorm mate going to be? She stood up and stretched, and then duck down to open her trunk. She pulled out several pairs of jeans, dozens of shirts, and a hell of a lot of underwear. She shoved them into a drawer that was already in her dorm, not even thinking of organizing it more properly. She pulled out a portrait of her family, of her red head mother and her father who had jet black hair. She was squeezed between them, wearing a silly blue suit. From the looks of it, they were pajamas. She was probably six years old in this picture.

Turing around, Nicole walked over to her bed again, and pulling out various of small things from her trunk and placing them where they belonged before shoving it under her bed. She pulled herself back on her bed and flopped back, and closed her eyes. She was tired. She had been up all night looking out the carriage and watching the things below flying passed. She was tired. Now she slept.

I'll put her in Cossu, but I do hope that you develop her more. It really looks like you just took the description of the house and made a character only from that, and that gives me the impression that you didn't really try to be creative with her. So try to get her to grow when you RP her, please. If you take this out, I will know.

Must be Cossu