Sorting (Term Eleven)

[meira]

First Name: Meira
Last Name: Gray
Age: 17
Appearance:

History:
Meira Gray was born in Canada, Quebec. She lived her first ten years there, took her first steps, spoke her first words, rode her first bike. Its where her brothers had their first everything too. Meira is the youngest in her family, and the only girl. She was her mother's favorite, and often spoiled. Her brothers were very protective of her too. She had exactly 4 best friends in Quebec, and she remembers them calling themselves the feirce five. She's still in contact with two of those friends, and she had no idea what happened to the other two. They probably moved on with their own lives. Her parents are a pair of nice muggles, both with big dreams. When she turned 11, they moved to France. They spoke their language, as they were french Canadians. Its funny. Both of her parents origionated in France. Both had grandparents who moved from France to Canada. Now they are back in France. Meira, at first, hated France, mainly because it took her away from her best friends. After a few years she made more friends, got along with a lot of her cousins and her family in France loved her.

When she was 16, her powers started to show. Things dissappeared, things appeared. Stuff happened that was unexplainable, and they only excited Meira. They didn't scare her. She wanted to do more with them, and many times, she tried and tried to get them to work. Many times she pointed her finger at things, used her mind to try and get things to move or do whatever she did by accident. Anger, fright, and extreme happiness seemed to trigger these magic things, but Meira never figured out how to make them work. A couple months later she received a letter from Beauxbatons. She knew this was where she belonged. She showed them to her mom and dad, and her three brothers. They all didn't believe it at first, but the truth stuck to them sooner or later. All but her father did not want her to leave, but they accepted it in the end, deciding that it was what's best for Meira. You can say she has a happy, gooey history, nothing very special.

Personality: Meira is a rather happy person, always looking for positivity. She acts before she does. She makes a good million mistakes every day and they may bother many people, but she tends to be ignorant to that. She is very proud of everything good she does, and ignores everything she does that is below expectations. She kind of just throws it over her shoulder and forgets about it. No big deal. She's too much into her own world. She's so used of her family picking things up after her. She was always the little monster throwing things around the house and her brothers always chased her and picked her things up and put them in the right place. Things haven't changed.

Meira is also kind of an airhead. Many questions sit around in her head and she isn't afraid to ask them. She had asked her mom many things that made her mother uncomfortable. Meira doesnt always learn from these questions. She often forgets the answers later. She's very forgetful. Meira also isn't one to hide anything from anyone. She'll keep a secret, she is great at that, but she will lay out her life on display for everyone.

Sample RP:

[aquinnahbyrne]

First Name: Aquinnah

Last Name: Bryne

Age: 14

Appearance:

History: Aquinnah was born of the first of the first, 1995, born to Patrick and Terra Byrne. Her birth was much anticipated as maybe, this time it would be a boy but as it was their second, they were prepared. Yellow clothes and a little hints of blue and pink. As Aquinnah grew up, she was the one who was always fighting for attention. Not that she didn't receive any but it was that she always thought of herself as deserving more.

The first sign of her magic was on her sister's tenth birthday. Of course, it was Kite who received all the presents, all the birthday kisses and of course all of the attention. She wasn't quite the little girl to ignore it or to acknowledge her sister's special occasion. After all the whining, there was no response of which she wanted. And of course, this annoyed her to the point she was infuriated. The birthday cake was angrily lifted into the air and dropped on her sister's birthday head. Luckily, the cake was saved by a close of eye of mother's and Aquinnah was sent to her room.

Personality: Aquinnah is a good daughter, sister and friend, only if she wants to. Her temper usually gets the best of her but not in the tantrum type of way. More like back-stabbing and revenge behind their backs. Fortunately, not everyone should expect this kind of treatment. Her sweeter side shows regularly, to close ones only. With one glance, you would see a outer shell of her that puts on a show for other's 'amusement.'

Academically, she isn't really a bad student. She mostly doesn't try hard enough, not enough for professors anyway. But Beauxbatons, according to her parents, was an opportunity to do her very best. They tried to understand what mused around in her head but they soon assumed, it was just a teenage thing. Honestly, this was a hundred percent correct.

With friends, it was like you had stepped into another world of hers. If you were in her good books, then heaven you go but if you weren't, let's just wish you don't know her at all. She's quite protective of her real friends, sticking up and making sure those who opposed went, well, down. She'll make you laugh, make you cry and make you tear your own heart out instead of she doing the messy stuff. Word of advice, approach with caution.

Sample RP: Aquinnah pulled her suitcase from the carriage as she couldn't be bothered to search through her coat for her wand, just yet. The cold wetness of the day was getting to her properly since the very first day of winter. She couldn't help it today, it was the whole change thing that made her bad-mooded. It was the first of day of Beauxbatons. The school her sister had been going on and one about and today, finally, she was here.

It definitely gave a feeling of freedom and space but amazingly, too much. She felt insecure from the minute she had stepped foot on the grounds of her new academy. The whole feeling made her shiver, or maybe it could have been the temperature but still, it was new to her. Gripping the handle of her suitcase tightly, she made her way into the actual castle of the school. The suitcase was fairly normally sized but really, it was charmed to make bigger fit. Not by her of course, to learn was the reason she was here.

I'm thinking Sournois for Aquinnah.

[butterflyeffect]

First Name:

william scott

Last Name:

marlowe

Age:

Seventeen

Appearance:



History:

It all started with an irrevocable understanding. To save the life of those he loved, he’d have to give up his soul. It sounded simple enough at the time, but as the ages wore on, his feature’s not marring, all those around him died anyway. A seemingly obvious waste of time. He remembered the name of the man who held his soul, not the real name of course, as that named seemed to be lost to the winds of time. The man was known to all those as simply Mephistophilis, quite a homage to the original Phillip Marlowe, don’t you think? Through this very play is where William identified himself as a Marlowe, as they both sold their soul, but that was just about where the similarities end. Before his soul was taken from him, William grew up in a very successful part of London, his air was everything that was expected of such a debonair young man. His intelligence had promoted him to the top of his classes at Eton, much to the dismay of those around him, as he did not especially get along with anyone that greatly outside of his family. They saw him as pitifully arrogant, yet they could not fault his impeccable manner’s. That was one of the many questionable traits concerning him, he was perfectly horrid to most of the boys, yet he had such a pleasant way of speaking so that one would have to certainly think twice whenever he spoke. At Eton, during the time of his education, of which the date is not currently known by him, he came across a man, a man that would certainly be easily looked over by anyone else, but William felt oddly drawn to him. And then so it began.

His life from then on, with the influence of this man became ultimately more amiable, if that was even possible. They would befriend almost anyone, the man introducing the young boy as his protégé to whoever would listen. Yet, after many curious and quaint weeks of devoted friendship, something odd happened. Something he overlooked at the time, but if had truly the wits to see it, then maybe he would have died along with his family when old age consumed him. Mephistophilis always carried a book around with him, a book which he was never allowed to look at, or even say that he knew of it’s existence.



Personality:


Sample RP:


it remains as a work in progress.

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[marnie]

marnie rose lebeau

WORK IN PROGRESSSSSS![/center]

First Name:

Marnie Rose.

Last Name:

Lebeau.

Age:

Sixteen.

Appearance:

History:

Skylar Mitchells and Jeremy Lebeau couldn't have been more opposite. Skylar was the quite one, the silent artist who had a close group of friends she could trust. Jeremy was the resident clown, he liked to show off, was rather arrogant and had a large group of friends. Skylar didn't get it. To him she wasn't just another girl, to Jeremy Sjylar Mitchells was special. So he pestered her untill sher finally agreed to go out on a date with him in their last year at beauxbatons. But one date soon turned into another, and before they knew it they were a couple and very much in love.

Personality:

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[charity]

First Name: Charity Constantine.
Last Name: Ashton.
Age: Sixteen.

Appearance:

History:

Leonard Ashton and Destiny Fletcher were forbidden. Leonard was a pure-blood and he’s parent still had expectations for their son, and they expected him to marry a pure-blood women with a good family and history. Leonard didn’t want to marry a pure-blood women, he didn’t even want to get married! But then Destiny Fletcher, the cute little Cossu, came along and changed everything. She was beautiful, smart and everything Leonard had ever dreamed for in a women. Destiny was perfect, the only trouble was that she was his Juliet and he her Romeo. Destiny had no real family alive, having been put into foster care at a young age, so no one was there to disapprove of it all. But Leonard’s family were typical pure-blood’s, so the young couple kept their relationship a secret. It was in their seventh year that Leonard’s twin sister, Elladore, caught Leonard and Destiny together. Elladore was shocked and immediately informed the rest of the family.

Leonard was lost for what to do. He hated his family and their expectations, and Destiny meant everything to him. But, was he prepared to break off all ties with his family forever to be with his Juliet? A month after their relationship was made public a distraught Destiny told Leonard she was pregnant, which made him make up his mind that he would never leave his girl friend or their unborn child. Little did he know she’d been raped a month before and either he or her attacker could’ve been the father. Leonard wrote his parents, telling them Destiny was pregnant and that they were engaged. Being the good man he was, he also invited them to the wedding that was to take place in two months.

On the eighth of November Leonard and Destiny became Mr and Mrs Ashton. Only Leonard’s little brother was supportive and showed up and Destiny’s adoptive family were there, as well as friends from Beayxbatons. It was a beautiful garden wedding, and a pregnant Destiny was beginning to show her baby bump. Even with her baby bump, Destiny was the most beautiful women Leonard had ever laid eyes on and hated himself for ever even considering leaving his lady love. Leonard started working as aurora, but he hated being away from his stay-at-home wife during the day, as she was fragile and weak, often fainting or having dizzy spells.

It was Christmas Eve. Destiny’s water broke early. The twins wasn’t due until February. Destiny gave birth to an extremely tiny baby girl and average sized boy, Charity Constantine Ashton and Callum Daniel Ashton, twins! Doctors told them that Charity would only last a few days that she was far too small and there was hardly any chance of survival. Charity proved them wrong, showing she was a fighter even from birth. A month and a half later she was taken home and she spent time with her twin brother.

Charity was a good child, she didn’t cry often and laughed. When she was five her mother enrolled her in a muggle kindergarten, and Destiny began working as a Healer. Charity got along well with the other children, most of the time. But at the end of the year something strange happened. Charity was angry, she didn’t want to take a nap, and made one of the blanket’s float in mid-air. Luckily the teacher was a squib, and just laughed it off before calling Charity’s parents and explaining the situation. Their daughter had showed signs of magic at five years old, before her twin brother had.

Charity met Nathaniel when she was fourteen, and they begun going out. She was happy with Nathaniel, and she really loved him. They were the perfect couple, and she thought they'd be forever together. But then the unthinkable happened, something Charity hadn’t been expecting. A week before she was due to attend Beauxbatons a letter arrived, from Nathaniel. He said he was n't going with her to Beauxbatons and it would just be best if they saw other people, and that he was sorry for everything and he swore never to come back into her life and told her to move on. Charity was crushed, and Callum was furious that he’d let Nathaniel hurt his sister, even if it was only emotionally. Little did either of them know that Nathaniel and his family had been forced to go into hiding because their father was an important ministry official and Nathaniel’s little brother had been killed after his father ignored threats.

Charity spent the week crying upstairs in her room. Callum felt helpless, he hadn’t protected her from the one man that had the power to break her heart. He vowed to never let a man close enough to his twin sister to let it happen again, it broke his heart to see her so depressed. Charity wasn’t exactly going to jump into another guy’s arms anyway, she just wanted to study and forget all about men, especially Nathaniel.

Personality:

Charity is extremely strong headed and opinionated. She has an opinion about everything, and if she doesn’t have an opinion about something she’ll investigate the issue more until she forms one. She tends to win most arguments because of the fact she has other things to back-up what she’s saying. Although, she has been known to say things without thinking about them and regretting them later, as most people do. Sometimes she can jump into situations without thinking, she has been known to just jump into the middle of a duel and get hurt a few times. Callum has to deal with the fact his twin acts without thinking, but it often worries him because she tends to get hurt.

Being stubborn and having a quick temper come with the fact that she’s a red head. Well, not really. Charity is very stubborn, if she knows she’s right then she won’t take no for an answer. And she won’t give up on anything; determination is another aspect of her personality. And as for her quick temper, it’s really not easy to upset her or make her angry. Insults are pathetic and childish, but they can often make her blow. Charity suffers from awful PMS, so if you anger her around the right time you could easily end up with a shrieking girl at you. She’s naturally defensive of everyone, especially those who come across as fragile and unable to protect themselves, never mind the fact that she is about as fragile as it gets. The worst thing someone could do would be to say something about Callum or a friend of hers, but even worse would be to bring up the subject of Nathaniel.

Charity was never the emotional type, ever. She would never let anyone see she’s hurt, and would never admit it if she was. After Nathaniel left her, she stayed in her room to cry so no one else would have to witness her tears. When she went to Beauxbatons hshe came across as perfectly fine, but behind closed doors she was far from fine. Night time was the worst for her, because it was when she’d meet Nathaniel and often snuggle into his arms. Behind her smiling face, Charity is a broken mess and if someone were to mention Nathaniel at all she’d be sure to burst out in tears.

Callum and Charity have the ‘twin’ thing going on. They can sense when the others hurt, like the time Charity broke her arm and Callum knew something was wrong. They were never the kind of twins who dressed the same, that just wasn’t their style and their mother wanted them to be individuals. But they can finish each other’s sentences sometimes and often have an idea of what the other’s thinking, for example Callum always knows when his sister is thinking about Nathaniel and tends to know just what to say to cheer her up.

Charity is an animal lover at heart. She has strong morals and beliefs about animals and the environment, and is the kind of girl that would rather be outside hiking then inside painting her nails. Charity is a vegetarian, believing that animals have rights and just because they can’t speak for themselves doesn’t mean that their rights should be violated. She looks down upon clothes made out of animal fur, and is often disgusted that someone could do that to a helpless animal.

She has a passion for sports, both muggle and magical. As a child she would often be found outside kicking a ball, or running around. Before Beauxbatons the only sports she played were muggle, but in her first year she found Quidditch, and in her first year. After that no one could keep her off the broom, even after she had an awful accident.

Charity isn’t looking for a man; she was never the kind of girl that just jumped into any guy’s arms. She’s independent and believes she doesn’t need ‘a man’s touch.’ Nathaniel was the first and last guy she fell for, and the main reason she fell for him was because he accepted the fact she could look after herself and gave her space. Charity hates ‘macho’ men, or guys that believe women are fragile and delicate and can’t look after themselves. She’s often pulled Callum up for being too protective of her. It frustrates her, especially now that Nathaniel’s mates are trying to see if she’s alright. Any man that tried to act superior or Godly with Charity would certainly get put right back in their place.

The sixteen year old comes across as innocent and unexperienced, that’s because she is. Charity hasn’t experienced the hardships of life, except for a broken heart. She’s a virgin too, and it would never be like her to easily give up her virginity. She’d been planning on losing her virginity to Nathaniel when they got back from the holidays, but now he’s gone and it’s unlikely she’d allow another man to seduce her into it. Charity, in a way, is scared of sleeping with someone at all. She fears what she does not know, and is afraid of sleeping with someone who she doesn’t really love or trust.

Sample RP:

The girl tossed and turned in her sleep, becoming tangled up within the sheets but unable to wretch herself free from them as, in her dream, she was the captive of something else. Hands gripped at her legs, clutched tightly at her waist, stifled her body and made her sweat. What they were doing, she didn’t know, for her voice was nonexistent, her only ability to scream silently while something far more frightening – and revolting – came from the darkness to face her. This time, her scream was not silent and what woke her up was the sudden feeling of being pressed down upon from above her. Her eyes flew open to encounter the fabric of a pillow, and she flung it away in anger. Sitting up, she ripped her blankets from her body and slid so that her feet were dangling from the side of her bed.

“Oh, do shut up, Charity. Some of us are trying to sleep.” someone murmured, their voice groggy with sleep. Murmuring obscenities under her breath at that person, she wiped a hand across her fevered brow and fanned herself before getting out of bed and leaving her dorm room, and later common room, behind. She was shaken, to say the least, and her bare feet made the soft clump as she made her way down the corridors in naught but boxer shorts and a wife beater. She was too exhausted, and a bit too confused, to care much about her attire, however, and so her feet tread a familiar path to a place that was bound to be abandoned at this hour.

Her hands rubbed at her eyes and she stumbled, catching herself on the stairs as she made her way towards her designated tower. Once there, she shut the door firmly behind her and collapsed into a sitting position against it. That dream…There were so many things wrong with it in the first place, from her wandering in search of something until the shocking realization that there was nothing for her to find, to the hands that had clutched at her…and then his face… She shuddered, suddenly cold and shivering after the events that had gone on in just the past ten or fifteen minutes.

Charity stood then, hugging herself around her middle and making her way to the window, gazing out across the lawns of Beauxbatons and hoping for that sense of peace to envelope her. A sense of peace would be greatly appreciated at that moment in time, and there was nothing she longed for more. Oh, that was a lie and her heart knew it, for there was something that she longed for, very much so. But it was a common, silly thing for girls to expect, something that couldn’t possibly occur and be real. A lesson she had learned, actually, and hated something in herself for it. Surprised when a dot of wetness fell onto her shirt, a hand came to her eyes to find that she was crying.

Good god, is there no end to my weaknesses…? she thought angrily, wiping them away hastily as the board outside the door creaked in a way that signified someone was about to intrude.

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I'm thinking Rouerie.

[halifax]

First Name: Aisley Sorcha

Last Name: Halifax

Age: 17

Appearance:


[History:

Aisley was born in [Cumbernauld] Glasgow, Scotland. Her mum and dad [Milo and Léa Halifax] were two hardworking business people with their mindset always on their goals. Aisley spent her days with different nanis and babysitters. She even became close with one, Annette, who became her "replacement mum" as Aisley called her. Once her real mum found this out, she never saw Annette again. She never really knew why until she got older. Soon, she recieved a new male nani whom was very strict toward her. In time, she'd grow to hate Nigel, the new nani. He would make her clean the house despite the fact it was his chores to help out. He just saw her as a disgraceful little eight year old.

After Aisley turned ten, Milo recieved a job promotion in Nova Scotia. In turn, the entire family found themselves setting up their lifestyle there. Thankfully, for Aisley, she would never see Nigel ever again, nor Annette, but she did meet some interesting people. Her new babysitter, Ellen, was a teenage punk rocker that could care less about what she did or what her parents asked her to do. She was basically free to do whatever she pleased... as long as she was back at the house by 17:30 [5:30PM]. Aisley would wander the front and backyard, and down the street and back. There would be this older homeless man whom she'd talk to. Of course, Aisley didn't realize he was homeless, but she could start a conversation with anyone. He would talk about stories of when he was a junkie, when he had a wife, Caroline, and how much he missed her. Though, by the time, Aisley turned twelve, she never saw him again. To this day, she still doesn't know what happened to him.

Nova Scotia was basically heaven on earth for her. Even though she was still a citizen of Scotland, she loved it there. Scotland, however, would always be her home. Ellen, her babysitter, would still come over after five years [surprisingly]. She would sit in their den and smoke next to the window while Aisley would travel down the street. On her little travels, she would sit and stare blankly into an old abandoned building --she had her first vision. She saw a new apartment and a new school. She saw a few people that she never recognized, but they were speaking a different language. Aisley regained conciousness. She figured it was a daydream, though it felt real. She would move on from there. Though, the same visions were repetitive. She had another one when her parents first got home a week later and again during her rare chats with Ellen.

By age fifteen, her father recieved another promotion and they were next stationed in France. Aisley realized she would have to learn a semi-new lifestyle along with a new language. Her new muggle school would be a bit different with the people, but she made friends quickly. They understood her circumstances and helped her out. Aisley picked up french fairly quickly [quicker than her parents anyway]. She knew as much as someone in a French I class.

Recently, Aisley recieved her letter to Beauxbatons. Both of her parents were fairly confused... along with herself. It was a school for witchcraft and wizardry. Aisley never sought herself as a witch and her parents even admitted that they were muggles. That was until the day she spent the night over Neil's house, her new babysitter, [since he was having a party (as normal on Saturday nights and he couldn't come over to Aisley's, so he took her over his house)] and someone's margerita exploded in their hands out of Aisley's boredome. It was the surprise of the night since the drink even hit the ceiling and all over the floor. Neil took her home immediately and never came back. From then, she hasn't had a babysitter or nani since she can fend for herself. Now that she was going to school, she didn't have to deal with her parents until summer.

[Personality:

Aisley is strangely optimistic and has an active imagination. She can start a conversation with just about anyone and everyone and loves to laugh. She doesn't figure embarrassment as a bad thing, she'll laugh off the stupid things she does. Aisley realizes she makes mistakes, but feels that only bad things can get better with time. Aisley also has a strong, but sensitive kind of attitude. She can maintain a strong head on her shoulders and can never really break down or blow a gasket with anger, but little things can get to her [hidden, of course].

She is very intelligent. She loves to read and write short stories in her free time. Her daydreams most of the time take the best of her when she's writing. Aisley loves to be creative in them, and even draws a few of them out on the side of her pages...

[Sample RP:

The young girl was finally free. She could escape the mediocre parents that she recieved, but she couldn't help but wonder why she was turning out like them. Aisley yearned to get things done, but on the other hand, she loved to goof off. Her parents, however, never had the time to even talk to her or watch her grow up. Her friends in her neighborhood has probably seen more than her parents have. It was a hard truth to admit, but it seemed probable. Aisley came back from her daydream out the train window and realized her nail was coming to a stub if she kept biting it. She looked down at the gross, red, almost close to bleeding fingernail.

Her hand fell back on her lap. Aisley let out a small sigh and looked back into the empty compartment. Her feet were planted on the seat in front of her as she sat in a slouch. Her first trip from home without her parents seemed like a blessing. She could take travelling anymore. Though, it seemed funny to her that as many times as she had moved, her parents nor her accent hadn't changed. It was the strong Glaswegian accent she had been born with. That concept always made her ponder, but she couldn't help it. She came back to the moving pictures in the window. A lake was approaching and they moved over a large bridge. Without recognition, she bit her fingernail again.

Soon, someone knocked onto the trolley. Aisley's head snapped to the compartment door, but it was only the lady moving the trolley down the hallway, and accidently hitting her door. Aisley sighed. She kind of wished she packed something to do... Like that puzzle Ellen bought her when she was bored. Then again, Aisley kind of figured it was hers from when she was younger and she never really bought it since it had a giant coffee stain on the dog-eared left corner. It gave her something to do at least...

Aisley watched outside once more, until her door opened to reveal someone unfamiliar. Her fingernail came out of her mouth and she gave a friendly smirk.

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Must be Cossu.

[ellacolquoit]

First Name:

Ella

Last Name:

Colquoit

Age:

16

Appearance:



History:

Ella was born on April 3rd; however, this is also the
anniversary of the day her father was locked in Azkaban. When she was young, Ella would often question to her mother about her fathers whereabouts but the question would always get ignored or pushed aside. By the age of 7, the young red-head gave up on her question and it would never be spoken of again. But this didn’t mean Ella wouldn’t sneak into her fathers office every once in a while to snoop through his things. This lead her to finding out that her father had been framed in the fact people thought he was trying to overthrow the ministry along with other various individuals. As usual, whenever she tried to tell anyone she would be ignored – after all, who would listen to a child of 10.

By her 14th birthday, her mother had remarried to a man who seemed to fit her quite well. Conceited and greedy; perfect match. He had a son 2 years older then Ella, but they still got along reasonably well. Most of the fact they got along so well was because they both agreed on one thing, they both hated their parents. Unfortunately, her ‘brother’ left that year after receiving a letter of acceptance into a wizarding school, leaving her alone with her wicked ‘parents’. Thankfully it was only 2 years later that Ella received her letter to attend Beauxbatons, finally free from her horrible guardians.

Personality:

Ella is generally a fairly confident person, willing to give new things a try if a challenge presents itself. However, she can also be pretty easygoing at times and also depending on where she is and who she’s around. Like everyone she has flaws, of which her main ones are being brutally honest at the worst of times and often to a point of cruelty and also being quite bossy to people when she feels as though she is the leader to them. Being stubborn is probably one of Ella’s good and bad traits, she often hopes it works in her favor in the end though.

Sample RP:

The crunching of her black flats against the grey, stone driveway were the only sounds currently reaching her ears. Ella pulled her coat closer to her as she walked down the driveway on that cold morning. Going to get the mail today seemed to be the only time she could get away from her mothers’ constant nagging about this and that unimportant thing. Unfortunately these short moments of piece would soon end as soon as her mother managed to replace her deceased pygmy owl – poor thing, and her mother wondered why they kept dying, did she ever think to feed it? Didn’t think so.

A sigh escaped her slightly parted, pale lips, creating a small flicker of steam in front of her eyes. As the tall, red-head reached the mailbox – which was scarcely used due to the fact it was mostly there to blend in with the muggles that may venture past – and searched through its contents she wasn’t surprised to find things like bills or letters from the ministry for her step-father. A delicate eyebrow rose as she stared at a certain letter that stood out from the rest. It was addressed to her, for once, from…Beauxbatons Academy? Ella’s eyes widened and out of excitement she started squealing slightly and jumping up and down continuously. Finally she could get away from the hell she called home. With her lips plastered into a wide smile on her face she started sprinting back to her home, eager to go as soon as possible.

I'm thinking Sournois.

[abraml]

First Name:

Last Name:

Age:

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Personality:

[/i]. This feature in particular, really pushes people away.

As for love, Abram is a bit of a skeptic. He doesn't believe that love just happens; he believes that love is initiated and needs work. With this being said, Abram hasn't ever been in love. He is the guy who flirts with anything that walks (well not anything, Abram is rather judge mental). Girls, girls, girls, are what are on Abram's mind. His teenage hormones are in control; his mind is just slightly behind.

Aside from all of these seemingly bad traits, Abram has some strengths in him. Abram is a man of fashion, so he always knows what is in and what is out. His music collection is always bursting at the seams with new bands that have just emerged on the scene. Despite the fact that he is forgetful about his school work, Abram knows everything that is happening around the academy. He literally has the place wired. Most people will come to him when something is up or in question.

Abram also has a knack for persuasion. He knows that if you play with words the right way, you can get what you want. This usually works when he fails to turn in an assignment or when a plan fails to turn in his direction. [/ul]

Sample RP:

[/i] Abram folded the last edge of the completed note. With a quick movement of the hand, Abram had the note slid under Quincey's folder. He looked at her with a coy grin and nodded as if to initiate her to open it. Chuckling, he waited for her reaction as she unfolded and read the note. Abram laughed uncontrollably when he saw the expression on her face. "What?" He mouthed. She shrugged and crunched the note together with a smug look on her face. She put an L on her forehead to signify that he was a pathetic loser. How lame. Abram thought to himself as he pursed his lips and shook his head "no".

"Is there a problem?" His teacher asked. All of the sudden every eye was on him. Quincey bursted into laughter. "Quincey?" The teacher interrogated. Abram shrugged and rested his head in his hands. "I can reassure you. It's nothing." The teacher scoffed and continued on with his lesson. Abram couldn't help but be distracted with a good looking girl next to him. Her weightless blond hair kept "accidentally" brushing against him. For the first time, Abram cursed the closeness of the tables. He simply could not concentrate. Quincey smiled at him and passed him another note back. I think I know my way around here fine. I need some help studying though... Abram's smile widened. Another girl had fallen for his well-throughout ways.

The bell rang and Abram watched as Quincey stood up and headed for the door. "Hey, Quince, wait up." Abram said, giving her a new nickname. She turned around and beamed at him. "We can't possibly start studying now can we?" She said playfully. Abram laughed lightly. "Well, catch up with me later. Lunch?" He asked, trying to mask his desperateness. Quincey nodded and headed towards her next class. Abram mentally patted himself on the back. Another girl, another day.
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Must be Sournois.

[reynolds]

First Name: alexander

Last Name: reynolds

Age: seventeen

Appearance:

History: AJ was born a twin. He sometimes doesn't like it. That means sharing certain things. AJ isn't to intent on sharing things. Same birthday, facial features, a bit of personality, friends, style, etc etc. He wondered what his parents were thinking when they decided to have everything of their's match. It was a horrid thought to think he looked almost exactly like his older sister Monique. On September 24, the birth from their mother Ariel Reynolds came two children known as twins. The frist was named Monique Juniper, the second Alexander Jason. Alex grew to hate his name. It was so unoriginal and kind of common. AJ liked variety and spiced his name up by using the first letters of his first name and middle named. He's been known as AJ ever since second grade. Only new teachers call him by his real name. Everybody else knows him as AJ. He even introduces himself as AJ.

Not being a seer means nobody knows what the future holds. That would've been a handy tool to have. Cheats, lies, sorrow, hate, and so much more would arise and AJ wouldn't see it coming. Not until he was ten. Hearing things from stories, he figured everything happend at ten years old. It really did. Not to everybody, but to his family it did. His mom left them and only a note was left behind. Their dad wouldn't let them read it. He was on the verge of tears and his face looked very angry. AJ didn't know what to do and niether did his sister. Two days later AJ got a hold of the note while his dad was away. He stood there reading it as his heart was broken into a million pieces. Their mom cheated on their dad, had an affair, loved that man and went to be with him for the rest of her fricking life. Monique had read the note too. She broke down in tears after reading the note. AJ felt bad for her too. She wouldn't have someone to teach her all that girl stuff they need to know.

AJ hated his mom from then on. He grew up, tried not to talk about it, but when it did, AJ grew silent, turned a bit red. If it was prodded a bit more he'd start this huge long rant and it has happend before. His dad couldn't stand where they lived anymore. He moved back to where he was born and raised: France. AJ would like to say life was never the same, but it's not entirely true. There are still some things that are the same thankfully.

Personality: Alexander Reynolds never liked his name. That's why he goes by AJ. An all around cocky musician that can get any girl he wants with his words, expression and lies. Everything is like a game to AJ. He was never one to like school. He and his twin sister Monique are polar opposites in most things. Art is one passion that they both share alone with some facial features and some personallity traits, but none of them like to admit it. He's a lazy guy; parties late, sleeps in late. He almost gets what he wants in some ways. It's a good thing he has some good morals. He knows that he can't be too dependent on people so he does limit himself. It's how he draws people in. He makes them think he's this nice, generous, witty guy and then let's them see inside him a bit more by showing he's a leader. People look up to him, which isn't always the best thing in the world. He's insanly perssuasive though. It's his key to success.

Being a ladies man, AJ has dated many, many women inside school and outside of the school. He needs to be loved since he parents don't provide that. He probably is friends with everybody inside school. At least he thinks he is and wants to be. He tries his hardest for everybody to like him, but sometimes that just doesn't happen. Especially since there is such diversity in the school. AJ is almost like a magician in some ways. Nobody knows how he does it and he's truelly a unique person and not another like him.

He plays his guitar when he's trying to figure out something. You can hear slow soft music drift while in deep thought. He does get surprised when a girl dumps him. It's always puzzled him when girls fall for him when they know what might happen in the future. He figures he's a challenge to some girls. This thought has always boosted his ego. Ever since entering elementry school, AJ has been a people watcher and observant like his sister. This is probably how he got his ability to tell when a person is lying. Just from a persons face and certain jestures. It's just like the TV show Lie to Me, but AJ isn't as good as him and knows that some of it isn't true, so he isn't that gullable.

Sample RP: Another day gone. It was getting late and AJ was out and about in town. No way was he going to stick around and be bored in the stupid school that he was supposed to be learning in. AJ laughed at learning. He was going to be a star and be famous one day. That's what he was going to do. He didn't need all that crap to be a rockstar. It was a joke to him and he knew other people knew it. He knew the teachers knew it. The only reason he was still here was because of his sister and his dad. More his sister than his dad. His parents were fxcked up. No lie. Divorced, been cheated on or was the cheater, and now he only had one parent that didn't do the greatest job at being a parent. At least AJ and Monique would be living under his roof for one more year and then he'd be able to sulk in his room wondering where he went wrong. That was pretty much his dad's story summed up. In some ways he pittied his dad.

The Strip had a ton of places to go to, to hang out or whatever. He met up with a new girl he met with during lunch and took her out to eat. It wasn't really fancy, but that was his style. Unfortunatly for both of them, she had a very boring personality. She reminded him of his sister. Very studious, not much daring inside of her and he knew he'd have to have a real relationship with this girl to get in her pants. AJ rolled his eyes and was glad the girl had to leave early. He was now left alone and was too glad to leave the place and go hang somewhere else. He was bound to find someone he knew.

Just then he saw a familiar red head enter a disco bar. AJ cocked his head as he read the sign. What kind of bar still has 70's music? It was the worst kind. Another thought entered his head just then. Why is she even going into that crazed and messed up bar anyways? Boredum came to his mind. AJ got curious and followed her into the bar. He really regreted his decision. It was worst on the inside than the outside. Really old 70's music played and AJ swore he could feel his ears start to bleed. There was a fricking rollar rink in the bar too. This wasn't even a bar! People get drunk and they skate. People could die. AJ smiled to himself and laughed. What a hazard this place was. He saw the familiar girl ( who was Alice B Cooper, really known as just B ) talking to this other guy and saw him as a Freshman. AJ took a double take. Was this kid really wearing bell bottoms and and this huge collar. What a nerd. AJ thought. Who did this kid think he was? AJ smiled. He got a pair of skates and then skated over to the two. He quickly tucked in his skinny jeans into the skates and adjusted the blue zip up jacket he had one. "Hey B! Saw you go in here and wondered what you were doing in here!" AJ said smiling at her and then looked over the other kid. AJ raised his eyesbrows but said nothing.

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Must be Cossu

[jonah]

First Name:

Jonah Michael

Last Name:

Coleman

Age:

Eleven

Appearance:

History:

Like every person, Jonah has his own history. It's not quite like a happy ever-after tale because it's quite far from it. Well, if you call his life story short, you're wrong. In fact, it's longer than another eleven year old kid'd, excluding his cousin, Audrey. You see, Jonah's not an average fair, nor is his older brother or his whole family. Jonah's family, apart from the Whitmans, ages every 10 years. I know, I know. It pales in comparison to the Whitmans aging intervals which is 20 years, but the Colemans are a lesser branch in the Coleman-Whitman family. The Whitmans had a trickle of royal blood in them, which is unknown to his cousins, Nicolette and Audrey, and up til now, are still oblivious to it. The Colemans, however, are more concerned about different things that they don't cae what happens to their family anymore. The reason why the Coleman feuds never affected or reached the Whitman ears because they didn't want to break the treaty that their ancestors had created almost a millenia ago. Unknown to Audrey, Jonah has a teeny crush on her, even if they're cousins. Since they both have quite opposite personalities, they have a hard time communicating. Let's backtrack a bit, shall we?

Okay, so Jonah was born January 14, 999, a hundred ten years after Audrey was born. You could say that they should have been quite old by now, but it's a thing that runs in their blood. The Whitmans had 20 years before they age another year while the Colemans had 10 years. Not a very good explanation. So Jonah was born to Delilah Alexander Coleman, both of which argued always. This influenced Jonah's attitude to be so sour. He looked at the world with eyes different from those of the Whitman family, though he harbored a small and unnoticed crush on his cousin, Audrey.

So, as he grew, his pessmistic attitude increased to the point of him becoming very pessimistic. Sometimes, he wishes he were the one with less pessimistic attitude and that his older brother would be the one with it, but no. He had to be the one that ended up with it. So on it went, and the Coleman family kept arguing, though held their tongue whenever their counterpart visited them with smiles and cheery faces. Jonah's older brother would sometimes be infected with the optimism, but it would fade when the time the Whitmans would leave. Jonah would always grimace in disgust whenever his brother was like that. It made him barf. Jonah and Audrey sometimes interacted, though quite rarely. Audrey was the only one in the Whitman family who knew about the situation Jonah's family was in, but as he shouldn't dream, Jonah kept believing that since she knew this fact, he hoped it would help him out of his pessimism and help him become optimistic and his family would eventually be infected by the happy bug and all of them would be happy ever after. xP

As Jonah's age was nearly eleven, he recieved a letter from Beauxbatons in France. His brother had already graduated 110 years before from Durmstrang, and now it was his turn. The parting was very grim. Nobody said good luck!s, farewells, and even have a good time!s. It was just a parting. Nothing to be missed. So that's why Jonah transferred here. Hopefully, he wanted his personality to change completely with his cousin's help.

Personality:

Jonah's quite pessimistic that he's reached the point of thinking that bad luck follows him and his family everywhere. He even thinks that somehow the devil would rise up and take over the whole world, which is quite bizarre. If you count the number of hopes he has, you would only have 2. One was that Audrey might help him out of this pessimistic attitude and that he would become purely optimistic, like the Whitmans. The other one was harder to make come true because it needed the other one before it would work. The second one was that his family would be affected by the optimism that he would hopefully bring home and the Coleman line wouldn't be the sad counterpart of the Whitmans.

Jonah has a trait unknown to him. By far, he's the only one to dare hope in the Coleman family, and he has developed a quite unnerving trait for a Coleman. He has the nerve to do what his family hasn't. He has courage, something his family never had. He was the one who wasn't afraid of what his family thought of him, though he has a tendency to lose this trait from time to time. Although with Audrey, he shows this trait more, but it descends into a lower level when he's alone.

Sample RP: This is an RP on another site.

Jane’s footsteps were the only sounds in one of the dark streets in Seattle. She’s patrolled farther than was usual, but she had ask Master Aro if she could go about to check on the rest of the vampires. He had agreed willingly, and so here she was. Jane forgot everything about Seattle, how the sun beat down on the humans. Jane wasn’t affected by it, since her cloak prevented the sun’s rays from even touching a small inch of her pale white skin. Her eyes were crimson red than ever, having been recently fed at Volterra. She never saw herself with coal black eyes, and never had the chance. Whenever her eyes would grow a shade darker than their usual bright glow, that’s the time when Heidi would bring her catch in. That’s why nobody in the Volturi family and the Volturi guard never got hungry.

It was night time in Seattle, so Jane’s hood was set down, showing her pale white face and bright red glowing eyes. Nobody dared approached her, and some of the males in the city tried but they were left writhing in the ground once they placed a step in her direction. Nobody would touch her here apparently. Jane had heard of the disappearances of nomad vampires, and her curiosity buzzed. Who was behind this? Nobody in the Volturi knew, even her Master was completely baffled and confused. Nothing like this had happened before where old vampires disappeared. Jane had suspected a vampire army, but there wasn’t any proof. If there was a vampire army being made, where were the killings? It didn’t make much sense. The Guard was on alert now; being more protective as usual and nobody dared leave the chambers of Master Aro, Master Caius and Master Marcus. Master Aro knew why they were doing it, and he knew she would take further precautions so he allowed her to go outside to check on the vampires. She was also checking if something looked suspicious, so she was wandering about. Jane sometimes had a feeling when something wasn’t right, that something was out of proportion. As Jane thought, she noticed a male take a step towards her. She looked at him – rather glared – and he writhed on the pavement. Jane’s mouth twitched before it grew in a full-fledged smile. “That’s what you get.” She hissed venomously before she moved on, the man panting as he lay on the ground, probably expecting another wave of pain.

Jane walked on and stopped as the passed another dimly lit alleyway. Her eyes narrowed, inspecting it thoroughly. Nothing was wrong, and she believed it at first. She was too preoccupied at the moment. As she turned her head, a figure caught her eyes. She turned to look at it more closely, and she was certain someone was there. Turning her body into that direction, she walked into the alleyway, her eyes cautious and unnerving for humans. “Who are you?” She asked coldly, her figure statuesque, her mouth and eyes the only things moving.

Another post..

Jane’s crimson eyes narrowed as she surveyed the boy with a gaze that fitted a criticizer. If she was a human, it would’ve been hard to survey him properly and she would have to move closer if it weren’t for her enhanced senses. She looked at his hair and the first thought that occurred to her was that it needed a good trim. As she thought of this, the corners of her mouth turned up, though it wasn’t going to be seen if he was a human. Suddenly, a strange scent wafted to her nose, and she crinkled it. It smelled that of a cat, and she hated cats more than she hated dogs. In no other sense, she knew he was a shape-shifter. Nothing else would explain the stench. While Jane paid attention to superficial matters, she was still able to listen in some subconscious level. Since she had narrowed her eyes, the bright red glow wasn’t seen. Her lips grew into a full-fledged smile, and her eyes reverted to the ground, not letting the full colour of her eyes be revealed. “Oh, that wouldn’t work out the way you want it. You see, my mother died more than 200 years ago. The only family I have is my twin, and he’s far away in Volterra. You see, I’m fit enough to be called your grandmother.” She said, looking him directly in the eyes. At this point, her eyes were very clear, in fact even humans would be able to see it. “You can call me Jane, and I’m not an eight year old to be exact.” She said, her childlike voice taking in a cold tone.

Jane’s eyes narrowed and said, “What’re you doing here, cat? I can smell that you’re a shape-shifter and you don’t get that a lot here at Seattle.” Her eyes moved to the back of the boy, looking if someone was there. “I see that you’re alone. That’s not a very good idea,” she said in a soft voice. Even though it was soft, she knew it would’ve sent chills down the back of a mere human, but would it work on a shape-shifter? This was one of the facts she hadn’t tested yet. “Even though my brother, Alec, and I are the youngest vampires in the whole world, we aren’t quite defenceless.” She said, taking a small step. As she did so, the colour of her eyes grew more evident and was obviously the shade that a non-vegetarian vampire would have. “So, what brings a shape-shifter into a large city?” She asked, her red eyes piercing. She wasn’t afraid of him. A few more sniffs and she would know what cat he turned into. She took a few whiffs, her cloak preventing him to see the small rise and fall of her chest. So he was a panther, not a very good choice. Jane had took on a panther when it had run amok in Volterra and had accidentally entered the underground lair of her master Aro. She had tortured it at first, revelling in the pain of the animal’s face. She remembered what she had sad exactly and it was in this lines, ‘Oh, you poor animal. I’ll stop you’re misery. You won’t feel a thing.’ And with that, she picked up he 315 pound animal as if it was 5 pounds, and she tore it into two. She remembered the pool of blood, and she hated the scent of animal blood. So disgusting.

Jane grimaced as she remembered and she focused now on the boy before her, holding her breath. She didn’t really need to breath, but it was uncomfortable. At least she couldn’t smell the stench anymore. At least she didn’t have to smell the disgusting stench of him.

The RP Sample has to be a new one using your character, nothing from a different site.

[everard]

First Name: Matthieu
Last Name: Everard
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:



History: Growing up in rich family is probably every kids dream. Matthieu actually had the chance to live out that dream. His parents Lillianna and Hunter were both very rich people, but also kept a very dark secret from their friends. They were both witches, and wizards. They knew that having a kid the would more than likely pass their gift onto their child, but that’s what they wanted. That was one of their reasonings behind having a kid, but the things that happened to that kid was one thing that they would never forget nor forgive themselves for.

The family lived in an upperclass neighborhood, and they were very conceited, but they weren’t the type of people to think that they were better than anyone, and they gave as much money as they could to charities, and other organizations to help other people that weren’t as fortunate as they were. Both Matthieu’s mother, and father were very unselfish people. They were very excited when they found out that Lily was pregnant, but even more happy to hear that that baby was going to be a boy. The two prepared as well as they could. They got a room painted, and stocked with everything a baby was going to need. With this being their first child they had to get a lot of help on what they should put in the room. It was perfect. Of course they were planning on keeping him in their room for the first few years it was still ready for him whenever they were ready to let him sleep in a room alone.

Finally the day came when the baby was due, and of course they loved the newborn instantly, and it would stay that way forever. Growing up as an only child, and getting everything that he ever wanted Matthieu began to get spoiled. As much as they tried to keep the buying to a minimum. Matthieu continued to ask and ask and ask for things, and seeing as they didn’t want the child upset his parents always gave him and bought him things. The family lived with magic openly in their household, and when Matthieu was old enough to understand that part of himself they started teaching him some things, but didn’t let him use his magic since it was against the law. Of course it was hard at first to wrap his mind around something like that. Within about a year he was pretty much used to all the magic, and the ease of living with it. He also understood well that he had to keep the whole thing a secret which was completely fine with him.

Around his seventeenth birthday. Matthieu was getting ready to go to a friends house. It was dark outside, but his parent’s trusted him. They were of course very scared to be letting him walk to the house alone, but the boy continually insisted, and they gave in just like it always happened. On the walk though. A group of older boys cornered Matthieu in an alley. He could remember the scene in his head as If it happened just yesterday. The boy was scared out of his mind, but didn’t show it. He hardly ever showed his fears. He couldn’t remember the words that they were saying, but the ones he could remember the voice that spoke them, and the look on the other boy’s face would be seered into his mind forever. They left him as ‘one of them’ as it was phrased by the other boy. He was a vampire, and he would have to learn to live with that.

Two years passed, and by this point his parents knew. At first they were completely distraught. How could this happen to their child. It wasn’t long after that when they decided to adopt another child, and with Matthieu’s different way of life they cast him aside, and gave their love and affection tot his other child. A girl this time. It hurt at first, but he understood, and it wasn’t long after that when Matthieu received his letter to attend the school of magic, and he jumped at the chance to leave this place. Hopefully for good.

Personality: Growing up as a rich kid, and getting spoiled with anything, and everything. Matthieu developed an attitude. Unlike his parents Matthieu thought he was better than everyone around him. He was the ‘king’ so to speak, and everyone else where just his royal subjects, and if they didn’t act as such they would be sent to the ‘dungeon’ or feel his wrath. With that state of mind he never really had a lot of friends growing up, but he did have his share of relationships. None that last more than a few months though.

He was different. That was very obvious by the color of his hair, but people didn’t look as him as different any more than they looked at him as a spoiled brat. Matthieu was proud of who he was though, and wouldn’t change it for the world. On the other hand though. At times when he is in a good mood Matthieu can be a gentleman, but that’s on very rare occasions. Occasions that most people didn’t get to see.

Sample RP:Walking outside Matthieu took in a deep breath. He wore a simple dark colored t shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. His pale white porclain like skin looked cold. As it was if any were to touch it, but surprisingly this boy never got cold. The weather outside as very nice. It was kind of muggy outside, and it felt like the air was wet. As if there were dew droplets that were stationary in the air. It was almost too much. If any one were to wear their coats outside they would surely have to take them off.

Matthieu walked with an air of security about himself. He liked who he was, and didn’t think that he needed to change anything, but others might just disagree with him for that. Moving slowly through the wet grass. People passing by him would smile, but he would ignore them as well as he could. They didn’t deserve his time so why should he give it to them. As far as he knew no one was worth his time, and he treated everyone that way. Sighing softly. Matthieu sat down on a nearby bench. He was tired, well mainly bored, with nothing to do. He needed to find something to do before he went completely nuts.

Sitting on the bench his eyes moved around the other people on the grounds. There were all kind of people outside today. With this weather he was surprised people were out at all. There were groups of friends walking by him all the time giggling, and laughing at one thing of another, but he wasn’t very interested in their conversations so he didn’t know what it was they were talking about it. Before the boy knew it though someone came to sit down beside him. He turned his gaze over to the person now sitting next to him. He didn’t offer a smile or a greeting in anyway. Matthieu simply turned his head around, and pretended that they weren’t there. Childish yes, but that’s the way he was. People would just have to get used to it.

Must be Sournois

[savvy]

First Name:

Ausley.

Last Name:

Allison.

Age:

Sixteen.

Appearance:

History:

Ausley Abigail Allison was born in Toulouse, France on a blistering summer afternoon. That should have been a sign that her life would be starting out as hell. Her father had never been in the picture since her birth, and her mother wasn't even sure who the father was. Born named after her mother, Ausley was a pretty calm and well-behaved child. Her mother was a full-blooded witch, and her father's blood-type was unknown. Because of that, Ausley just calls herself half-blooded to prevent any confusion. But ever since Ausley's early childhood, her mother had become addicted to drugs. Perhaps it was because of having a child to take care of was causing stress, but irregardless, Ausley was not in a safe situation with her mother. Luckily, no one had to step in to take Ausley away from her mom. Instead, she was put up for adoption at the age of four. She spent six rocky years in an orphanage, having given up on any hope that she would be getting out.

But on the day of Ausley's tenth birthday, a young wizard couple had come into the orphanage and adopted her. Their names were Kathryn and Levi Andrews, and they were the sweetest people in the world. Even though Ausley wasn't their genetic child and she hadn't been with them for her whole life, everything fell into place like it should. Kathryn and Levi loved Ausley unconditionally, and she loved them too. Levi was a doctor, and Kathryn was taking off from her job as a pediatrician to stay home with Ausley. The young couple was financially well-off. There was plenty of money to go around, and Ausley got most everything she wanted within reason. She didn't become spoiled though, and she didn't have an obnoxious attitude. After living in an orphanage for so long, she took every meal with appreciation and never took a thing for granted. She remained the kindhearted girl that she always had been.

Ausley was well-aware of the fact that she was a half-blooded witch, but she was beginning to think that she would never inherit her powers. Giving up on all hope like she had in the past, she decided to move on to another thing: art. Her parents enrolled her in art classes, and after a year or two, she could draw and paint like a pro. She also had a thing for music, and learned how to play the piano from a muggle instructor. She had quite a wide imagination as a child, but some great ideas resulted of it. School had never really been her thing. Ausley never really was concerned about her grades, and she wasn't that smart of a child either. She stuck to art, which made her happy and for a while, filled in the gap where her biological parents were missing.

At this point, she had totally forgotten about becoming a wizard. It occasionally saddened her to see her parents doing magic around the house, knowing that she would never be able to. Then, shortly after her fourteenth birthday, strange things were beginning to happen without her meaning to. Her parents picked up on it, and knew that she was becoming a little witch herself. She received a letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic when she was fifteen, but delayed going to school there until she turned sixteen. That was because she didn't want to leave her parents, considering all they had done for her. Honestly, she was just nervous and scared because of her unstable past.

She had always questioned whether or not she should change her name. Ausley, being the name of her true mother, always brought back memories of a terrible past whenever someone did something as simple as call her by her name. But, she never changed it, because she wanted to remain true to herself. Getting through the miseries of her past was just something she was going to have to accomplish, and changing her name wouldn't help it. Now though, as she was older, she was beginning to accept that her mother put her up for adoption. If she hadn't, her alcoholic mother might have done some terrible things to Ausley, and she might not have ended up in the wonderful, stable family she was now in. Thanks to them, she was going to be going to Beauxbatons, the best magical school in all of France. Ausley was ready for the time of her life, and her past was not going to stop her from living it.

Personality:

Ausley is a very shy person when it comes to meeting new people. She has trouble with automatically letting people into her life, and it takes a while for people to gain her trust. That is partly because it is hard for her to attach herself to anyone in fear that she will be separated from them like she was from her mother. Ausley doesn't want to get to know someone and then have to leave them, or have them leave her. She has some major trust issues, not wanting to be hurt by anyone like she was in the past, which would just leave her with even more bad memories to have to live with. But, once someone finally shows Ausley that she can trust them, she doesn't have trouble holding back. She has close friends, but it took a while to get there.

Even though she isn't such a bright student, she can be passionate about things that she loves. For example, art is a major passion of hers, and so is music. Ausley gets excited about things like that, unlike school which she absolutely dreads. She is a very friendly and well-mannered girl despite her past, having learned how to be kind from her adopted parents. She doesn't judge others based on appearance or where they're from, because she understands that sometimes the person has no control over that. She is naturally drawn to shy people like herself, and usually doesn't speak to outgoing people unless they speak to her first. The first thing Ausley notices about people would be their smile, because that is a signal that they are a happy person like herself. She is always trying to find a light in a bad situation, and is very thankful for everything that she has.

Ausley is a very funny, entertaining girl once you get to know her. Even though she might appear as the timid girl hiding in the corner, she does have a fun side. She can get wild, but doesn't usually get out of control. Ausley is very good at thinking before she speaks, so it isn't often that she blurts something out that she is going to regret later. Sure, she may not ever say anything mean to someone's face, but Ausley has a slight issue with talking about people behind their backs. She only gossips to her friends, though, because she isn't brave enough to go talking to strangers in fear of rejection. She mainly just sticks to her little group of friends, and doesn't try to make any new ones. Although, if someone introduces themselves first and makes an effort to become friends, then Ausley would go right along with it. She just thinks that because someone hasn't spoken to her first, they don't like her for some reason. It sometimes doesn't occur to her that they too might be a little shy like she is. Ausley isn't the most well-rounded person out there, but she is a great, reliable friend and handles responsibility well. Ausley is a generous, kind-hearted sixteen year old girl.

Sample RP:

Ausley clung to her jacket, wrapping it tighter around her as she walked up the snowy streets at the boutiques. It hadn't been long since she had moved here on her own, from a major city in France: Toulouse. What a big change this was for her. She never in a million years would have guessed that she would make such a bold decision: to move away from her family, few friends, and from the lifestyle she had enjoyed for sixteen years. Things would definitely be different here where everyone was magical and no muggles were around, and they would surely take some getting used to. First of all, the weather here felt like the arctic compared to what Ausley was used to experiencing back home. She missed being able to wear short sleeve shirts for most of the winter, and not bothering to own more than a jacket or two. Those things weren't really needed in Toulouse. But here, where snow was lying on the ground, the first thing Ausley did was head to a clothing shop to purchase a thick, winter coat, which she was currently wearing, along with some light brown furry boots and a fuzzy scarf. She grabbed the scarf and pulled it over her mouth as she continued scaling the windy street.

Something she was desperately craving, as well as needing, was some coffee. She had only arrived at Beauxbatons early that morning, and after unpacking her bags, she had headed off to go shop. Finally, she reached the corner of the street where coffee shop was located. She forced her legs to walk a little faster, even though it seemed impossible since her skinny legs were so numb from the frigid air. The next shopping trip she took would definitely require her to buy some pants that were thicker than the jeans she was currently wearing. Her frozen fingers, desperately needing a pair of gloves, clinched the door handle as Ausley's weak arm opened it. She barely took a step into the shop before bumping into someone. Looking up from the floor, she was unhappily greeted by a middle-aged man who stood before her. He fussed at her for a few seconds to watch where she was going, and then went on his way leaving she shop. Ausley swallowed hard. Hopefully not all of the people here were as unfriendly as he was. Surely they weren't; she had heard great things about this place.

Great, a line, she thought as she pursued forward to the queue of about five people waiting at the counter. She looked around behind the counter, and was reluctant to count that only two people were working. But hey, what else did she have to do today? That was Ausley's always-positive attitude kicking in right there. She always tried to turn a negative situation into a positive one. Some people would consider her optimism annoying, but it was just the way she was. She put all of her weight on one foot, crossing her arms. Ausley bit her lip, and her teeth's chattering slowly began to slow down and eventually stop as her body adjusted to the warmer temperatures inside. More than anything, Ausley absolutely disliked standing there in silence, not being able to talk to anyone. She didn't know a soul at this entire school, and she felt like such an outsider in this literally magical place. She had never been in a wizard shopping center before, and to do this alone felt weird and sort of made her uncomfortable. Ausley wished her parents were here. Not her true parents, but her adopted parents. They would help her get used to everything. But, she needed to stop her reliance on them and become more independent. Her parents couldn't always be by her side to hold her hand. Ausley shifted her weight to her other foot, desperately wanting someone to talk to as she moved up the line.

Must be Cossu

[acanthus]

First Name: Acanthus
Last Name: Thorn
Age: 189
Appearance: Acanthus gets commented on his appearance often, but strangely enough he isn't especially vain about the way he looks. Acanthus has naturally brown hair that has somehow evolved into practically black. He doesn't understand how that could possibily happen, but Acanthus doesn't understand many a thing, nor does he pride himself in knowing everything. His hair was cut by his own hand when he was human, in order to avoid people touching his hair, even though people do it all the damn time now. Overall, it's really nothing special. In length it's a bit long and his bangs hang over his eyes, and are normally slanted to the left. The rest is layered, but nothing really fancy because cutting your own hair is a bit difficult and Acanthus lacks the nessecary patience to do a proper job.

Acanthus's skin is a bit pale, and always clear (seeing that he's dead, his acne has ceased to cloud his complexion). Acanthus isn't a refrigerator, though, and he has some form of vague pigment. His eyes are a peculiar shade of gray and seem to stand out strangely from his face. His eyes, despite their unremarkable color, are incredibly cold and always have a rather icy look to them. A challenging glint can be found in them, due to the fact that Acanthus is under the illusion that he is better then everyone else. When he is angry, they can get so cold that they nearly appear to be black. On the rare occasion that he smiles, they light up and nearly seem to shine with a warm glow. He has quite a charming smile that one should feel honoured to witness. Apart from anger and happiness, he really doesn't show much emotion through his eyes.

Acanthus is built somewhat lean, though he possesses a surprising amount of muscle. As far as wardrobe goes, Acanthus wears what he feels most comfortable in, which is the sorts of clothes that he grew accustomed to as a child. Though late 1800-style clothing may be out of date, Acanthus happens to hold a complete disreguard for what others think of him, which really comes in handy nowadays. Ever since the 1980s, people have seemed to completely lose their minds. Honestly, they have absolutely no idea how to dress themselves!

History: Acanthus was born and raised in the suburbs of London, and has always taken pride in his English ancestry. Acanthus was always a bit different from his age group; calmer, more reserved, quiet. He seemed like a well-cut, well mannered child. He never spoke unless he was spoken to, and he didn't have a single friend throughout his entire childhood. But behind this gentle face, he was burning with hatred for every single human that came within fifty yards of him. Especially his parents...snarky, cruel, both from families with more money then they knew what to do with. His parents never exactly liked him, probably because he was just like them and held his own against them. They had always been cruel to him, and used rather harsh methods to....manage him. They didn't strike him or anything, because that would involve too much effort on their part, but they would do other things, such as refuse to feed him for extended periods of time when they considered his behavior to be unacceptable or something of the sort.

He went to school and kept this hatred deep in his gut, biting his tongue every time he wanted to tell his teachers they were stupid and that he couldn't believe they had gotten their teaching degree. He pretended to like the other children, even though he honestly felt they were immature freaks that needed to get a brain scan. He wasn't exactly sure why he had to act like a model student, do everything his parents asked him to do, and virtually be the perfect child. He was like a cloud floating alone in the night sky, quickly building up pressure until it was too heavy to stay airborne. It had to storm.

At the age of fifteen he finally cracked, killing his mother and attempting to kill his father, but failing. After that Acanthus fled, running until he couldn't run anymore. For two years he lived on the outskirts of towns, making deals with shady people to stay alive. Then one night he met a something in the forest, bargained with it, made a few deals. The thing offered him immortality, power, abilities which never would have been available to him otherwise. Power-hungry, Acanthus accepted immediately, and then he became a vampire, a nasty one at that. After that he got a bit bored, thus began searching for new and exciting ways to amuse himself. Seeing as he had never properly finished school, he decided he might as well come back to Beauxbatons. All right, so he had a few alterior motives, give him a break. Is it such a crime to want to see Miss Victoria before she completely disappears from his life? I think not.
Personality: Acanthus is quite the piece of work. He is intelligent, could out-wit near to anyone, sly, persuasive, and powerful. Acanthus has girls tripping over their feet for him, and he knows it, which only helps his ego swell up more. Acanthus doesn't really know why girls are so attracted to him, because he rarely tries to capture anyone's attention, but apparently there is something about him that quite a lot of people seem to like. But something about him shows even more than all of this, and that's his cruelty. Acanthus has harsh ways of dealing with things and is quite merciless when it comes down to it. When he wants something, it is practically his from the very moment he begins to desire it. Acanthus is determined, stubborn, and a manipulator which might explain how he always gets what he wants.

Acanthus can be rude at times and feels no remorse for near to anything he does. Not the people he kills or the lives he corrupts, which he seems to have begun to do that quite effortlessly. Acanthus is quite the actor, and if he doesn't want you to know how he is feeling, then you aren't going to know. However, if he senses any emotional instability about you, he will attack it. Acanthus instigates and likes to get people at their worst. It's sort of like his hobby...annoying the fxck out of people. He honestly could care less what you say about him or anything he does. So if you have something nasty to say, feel free to say it. He won't care.

At the end of the day, Acanthus isn't entirely rotten. Yeah, he screws up relationships without meaning to and destroys people, but he does have some blur of a heart that he fails to operate most of the time. Acanthus has some issues with trusting people and letting them get to know him, because he has never had a good encounter with another person and he learns from his mistakes. He has trouble expressing himself when he actually cares about someone, because he wears a mask that defies any feeling from showing. But if anyone is brave enough to get through to him, and appreciate him, and accept that he's an *sshole...then he's just bound to start caring, even though he may not show it. Acanthus isn't exactly the lovable type, but if someone loves him, honest to God, he'll love them back.

Sample RP:
You are calm and reposed.

Acanthus eyed her closely, taking in her posture, facial expression, and as always, he gave himself a moment to eye her figure. It had only been a few days and she looked like an entirely different person. Acanthus knew the effect he had on people, so he wasn't entirely shocked that she had let herself go like this. The only thing that had ever separated Victoria from the other girls that fell hopelessly in love with him was that he had loved her. Hopelessly, unconditionally loved her. Even now he couldn't help himself but to adore ever last thing about her, down to her straggly hair that now hung lifelessly at her shoulders. Acanthus wondered if he should feel bad about this. Perhaps it was his fault...alright, so it was entirely his fault. So what? She had most certainly provoked it, and that was something Acanthus wouldn't all her to deny.

Let your beauty unfold.

Acanthus looked as unnerved as he had every day before today, only he had lost the sad, self-pity look that he had worn on his face before him and Victoria had gotten into that fight, yet again. He actually looked better, and since he had stopped feeling sorry for himself his confidence was showing yet again. And I mean, honestly, what was sexier then confidence? Acanthus still wore his uniform, and he looked rather good in it, if I do say so myself. His dark hair hung lazily in front of his eyes, which still had a cold glaze to them. Acanthus certainly hadn't let himself go. The fight in the garden had been a reminder to him that life was a b*tch and God hated him. There were no fairytale stories in the real world. As Acanthus had decided long ago, fairy tales were just stories that aren't finished yet.

Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones.

He watched as she lifted the bottle and drank, blinking as he continued staring at her. And she had been drinking too...? Man, he must have torn her apart! Acanthus licked his lips as he stared at her, a few thoughts slipping through his mind. He wondered if she had been this way since the day he left her in the garden, accusing her of being a liar before stomping out. Dramatic exits had always been his talent, really. But anyways, Acanthus had had ex's that he fallen into alcohol for support. Alcohol; an alternative to feeling like yourself. Or perhaps she had always been an alcoholic. Maybe she just lied about that, too.

Spring keeps you ever close.

When Acanthus had hated himself, he used to use alcohol to drink himself to happiness. He had matured since then, though, and decided that doing things like that was just for people that don't know what to do with themselves and don't have any self-confidence whatsoever. Acanthus watched as the glass shattered, watching the pieces spread. Acanthus stared at the window sill, then his eyes flickered up to Victoria once again. Well, what was the point of that? The bottle is broken, whoopdedo. He stared at her, mild curiosity tugging at his eyebrows. Acanthus rarely raised his eyebrows because he was surprised or curious, but he raised them only in slight surprise, mild curiosity, but mostly because he thought he was better than the person he was looking at. Acanthus thought he was better than everyone.

You are second hand smoke.

He watched her with unenthusiastic interest, watching as she picked up the piece of glass and examined it. She looked at it as though it were her savior, the answer she had been looking for. He had a hunch. Acanthus's eyes flickered down to her wrist, his keen eyesight looking for scars. He barely was able to spot the uneven bumps, and his eyebrows arched once more, and then they eased and he gave her...the Acanthus look. It lasted for a moment, before his facial expression turned back to it's normal toneless-ness. So she had been cutting herself as well. Acanthus guessed she was contemplating suicide, and that really didn't seem that unlikely. He bit his lip. Despite how well he had masked his emotions until this point, he couldn't deny that he was growing a tad bit worried.

You are so fragile and thin.

Acanthus stood, transfixed as he watched her eyes shift some. He could easily see she was trying to look at anything but him. He hated it when people did that, really. It always made him feel as though they thought he was some monster. Well...he was some monster, but Victoria rarely ever avoided his gaze. Acanthus took a few steps toward her cautiously. He stopped himself, swallowing hard and gulping back feeling once again. It was incredible how he could get rid of his emotion so quickly. Some would say he was just a good actor, but he could seriously turn his emotions on and off. He had trained himself to do it, that way he would never feel guilty about hurting anyone. However, it was the reason he had grown so distant from his emotions...that was before he had met Victoria, though.

Standing trial for your sins.

Acanthus wondered how strong she was. He had pushed her and pushed her. But that was what he did...to everyone. Normally it was in more of an insulting way, but since he had gotten close to Victoria it had been in a subtle way, most of the time, barely noticeable. He stared at her. Too bad he couldn't read minds. He had attempted it, and many vampires could do it, but no. Acanthus never really had understood emotion in himself, and trying to read it in other people was just absurd. He had learned quickly that he was no good at it and simply given up on trying to get into people's heads.

Holding onto yourself the best you can.

Acanthus blinked when she spoke, a smirk quirking the corners of his lips. I wouldn't even call it speaking, really. It was more like an intelligible whining noise. Oh, boo hoo, Victoria! She still had Brendon that had been so important to her that she just couldn't bear to break up with him. Well, Acanthus had told her that he wouldn't be a third wheel, and she hadn't listen. But he wouldn't be a third wheel, couldn't be a third wheel. He wasn't second best, and if Victoria looked upon him like that then she wasn't for him. Either that or she was just mentally retarded. His posture was confident, slightly menacing as he took a few more steps toward her, unafraid of anything she could possibly do to him. His smirk was somewhat taunting, a bit demonic. Everything about him at the moment was scary, but everything about him was the second side to his feelings.

You are the smell before rain.

Acanthus suspected speaking hurt her or something. Maybe it just down right bothered her that he was with her. Acanthus could honestly care less if she felt like that. She could go cry him a river. Acanthus, being the ass hole that he was, immediately spotted weakness, and of course, he targeted it. "What was that?" he asked her, a challenging edge to his voice. He doubted she had anything left in her to fight with. But he didn't care. Acanthus had no problem with kicking her when she was down. Honestly, he felt she deserved it. Acanthus believed in a thing called revenge, and he felt that Victoria owed him something. He had given her so much and she had just slammed it in his face. Let's see how she liked it, eh?

You are the blood in my veins

Guilt was an annoying voice in the back of his head as he stared at Victoria, waiting for a response from her. He hated feeling sorry for anything at all. Something he had done, something he had said, himself, another person, so Acanthus quickly tuned out the stupid voice, telling it to go away. The voice turned to a buzz, warning him from opening his mouth. But Acanthus didn't take orders from anyone, especially himself. Wait...what? No, Acanthus just didn't take orders from anyone. Acanthus paused a moment, as he thought of something to say. "So, how is life?" he asked her, even though he already knew the answer. She could always lie, though. Acanthus was eager to hear her lie again.

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post script: Jesus Christ, I must have written this two years ago. I'm terribly sorry that it's completely awful, and I'm also sorry that I'm just a touch to lazy to do anything about it.

Must be Sournois

[ducttape]

First Name: Maravin (Mara)
Last Name: Ramelle
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Maravin was born as the youngest in her family, a real latecomer. She has 4 older brothers and 2 older sisters. Maravin's father is a full blood wizard and her parents had hoped to get a little wizard themselves but none of her brothers and sisters seemed to be having any magical skills, therefore Maravin was really heaven sent. Her father spoiled her rotten, but she never really cared for material things.

When she was 7 Mara discovered she could change her hair color and structure whenever she wanted. Later on she figured out that by changing her facial features she was able to really freak her mum out. Mara also figured that she could make herself look exactly like her older brothers and sisters and playing all kinds off practical jokes on her parents.
After a while her dad figured her little trick out and she was no longer able to get away with all kinds of mischievousness. He decided that the time had come for the girl to learn about all kinds of magic and especially the bad things that could happen. Therefore he taught her a lot about magic. Mara and her dad worked on her Metamorphing ability a lot. Now she's come to a point where she's able to transform her looks but not her gender.

Her older brothers and sisters have all gotten good jobs as doctors, pilots and professors. Therefore her mum has put a lot of pressure on her not to go to Beauxbatons. Her father however truly helped her getting into the school. He really wants her sister to become a good witch, and dreams of his daughter becoming an Auror. Mara however doesn't know what she wants yet.

Personality: Mara is a tomboy, she loves being outside. She's always trying to be one of the guys. Mara also loves theater, although she's not really happy being the center of attention she enjoys her time onstage. She's very sarcastic and mischievous. When she was younger she used to practice magic using her fathers wand. Her tries usually ended up in her getting in trouble.
She goes a little bit too easy about using magic, and hates the rules that won't allow her to use it whenever she needs it.

Mara loves baggy clothes and colors, she doesn't like school uniforms, to her they're a symbol of oppression and she hates that. Therefore she will mostly appear in a cut up version of the well know school uniform.
Mara is always looking for adventure. She's not easily scared, she has a big love for survival and a loves animals. She hates narrow-minded people and people who tell her what to do. Even though that seems like a bad thing she really wants to learn so she won't be rude towards teachers or other older people; unless they ask for it!

Sample RP:
Mara took her time to hide behind the bushes, the man wasn't supposed to see her. She chuckled as he ran by, looking around but not able to see her until she suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder. Mara turned around quickly and looked straight into her fathers dark brown eyes.

''I'm sorry dad'' she exclaimed ''I didn't mean color that guys cat yellow, I wanted it to turn pink.'' A huge grin appeared on her face and much to her surprise her father started to smile too.

''Listen sweetheart'' he said in his usual deep voice ''you have to be much more careful, by all means, we don't want you to get kicked out of school before you even entered. And talking about school. There is a message by owl for you.'' Her fathers smile brightened even more and Mara knew exactly what that meant. She was going to Beauxbatons.

Must be Rouerie

[raine]

First Name:
Raine Nicole
Last Name:
Harp
Age:
15
Appearance:

History:
Raine was born in Seattle, Washington on October 30, 1993. Her mother was very happy to have had a daughter, since a doctor had told her she wasn't able to have kids. But her father, not so much. When he had found out that her mother was pregnant he left, ran away basically like a coward. So her mother was left to raise and support her daughter that she wouldn't dare give up.

Raine had always grown up different. She dressed, acted, and looked sort of different from everyone else. So thats when the teasing started. She had learned to mostly ignore it and she had found friends who liked her for herself on the way too. But every once in a while, mostly near her birthday, she would break down and just want nothing to do with anyone. The reason around her birthday, because she thought it was her fault her father had left her mother.

She grew up an only child and her mother had always been her hero, and her best friend. Her Grandparents had always been there for her, ever her dads parents. Her life wasn't easy but it wasn't horrible either. She wasn't the richest or the poorest. Her life was well just good enough for her.
Personality:
One word to basically describe Raine is random. She loves to laugh and have fun and is often found bored and just doing stupid stuff to entertain herself. She is hyper a lot of the time and she seems like nothing can hurt her or go wrong. But she keeps her emotions and sadness inside of her so no one can see her weakness or her vulneribility.

Raine also loves meeting new people and making new friend. But if you are rude to her you better watch your back because she is a very hot headed person and it takes a while for her to calm down. She takes forever to trust someone and once she does she is always afraid the person is going to hurt her, even if they don't.

Music is her favorite thing in the world. She listens to it to express herself and to calm her down. She feels that without music she wouldn't really be Raine. Because without music she wouldn't know where she would be right now.
Sample RP:
Blue sky, not a single cloud in the sky, birds flying by silently in the distance. Her ice blue eyes took in everything she was seeing trying to capture every moment as if it was her last. Her eyes closed and she took in the feeling of the green grass tickling at her tan arms and legs. The coolness of the breeze gave the tingling feeling of goosebumps appearing on her arms.

She slowly stood up and looked down at the back of her legs whiping the grass, that had happened to stick to them, off. She unconsiously brought her hand up to her face and tucked a bit of her overgrown, white blonde bangs behind her ear. She then walked towards the white fence that seperated the edge of her lawn from the road.

"Why hello there." She said in a sing-songy voice to Matt, a friend she had known forever. A small smiled formed on her pale pink lips as she saw him stop his skateboard and picked it up to look at her.

"Hey Raine." He said as he opened the gate leading to her yard. Then to her surprise he walked past her to the steps of the porch leading to her small, but comfy, house.

"Woah, wait where are you going?" She said slowly jogging to catch up to him and stop in front of him, her hot pink flip flops hitting the ground with every step she took, with a loud slap. She stood in fron of him crossing her arms looking up at him trying to be serious but a hint of smile crossing her lips. She had to look up to him since she just happened to about a foot shorter then him. She saw a smirk appear on his face as he saw her trying not to laugh.

"Remember. Helping you with math homework." He said walking past her once more this time making it up the steps and into her house, the screen door slamming shut reminding her to follow him.

"Oh yeah." She muttered to herself not really remembering asking for math homework. She shrugged it off following him up the steps and closing the screen door as she entered her house.

I'm thinking Rouerie