Sorting (Term Ten)

[navybrat1994]

First Name:Laurie
Last Name: Lisbeth
Age:14
Appearance:Hayden Panetierre
History:
Laurie was born in Dundee, Scotland on March 21, 1993, to two muggles, Paula and Michael Lisbeth. She moved to Montrose, Scotland at five years old, because she would be living closer to her grandparents would live closer and both her mother and father had jobs. Her mother worked a beauty salon, and her father worked in a bank.

Her mother died when she was eight years old and her father got remarried to Selena Bousier, now called Selena Bousier-Lisbeth, a year later. She has two seven-year-old twin sisters named Alexis and Riley from her mother, and a five-year-old half-brother named David, from Selena.

Laurie had a happy childhood, until her mother died. Her mother took her to the park around the corner, her favorite place ever, every day until she was five, when they moved to Montrose, where her new favorite place, the beach, took over. Her mother took her swimming, they built sandcastles, collected seashells, and did many other things while at the beach. She loved it there.

As much as Laurie liked Selena, she could never bring herself to love her. She was only eight when her mother died, and she and her sisters spent a lot of time at their grandparent's house while her dad worked. She got really close to her grandfather in that time, and then when he died, right before her father met Selena at the funeral and she helped him cope, and Laurie was devastated. She felt hollow inside, with her mother and grandfather both gone, she felt like she should never get close to anyone ever again.

On her eleventh birthday, when Laurie received her letter, her father almost had a heart attack. He'd always known she was special, but not like this this. He'd been rminded of something she'd done as a child. Her father explained that when Laurie was about five years old, she'd wanted a cookie from the plate of cookies her mother had made, but her parents hadn't let her, not wanting to spoil her appetite. She'd stared at the plate, before a cookie flew off the plate and into her little waiting hand. Her father had seen it and was pale, but had convinced himself that it was a coincedence. It had to have fallen off.

Laurie's little siblings were sad though. If she attended Hogwarts, she wouldn't be at home during the year, she would be there. The only time they would see her was summer and Christmas. David had even burst out crying.

Laurie had decided to attend Hogwarts, though. It was a chance for her to prove herself, and learn new things. And she alway liked learning new things.

In her first through third years at Hogwarts, Laurie made many friends, and did very well in her classes. She was sorted into Ravenclaw in her first year, and felt like she fit in. She was worthy of this house, with her brains and felt like she truly belonged. It was the happiest feeling of her life. It didn't last long, though. Something happened to her. Something so bad, she was forced to move to France and attend Beauxbatons Academy.

Laurie had mae an enemy at Hogwarts. She hadn't knwn this person could be so crazy, so evil, but they murdered her father, he grandmother, and every other relative she had, apart from her siblings. But the worst thing was, she had to go to a foster home, and be split up from her siblings. It was horrible, ad now she was wondering what Beauxbatons was going to be like.

Personality:
Laurie is a quiet and shy person. She paid more attention to learning than friendship, so she's never really had many friends, but she decided to change all that before she attended Hogwarts.

When at Hogwarts, Laurie opened up. She still worked hard on her schoolwork, but she made friends, and she asserted herself more. She was always condfident with herself and had self-respect.

Laurie cared about everyone and everything. She always helps someone or something in need, no matter what. She is also always sympathetic when something bad happens to someone. She tries to soothe and help the people.

Laurie is always polite to everyone. She also always respects her elders. Laurie is also stubborn. When she thinks she's right about something, she will argue her point, but if it gets too bad, she'll let the other person win, even if she thinks she's correct.
Sample RP:
Laurie walked up the street, eager to see the friends she was meeting here. Her best friends from school who she hadn't seen since the last day. She was meeting them in Diagon Alley. She walked past all the stores, doing a little window shopping, and saw the perfect ink. It switched from color to color and she knew she had to have it. She walked into the store and grabbed some, but there was no one at the counter. She waited patiently for a few minutes, but no one came out. She looked around the store more, but she was getting a little impatient. "Is anybody here?" she asked . No one answered her. She looked into the door behind the counter and saw a show on the floor. Curious, she jumped over the counter and opened the door.

Laurie wasn't prepared for what she saw next. She screamed when she saw a man with red hair on the floor with blood trickling out of his mouth. Then a hand gripped her shoulder. She turned around and someone who looked identical to him looked at her. She screamed again and turned around. The man wasn't on the floor anymore. She turned to look the the man who had put a hand on her shoulder, and now there were two of them. She screamed once more and they burst out laughing. She stared at them for a couple of seconds and just stood there. They held up a sign that said, Welcome to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!

This is Beauxbatons, not Hogwarts. So...what happened to make her leave Hogwarts and go to Beauxbatons?

*Sorry, I used this application for a Hogwarts site, too, and forgot to chnge it but I have modified the history to say why she moved to Beauxbatons

Careful not to make her too perfect.

Must be Cossu

[|> kirk trey <|]

First Name: Kirk
Middle Name: Kirk Trey has no middle name.
Last Name: Trey
Nick Names: Krik (people spell it wrong constantly), Trey (people get his last name confused with his first constantly).
Age: Fifteen.
Ticklish? Very.
Appearance: No scars. No abnormal body features. Hairless chest (noticeable when swimming, etc) and he tries to stay clean shaven most of the time. Kirk Trey’s height is currently five feet and seven inches. He will soon get taller as he is only fifteen years old. His weight is roughly a hundred and seventeen pounds. Hair color is black and clearly shades down his dark green eyes.

Slowly throughout his time in the school his personality will change and his clothing style will change to reflect it. He constantly changes his clothing style from time to time. Not to stay at the top of male fashion or try new things out, just what he personally feels like. He actually gives thought into what he wears unlike most guys who just through on their clothing or wear the same shirt three days in a row.
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Personality: Kirk Trey has a tricky and a one of a kind personality. He is brilliantly gifted in magic as he'll find out throughout his time at school. But slowly realizes what he is learning is not enough for him. He senses a craving for a darker side of magic, he wants more power. He will become addicted to magic and crave understanding of the dark arts which he'd be severely unsuccessful at gaining access to much information within to the knowledge level he wants. He quickly signed up for the Dark Arts class out of curiosity and is frankly glad he has done so.

He'd stay up late hours practicing his spells to master them. He won't get it the first time usually, he never knew of magic before this school. But, slowly he'd get better. But his curiosity will end up getting the best of him.

As Kirk grows with the school he will not realize his personality turning darker. Within a few months at Beauxbatons it can be suspected that Kirk Trey will be trying to learn the origin of some magical words so he can master the power to combine the streams of words (which he'd realize doesn't work so well).
Family: Kirk Trey comes from a small family that is unknown to the general public. He is the first person in his family to ever gain magical powers.
Mother: Adria Nir Trey
Father: Scott Frey Trey
Father's side:
Grandfather: Kirk Les Trey
Grandmother: Annie Trey (has no middle name).

He never met his mother's parents. His grandmother (dads father) died in child birth. His grandfather raised his dad single.

Kirk Trey is named after his grandfather who had the same first and last name. Kirk Trey's parents never wrote down a middle name for him or ever thought of giving him one. However, his grandfather was shot to death (wrong place wrong time) a few weeks before Kirk Trey was born. Because of his grandfather dying, it made his parents change their mind on his naming. The young Mr. Trey has no cousins, aunts, uncles, or siblings, he only had his parents and Mr. and Mrs. Glass.
History: Kirk Trey went to a private muggle school, an expensive one to be honest. His parents couldn’t afford the school. The school didn’t offer scholarships, nor did the young Trey have to work for it. His parents are good friends of the Glass family, a wealthier couple that took a heart to the family and young Kirk. They paid for his education, school books, and meals at the school. Both Mr. Glass and Mrs. Glass had a high quality education and were both more than happy to help the young Kirk with his school work.

His parents however had a hard life. Weak education, their parents hardly had money, and it forced them to go to work at an early age. Kirk is their only child, they were only able to afford a single child. He was growing up in a world with technological advances. At home he’d never learn the advances except when he asked the Glass family. He lived in the guest house, two bedrooms, tiny, with his parents. Mrs. Glass allowed his parents to stay there. They never made enough funding to live in a decent neighborhood.

Mr. Glass actually encouraged them to stay for Kirk’s sake, for Kirk can get a quality education. This meant the world to the Trey’s. Even though Kirk was getting a quality education, he was also getting more then the Glass family paid for, a quality beating every morning before school. He never had spending money. His parents couldn’t afford it. He never wanted to ask the Mr. or Mrs. Glass for money. He didn’t exactly understand how this so-called ‘money’ thing worked.

Kirk Trey's first experience of magic was when he was twelve years old. Some older kids were pushing him around in the play yard at the school he went to before the school day officially started. He was teased like this nearly every day for how he dressed, that his uniform was torn, old, and from a used clothing store. He never had technology, his access to things were different then most of his classmates.

The kids that were bullying him started hitting him, harder than normal. He collapsed to the grass. He started to cry and wished he could be anywhere else. He closed his eyes whispering his wish over and over, "Anywhere else but here...anywhere", with a loud crack he was down the street, curled up on the sidewalk.

He slowly stood up, looking around to see what happened. He didn't realize what exactly happened so he ran home.

The last report that was sent to his parents after he left the school (at the age of twelve) stated he barely passed. But, that he had a brilliant mind and very open. He accepted friendships with people of all types.

About a year (almost fourteen years old) after his leaving of the private school, an owl flew into the owner's living room, where his parents, Kirk, and the owners were eating finger foods and talking. This freaked out both of the women. The men sat there, staring in confusion. Kirk jumped up, "Oh, cool!"

A series of events were laid out before him. It took an official to come down to the house (the Glass family house of course) to convince his parents and his godparents to let him go to a magical school and learn to use his gift. Since he was of muggle origin, his family was made sure that there was a fund for muggle origin kids so he can get his supplies and get ready for school

History with Sandra: Sandra was one of his closest friends while growing up. He may have flashbacks to his times to Sandra. They known each other since seven, they met at a local park that Kirk used to go to with his dad and their relationship grew from there.

He wears his best friend's bracelet (whom recently passed away), he didn't attend her funeral, and his starting day at Beauxbatons is the funeral. He would be quick to jump in a new friendship, but nobody will ever take Sandra's place.
Habits: When Kirk Trey has a necklace on he'd constantly push the necklace up to his lips and bite on it, twisting it, dropping it.

Kirk has a habit of tapping his left foot when bored.

Kirk has an addiction to Dr. Pepper.

Kirk is over curious, this is mainly due to him being Muggle Born and the magical world is completely new.
Note: Kirk Trey is left hand dominant, but can write with his right hand as well. He also doesn't know just yet what classes he'd excel at or what he'd fail at. He is muggleborn, but with a personality that will turn dark to his craving for more power. Of course this will be limited due to nobody can be god like. He'd get spells wrong, practice, etc.
Sample RP: “Remember when we were kids?” a young man muttered to himself as he sat near the ancient tree stump in the outskirts of his home. “I hope your mom lets you come,” he continued to speak to himself. His tone was a bit hesitant, but clearly nervous. It has been nearly forever since he risked something such as this. He couldn't afford trouble. His parents couldn’t handle trouble.

As he sat on the grass, he glanced at the bracelet he gave Sandra a long while ago, smiling at it remembering how he got it. As he left to take a trip Mr. Glass offered him, his friend couldn't come. His eyes closed as he slipped into a flashback of his time with Sandra.

“Kirk! Stop!” almost immediately Kirk jerked his head back as he was leaving, seeing a little girl chase after him, Sandra. Though the two were of different social classes (Kirk luckily in the higher caste), he didn’t let that bother him, he thought of Sandra as a sister, he will continue to think of it as that. Kirk fully turned his body around spreading out his arms to catch Sandra.

“Heya there Sandra, what up?” Sandra’s eyes sparkled as she looked up after Mr. Kirk Trey spoke, he knew what she wanted. “I can’t take you Sandra. You should know I can't. I'd fear for myself, but not only me, but you. You and I both know this is my journey."

Sandra’s eyes still glittered as tears dropped from them. She held up her arm, showing a bracelet, Kirk grasped it lightly. “Take it Kirk to protect you, it is part of you. You need whole you.” Kirk understood what she said and took it. He placed his hand over the bracelet, slowly closing his eyes. It was a part of his soul. Kirk knew there was more in it, the memories his friend shared with the bracelet, he now had something joyful, full of happiness to look to when he needed a story, a memory not his own. Sandra though as well.

He paused, as his eyes opened once again, he threw the bracelet in the water, "I'll miss you Sandra," he sighed. There was the end, his eyes closed once again, he threw his back down into the grass. His hands moved to shield the sun from his eyes, he fell deep into thought. He was starting an adventure. His first term about to start. He’ll miss his best friend’s funeral. She’d want me to do this, to get into this place…she’ll forgive me in paradise, he told himself several times over in his mind the same words.
RP samples: I have more if you need more. :].

To be honest, this was difficult to read because it was in such a confusing order. One thing I must point out though: your personality is written in an...interesting way. You describe what he will be, not what he is right now. In fact, I had to figure that out from reading the history. I will sort him based on how he is now and not what he will become, because thats how sortings work. The last and smallest thing is that I dont think any school would send someone out to convince parents to allow their kids to go to a magic school...I know they did it for Harry Potter, but as we know Harry Potter was a very different and special case. I cant seem them doing it for everyone, though.

Must be Rouerie

[Sekai Akaji]

First Name: Sekai
Last Name: Akaji
Age: 16
Appearance:



History:
The Akaji Family:
The Akaji family a well known family in the japanese ninja underground, who used magic combined with their stealth, weapons, and techniques, to complete various assassinations on high priority members of society across the world. This, in turn, sky rocketed the clans popularity, making them a bigger target. The actual legacy started with a family member by the name of "Jayak Akaji" who had attended both Trio's Hogwarts along with Durmstrang, who had finally ended up here in Beauxbaton, where he had finished the rest of his schooling and left. This paved the way for more magically trained ninja as it offered the family a safe place to practice learning how to utilize magic.

Sekai, born 1991, October 20th, started life as any other child, the first six years of his life were spent care free as any child would be, playing, making friends, having fun just like a normal child. After his seventh birthday his training began on the path of the ninja and samurai, his father made sure that Sekai would have the best training and morals any person on the earth would have. His father trained him in the techniques of a ninja's stealth, weapons, and techniques, while instilling the honorable code of the shogun into Sekai. His father conditioned Sekai holding off the enrollment into Beauxbaton until he was absolutely sure Sekai could stand on his own feet without the help of others.

On Sekai's sixteenth birthday he was given various non-descript items to be used at Beauxbaton, as the end of the day drew near his father had finally handed Sekai his invitation to Beauxbaton. This in the world of the Akaji family, was, a right of passage, one would say, like gaining a new rank in a nations army, he was finally going to learn this 'magic'. So starts a new legacy, the legacy of "Sekai Akaji".

Personality:
Despite the fact that he indeed is a ninja, Sekai is quite social, though he keeps an agenda, one hidden to himself that no one ever knows as every ninja would. He prides honor loyalty, and above all, respect for both friends, neutral, and enemy, a benefit of the code of the samurai installed in him. When he listens to someone, he does not just hear what they are saying, but Sekai analyzes what anyone says, why they say it, how they say it and what they mean by it, his caring nature coupled with his ability to do much more than hear what someone is saying, makes him a good person to talk to. Not to mention his fierce loyalty to his friends making him an even better person to talk to in confidence.

Sekai keeps a cool head in a heated situation, able to thoroughly think through any and every situation using his intellect to get himself out of sticky situations using either words or actions. Sekai also is a cheerfully optimistic person not afraid to go over to a person who is currently being ignored by everyone else and make a new friend. Though behind the cheery optimistic mask, he hides feelings of pain, torment, anguish, etc, to himself not wishing to spoil the mood of everyone else viewing it as rude to do so.

Though he may have a cool head and a long fuse normally, when he does get mad, he gets extremely mad due to the built up emotions and held in feelings. Though this does not happen to often, but enough so that it's not rare. Not to mention his ability to hold on to grudges depending on the person and what he or she has done, a grudge could last until the other person or himself apologizes or forever.

Due to his outwardly warm affection as a, 'mask' so to speak, he is a normally cautious person when coming to social interaction, in such that he does not choose to go around making friends normally keeping to himself. Seika does not give out trust like candy either. He reserves it for those who prove to him that they are worthy of it, even those he calls 'friends' may or may not have earned his trust.

Though he does have a high sense of self-worth he does not spare words for anyone, so long as he doesn't view it as endangering himself he will tell a person the truth with no sugarcoat. This of course can be a very good thing, but normally it is not, as his words make others view him as 'High and Mighty' with little to no respect to those around him. This also often lands him in sticky situations with people of all kinds, women, and male both. With his lack of want to actually lie to someone, coupled with his cheery optimism makes his social life a bit more difficult.

Sample RP:

It was a cool full moon lit night, the stars dotted the sky while the inverse of the sun held it's place amongst the start. The breeze blew gently in the cool quiet night carrying sounds of nesting birds, chirping crickets, and more of the 'wild life' that lay around his mountain side house. Sekai, who stood at the top of this moutain side house, had his eyes closed meditating slightly, as he did every night before bed. He took the troubles of the day, and threw them off the side of his house that stood on the side of a mountain.

Indeed there were few things plaguing this young man, he was more excited than annoyed by the troubles of his day. It was the night of his sixteenth birthday, his father had just given Sekai his invitation to Beauxbaton. His right of passage, his father was proud of him, this showed that Sekai was able to venture out to an unknown world on his own. It showed he could stand on his own feet without the real need of help from anyone, Sekai was proud of himself. The nine years of training payed off, he was finally going to a school to learn magic, he would be leaving the next day, on the train, to the school.

A small smile came across his lips before hearing a rustle a few stories down looking over the side of the roof. An even bigger smile crossed his lips as he saw his older brother, "Jayak, you're awake." muttering to himself before flipping forward off the roof landing behind his brother. "Leaving again, Jayak?" Seika spoke with the big grin across his face as jayak turned smiling patting Seika's head. "I'm proud of you Seika, do good in school, make me proud and don't ruin my name kiddo." Jayak laughed before running off jumping off the side of the mountain disappearing in the night.

Seika sighed but smiled at the same time, "I won't let you down..." muttered Seika as he turned looking down taking a few steps before bumping into the door forgetting to open it as his mind was elsewhere. He opened the door stepping into the house closing the door behind him, everyone was asleep, and he should have been as well. But he could not sleep so he trudged up to his room up step after step before plopping down and laying on his back on his bed thinking of the day ahead slowly drifiting off to sleep having dreams about the future ahead of him...

*I apologize if the history is not long enough I will gladly fix that if need be.*

I'm going to have to ask you to add more to the personality. You give some flaws (two mainly) but you make one so that it doesnt happen often and the other so that its still easy to mask (as it seems apparent he's good at masking his emotions and putting up a facade). Please, make him seem more real by adding more flaws. You give too many overly perfect things in his personality to allow only two small faults.

*Apologizes for the inadequate amount of faults, this is the first time I've used the personality template, there was a normal personality template I used to use but i decided to change it up this time, if my changes are not enough, then I will gladly change the whole personality area.*

Must be Sournois

[HYO JOON NAM]

First Name:

Kisa Valentina

Last Name:

Kissin

Age:

16

Appearance:

History:

Even though Nikolai Kissin was (and still is) married to Beatrice, he had a “small” fling with a Japanese beauty called Sayuri. As a result of this, Sayuri ended up pregnant. When Nikolai found out about this, he told her to give the baby his last name no matter what. Sayuri agreed, though only after Nikolai promised to give her her very own mansion in France plus give monthly money to her as well, to raise the baby. Everything went just fine and perfectly and a healthy baby girl was born on 18th October 1991.

When Kisa turned four, Sayuri gave birth to another child whom she named Kana. Even though the girls had different fathers, Kisa still loved Kana like they would be totally the same blood. She looked after her and pretty much spent all her time with Kana. When Kana turned two, Kisa being only six, they found out that Kana had the Schilder’s disease. They found out about it too late and about after a year Kana died. Kisa was then 7 years old and it made her feel awfully heartbroken, even though she was still so young.

Kisa still had a happy childhood in the end. Her mother raised her alone, Nikolai visiting them a few times in a year, but no more than that. The girl really wasn’t even fond of her father, even though he did bring her great gifts always, but that didn’t melt her heart to him. Not that she was that fond of anyone anyway. Only if her mother told her to be nice, she acted all sweet and kind, but in her mind she might have even cursed the person to hell. It was hard to notice though whether she was sincerely being kind or just acting it.

Even though Geishas aren’t that often seen in Japan anymore, Sayuri was one herself. It was more like a hobby to her than a real job. She just entertained some tourists (Nikolai for example, as well as Kana’s father Kyousuke) and that was about it. Still she taught all the stuff she had learned to her daughter. Also Kisa learned to play konghou (Chinese harp) which she plays even now every time something is bothering her or if she’s feeling sad. It’s what she’s good at and pretty much the only time when she can be her normal self without pretending anything else. She’s also good with some other musical instruments such as piano. Her whole age she has loved music a lot, and since she’s also rather creative, she sometimes comes up with her own small songs which she never plays afterwards though nor tells to anyone at all. It’s just something she loves to do, but is not willing to share.

Sayuri was a pureblood, but since her grandmother had been a seer, Kisa had a possibility to get some of those abilities as well; and she did. Kisa isn’t able to use her powers whenever she wants, but it just happens randomly. Sometimes there might be even months when nothing is happening and then all of sudden she might get a vision again. But her ability really isn’t that strong that a normal seer has which bothers her a lot since she wishes to be more powerful.

Kisa went to a muggle school which was actually an all-girl private school. It was expensive, but Nikolai paid for it, even though he had been strongly against it first (because he hates muggles). So until now she’s been in the muggle school, but now Sayuri decided that it’s her time to go to learn some magic. Therefore she was sent to Beauxbaton. And she was very thrilled about this as she really wanted to learn magic plus was bored being in all-girl school. That’s why Beauxbaton sounded just like heaven to her.

Personality:

Like said in the history, Kisa can pretend to be sweet and kind. She’s quite good at acting. Though, it’s not like she’s all evil. She actually can be a very nice person at times, especially towards her friends. She’s also very loyal and strongly defends those whom are precious to her if needed. Even though at times she’s bit full of herself, she hates other people whom are like that. She absolutely hates it when something doesn’t go the way she wants it to and often acts like a spoiled little kid when it comes to that.

Kisa can also be rather sarcastic. Actually, she quite often is. Sometimes you can’t be sure if she says something nice to you, like; “cute shirt” [or something like that] if she really meant it or if she actually absolutely hates it. And like said, she does this VERY often. Therefore most people thinks she’s just annoying and spoiled little brat. Perhaps she is. She’s lived comfortable wealthy life so it’s easy to turn that way, isn’t it? She often even herself admits that she’s spoiled, but doesn’t mind it at all.

If a random person would have to say whether Kisa is more evil than kind, they would probably say evil which would mean that they just don’t know her enough well. It’s not like she bullies people or anything after all. She really has a good heart in the end and she just wants to try her best at everything she does. She’s optimistic and always tries to see the good sides. Kisa never wants to hurt anyone (not too much at least unless they are her enemy), even though it might seem like she’s a badass girl. Sure she wants to be the number one at everything, but she won’t do just anything to gain that spot… though that’s mostly because she can be rather lazy at times.

Also, Kisa isn't THAT intelligent (not stupid either). Sure she knows basic stuff and etc., but she surely isn't getting A's from every single class she's in. She isn't much fond of studying and she also has quite bad memory so she feels like she shouldn't even bother to read anything; she will just forget most of it after couple hours anyway. Though, she does remember things better when she sees them and is able to practice; just listening and reading wont help.

Sample RP:

After having a couple of prefects show her around the castle, the young Asian looking girl was finally directed back to her house’s chamber and she directly went into her dorm. Right away she fell down on her bed, feeling slightly tired after the long trip. She let out a soft yawn, stretched her arms towards the ceiling before already closing her eyes, thinking that just for a second, though before she realized, she already fell into sleep. Yes, she was the type of person whom was able to fall asleep right away when she just closed her eyes. This is why she often also fell asleep in the middle of a class.

After about an hour and half the girl finally woke up to a knocking noise. Tiredly she opened her eyes, rubbed them slightly before finally rising to sit and checking out her watch. Still being half asleep, she scratched the back of her head before realizing that someone still was knocking on her dorm’s window which why she turned to look towards it, only to notice a small owl with an envelope in their mouth. Kisa didn’t freak out since the owl was actually her mother’s which why she just smiled warmly and already stood up, making her way over the window. Calmly she pushed the window open, taking the envelope from the small owl.

”Good job, Aya.” She said before taking a small pet treat from her pocket and giving it to the owl. “There you go! Have a safe trip.”

She said, still having a soft smile on her face before already watching the owl fly towards the clear blue sky. Kisa let out a small sigh, not bothering to close the window since it was warm weather anyway (and because she was feeling lazy). She took a few steps away from the window until starting to open the envelope, taking the letter from there and starting to read it.

Hello dear,

Is everything going well?
How are you?
What have you been up to?
Is it nice out there?
Do you need anything or did you forget something? I can send it to you. Anything you need.
Please send me a letter back ASAP when you get this, alright?

Love,

Your mother

PS. Remember to eat properly, ok?

Talk about overly worried mother here. Her mother really did get way too worried always if Kisa left from home for longer than just a few days. Therefore she wasn’t surprised at all that she had gotten a letter already even though she had only been in Beauxbaton for a few hours. Well, it only meant that Sayuri cared about her and Kisa knew that she didn’t mean anything bad. Besides it wasn’t even bothering her that her mother was sending her letters; not every child had a caring mother, so she always considered herself lucky. Sure she was bit spoiled kid and was often full of herself, but she did appreciate things she already had. A lot. She wasn’t that childish. Well, enough of this rubbish talk.

Kisa didn’t have that good memory (quite bad actually) which why she wrote a small note to herself which said “Remember to write to mum” and she put it on her bedside table before she sat down on her bed once again, pondering what to do next. She hadn’t unpacked her stuff yet, but she decided to do that bit later. She was supposed to have some dorm mates and just thinking this made her wonder what kind of person or persons she would meet. Well, she didn’t have much other choice except to wait; they should be coming soon.

Must be Rouerie

[gentlevoice]

First Name: Georgiana

Last Name: Marcheline

Age: 16

Appearance:

She has s oft, romantic brown eyes and long soft brown curly hair that always seems to set perfectly over her shoulders. She is about 5 foot 7 and very slender. She is not very athletic in the least.

History:

Georgie was Born December 17th 1992 in Paris France to a very well known Family. Her mother, Dame Vivianne Marcheline was well known for her kindness and beauty. She didn't Work but spent her days with her daughter, and lending a hand in various charities in which she got her well known kindness. Her Father Martin Marcheline, was a very wealthy banker. He owned a chain of banks all around England which consisted of 12 or so banks. He was a fairly sweet man although having so much responsibility to his jobs, Georgie didn't get to see him as often as she would have liked. All the same Georgie grew up in a loving home. She spent her days with private tutors, taking Piano lesson, Ballet, Art and of course etiquette. She loved them all, even her daily lessons but the one thing she didn't get the chance to take proper lessons in was the one thing she wanted the most, to cook.


Her mother thought it just made her even more special then she already was, her father on the other hand was horrified. She was the first wizard in her family. So the loving home she had known before the news of her abilities was slipping away. Her mother, feeling she needed guidance that neither she, nor her husband could fulfill, sent there beautiful daughter of to Beauxbatons. The fact that her father could never accept that she was different hurt her deeply. Magic or no magic she was still her fathers daughter. But being a quiet lady, she never said a word. While she was learning at school her parents were fighting a war against each other at home. Not just because of Georgie, they had been having problems Georgie's whole life but were smart enough to keep there daughter in the dark.

Personality:

Georgiana, Or Georgie as she would prefer, Is a very quiet,reserved young woman. She doesn't say much, but when she does, it is usually full of meaning.. Very powerful. She isn't one to interact with people unless they approach her. It isn't personal, She just doesn't know how, Especially when it comes to the opposite sex. She does what she is told... to an extent. She refuses to " go with the crowd " She is an individual and a loyal friend. She would give the shirt off her back to anyone in need ( just a figure of speech) She LOVES LOVES LOVES books. Reading is her passion along with cooking and baking. She is the poster child for overachieving. She is very precise in everything she does. She is not athletic in the least.

She has a hidden desire. Something she would never dare do. It is something her mother and father would be utterly ashamed of.. it's many things.. She wants to run through the halls laughing, she want to have fun with out being ashamed. She NEVER wants to wear heals again and she LOVES bright colors! But she wouldn't dare do it, many have tried to break her out of her shell... but failed.. CAN YOU GET HER TO BREAK OUT?

Sample RP:

-Sigh-

Georgie's Green eyes opened to reveal the boring top of her four poster bed. Her lashes fluttered as she looked around her room. It was the same scene she saw everyday. NOTHING ever changed. Her long brown curls laid sped out over her satin pillow. Her large down comforter was in a bundle between her knees. The sun shone through her lace window coverings and lit up her soft pail features. Gracefully she lifted her arms over her head as far as she could reach, and stretched her body. As she sat up her soft curls bounced to life and her eyes sparkled as a new day began.

She looked around, trying her best to wake up. Her room was spotless as it always was. Everything had its place. A small smile fluttered across her face. That was something she could always count on. Consistency! Her life was nothing but consistent. Her parents demanded it. It was OK. It was what she had grown accustomed to. One large trunk sat neat and tidy against her closet ready to be filled with all her things for school. It was beautiful, Sliver and lavender, with her name engraved on the top. It was a gift from her father. She ran her fingers lightly over the lavender edges and smiled.

As she opened her door, all the noise came whooshing in like a horrible Earthquake.

" How do you know, You're Never here. She has worked so hard to get your attention, she has done everything you ask, And you think that giving her a stupid trunk and leaving before she even wakes up is OK."

" I can not stay, I have business to attend to, you act as if I will never see her again. Listen dear, she knows I love her, and you but I work as hard as I do to keep us living in this very comfortable lifestyle."

" Well I would gladly give it all back and live in an old shack and have my husband next to me at the dinner table then eat sleep and LIVE alone."

" Don't you think you might be over doing it a bit. Look I will be back in a few days. Tell her I love her and to write. I love you Vi."

She let out a sigh and went back to her room. This was not a surprise, she thought as she pulled on her blue jeans and fitted shirt. She barely saw her dad, and when she did he was either working in his office or fighting with her mom. So needless to say Today, The day in which she would go off to her school, her home away from home, Was a most celebrated day in her life.

She went about her morning neatly placing the piles of folded cloths, books, and everything else she would be needing into her trunk. Everything was going OK so far. She had Pushed the fact that her father didn't even say goodbye into the back of her mind and things seemed fine as they always did in the sunny part of Georgie's mind.

" Mum have you seen my red and black striped sweater, you know the one that ties in the front with the buttons? I need it for school Its my favorite."

As she yelled out the door to her mother who was down stairs, she heard the tapping of her mothers heals on the mahogany hard wood steps. she never had to sneak around she could always hear her mother coming by the sound of her shoes. She didn't take them off until climbing in bed. Vivianne peeked her head around the corner into her daughters room. Resting her body on the frame of the door.

" You know how I feel about the yelling, it's just not proper. Anyways, it's on the coat rack by the door. Don't forget to pack your heals dear, one should always look her best NO MATTER WHAT!"

She smiled and left the room. With a sigh and a shake of her head she let out a small giggle.

As she closed her trunk and grabbed her packed book bag she took one last look at her mono colored room and bid it fare-well... And good riddance.[/b]

She's borderline perfect. Which isn't good, no one is perfect right? lol

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[astridmaye]

First Name:Astrid-Maye
Middle Name: Nanette
Last Name: Barret
Age: 15

Appearance:

History:

Astid-Maye was born on June 22, 1993, during the summer solstice at noon, at the Tropic of Cancer. She has taken after her mother as a hereditary witch, but her father was a normal man with normal dreams and aspirations, leaving her as only a half-blood. When her father, Adrien, found out about her mother, Odette, and herself being a witch, he left them broke, and alone when she was only a year old. Astrid-Maye grew up in the country of southern France, while her mother got work by being a house-maid, or a cook, or sometimes a gardener. Her mother always tried her best to work and earn money to feed and take care of Astrid, while also trying to bring her into her powers slowly. Astrid-Maye was only three when she first let her powers out. Her mother had been holding her next to a pond at one of the houses she worked at. Some of her employers were kind enough to let her and her daughter stay in the servants’ quarters, or in the guests’ houses while she work. Astrid wanted to see the fish beneath the murky, blue surface. She did a simple levitation spell by only looking at the water, and two fish appeared in a bubble of water, floating above the pond, trying to escape. When one bumped against the side of the bubble it exploded and the fish were dropped into the water, disappearing under the surface. In the long line of Barret witches each child is gifted with a special, elemental ability. Odette was gifted with the heat and power of fire, her mother, Nanette, was gifted with the fierce gusts of the powerful wind and air, and her grandmother with the slow and strong hand of the earth. Looking at her daughter’s simple manipulation of the water she could see her gift as clearly as she saw the fish when they were in the bubble her daughter had created. Astrid-Maye was gifted with the ferocious, and emotional abilities of the water; the same as her sweet younger brother Luc.

As Astrid-Maye grew older her abilities grew as well. The fierce changes of the water’s moods, were the same changes in Astrid’s. She would behave, and well mannered one minute, and the next she would have tantrums no one would have seen coming. Even with her still young, and her body strong, Odette became ill, and died very quickly from the illness when she was only twenty-seven on December 22, 2001; leaving her six year-old daughter in the hands of her brother Luc, in Roquebrun, France, away from Sainte Enimie where she and her daughter lived. Odette’s last wish was for Astrid-Maye to grow strong, and she knew she would with her brother teaching, and watching over her. She knew he would understand her best because his abilities were the same as Astrid’s. He was a child of the water, and he was a brilliant person. While they were growing up together, Luc was always helping Odette with her training. Even though he was the younger brother, he was always the one watching over Odette, though there was quite an age difference of six years.

Astrid was still very emotional, though she didn’t wish to be, there was always someone who could reel her back; her closest and dearest friend Kale, who was only two years her senior, was always there to bring her above the surface again. With her powers still growing inside her, Astrid-Maye didn’t want Kale to notice anything wrong with her, or think she was strange. Kale was after all, a normal boy, with a normal life. Astrid did NOT want to be abandoned by someone else she cared for. She also didn’t want Kale to be punished for knowing about magic. Her uncle had been training her for four years now, and she always knew the number one rule; NEVER let a muggle know about magic. Astrid loved Luc dearly, and she knew her mother did as well. But Luc would never let her forget about her b**tard of a father, abandoning her and her young mother with nothing in the world but pain and grief. Astrid knew he meant well, always trying to protect and teach her like he promised, but she loved Kale in a brotherly way, and knew he would never shun her. Or at least she hoped.

When Astrid-Maye was about twelve years-old she decided to test her theory. Kale grew up a clear-headed, and open-minded individual and she hoped that would be enough for him to except her. On June 22, her birthday, she decided it was time. After her small party by the ocean she explained to Kale what she was. When she first told him of course he didn’t believe her. He thought she was crazy, that she had a little too much sun. So, of course, she was forced to SHOW him. All she did was flip a rock into the water. Something very simple, so he wouldn’t be too frightened. After the show Kale and Astrid were still close, and he promised to keep her secret with him forever. To protect her, and himself.
Years passed and Astrid-Maye was growing older, but then again, so was her uncle. Luc still had many years to live, to make a family of his own; to find love, to make love, and to bring life into the world. He didn’t want to seem cruel, or mean, but when the letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic appeared at their home when Astrid was fifteen, he only felt a slight reluctance to let her go. It was what they both needed. For Astrid’s mind to be taught better, and for Luc to make a life of his own. They still loved one-another, they would always be close of course, and Luc would still watch over her dear niece Astrid-Maye. But this was her chance for broader education. And she was taking it.

Personality:

Astrid-Maye is a bright girl with unmanageable moods.
Her mind is always racing, and willing for new information.
With emotions out of her control, she may seem mean, and impolite, but she has a caring heart.
She loves to bring the best out of things and she always looks at the glass half full.
She is a little slow when it comes to people. She’s never been a social animal, but she’s always up to making new friends.
She loves to be active, and, of course, swimming is her first choice of exercise.
She received the voice of an angel from her mother, and loved to make music. Her own lyrics, her own melodies and beats, and her own voice. Her choice of instrument is the grand piano, or electric piano.
Astrid, for some strange reason, hates to lie. When she tries to lie she just mumbles, and then ends up spitting out the truth anyways. Sometimes, with her moods always out of whack, she just blurts out the truth bluntly.

Sample RP:

It was a cold morning when Astrid-Maye began to make. She couldn’t sleep a wink last night due to her excitement, for once, of going to school. Her new school. Beauxbatons Academy of Magic was the perfect place for her learn things. With her unquenchable thirst of knowledge, both she and her uncle Luc were excited, and proud that she had even been invited to come to the academy. Astrid remembered, from a long time ago when her and her mother were still together, a story about a school for people like her. It was a place for all types of magical creatures. She remembered being a little scared when her mother told that some vampires and werewolves would go there. When she flung herself into her mother’s lap, covering her face into her mother’s warm scent, her mother just laughed at her and told her that they weren’t bad like the stories and myths said to be. Astrid looked down at her hands, still clutching a pale blue shirt she was about to put into her bag, and smiled a weak smile. She could barely remember her mother, but she could always remember her laugh; her scent. The way she would smile at her, with nothing but love and beauty in her sky blue eyes. Astrid was glad that she looked exactly like her mother. Or, at least, that’s what Luc would always tell her. Unlike most children who are abandoned by one parent, she didn’t want to see, or even hear, her father or his name. She was glad of her family name, and didn’t want anything to the man who ditched her and her mom at such a difficult time. The hands that were clutching her shirt began to shake, and when she realized this she dropped it into the bag. “Damn,” she wiped angry tears from her eyes, and tried to control herself. I hate it when this happens. Why can’t I have just one emotion at one time like everyone else? Astrid lifted her head and stared out the window to crystal blue ocean she had lived next to for most of her life. She could still smell the river that she and her mother lived by when she was young. Though it was a murky blue, it was still beautiful.

“Salute, mon chérie. Have you finished packing?” Astrid looked away from the window into her uncle’s eyes. They were almost the same as hers, but a little darker. Like night blue, instead of bright blue. They had a piercing effect that could make a person stop in their tracks with fear, or show love so profound that it melted away all things bad. He was her greatest comfort, and one of her best friends. She walked from the window to the door and wrapped her arms around her uncle. He was a short man of only 5’7, but he had a broad, strong build. His hair was darker than her own, and cut short, but that only accented his angular face structure.
“Almost uncle. I still have a little to do and then I will be terminé. I have only a few more shirts to pack, and then I was going to make a snack to eat on the way there. Is the de taxi here yet?” Astrid began to move around her once filled room, finally putting the last of her things into a bag. She decided to only bring a couple of things with her. Clothes of course, but she also brought with her, her journal, her music journal, which held all her lyrics and music in it, and couple pieces of jewelry that had received over the years from friends and family. Her favorite was a blue turquoise ring in the shape of a small heart, with two small diamonds on each side, wrapped in thin band of gold.
“Wee. It will be here in only a few minutes…” Astrid glanced up from the bag she had finished tying, pushing her hair out of her face, to see that Luc was chewing his bottom lip. She knew that as a sign of guilt and nervousness. He rarely did that, and it surprised Astrid to see him doing it now. What would make him nervous or guilty now, she asked herself, It was as much his idea as mine to go to Beauxbatons.
“Uncle? Is something the matter?” She slowly stepped towards him, still wondering what the problem was. He looked at her, only a foot or two away from him, and then looked at the floor again.

“Well chérie , it is nothing bad but….I still feel, uh, mauvais for letting you leave so quickly. I don’t want you to feel unwanted, or abandoned…” So that was it. Astrid crossed back over to him, and hugged him tightly. “I would never feel abandoned by you, Uncle. You were always there. And I know you always will be. Not only because of your promise to mon mere, but because you love as your family and friend.” She let go to look into his face and saw he was still pained. “You are not him Uncle.” At this his head snapped so he could look directly into her eyes, and see she spoke the truth. He let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding, and finally hugged her back. “I know, chérie , I know. It’s just I can’t help but think that you are going to a strange place while I’ll be here. I don’t want you to be lonely, and we know no one there. I also don’t want you to feel abandoned by Kale.” Astrid stepped out of her uncle’s embrace and huffed loudly. When will they understand, that I don’t feel abandoned every time someone goes somewhere. Now uncle has brought Kale into this. I should’ve know. Astrid rolled her eyes at her uncle, and how silly he and Kale seemed to her. Kale had been family since she was seven and he nine. He was like the older brother she never had. And Luc was always more of a father than an uncle. She walked over to her bags and threw two at her uncle for him to catch, and carry downstairs for her; where Kale and her friend Ness would be waiting to say good-bye.
“Uncle. I. Do. Not. Feel. ABANDONED. I know where you’ll be, and you know where I’ll be. So there is now abandonment in the equation.” Astrid stalked past her uncle, her long brown hair flowing behind her. She could feel her temper coming on and she tried to keep it at bay. She knew he was just trying to make sure she felt loved, but she didn’t need the reassurance. She knew they would never abandon her like her father; she knew they would always love her; and she knew they should know that, but it seemed that both her uncle and Kale were bone-headed. Oh well, she thought. She still loved her two bone-heads.

As Astrid reached the bottom of the stairs she could see the sandy hair of Kale sitting on the couch that was pushed against the wall. He was a lanky boy of seventeen, with light hair and chocolate brown eyes. She had always loved him. But only in a brotherly way; and had always loved her in a sisterly way. Besides, his heart belonged to Ness…even if he wouldn’t admit it. Ness was a year older than Kale, but she was also blind to the attraction that was so clearly between them.
“Hello Kale. Ness.” Astrid set her bags on the floor and excepted the hugs she received from Ness, and then Kale.
“Good-bye and good luck little sister,” he whispered in her ear, and then gently kissed her forehead.
“Thank you frère. I will miss you. And you too Ness.” Ness thought that Astrid was going to school as a foreign exchange student. Only Kale, Luc, and some of her other family knew where she was really headed. “I will miss you all dearly.” Astrid gave everyone one last smile and then headed out to the waiting taxi. To the beginning of a new school year. The beginning of new knowledge.

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[kvarneychaos]

First Name: Kvarney
Last Name: Arlington
Age: 18

Appearance: Hair is long, curly and black. her eyes are an icy blue, more ice than water but when she is hungry her eyes turn red. Her face is heartshaped, her nose is medium lengthed and straight. Her eyes are almond shaped and tilted slightly at the outter edges. Her bottom lip is more plump than the top and they are a dark pink as if she were wearing lip gloss. She has a narrow waist, round hips, and average everything else. She is only 5'4. Her teeth are normal unless she smells blood or is around too many humans.

History: Her mother and father were both purebloods, they were happily in love and married. She was to be their first child. Days before she was due, her father was killed by a vampire. This vampire was very old and he was used to getting everything he wanted; he wanted a child.
After he was sure that the wizard was dead, he went to their home and fed off of the mother. the stress caused a premature birth; the vampire venom was coursing through both of their blood streams. Her mother died during childbirth and the vampire took her in his arms and gave her a name.
He took her with him back to his country and raised her as his own.
((Because of her 'parentage' all of her senses were enhanced by about ninety percent. she can hear people around her breathing, she can hear their heart beats, she can smell the blood in their veins even from far away, etc, and hunger heightens the senses even more))
To his shock she developed the powers of a witch despite all the vampiric blood coursing through her veins. He contacted a wizard he knew and had her tutored for years.
She grew to be a powerful witch, though, because of the vampire blood in her veins, her body temperature is about thirty degrees lower than a normal person, cold doesn't bother her, she craves blood and bodily contact,
But when she found out what happened to her family and what he did, she ran away.
By some miracle she found herself at the doors of beauxbatons academy of magic.

Personality: She is a powerful witch because she comes from a long line of purebloods, if her parents hadn't been killed she would have been stuck up, but because she was raised a vampire she is prone to hide in shadows, she craves touching people and finds herself unable to keep her hands off of the people around her. She craves blood and often covers her mouth when around humans. She is skittish, but only sometimes. When near open wounds or provoked, she becomes extremely vicious and sometimes cruel.

Sample RP: Kvarney found herself weak with exhaustion, she hadn't eaten anything solid for days. Her stomach roared under her hand, but the sound of the rain as it pelted her head and shoulders made it easy to ignore. Unfortunately, if she didn't eat soon, she would loose her self control and start hunting humans, or muggles as her tutor had called them.
She pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders. She didn't need the cloak for warmth, so it was alright that the cloak was thin, moth eatten and tattered. her clothes were the same way.
As the hunger pulled at her inards, she heard voices, they were far away, but still too close for them to be safe. She swerved away from where she thought they would be. Unfortunately, she was too hungry to pay attention and ended up running right into a human's camp.
They were all men, and from the looks of them they were the kind of men that hurt women.
She wasn't afraid for herself though, she feared for them. Her hunger was burning in her throat. The biggest man smiled wickedly when he saw her. She moved her tongue to check her fangs, they were sharp and ready. She took a step back, it took almost all of her will power to take another small step back.
The big man got up from his log seat, he wreaked as if he hadn't showered in years, and he sauntered drunkenly towards her.
It happened then, she blacked out.
When she woke up hours later there was blood dranched down her dress and staining her lips and fingers. She looked up from where she lay and saw a sign that shouldn't be visible in the muggle world.
It read: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic

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[phoenixlament123]

First Name: Lily
Last Name: Saunders
Age: 16
Appearance: Lily is 5’6, 99.5 lbs. She has thick curly blond-ish red hair that cascades down her back and over her shoulders and freckles that dust her face. She has sparkling crystal blue eyes and porcelain cream coloured skin. A lot of people say that she looks like a baby doll with her small lips that she has no problem stretching into a smile but you wouldn’t want to be on the end of one of her evil sneers. (If looks could only kill) She has this constant thought that she’s ugly but that is not true so she extenuates her beautiful eyes with eye liner and mascara. She can be insecure about her body sometimes but is getting better on accepting herself.

History: Lily was born on a farm in Devon, England. April 1st 1992 April fools day, by her two Parents Gabrielle Cole-Saunders and Raymond Saunders. Her mother is a full Veela and her father a wizard. She has 5 older brothers named James, Daniel, Charlie, Will, and Nate who is 1 year older. Lily and Nate are best friends since they are so close in age. From the time Lily turned 5 and got her first broom she and Nate played Quidditch everyday in the summer. When she wasn’t playing Quidditch she was sitting in the wheat field, which was her favorite place writing poems, stories, songs, and reading. She was naturally good at learning it just came as easy as dancing which she has been doing since she was two. She taught herself how to read and write at 4 and believes that words hold power. At night she would sneak away and gaze up at the stars. She has one best friend named Danielle who will be going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry away from Lily which devastated her because her best friend would not be following her to her new school. But at Beauxbatons Academy she gained two new friends Sean and Emma.

Personality: Lily is very fiery personality and likes to party, she is optimistic and tries to be cool, calm, and collected, but she also loves to be alone, which she calls her time out. When something or someone fires her up or frustrates her she calmly walks away somewhere else to cool off by counting from 58 back to 0 usually it works unless she’s really flamed up. She may even have to bring out her wireless and dance to whatever comes one no matter how bad the song. Her mother often says it’s because of her red hair. She was a pretty good witch for such a young girl, resulting in many hexes and jinxes put on her older brothers when they got on her nerves or her various cousins that wandered to close to the active volcano. But she came out pretty tough since she has 5 older brothers. She’s learned to take some of their torments with a grain of salt but others with various plots of revenge and scheming. She’s always been a little bit of a trickster since her birth date is on April fools day. Other than that Lily has a very happy disposition, she’s fun, outgoing, and likes to talk. She rarely likes to cause issue, but will fight for what she believes in. She is a loyal friend and gives people more than one chance before she lets out her wrath. Her motto is forgive quickly, laugh as much as you breathe, and love always. Lily doesn’t hold grudges because she thinks that it isn’t fair to the person she is mad at or herself. She loves to learn new things and hates to be outsmarted or proven wrong. Her worst fears are bad grades, being proven wrong and spiders since she was bitten by one as a young child. She is rarely in the clouds and is very straightforward. The worst things you could do to her are lie or mess with her family and her best friends are considered her family.


Sample RP:
The sun was setting by the wheat field that young Lily was sitting in. Her oldest brother James just took her on a broom ride over the farm. It was so much fun it gave her a whole bunch of ideas for some new songs or poems.

“Lima Bean!” Nate called. That was her nickname everyone close to her called her that or Lils but Nate and James were closest to their littlest sister and called her lima bean even though she hated lima beans.

“Yes,” Lily answered loudly so he could follow her voice, “ I’m in my favorite spot.”

“Okay.” Nate appeared through the tall wheat.
“I’m trying to come up with a new poem.” She said happily

Nate looked at her like it was cute how his little sister was acting she wasn’t a day over six and a writing fool. But the excitement in her baby blue eyes over the creation of a new poem was almost precious. She knew it.

“Do you want to help me?” She asked.
“Nah,” Nate said, “you can come up with poems way better than I can.”
“Thanks,” She said a little put out.
“I can listen though.” He said putting a smile on his sister’s face.
“Great!” Her face brightened.” Lily worked and worked and all she needed was one more line.
“Almost done?” Nate asked kind of tired.
“Yes one more line,” She said, “Here I’ll read it to you now I’ve got it.



There’s no wind
There are no clouds
There is not a sign of rain in sight
There’s a slight breeze
And I’d give anything to be above the trees
With the birds with the bees
The Wind blowing through my hair
I’m finally free
The heavens above my head
The grass beneath my feet
I feel like a bird
I’m flying

By Lily

Your display name needs to match the name in your application. Also please don't bold the entire thing, it makes it hard to read. Thanks.

All fixed

Try not to make her too perfect. Its sorta coming off that way.

Must be Rouerie

[jinela]

First Name:Jinela
Last Name:Roshe
Age:16
Appearance: www.photoshack.com/displayimage.php?album=lastup&cat=18039&pos=2

History: Jinela is a middle child of a prominent pureblood family. Janela's sister Rose lives in Scotland where she stayed after she graduated from Hogwarts She writes for the Readers Daily in the advice column so Jinela and her younger sister write her letters whenever they have a problem. She has shoulder length black hair in a very sensible cut wears unflattering things. Rose is very skinny but extremely short for her family. She's engaged to a pureblood small business owner. Janela's mother Maralina lives in Chile. After handing her youngest sister off to Rose she left Scotland for a life where she "doesn't have to look perfect and be something she isn't". Besides a floo here or there they don't really talk. Her father Williandor lives in Wizard england in the family manor. They exchange owls two or three times a month. Jinelas youngest sister Aceline is her most trusted, she knows everything there is about Jinela and likewise. Shes starting at hogwarts this year as a Slytherin hopeful and prides herself as the brains of the family, though she didn't really prosper in the beauty department and she's a big snob to those who don't have money. Though she does think herself better than others because of their financial status, she doesn't care if a persons parents were magical or not.

Personality: Jinela is extremely creative and loves to paint, but her talents are often overlooked because she is very stuck up and thinks herself better than most, not because she is pureblood (though she is), but because she has money. Her parents had taught her and her sisters Aceline and Rose that they were better than everyone else, and though she was the rebel of the family, this one lesson had stuck. She has a small rose tattoo on her hip that only two people know about (and they aren't her parents). She isn't all that smart, mostly B's a C or two and one A if she's lucky, but she is the most beautiful of the three sisters and often has her average intelligence overlooked.

Sample RP:
"No, far from it actually. My cousin married a mudblood.."

A slight distortion in Akashas face showed once she had realized what she herself had said. Jinela certainly didn't mind the term, it was often used in her family. She didn't particularly care if she was muddy or not, but her parents certainly would be happy she wasn't. The only thing that made a person better or worse in Janela's eyes was money. If a family had money, it meant that they were intelligent enough to make it and keep it. Thats whats important.

"I mean, he married a muggle-born, but that was like the only one in our family I think."

Akasha said as she reached for some more sweets. These were called kisses. What on earth were kisses? She couldn't figure it out. They were someone named Hershey's Kisses. Guess he must be one amazing kisser if they sell them, right?

"Thats interesting, yes, my second cousin on my fathers side married a veela and my great great grand step father on my mothers side was a muggle. Every family has their own." she popped something called a jaw breaker into her mouth and hoped that it did not, in fact, break her jaw. "Where do you live again? Did I ask already or do I just think I did? Is it that mansion two streets down?" she wondered. This one sure was turning out to be a complex creature.

"Did you get your wand yet?" Jinela said in a bit of an undertone, saying muggle or mudblood wouldn't get you much attention, but talking about wands in a muggle shop wouldn't go unnoticed unless discretion was used.

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[serenity]

First Name: Serenity Ava (would prefer ava)
Last Name: Rouge
Age: Sixteen
Appearance:


Serenity's appearance is some what unique. She is very tall for her age standing at 5'6 1/2" also her lean and slender body stands out the most. To a lot of people Serenity's freckles stand out the most about her with scattered red spots in the center of her face mostly. Her heavy red hair would usually cascade in front and in the back of her body with small waves at the bottom. Serenity's light and bright eyes would usually glisten in the sunlight and stand out more than the rest of her features even her freckles.
History:

Muggle Blood. Michelle and Philip Rouge are full-time business people. Michelle is a lawyer and Philip is a full-time entrepreneur, and they both live in Germany (of course), but they would get some alone time rarely though and mostly on the weekends. Having no time alone and rarely get to see each other, having a child was out of the question. But then one year from then Michelle and Philip had a baby girl and they named her Serenity. And how innocent and precious she looked with small hairs on her smooth scalp and her face delicate and small with small specks of red freckles but barely notciable.

The Rouge family then traveled throughout Germany in search for a new home. Michelle and Philip's jobs were taking their time away from Serenity and they needed to take care of her. That is why after a month of searching for a new home, they ended up choosing to live in Paris. Even though the expenses were high and costly the Rouge's seemed to handle enough of the prices with most of the money they had earned over their working days. And now they are happy they started a family, although Philip went out of un-employment and found a simple job at a small classic restaurant.

Over the years and when Serenity turned 10 she became into music and that was her main goal in her life. She then met a strange and interesting guy in her dad's restaurant who looked at if he could pass as a vampire...guess what? He was one! But Serenity had no idea, since she was a muggle but she used to study these kinds of creatures and used to be told stories about them, too. They started to play music and had a powerful bond...but to Travis it was a different kind of bond. Love.

At age fourteen, Serenity and Travis were best friends and never been apart. Then one night when Serenity's parents left her and Travis alone to study for school...bite. Serenity was bitten by the dreadful and poisening bite of Travis the vampire. After two weeks of wondering what was wrong with her, she found out that she was a vampire. She searched for Travis' name online and found no matches no record of him here being in Paris. And after that night he left and fled to some secret place. Serenity didn't know how to tell her parents her vampire night, but she did and she did that soon. After muggle school ended and Serenity was finally going to turn fifteen she said that it was time to tell her parents the truth. And after she did at the end of the day, her parents were in amazement and freaked out. Asking questions, Serenity didn't want to go through this so she decided that she rather go to a magical school. She knew about three Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Beauxbatons it was and her parents agreed but still in shock.
Personality:

Hard to get along with: Being mean isn't entirly who Serenity is, she's most of a 'don't bother me' and 'to herself' kind of person. After she knew that she was a vampire her heart sank and she was no more mortal, so that's ought to tell you that she was not all that happy. With her feelings and life at stake she never smiled nor stated how she felt over the days of her knowing that she's a vampire. But who wouldn't be shocked and not in this world, if they turned into a vampire over night?

Curious: Being curious is what get's some people behind but in this case being curious got Serenity far with vampire information running through her head. Curious was what Serenity was since she was ten being suspicious about people she doesn't know and being curious about discussions her parents have.

Emotional: Almost every girl is emotional...of course. And Serenity was always emotional since day one. When something doesn't go her way she get's so angry that crap would come out her mouth and not set her back. Another emotion Serenity is famous for is being girilie, like crying at situations she can't take and being too suspensful and not able to show her feelings and she mostly got that from her mom. But love is one emotion Serenity had never felt not even with heart-throbbing Travis who insecurley turned her into a vampire that night.
Sample RP:

Dark, winding, raining. Those three earthy elements surrounded Serenity and her parents when they arrived in their front steps of their farely new home in the beautiful Germany. After the school day ended, Serenity got a call from Travis the suspicious yet charming best friend. How did Serenity feel about Travis? Well she didn't know...but Travis felt something.

After two hours the doorbell rang. And Serenity opened the door back and revealed Travis standing there stumped and gloomy. "Hey. Come in." announced Serenity as she closed the door behind Travis and entered in the house.

"Hi Travis. Um...Serenity your father and I will be going to a dinner right now and just keep an eye on the house." said Michelle, Serenity's mother.

"I will."

"OK. Bye now!" said Serenity's parents all together as they left into the dull landscape. Serenity and Travis then sat down on the couch and watched tv while doing their homework. Travis sat down unsteadied and seemed as if he had a problem.

"What happened?" asked Serenity. But then out of the blue, Travis turned to her with blood red eyes and shouted out a heavy cat-like growl. "What are you d-d-doing?" hesitated Serenity with a slight stutter.

"I love you."

After Travis said that he attacked to the floor and bit her neck right where he drained the blood into his mouth, leaving the sight and Serenity uncouncious. And that was the end of the mortal Serenity.

(ooc - I hope the RP sample was ok)

Must be Sournois

[benedict]

First Name:

Benedict

Last Name:

Reeves

Age:

Seventeen

Appearance:

History:

Benedict Reeves has a father, out there, roaming the world in some place or another. He grew up, however, without one. Though, truth be told, that was entirely untrue. His mother had married a man when he was three, yet she had never kept their union a secret to the boy, and he had known from an early age that the man who had given him emotional support for most of his life, was not his true father. He loved him, of course, but there was an empty space in his heart that even he could not fill. He yearned to know his real father, to see him at least once in his life. But in the end, Benedict realized he was chasing a falling dream. His mother refused to broach the subject of his real father, becoming uncommonly cold and distant whenever he mentioned it so often, that he learned not to bring it up anymore.

And so, his childhood was filled, more often than not, with laughter and hugs, save for the days he weathered strange, wistful feelings of his real father. It was not a bad life at all – some might even go so far to say it was a charmed life. It was not until later, when he was about nine, when Benedict began to feel differently. This was not the long-lost longing he felt for a reunion with his father. It went deeper, physically so, and caused him cramps. The boy knew, instinctively, that if his true father were there, he could explain this new sensation. It hurt him, and he craved something, though he had no idea what. He took to his bed a lot, pale and sick, sometimes not eating for days. It wasn’t until his mother began giving him a special drink – he did not know what it was and it has never occurred to him to ask – that tasted sweet and rejuvenating on his tongue. Within hours, he would feel up to speed again.

It was a hassle, however. Unless he regularly drunk whatever it was his mother was giving him, the cramps and cravings would return. With it, however, he was content and satisfied, and needed nothing more to help him. He asked his mother once what it was he was drinking, and she had told him it was an old remedy her mother used to brew – he had no cause to disbelieve her, and left the matter at that. In reality, his mother was supplying him blood, obtained from the local butcher from the animals he slaughtered, and watered down so supplies would last Benedict further.

Benedict began Beauxbatons as an otherwise normal boy, save for the five times a week he needed to have some of his mother’s remedy, which she continually sent to him every time he ran out. With it, he was fine and could go about his days just as any other student. Without it, he would lay cramped in his bed and miss classes – which, thankfully, did not occur so often. His dorm mates thought he was just prone to sickness whenever this happened, which was what Benedict believed anyway. In truth, he had no idea of his vampiric blood. His father’s blood was within him, mixed with his mother’s witch’s blood, making him half of what his father is. Benedict is not a full-blown vampire, but in time, his urges will deepen and he will not be able to sustain himself on just watered-down blood. Already, in his late teenage years, his mother has had to thicken his drink, just to make sure it keeps him right in the head. She still has not told him about his father, and plans to never reveal it, as long as possible.

Personality:

Benedict is an incredibly charming boy. He has a smile and a glib tongue to set nearly anyone at ease, or so he would hope. He has a likeable way about him, as if he always knows the exact right thing to say, or do. He is the type of boy who is nice, sweet, and intelligent all rolled into one mass. Of course, he is not perfect, and a lot of people believe that his all-american boy (so to speak) attitude is just a ploy to reel people in, and in reality he is fake and manipulative. Benedict has never minded this, though, as he realizes it is futile to try and change a close-minded person’s idea of you. Rather, he merely offers a smile of indulgence for these people, for he can see where they are coming from. It is difficult to trust what you consider perfect, as more often than not, it isn’t real. Not that Benedict isn’t true in his intentions, but he knows deep down, that there is something wrong with him. Something much deeper than his frequent sickness and mother’s strange remedy have him at odds with himself.

Though he has never shared this information with anyone, Benedict feels empty inside. He feels he has no true purpose but to be the charming, easy-going fellow in life. While he doesn’t mind the popularity or attention it gives him, he does feel low whenever he considers about how that is what most people view him as: just some empty-headed charmer. Benedict feels he is insubstantial, like he is not doing what he is meant to be, though he still has not figured out what it is yet. His friends are all good at something, they all have one thing in their life keeping them anchored to the floor. Benedict, on the other hand, is floating around with nothing but a smile to offer instead. While he would claim he is happy to anyone who asks, in reality he knows he is only content. Though, for the life of him, he knows no way to rectify that.

Another odd thing about Benedict is that he virtually has no temper. In fact, he has been told countless times that his dimpled smile and bright eyes are the only things people can remember about him. Not once in his life has Benedict ever felt anger boiling in his chest, for he has never been given cause to. The boy himself does not even know if he is capable of such an emotion. He has known only laughs and hugs his entire life, and only the mild displeasure – he has no reason to be discontent and angry. He feels whiney if he ever thinks about it, actually. Benedict has lead a charmed life, so what is there to complain about? And he’s not so certain that having no temper is a bad thing. So far, it has caused him no real troubles.

Other than his occasional feelings of misplacement, Benedict is an attentive, perhaps even witty person. Relationships with him, though, do not last long. It is not necessarily the girl’s fault, either. Rather, there is something inside of Benedict that makes him feel crowded, or overwhelmed, and so he is prone to break off a lot of good relationships whenever these emotions swell upon him. Of course he remains their friends, but he does his best never to relive their ‘past’, meaning he is not likely to rekindle the fire, whether there is one or not. If asked, Benedict claims he grows bored, not of the girls, but of being taken. He says he prefers single life, of being unattached. And, in truth, it isn’t exactly a lie. He feels better when just by himself. If a girl can be his makeout buddy and not demand anything more from him, he is completely fine. But knowing that he is with a specific girl, for whatever reason, makes him scared and overwhelmed. Benedict considers them unsafe with him, though, for the life of him, he has no idea why. He knows, however, that if he were to find his father, everything would be put into perspective and he could understand these odd emotions and painful cravings. Everything relies on that man, who grows more mysterious to Benedict by the day.

Sample RP:

Benedict slid easily onto the bench, his cobalt-colored eyes appraising the food before him. His stomach growled loudly, clenching tightly from the wait he had given it. It was not his fault, though. Class had not been dismissed until ten minutes prior, and he happened to be one of the first few students into the Great Hall, he was so hungry. But, at the same time, Benedict knew it was not only food he was craving. He had grown a taste for his mother’s remedy, so much so that he doubted he could live without it. Perhaps that was a little melodramatic, but essentially true.

He reached down into his bag, withdrawing the cooled flask. Inside was the sweet nectar his mother’s been feeding him since he was nine. His stomach lurched in anticipation. He uncapped it and took a long, satisfying swallow. The liquid, despite being in something that was cool to the touch, had been kept uncommonly warm within the flask. Probably due to one of is mother’s many useful spells. The thick liquid tasted sweet on his tongue, and he could swear he heard his heart beating in his ears. He fancied he could hear everyone’s heartbeat, actually, though faint they were. He was kidding himself, of course, but it was funny to imagine nevertheless.

Benedict set aside the special drink and concentrated on the plate of food before him. He speared ham on a fork and shoveled it into his mouth, having always been in possession of a ferocious appetite that food itself never seemed to diminish. He chewed on the slice thoughtfully, remarking for what had to be the thousandth time how ham must had lost its luster for him. It tasted a little less sweet to his tongue, a little less satisfying. It was not like ash, but the sensation, he thought, was becoming that way. Maybe he just needed to stop eating it. Ham had been a favorite since he was a little kid, but now it just wasn’t giving him that flavored enjoyment he had always loved.

“BENEDICT!”

He looked over towards the piercing scream, a dimpled smile spreading his face as he wiped his mouth. It was good to have friends, he thought. Vibrant ones, he surmised as a pair of arms wrapped around him in a fierce hug, of which he returned with equal enthusiasm.

Must be Sournois

[elizabethh]

First Name:
Elizabeth

Last Name:
Harper

Age:
Seventeen.

Appearance:
izzy harper

History:
Izzy's mother, Alice, is a a pure-blood witch. On the other hand, Jade, Izzy's father, is a vampire. So you're probably like, was she adopted? Nooo ma'am. She happens to be the biological daughter of Alice and Jade Harper. Of course, giving birth to Izzy just about killed Alice, but nonetheless their only biological child.

Alice is very much like her daughter. Loud, hyper-active, and doesn't care what people think about her. Thirty-six years old and she still acts like a twenty-two year old college student. She's the parent that Izzy runs too when the other is being totally and completely unfair. Not to say she isn't responsible. Alice can be a very responsible person when she wants to be. Not only is she care free, but she's quite beautiful too. She has the same pair of sky blue eyes her daughter has, and an olive skin tone, also something she has in common with her daughter. She's got a dazzling smile that dentists would envy. She's quite small, not taller than five two. She's not morbidly obese but she couldn't be a runway model either. She's what I'd call fluffy. The only other physical flaw Alice has in a long scar that goes down the left side of her face. A flaw that makes most people forget completely about her beauty.

Jade is the more serious parent. He's more strict with Izzy then her mother is. Alice leaves Jade in charge with disccipling their daughter, since she can't stand to see Izzy upset. He's also more strict about Izzy's behavior and her education. Jade is a very mysterious man, the only one that really sees through him is his wife. He believes that he is a monster because of what he is, despsite the fact that his daughter absolutely adores him. He thinks he has ruined his only daughter's life because she took after her father rather than her mother. Like most vampires, he looks more like a Greek god than an actual human being. He has dark black hair which he passed on to his daughter. He is quite tall, finely sculpted, with emerald green eyes that seem to twinkle anytime he smiles or laughs.

Being as crazy as they were about each other, Alice married Jade at the age of eighteen, and not even six months after they were married Alice was pregnant. Four days after Alice's nineteenth birthday, Izzy made her dramatic appearance. Like most babies, Izzy was the light and joy of her parents' life. They loved her to tiny bits and piece. And since Izzy was their first born they spoiled that little girl. She got just about anything her little heart desired. All she had to to do is say, "Daddy daddy, can I have this?" Almost immediately, Izzy got her way.


Personality:
Izzy is the kind of girl that would be easy to forget if it wasn't for her outrageous choice in clothes and her big mouth. Seriously, you would thing a tiny girl like Izzy would have a very soft, high pitched voice. But if you thought that, you would be dead wrong :]. She's got a harsh, loud voice, with an accent that screams Hoboken, New Jersey. Izzy is the kind of girl who doesn't shut up. Ever. Not even when she's sleeping. Not only does she talk a lot, but she talks to everyone. She might not even know you, but you could be sitting right next to her and she will just start talking like she has known you her entire life. So all in all, she's a pretty friendly girl. She's a perfectly nice, helpful girl, until you piss her off. Then it is not a pretty sight, let me tell you. Since Izzy is pretty much the queen of over dramatics, she has the tendency to blow situations way out of proportion. So in short, if she gets mad enough, she starts screaming long strings of profanties and she starts throwing things. Which explains why her mother has to replace dishes on a regular basis. Can we say helloooo anger management?

If you're her current boyfriend, oh boy dod I feel sorry for you. Izzy demands attention a lot of the time, and she gets really jealous. She's not really clingy. She just doesn't ever get tired of being held or hearing the words I love you; and not to say that if you're friends with a girl she will automatically assume that something is going on, but if she sees another girl flirting with you, that girl is gonna have a really, really bad day. Though, much to Izzy's dismay, she was single most of the time back home, and she doesn't see it changing too much just because she's come to Beauxbatons.

Izzy is a very trustworthy person. If you told her a big secret and told her specfically to take it to the grave, you literally couldn't torture that information out of her. Though unfortunately, there aren't too many people that would come to her with anything. Since she doesn't trust people too easily, she doesn't really have that many close friends. More like class buddies she can ask to borrow a text book for the night or something. But hopefully, since she's transferred schools she may decide to let more people in and turn over a new leaf. Not very likely, but hey, what's wrong with being a little optimistic?

Sample RP:


{Unfinished}

[goof]

First Name: Leon
Last Name: Somner
Age:15
Appearance: He is a bit tall, six foot-ish and muscular. He has dark brown skin and always keeps his hair cut low. He doesn't shave (and it bothers him), he doesn't have much body hair. His head looks a bit like a square with round edges. Dark dark brow eyes, but likes to wear color changing contacts.

History: I don't know why my parents left me, they just dropped me off and bam! I was the states problem then. I don't even remember what they look like. That's sad right? It should be at least? Then Why don't I feel anything. I'm confused, all the t.v shows and books I've read tell me that I should be sad, or feel some longing. But I don't. Not a bit.
I'm just wondering. What could have happened, what could they have seen in me that would make them suddenly just give me up. I mean you suffer for nine months, then the extra time to have me, that pain like no other, hold me in your arms and just go "Nah, not at all like I imagined?" I guess I'm blowing things out of proportion. Maybe there were circumstances that prevented them from keeping me. That's what I like to believe anyway. But all these foster parents, their killing me. Shuffled from one to another like handmedowns. It weighs heavy on a kid ya know. I'm beginning to think it might be cuz I'm odd. OR maybe just not like the rest of them. It's a topic that sticks in my mind sometimes. Wait, no, scratch that all the time.

I guess the first real time was probably when i was around six. They all called me names. Crazy. Stupid. Weird. And some just called me Goof. That's where the nickname came from, and I liked it, it wasn't bad it was something I could use. And all this torment just because I wanted to read a little book, a simple little chapter book. So I'd learned how to read before coming to school, so I could do things they couldn't do, did that justify it? Hehe, yeah I mean we're six what do we know right?

Anyways skip ahead a few years and the next thing happened. Suddenly I'm able to do things, things I've always wanted to just because I want it. At first no one notices and I'm sent to therapy (ahhh the Godfried's, great people horrible with pre-teens) but then they notice, angry makes things break, happy has money flowing into their pockets and sad causes everyone to be miserable. Now remember at this time I'm what eleven? Twelve? Well one family thought it was too strange and called an exorcist (two thousand freaking five and they're still around?!) An ex-or-cis-ta Yeah. Just about scarred me for life. But I got over it in two weeks. Had my cats, or kittens as they were at this time (thank you Godfried's) and we talked every now and again. They were better than the people.

Well next time skip brings me to the catastrophe that was my last foster home. Well I'm pretty protective of my two cats (Soph, and Psyche) and these people were. . .well let's just say they reeeeeeally didn't like cats. In fact the prick of a son took it upon himself to try and beat poor Psyche with a bat and all she did was scratch him (and it wasn't some random scratch either, the punk was messing with her, pulling on her tail and such. Hell I would've killed for less)! Well this of course doesn't sit well with Soph as she's overly protective, so she goes and rakes at his back right? Well the dufus kicks her, KICKS her across the room. And I tried to keep my calm. But the sound she made hitting the wall threw me over the edge. Suddenly the bat was flying out of his hand and beating him about the face and back mercilessly. Then the parents came in. That's when things really started to heat up. It was like the bat had a mind of it's own, going for legs, necks and any other soft flesh it could find if you catch my drift.

Well while the mayhem was going on, I had rushed upstairs grabbed a few pairs of clean boxers, pants and tees, my toothbrush and toothpaste, and ran back down grabbed my cats and bolted. I kept running til I hit the forest I knew so well (great backyard, horrible family) and basically lost myself. I was there a while, a few weeks I think, when my cats brought me a strange envelope telling me I was a wizard and some place I had to be, full address and directions and everything. At first I was in disbelief ya know? I mean me? A wizard? You must be joking. Then odd things started happening. Bears bringing me letters, letters falling out of the sky addressed to my tree, and even a little attack squad of owls pecking at me after i threw the letter in the stream. Well that convinced me that something odd was going on and I went to the place on the letter and here I am. Pretty cool huh?

Personality:He's easy to befriend people. That is if you're willing to take the time and actually get him out of his shell. He likes to play dumb, and be odd, but it's his little defense for keeping people from getting to know him. Moving around prevented him from making real friends and he doesn't like losing the ones he makes, so he just prefers to have none. He's a sarcastic type, easy with the jokes, go with the flow type of guy. Really hard to bug or make him angry, but once set off will probably keep the anger burning for a few days. He's a sympathetic guy but hates people that whine. Nice enough to most, and quite easily used by girls.

Sample RP: I had no idea what i was getting into. For the umpteenth time that day I found myself wondering Why in god's name are you here Goof? Seriously, why? and for the umpteenth time I felt like there was something watching me, and kept going. My cats' simultaneous meows brought me back to the real world and I was startled as I was almost hit by a car. Jumping out of the street, I heard the curses from the driver, followed by an exclamation of how odd I was. Turning to the nearest shop window I looked at myself. "So I'm a bit off. A few twigs and dirt never hurt anyone right?" I asked my cats. They replied with dual head butts of my legs as if to say We know what you're doing, and it won't work. Get moving . I chuckled and muttered "Yeah yeah. Yeesh you're worst than real moms." And again I felt that they could understand me, as they meowed and seemed to walk straighter than before. I laughed and it brought a few peoples glances, hurried though as they didn't want to be caught.

"So my little kitties. One more turn and I shall be brought to the magical land of orcs and elves! Of magical rings, mystical swords and even more beautiful ladies." I said getting a bit too excited and leaped to catch a light post. Swinging I saw a few more odd looks and jumped down. "Ugh, I miss the woods already. No one judging me there." I grumbled to myself as a woman brushed past me and wiped at her shirt as if it had suddenly caught some disease. I stuck out my tongue and hurried along, cats in close pursuit.

"Hmmm, it says to go into this store here..." I mused looking at the building "But it seems to have closed down...Eh I'll check it out anyway. Didn't come all this way to have my dreams dashed." I finished a bit theatrically, mainly for my cats' entertainment. But they just yawned and went into the building. "Tough crowd. . " I grumbled looking again at the letter. "Grab the vase? Why?" I asked myself after reading from the card. But ignoring the gnawing feeling in my stomach I grabbed it anyway. In an instant I wished I hadn't. It had to be one of the most disconcerting feelings in the world. Even after the horrible spinning stooped and the ground came back to where it was supposed to be I felt off, pinwheeling about. Suddenly, I stopped though as I heard a cough and lots of loud hissing and meowing.

"Erm ya mind getting these things offa me?" Some random kid said as my cats attacked him.
"Oh right, sorry. Psyche, Soph. Come here girls." I called. "Where am I exactly?" I asked looking about. The kid simply replied.

"Welcome to Beauxbatons"

You're using First Person, saying I and me and so on. Here we use Third person, saying he and she and so on.

[ellaheasley]

First Name: Daniella
Last Name:Heasley
Age: 14
Appearance:
The only two differences that Ella has, that are not shown in the photo, are that her eyes are bright blue and her brown hair is longer.
History: Daniella,or Ella as she is known as by her friends and family, was born on the 1st November 1993 in Ireland. My mother is called Alysha, a veela with outstanding beauty and a kind heart. Unlike my mother, my father Andrew was a cold hearted man with no morals. As much as i always loved him i could never banish the doubts that he had a dark side. I still to this day can't understand why my mother married him, maybe she saw something in him that no-one else did? well whatever the reason i certainly was blind to it. Moving on to my siblings, i was the youngest out of three. My eldest brother Andrew,named after my father is 18 years old. He was a smart,courageous and extremely loyal boy and he defiantly resembled my mother. Unlike my dark hair and features, my brother had soft,silky blonde hair and huge bright blue eyes, just like my mother. Andy, as i called him, always looked out for me and was very protective he saw me as the baby of the family. He had all the qualities of her also which i can say for definite my other brother lacked. Sean, aged 16 was just like my father, dark,cruel and often isolated himself in his room. However he did have all my mother's appearance which just by looking at him would give you the impression he was a nice person.

I got along with everyone in my family,even my mean brother... well everyone except my father. As i grew up i came to the conclusion that my father disliked me but i just couldn't see why. Everything i seemed to do would frustrate him, in his eyes i could never do anything right. However i dealt with it and never let it bring me down or at least show i was upset despite how i really felt. As much as i watched him loathe me i still couldn't help but love him, after all he was my father,right? he would never purposely hurt me would he?... Those were the constant words i told myself to reassure my thoughts, but how wrong i was.

It was the 31st of October, Halloween night and the air was cold and misty. I breathed in the damp air and smiled, i loved Halloween because not only was it a fun occasion but my birthday was the following day. As i sat on my back extension of my house which could be excessed by my bedroom window i thought about what i would get for my birthday. The sound of children laughing filled the air as the pearl like moon glistened down upon me. I lifted some sweets out of my skirt pocket and began to chew on it. For a while i drifted off into a daze as i lay on my back staring into the huge moon. Suddenly my daze was broken by a loud crash that came from the inside of my house, i turned around quickly perching on my hands and knees. I waited for any more noise and thats when i heard my mother scream, i jumped up and dived in through the window almost choking on my strawberry flavoured sweet. As i stepped onto the landing i looked around and saw nothing, then as i looked up the next flight of stairs i spotted that the attic door was open. I stood there staring, unsure whether i was simply stricken with fear or in sheer shock that the door was open. In all my life i had never seen it open, my father spent most of his days in there and even when he was not in it the door was always locked tight. I began to tip toe up the stairs my mind swirling with what i would find inside, this was my chance to see what he had been getting up to in there. It seemed as though i had forgotten about the scream but what i saw next was enough to bring me back to reality away from those curious thoughts. I pushed open the door and my eyes stuck to the horrific sight i saw before me. My mother was sprawled across the ground her body motionless with a mess surrounding her of books,broken glass and what seemed like potions.My father stood above her his hand slightly shaking with his wand held tightly in his palm, his face was twisted with a mixture of anger and shock. He turned around to face me, my eyes began to well up with tears and my breathing got heavier. Without thinking i spun around quickly to make a run for it down the stairs, but my foot caught on my cloak and i tumbled down the stairs. Everything went black.

Hours later i woke up in an empty house, as i lifted my head i gasped in pain as a sudden surge of agony shot through me. When i fully regained strength i got up and limped up the stairs again expecting to still see my dead mother and murderer of a father but instead i saw a empty room. I later found out that my father and two brothers had fled, i still have no idea where to. The following day, my birthday, i was sent to an orphanage where i stayed up until a few months ago when an aunt, my father's sister came to take care of me.

Personality: Ella is a very kind and loving girl. Despite everything she has been through it still has not destroyed her adoring nature. She is a very lovable girl because of her naive and childish traits, but deep down she is a strong and loyal person who never gives up. She is also very artistic and has a passion for drawing, she could spend hours drawing and has a book full of her sketches. At first she is shy but once you get to know her you will see her funny and caring side. She loves making new friends but has trouble trusting people. This can sometimes make her push people away as she was so used to being alone in the orphanage. Ella doesn't let people get to close to her and likes to keep herself to herself, she has a problem showing how she feels and never cried since that night she as emitted into the orphanage

Sample RP:
Ella starred blankly at long room where the other children slept, a tall women with dark haired tied up in a secure bun lead her to her bed. The womens heels make a loud noise as they walked across the wooden floor. Finally they reached her bed at the end of the room next to a wall, setting Ella's belongings next to her bed the tall,skinny women once again walked up the wooden floor and out of a set of double doors. The locking of a key could be heard then the noises of her heels slowly disappeared until nothing could he heard.

Ella leaned back against the wall and starred down at her feet which were hanging off the edge of the bed. Her mind was swirling rapidly with thoughts, she couldn't come to terms with what had happened. "Why did he kill my mother? what was he hiding that was so dangerous her life had to be taken away? and where have they fled to... why?" she thought but she could not answer any of those questions.

The clock had just passed midnight and her heart sank as her birthday was over, "this is one birthday i will certainly not forget" she whispered out loud as she lay her head down on a pillow. Her eyes welled up with tears and she pulled the blanket up over her head and sobbed to herself. Ella spent hours crying that night, she just couldn't stop, she lost everything in one day and now what she got left?.

Try not to make her too perfect.

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First Name: Clarissa
Last Name: Bonpoint
Age: 14
Appearance: With light brown hair with natural blonde highlights that she wears long and sometimes in a half ponytail, Clarissa looks approachable. Her skin is pale so she blushes easily. Her eyelashes are longer than normal and her eyes are slightly large. Her eye color is sometimes brown but when angered they can turn violet. This has happened only twice in her life. Her lower lip is a tiny bit bigger than her upper so she sometimes seems to have a pouty expression. Her most common facial expression is a wry grin, which doesn't particularly suit her innocent features. She is an average height and her build is slight but lithe. She wears silver and muted colors as often as she can, though she is most often forced to wear peach or pink. As an act of defiance she wears a silver ring in her belly button but does not flaunt it. Her ears are pierced but she almost never wears earrings, except on special occasions. She has a temporary henna tattoo of a butterfly on her left shoulder blade, which only lasts for three months, but she reapplies it every time it rubs off. She rarely wears makeup, other than her slightly shimmery chap stick, though her eyelashes look as if they have mascara on them though it is actually a natural look. She has small feet and thin fingered hands that are nimble when handling delicate objects.

History: Clarissa was born in Champagne, France to 31 year old Henrietta Lisel and 33 year old Charles Bonpoint. Henrietta comes from a long line of seers, though she has limited talent herself, and has only received one vision in her entire life. Henrietta works as a seamstress mostly, but does some side work in experimental household charms. Charles was a low level Ministry wizard, in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, at the time of Clarissa's birth. Clarissa is an only child and rarely got to see any other wizard children in Champagne, though her mother attempted to entertain her with small gifts of toys. She became fairly spoiled and when she turned six Charles got a promotion to the Auror office and they decided to move to Paris. Henrietta agreed to go only because Charles assured her that Clarissa would make more friends in a more magically active area. Clarissa was unhappy with the situation and tried to make life in Paris even more miserable than before. When Clarissa turned 7 and had made no more friends than she had in Champagne, Henrietta opened her own robe shop, Lisel's Robes For Any Occasion. Being busy with the store she hired a babysitter named Carli Fleurdelise for Clarissa. Clarissa and Carli began an ongoing battle that would last till she was 10, for Clarissa's free will. Clarissa would think up every possible trick to hinder the 50 year old widow from making her a "proper witch." Carli would attempt to punish Clarissa with even more creative punishments but nothing could imprint upon Clarissa the lessons Carli was trying to teach. Finally Carli handed in her resignation when Clarissa used her recently more powerful magic to break every reflective surface Carli looked at. Henrietta decided less lenient action should be taken and enrolled her in a Muggle school to show her what it was like to be bound with rules. Clarissa's teachers at the school were determined to stamp out the self absorption Clarissa had developed and succeeded in a way. Clarissa realized that openly fighting the system was a dead give away and that her outwardly innocent looks could work to her advantage. She started to be more obedient and her parents decided that she was behaving well enough that she could handle another move. Charles transferred to Great Britain and Clarissa attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for her first three years of academic magic. They eventually moved back to Paris where Clarissa agreed to attend Beauxbatons Academy for her fourth year.

Personality: Outwardly passive and innocent most of the time, Clarissa has an inner desire for adventure and rule breaking that most of the adults she knows would never guess. She enjoys solitude but when she makes a friend she will be loyal to them as long as she knows them. She is intrigued how magic can aid her in mischief making but does not attempt to use it beyond that. Clarissa is generally very intelligent, but hides it if it suits her purpose. She hates whenever anyone brings up her childhood and tries to pretend she was an orphan. Clarissa is visited by rare visions that warn her of any major events that are to occur. She does not take this talent seriously and prefers to ignore her seer blood. She holds a grudge until she can take revenge for an action taken against her, but she is slow to anger. When Clarissa is angry she is a force to be reckoned with. Chances are a few buildings will be destroyed until she gets her way. Unusually enough, Clarissa has a weirdly creative side and attempts to create her own spells but, except for one case, usually fails at making them work. She admires Madam Maxime for her independence, but thinks that she would never consider doing anything as mundane as running a school. She aspires to be a traveling mercenary Auror, so she could experience as many places as possible. Visiting every wizarding town in existence is one of her top goals. Her favorite book is (surprisingly) Pride and Prejudice, which is the only clue to her deeply hidden romantic side which she tries to keep hidden from everyone (even herself). Her favorite flower is the black rose and the panther is her preferred animal though she keeps a grey and black owl named Eros.

Sample RP: Clarissa glanced surreptitiously around at the other students, quietly studying in their own little worlds. She smiled wryly, her pretty face twisting into a wicked grin.

"They have absolutely no idea what's coming to them," she whispered smugly to herself.

She pulled an oblong package wrapped in black paper from deep within her robe pocket. She carefully unwrapped it, trying as hard as she could to not let the crackle of the paper give her away. As the black ribbon fell away it revealed a stack of small red envelopes that were all quivering slightly. Smoke was leaking from under the flaps of the paper and Clarissa laid them out quickly, in a vain attempt to not get burned by the flaming papers.

"Ow!" Some students at the table next to her turned around at her exclamation but she held up her quill and pretended she had accidentally poked herself. She smiled sweetly and they rolled their eyes and turned away. She turned swiftly back to her work, only to find that two of the dozen or so envelopes had melted into black nothingness. She sighed regretfully but swept the remains into the pieces of leftover black wrapping paper.

Clarissa pulled a bottle of black Madame Quinten's All Purpose Curse Ink out of her princess pink school bag and dipped her quill into the viscous liquid after removing the spell proof cork. She carefully and slowly wrote a name and address on all of the envelopes before stuffing them in her bag and rushing out of the Great Hall up to her dormitory.

"Eros?" she called out the window. "Eros, I've got more Howlers to send."

A gray black owl came swooping in through the window, a dead field mouse clutched in his beak and a bemused expression on his feathered face.

"Drop that thing and deliver these please," Clarissa begged. "These people need these and an attitude check. I'm saving their obnoxious lives!"

If anyone was looking they would think that Eros rolled his eyes but that wasn't possible for an owl. Was it?

Clarissa looked at him crossly. "Just take them. We're all gonna need some amusement with exams coming up." He reluctantly stuck out his leg. "Thank you for doing your job, for once," Clarissa grumbled.

"Unusually enough, Clarissa has a weirdly creative side and is capable of creating her own spells and charms to suit her purpose and can think up anything that is needed."
^I am iffy about that. I don't see how someone your characters age or year could accomplish that. And in no way can she godmod other members in RPs with it ok?

Fixed

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