Sorting (Term Eleven)

[twilightfan11]

<sub>First Name: Lynne
Middle Name: Isabella Marie
Last Name: Jameson
Age: 12
Appearance: Click

History: It all was started with a mistake. Isabella Laden met Jack Jameson, and they fell in love. It was all a big mistake. They knew it wasn’t supposed to happen. But it did.

Isabella Jameson gave birth to a healthy daughter. One, which was a half vampire, and half witch. It was September 13th when the mistake was given birth to. It was a stormy night. It seemed to be a sign, but no one ever got in trouble. No one ever would got in trouble. They kept it a secret for 5 years of their lives, only the immediate family knew. That was Lynne, Isabella, and Jack Jameson. Not all too many people.

They weren’t the richest family, but they weren’t considered poor. Lynne brought her lunch to school, being able to eat both human food, and having a vampire diet at the same time. People thought she brought fruit punch everyday. They were wrong.

The family managed to live a fairly normal life, until Lynne was 5. She didn’t know any better. She accidentally let another kid have some of her blood, as they forgot a drink in their lunch. The kid didn’t die or anything, but was vomiting awhile and got the flu. Before anyone got suspicious, her father had a job change and they moved over to Paris.

Nothing happened until 8. Her Grandmother Marie died then. Now, Lynne and her Grandmother hadn’t been the closest. But being a granddaughter, she mourned and cried for her like all of the others. Plus, when the others cried she couldn’t help but to cry. They had a grand funeral, so everyone thought they were normal. They were wrong, but no one would ever learn.

At the age of 12, her letter came. She got an invitation to Beauxbatons Academy, and her parents were very unsure at first. Then, they said no. After what seemed like weeks and weeks of begging, they finally agreed to let her go. Lynne was so excited.

Personality: Lynne is the nicest person you will ever meet. She's fun, funny, and bubbly. She's always playful and happy. That's the kind of girl that people see her as. Lynne probably is into music more than anything. She's a singer, piano player, guitar player, and a violinist. She's been loving music since she was a little girl. Pretty much everything in her life is musically inspired, including her style. She lives, breathes, thinks, and sleeps music, even when she does not know she is.

But, Lynne can get stressed very easily. Whether it's school related, music related, guy related, or anything, she'll get stressed out. But that does not really effect the way she interacts with others. Or at least, is usually doesn’t. Occasionally she will become so stressed, she ends up being mean and putting other people down. She’ll usually be mad at herself later, and put her own self down after that.

Lynne is always very social. She's a big people person. She's not always going straight up to someone and introducing herself, but she'll say hi if someone is by her. She can be shy in front of big groups of people. She's like that when she's performing, too. But once she feels the energy of the crowd, she's pumped. Lynne just loves to perform. It's in her blood, so it comes naturally to her.

Sample RP: The sky was pitch black. The perfect time to escape the house. The stars were out and shining bright, high in the sky. Lynne always left the house around this time, around 1:00 a.m. Her family knew she disappeared at night, but had never tried to follow her yet. It was the perfect time because it was unlikely that she'd run into any cops. Lynn got up quietly and stepped out into the light breeze of the night. She took in a deep breath and closed her yes, taking it all in. She breathed back out and set off, running into the night, towards the place she knew most.

She stopped suddenly, as she heard a noise. A soft shuffle. She hoped that someone wasn't following her. She was pretty sure that Zac sometimes followed her to see what she was doing. She knew he was being protective but it bothered her sometimes. She looked around but she couldn't seem to sense that anyone was there. It was probably an animal of some sort. She looked at her surroundings, trying to figure out where she was. There was a little pool of water at her feet, all rippling and sparkling. The moon reflected in it, wavering slightly from the water. She knew exactly where she was. She faced north and started running again, not stopping for any sound until she got there. When she had arrived, she sat down. Time passed slowly.

Lynne got up abruptly. She heard a crack of a twig. It was obvious to her she wasn’t alone. She hoped it wasn't wolves. But then again, if it was, they weren't in their territory. They were very territorial in this area. She froze and scanned the area, looking for a sign. She was having trouble seeing whoever it was or what it was. A growl escaped from some where. She jumped down from the log and began to pace the perimeter of the clearing, looking for someone. The twig crack had been far away, but she'd heard it. She wondered if the person or thing had stopped or gone a different way, or was stealthily coming towards her. She readied herself, in case she had to jump.</sub>

Must be Cossu

[donttrustme]

First Name:
kelsi
Last Name:
bartlet
Age:
sixteen(and a half !)
Appearance:

History:
Adamo Bartlet was a poor man, but he soon wouldn't be. He was a musician and a painter in Marne-la-Vallée, a city just outside the boundaries of Paris. He met a wonderfull lady named Annalicia Beauxdeaux when he was seventeen, and when a year flew by he married her. The had their first child exactly nine months after their marriage. Then the second came by on September Twentieth,.....
Kelsi was born in a small town a bit outside of Paris, France. A few short years of childhood went by and the family of four settled in an apartment in Paris, not too far from the Eiffel Tower. Her parents third child was born shortly after the move, and his name was Max. Her older brother(by three and a half years)s name is Jeffree, and she couldn't have been more spoiled having those two money makers. One day when she was eleven, her mother stormed into the apartment crying. Her father had died. Kelsi then recieved a letter talking about Beauxbatons, and she was sent off with Jeffree to the acadamy of magic.
Personality:
Oh, Kelsi, oh, Kelsi. This baby is confusing! She will start off cruel to most people she meets unless she senses a good vibe, because she can never really tell if she can trust the people she talks to with the words that will spill out of her mouth like a baby puking. Shortly after, she will then become nice to you like some bipolar chick from the famous landmark called Paris. She isn't bipolar, that's just the way she is. She doesn't trust many people and tends to be very hyper. If you find her alone, she's probably in a very bad mood or isn't feeling well and wants to be left alone. When that happens, I would try to cheer her back up very soon, before she knows you were the one who just stared at her when she was down. Despite the fact that she tends to be rude, she gains friends quickly.
Sample RP:
Sitting across from Alex made her seem not so bored, for some reason. She smiled back at him, seeing his eye twitch. Aubree gave him her crazy huge smile where both of her eyes automatically close. Alex and Ree were one of a kind. They did everywhere together, they were close, they were like brother and sister, yet they weren't even close to being related. She smiled softly at his "my savior" joke and whispered, "You're such a dork," under her breath. Hey, I shouldn't be talking, though, I'm a bigger idiot than that boy sitting across from me. Hell, I scream "PARTY TIME" in the middle of class and then get up and start dancing, she sighed to herself. The sad part about that thought was that it was true. Infact, they'd probably both do it together.

"Well, you could take my body and put me in a coffin. Cover it with power ranger stickers, oh and don't forget teletubbies. Then go to the middle of no where and start digging a hole. Finally you could put the coffin in the hole and cover it back up. Last, you take a small little post it note and write my will on it." Aubree shook her head at this. "No, I refuse to let you die on me, dammit!" She exclaimed happily, smiling brightly up at him. "Or you could just put up with me." Ree nodded. "Ooh, I like the second one," she said eagerly, leaning forward. "I probably just sounded like Poe from teletubbies, right?" she said sarcastically.

Little Alex(who's taller than Aubree) has a secret, eh? she thought, smiling. She loved hearing his secrets. Aubree knew they meant something, they were so deep and appreciative most of the time. She couldn't stand going a minute without hearing his secrets, let alone without hearing his beautiful voice. Seeing his adoring smile made her feel like leaning forward and telling his lips a secret using, of course, her own lips."You know you can tell me anything, dorkwad," Ree said, but seeing his most serious face(that still had a smile) made her go a little bit more serious instead of her usual silly and sarcastic manor.

"You know, my brother. Teddy? Well he's not my real brother...he's adopted. When I was little I wasn't the son they wanted. Not athletic, or smart. They had everything planned out for me, and I didn't want my life like that. I was different. So, they adopted Teddy. He's everything they ever wanted. I felt so replaced and like they didn't want me. Yeah, they tried to support me more but it's never the same. I can never be close to Teddy, just because of that fact." Aubree sighed. She knew how life could be such a b*tch, as she had experienced it a lot before. Like when her brother came out of the closet to her parents, they said he was a mistake and he should've been an abortion. People in this world just weren't used to change and whats known to them as the abnormal. "Alex, just because you're not perfect, not anything they want you to be, doesn't mean they don't love you, because I know they do. Think about it, if your mom carried you around for nine long months in her fat stomach, no offense to your mom, she has to love you. You're smart, infact I think you're smarter than them because even the dumbest person can see that you're special, especially m-" she cut herself off before she finished the word "me". She practically spilled that she was physically attracted to him. Aubree sighed.

"Alex, since you told me a secret I think you deserve to know one of mine," she whispered. "I'm being completly honest with this, okay. I don't care if you feel the same way...but...I like," she sighed, letting out her last breath before the word. "...bananas."

Okay, so Aubree didn't plan on saying bananas. She was actually going to say "you". She wasn't used to making the first move and she knew that wasn't going to change. She'd been cheated on before and hated making the first move. "Do you like bananas, too?" she teased herself.


( I don't promise a long role play like that, that one was my best, that's it.)

Thats like wearing your best suit to a job interview. Make sure to wear the clothes you would normally wear on a normal day to work, you know that rule right? So long as you wrote a paragraph or more you should be fine.

Also, I'd ask you to elaborate more on both the personality and history, as you tend to give information but you dont actually go into specifics. Try to work on that.

Must be Sournois

[raiin]

FIRST NAME:
Andreina "Andi"

LAST NAME:
Loreto

AGE:
seventeen forever

APPEARANCE:
A tall long a lean frame is the first thing anyone even notices about Andi. Then their eyes travel to her thick mop of hair that seems to wave in an uncaring way all over the place. Her friends back home used to laugh at her and say her hair was always able to be dealt with... if you had metal to hold it in place. Her skin is a noticeable slightly golden brown color, with cute freckles speckled across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Her eyes are big and a shinny, sparkly gold color. They are allways inquisitive and wondering. Her style always depends on the mood she is in. She stands at about five foot and four inches tall. Nothing to extraordinary about this girl. Althoug if you met her she is far from boring.

HISTORY:
If the name Andreina Loreto was not obvious enough, this young lady was born from a through and through Italian family. Her father had 'connections' with the Mafia, as any true Italian did. Her mother was a strict mother that tried to keep her children in line. Her family was very wealthy, what with the 'connections' they had, and her father was rarely home because of it. This was fine with Andi and her two older brothers. One day her mother was speaking in that icy, hard tone she used when she was ready to kill she was so angry and Andi was sitting in a corner of her room with her face turned away. Andi knew that her mother was worried because her father had not come home, called, or even breathed word of his existence in over two weeks. It was not until later that the family actually got the news. Her father had 'drowned' accidentally on an outing where they went boating. The thing that was never told to his family was something that might have been important. Her father was half werewolf, leaving his children with a fourth of that canine blood in their veins. What this means for her brothers and Andi nobody knows. It could just be an interesting family fact, or a serious deal. But anyways, her father knew how to swim and they all knew he was killed for one reason or another. It was two weeks before Andi's tenth birthday. The death hit her whole family hard, but Andi the hardest. Her two older brothers left home under their mother's command as to not get dragged into the dirty Mafia business that brought their father's untimely end. So it was only the two women in the house. Andi was always a little bit outspoken and sarcastic, yet for her tenth year of life she withdrew into a shell. It was depressing-that is until she started to discover that there was still beauty in the world. Even if death has reaped allot of it from your sight. Her mother had little hopes of becoming like she was. The woman was broke, loosing her whole family except Andi. Andi tried to cheer her mother up with paintings of happier times and songs of lighter emotions. This did a little, it was like the art that Andi was bringing to her mother let her know there was still someone left. Then, when her mother was pulled together and Andi had a letter in the mail she began attending Beauxbatons. Her life has been full of those happy feelings since, with the occasional shadows of her past. And the splashes of grey from the incognito letters she received from her brothers.

PERSONALITY:
Andi is a person that almost always means well. This is true about her, so remember it when she comes up to you smiling and giving you a backhanded compliment. "That shirt makes you look so much thinner, good job girl!" Try hard not to take it to heart, she is working on it! If she is in a witty mood then you just might be up for some kind of sarcastic comment and a battle of wits will ensue. You best be ready with a quick tongue or else Andi will happily proclaim that she has won. Even if there was no battle to begin with. Her mind works in an almost artistic way, trying to find beauty in everything, pulling out the good. Although being able to see the good so clearly lets her pick out flaws. Still, Andi is a rather kind person and will put up with almost anybody that comes her way. She does have a rather competitive streak so if she simply tells herself its a game, or competition she wont have to deal with the fact that, well, shes dealing with them. Oh yes, Andi is also quite good at lying to herself she did it for a while when her brothers left and let her brain adjust to the fact slowly. Its like her protection from feeling a rush of emotions that could knock her down and mess with her head.

This brings up Andi's other emotions. When she is sad her smile fades, or wavers on her face. She will usually isolate herself from others, she feels nobody else should see her in a state like that. People should only see her better half and thats that. She has a problem with that. Every now and then a few tears will be shed, but this is a little rarer than whenever she pulls herself away from people. Now, when Andi is angry run for the hills. It takes allot to make this girl pop and whatever is that creates this reaction has got to be big or bad. No, not like the wolf. Haha if you got it, boohoo if you didn't. She will go into a huge, showy fit. Probably involving throwing something and lost of yelling and arm waving. Oscar winner material. So watch out for that.

SAMPLE RP:
*Beep Beep Beep. "Good Morning and happy Friday! Its six thirty ...* A groan, and a 'thwack' of a hand smacking the off button was heard early each morning-and this one was no different. The light had just started filtering through. There was a lump lying on the bed, motionless. It was smothered under numerous blankets and pillows. A little motion, pillows falling off the bed and then 'THWUMP.' No sound, and no movement for a few seconds then, "Ouch! Ouch, ouch, ouch... s**t." Andi's lanky form was tangled up in the millions of blankets on her bed and they brought her to her downfall, literally. She squirmed her way out of the self made trap and brushed herself off, throwing the covers back onto the bed.
Her hair was cowlicked in twenty different directions and there were the robes she wore from the previous day still lying on the floor.

A contemplative look crossed Andi's face as she stood up, surveying her area. Messy messy messy. Oh well, cleaning could wait till a little later. She ran her fingers through her hair quickly, telling he wild waves to behave. Then she threw her closet doors open and looked at all of her clothing. Well she tried to anyway. Some of it was still on the hanger, and some was still lying on the floor from where she had knocked it from. So she dug and pulled out a clean set of robes and traded her bright green flannel PJ pants and white muscle shirt for them. Andi appraised herself in the mirror once, then twice making sure everything was in check. Then she plopped herself onto the window sill and lit her breath fog up the cold, autumn chilled glass. Two sparkling gold eyes darted about the outdoors, taking in the beauty of each object. The bright colors giving the dying life out there a spectacular going away party. A sigh escaped her lips as she saw two students sitting beside a tree with leaves the color of fire. They were probably having more fun than she was. All quiet in the room. "But they can't have all the fun. something is going to happen today, I'm positive."

This was true because in only a few moments an owl flew in with silent grace and sat outside her window. Andi's face lit with excitement, she knew her brother's owl anywhere. A majestic beauty-who was snappy and mean. "Uh, thanks Kaz...can I have the letter please?" The owl looked at Andi with untrusting eyes and hopped away from her slowly approaching hand. "Please?" Andi tried once more with a nice word and the bird moved away again, complete mistrust in his eyes. "Oh come on! Why would you bring me a letter to not give it to me!? Kaz, give me the letter." The owl got upset at the new harshness in her voice and took off dropping the letter into a fountain as he left. Andi's face turned hard and cold in an angry way. She grabbed a candle from her bedside and hurled it toward the fleeing owl. It missed the bird by miles, but fell near a tree with leaves like fire and an immediate 'What the heck... that HURT!' came from the tree. Or more likely the people under it.

Andi grumbled and slammed the window shut storming off to rip some blank parchment out of her drawers, and then writing materials from her desk. She had been longing to read of her brother's whereabouts and what had been going on with the two. To hear a comforting word from them, or a funny joke they always told! That damn stupid bird ruined her letter-RUINED IT! Then Andi ripped out a quill from her desk that she sat at and angrilly scratched the words of a new letter to her brothers:

"GET A NEW OWL."
-an angry sister.

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Must be Cossu

[ludovic1203]

Name: Ludovic
Lastname: Raijcovic

Age: 17

Appereance;

History:

Ludovic is a member of the most powerful families in the history of Croatia, the Raijcovic's.

Ludovic is the only heir of the fortune of his family. He, although, have a secret to hide of his family. At age 17, Ludovic has realized there's something different about him. He doesn't just like girls. He is bisexual. He has been hiding this since he was 15. He was raised by his mother, because his father was traveling all of the time since he was born. The only one who knows about this is Ljubica, his best friend on the world. When he was 2 years old, his father was attacted by some deatheaters in Croatia. Because of that, Ludovic and his family has always been moving in and out of several castles and mansions.

Ludovic's family is pure-blood, thsi means both, mother and father, are wizards. So, he was raised as a racist pure-blood. His mother went to Beauxbaton but his father attended Hogwarts. He si pushed by his father to attend Hogwarts, but Ludovic is way more attracted to Beauxbaton.

Personality:

Ludovic is an extremely social guy. As he grew up with a pure-blood traditional family, he is really selective with his friendships and extremely arrogant. He's the type of guy who doesn't like to be interrupted. In despite of, he can take any risks. He, also, has a very strong way to get people to do what he wants. He's not only arrogant, but very intelligent. You could find him reading some books at the library for fun or drawing something in the hallways. Although, he doesn't do what doesn't passionate him or doesn't mean anything to him, so he is not so dedicated to his studies, but to what he likes. He is also very instable. He doesn't trust so much people and he keeps inside all of his problems.

Manipulator
Creative
Lazy
Agressive
Social
Tempermental

He likes: smoking, reading, drawing
He hates: everyone that is not a pureblood.

Sample RP:

A tall guy with strong steps was walking to wards a hallway. He sat in a bench next to a beautiful girl. He looked at her and said hello. She said hello back, but she seemed more interested on the book in hands. Ludovic took the book without her permission. He looked into some pages.

-"I can't believe you're actually reading this crap. I'm Ludovic by the way. You can call me Ludo."

-"I don't care" said the girl who looked pretty angry -"It's none of your business" she toked the book back and restared her reading.

-"Ok, Miss Rude. It was just an opinion. At least, you can tell me your name, right?"

-"Claire". she looked at him peacefully, despite of her anger -"nice to meet you" A sarcastic smile drew on her flawless face.

Ludovic took her hand and she looked at him surprised. "I'm sorry if I took your book. Let's start over, please."

"Right. I got to go. See you around". Claire closed her book and walked away into a corner. Ludovic stood up and followed her. She turned back and saw him walking behind her. "Maybe you should go to class or something. I'm not interest on you".

-"I'm either on you, I would say, hum, that I prefer boys. At least, can I walk you to your class."

-"Ugh. Thanks. I'm... I'm... " Claire blushed and started walking. Ludovic followed her. "You're not into boys for real, right? That would be a waste"

-"Yeah, I am. For real. But, stop talking about it. I would recommend you to read this book." Ludovic handled her a big book with golden letters on the top. "Quiditch to wards Time"

"Thanks. Oh. This is my class. Thanks anyway for the chat and the book. I'll see you around. Maybe at the library"

"Yeah. Cool. No problem. I'm a gentleman."

When you use dialog, you dont need to use - okay?

Must be Sournois

[hellostatic92]

First Name:
Lacey
Last Name:
Moriarty
Age:
Seventeen
Appearance:
You can describe Lacey as a doll. She is very petite and her whole body frame and face, reminds you of a large version of a doll. She has a very pointy jaw line that makes her face heart-shaped, and she had inherited that from her mother. Her most distinctive feature is her face and a lot of people also notice her snowy-white long locks of hair. She likes to experiment with her hair and sometimes it's a snowy puff, and other times she nicely combs it out. The most attractable feature of Lacey, are her eyes. Her eyes are a vibrant medium-colored blue, which flows into a very light colored blue when her powers kick in, and she starts to see the future. There's nothing really amazing about her but she does try to make her looks very unique and quirky.
History:
Being born into a big family of two younger twin brothers and sisters, living with a single mother, in Iceland and three hours away from where her dad lives is a pain. Lacey's mom and dad's relationship started out as any love story would. Lacey's mom and dad, Lauren and Edward, were both into the artistic scheme. Lauren was a very eager and experimental artist. She had worked for hours and hours on paintings to sell so she could support her family, when only a young women who had already graduated from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Edward on the other hand, was an inspiring photographer. He too, had graduated from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, but he had a future that was all planned out already by his parents. Edward would've have been a auror by now, because of his parents. Though he turned him down after meeting Lauren in a painting auction in Paris. They both spent their time together in a small apartment and they both loved each other so much that no one could've torn them apart.

One day Edward and Lauren decided to get married and so they did, but of course against Edwards parents' will. So after a small wedding with a few friends (no parents), both Edward and Lauren wanted to take their new life to Iceland, where they'd settle in. A few months passed by when Lauren was announced that she's pregnant. Then on January 7^th, 1991, a new baby girl was born. Lauren named her Lacey because of how fragile she looked and innocent. Then two years later Lacey was an older sister with two new twin baby boys. Later on Lacey was also a big sister a another baby, this time a girl. With three new siblings, Lacey was surely not lonely.

Of course there had to be some interference. Blood. Edward is a muggle-born, and Lauren was too mesmerized about the outer side of Edward, that she forgot to mention who she really is. A witch and a vampire. When Lacey turned 12 she finally adapted to her powers silently, not knowing. When it was her birthday she suddenly began to get little magical feelings, and her mom knew well what those were. Lacey already had her vampire abilities and instincts, such as looking into the past and having icy cold skin and being very strong. Lauren chose to break all secrets, and decided to tell Edward about her family history. He was appalled of course, because he came from a muggle family and never heard of this stuff. Then after that announcement he left just like that, without any notice of where he might've gone to.

With no response from Edward, Lauren was scared and frightened, as well as Lacey and her siblings. A month later, Lauren received a letter that stated they were to be divorced and that Lauren had to sign it. For about a week, they had to go through a divorce process and were finally free from each other. So with only one person working, Lauren had to once again, support her family, and had to work over time. There was one thing that wasn't fulfilled yet, Lacey's dream. Lacey have always dreamt of attending Beauxbatons, the school which her mom had once attended. Her mom agreed since she thought that it would be very good if Lacey had gotten her wizarding education. So right before Lacey left for Paris, (at the age of 13), her mom told her that whatever happens in the future, she would always have the responsibility to take care of her younger siblings. And that is one thing, Lacey would surely fulfill.
Personality:
QUIRKY: Lacey likes to be silly, and with younger siblings you kind of have to be. With being very silly, Lacey is quite the klutz where she seems to trip at almost every step, or stumble on her feet. So of course, you wouldn't see her on a runway any time soon. Lacey has a bad habit in being sarcastic all the time. Usually when a situation is kind of bad like, when you have a test that would be about the last three lessons you learned on the Revolutionary War, she would say something along the lines of "Oh great, this would be a breeze. Wonderful. Awesome. Should be real easy." Though some people might think she's an optimist, and some think she's a pessimist, when clearly she likes to have fun.

STUBBORN: If you tell Lacey to do something she's not really willing to do, she would simply ignore you. She acts unreasonably obstinate, when you tell her something that she doesn't want to do or hear. Really she is kind of a pessimist, but she doesn't like to do something that wouldn't please her. Like when her mom would tell her to do the laundry or look after her younger siblings she would simply refuse or ignore her, until forced to do what she's suppose to. So don't get on her bad side.

ARTISTIC: Like any other person (well almost), they would like to be unique and different as possible. Lacey's point-of-view on uniqueness is venting out her feelings through art. Her artistic abilities were inherited from her parents. One, having the love for painting and writing. Two, having an interest in photography. She's really passionate about her art, music, and writing that it's the only way she could actually express herself.
Sample RP:

It's like the day's were getting shorter, when the alarm suddenly went off and Lacey jolted up startled, hitting her leg on the night-stand. "Morning already!" exclaimed Lacey grumpily. She sluggishly pulled herself from one corner of the room to another, as she got ready for the rest of her "unexpecting" day.

With her clumsy self, Lacey opened her room door while getting her feet caught behind the door and as she walked out, she stumbled and dropped all of her class books. She bent down to receive them when two unfamiliar feet appear at her hands. "Let me help you with that!" announced a cheerful voice, that usually got on Lacey's nerve. The cheerful girl picked up two of the DADA books, that layed there three inches away from Lacey's hand. "Oh, thanks. I could've have gotten that," replied Lacey who rested her books on her arms almost hugging it, in a neat pile.

"My name's Tori, and you?" introduced the girl.

"I'm Lacey, and you must be a first year too, right?" asked Lacey unsure of why she asked that question. Probably because she wanted someone to accompany her on her first day.

"Oh no silly," said the girl with a sort of snotty voice, "I'm a second year." That was kind of hard to believe of course, to Lacey, because of how girly and seemingly immature she appeared to be. "I'm sorry," Lacey apologized truly, "do you think you can explain to me how you know, people are, here?" Lacey of course was embarrassed to ask this, because of how headstrong she was and independent. But she wasn't intending on going into a class looking like a fool and acting different.

"Why do you think you'll make a total weirdo of yourself. Well we are all weirdo's to most people. Aren't we?" explained Tori, kind of feeling stupid at her statement. Lacey didn't know what to say, she just kept walking and was totally spaced out. She was walking ahead looking dazed as if she's being hypnotized. Tori razed her hand in front of Lacey's faced and waved it, like what you would do if you see somebody totally spaced out and you would want to see if they're still alive or breathing. "What happened? Are you scared?" asked Tori as if she wasn't done with asking questions.

Lacey was still kind of dazed and didn't even realized that she was already walking in the corridor of Beauxbatons. "Oh sorry, um, I'm just thinking about something..." and as she explained an owl suddenly appeared startling Lacey and Tori, as it aggressivly flew towards them as if unable to stop. "Whoa!" yelled Lacey thinking it'll pull her head off. Then the weird owl dropped a letter in Lacey's hands and flew away out the window. Continuing to walk, Lacey started to read the letter that sort of magically appeared in her hands unexpected. "What's it about?" asked Tori very curious and kind of annoying. All Lacey could do was stare at the letter and read the word that her mother's smudged with her fingers; over and over again. "Help."

Edward went to Beauxbatons, but had never heard of vampires and witches? Thats not possible at all.

[florianceleste]

First Name: Florian

Last Name: Celeste

Age: 17

Appearance:

History: His parents, Julie and Raphael respectively, were "high-school" sweethearts and have been together since both were merely 16 years of age. They both attended Beauxbatons, thus Flori has been immersed in the magical world since his birth. He was born in Rennes, Britanny (France) and has lived their his whole life. By perfect chance a modeling agency scouted him while on vacation and therefore he has found himself traveling between Rennes and Paris in accordance to his modeling schedule. His family is very open-minded and his religious and world values are very out in the air; he prefers to see all sides of a matter before choosing almost anything in life. He has only one close friend and that is Colette: a tall, glasses-wearing, brunette-haired muggle that would do anything for Flori.

Personality: Flori is, like stated prior, very open-minded. He's a very artistic person and excells in fashion photography - his passion. (His modeling job was A) just by coincidence and B) a nice perk to get into the world of fashion.) All in all, he's a very laid back individual who has a sense of who he is. He's homosexual, out and proud but not flambouyant. He doesn't particularly care for those "colourful boys"; he's gay because he likes men, not because he wants to act like a woman. He is extremely arachniphobic and if he sees one, even if it's a small speck of a spider, will run away as fast as possible whilst squealing at the top of his lungs. He's very dedicated to his job and photography career and is only himself when he's with Colette. His worries guide him at times and he frets over silly little matters for longer than needed - you'll know if he's fretting because when he's worried he paces. A lot.

Sample RP: "I'd like you to run from this bridge and over the small pond, acting as if you're scared of a wronged romance coming back to haunt you." The set director instructed Flori. "The campaign, after all, is 'spring forward: to love'," he reminded Flori.

"Yes," is all Flori could mutter. He took a deep breath, brushed off some dust that had collected on his shoulder and ran. He was in his zone now and nothing could disturb him. Once he was in his zone nothing could be done to rectify this second persona until the photoshoot was a success. Flori had a love/hate relationship with his job and dearly wished Colette was here to cheer him on. He was doing a photoshoot for the monotonous "Spring Forward" campaign that he's been working on for the last few months.

After what seemed like mere seconds the art director shouted "What a success! That's a wrap! Good job Celeste, I knew you'd do fine. The way you turned your heard back almost as if in fear was ingenious!" he pat Flori on the back and walked away.

Flori just winced. Sure being a model made a great living but his true desire was to be on the other side of the room. To hold his new digital Nikon D90 SLR. To have the power over imagery. To be...the magic maker. "Well at least it looks like I'll be on time for my lunch date with Laurent." He sighed once more before continuing on his way to his dressing room.

Must be Cossu

[sébastien dupont]

First Name:
Joey
Last Name:
Maldini
Age:
17
Appearance:

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There's no other way to describe Joey but to say he's absolute eye candy. He's a muscular boy and works out a lot, maybe excessively, surfing helping a good deal with this, and takes a very healthy interest in what he's wearing, looking like and especially what his hair is like.

He has smooth, light brown to a dirty blonde hair, a rich honey color that many compliment him on. He also has some facial hair which adds to his overall bad boy appeal. He's always had that sort of look to him no doubt, even when he was a little kid you could tell he was the popular type, so obviously he had a lot of attention on him. He's the kind of guy that all the girls want a piece of at some point really.

He has enchanting blue eyes, diamonds basically, he completely uses them to his advantage knowing girls do tend to fall for guys when they look into their eyes. His glisten with such intense passion, integrity, and depth that sometimes you could actually say their mesmerizing. Which again is one of his advantages. His overall facial appearance the way he holds his face, smiles and winks can really get girls to melt, he's the kind of guy that, as earlier mentioned, girls always want a piece of, and he knows how to use it to his advantage.

Joey is caucasian, but along with having a natural pigment that makes him a little tanned, many thanks to the generous Miami sun, he’s got an amazing tan working for him.

When it comes to height and weight, he's what they call tall. He stands at six foot and one inch and comparing that to his weight he's all matched. He does work out a lot, as mentioned beforehand as well.[/size]

History:
Miami, Florida. A sunny paradise. What better place to raise a family in, huh? And when your father’s a drug dealer, and your mother’s a successful model, there’s no better place to be. It was fun living in Florida too, because all everyone knew how to throw a good party and have a great time, maybe a little too much fun in Joey’s case, who seemed to be such an innocent and beautiful little boy. Shame about his father though, which personality traits Joey began to pick up on.

Until the age of five, everything was running perfect with Joey’s life, his loving mom always there for him. Annabelle Maldini, was a model, sure, she had a big heart, and she knew what her kids deserved, and even though her two boys were fathered by a man she didn't love any more, it wasn't easy just to pack up and leave him, he supplied her boys with love, and even though he was selling drugs by the minute and most of the time wasn't in the house, when he was and he was sober he loved Joey and the boy loved him. What was she to do really?

By the time Joey reached the tender age of ten, Annabelle finally divorced Stephen, and with good reason, his lifestyle was destroying her child, and she set out on the long road to setting up her own modeling agency, however in that same year, Stephen was assassinated while in New York, murdered, and shot five times. Annabelle grieved over him of course, but she knew she'd done the right thing in divorcing him.

Well, after this happened, was when the trouble began. Annabelle finally opened up her own modeling agency, “Lipgloss, Sweetheart” and it instantly began to make a hit in Miami, and since she was always busy with the agency, she was never around at home anymore, let alone to even have the time to pay attention to Joey, so he basically had to raise himself, and that was were his wild side came in. He began partying, drinking, and living his life freely. Basically, you couldn’t go to a party without seeing him there, and pumping everyone up for it. The rest of the time he spent at the beach with his friends, surfing being his main priority, and tearing up the waves in Miami.

One summer, when coming back from the beach, he received his letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and thought it was a joke from his friends, but as he read on he wanted to see if it was real for himself, since his father was too wasted half the time to mention anything about it when he was alive, and his mother not being around to even talk to him, so he packed his bags and headed for the wizarding school, trading his surfboard over for a wand, the beach for a castle, and the sun for snow.

Personality:
Bad influence. That’s what 95% of people said Joey was, and he really is. Some meant it in a good way because they liked being led astray. Others meant it in a negative way, mainly parents and grandparents and people that generally didn't like him, but he didn’t care what others thought. If he wants to do or say something, he’ll do it, and he doesn’t like anyone holding him back from that. Basically, you either love him or hate him. Girls wanted to be with him, and guys wanted to be him. He’s addicting though, and no one can seem to get enough of him. Of course he’s got his closest friends, the one he’d do anything for.

When he did manage to have parties though, his true spirit was unleashed. Joey was an animal when he wanted to be. And a wild one at that. He was fun loving, thrill seeking, pleasure addicted - everything you'd expect from a typically wild guy. He was alcohol driven and loved nothing more than a really good flirt. At his parties anything was alive. It was a case of 'take one of the spare rooms but don't be too long, there's a queue. just remember to throw the sheets into the laundry basket' He was laidback and just liked to enjoy the ride. There were no rules and as for food, drink, girls, guys, kisses and sex - it was a total free for all. People stereotypically thought he was arrogant about himself and in life generally but he actually wasn't. So what he was a little vain? Anyone with good looks liked to make sure they looked alright, didn't they? He was no different than them then.

One thing that you never managed to get out of Joey was his smile. It was an amazing smile, and he knew how to use it to his advantages. Even though he had a bad past, you’d find him smiling, and many people began to get annoyed with it, thinking Miami’s saltwater got to his head, but being that typical surfer boy from Florida, he knew had to bring something new to Beauxbatons.

Joey’s also incredibly loyal to the boys and girls that have always been there. He does have his respect, and people should treat him with respect, and that means, lay off of him, don't start anything unnecessary with him, or he will put you straight. He doesn’t like people thinking their all that, when they really aren’t.

Sample RP:
[My RP from another site written recently.]

Another yawn erupted from Joey's mouth, forming a perfect O before it was quickly closed and his eyes returned to the book next to him. Ever since fifth year, when all his Professors had gotten together to acknowledge the fact that he was basically brilliant in all his classes, he had been coaxed into tutoring younger students. At first, it was like a death sentence, spending his free time helping kids who didn't even want the help at all. But after a year, he found that it really was rewarding to know that all the youngsters he helped succeeded in their classes, and would go on to pass tests and get good O.W.L's and N.E.W.T's.

It felt very natural to Joey, to be helping others. It was what he had being doing basically his whole life. Being dropped off at Mrs. Mildred's Home for the Abandoned as an infant, he had struggled to cope with the gaping hole in his heart from his lack of parents. He filled that hole with reading basically ever book he ever came across. From the muggle fairy tales, to the teen orphans disregarded physics textbooks, he couldn't get enough. He could probably account his keen mind now to his parents who left him there with nothing.

After awhile, he found himself taking care of the younger kids brought into the orphanage, consoling them and reading to them, making sure they would be alright. Many years under the guidance of Mrs. Mildred and her team of young ladies, he came to be kind, considerate and charming, the three keys to a woman's heart. Girls flocked to him even as a teen when he was accepted and charity-paid off to Hogwarts.

He spent the first four years in Hogwarts in Ravenclaw Tower, trying to get by without being singled out. But it was bound to happen, he couldn't help being who he was, and girls basically swooned whenever he talked to them. Guys in his house and others alike found it rather annoying and daunting at all the same time, but after awhile they came to realize that Will was their secret weapon to getting girls, and he helped teach them the things girls did and did not like.

And so he yawned again, the potions textbook blurring as his eyes filled with tired tears. It was nearly midnight, and still this girl wouldn't understand. She was a fourth-year Gryffindor, proud and confident, but not proud enough to admit that she stunk at potions, until the teachers told him to approach her and ask if she needed help. She had blushed the moment he spoke to her, captured by his startling blue eyes and good looks, and hadn't stopped blushing since. Even when they were alone, she stared at him sometimes and not the work.

And so at midnight on a school night, he closed the book, startling the younger girl a bit. "It's getting late, Madeline, and I don't think we're going to make anymore progress." He smiled softly, and pushed the book back towards her, his look knowing that she only wanted extra help because he was giving it. "I'll owl you soon and we can get together again. Your going to pass Potions, even if I have to give up every week night to do it." He said passionately, maybe a bit too passionately, because Madeline immediately blushed fiercely and nodded without saying anything before rushing off.

Laughing to himself, he rubbed his eyes, looked at the clock and reassured himself that his friends were waiting for him up at the Common Room anyways, so he grabbed his books and headed off to them.

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Must be Sournois

[maddiestone]

MADDISON MARIE DELAFLOTE

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aka Maddie, age 15, Veela-Pureblood[/center]

History:
Maddison Marie Delaflote was born on the 29th of October to a noble Pureblood family in the Wizarding community. For the most part, she and her family reside in Southern France, not too far from Beauxbatons Palace. She lives there with her parents and two younger siblings, Nathalie (age nine) and Olivier (age seven).

The Delaflote's hold very little tolerance for those whom they render inferior to themselves. The fact that Veela blood runs through the family veins adds to their feelings of superiority, in addition to their high social status and wealth.

Her parents were quite esteemed when Maddie received her acceptance letter to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, although they were not surprised. Her parents had attended Beauxbatons at her age, and had both been sorted into Sournois. Generally speaking, her ancestors were intelligent, although single-minded. Because of this, many were sorted into Rouerie or Sournois; the few who ended up in Cossu usually ended up to be "muggle-lovers", and were thus disowned from the family.

Personality:
Like her parents, Maddie has the tendency to be old-fashioned in thought, and single-minded to the point of recklessness. She struggles to create her own opinions, and on the rare occasion that she succeeds, her parents usually correct her in the "error of her ways". However, she's an intelligent child, as well as sociable and communicative. She generally has an optimistic outlook on situations, although is not always the friendliest person to hang around; her parents, grandparents, and even great-grandparents have convinced her that everyone without pure blood is scum, and not worth conversing with.

Maddie's nature causes her to be very compulsive and obsessive; she also has the tenancy to be bossy and interfering.

Sample RP:
What rotten luck. Maddie though dismally to herself. She had just been outdoors, reading peacefully to herself, when what should come flying out of the sky? Pascal, the family owl. For once, She thought to herself, why can't family owls bare good news?

It turns out that she would be spending the entirety of the winter holiday with her great grandmother. Apparently, her recent behavior had been questionable, and her great grandmother had thus decided to "request her appearance", as it was necessary she be taught some morals about spending time with the "right crowd".

Maddie had multiple opinions on the request. What was wrong with hanging out with people she liked, even if they weren't "pureblood"? She squinted her eyes, and glanced out in the distance, trying to imagine exactly what her great-grandmother would have to say on the matter.

Must be Rouerie

[kai]

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

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

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

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

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



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

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


Must be Rouerie

[mynamemygame]

First: Fleur
Middle: Marie Anabelle
Last: Johnson
Age: 17
Wand: 7 1/2 inches maple containing a single veela hair

Appearance:
Fleur has blonde hair, blue eyes, is 5'6, has sun-kissed hair, with long legs, is skinny- 92 pounds, and her make-up includes mascara, eye liner ,eye shadow, blush, and lip gloss.


History: Born on July 29th 1991 Fleur is from a small family just her parents, Mike and Lacy, and her younger sister Michelle Isabelle. Fleur received her letter from Beauxbatons Academy while enjoying her 12th birthday in her her private luxury house in Paris, France. Fleur is half veela with a veela aunt, grandmother, and half-veela mother, but has some witch in her from her father. Fleur comes from a very rich family where Muggles cannot possibly exist. Though Fleur secretly resists her non-Muggle liking parents by befriending a Muggle! Fleur's muggle friend Alexandra doesn't know about Fleur's witchery but will soon find out when Fleur heads off to Beauxbatons. Fleur also enjoys reading, writing, drawing, and SHOPPING!

Personality:
Fleur is athletic enough to know how to work a broom but chooses not to in front of her parent's fearing they will settle her in Quidditch( though she really wants to be in Quidditch!) Fleur is smart, clever, and you might even say witty! Fleur was a straight A student when she went to her Muggle school in London,England. Fleur chooses to be dumb to get the guys but on the inside has a huge desire to gradute with top marks!


Sample RP:

Fleur was walking home from school when she heard a slight breeze behind her. Pulling out her wand she whirled around to see her mother stumbling towards her. "Good dear glad I found you." "Mom is somthing wrong?" Fleur asked her french accent not getting in the way. " No,No dear quite alright." her mother replied.

" Are you sure your okay Mom?" Fleur asked again. " No dear I'm feeling rather woozy." "Mom have you been drinking again?" Fleur cautiously stepped towards her mother. " Mabye that wisky wasn't as safe as I presumed." Fleur's mother teetered dangerously on her feet rocking back and forth. "Let's go home Mom." Fleur grabbed her mother's arm and headed home.

When they reached home Fleur's sister immeditatly yelled, "How was your day Fleur?" even though their mother had just collapsed on the couch and dozed into an eventful sleep." Great but I'm tired. I'm heading to bed." "Fine!" Michelle's short temper kicked in right then. Okay then Fleur tought to herself as she trudged to her own elevator upstairs.

Please change your display name to fit the name you've given in the app.

[towlie]

First Name: Cygnus
Last Name: Napalm
Age: 17 
Appearance: Standing at about 5’7 Cygnus is an average height for his age. He’s not really thin or built, kind of in between the two. He has pale, but clear skin on a regular basis. His eyes are green and not to big or small. His hair is fairly short and midnight black. The bedhead look is definitely a favorite of his. It has been rumored that he has never owned a hairbrush, which is most likely true.

As far as clothing goes it’s black, black, and did I say black? Cygnus isn’t gothic. He just enjoys black. Because he’s not the richest person, he tends to keep his clothing pretty simple. Button down shirts, jackets, jeans, etc. He doesn’t really think of himself as good looking and doesn’t really care.

History: Born to Andrei and Genevieve (maiden Costo) Napalm, Cygnus was a thunderstorm of life. He and trouble have been compatible ever since he could crawl. Being an only child, he was always the center of his household. They say: "Like father, like son" In this case that is definetly true. It's no wonder where Cygnus gets his ways. His father, Andei is a pureblood wizard while his mother, Genevieve is half.

Growing up, Cygnus spent a lot of time with Julian, his uncle on his brother's side. He liked the seclusion of Julian's house better than the hustle and bustle of his parents' neighborhood. On the few occasions that he was with his parents, he kept himself holed up in his room, trying to stay away from his mother's cheek-pinching friends and his father's "hunting" buddies.

Before he was of age for wizard school Cygnus attended Muggle school. His family was poor and couldn’t afford to stay home to teach him. They obviously couldn’t afford a teacher, but they wanted him to keep up with other children his age. Cygnus hated school. He did have friends and the other kids often kept their distance. He spent a majority of his life watching others inch away. Although he didn’t get along with the students and teachers, Cygnus earned above average marks. Schoolwork is one thing he is good at.



Personality: Cygnus is intelligent, street smart, and cunning. He's careless, manipulative, speaks his mind, and is very mischievous. Cygnus is definitely not trustworthy. He's a lying, backstabbing player who'd kill his own brother...if he had one. Okay maybe not. Sarcasm is one of his favorite tones of voice, although it seems to drive others away. The problem is most people can’t tell when he’s serious or not. People say that it's good to have some secrets. Cygnus says it's good to have all secrets. He keeps his personal life to himself and doesn't let too many people in.

Cygnus is cruel, sarcastic, reckless and is quick to put himself before others. He's very stubborn, and refuses to be wrong. He loves to play with girls' hearts; he thinks it's funny. He hates pretty much everything: Animals, authority, reading, homework, flying(airplanes), and glitter are just a few things he hates. He has a bad habit of speaking his mind, no matter what's on it. He doesn't depend on others to do things for him. He considers himself a leader, and he won't have it any other way. He likes manipulating people, taking risks, and a few of the small things in life. He hates just about everything else.

Sample RP: Useless, useless, useless

That was the best way to sum up a book such as this one. Cygnus sighed as he threw the book aside. He sat at a small table in the far corner of the library, next to the Restricted Section. He glanced out the window beside him and scowled at the weather.

Look's like an eighty percent chance of sunshine all day. It's disgusting! Or as I like to say, "an eighty percent chance of doom."

Often times he spent his leisure in the library. It was usually a pretty tranquil place. It was relaxing and at the same time, bored Cygnus almost to tears. Fake tears, of course. The activity from the rest of the castle was just so...dead, d-e-d, dead! Just then a bunch of younger years walked into the room. They were all laughing and making a ridiculous amount of noise which annoyed Cygnus greatly. It was only some time before they all would be put out of the library. Or so he hoped. He’d hate to have to run them off himself. Or would he…



[[They won’t always be this short.]]

Must be Sournois

[cupcake]

First Name:
Juliette

Middle Name:
Marie

Last Name:
Toussaint

Age:
16

Appearance:
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Juliette is of average height, around 5’7”. She has a thin, lean body which she keeps in shape by dancing. Her hair is blonde, long and wavy, reaching down to her chest. Her eyes are big and hazel. Her skin is tanned as she grew up in Australia most of her life. Her features are soft and beautiful as she is a quarter Veela.
Juliette’s clothing of choice is usually either alternative, comfortable or pretty clothing. It varies with her mood. She does always look good in everything however, partly due to her Veela background and partly due to her good sense in fashion.

History:
Father: Pierre Jon Toussaint [Pure Blood Wizard]
Mother: Gabrielle Emma Bellamont [Part Veela]

Juliette was born in Sydney, Australia to her rich French wizard father, Pierre, and her part Veela mother, Gabrielle. They lived in a flat by the beach where they would take their gorgeous daughter everyday. At 6, Juliette started a Muggle Primary School and struggled. Juliette never really caught on to the academics and couldn’t ask for help at home as her parents had no idea. She soon, however, found herself very good at drawing. Juliette expressed herself through this art form and became quite good at it. Pierre and Gabrielle were proud of their daughter but were worried when she hadn’t expressed any magical talents until she was 9. She was on a school excursion to Canberra and she suddenly felt homesick. She missed her parents and started to cry. And cry. And cry. On this hot summer’s day, clouds suddenly appeared and soon after Juliette started to sob, buckets full of rain fell from the sky. Needless to say, the drought stricken citizens weren’t the only people who were thrilled. When Juliette was 10, her family moved to France. Her father, who had just inherited a lot more money from his parents, bought them a Châteaux near Marseilles. This is where they currently live with their maid, butler and array of winged horses.
Juliette gets along well with her mother, they share the same outlooks in life, about appreciating the smaller things in life and not taking anything for granted. Juliette thinks of her mother as one of her best friends. Juliette loves her father dearly but their conflicting opinions and her occasional teenage angst can get in the way of a perfect relationship such as the one Juliette shares with her mother. Juliette and her father argue about anything from politics to simple things like Juliette's chores. A reoccuring argument however is the one about Juliette's drawing. Juliette doesn't care much for academics and loves to draw. Her father just wants her to have a good education and have all the options that he didn't have.

Personality:
Juliette is a sweet, lovely girl who will never be heard saying a bad word about anyone. She grew up an only child with only a few friends so she is accustomed to being by herself. From the outside she is happy and chirpy, care free and confident. Deep down, deeper than even Juliette has dared to venture, she is insecure and desperately wants friends. She analyses everything everyone says about her and usually takes things the wrong way. This almost never comes out; only occasionally when something tips her over she will cry herself to sleep. This is very rare though.
Juliette is definitely an introvert and spends most of her time drawing. She doesn’t show many of her pieces of art to people because she doesn’t want them to judge her but the ones she is very proud of she will show off.
If Juliette does make friends with someone, she will be incredibly loyal and trustworthy but this in mind, she only bonds closely with a few people who can understand her.

Sample RP:
Juliette sat by the pool in her Mediterranean chateau and quickly sketched the scene she was in front of her. It was absolutely perfect. The sun was casting a pale red light over the paddocks where her beautiful Abraxan mare, Nadine, was silently grazing. As her pencil flew over the paper, replicating the beautiful, picturesque scene, she smiled. This is what she loved doing. If she had her way, she would sketch all day. Unfortunately, she couldn’t have her way. As her father reminded her, life was about learning. Not drawing. She smile fell from her face and she let out a soft sigh. If she didn’t do well at Beauxbatons her father would be so disappointed in her. Her mother was different though. Her mother knew what it was like to be caught up in something like this. To live life appreciating the small things. Her mother called it, ‘La Vie Romantique’, The Romantic Life.
If only she was allowed to live it.

If her mother were full veela, then her father would be dead. Veelas are considered to be creatures, not exactly human. So Juliette cant be half veela, she'd have to be anywhere from a quarter Veela on.

- I've edited it, thanks

Must be Cossu

[mary]

First Name Mary
Middle Name Nicole
Last Name LeFroy
Age 16


History
Always the odd one out, Mary Nicole LeFroy, was classified as an outcast. Before she got her Hogwarts letter, she had private tutors. Her parents wanted to make sure she was intelligent and ahead in her magical years to come.

Mary was born on July 27, 1991 in Chelsea, England. Her parents, Aoife Hughes and Rabastan LeFroy were younger than most, but that didn’t bother Mary, for they spoiled her rotten.

Aoife Hughes was the secret and youngest sister to Lena, Pheobe, and Andromeda Hughes. Their mother had hidden Aoife from sight, as a young child. She was everything they detested. Lurking in the shadows of Hogwarts, she felt ashamed to walk the planet. Turning 15, she had her coming out party. That’s when everyone saw the bright, bubbly, little red head she was. And that’s where she met Rabastan.

Rabastan Lestrange was the younger brother of Thomas. He was always in the spotlight and never noticed Aoife until her party. She was beautiful and would make a great wife. She knew her place in the Pureblood world. He ‘proposed’ a week later. They both knew that it was already arranged. A year later they conceived Mary. She was named after Lady LeFroy, Rabastan’s mum.

Mary grew up like a Pureblood child should, but when she got to the age 11, she began to wonder. Her little mind pondering why they treated Muggleborns so bad. Her parents immediately took action. They didn’t want a Muggle-loving child. Methods included torture, brainwashing, and starvation. By the time Mary was 15, she was the proper Pureblood lady.

Her Sweet Sixteen! All of her friends and family were there to witness her blow up. They flinched and cringed as she screeched at her parents. The following day her parents awoke to find her beautiful, floor length hair, cut and her wardrobe smashed to bits. Lots of yelling could be heard from the Lestrange house that day.

She lost her virginity to Theodore Nott II. It was a stormy night and they were at Theo’s house. One thing lead to another and…. Whoosh! It was gone. She would never regret that decision though…

Aoife and Rabastan decided to send her to Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts after her 100th detention. That has got to be a record. They are willing to offer discipline for Mary if she gets out of hand.
End History

Personalty and Flaws.
Mary would never intentionally hurt someone, unless they did something to provoke her. She is tender-hearted, but has a fierce temper. She's really shy, but at the same time bubbly. Mary'll blush when someone makes a vulgar and/or sexual comment. She's got a sharp tongue that's gotten her in tough situations. She's never got many crushes before, but if she likes a guy enough, she's crush hard. Her personalities do not match her looks, but that's how she likes it. She likes to be judged by her personalty and not her looks. That's how she determines who's her friend and who's not.

Mary has flaws just like any other person.
She jabbers too much, swears too much, laughs too much, eats too much, and procrastinates. She’s obsessed with her Chucks and would literally kill for those shoes. She likes cheesy old 80's and 70's music, too! Shocker!

Appearance
Mary is approximately 4’11” and weighs 95 pounds give or take a few lbs. She has arse length black hair with random accidental white stripes. (Her and bleach don’t mix.) She got a snake-bite piercing in her sixth year, along with a lip ring.

RP
There Mary sat, her little fist repeatedly hitting the side of her crib. She wanted out of this blasted thing. Suddenly a face appeared above her. She didn't like it. The face was sinister and... malicious. Almost sadistic really. She cried. And cried. And cried. Apparently the face didn't like it. He hit Mary. Slashed her face with something. Blood... oh god there was so much blood. Her left eye went black. A towel was placed upon Mary’s head and she was suddenly lifted.

Perhaps her little infant brain was imagining something, but she felt the floors drop out from underneath her and she felt the earth shake and rattle. Before Mary knew it she was dropped. She assumed out of the window. Mary felt the soft grass become like asphalt as she crumbled on the sidepath. Her cries stopped and the cloth was lifted from her face and she was surprisingly still alive and awake. Then, she rolled over. Just Mary one years old, and she stood up and walked. She walked until I saw the man that dumped her. With a choppy beard and yellow pointy teeth he smiled and licked his lips. She’s guessed he was a vampire. Mary struggled for air and focused all of her attention on this mad man. Then... he let out a cry of pain. A jet of red light erupted from Mary and the man dropped dead. She started crying again. High-pitched hysterical shrills. Her mum ran out of the house. That's where the memory fades. After she first used magic. Her first experience with magic involved her killing someone. Charming, huh?

Here's something from present day...

"La de de la de da!" Mary sang, twirling around her room. Her WizardRadio was blasting some old Weird Sisiter's song.
"Knock Knock!" Theodore Nott II said, walking into the room.
"THEO!" She cried, running at her best friend. "Have you seen Melissa? Huh???" She excitedly asked.
"Yes, I've seen her, Mares! Chillll!" with that, Mary promptly threw a pillow at Theodore.
"How are you two. Ya know, relationship wise??"
"We.... we broke up." Mary's eyes grew the size of saucers.
"Why?" She asked.
"I'm in love with someone else!" Theodore whispered.
"Who?!? Tell me, I'll kick her arse to the moon. Giver her the old left hook!" Mary began jumping around, her fish-net covered fists punching the air. Theodore laughed, and lowered her hands. That's when Mary looked into his eyes. She'd never really given those eyes a good stare. In his hazel orbs she saw emotion and she saw confusion. Love and lust was visible. She gasped backing up against the wall.
"It... it's me, isn't it?"
"Yeah... it has been ever since that one night... You know-"
"I KNOW Theodore. Please just... just get out."
"Mary... you know I'd never intentionally hurt Melissa."
"Did you tell her you loved me?" Mary asked impatiently.
"Y-y-yes." Theodore stuttered.
"GET OUT!" She thundered. Mary knew she was overreacting, but she lost her closest friend because of another.
"Mare, I'm not leaving!" Mary drew her wand, pointing it at his neck.
"Mary, you wouldn't hurt me..."
"Levicorpus!" She cried, sending Theodore to the roof by his ankle.
"See you later, sweety." She whispered in his ear. She patted his cheek before walking out of her room.
"Reducto!" She cried at some random painting. The painting crumbled instantly into dust.
"Mobiliarbus." A family vase was forced to fly into the air. She carefully guided it to the wall, where it smashed. Jagged breaths coming from her, Mary Nicole Lestrange walked out of that house, never to walk in it again.

Today, Mary’s only killed two people, and that was with freak accidents. She was a toddler in both killings. She’s read and reread every Potions book out there and would recommend Potions; A Guide For Prejudiced Prodigies.[/u] A personal family friend wrote that for her, actually! She considers herself a prodigy actually, and that's kind of conceited but she has a right! Have you seen her O.W.L.S??


-- Mary Nicole!

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[satoshi]

First Name: ravenscar
Last Name: : scrab
Age:: 16
Appearance:: ravenscar has long easily flowing hair, which she often uses to cover up her rather long ears, she quite pale and slender, always changing outfit’s, her eyes though circular as a child are now slanted. Her hair and eye color change with her mood, her hair changes to a dark blue when feeling some sort of extreme emotion or closer to white when feeling threatened and eyes switch between green, brown and blue. Blue when she is content, green when she is preparing to fight and brown when she is happy or in a pleasant daze
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History:: As a child ravenscar never knew her parents though she cared not. taken in by her clan she felt out of place and was always into mischief , one day at the age of 10 while wandering out due to her adventurous sprit she was taken out of the limits of her tribe spotted by one of the watchmen she was put onto trial before the elders and exiled from the tribes land. Spiteful she wandered around aimlessly lost, starved.
While walking down a dark ally which she had learned to come home she was confronted by a group of strange men. she knew not the cruelty of this new world and warm full greeted them then something caught her eye not like before a piece of her hair dangled in front of her stiff white! she realized something was amiss and attempted to run as her ears flung out from behind her ears she heard shuts from the men such as "what a freak" "lets get it!" a sharp pain jolted across her arm as she stopped running and looked down. something red was poring out of her arm ass she felt a weakness come upon her realizing the harsh truth of the real world and its cruelty she found a place to live among the Indian preservations making peace with there society

Personality:
from perky to a darkness building inside form abandonment and loneliness feeling like a freak always hearing the words of those men echoing, though a kind creature generally she does not take lightly to notice of her ears. She cares not for the human race however she is a large flirt and always thinks steps ahead to figure out how to manipulate others to get her way wither they ever realize it or not matters not to her
Sample RP:
Ravenscar jolted upright as the cool wisp of the wind crossed her path and a small trace of gunpowder filled her nostrils, realizing that something was right she quickly grabbed her bow and daggers and headed out.

Swiftly throwing herself from tree to tree trying to locate the distinct odder until she reached a small tear in the fence of the preservation. "humans" she muttered to herself disguised at how they could nto even follow there own simple rules she whipped her head in the direction of a loud crack a gunshot she thought to herself as her hair came and flung across her face and charged toward the sound

There lay a deer bathing in its own blood as the men walked towards the poor creature no longer able to stalk in the darkness without making any actions distraught she made her entrance

"And so the villains swarms of nature do swarm upon then" she echoed in order to not give away her location. She saw the fear build, boil in her eyes and prepared for her attack. she tightly griped her daggers, quickly charged as the wind beat against her at her swift action bouncing off from a tree with such grace and shoving herself into one man cutting off his arm "and so you know the pain of lose of something you need, must I proceed or will you get out of my woods!" the man stumbling from his feet shooting off all his ammo into the trees as the one armed man ran back from once he came it seemed to ravenscar that she must proceed to scare him without shedding more blood. she stealthy stalked behind the man before leaning her head over his should and with a loud boom of her voice said "BOO!" the main caught off guard showing his true cowardice as he shirked like a small girl and ran back through once he entered then stareing down at the poor deer bleeding to death drew back her bow and finished off "a quick painless death is the best i can grant you im sorry my friend" as tears began to shed from her eyes

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[julia]

First Name:

Julia Rose Marie Antoine

Last Name:

Dubois

Age:

Seventeen

Appearance:

Julia has a medium-sized, dark red hair. She is very proud of it and she had never tried to do anything with it, she wanted to keep it as the nature gave it to her, she doesn’t want to hear about dying it or make it stay straight, no way, she wants to be proud with what she has. Her jaw is very prominent, she has a medium nose, in fact, that makes her face look prettier than it really is. Julia has big brown eyes, which gives her an air of a surprised person. She is not very fat, she is a little bit “curvy” but everyone seems to like the way she is built. She always liked to wear dresses, she thinks that pants are too masculine and characteristic to “mudbloods” not for pure-bloods witches as herself.

History:

Julia Rose Marie Antoine was born on 27 ^th September in a family of pure-blood wizards and in that family she grew up. Julia was taught by her parents magic from an early age, she loved magic very much from that early age. Julia did not have any brothers, nor sister, just a lot of cousins. The books were her support, she did not love her parents very much, she was more a lonely person. The Doubois’ had a lot of galleons, they were very wealthy, their purpose was just to mate another pure-blood witch or wizards and to double the galleons. Julia always felt very apart from her family, she thought that she was a mistake, her parents toughed her magic, but they were never affective with her, any child wants attention and affection from their own parents but it seemed that Julia was not that lucky, even if she felt constantly how her heart was burning deeply inside her chest when she was near her parents or her other relatives.

Julia, maybe was just a lonely child, her parents used to call her like that, a lonely child, but she could not change anything, if the had chosen her own personality. Like any other child, Julia liked to spend time with her cousins, quite a lot, because she felt so superior to them, and she liked the sensation of being better than other. Julia always knew that she was a witch, she saw the signs, and her parents as well, she was so happy in that day when she noticed the signs, she was in some kind of trace called euphoria by some. She liked to stay all the long day in the garden, they years passed over her in that garden, she became a young lady full of hopes, once she will arrive at Beauxbatons. She always kept some hopes hidden inside her. Julia found very interesting the right wing of the manor she was living in, she liked to explore the house every day, because it was full of magic and she was discovering new things every day, things that fascinated her a lot. One thing marked her personality forever, one day, when she was exploring the house she discovered something quite shocking for a young lady.

It was a great surprise for her, she always feared a werewolf and she discovered one in the attic which was ready to devour her in a cruel way, but the girl had been rescued by one of her cousins which was following her, to discover some of her secrets. The fact that she didn't know about the existence of a werewolf in the house made her somehow to carry some hate for her relatives. Julia could have died in that day, but she was, once again a girl which had again some luck. The girl always thought that the luck was something which was not fitting her very well, which is why when she was just six years old, she didn’t believe that her cousin escaped from being bitten by a werewolf by luck, it was impossible for her to believe that but the things have changed. Her family was and still is a fan of Dark Arts which explains a lot of things including the werewolf from the attic. Julia was a new girl from that moment, but still, she did believe in luck starting with that moment but she continued to be very cold with her family. After all anybody could guess that the girl knew she wasn’t going to have affection from her parents which is why she always spent the day hiding from them, she was not aware of the fact that her parents were living a trauma, she was being selfish and she was seeing the world through her own eyes. She liked to read very much, she spent some fair amount of time in the library too, she loved to absorb the information.

Julia lived always with fears but she was very pleased when she knew that she was going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, the place where she always wanted to go, she had never ever wanted to have friends, but she had always wished to have some, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic was one of her favourites places, and she knew it, she had seen pictures of it, because of her cousins who wanted to tease her in some way or another, but they didn’t know that she didn’t care about what they were saying, she always wanted to change the history, her history.

Personality:

Julia is not just a simple witch, as usually she was thought to be, she always liked to read a lot. Shy was the word which was not fitting her, it was true that she liked to be considered apart, and that she didn’t like to interact with people to much. The girl had a lot of moods, but when she really wanted she could fake a sweetness, that you could not believe. She was forced in various circumstances to fake to be very sweet, but one thing was for sure, Julia was very polite even when she was in some bad moods and she used to spend a lot of time in the library, and maybe, the first thing she will do once she is settled at Beauxbatons, she will search the library to read some more interesting things she didn’t discover yet. Julia is a cunning person, she could lie very easily to save her own skin, she is not that affectionate, not even with her family members, not even with anyone, the girl doesn’t have friends, but she wishes very much to have some, maybe to see them as her equals maybe not, she does things because she is forced to.

She doesn’t mind to be different, she feels quite happy about it. She had never tried to change things at herself, she tried to be proud with what she had. Sociable, she always tried to be but the circumstances made the things to develop her personality in a different way, she was somehow trying to hide from people. Maybe that was not good, but two or three good friends she always wanted to have, maybe she will. Julia always felt the exasperate need to escape from her “parents’ grasp”, Julia wanted to be free, to do what she always wanted to do, she wanted to make sure that she will ascend during her stay at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Julia was very ambitious, she always wanted to do things in her own way, that was the purpose she wanted to go at Beauxbatons so badly, maybe she wanted to socialize a little bit too. She wanted to gain affection, she wanted to know if she will manage to get some at Beauxbatons. Julia closed her eyes in front of many things, but she was no longer available to do such a thing, she wanted to gain power through the magic.

Sample RP:

Such a beautiful day, Julia was sitting in the garden as she always does. With a book in her hands she was enjoying the warm day. It was pure luck surrounding her, she wished last night to be sunny and it really happened to be like she wanted to do. Julia felt more relaxed than the previous day, it seemed that her parents calmed down a little bit, she was very pleased that they had chosen to ignore her in that day, seeing that she could learn magic by her own. She had the appropriate age to learn it, she had no doubt about it and for the first time in her life, Julia was happy that she was not forced to speak to anyone. She isolated herself in the back of the garden with the hope that she isn’t going to be disturbed, and until that moment it seemed that her wish became true. Her brown eyes were sparkling for and unknown reason. Maybe she will discover something new in that day, maybe she will because she always feels it inside her chest, her heart was always pounding of anxiety.

Her hands were trembling, she was almost going to let go of the books she was holding so tightly three minutes ago. Julia smiled for herself, she knew that she could not smile for someone in particular, she knew that she had to have a lot of courage to do such a thing and she was not ready to socialize with people. The nature was surrounding her and made her imagine a lot of things maybe surreal things, that made her dream all the long day. A question was always present in her mind. How it’s going to be at Beauxbatons?”, that was the question which made her to have sleepless nights from the moment she received her letter of acceptance, it was weird for a young witch which had grown up surrounded by magic to be that anxious, she wanted to escape from the house she was living in, she knew that she had to in order to be herself that was the most important thing, her major priority in that moment. She had a lot of priorities in her mind in that moment, but she didn’t know the exact order because of the anxiety she was living in.

The girl took a deep breathe and then she continued to stare at a tree which had no value for her. Magic had a lot of value inside her soul which is why she wanted to perform magic in different ways than other did and still do. Being thirsty of power made her very uncommon for a young girl of her age. The paragraphs from the book she was holding had became very precious in that moment, those paragraphs were the only escape she had in that moment, she needed to focus on something and she was lucky that she liked so much to read books. The books gave her the information she needed to raise to power. Maybe Julia was like that because she had no affection from her parents, she always saw them very serious, they were very serious in all the things they were doing, she knew that she had to be serious too, it was a time when she tried to copy her parents, but recently she had realized that she was going to make a terrible mistake if she continued with the plan of copying them. They gave her a smile only once, on her birthday if she does remember correctly. Her fluffy hair was carried by the wind. She liked the sensation more than ever, and she wanted to feel it eternally.

Your style of writing is very confusion. You have a LOT of fragment sentences and comma splices. Also, you dont vary the beginning of your sentences very much. It was always "She...she...she...she..." everywhere. Try at least to get rid of some of the comma splices and fragments.

Also, a werewolf in the attic? You dont explain how it got there, or why it is there.

Changed. I hope it is better.

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