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[julietbontecou]

First Name

Juliet " JJ " Jacqueline Bontecou

Age

Sixteen

Appearance



History

JJ was raised normally in the suburbs. She had two older brothers. Her mother was a witch, but had abandoned her magical ways long ago in order to raise a family. She knew there was always a chance one of her children could develop magical powers, but she decided to risk it.

When she was five, JJ started to show signs of her powers, but her mother decided to wait and see if the girl's powers would grow dormant with disuse. She hadn't told her husband about her past, and she didn't want him finding out, so she hid her daughter's powers.

Instead of diminishing, JJ's powers grew stronger and more wild as the years went on. The girl started to grow frightened of her own powers and withdrew in on herself. Finally, when it was clear that the girl's powers wouldn't lessen, her mother embraced her powers, and started to teach the girl in secret to control her powers. Once she got the gist of keeping her powers under control, she was able to keep them a secret from her father.

As she got older, she was able to control her powers to the point where she could learn to become animangus. The idea of being able to change into an animal, to escape from her life for a little while. Becoming an animangus was the one thing that she was able to focus all of her determination into. It started out slowly, being able to change small parts of her body, and then larger parts. It was a great achievement when she was able to shift completely into her animal form, only for a few seconds. She kept working on it though, and she was able to stay in animal form longer and longer. Her animal form is that of a brown wolf.

Finally, she got her invitation and her mother sent her off to Beauxbatons, telling her husband that she was sending their daughter off to boarding school.


Personality

JJ is quiet. She doesn't talk a lot because she doesn't find a lot to talk about. She's friendly though, and quite gregarious. The girl loves to meet others and make new friends, she just isn't entirely comfortable initiation things and starting new conversations...usually she just waits until someone else starts a conversation with her.

The girl is also creative. She loves to draw and write, though she isn't amazing at either. She can play her songs on the guitar, and she's pretty good, though she doesn't focus on one thing enough to perfect anything.

Though a lot of people don't see it, JJ can be very determined, almost to the point of self destruction. When she's doing something she's passionate about, she doesn't seem to know when to stop, and this contrasts her quiet personality when she's arguing with someone. She wouldn't intentionally be nasty to someone, but her emotion gets the better of her at times.

Sample RP

The wolf ran in the dark, a shadow across the land. The animal ran quicker than what seemed possible, golden eyes glowing in the smokey black of night. Suddenly, the animal disappeared all together, those eyes blinking out of existence as the beast melded in with the darkness. It was coming towards a more inhabited part of the country, lights from the quiet suburb blocking out all starlight.

What emerged from the shadows, in the exact place the wolf had been was a young girl. She wasn't wearing any clothing, but the darkness obscured everything. She knelt over and began rummaging through a pile of dry leaves and grass and pulled out some clothing which she quickly donned. Fluffing out her slightly mussed hair, she glanced behind her, to the shadows, and then traipsed gracefully into the light, disappearing into a house.

Must be Cossu

[janie101]

Name : Janie Cassandra Butler
Age: Seventeen
Appearance : media.photobucket.com/image/blake%20lively/xx_renata/lively.jpg?o=29
History: Janie is a half-Veela seventeen-year-old girl, who is very stuck-up sometimes, and when she needs to get away, she just grabs her guitar and fogets that she IS stunningly beautiful.
Personality : Janie is stuck-up and arrogant sometimes, but she's just a normal girl, just overwhelmed with how beautiful she is.
Sample RP:


I walked, ever so slowly, into the Beauxbaton carriage. I stumbled, and I couldn't catch my breath. And all of a sudden, all was still, and dark. When the color came back, there was a brown-haired boy, with pale skin. "I'm Jason" he smiled the most stunning smile, even for me.

As the rules state you need a first and last name. Also you need to add more to your history, personality and RP Sample. Thanks.

[juniper13]

First name:Juniper
Last Name: Jenkins
Age: 16
Appearance: Layered dark brown shoulder lengthed hair 5'4" light complection
History: Juniper came from a well brought up family, two brothers a sister and lots of pets. Juniper speaks with a spanish accent even though shes english because her parents were always away on business so she learned from the nannys and housemaids. her life may come off as perfect but as she covered up the bruises on her perfect skin from her brothers "wrestling practice" she was beginning to think it wasn't so. Day after day her brothers got angrier which means the beatings got tougher and with parents never around no one could stop them. juniper found love once in her life and lost it she now only looks foward to one thing finding love again.
Personality:loves to hang with friends, pig out on junk food, crack jokes. known as a class clown makes excelent grades but teachers hate her. hates when guys brag about their girlfriends, when someone talks with their mouth full, and bad manners
Sample RP:
Escape. That was the only word that came to mind when i saw the Beauxbatons Acadamy envelope sitting in the breakfast nook, on the first day daddy was back. Daddy walked in, grabbed his newspaper, and noticed the envelope next to his coffee. I watched him pick up the envelope, scanning it carefully as i batted my eyelashes."Magic, huh,"Daddy looked up from his newspaper for a few seconds as if scolding me. "No."
"But, but daddy please" I turned the cuteness up a notch and batted my eyelashes a little faster.
"No, darling and thats final!!" Daddy left the table without his coffee. He didn't want mother to tell me that i was a veela, he wanted me to go on living a normal, boring, no good life.
I waited until midnight and packed my things to meet my best friend [who is also a veela] Janie Butler at the train station. i jumped out my bedroom window and onto the roof. i grabbed the vine running down the side of the house. i got a tight grip and slid down the vine quietly.
I was out. Finally something good had happened.

As the rules state you need a first and last name. Also you need to add more to your personality. You also may want to look at your grammar, capitalization and so on. Thanks.

[blackknightroxas]

First Name: Aly
Last Name: Young
Age: 12
Appearance:
Aly has ,long black hair that reaches down to her back,her hair is very sleek and is very soft. She has green eyes, that either hold a bored or excited expression. She has peachy,smooth, creamy, skin that is sometime mistaken for baby smooth. She has a bear scar, on her left shoulder that isn't that deep and visible. She is 5' 1 and is very short for her age. She weighs about 105 pounds and isn't that fat or that skinny she is somewhere in the middle.
History:
Aly was born into a very rich family her mother was a werewolf and her father was a demon disguised as a human. Her Parents were very protective of her since she was born blind and had half demon blood and half werewolf blood. They kept her mixed blood a secret from society by keeping her in the house with private tutors and such. Aly got so angry of being inside all alone that one day at the age of 7 she ran out the house and into the streets.

While running Aly encountered a woman who said she was the same as Aly. Aly believed the woman and the woman showed Aly to a small bar. Aly walked inside and was locked inside tearing at the door she cried to get out. Soon Aly became mad and her demon side started to form and she mashed at the door tearing it off it's henges.
Personality:
Sample RP:

[glamophonic]

First Name:

Rillnee (pronounced Rill-knee)

Middle Name:

Ana

Last Name:

Pllyn (Pillne)

Age:

fifteen

Appearance:

Rillnee has natural blond hair that she keeps cut to her chin. Her skin is very pale, which is sometimes compared to paper. Freckles occupy the cheeks and bridge of her slightly up-turned nose. Her face structure is round, giving her large cheeks and a fairly large forehead, which she keeps hidden with side sweeping bangs. Her eyes are a brownish green, more green than brown and therefor cannot be called hazel. Rillnee is petite for her age, standing at a five foot one and weighing in at exactly ninety-five pounds or 7 stones or forty-three kilograms.

History:

Rillnee is British through and through. Born in Belfast, Norther Ireland (which is British) on January Third to Mr. Gregory Pllyn (wizard) and Mrs. Dorcas Morrow-Pllyn (muggle). Rilnee was a happy baby, and a beautiful one at that. And by the age of four she was already showing signs of magic, much to the pleasure of her parents.

Rillnee's Father worked at the Ministry of Magic and her Mother owned a small dance studio just down the road from their home, and it was at this studio where she learned how to dance. Rillnee was good at dance, contemporary in particular. But Rillnee had other interests such as reading and sports, these were the only competition to her passion of dance. But as they years went by Rilnee lost interest in dance and sports became her main focus in life. Although she did play Quidditch she prefered Lacrosse and Rugby, both very physical sports.

In her childhood, Rillnee attended a muggle Primary School, learning how to read and write. At school Rilnee wasn't the most intelligent but she was able to keep up with her studies and schoolwork which payed off with good marks. At the end of Rillnee's Year Five her Father received a large promotion in his job which required the family to move to Lille, France. Rillnee didn't continue muggle school there due to the fact that in only one year Rillnee would be off to Hogwarts.

But, on Rillnee's eleventh birthday she didn't receive the acceptance letter from Hogwarts as expect but the acceptance letter from Beauxbatons, which surprised her family greatly.

On the day Rillnee was suppose to leave for Beauxbatons her Mother died. She had been hit by a car while on her way to Star bucks. The whole family was sad about the death of Dorcas Morrow-Pllyn, in fact, Rillnee was so sad that she didn't go to Beauxbatons until four years later.

Personality:

Rillnee had been known to 'keep her head' in troubling situations which allows her to be able to think things thorough and find the best solution possible at the time. Take the death of her mother as an example, Rilnee took charge and made the best overall decision, even though it prevented her from going to Beauxbatons.

She is also quite the selfless person. Usually other people go before her, unless it involves sports where she isn't afraid to hurt some people to reach her goal, winning the game. This takes us to another of her qualities, determination. She sets her mind on something and its almost like she makes it happen, no matter what everyone else says.

A bad quality of Rillnee's is that she is stubborn and is always confident that she is right and sometimes she looked over other people's opinions on the subject which sometimes leads to complete disaster.

Now, you may be thinking Rillnee is a leader, well she's not. She completely freezes up when she had too many people depending on her so she prefers to be the stratagizer, the one with the plan.

Another quality of Rillnee's, I'm sure if it's good or bad but it's that she knows how to get what she wants, she's perswasive, if you must. She's known her sweet-talking abilities.

The final personality tait I think is worth pointing out is her talkativness. She likes to talk a lot, but not infront of a large crowd where she freezes up. But if she's just talking to a small group of friends you'll find she's not capable of shutting up. It is a similar situation when she's talking about a book she likes.

Sample RP:

Rillnee woke with a start. Today was the day she was going to Beauxbatons. She climbed out of bed and walked into her adjoing bathroom. The eleven year old Rillnee let out a sigh as she looked at her refection. She hated her cheeks, they were so... so... chubby which didn't make her look any older. And to make things worse she was only four foot five, which gave her the overall apperance of a eight year old. This would not do, not on the first day of Beauxbatons. Sure, she looked cute, but cute didn't cut it, she wanted to make an impression, stand out in the crowd.

She began getting ready by brushing her elbow lenght blond hair, she had showered the night before so it had this messy look to it which suited Rillnee just fine. Once her hair was throughly brushed she began thinking of a hair style. Debating over leaving it down or putting it back in a braid or something similar.

"Rilly, you up yet?" a deep voice called, a voice that could only belong to the girl's father, Gregory.

"Yes, Dad," the blonde replied in an annoyed tone as she exited the bathroom, followed by her room. "Where's Mum?

"She went to go get a coffee and should be back soon, why?" Gregory asked, sticking his head out of his bedroom.

"I need her to French Braid my hair," Rillnee replied not able to believe her luck. She needed her hair down now. It was her tradition to always style her hair before anything else.

"Well I can do it for you," Greogry offered but Rillnee just shook her head.

"It's okay, I'll do it myself," she told him as she returned to her room and once again her bathroom. She stood infront of the mirror gazing at her refection. What was an interesting hair style that she could do herself? Pigtails? No, they would make her look even more childish. Ponytaik? No, too plain. What about...? And the blond picked up her hair brush and parted her long blond hair a little to the left. Perfect! This look was most certainly her!

Since her hair was finally done, she picked up her tooth brush, squeezed some tooth paste on to it and began brushing. Once this was done Rillnee exited the bathroom and stood in the middle of her room, debating over what to wear. This was going to be a long morning...

Eventually Rillnee stumbled out of her dressed in a short black 'A line' skirt that fell just above the knees. She wore a green graphic tee-shirt that read 'Save. The. Planet.' in large black letters, one word per line. Underneat she wore a white lace hemmed tank-top, but on the hem was viewable. She wore a pair of black wool gloves that went to just below the elbows. Finally, on her feet she wore a pair of simple black ballet flats.

Rillnee walked down stairs and entered the kitchen were her father sat at the table, sipping a coffee and reading the newpaper.

"Morning Dad," Rillnee said, flashing a smile his way before grabbing a bowl out of the cubbord.

"Morning Rilly," was Gregory's reply and just from that Rillnee could tell her father was worried about something? Myabe it was something in the paper? Rillnee just shrugged and continued to make her bowl of cereale.

Rillnee had just sat down and the table and taken her first mouthful of honey nut cereale when the phone rang. Her father shot up and ran for the phone. He picked it up expectantly, a smile upon his face. That smile soon vanished and tears began to fall.

"What is it Dad?" Rillnee asked, not bothering with the fact that her Dad was on the phone.

"Rillnee, it's your Mum," Gregory replied, his voice shaking ever so slightly.

"Can I talk to-" Rillnee began but was cut off by her Dad.

"Your Mum's dead."

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I see some Cossu in there, but I see Rouerie more. So it must be Rouerie.

[adoree]

Beauxbatons Academy-

charrie name: Adoree de Chantel

celeb - Miley Cyrus

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History: Adoree de Chantel was born in Bretagne, France. Her father's a pure-blood wizard who worked for the french wizardrying government. She had to move around a lot in France as she grew up. Her mother's half veela and half wizard. Even though Adoree had moved around a lot her mother always made sure to give her a good childhood. She wasn't born really from a wealthy family. Even though her father worked for the goverment. Her mother was with her so she didn't work. But as she grew up she got used to not seeing neither of her parents. She was always lonely but she knew her father had a lot of bussiness to do. And her mother started doing her own bussiness.

One day she got tired of no one paying attention to her so she ran away. She ran half way cross France, where she knew no one would try to find her. It had been a year since she had seen her parents, no one that she knew was looking for her. She's just turned twelve and she's suppose to be going to Beauxbatons Academy soon. What will happen when that time comes. She didn't try to ponder on it to much because it'd get her hopes up.

Personality: Adoree is a sweet and kind girl. She's shy at first but warms up to people pretty quickly. When she see's a guy she likes she has a tendency to flirt a lot. She has a great sense of humor and even though she can be shy at times she is pretty outgoing. Adoree will pretty much get along with everyone she just doesn't like certain people who are cruel to others. She doesn't judge a book by its cover and nor is she rude to others. When it come to defending herself or others she is extremely sensitive.

Sample Rp: Adoree de Chantel ran away from home one night. She couldn't handle the fact that her parents had no time for her anymore. As she ran all her memories of her family flashed by past. She had such a good childhood what happened. Adoree was just so mad, "Je les déteste!" she yelled and heared echoes halfway across the neighborhood. When she was angry she yelled in french even though half the time some people couldn't understand her because either she'd talk to fast or when she'd yell in french to loudly.

I almost don't want to accept this application, its definitely the bare minimum. It must be Cossu

[merveilluxmoi]

First Name: Alexandrie

Last Name: Merveillux

Age: 15

Appearance: Look at my siggy and avatar. That's her.

History: Alexandrie didn't actually know her mother when she was younger. Her father raised her alone, and he very seldom talks about his wife. She was raised in the muggle world, kept away from anything related to magic. Her father was always strict and overprotective, making her stay indoors all the time. When the years passed, she noticed some odd things happen whenever she got angry, sad or happy.

Strange, she thought. And Alexandrie, always curious, observed every time weird things happen, and realized that she's not like the other kids. She told her father all about it and he said it was about time she should know: Her mother was a witch. And apparently, she was, too. Her father wasn't sure how she would take it. To his surprise, she was glad. She was glad that she knew all about her mother now, and was glad she was just like her. "If I was just like my mum, I should be proud, shouldn't I?" That's what she usually says.

Personality: Alexandrie is intelligent, cheerful and friendly. She's outspoken, witty and brave. She stands up for what she believes in and helps others(unless the person is mean to her). She's lazy, though, and kind of rebellious at times. She makes friends easily and cares for them. If you're mean to her, she's mean to you. If you're nice to her, she'll love you.

Sample RP:
(This was the time when she discovered that she was a witch.)

It was a fine, sunny day and 8 year old Alexandrie ran outside to play with her friends.
"Hey, guys," She said, smiling. "What should we play today?"
"Aw, Alix wants to play," Emily, her mean classmate in her muggle school, fake pouted. "We don't play games anymore, Alix. That's for babies, like you!"
"You wouldn't think it was babyish when you begged to play with Aimee, Daniella and I last week!" Alexandrie retorted.
"Well," Emily said, going red. "I never begged. Who'd want to play with losers?"
"We are not losers!" Alexandrie was getting mad at Emily. Why did she have to be so mean? Alexandrie thought.
"Of course you guys aren't," Emily said, full of sarcasm.
"Yeah, that's right Emily. We aren't. You and your stupid friends are."
Charlotte and Rachelle, her cronies and so-called friends, gasped. "We are so not!" They said at the same time.
"Yeah, of course you aren't," Alexandrie said in the same tone of sarcasm, rolling her eyes.
"That's right, we're not, and you are!" Emily shouted.
"SHUT UP!"
"I won't shut up, I'm telling the truth!"
"No, you're lying! I just wanted to play and then you started insulting me! Why won't we just get along?!"
"Who'd want to get along with you?" Charlotte glared at Alexandrie.
"Apparently, all the losers!" Rachelle said, and laughed loudly at her stupid joke.
"Hey, quit it, you guys!" Daniella, Alexandrie's friend, said.
"Why should we? You started it!" Emily screamed.
"No, you did!"
"You did!"
Alexandrie was getting angrier by the minute. "EVERYBODY SHUT UP!"
BOOM.
Lightning flashed and thunder clapped. It started to pour.
"AAAUUGGHHH! My new sun dress!" Emily shrieked. "Rachelle, Charlotte, let's go and leave these losers!"
Then the wind howled and blew Emily's skirt up.
Daniella and Aimee giggled. "Look at her babyish underwear!"
Emily glared at them and ran to get some shelter from the rain. Then, Emily slipped on a puddle.
Alexandrie was the only one that wasn't laughing.

Later, after Alexandrie changed from her wet clothes to her footie pajamas, she gave it some thought.
I don't get it. Whenever I get angry, things happen.
"Dad, there's something weird that's happened." Alexandrie told her father.
"I'll say. Wasn't the weather all nice and sunny a while ago?"
"Yeah, but, I think I know why--"
"You know?" Her father asked, wide eyed.
"Well, I can't really explain it much, but before the bad weather, I got so angry at Emily and I kept wishing that something bad would happen to her and...her new dress got ruined because of the rain, her skirt flew up and she slipped. I think I caused the bad weather. This happened before. At school, last year when I got so mad and--"
"How many times has it happened before?"
"Well, a lot. I can't count them all--"
"You've noticed it before?"
"Loads of times, Dad! When I can't control my temper, usually."
"Well," he sighed. "I think it's about time for you to know. All about your mother and what she was."
"Huh?" Alexandrie asked, puzzled.
Then he told her all about her mother, that she was a witch, that she could do magic, and everything. And Alexandrie was, too.
"So, you mean, I'm just like mom? Really?" Alexandrie smiled.
"Yes--"
"That's great!" Alexandrie exclaimed and went to her room.
She got the picture of her mother holding her when she was a baby and hugged it.
"Hear that, mum? Dad said that I'm just like you."

Must be Rouerie

[elisabeth]

First Name: Elisabeth ''Liz''
Last Name: Carim
Age: 16
Appearance:

History: Liz was born as the first child in a family of 4. Her parents were muggles. Her father worked as a consultant for a big insurance company and her mother was a middle school teacher. They soon discovered there was something wrong with their darling little girl. Elisabeth didn't sleep at night, instead she'd be up all night playing with her toys and reading. By day she would go to her room and sleep. As soon as she had to go to school her mum decided to homeschool her in the evening until they had figured out what was wrong with Elisabeth. By the time she was 8 Elisabeth had seen virtually every hospital in the state but none of them could find anything wrong with her.
At that age Elisabeth had also developed a connection with animals, she became more and more detatched from the actual people in her life. Ocassionally she'd be agressive towards people who invaded her personal space.
At the age of fourteen a psychiatrist called her Bipolar which was the final end for Elisabeth. She left her home and moved into a small one room appartment. Elisabeth started calling herself Liz and made money stealing from tourists. Liz is certain that her ability to talk to animals is a gift until she got an invitation from Beauxbatons. Then she learned it's a skill she can develop.

Personality:
Liz is even though it doesn't always look that way, A happy girl. The thing that throws people off is the fact that she's attracted to the darker sides of life.
Liz loves animals, for her they're like people, they're the only ones who understand her.
Even though she isn't really psychotic or bipolarshe sometimes seems detached from regular life. She goes under in her fantasy world. As said before she loves darkness and she loves her individuality. Due to the fact she's been living on her own for two years she's very independent. She doesnt really like other people uness they really understand her.
During periods in her life Liz can be very agressive towards people who invade her personal space and her life. Usually this agression comesout as physical agression. It wouldn't be the first time she gets into a fight.
Liz seems to be enjoying causing pain to people who try to hurt her or her dog.

Sample-rp:
''Come on Devar'' Liz pulled the leash of her grey and white Husky a little tighter. Devar had been her companion ever since she'd moved to the city ''Even Paris isn't a good place to be at night for a little girl and her dog'' she smirked.
Liz took a deep breath and seated herself on one of the benches on the shore of the Sceine. Devar layed himself down at her feet. On the other side of the river a guy stared at her but Liz didn't notice him until her came walking towards her and seated himself on the bench. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Liz felt how all the hairs in her neck rose and shivered.

''Hey pretty girl, nothing to be worried about'' the guy said, his breath smelled like alcohol. Liz pushed his arm away. ''Just go away she hissed before standing up and walking away. The guy got up to and followed her, Liz waited until he was right behind her. Then she softly whispered to Devar; ''get him.'' In a matter of seconds the dog had bitten the guy in his ankle. He screamed in utter pain but Liz only grinned. ''I told you to go away'' she smiled her bright blue eyes lighting up in the dark of the night as she left the guy for dead on the pavement.


Must be Sournois

[juliusdelaluz]

First Name: Julius

Last Name: De La Luz

Age:18

Appearance: Julius stand at a good 6'2" tall. He has a somewhat muscular build. His eyes are a dark shade of mahogany and his hair is just a mix between a darker brown and black depending on the light. His facial features are rather chiseled from his Italian ancestry.
History: Julius De La Luz was born on October 20th, 1990. His parents, Romia and Claudius De La Luz were thrilled to finally have a son they could raise in their image. Both his parents were exceptional at magic, as both came from long lines of pureblood families: his father, from a particularly long line originating out of Rome. Julius had a normal childhood and being an only child caused his parents to love him to no extent but also to shelter him to a degree. His parents helped to foster his magical abilities through the early years of his life and placed him in a Muggle school outside of Paris. There Julius learned the basics of his education all the while learning the basics of the magical world he was a part of. When he came to the age of eleven his parents disagreed about where to send him to continue his magical education and decided to keep Julius with them and teach him at home. While he absorbed what his parents had to offer Julius longed to return to a normal school where he didn’t have to see his parents everyday of every week. This turned into resentment and he started acting out in ways he had never done before. Soon he was leaving his home at odd hours of the night to walk the streets of the Parisian suburbs. When he would return in the twilight hours of the dawn his parents were always there, waiting to hear another tired excuse about why he had left his home. After a year of his escapes into the night his parents realized that the only place Julius would be happy was in a school with other students. They sought the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and prepared Julius for his continued education which would be out of their control.


Personality: Julius is rather withdrawn from other people. Having lived with his parents for the better part of his life he's never been one to really open up to anybody at the drop of a hat. However once you are able to penetrate this facade Julius is a person who never lets someone he cares about down. He will gladly give you the shirt of his back if he needs it. This however does not mean Julius doesn't have flaws. Even if Julius has friends he still has trust issues stemming from his parents keeping him within their grasp his whole life. He fears that he might get tied down somewhere with someone, restricting his freedom.


Sample RP: That was the last of them. All pairs of freshly laundered socks were now neatly packed in one of the two duffel bags that now contained all of Julius's articles of clothes. It had been a long morning trying to hunt all of them down. It was mind boggling how many socks end up in the strangest of places. He went through a list in his head of all of the things he needed to hunt down and pack. Socks were at the bottom and he was ready to finally leave. "Hey up there, are you almost ready?" Just like his father to skip the trip up the stairs to talk to him. "Yes, I think so" Julius hollered in reply. He shouldered the two bags and took a last glance at his room; he knew it would be a while before he would come back to these four walls. He made it downstairs to find both his parents waiting for him in the kitchen. "Do you have everything?" his mother asked him. "For the millionth time yes! I've double checked and I got everything. Even if I did forget something you two could just send it to me." He looked at them both. The fact that he was finally leaving still had yet to sink in. Eighteen years living in this house and see his parents' faces almost every hours of every day. Minus the time he spent in primary but they were always there with a snack and a kiss as soon as he returned home.

"Do you remember where to go?" his father inquired. "Yes I remember and even if I get lost I can find my way. This isn't my first time leaving the house father" Julius replied with a tart tone. This wasn't the first time he had ventured out on his own. He had lost count of all the times he had left his house in the dead of night to go wander around like some vagabond. "Well I guess we'll see you at break then?" his mother asked. Her voice was beginning to get shaky: she was about to cry. "Ya, I'll be here" Julius said. He then went to her at the table and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She sat back down in her chair and Julius then turned to his father. No kiss, just a firm handshake and silence between father and son. With the goodbyes out of the way Julius turned and headed towards the door. As he put his hand on the brass knob he knew that this was the moment he had been waiting for; he was finally going to be able to spread his wings and be the person he's only seen in his dreams.

Very difficult, but I am thinking Rouerie.

[welsey]

((I posted before but i hadn't finished editing before you sorted me. I changed it. Hmm. I hope it still works, if not i can fix it and reapply in Term 12.))

Name: Aleksander van Woerden
Nickname: Alek
Age: Sixteen
Birthplace: St. Petersburg, Russia
Blood Type: Werewolf
Wand: 15” Rosewood, Dragon whisker core
Pet: Anya, a Siberian Eagle Owl
Animagi: Silver Fox
Patronus: Unknown

Appearance:

Height: 6’2
Weight: 225lbs
Wolf:
Black Werewolf with a white muzzle, a white starburst on his chest, white paws, and yellow eyes.

Height: 8'10
Weight: 295lbs

Personality:
When Aleksander was young, he was a kind boy. He loved his parents, and he saw the purebloods being on top natural, he was a naïve and sweet boy. When his mother killed herself, he didn’t know why so he was distraught. But after only months he started resenting his father because the man seemed to not care. When he was still only a pureblood, he was a cruel, sharp tempered, silver-tongued, conniving young teenager that pretended to be nice to adults and his father only because they were the ones in charge. When his father started forcing him to Hunt, his cruelty and anger got worse until it seemed that those were his only emotions. He’s quiet, but mean, and he teases people, enjoying seeing their reactions. He hides his pain, and most of his other emotions very well. Most times it seems as though he just doesn’t care about anyone, probably because of how emotionless he seems to be. He hates himself, though. The only time he really lets his emotions go is when he’s alone, and the only tenderness and love he seems to have is for his owl, Anya.

History:
Family:
Father: Dmitri van Woerden
Mother: Katerina Tverskaya
Adoptive Father: Reuben Dubois
Adoptive mother: Jacqueline Dubois

Dmitri van Woerden and Katerina Tverskaya met in the fall of 1981 during their first year at a Russian magic academy. The Soviet Union was still around, but the magic society in Russia was more like Nazi, Germany without the holocaust. The purebloods were in charge of everything, the Russian Ministry of Magic, the Academies, and even where people lived. Half-bloods had better living conditions than muggle born witches and wizards, but not by much. Werewolves, vampires, elves, and other magical beings were hunted to near extinction, and Dmitri dreamed of one day playing a part in the government.
Katerina wasn’t much of a racist, neither was the rest of her family, but she fell madly in love with Dmitri. His parents approved, she was a pureblood after all, her parents though, were distraught. When the Soviet Union fell apart, the pureblood’s kept control of the Russian Ministry.
Dmitri and Katerina were married in the middle of spring in 1989, they were only eighteen. Dmitri sought after a career hunting down werewolves and vampires, just like he had always wanted, despite Katerina’s pleading against it. Katerina’s parents moved away, severing all ties with their daughter and son-in-law.
Aleksander van Woerden was born to Dmitri and Katerina van Woerden on a cold winter night in 1991 St. Petersburg, Russia. His father was still an avid hunter, but the Pureblood hold on the Ministry and magical government was slipping, there weren’t as many purebloods as before. The old regime was falling apart, just like the Soviet Union had years before.
When the hunters were outlawed, and the werewolves and vampires were beginning to be considered beings, Dmitri was furious. He started openly claiming that the Ministry was losing their minds and that they needed to be replaced. His friends soon deserted him, though his demented parents supported him. Katerina was slowly losing her mind, especially with mounted werewolf heads and vampire fangs hanging on the walls of their house, watching her wherever she went and giving her nightmares.
Alek didn’t see that anything was wrong, he never heard his father rambling about the lunatics in charge of the Government or his mother’s crying in the wee hours of the morning. Dmitri continued hunting without complying to the new laws. By the time Alek was six, Dmitri had killed thrice as many as he had before, he too was slowly going mad.
Alek worshiped his father, as any boy would, he saw the man as the savior of the wizarding world, a purifier. He was attending a Russian Academy for young wizards, an all boys school for segregated classes. Everything seemed perfect to young Alek, until he came home from a day playing with his friends to find his mother bled out in the bathtub. He was twelve and his world was shattered.
He began blaming his father for his mother’s suicide, and the blame soon turned to hate. Dmitri himself was stricken with grief, though he hid it well; he stopped acting like a father should. Dmitri had started losing sanity a few years earlier, and his wife’s suicide was the breaking point. When Alek was fourteen, he took Alek out of school to pursue his hunting. He forced Alek to take up his wand against the ‘unpure’. He forced his son to break the law day after day until one fateful night on a hunt for werewolves.
The Ministry of Russia had a plan to stop the Hunters that were still practicing their trade, they sent out members of the new Ministry that were either very old vampires or pureblood werewolves, or very powerful, trained ones. The fairies, demons, giants, and elves could all take care of themselves, because they had all their powers working for them, and none of them wanted anything to do with the purebloods still involved with the Ministry. So they planned to have any of the covens or packs to send out their fastest of their members to lure the hunters into a trap.
The plan was brutal, instead of years in a prison or Trial by Jury, they decided to let the ones that had been hunted deal with the perpetrators.
Dmitri wasn’t a stupid man, he knew something was wrong when the wolf he was hunting kept dodging his cleverly aimed attacks, disappearing into the distance and then coming back to feign an attack on Alek and himself. Alek noticed it too and tried to turn back, but his father forced him onward. When they were well within the wolf’s lair, the werewolves attacked, and there were dozens of them. It was clearly more than one pack joined together for this night’s hunt. They killed Dmitri, and the man died laughing, insane to the last moment, but Alek was still alive, and suffering. He tried crawling away, dragging his dying body away from the beasts eating his father.
It was mere luck that an alphawolf of the pack caught him first, the old pureblood werewolf took pity on the boy. Instead of killing him, he turned him. A punishment that would suffice for a pureblood that was forced to hunt. The change was successful, it wasn’t always, but in this case it was. The powerful wolf took the boy to the Ministry and for some reason, unknown to the boy, the wolf’s pack, or the wolf himself for that matter, adopted the boy.
The werewolf was there helping his brother, his pack was in France and so he took Alek with him back to France.
For months, Alek wouldn’t speak. He had witnessed his father’s murder and was now something that he was raised to hate. He suffered from severe mood swings, most of them dark, and he had a lot of violent outbursts. Rueben, Alek’s adoptive father, kept the boy in check for the most part, while trying to coax the boy into accepting his fate. It took almost an entire year for Alek to begin talking again, and then it took another year for him to accept the worst parts about his ‘curse’, like controlling his wolf and accepting it as a part of him.
When Alek turned sixteen, Reuben told him that he was going to go to school. Reuben had waited until Alek learned a bit of control before daring to let the boy interact with normal humans again, for the safety of others. He doesn’t use physical attacks unless provoked, though he’s still known to have a sharp-tongue.


Sample RP:

The moon was hanging in the sky, taunting Alek to run out into the night and feel the grass under his paws. Instead, he was laying under a tree in Rueben’s front yard. The Dubois’ lived in the mountains of France, it was strange. He used to imagine going to France or Spain, even Rome, one day, and he had always thought there was only concrete and a few scattered farm lands. He had been completely wrong. There were trees and wild life everywhere around the Dubois… estate? He wondered even now if it would be called an estate or a ‘pack ground’. He cringed as he thought the word.
Most nights, he only changed because his body felt completely drained. He refused to admit, out loud, that the change felt good, and he hated himself more for even thinking it. The sound of someone approaching made his ears turn. He lifted his head up from his paws and turned to look with a snarl growing in his throat. But it was Rueben, in his human form no less. Alek felt his ears go back with his distaste and he rested his head back on his paws. The snarl died as quickly as it came.
“What did I tell you about sulking, Alek?” Rueben asked as he lit a cigarette. Those cancer sticks seemed to be very popular in France, he has seen almost every other person with one.
Alek closed his yellow wolf eyes, trying to ignore the man that ruined and saved his life in the same night. He hated and was grateful to this werewolf, and he hated it.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be going to school soon. You like school, don’t you? It’ll get you away from here at least. But the first sign of problems and I’ll come bring you back.”
Alek grunted in response. He knew well enough that if he did anything against the school rules he’d get expelled. He wasn’t stupid enough to let himself do that though. School would give him a nice long break from these monsters. These beasts that he was now one of. He hated it. Hated being part of a pack. But again, at the same time, he would hate being away from this pack. His inner turmoil was making his head hurt.
“Why not go and hunt with the others? It’s your last night here for a while anyway.”
Alek rolled his eyes, he wanted to go, but he would only hate himself for it later. His stomach growled, betraying him. Rueben laughed.
“Go hunt on your own then.”
When Alek refused to move, he heard Rueben move, ever so slightly.
“Go.”
Alek snarled as he got up, he wouldn’t disobey an order, not from the Alpha. He trotted forward a few yards and then looked back at Reuben. The freak was smiling. He blew air out of his nose and ran off, his black and white tail wagging slightly. He wouldn’t admit that he liked Rueben, nor would he admit he missed his father.

Its fine if you just wanted to post it, but we don't resort, sorry.

[angelofdarkness]

I put it in earlier but didn't get sorted so I guess I'll just post Term Twelve
Age:16

Appearence:

History: Aiden comes from a long line of Seers. It was destined for her to be able to have some powers of that sort. Her parents, Rachael and Tegan Meiklejohn both had Seer roots. Rachael is a Seer and it always ran in her family for the females to have that gift. Tegan had had precognotive dreams from a very tender age. Tegan and Rachael met through their parents and knew from the tender age of fifteen that they were meant for eachother. Aiden was born April 5 and became the joy of their lives. Her parents realized she was a seer when she turned three. She had hugged her mother and said she couldn't wait for Marcus, her baby brother, to be born. Rachael hadn't even known she was pregnant. Tegan died when Aiden was five from a heart attack and the family of three moved to NYC. But when Marcus turned eleven, he was accepted into Hogwarts and they moved once more. This time to Milan, Italy, where Rachael had grown up. They lived in her childhood home and there, Rachael decided to enroll Aiden in Beauxbatons.

Personality: Aiden is quite crazy. She has a passion for life and enjoy it dearly. She loves to talk and is strangely enough, very much the pessimest. She is loud and at times obnoxious but well loved by others. She is random and sweet but can be cruel as well. She is hot tempered and distracted quite easily. She has a serious Anxiety Disorder and is on Valium for it (her mother is a half blood and considers some muggle methods better than wizarding ones). She is a very nervous person and worries over the smallest things. She dresses strangely but is good at ignoring others. She is the expert on "shunning" and can usually be found in the library, art room or music room. She adores the arts and although she does not excell at all of them, she is not deterred. She adores to write and is usually seen with a notebook and pen. She cannot draw a recognizable shape to save her life but adores art either way and she is a prodigy at the piano but simply cannot play any other instrument and believe me, she's tried. She's a stickler for details but usually does not see the big picture. It is very difficult for her to forgive others and it takes a lot of effort to gain her trust. She is also quite the activist. She detests meat apart from chicken and will start ranting whenever she sees beef. She also dislikes whenever she is bothered about her height. It's a sore subject and she'll yell at you if you joke about it. (She's 5'1")

Sample RP: I slammed the door shut as I entered our spacious home. "Mami, I'm home!" I yelled. I slid of my Converse and entered the kitchen to see my mother talking on the phone. She signaled for me to be quiet and I grabbed an apple and munched happily.
Marcus hugged me tightly and I patted his head with confusion marring my face. "When did you get here, squirt? I thought I was going to get you after Italian Classes..." He shrugged and smirked at my annoyed expression.
"Alright, Jake, side-apparated me here so you wouldn;t have to Floo, over," he grunted. "Aw, you love your big sister. What a cutie." I ruffled his honey brown waves so similar to Mami's.
"Hey, don't ruffle, my hair, I'm not a baby!" he said, his dark green eyes showing defiance. "Whatever, don't get yourself in a knot over everything. Goddess, you are so uptight," I mumbled. He flipped me off and that began our wrestling match.
The kid may have only been turning thirteen but boy was he strong and tall (5'9"). He had me pined and I managed to embow him and sit on him, "Alright, we'll make a deal. We don't fight in front of Mami or else she'll get annoyed. Deal?" He giggled and took my hand only to pin me to the ground once more.
I arched a brow and he got off me and then lifted me up easily. I ran a hand through my messy red locks and then said, "Well, Mami made us lunch so I'm wicked excited." He and I laughed as our cooking was horrible and only Mami's ever tasted like food.

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[grace]

First Name: Eloise

Last Name: Gautier

Age: 16

Appearance:

History:

• Cecile (mother; 34)
  
• Honore (father; 35)
  
• Léonie (step-mother; 28)
  
• Jérôme (step-brother; 5)

Eloise Gautier was born on February 3rd in Marseille, France, to parents Cecile Gautier and Honore Audley. Cecile and Honore were both young at the time (Honore had just reached the ripe old age of 19 and Cecile was barely 18), and both hardly even knew each other. Honore met Cecile over the summer at a party at his best friend, Joël’s, house. Coincidentally, Joël and Cecile were cousins. Instantly, Honore and Cecile were smitten with each other and less than a month later, Cecile learned she was pregnant.

It was an awkward situation for the two from there on. They never actually were in love with each other. Their relationship was built solely on lust, so the issues surrounding thinks such as marriage and care of the baby were complicated. But amidst all the chaos of life, the two eventually came to the conclusion that Cecile would take care of the baby, Honore would offer as much support as needed, but the two would not be couple. Everything was fine until Honore met Léonie.

Eloise remembers the woman as being gorgeous. Her eyes were a deep blue and her hair was almost jet black. It was no surprise that her father hung onto her like a parasite. The man began to ignore his daughter more and more and eventually after starting a family with Léonie (who eventually became his wife) he was out of Eloise’s life completely. The girl was only eight years old.

Although she loved her father, Eloise truly wasn’t bothered by his leaving too much. Maybe it was because she was so young or maybe it was because Honore was simply a bad father from the very beginning, either way she and her mother got along just fine. Of course, money was tight, but her mother had picked up a job in the French Ministry of Magic working in the Department of International Wizarding Relations.

Personality:

• flamme- When she was a little girl, Eloise’s father gave her the nickname ”flamme”, and it has always been very fitting, for Elle is a very forceful and passionate person. She is driven and devoted to whatever decisions she makes and steadfast in her beliefs.
  
  
• blunt – Eloise has always been known for being outspoken. She has an opinion and is not at all afraid to tell it to others. This character trait, though, has its pros and cons. She is absolutely honest and is confident in her beliefs, but unfortunately they seem to get her into trouble quite often. For some reason people don’t like being told that they’re wrong.
  
  
• spirited If she could, Eloise would have moved from Marseille years ago. She loves her mom, yes, but Elle is just the sort of person who is always on the move. More than anything else she wishes to see the world. Strangely enough, she thrives in situations which are completely out of her comfort zone and leave her feeling awkward.
  
  
• active – Eloise hates being indoors. She hates sitting. She hates being cooped up in a stuffy classroom where she can’t breathe fresh air or run around or not more.

Sample RP: Sun poured rudely through Eloise’s shutters and pushed its way through her eyelids, though it didn’t bother her. She had already awakened ten minutes earlier to the sound of a bustling city just below her window. The bedroom sat on the third floor of a small flat right in the heart of the city of Marseille where every morning she enjoyed waking to the chaos below. After finally getting out of bed, Elle quickly stepped over to her window to greet the sun above and the lovely metropolis below.

Her mother was still in her bedroom sleeping, Eloise suspected. It wasn’t like the woman to be up with the sun. Only Eloise could pull a feat like that off. Tip-toeing down the hall to the tiny kitchen (if you could call a sink, stove, and mini fridge that), her mother’s large calendar caught her eye. Cecile had a thing for calendars. She collected them like mad if you asked Elle – practically one for every two months. This month they were on one of black and white photographs of picturesque places in Norway (it was definitely one of Elle’s favorites so far). Written in large black letters on that day’s date were the words “E. to Beauxbatons.”

Crap.

How had she forgotten? Her trunk had been packed for weeks? Had she really ignored the issue for the last few days? Scrambling to her mother’s room, Elle nearly tripped over their skittish cat Charlé. “Oi! Désolé, bébé.” She yelled down the hall before barging into her mother’s door. “Mama! Wake up!” Clothes were thrown carelessly on the sleeping woman in Eloise’s frantic hurry. There was no way she’d be late to her first day of school.

Must be Rouerie

[rachel325]

First Name: Essaria

Last Name: April

Age: 16

Appearance: Fair skin, Blue eyes, Blond hair

History:I was born March 25 about 16 years ago. My mom was always really worried about me and my little sister Abbie and so i had to take care of her i never left the house but to go to school.My dad was never around and so i hated him and so did my mom.

Personality: I am very smart and i love to write and listen to music.I all so don't go out side very much at all!!

Sample RP: I was sitting there trying to think of what to write, when my mom came in and said were is your sister?! I said "I DON'T KNOW YOU WERE WATCHING HER!" You are all ways writing why cant you just shut up and do what you are suppose to.Shut Up!I'm am so out of here!You are not! Watch me.Stomp Stomp Slam!
Grandma are you home?YA honey come on in.So do you remember when you told me about that one school for special people.Ya.Well can you send me there?Just to see what it is like for a while.Ok.Ya we can try it.Ok.

You need a first and last name, even in your profile. Also you need to add more info into each section.

[The Sorting Cloak]

Sorting is officially closed for term eleven. If you were asked to fix something, please just copy and paste your new post into the Term Twelve sorting thread, make sure to fix what we asked you to fix.