Sorting (Term Eleven)

[mme. o. maxime]

To get sorted you must put on the blue cloak, pictured below, and it will read your thoughts to see what kind of person you are and to see what house you belong in. The cloak once belonged to Adora Rouerie, one of the original founders. She is the one in the picture below.

Sorting Cloak



Three houses' threads entwined
Within my cloth of blue
One thousand years of history
Have led us down to you
Which house do you belong in?
Rouerie, Cossu, or Sournois
Which will you find your kin within
You're sure to found out soon

Beneath the raven lies
A house of purest blood
The house of Boden Sournois
Takes only those bourgeois
Whom posess the parfait sang
It breeds those of arrogant mind
And those of blackest heart
Are sure to find their kind

Those who choose to join
the house of blue and green
The place for those of a mind keen,
Those students of Adora Rouerie.
A peacock is the house bird
And tradition is the word.
Most who make their home
Are clever, kind and shy
They are often found soaking up a tome.

Last of all, is the house
of those with creative thoughts
Whether be music, art, or poetry
Creativity is to be wrought
Of those who are chosen
for the home of Jocelin Cossu
With colors of the purest white and bluer than the sky
Cossu may be the one to pick
For your imaginative eye

These houses, three
Noble, each, it's sure
Whether you're clever, creative, or pure
We have a home for thee
Amongst the hallowed halls
Of Beauxbatons Academy

--Sorting Cloak Song by Bella Fiore

Important Links:
Beauxbatons Handbook
Required Items
House Histories
Site Rules

Reply to this thread to get sorted!

To be sorted I want you to fill out the code below. Also please don't go copy the traits directly from the history. Just write truthfully about your character.[/b][/size]

[b]First Name:[/b]
[b]Last Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Sample RP:[/b]

*I need at least one paragraph for History and Personality, no exceptions. Longer if one paragraph doesn't explain things well enough. You can either write a paragraph or post a pic for the appearance of your character. For the sample RP, we don't need an insanely long RP(but two to three paragraphs would be nice), just a RP sample that shows your ability, it MUST be one with the character you are signing-up with, not from another site, thanks. As for age, no student can be over the age of 18.

A few pointers for your sorting application. Make sure that your history makes sense! Make sure that your character has flaws, no one is perfect period! Make sure that each section is long and strong enough.

[rade]

First Name: Rade

Last Name: Chevalier

Age: Sixteen

Appearance: Click here

History: It's not easy being the middle child. Everyone always says that being the middle child is the hardest, and in Rade's case. That was very true. Rade was born to Micheal, and Angel Chevalier. He was the second oldest of two. Things started out alright. The family had two kids. The older boy and the younger boy. Then after a while things started going bad.

Angel left the family. She left for them to fend for themselves. Micheal couldn't take care of both kids so he left the oldest with his parents, and took the younger boy. Micheal's anger for Angel leaving him was taken out on Rade. The boy was beaten, and it was almost a daily basis. Rade really didn't know what to do. He thought this was how every family was so he never said a word to anyone about it.

Micheal soon found himself another significant other. Her name was Beth. Micheal and Beth soon after getting married had a child, but things didn't go right here either. After having the baby Beth left the family, and the child in the hospital. Micheal eventually didn't want to put up with Rade anymore, and left the boy with his sister to be raised. There Rade had a wonderful home with his Aunt and Uncle. They cared for him as if he were their own. They had a child of their own who was about ten years younger than Rade that he considered to be his brother. Rade loved them all, but barely got to know his half brother, and his full brother, and always hoped that he would.

Personality: This boy is one of the nicest you'll ever meet. Rade has an air about him that just instantly everyone loves. He hardly ever gets angry or upset with people, but it's not like it never happens because it does. Still he forgives very easily, and forgets even easier. He doesn't hold grudges, and never hates anyone for more than a few days. The boy had already forgiven his father for what he had done to him, and his brothers, but knew that he would never forget that. Those are the few memories that would stay with him forever.

With being through all this it does take a while to gain his trust, but it's not impossible. Rade just has to get to know you, and see your character before he can completely trust you. After moving in with his Aunt, and Uncle the boy picked up photography as a hobby, and it turned into a love of photography, and he takes pictures of everyone and everything whenever he gets the chance. There is hardly a time that anyone will see this boy without his camera. It's one of the things that keeps him calm, and easier to be dealt with by people.

Sample RP:
Tell my mother,
Tell my father
I've done the best I can
To make them realize
This is my life
I hope they understand
I'm not angry, I'm just saying...
Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance

Rade had been staying with his Aunt and Uncle for a good few years now. The boy was seventeen, and he was ready to be out on his own. Just like any other teenager was, and just like any other teenager he knew he wasn't ready, but the rules, and everything was just too much, and very unfair. It wasn't any different here. Rade sat in the living room punching the channel button on the remote letting the channels change without having any idea of where it was going to stop or even if it was going to stop. He was so tired of not being able to do anything, but that's what happened when you went against your guardians rules.

The boy's aunt walked into the room, and her eyes went straight to the television watching the channels change rather quickly, and then her gaze moved over to the teenage boy on the couch. "you know you can burn the tv out doing that." Rade didn't respond to her, and let the remote fall out of his hand onto the couch. His aunt came to sit down beside him, and dropped a small square envelope in his lap. Without moving Rade moved his eyes down to the cream colored envelope in his lap. It was addressed to him with very intricate handwriting. Whoever sent the envelope surely spent a lot of time practicing their cursive.

Growing more and more interested as to what was in the envelope the boy sat up, and opened the seal, and pulled out a piece of paper that invited him to a school for magical people. Witches and Wizards to be exact. He had heard a little about his parents from his aunt and how they were 'different' but he never actually gave any thought into it. Not until now that is. Rade looked up at his aunt, and spoke. His voice held no emotion, and his face didn't change from that bored expression that was on there before. "Im leaving?" The woman shook her head. "you are. until you graduate.' Neither knew how long that would be, but as soon as he found out that he would be leaving for school the boy got up off the couch as quick as he could to go upstairs and pack. It wasn't going to be goodbye. it was just going to be see you later. He knew he would be back. In time.

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Must be Cossu

[beccahdavis]

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Name: Shannalyn Agatha Delancre
Age: 17
Blood: seer, human/fey
Wand: willow, phoenix feather, 15in.
Appearance: nymag.com/fashion/models/acarpenter/allegracarpenter/

History: Shannalyn was born on May 1st.,1991.
Her dad, Rhys, comes from a long line of powerful seers, and her mom, Dedra, is half fey. Rhys and Dedra married in secret, because they didn't want the Ministry to know that Dedra was carrying a fey cross-blood. But when Shanna was five, she started to have visions. This brought her to the attention of the Ministry and the Death Eaters Her early life was rather hetic, since her family was constantly moving, to avoid the death Eaters and the Ministry. When she was eleven, her mother and dad took turns teaching her magic, to develop both her witch and fey talents. She has exceptional talent at both. Sadly, when she was fifteen, her mother was killed by Death Eaters. her father has never been the same since. He and Shanna moved to Roeun, her mothers hometown. Rhys kept up her witch studies for about a year after that, but then became depressed. He decided to send Shanna to Beauxbatons to finish her studies.

Likes:
Books
Coffee
Tatoos( has a celtic knot on her shoulder blade)
Music

Hates:
Weak people
Her visions ( she thinks that they killed her mother)
Cigarettes

Personality:
Shanna can be rather arrogant one moment, and sweet the next. Some people would even say that she is cold. but mostly she is sad and confused. She misses her mom, and blames herslef for her daeth and her dads depression. Her witch blood and fey blood are at constant odds with each other, as the ar complete oppisites. On one hand, her fey instincts tell her to down one thing, while on the other, her witch side tells her to do another. These interfearences can affect her magic with disaterous results. This usually happens whens she is to upset to think clearly

Example Post:
Shanna walked into the house. It reeked of the sweet smell of cigarettes. "Dad, I'm home!" she called in the direction of the smoke. He grunted. She rolled her eyes. Why did he smoke thosethings? He knew they made her sick. "Shan, get me a beer. There's a girl." That would be Bllis, his drinking buddy. "Yeah. Sure." She walked into the kitchen. Pots and pans from last nights dinner lay in the sink. Pizza boxes were strewn about the counters. She grimaced. She would have to clean it before she made dinner. She grabbed a beer from the fridge, and tossed it to Billis. She headed back to the kichen to clean and put the groceries up.

Must be Sournois

[lyinglion]

First Name: Lucy
Last Name: Parker
Age: 14
Appearance:
is 5"1 and weighs 6st 6lbs. has been mistaken for Selena Gomez
History: Born on October 24th 1994 to Alicia and Jacob Parker, Lucy is the middle child between 2 annoying brothers. Alicia kept her blood heritage a secret from Jacob as she knew Jacob was a muggle which meant Lucy, Joseph and William are all half bloods. Joseph Edward Parker was the oldest of the Parker children at 19 years old. He was born on August 19th 1989. He prefers to be called Joe. He has been mistaken for Joe Jonas. Then came Lucy 5 years later. 5 years later, Alicia and Jacob's youngest son was born. They named him William Aaron Parker. He prefers to be called Will. He is 8, almost 9. He was born on December 14th 1999.

The family have lived in Bristol, England all of their lives until Joe got an invitation to attend Beauxbatons. Then the family moved over to Paris, France. When he was in his 6th year, he got voted headboy. He left beauxbatons last year and has just got a job as a wizard hairdresser. Lucy has just got the letter inviting her to Beauxbatons academy. Will is a bit too young to join Beauxbatons. He has just started playing quidditch and is already the seeker for his house at school.
Personality: Lucy is really sweet, cute and innocent when she wants to be, but sometimes she can be sneaky when she's hiding in a cupboard or a small space listening in to people's conversations. She inherited her intelligence from her mother but doesn't want to be a teacher's pet. She can be talkative which sometimes gets her into trouble. She is also quite talented which she inherited from her dad. She is an expert dancer and an awesome singer, actress and musician. She can play piano, clarinet, trumpet, saxophone and guitar. although she is talented in the performing arts, she isn't doing that well in magic lessons. She can usually be found reading a book.
Sample RP: Lucy woke up, turned her alarm clock off and got out of her purple 4 poster bed. She went over to her wardrobe and changed into a pink cami and denim jeans combo. She got her suitcase out from under her bed and dragged it downstairs. She put the suitcase in the living room then went into the kitchen and had breakfast. She heard the horn of the carriage, went into the living room then wheeled her suitcase to where the carriage was. She sat down in a compartment and started reading a book.

An hour later, they arrived at beauxbatons and everybody got off the carriage. She wheeled her suitcase along the courtyard looking at other students catching up. She carried her suitcase up the stairs and saw loads of other first years in the entrance hall. she put her stuff with the other first year's stuff and just stood there leaning against a pillar. Then someone came out and the first years were lead in to the great hall. One by one, they were called up to find out what house they were in. Then it was Lucy's turn. She wondered, "what house am i going to be in?".

Ipods won't work in the castle. Just like in the HP books. You need some flaws in your personality, no one is perfect. Remember that.

Must be Cossu

[mimi]

First Name: Takumi

Last Name: Kikuchi

Age: 17

Appearance:


History: Takumi grew up in a muggle home despite his not so muggle parents. His father was a half-blood and his mother a seer and they chose to stay within the normal realm in an attempt to be as far away from magic as possible. It wasn’t an easy thing to do but they tried and even went as far as to lie to the boy about what he was. They raised him as a muggle and hid all traces of their magic because Takumi’s mother didn’t want her fate for her son. She was a very powerful seer but she never learned how to properly control her gift.

They made her life very difficult as she grew up and she was very unhappy because all of her visions sometimes left her in a state that took hours to recover from. She believed that if she could be away from magic then maybe they would stop so she tried and brought her family with her. So they lived in muggle Japan for years and they were happy because Taku never showed any real signs of inheriting her seer blood. The boy did have some occurrences of Déjà vu but they brushed it off as intuition and never thought much of them.

That was until the boy turned 11 and the magic in his blood sparked further. He often complained of nightmares and was afraid to fall asleep because he could not wake up from his dreams. But everyone had nightmares and his mother was in denial because her plan had worked so well so far. Still the dreams continued until it had gotten worse and they began to happen while he was still awake. Taku would often just slip into a trancelike state and ignore everything around him and whenever the boy seemed to come out of it he would always panic. Soon the migraines followed and the violent wake up calls in the middle of the night and his family could no longer ignore it.

So they moved out of Japan and into Europe where his mother finally told the boy of what he was. She began to teach him how to control it and though he could not stop the dreams that came he learned how to pull out of them. Years passed in such a way and Taku became a joker. It was the only way that he could keep friends because whenever he would get close to someone the boy often found himself with nightmares about them. And every time that happened he would distance himself from them for fear that the closer he got to them the faster his vision would come true.

His life in Europe was as normal as it could be for him as the years passed with little sleep and a few acquaintances. Finally deciding that there was nothing else that they could teach him on their own his parents decided to send him off to Beauxbatons and hoped that he would find more control there.

Personality: Takumi at first glance is the least serious person that you could ever meet. He is the type to do anything for a laugh no matter how foolish or dangerous it may seem. He loves to pull pranks and jokes and prefers to keep any and all responsibilities at bay. Takumi is always smiling, no matter the situation and he has a way of making light of the darkest moments. He is just fun to be around and makes it somewhat of his mission to keep others around him happy. His joy is often contagious and it is near impossible to keep from smiling when he does.

Some of course take his personality as being foolish because the boy never seems to take anything serious but that is far from the truth. Taku believes that he doesn’t have much of a choice for his behavior as that is the only thing that would keep him sane. The numerous visions and nightmares that constantly flood his mind would drive him to the edge if he didn’t find a way to block them out. So he appreciates his life and makes the most of it because the boy sees how much things end and they’re never in a good way.

Taku despite his love to make people happy never let anyone get close to him. He’s had experiences in the past and the boy simply refuses the risk of getting hurt. For that reason he has almost never been in a serious relationship. He is a flirt, and whenever things get beyond that point he is likely to break it up and move on to something else. His fears doesn’t lie within himself but rather for other people, he could see very vividly how relationships within his family has turned sour and Taku doesn’t want anyone to go through the same thing.

A lot of his not so happy emotions are covered up. The boy is a great actor and it is impossible to tell when he is in a bad mood. He never shows it and he would never admit it or even talk about it. If something unfortunate was to be brought up he would simply smile and brush it away. Takumi doesn’t like to be caught at his worse and hardly ever let himself fall to emotions such as anger or sadness. It is a nuisance to others but he’s been at it for much too long to stop and he doesn’t really want to.

Sample RP: Fingers gripped unto the sink counter tightly as another violent headache surged through the boy threatening to throw him down. His vision blurred as he stared down at his knuckles which were turning white from the death grip that he had to steady him against the counter. His breathing turned labored as the scene changed before his eyes and he was no longer staring at the sink but instead at a wooden floor. He looked around and noticed the room as the living room to his home and his breathing had returned to normal.

His legs were moving though the boy didn’t know towards what and he walked forward. The scene changed again and became grimmer and he noticed the chair in the middle of the room and his mind seemed to have decided. The boy walked forward quickly and as the vision blurred out once again he climbed into the wooden chair until he stood up tall in the middle of the room and was able to face the mirror that hanged up high. It was then that he noticed this wasn’t his face but his fathers and a moment of panic coursed through him as the person moved again, reaching upwards for something that he didn’t notice until now.

A shaky grip fell around the loop and his vision blurred again as he tried to force his self conscious self away from the scene that he was witnessing. He didn’t want to see this, whatever was going to happen he didn’t want to know it. It wouldn’t help and would make him miserable he was sure so his eyes closed tightly and pain shot sharply in his mind as everything sped up in motion until there was nothing but the blur of something white in front of his eyes. The boy blinked furiously until everything cleared and he realized that he was again staring at the ground. He breathed heavily with fear in his mind that he was still locked within a nightmare because he didn’t remember falling to the ground. He stood up slowly and made out the bathroom walls and his breathing started to calm as he reached for a grip unto the sink counter once again. Slowly he looked to the mirror afraid that he wouldn’t see his face but the boy drew on all of his courage to do so.

He stared at his reflection for a moment as it sharpened into a focus and released a deep breath at recognizing his own features. He had managed to pull out before anything crucial happened and for that he was glad. He hated having visions of his family, it became increasingly hard to tell which were real and which his mind thought up and it bothered him terribly. At least for the moment he had managed to push one away and he was happy.

Must be Cossu

[kain]

First Name:Kain
Last Name:Ashton
Age: Eighteen



Appearance:
Broad in the shoulders and narrow in the hips, Kain seemed to appear as well portioned as some girl’s fantasy anime character. It was ridiculous really. With a long swath of pale alabaster chest, the boy was mistaken for a vampire one to many times, though his real bloodline was kept on the DL.

He stood at six foot three, and his eyes were the color of dead winter skies with lips as full as a boy’s lips could be. It wasn’t uncommon that some thought him of as feminine, however no one could look past his undeniably strong jaw line, or his nimble, yet powerful hands. No he was distinctly a male figure.

His hair almost changed as frequently as his clothes. Usually kept short it was ever exploring each color of the rainbow. Sometimes it was red and spiked; sometimes it was bleached white and flat ironed. More often then not it was a deep rich chestnut color with varying highlights. Though no one knew Kain well enough to know what his real hair color was, and he never let his roots show.


History:
The scrawny blue eyed enigma was born on October 6th to The Ashton's in Luton England. Their house was a pleasant little cottage down by the rocky beach. Each morning Sunlight would drift warmly into the babe's window nudging his small pudgy form awake. There were always kisses and hugs, and laughter.

Or at least that was the pleasant version of the story.

The truth was slightly off, morbid, and confusing. So the Ashton’s covered the ugly details with pretty memories they had never made, but with a family full of demons, you really couldn’t expect fairy-tell endings with rainbows and cotton candy. The truth was, demons were creatures of Muggle folklore and for as long as anyone could remember they had been cast in shady negative lights. They weren’t trusted by either Muggles or Wizards alike, and back in the dark ages they were often hunted.

Fast forward to today, and you’d notice there were hardly any left. Demon children were almost unheard of and many beings of the race branched off to breed with humans and other kin so that over time it became a mixed and muddy race. There were few pure-blood demon families left, and unfortunately for Kain, the Ashton’s were one of them, and since he was the only child in the last two thousand years…Well it was a bit stifling to say the least.

The Ashton's were a self built family dating long before the evolution of man. Demons were already spinning intricate magic while man was playing with sticks and trying to make fire. Mrs. Ashton worked with the P. O. W. P. (Paranormal Occurrence with Presidents) His late father, Mr. Ashton was a novelist. A fictional writer for Muggles. Well, to them he was a fictional writer. He had a fan club consisting of thousands, both girls and boys, and they had wept over his heart attack.

The cause of death had actually been a duel between demons, and Kain's father wasn't just a novelist, he was one of the most powerful pure-blood demons still running the underground court system, but hey, what the Muggles didn’t understand, would keep them alive longer. Either way, Kain’s father was dead and there was nothing anyone could do about it. The boy had been five at the time. There was no way to avenge the death for now. In the meantime he was constantly being trained as "The Young Master" of the houshold. His father left him everything, and his mother...nothing.


Jean Balkan met Kain's mother through a business party, and that very night he had her spread out on the bed before him. Mary Ashton had never wanted a child, but by demon law she was forced to keep him and marry his father because there were so few precious children now. It was also a way for her to climb the social ladder...Now that she was widowed, she was free to live her life as she wished. Without telling the boy she left him with nanny after nanny while her and Jean left to get married, followed by their honeymoon. Jean hadn't even met the lad until after they returned. He took a liking to Kain instantly and often took the boy to the park and the beach, working the young child's mind. Corrupting it for a later time.

The tutors were harsh, and the nanny's were cruel. They were all demon or part demon. Kain had never been allowed into the muggle world, and rarely was taken outside at all once he was ten. He was taught to be cold and indifferent. No emotions allowed, the barest flicker could be your downfall. By the time he had hit puberty, Jean had molested and raped ever inch of his body. Kain never spoke. Never smiled. And rarely left his room. His mother never noticed, and it was always Jean who drove the family Porsche late at night trying to find the boy, as Kain had taken a liking to running away.

It was one night as he was out roaming the property that he met a young girl who had also snuck out. Their friendship was secret, and she showed him a kindness that he had never seen before, not to mention she didn't stand for any of his arrogance, or coldness. Over time he warmed up greatly and learned how to wear a mask of indifference around his home but to be himself around her. The girl's name was Morgan, and as Kain grew older his feelings grew deeper until he kissed her in the starlight and they became a couple. She was fire to his ice, and she brightened up his entire world and warmed him to his very core.

All along Kain had assumed she was a muggle and to keep her safe he had never once mentioned that he was a demon, but when he snuck out one night to meet her in the woods he thought nothing of the full moon or what it might mean. In fact, it had escaped him completely that they had never once met during the full moon, and with his hound at his side he went off to find her. The sight he came upong was something from his nightmares. Morgan lay in a heap on the grassy floor, panting and groaning as if she were injured, but as Kain ran to help her he knew something was terribly wrong. It was her eyes, they were no longer human.

He stopped short of her and the hound at his side began to growl and bark and snarl, anything to let his master know they were in danger. What had once been a young girl laying in front of him was now some sort of monter, and then he remembered the correct term he had been schooled in; werewolf. He turned to run but it felt like he was stuck in mud, and she was suddenly coming at him in a fury of snarls, he yelled her name, but there was no one home, and suddenly his hound was leaping at her chest, biting, fighting, trying to save Kain. The boy fled to the sounds of yelps and crunching bones.

The next day, and everyday after Morgan was on his doorstep crying, or apologizing. Kain never spoke to her, and the doorman would simply turn her away. It went on for a couple weeks straight, but gradually it became less, and less until one day she simply stopped coming alltogether. Kain withdrew back into himself. He was ashamed for running away, but afraid of what she was, even though he knew she would never really mean to hurt him, and it was that thought that made him seek her out again. The day he tried to find her, however, it was too late. She had already moved away, and Kain hid from the world and wept quietly over the loss of his only friend.

It was sheer luck that he was accepted into Beauxbatons. He was terribly out of range but they had made a special request for Kain though no one could understand why. Maybe it was the pure demon blood. Kain didn't really care as long as it got him away from his home, and his step-dad. It was in the carrige when Kain first spotted the girl. He knew her at once, knew those eyes, those lips, and the scent of her hair. He couldn't believe that Morgan and himself had been placed in the same school. He waited until she was alone before he confronted her, she was cold to him at first, and still hurt by the way he had ignored her for so long after the incident.

It took...longer than he would have liked but he eventually made friends with her again, and she guided him in how to make new friends. They never dated again, but they were almost as inseparable as they had been once before, and as Kain better educated himself on werewolves he learned that they were not monsters, just as demons were not monsters, and he wondered when the time would come that he would feel safe enough to reveal what he was to his friends, and also when his own powers would begin to show. Only time would tell.


Personality:
Kain was wrapped in lies and cloaked in style. By the rest of the world he was viewed as that somewhat lazy joker who always helped the group release their tension. His smile always came easy, and his poor jokes were usually pleasant icebreakers. This was the tip of the iceberg.

The Kain underneath the dent free exterior was full of cracks that made him distant and often kept him preoccupied by his own thoughts. He found he enjoyed the taste of chaos even as he tried to prevent the drama usually popping up around his friends. He dodged questions about himself easily but also made himself a shoulder to lean on for the rest of his friends.

No one seemed to notice that they knew nothing about him, and the ones who did, didn't quite know how to figure his secrets out without bluntly asking. He also has to organize all of his skittles into groups of colors. (He loves Muggle candy)


Sample RP:

Kain peered at the textbook. He had already learned this with his private tutors. Was Beauxbatons behind or was Kain ahead? The boy neither knew nor cared, he was far to much distracted by the autumn breeze that tousled his hair and turned the pages of his old text books. It was break but he had refused to go home, and apparently he was important enough that no one questioned him. Few of his friends knew who his family was, or that he was a demon at all, even though it was in the school records. His kind had been hunted almost into exstinction because of the silly beliefs that demons were evil, bad omens, or messengers for dark lords. The sad thing was that a demon was no more or less evil or good than any wizzard or Muggle or Faery.

The demon sighed and lay on his back, winter colored eyes gazing up at the sky as though if he wished hard enough he coud fly far away. He was a decent quidditch player, but it would be nice to not have to rely on brooms for once. The high keening of the thestrals near by made him turn his head too look at them. Few other beings could see them, it took the witnessing of death, and Kain had been a first hand witness to his father's. It was old news though, nothing the boy cared to remember. The winged horses were only a pretty reminded of what he had lost.

Remember that there are other demons here as well.

Must be Sournois

[decroix]

First Name: Lucy
Last Name: DeCroix
Age: 17
Appearance:

History: Lucy had grown up in the center of Marais (the fourth arrondissement in Paris), France along with her overachieving parents. Her father was a business person, along with her mother, being his secretary. Them and another man by the name of Nicolae Necoir owned a bar and a couple of restaurants upon the streets of Marais. Unfortunately, Lucy saw Necoir more than her parents. They were all muggles. Necoir was also the first to realize Lucy was a bit more special than her peers. She began to show witchcraft status at the age of eleven when her parents went out for a couple drinks for their business that was not mandatory. Necoir decided to babysit the little DeCroix that night. This was around Halloween when he found a few pieces of candy corn floating close to the ceiling. He wasn't sure what was happening and a couple nights later, he decided to leave Paris for two and a half weeks. He blamed the abnormalty on working too much.

Of course, Lucy's parents (Clause and Léa DeCroix) didn't believe in these actions. They began to become a bit more harsh on Lucy, whom were just as confused as the rest of them. At age thirteen, she began to research what had happened a bit more closely. She found nothing at the local libraries or newspapers. Pretty soon, she dropped it knowing that nothing could explain it. At age sixteen, she had recieved a letter from a local school called Beauxbatons. Her parents looked over it every day in the mail and knew it was just some weird advertisement. Lucy picked it up one day and read over it. It was a school for witchcraft and wizardry. She began to wonder if that was her reason for that to happen that night a few years back.

Her parents hesitantly began to give in after months of Lucy asking and pondering on the subject week after week. (Of course, her parents also thought it was some kind of a camp too.) Finally, a couple weeks after she turned seventeen, she was on the carriage to Beauxbatons.




Personality: Unlike her scholar parents, she's very outgoing and intelligent. She loves excitement and adventure. Lucy, however, can be outspoken on some matters, but knows when to drop a subject. She's very artistic, especially in the fine arts of painting (watercolor or acrylic). She can speak both french and english, due to her parents' business partners and the restaurant growing to success.

Lucy has a lot of spunk for growing up in her business ethics that her parents raised her with. She's not very laid-back as some people may view her as. She can be quiet with the people she does not know, or even in most class, but with her friends, she can have as much energy as the next person.



Sample RP: The air was cool, but the sun was high above the invisible clouds. The young witch could tell that the season were changing, fall to winter. Snow had quite touched the ground yet, and rain kept beating down on the large castle for several days. Today wasn't one of those days. It was the after-rain affect, to freeze the ground before Ol' Man Winter came plunging in to start the new season. From what the girl could tell, winter had already started.

Lucy DeCroix was walking on the large rocks surrounding the Lake, trying to keep her balance from falling into the water. As crazy as she was, she was barefoot on the icy - wet rocks. It didn't phase her after awhile (her toes began to become numb after the first five minutes). She was also wearing a dress, a dress that she had gotten just before her trip to Beauxbatons at an old shop down the road from where she lived. It had printed green flowers on it, with several vines intertwining. It was about knee length, and also sleeveless. She took care of the sleeves with a light jacket. It didn't break the wind at all, it just helped if she ever fell in.

The girl swayed back and forth in her balance. She wasn't a gymnast (or even athletic!), she just felt like what she was doing was to keep her occupied for the next few minutes. She hadn't made any kind of friends yet anyway. Until that time, she kept her eyes focused upon the cold water. Soon, the wind blew, kicking up water onto the rocks drenching her feet. That made the rocks she was staying on slippery once more, and the traction that held her balance minimum. She went for it anyway.

In the distance, Lucy began to hear footsteps behind her. It wasn't enough for her to become distracted --until they came closer. Pretty soon, she knew it was directly behind her. Lucy lost her footing and fell onto the grass. She was just thankful that it wasn't the water this time. She turned around to scan her visitor.

Must be Rouerie

[september]

First Name:

Johnnie "September"

Last Name:

Howath "Linc"

Age:

17

Appearance:

History:

September was born on the 12th of December in 1899. His old life as a human is rather foggy to him and he likes it that way. All he knows is that the night of his seventeenth birthdate he was turned into a vampire while he was out walking around Paris. He was left at some abondoned home without having to realize what happened. He only noticed it when he went home after it had happened and took the life of his little sister Ashlee. For him it was the worse day of his life. After he took the life he fled france. The need to stay was gone. About three years later he had his life under control. His power, the ability to make one think of the worst possible thing in there life happen and make it seem as if it was to come true, he understood it more and he also joined up with a few European vampires, up until he decided to go to America.

Life in America was no different for him than it was in Europe. But one thing he fell in love. A girl named Charolette Betreace O'Reily. She was from Scottland and had no place to go. The two started out as friends but the feelings for each other grew until they were married. It was short because she died giving birth to their daughter Virginia. This left September heart broken and even though he loved the child the first time he set eyes on the little one, he left her. He left the baby with the dead mother and ran away. Now through the year they were together he never once told Charolette that he was a vampire or monster.

The rest of his life, the young man as been hopping back and forth, from town to town. And only once has he seen a girl he claimed to be Virginia but never did he go and talk to her. For all he knew it could of been just a look a like or rather possible. Now He is back in France, trying to act like a "normal human" being and is attending school as well.

Personality:

Sept is a kind hearted person. Despite the fact that he is a vampire, he wouldn't hurt a fly unless it was to save the life of someone he loved. He doesn't like to talk about his past and pushes it away from the life he lives now. He can be somewhat the serious type but other times the kid is a bit of a jokester. He loves to make people laugh and hates the idea of someone not being in the happiest mood. He is quite smart since he has been a junior more than he can count. Art is a passion for him and its something that has stayed with him throughout all his life from the 1800's to the 2000's. He has no issue with werewolves or any other supernatural things. For his anger, he tries to keep it down and be more down to earth. He does try to not use his power or gift that often since he has no real use of it. The young vamp does get nervious from time to time, but when that happens he just tends to loose the ability to talk for a few minutes.

When he gets angry, you can see it in his eyes. They seem to add a tiny bit of red to his eyes, or maybe its an illusion. Johnnie has trust issues. The only person he could trust was his wife who died and since than he felt the need to almost want to shut everyone out. You can mainly find him hanging out at school(trying his best to act like a human) or just laying around in in the forest. All together, he is just a kind vampire trying to make it to forever without dying..

Sample RP:

The young messy haired boy quietly walked inside the school trying not to make a sound. Coming back from the woods that was surrounding the school almost, he knew that if he was caught by someone in higher power than him than he was screwed. Seeing no one in sight, the young were wolf smirked softly to himself and ran across the main hall up to his away on the tower. You could say the boy was a trouble maker, one to never listen. Which all was true. Johnnie does listen, just not very well. Climbing up the stone steps to his Cossu dorm for a exchange on his ripped clothes to some that are not so ripped, he bit his lower lip and sort of skipped up the rest.

Reaching the top and saying his password to get into the room, he looked inside and saw no one. Smiling at how lucky he felt right now he ran across the room and up the steps and down the hall to the last room. His. Opening the door to a bright colored room full of clothes on the floor and a big bed, about three times his size, He ran in and jumped on his bed. Bouncing up a few times he giggled and sat up. The soft cotton sheets felt good to the touch of his skin. You could guess the boy was somewhat spoiled but than he wasn't. When he wasn't in school he worked in the muggle world and with his pay he would buy whatever he wanted. Sad enough the only spoiled person in his family was that so called perfect brother of his, Nathanyel. Oh did he make him sick. Just because Sept was turned at a young age his parents basically disowned him. Sighing at the thought he kicked a pair of his vans. Next he slided off the bed and sat up. Seeing as it was about one from the way the moon was he figured he should take a shower than maybe head down to the kitchen and get something to eat.

Stepping out of the bathroom in a brightly colored towel, the young boy stepped over to a pile of clothes and picked up a random shirt that he got from some place. Next was a pair of dark colored skinnies that would fit him tightly. With these on he grabbed a pair of his flat checkered converse and slipped them over his smallish feet. Feeling happy somewhat with the way he was he walked over to the body sized mirror and looked inside. "Mirror mirror on the wall." Giggling again he stood up straight and looked at his hair. Smiling softly, he figured he would leave his dark hair to the normal messiness of it. Like he always did. He laid his hand on his stomach and felt it rumble. It had almost been twenty-four hours since he last ate something. With a shrug of his shoulders, the young man left the room and walked back down the stone steps.

Retracing his steps almost, he hummed a little tune by an amazing muggle band, Emarosa. Bobbing his head along the way, he started to dance around until--he ran into a wall. Laying his hand over his forehead he wrinkled his nose and rubbed the spot softly. Biting his lip, he walked on down to the lover level of the school. A grin spread across his face as he say the giant carrot. A boy who hated them never thought he would be so happy to see one now. September, reached up and rubbed the green of the carrot. Jumping up as the door opened he took a step down and walked in trying to act rather calm. Smiling at the elves, he patted one on the head and looked at the floor. "Could I possibly get something to eat and maybe something to drink?" Raising a dark brown eyebrow he was quickly shoved by several elves to a table by a girl. Blinking a couple times he could believe he it was. Scarlett. It has been sadly awhile since he last seen the blue eyed girl.

Smiling downward he spoke her name softly with a bit of red to his cheeks. He quickly shook his head and took a sip of the orange juice the small creatures had set in front of him. "Hey hey, blue eyed beaut." Smirking he took a bit of the cut up banana and strawberries.

His being a vampire is no excuse for not thinking up what happened before he was a vampire. He may not know, but you as the writer and driver of your character know. Because you've waited so long, however, I will sort you.

Must be Cossu

[mavraelyia]

Name: Yukine
Last Name: Sasaki
Nickname: Yuki
Age: Fifteen
Birthplace: Tokyo, Japan
Blood Type: Werewolf Blood
Wand: 9 3/4” reed, Kelpie Hair
Pet: Keiko, phoenix (a pet passed down through the Sasaki family since early in the 19th century)
Patronus: unknown

Appearance:

Human:
Yukine
Height: 155 cm (5’1”)
Weight: 103 lbs

Wolf:


Height: 2.7 meters (on hind legs)
Weight: 245 lbs

Personality:

She has a short temper, which isn’t always good considering she’s a werewolf, and when she gets extremely angry, which happens a lot, she can‘t stop herself from changing into a wolf. She’s impatient, kind of mean, playful, loyal, and overprotective. She enjoys running through the woods, especially during the full moon, and scaring people by pretending she’s rabid. She likes to play practical jokes… on everyone. She enjoys being a wolf more than being human and tends to daydream about being outside when she’s inside. She loves to swim, she always reads before bed, and she can sleep for two hours and wake up feeling as though she slept for days. She loves being around people, but not talking to them. She is far from modest about being naked and doesn’t understand how anybody could be uncomfortable with it. She restrains from being naked in public though because it’s ‘against society’s laws’. She also has a bit of mean streak with small animals, like cats or squirrels. As far as she’s concerned, they are food, not pets, (f you have a small animal for a pet, keep it away from Yukine). She has a bit of a God complex, despite the majority of the wizarding world thinking she is only a beast, she thinks she's better than they are, a hybrid.

History:

Father: Sasaki Akira (Werewolf - Wizard) (Works for the Ministry of Magic in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Being Division, Werewolf Support Services)
Mother: Sasaki Kimiko (Werewolf) (Missing)
Brother: Sasaki Daisuke (Werewolf) (Missing)

There were three packs in all of Japan, and the Sasaki Tribe were the strongest. All the werewolves in the pack could change when they wanted and control the beast. It was something they achieved with proper breeding. Akira was the Alpha’s son, therefore he was next in line for the ‘throne’, so long as he was stronger than his brothers. Both his parents were werewolves, though he was born with wizarding powers, like a muggle-born, only from two werewolf parents.
His wife was a born werewolf from a separate pack, they only had two children, twins, and then decided that two was enough. Both cubs were a handful, they caused trouble, threw fits and tormented each other at least four times every day. But as they grew, it was obvious that Yukine, the younger of the two siblings, had inherited the magical aspect like her father. Daisuke, on the other hand, seemed to be either a late bloomer, or a squib. Soon, Daisuke became jealous of Yukine, she was their father’s favorite, after all.
He started becoming serious while they fought, attacking Yukine with vicious intent. She got a lot of scars and bruises from him. Most of the serious fighting went on while Akira was at work. Kimiko did nothing to stop the fighting, she despised her daughter, jealous that her husband seemed to care more for their child than he did for her. Akira tried to explain to her time and again that his love for their child was nothing to be worried about. She ignored him.
She started attacking Yukine, forcing the girl to wait and eat after she and Daisuke were done. A sign in the wolf world that the first to eat were in charge, an insult of sorts. Yukine lost her sweet, child like innocence. She dealt with her mother and brother by ignoring them unless they got out of hand. She left while they ate and ate something else, somewhere else. When her father was home, she stuck close to him, avoiding her mother, who put on a show for her husband, pretending to love their child.
About two years into school, Daisuke became jealous over Yukine having magic. When she came back from school for summer and vacations, he would glare at her, attack her, and things worse than that. She learned how to do things without fear of being hurt, when her brother would attack her, she would lay on the ground and do nothing. She knew she could beat him, but that if she did, he would only resent her more.
Unfortunately, her not fighting made it worse. He attacked her more often, as did her mother. Kimiko stopped pretending and started insulting her and attempting to harm her even in front of Akira. Yukine began to turn vicious, her laying down and taking it began to get on her nerves, wounding her ego. She developed a temper. She attacked Daisuke until his attacking grew far and in between, she feared her mother though.
One fight in particular grew very nasty.
Akira was away on a business trip, hunting down new werewolves for the Ministry in northern Japan. He had been gone a week before Daisuke and Kimiko attacked Yukine. At first she thought that it was one of their usual attacks, but when Kimiko went for her throat, Yukine knew they had murder in mind. She fought back, harder than she had ever fought before.
Daisuke ran first, his tail between his legs. Kimiko called after him, but he didn’t come back. Yukine’s mouth was stained with blood, red on white. Kimiko left with a promise to return, and Yukine crawled off to lick her wounds. When Akira came back, he let it be known to all the pack that Kimiko and Daisuke were not allowed in pack territory and that they were to be killed if found.
Kimiko had decided to make her own pack, turning any poor muggle she came across.
Akira was obsessed with hunting them down and killing them. Yukine wanted to help, but at the same time she didn’t want to get involved. After two years, a trace of Kimiko was found in Europe. Akira asked the Minister of Magic in Japan for a transfer. He agreed, and so Akira and Yukine moved to Europe, France to be more exact.
Yukine had to start the entire Magic School thing over, she was glad for it though. She had spent too much time in school trying to enjoy her time away from her mother and brother and not paying attention to her studies. She had spent the past summer learning French, glad that she was a fast learner. She couldn’t wait for school to start.

Example of Role-Playing:

Sasaki Yukine walked down the sidewalk, a cigarette between her lips and an umbrella on her shoulder. It was raining, and the only reason she was using an umbrella was because she didn’t want the paper on the cigarette to get wet. She didn’t smoke that often, but when she did she wanted to enjoy it. She took a drag and thought, ‘Good thing I’m a werewolf. I’ll never get lung cancer. Or any other disease for that matter.’ She smiled as she walked, her black boots kicking up water with each step.
She loved rain, and snow. It was the cold, it made her feel comfortable, especially as a wolf. That was her favorite thing in the world. She looked around, there weren’t any people out. But that was understandable, it was three in the morning. Whenever it rained, she would go for a walk. A year ago she would have been out in the forest or something similar, running. But she didn’t know where any large parks were in this new country. She spun her umbrella and took the cigarette from her mouth. It was gone, so she flicked it into the gutter and kept walking. Her skin itched all over, her muscles ached. She hadn’t gone wolf since the move and it was wearing on her.
She thought about it, running, the feeling of every muscle in her body pulling and stretching. The ground beneath her paws and the annoyance of dirt under her nails after she changed back. She looked at her nails then and laughed. ‘They haven’t been dirty in a month.’ she thought, shaking her head. She twirled her umbrella until it fell off her shoulder. She felt like singing, but that was only something she could do as a wolf, she wasn’t tone deaf, she just couldn’t keep in tune as a human. She sighed and leaned her head back to let the rain fall on her face.

Must be Sournois

[blaisedeleon]

Name - Blaise Attica De'Leon
Age - Sixteen

History
Imagine growing up in a home where nothing could me moved, nothing could be touched; to live in a museum of sorts. This life of a porcelain doll was not a stranger to Blaise. Her upbringing was rather proper, however what it gained in orderly status, it lacked in childhood fun. Blaise Attica De'Leon was born the only daughter of Atticus and Charlotte De'Leon. The De'Leon bloodline goes back nearly as far as the record books, and to say it is exaggerated beyond extremes in the home would be an understatement. It was true, she hailed from a long line of pure-blood magic; but to go through the extremes her family did in order to make sure their name remain unstained and whole; was absolutely absurd. This is more true of her mother's family than her father's, though both valued their heritage.

Blaise was raised in a small town just outside of Verona, Italy. The very house she calls home, had been in her family for centuries. It had been passed down from father to eldest son generation after generation. This tradition would not end with her generation either; for her eldest brother Liam would take hold of the estate upon his father's death. Her mother bore three children, the first of course being her brother Liam whom had six years her superior. Her other brother Sebastion fell only two years short of his older sibling. This made Blaise not only the single daughter, but the baby of the household as well. And with being the baby comes a certain 'air of being spoiled to some extent, she was not an exception to this rule. However her father's absence due to his work as an Auror left little time for her to see him; and with her mother running the household, she was subjected to etiquette classes, cotillions, and many social events.


Appearance
One word comes to mind when describing Blaise; doll. She was very much a larger version of a porcelain doll. A heart shaped face, framed with dark brown ringlets, that cascaded beautifully down to her lower back. Her skin was a pallid creme color, that at times seemed translucent. This attriubte was undoubtedly inherited from her French mother. This pale complexion though seemed to do nothing more than compliment her hazel eyes. She was tiny like a doll too, standing only five feet and two inches, and weighing a mere one-hundred and twelve lbs.

Personality
They say dynamite comes in small packages, and the statement holds true. Her temper runs rapid through her veins, and she is not afraid to show it. As mild-mannered, and proper as she may be; she can also be quite malicious and manipulative. This however is a small portion of her persona, that only shows when she has deemed it necessary. Blaise is ambitious, and will stop at nearly nothing to get what she wishes.

On the flip side, she is quite the chatterbox and is almost always found in smile or laughter. Blaise is the type of person who radiates with life, and spreads her joy contagiously. She loves being in good company, and is rarely found alone. She is naturally drawn towards people, and socialization in general. After all, part of being a De'Leon is appearances.

Sample RP
The Spanish Moss clung tightly to the exterior of the large estate that two hazel eyes were fixed upon. Those eyes had been fixed upon the elderly building for as long as she could remember. In all of her seventeen years, never had she seen it change, nor falter from it's current state. The weather in Verona gave little change throughout the year, keeping the landscape the same off colored green it had been her entire life. The house itself, always covered in Spanish Moss on the northern side of the estate. It held the same seemingly ancient olive trees seemed to climb up the walls, almost meshing together with the moss to form a type of Italian jungle.

To many this place looked enchanting, perhaps it even seemed inviting; however to Blaise those four walls represented a prison. A prison that seemed impossible to escape.Yes, it was true that her two elder brothers had both managed what to her seemed undreamable; they both had homes of their own. However, Liam and Sebastion were both grown and out in the adult world. She lazily climbed up the steps that lead to the entry way of her home. Once inside the intense aroma of baking bread hit her like a wall. It was comforting. She walked across the opening to the staircase and began to walk up, however she was soon stopped in her tracks as the familiar shriek of her name bellowed through the house. "Yes Mama?" Her own voice resonated in an all too familiar tone as she headed towards the direction of the sound. As she continued up the stairs towards the study, she began to chuckle;" Just another lazy Verona afternoon." she thought to herself.

Must be Sournois

[breanna]

First Name:
Monica

Last Name:
Darling

Age:
Sixteen

Appearance:
Here.

History:

Monica had a very simple, lovely life. Her parents, Breanna and Johnny, had her when they were very young, both barely nineteen years old. Her mother had been able to keep a big secret from Johnny for a very long time, until Monica started to show some strange abilities. This was all normal to Breanna. She knew what was happening to her daughter. Finally, Breanna had to tell Johnny that she was a witch. Johnny didn’t believe her at first and thought she was crazy, until she proved it and then explained what was happening to little Monica.

Besides all of the accidental magic that was happening, Monica lived her life like any normal child would. She attended a normal school and it wasn’t until she was in third grade that her mother told her what she really was. So she stopped going to school and read about the magical world at home with her mother. When she was finally of age, she was so excited to go to Beauxbatons. Her parents sent her off on her own with only the company of her cat, Bynx.

But what nobody knows, is that Monica was bit by a vampire when her parents had left her all alone. She was in an unpopular bathroom when she heard someone whimpering in a bathroom stall. Being the kind and polite person she was, Monica wanted to know what was wrong with them. But interfering was the worst thing she could’ve done. The young, whimpering vampire lashed out on her and bit her ankle when she opened the bathroom stall, then it fled. Monica remained on the floor in pain, not knowing what was going on. When she awoke, she felt really different and didn’t know what was wrong with her until she looked it up. She was a vampire. She didn’t know how it was possible, but it was.

Now she is attending Beauxbatons and trying to figure out more about what she has become, but still trying to be the witch her mom wants her to be.

Personality:

Monica is one of the nicest people you will ever meet, unless you get on her bad side. She is the type of person that will help you through any problem and be as understanding as possible. She does have her own opinion though. If you’re doing something that she thinks is wrong, she’ll let you know. She isn’t shy, but doesn’t like talking to random people.

She likes to have fun, going to parties or doing similar stuff, but she hates it when people get obnoxious. She has two fears, spiders and aliens. Monica has always been afraid of those two things. Monica hates racist people. She can’t stand being around them.

If you do happen to get on her bad side, which is rare unless you're a complete b*tch, she will tell you and will be completely honest about how she feels about you. If you talk s**t and say you wanna kick her ass, Monica is not scared to fight. Throughout her whole life, she was constantly picked on for being such a "good girl". This would cause arguements, which would turn into fights.

Sample RP:

On a Tuesday afternoon, Monica was sitting very still on her porch steps. Her glittery, brown eyes drifted left to right as the orange butterfly in front of her couldn’t decide which way to fly. She smiled brightly and rested her elbows on her knees.

Monica loved animals. If she saw someone hurting the smallest of animals, like a little fly or ladybug, she would be furious and try to save the poor creature. She thought that everyone deserved a fair chance at life. Not to be stepped on just because humans were bigger.

She sighed and then giggled when she realized that the butterfly had finally decided to go left and land on a beautiful, white rose. “Seems like we both know where we’re going now, huh?” she said and smiled.

Could you expand on her "bad side"?

Is that good or more?

Difficult to sort, but I think...it must be Cossu

[eagle♥myers]

First Name:

Eagle

Middle Name:

Rachelle

Last Name:

Myers

Age:

Fourteen

Appearance:

Eagle has pale skin with light blonde hair. Her almond-shaped eyes are a beautiful blue-gray. She is five foot two inches tall and weighs ninety-six pounds. She doesn’t wear too much makeup. Eagle’s normal makeup is just eyeliner, mascara, and lipgloss. She doesn’t normally go for anything too noticeable. The young girl dresses however she feels like dressing. Some days she will put on really nice jeans and a cute top, other days she will throw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. No matter what the outfit, she is almost always seen with a purse or tote bag containing a few notebooks for writing and drawing, a diary, a book to read, pictures, and letters from home.

History:

Eagle was born into a loving family of a mother, a father, and her. Her mother worked from home while her father worked in an office from 1PM to 7PM. Their house wasn’t the biggest, and they didn’t have the most money, but they survived together. Eagle grew up happy and healthy. She was always a little shy at school, but had a lot of fun wherever she was. She was always a curious child, and had to be watched closely until she was six and learned the rules better. Even though the small family didn’t have enough extra money to buy unneeded toys and such, Eagle loved her life.

When Eagle was twelve and a half years old, her mom gave birth to another little girl. Eagle always wanted to hold little Christine Audrey (Christy) or help take care of her in some way. She was just the cutest little baby ever. Whenever Eagle was holding her little sister, she felt responsible and more mature. She loved that feeling so much, she helped take care of Christy every day and loved doing it. She became very mature at a younger age because of her little sister. She didn’t realize it at the time, but she did later. Eagle started to love reading when she read her sister to sleep and she gained a sense of what it felt like to be a mom. When Christy was old enough to color, Eagle started her sketching.

When Eagle was thirteen, something horrible happened in her near perfect (well, to her) life. She was walking home with her friend from school, and suddenly three men were walking after them. They started to run, but Eagle had never been very fast. Her friend got away and Eagle was snatched into an alleyway where two men held her down while the third raped her. She cried and tried to get away, but the more she fought, the more she got hurt. When they were finally done, they walked away to leave her alone in the alley. She finished walking home and went straight to her room. Eagle didn’t know how to tell her parents what had happened. They were always so happy. She wanted to ignore it, and she did… for awhile. When her stomach started growing, she realized what had happened and went to her parents. They went to the doctor and it was confirmed that she was pregnant with twins. One girl and one boy.

Eagle had to make a decision of whether she wanted the babies enough to give birth to them and help them, or if she wanted an abortion. She stayed up at night crying and muttering to herself “I don’t want to kill my babies. I don’t want to kill my babies.” In the end, she decided that if she were to have them, she would have to stop going to school to help take care of them. And even if she was good with babies, she didn’t know if she was ready to have one of her own. And they wouldn’t have a dad. Well, they would but Eagle didn’t know who that was. She got the abortion. She still sometimes regrets it and wonders if she made the right choice. Only her family knew about her pregnancy and abortion. She never had a best friend to tell her deep secrets to and so the story around school was that she was gone for those days with chicken pox, which she’d actually had when she was three.

Eagle often cries over her unborn babies and how maybe she should have kept them. Her family would have helped her with them and she might have been a good mother. She knows now that if she had the chance to redo it, she would have chosen the opposite path. She would have had the babies. But it was too late now.

Personality:

Eagle can be shy when around people she isn’t close with, but once she’s friends with someone she feels a lot more comfortable and will contribute more to conversations and activities. Although shy, she will stand up for what she believes in. She is great to have as a friend, but hell to have as an enemy. She will yell, scream, fight, attack, bite, kick, insult, and whatever else you can think of if someone offends her enough to drive her to it. It doesn’t always make sense, but she has quite a temper inside her. On the other hand, when she is around friends, she is really cool to be around. She gives advice, and tries to have fun. It’s not always easy to forget about what happened when she was thirteen, but she will as best as she can when she is with others.

Eagle Rachelle is gentle when it comes to little kids and babies. She isn’t the kind of teenager who has to be forced to watch her little siblings; she is willing to do it. She loves being around kids and is very patient with them. Perhaps this is from the fact she started with loving her sister, or maybe because she had to give up a child. It’s not so clear, but she can’t help but love being around them.

The young teen is creative, but not the brightest in school. She loves sketching and she’s very imaginative, but schoolwise, she isn’t the best. She always has a book with her, and she can comprehend them well, but she doesn’t like math or science. She thinks history is OK depending on where/what she is studying. Mainly Eagle likes to sketch and write stories and poetry. The subjects she dislikes most seem to be the ones that she does worse in.

Eagle is very independent. She stands up for what she believes in, even when no one else agrees. She is very strong when it comes to hiding her feelings. She prefers not to bother others with her problems and try to take care of them herself. She never had a best friend as a kid so she is used to keeping secrets. That made her very loyal. If someone ever told her a secret, she would rather die than give it up to anyone. If she really needs help with something she would never be able to solve, she goes to her mom.

She is very emotional, which could be a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand, she is very good at giving advice and she is able to listen to other people without getting bored and leaving. Instead she is able to listen and comfort them. On the other hand, she cries a lot and she doesn’t like people seeing her cry. So sometimes she has to excuse herself from company because she is reminded of something sad. She tries to come back quickly, but she has to make sure her face isn’t wet and her eyes aren’t red from crying so much. When she comes back, she makes up some story as to why she had to leave so quickly.

Despite Eagle’s shyness and independence, she can be kind of harsh. If anyone ever saw her crying or just looking sad and ask what’s wrong, she would ask why it’s any of their business anyway. She doesn’t like others feeling bad for her, and she won’t tell them what’s wrong. This has lost her the chance to make a few friends, but she doesn’t care. She’d rather not have those friends than have them and be asked what’s wrong all the time. Eagle won’t stand to see others being teased. She will stand up for them. She would rather be hurt herself than see another person being hurt and not do anything about it. The problem is that she is too nice about it a lot of the time. Depending on what the person is doing, she will either be violent, or too nice. If it's something extremely mean, this girl can do some damage. If it's something not too horrible, she tries not to be too violent. She doesn't exactly decide to be mean, but what happened in her past left a mark; she lets anger get the best of her, sometimes. She can't always control it.

Eagle is very cautious. She has trust issues and she normally doesn’t trust men at all. She has had problems trusting people since she was in middle school when everyone started lying, telling secrets, and starting rumors. She never wanted this to happen to her, so she didn’t tell people anything that she wanted to risk getting out. Her trust issues were intensified on that horrible day when she was thirteen. She never wanted that to get out, ever. She also didn’t trust men after that(other than her dad). Every time a male touches her, she watches his actions carefully. She never walks through cities or towns or with people she didn’t know around alone. Eagle is always paranoid when she is walking and tries to avoid people walking to closely behind her that she doesn’t know.

Sample Role play:

Eagle walked down the street with one of her friends. She didn’t ever walk alone. They were walking home from another school day. Eagle had gotten into trouble for reading during Algebra and she wasn’t in a good mood until the class ended. She had rushed to her locker and put her books away, pulled out her history book and binder, put them in her tote bag, and walked out of the school. When she met her friend, Alexis, outside, they began walking right away.

Eagle saw a mother and her son outside on the warm day. She put her hands on her stomach and sighed sadly but quietly. Eagle looked up at the mother and thought I hope she knows how lucky she is to have that son. Alexis looked at Eagle’s stomach and the hands overlapping each other on top of it. “Why are you holding your stomach like that? Are you feeling sick?” Eagle looked at her hands then at her friend. “I-I’m fine.” Eagle nodded in reassurance. She removed her hands from her stomach and looked back at the mother and her son. She saw the mother with the ‘when is naptime?’ look on her face. Eagle shook her head in disapproval and sighed.

The two girls continued walking and turned a corner. “Are you staying at my house to do homework today?” Eagle asked. “I can’t. It’s Thursday; I have therapy.” Eagle didn’t know why Alexis was whispering. It was a secret that she went to therapy, but nobody was around to hear. She didn’t question it, though. “I wish you didn’t have to go there. I don’t see why your mom thinks you need it.” Eagle was whispering too, for her friend’s sake. “I know. I wish I didn’t either. I think she thinks I need it because I am always in my room and I don’t hang out with many people, besides you. I don’t think it’s a problem, though. Maybe she thinks I’m going to run away or something. Or maybe she’s just insane.” Alexis laughed. “I vote insane.” Eagle laughed, too.

Alexis walked to her house next door and Eagle walked up the driveway to her house. She walked inside and her sister was automatically crawling to the door. “Sissy! Sissy!” Eagle picked up little Christine and smiled. Her little sister always made her feel so much better. “Hey there, Christy. What have you been doing all day?” Eagle walked into the family room and saw her mom in the kitchen. “Christy pway awlllllll day!” The baby seemed very happy to tell her sister about her day. Eagle laughed. “Lucky you.” Christy smiled and showed her few square little teeth. “What yoo do awll day, Egow?” She couldn't pronounce Eagle correctly. “I learned.” Christine made such a disgusted face it made Eagle laugh. “I love you, Christy.” Eagle carried her sister into the kitchen for an after-school snack.

Must be Rouerie

[angevin]

First Name: Angevin

Last Name: Fournier

Age: 16 Years Old

Appearance: Angevin, just like her mother is a very beautiful woman. She has the palest of skin, with the brightest of blonde hair. Her eyes, a beautiful colour of brown resemble those of her fathers. Her height, around about five foot four inches does not compare to any of her family who are very tall. Although she is almost seen everyday with the natural look, she is always seen wearing the emo/scene/hippy look. However, she looks she always seems to pull it off. She will always be carrying around a bag, usually with make-up, her camera and some sketch pads for her englightment if she is bored.

History: Angevin Élise Fournier is the younger of three children. Her two brothers Zackaria and Ernie did not possess the magical ability. Angevin was the only one. She is the only daughter in the Fournier family. Ange was born in England to her mother, a french beauty it must be said, however a Muggle. She is Angevin's best friend. Her father pure-blood and a former Hogwarts Student had died just before Angevin was born, which meant that she had grown up without any father figure, or magic in her life.
Angevin never entirely knew the story involving her father's tragic death but she continued to live her life, enjoying it to the full and being friends with who she could. Ignoring taunts from those that were thought to be popular. She lived a perfectly normal muggle life in central Paris. Enjoying the natural wonders that France had to behold. Not knowing of any magic to even exsist within her life.
Both her brothers did not receive letters about enrolement at any of the Magical Schools. And it was not until Angevin was older that she receieved her letter to enrol at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She attended for two years as a Hufflepuff student but had found it hard not being in the french culture that she loved so dearly. Her only option was to transfer to Beauxbatons. She attended for two years in her house, Cossu, before hearing of tradgedies involving her mother and left to help and make sure that she would get better. She had to leave her friends, Charlotte, Sin and Bill. And soon, she lost contact with them all.
Soon after her mothers battle with illness she became fully well and moved to the outskirts of Paris to a more quiet and less busy lifestyle. After one year of missing something she loved so much she decided to return and re-enrol at the school she loved, Beauxbatons. All her friends, being two years older had now left the school to join college and pursure their dreams. She wishes to restart her life and get back into what she loved so much and continue with what her father would have wanted her to do.

Personality: Angevin at first glance looks to be one of the most stuck-up people that you ever could meet. She is the type of person in fact to have fun, but keep serious about what is being done within schooling work. Angevin generally always has a smile on her face unless of course she is thinking of her father, or missing her mother. She is a joy to be with and although not many people would take the time of day to notice her she is in fact one of the nicest people anyone could ever meet.
Ange is off course despite her mother’s insufficient knowledge a bright intellectual. She is most of the time well-behaved and doesn’t get into any mess that her friends may get into. She mostly does well in her assignments and exams, and hopes to achieve the best she can in her life, just like her father did. She is indeed very creative and achieves the best when it comes to drawing and photography, making sure she captures anything that will keep memories of her friends or family alive in a photo that she has taken or a picturesque piece of art she has drawn.
Having lost her father, she appreciates life to the fullest and will live anything that she can out and make sure that she takes every opportunity that is thrown at her. She doesn’t want to be hurt again and again and will always put on a happy smile that will keep anyone else smiling. She is a flirt, a big flirt with any boy she can get her hands on, but she does want to settle down for once with a nice guy who will treat her right. Instead of being hurt over and over again.
She is very emotionally unstable and does resort to a lot of drastic measures when it comes to keeping happy for her friends and mainly for herself. She doesn’t usually take peoples advice and keeps it locked in and does not let it out. She will keep anything to herself that is upsetting, and generally no-ones knows of her fathers tragic death or of her home-life. She lives for the moment and since they are not in the moment she believes she has no need to talk about them.

Sample RP: Phwoar. Angevin sat laying down on her window side sofa. Yeah she loved that thing to pieces and made sure when she designed the room that it was a necessity in it. She had always had one at home with her mother and father before so why not have one at magical university? Her mother didn't seem to give a s**t but now after returning she had decided never to speak to the old troat again. Thats where she had been for the past two months. Sorting her out. Her little brother had become all rude and abnoxious to her and she could see why he had especially with that old bag ruining his life. He had been thrown out of Beauxbatons of course.

Ange sat up and stretched herself she had been lying down for about two hours debating whether or not to go to this scene queen party she had heard about and recieved a note from Char about. CHAR! Oh god had she missed her so much when away. Really she had missed everyone. Sinny, Mar. They would both be coming. Grinning to herself as she twirled her blonde hair between her fingers she thought about all the fun times they had had together in Beauxbatons and here as well. There were to many to count and really all of them meant something to Ange. Except for the odd few arguments. The Boys who ruined there lives. At least the Scene Queens stuck together throughout every single moment of it. Standing up she stretched once more raising her arms in the air before dropping them down again limply.

Examining her room she sighed slightly. It was very messy. She had left it like that when she went. She left everything here when she went. Clothes, credit cards, money, cigarettes, alcohol. She was suprised nothing was taken except for the odd few clothing materials the girls had obviously taken. Char had always loved some of Ange's clothes. But Ange didn't care she had a whole new wardrobe now. With the old stuff still of course. But she had changed since she went. She had grown up now. She was more.. sophisticated. And she had returned to her friends once more, and this time it was for good.

Must be Cossu

[kai]

First Name:
Connor Kai
Last Name:
West
Age:
17
Appearance:

History:
Tina Baltimore and David West met at a high school Tina was the new girl and they become great friends after it. She was beautiful in those days she had long black hair and look beautiful.They got together in there 5th year then and stayed there ending up getting married. They were a happy family even though they were poor. They had a normal life with a cat, a dog and a rabbit as they loved animals and the animals that contrasted were great together. Everything was fine but one day when Tina found out she was pregnant David got stabbed in the back making him die. Tina was devastated and was going to leave the baby but what would David do. It was hard for her to get over but she had to do didn't she?

A year went and she had her first child Connor.He looked just like his dad and there was something to remind him off all the time now. But 5 years later when Tina found another man after not dating in 6 years! She got pregnant again and the men then left her to carry out the child on her own with Connor. Connor was fine about it but it was hard to keep up.

He eventually grew up to be a tall handsome man, he had the Jet black/Dark Brown hair with the hazel eyes. He went out doing skateboarding even though he had asthma. When he knew about Beauxbatons he jumped at the chance to go and knowing this would help him in some way.
Personality:
Connor is a poor boy but doesn't ever git pity to himself for being poor. He is a smart boy and takes advantage of that two.He never really interacted with the "posher" side of Matlocke as he won't of "fitted in" but he prefers to be himself before being anything-else. He isn't a big ladies man like some boys around tons. He prefers finding someone who is right so if it doesn't work none of them will have they're hearts broken. Connor doesn't think about anything but others. If he saw you alone he would go upto you, if you were bored he'd talk to you. He does that alot.He sometimes gets angry and is a bit annoyed at it and that can sometimes lead him to a mood. He also can be a bit selfish even though he doesn't notice it. He doesn't stand upto anyone when it happens to be bullying he's to timid and scared.

Connor is protective of his heart, he keeps flirting to a minimum and decides to be who he is which is not a flirter. He has asthma so it's hard for him to interact with sports but he does try his best. He's not the big jock at school but not the geek at school he's just normal. Girls can find him 'Hot' if you say but he's like a nobody at school. That's what is wrong.



Sample RP:
grab his skateboard. When suddenly "Connor!" His mother cried "Connor",
"What Mum!" He shouted back!
"Here's you're lunch" She came out gave him his lunch and stepped back inside. "You look so much like you're father!" She said gleefully.
"Mum..." Said Connor.
"No Go out I'm fine!" She protested,
He skated off to the place to go and get a carriage. He sat in the carriage alone as ever and felt scared. He sat there and time went by then before you knew it Beauxbatons was here. He had just got there he was feeling nervous already and had big butterflies in his stomach and hated the feel of butterflies in you're stomach and he was so scared he could feel tingling up his spine. Biting his nails he walked into his first class.

Charms it was amazing with all these different types of spells he didn't even know off. And before you knew it he was back in the corridors of Beauxbatons. He had nobody to talk to he was alone like always.He decided to walk to the lake the glistening lake. He didn't love the fact he was here but it could get better he was only here on his first day. He hated the fact he couldn't help his mum. But he had to go eventually. He was nearly 18.


Does he have any flaws? Asthma is not a personality flaw.

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[peter]

First Name: Peter

Middle Name: Vincent

Last Name: Grant

Age: seventeen

Appearance:

History: Peter is the first born of Michelle and Peter. His parent were originally from France, but because of his dad's job, they moved to New York, but then moved to the other side of the country where Peter was born in Seattle, Washington. It was really a great place to raise a child. The community was peaceful and it was truly great. They named Peter after his father and his true name is Peter Vincent Grant the second, but as Peter grew older he just left the second part off since it sounded weird to him. Just two years later his younger sister was born and they named her Shannon and she too was born in Seattle. But then their dad's job made them move again but this time it was final since the company their dad worked for was created in Ireland. So they four of them moved to Ireland and it wasn't all that different from Seattle.

Another two years later he got another younger sister and she was named Danielle. Peter grew up and at the age of five he became involved with sports. Soccer was his first sport and then by the age of 10 he got tired of it and went to a wizard sport - Quidditch - and a the muggle sport basketball. Later at the age of twelve he started up baseball and that he found out was a blast to play. As a little kid he always loved hitting random objects and this was great for him. He already knew how to play golf since his family loved playing golf. As he got older he got into lacrosse, track and field and wrestling. He was a busy kid, but then he knew he'd have to go to a wizard school at some point since he showed signs of being a wizard he knew he'd have to choose which sports he would continue to do. Obviously wizards only played Qudditch and Peter decided to focus more on that particular sport.

Winter came around and he now had a girlfriend. He remembered going into what was considered high school over in Ireland and was probably one of the most popular guys in school. But Peter didn't like to think of it that way and then school ended and that summer he gotten a letter from a school called Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. He knew some people who went there and it was also located in France where his cousins lived. He accepted and he was really excited to finally be going to a wizard school instead of a muggle school where he knew he didn't really belong to.

Personality: Peter is by far one of the most athletic guys you will ever know. Ever since he was ten years old, Peter has been an overachiever in sports. When he went to a muggle school, he was one of the best players on the team. He's very motivated and any free time he has is devoted to improving his skills. Quidditch has been his best sport, and the others are not as fantastic as when he plays Quidditch. From playing so many sports he has made numerous of friends and has learned to be one of the most friendliest guys around. He treats the girls the way they want to and respects everybody in school, even the people he doesn't like. He may not like the them as much, but at least he pretends he does so he doesn't get on any body's bad side. Peter thinks that he doesn't have any enemies, but he does and just doesn't know it. He can be a bit oblivious and ignorant, but it wouldn't be him if he didn't.

Given that he devotes all of his time to sports, he isn't exactly the greatest student in the school. He just barely passes with an average grade, but it is passing so he's satisfied with it. Occasionally though his sister who is a very smart has to tutor him or help him study for a test since he isn't very good at memorizing facts and information for school. Of course he's great at memorizing things when it's sports related. That's one of his downfalls that brings him down in life. He isn't really planning on having a career that involves a person to be smart in. He plans to go professional in Quidditch most likely.

Apart from his nice guy attitude Peter can be very opposite from his usual self when he's in the game. He's insanely aggressive, angry, pushy, and tends to yell so much that by the end of the game his voice is hoarse. But his leadership is amazing and a lot of his teammates look to him for help and admire his leadership and honesty in the sport. He is a true athlete indeed.

When it comes down to the girls, he's a charmer. He hasn't come across one girl that hasn't said no to him. Peter never listens to those people who say you should do it until your married. Just recently he'd done it with his fifth girlfriend who he thought he was going to live with for the rest of his life, but she broke up with him saying they needed to move on. He grieved for months and finally his friends pulled him out and since then he hasn't had a real relationship since two years ago that winter. He's had only a couple of one night stands, but the rest last as long as three weeks and then he's moving on afraid that he might get hurt again. It's become a bad habit of his, but the girls keep throwing themselves at him, so he figures that it's alright.

Sample RP: Peter sat in his dorm looking at his costume. He said he would go and he wasn't sure where his friends were at the moment and he had been sitting there staring at his costume while waiting for somebody to show up. Peter sighed. If he was going to wait he might as well waste his time getting his costume on. He stripped down to just his boxers and pulled on the brown jeans he had bought. He didn't really like the brown pants that the real Indiana Jones wore so he played it up a bit. His shirt was a tan button up that he only buttoned up half way so his bare chest would show a bit like in the first couple of movies had done with his appearance. He walked over and pulled on some anklets and shoved his feet into some black shoes he wasn't so fond of. But he was sure everybody was going to look weird so he didn't worry too much. He bent over and picked up his brown hat that looked almost like the real thing and walked over to a mirror. So far it was pretty great looking. He went over to his closet and pulled out a brown leather jacket and slipped it on. One last look in the mirror and Peter just stood there for a minute and then sighed. "Ah, hell with it." He muttered and walked out of his dorm.

Walking by himself down the halls to the courtyard, he saw many guys getting together and helping each other get stuff and they were running back and forth between dorms laughing at different costumes. This was probably the only day that guys could fuss over their appearance. Although Peter was victim to taking his time sometimes when he wanted to impress someone or if he was just in that mood. He walked in silence saying hey to a couple of people and that was about it.

He then reached the Courtyard where the party was and his prediction was right. There weren't many people, but what else was he supposed to do while he waited for his friends? He was too siked for the party, so he just went with the flow and arrived early. He scanned the area and was really impressed with the place. It actually looked spooky and he'd have to find someone he knew that was on the Dance Committee to tell them that it was great. He saw his cousin Monique dancing with his best friend Cary. A couple other people were there also and a bunch of nerds were hanging out dancing like the retards they were. Peter chuckled at the site and then another girl caught his eyes. He knew her even as he was looking at the back of her head and noticed the referee costume that seemed to flaunt her body. Peter couldn't help but stare at her butt and then when he caught himself and walked over to her. When he was standing next to her and draped an arm around her shoulders and stood there. "Mmmm girl, that should be against the rules to wear that!" Peter said with a big grin as he said a cheesy pickup line even though she probably wouldn't register it as a pickup line. He didn't even mean it actually, it was more of a funny joke. Peter cursed himself for opening his mouth to say it, but he hoped she'd just laugh. "Pretty empty, huh?" Peter said to make up for his pathetic attempt to be funny around her. Why was he so stupid?

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Must be Rouerie