Sorting (Term Eleven)

[larabernard]

First Name:

lara-lynn

Last Name:

bernard

Age:

fifteen

Appearance:

clickie

History:

Lara was born into a family with no problems at all. Or at least, that's what she thought. Ever since she was a baby, lara has been lied to about her family history. She grew up with her 'parents' - who are actually her adoptive parents - and her older 'brother' Benjamin. She thought she would have a good life after going home with the kind lady. So much for that.

Her parents actually abandoned her on october thirty-first, the day of her birth, in a near-by shelter where a caring mother immediately picked her up along with a boy who looked a lot like her but was older. The lady, who was named Eloise, took them home to a drunken father who hated Lara the day he set eyes on her. He only wanted a boy, a boy and that's it but Eloise wanted a girl.

A few years later, when Lara turned five and Benjamin turned ten, their father Poitier had grown to be very abusive towards Lara. Eloise couldn't stand his drunken-self anymore so she fled to a shelter and stayed with the kids. When Benjamin turned eleven, the family of three who were now living in a small house, received a strange visitor who asked Benjamin to perform some 'magic' and if he succeeded, he would be accepted into a school for other beings with that power. He did and Eloise was left alone with Lara. Until five years later..

The strange visitor came again and was asking questions about things that had been happening to Lara over the five years since and Eloise told him everything. Lara had been performing unexplainable acts at school, such as when she was running from bullies she ended up on the school roof. Her mother took her out of school at the age of 8 and home schooled her from then on. The stranger then turned on Lara and asked her to try to perform some of the tricks so she did. She closed her eyes and begged for her cat to appear silently and when she opened them, snookers was sitting in her lap, sound asleep.

And that's how she ended up in france, applying for a school of magical beings and hoping for the chance to enjoy the rest of her life. Hopefully.

Personality:

likes

* reading/studying
* being active (in sports and the like)
* learning new things
* exploring
* being with people she loves
* singing and dancing

dislikes

* laziness
* her adoptive father
* spiders -shudders-
* snobs
* liars
* drunks

Lara is one of those girls that if you befriend her, you'll be stuck with her for life, as she's very loyal. She sticks to what she starts and doesn't give up until she's finished completely in her point of view. She finds that if you're a quitter once, then you'll never be able to complete anything in your life completely, so she has never quit on anything. Lara is also the best friend you could have. She is trustworthy, honest, and will take your secret to the after life with her if you want her too.

Another thing about her, she is very blunt and extremely outgoing. She will tend to make friends with anyone and everything, no matter your lineage, as long as you seem to be a good friend. Lara is one to tell you everything straight up, no matter how hurtful it is, as she had always gone by on the belief "You shouldn't think it, if you're not going to say it. If you do, then it's a sin." She does look like a very innocent girl to begin with, but once she opens her mouth, you'll find out just how brutally honest she is. Don't get her wrong, she's very respectful towards people, but if you don't respect her back, she suggests you not talk to her.

To go along with that very blunt nature of hers, she's also very stubborn. Lara will fight 'til she's blue in the face to prove her point and won't ever back down from an argument. Also, she has quite the temper. With the temper of a French woman, you've got a raging bull who's been 'torreyed' too much. She doesn't loose her temper very much but when she does, nothing and no one stand in her way once she's broke loose. And no matter who you are, you'll be scorned to death. Quite literately, if you do something extremely horrid.

But then again, most of the time, Lara is a fun, hilarious, very nice person to hang out with. She loves to be adventurous and loves to be around people so when you hang out with her, get ready for an adventure if she's in the mood. If you're ever in a bad mood, Lara is the person to go to as she'll surely cheer you up in seconds with her jokes, sarcasm and comforting suggestions and such. She loves to help people with their problems and thinks that everyone should always be smiling, no matter the weather outside or in. Along with her being so active, she loves to dance and sing at the tops of her lungs for fun and it's a bonus that she's quite good at both of them.

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Sample RP:

Clear your mind and put up a wall. That thought was the only thought contained in her mind as she navigated through the crowds by herself. The reason she was doing this was to protect herself from any spell and to make sure she was completely alert of everything around her. Her wand was safely tucked up her sleeve and with a quick flick of her wrist, she would have it in her hand. As she tried to approach the next store she needed to enter, she was shoved hard and stumbled but caught herself. Turning around, she looked up into the cold eyes of a face she wished wasn't familiar. Clear your mind! Quick!

"Hello, dear Lara," said the low voice, almost at a growl. "I do hope you have time for a drink?" Lara kept her cool and shook her head, smiling. "No thank you, Herald, I'm quite busy. Thanks though. Bye," she said kindly, and spun quickly on her heel, navigating through the crowd as fast as she could to get away from her cousin fast. She felt him trying to pry into her mind but her brick wall was too large for his small fists to break and he stopped quickly. Lara went for the nearest exit and found herself staring down the long, dark Knockturn Alley.

Still keeping her mind blocked, she slid the hood of her cloak up and hitched up her scarf, so as no one could see her face. The only thing visible was her ocean blue eyes which pierced each glance she received from the occupants in Knockturn. Lara navigated through the Alley, hurrying to her destination, Borgin and Burkes. The only reason she felt safe going there was because her cousin, Jeremiah, worked there a few times a week and she was hoping that today was one of those few. As she looked up at the sign of Borgin and Burkes, she felt a tingling sensation on the back of her neck and knew someone was watching her from behind. Carefully having her wand ready, she turned slowly to face someone she really didn't expect to see there.

"Father?" she asked carefully, narrowing her eyes at him. He nodded and swept his hand through the air, grabbing hold of her own. With one fluid motion, he turned and apparated. Lara felt that horrible squeezing sensation, like a giant had wrapped their hand around her and squeezed tight, then all of a sudden hit fresh air. Biting her lip hard, she walked with her father in silence, awaiting the lecture she would surely get once then reached home.

Must be Cossu

[ammon]

First Name:

Last Name:

Age:

Appearance:

History:

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Sample RP:

[/b] He asked keeping his tone as normal as possible as he spoke. It wouldn't do good to falter and let his thoughts show through his words. He had more training then that.

The boy sighed and brought his arms to his side as he let his shoulders dropped. Ammon was getting annoyed again, he didn't want the other to ignore him not while he was trying at least. "It wouldn't change what you did" His brother answered after a moment that seemed much too long. He still stared forward and Ammon's focus was still on his side profile. "But... if you want to feel better then I could forgive you" He finished quietly and drummed his fingers against the stone. Ammon raised an eyebrow in question as he couldn't help the feeling that he was insulted and he didn't know how to respond. He didn't need to feel better, he didn't feel guilty about anything. He was just curious on the others thoughts but now he felt as if his brother tried to confuse him. So he sighed and pressed against the ground as he stood up.

"You're being annoying Tashida" He said and slipped his hands into his pockets. Still the other stared forward as if the words didn't affect him at all and Ammon felt angry. What could possibly be so interesting to capture all of the boy's attention that he would completely ignore him. "If you ask me to forgive you then I will" The boy answered much quicker this time and Ammon could barely see his lips move from where he stood. His eyes narrowed in anger as his quick temper already started to flare. He didn't ask anyone for anything, ever. "You are below me" He spoke scornfully and let his words become tainted with the anger that he now he felt. He waited for a visible reaction and saw none, he hated how the boy was always so calm no matter the situation. That was about the one thing that he was never able to succeed in.

"You're acting needy Ammon" The boy answered and the air felt silent once again. He was surprised and offended and didn't know how to respond. He wasn't being needy, that wasn't possible because he didn't need anyone. Still hearing that affected him more then he thought possible and unlike his brother he didn't have the skill to mask away his thoughts. "I will make you hang yourself on this roof" He spoke the words before he could filter them. Nothing else came to mind but a threat, one that he knew that he couldn't ever follow through with no matter how bad he wanted to. His brother stayed quiet and again the words didn't seem to affect him. Ammon gritted his teeth and his hand clenched at his side as he fought the urge to scream at the boy to answer him. With a sigh he admitted to the silent defeat and turned to walk away. [/ul] [/size]

Must be Sournois

[comexhither]

First Name: Patrick

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Last Name: Brennan[/font]

Age: fifteen[/font]

Appearance:[/font]



History:
Patrick Brennan is the second oldest child of James and Yves Brennan, who have three children total. The eldest, Ichabod, is nineteen years old. Patrick is a lot like him when it comes to personality, being that Patrick looked up to his older brother when younger, and fashioned a lot of his own oppinions after his brothers'. The next in the line of children is Patrick, followed by his twin sister, Ava. Ava is younger than Patrick by seven minutes, and is a lot different. The two have always gotten along just fine, but their personalities are pretty much just the opposite.

The Brennans are a pureblood family for the most part, with some other blood married in. The family has lived in France for the last ten years, in both Paris and Toulouse. Before moving to France, they lived in Amsterdam, in the Netherlands. They moved to France after constant hinting from Mrs. Brennan, who wanted to live in a place much more fashionable. Yves also grew up in France and wanted for her children to attend the school that she herself went to as a child.

Patrick's parents are interesting folk. His father, James, is a somewhat mysterious man. Patrick has no idea what his father does for a living, and only knows that his father keeps the family wealthy, even though a lot of that money is family money from inheritance. His father does not do any sort of dealings with shadey people, that much Patrick does know. His father isn't the snooty, evil sort. That would be more so Patrick's mother.

Yves Brennan is very proud of who she is. She is extremely beautiful, and is extremely aware of it. She is the one who brought up the children mostly, since James Brennan was often out of the house when they were living in Amsterdam. Now that they live in Paris however, he is around more. Even so, the few years that the children spent mostly with Yves have been enough to shape their perspective of the world and of people. Though people always change and eventually learn to develop an oppinion other than that of their parents.
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Personality:
Growing up with parents that regard themselves as better than most people tends to warp the views of their offspring, which is no different in Patrick's case.

Patrick is commonly thought of as an ass, and most of the time it is very true. He is not the sort of person who is easily trusting, so the people that he thinks of as friends are people that he has known for quite a while. He doesn't think that he needs to change himself to be accepted by anyone, which means that he doesn't go out of his way to be someone's friend or to fit into someone's clique. He lets other people persue a friendship because being friends with every person that he meets isn't his priority. If someone cares enough to be his friend, they'll make it known and he sees and aknowledges the effort. Usually the people that don't try hard are only wanting to know him for his wealth and blood status. Or so he thinks.

He is quiet for the most part, but not because he has nothing to say, he just thinks that a lot of what he could say would be wasted on most people. After living around people who just didn't understand his oppinions, he decided that he was through wasting his time on trying to get through to people. The people that he doesn't care for, he just doesn't speak to, because he doesn't want to waste his breath. However, if someone brings Patrick into a situation that he doesn't want to be in, he has no problems speaking up, and can be quite vicious in order to get himself back out again.

He is not all bad, however. Once someone he sees someone as a friend, he will be completely loyal to them. He will stand up for a friend of his that is going through a hard time, but he doesn't usually need to since most of the people that he calls friends are ones that have attitudes of their own and can handle being in sticky situations, for they know how to deal with people themselves.
Once trust has been established between someone, Patrick is polite, speaks without a negative tone, and has no problems with being social; he just doesn't like conversing with people that he doesn't relate too.

Patrick's attitude can become better depending on the day, and occasionally he will start a conversation with someone he is sitting next to, but it doesn't happen all of the time. Most people will talk to their classmates just to be polite, or to break an awkward silence, but to Patrick there is no such thing as an uncomfortable silence. If he speaks, it's because he wants to. He never feels like he has to say anything.

When it comes to girlfriends, Patrick likes to make sure that they're happy, but it can be difficult for him. He doesn't particularly believe in the sort of love that people die for, but it's because all of the girls that he has been in relationships with, or most of them anyway, have only liked him because of his wealth and blood status. Those two things always seem to be the deciding factor in any sort of relationship for him, whether it's a lover or just a friend. Once he finds out that someone likes him for his money there is no chance of a relationship. He has had a few good relationships, but when they ended...it just made his disposition even worse.

Even though he tends to be un-aproachable, Patrick tries not to be a complete jerk. He doesn't ignore people who go out of their way to ask him a question, or try to talk to him. The thing is, if he doesn't know the person, his response is most likely going to be more so on the negative side, or extremely blunt. Or both.

His personality is always changing however. No one stays the same for their entire lifetime. [/font]

Sample RP:
Patrick was sitting in his seat, looking out of the window of the classroom that he was currently seated in, occasionaly glancing up at the clock. Ten more minutes, and he was free. He had been sitting in the hard wooden chair for the past hour, next to this boy who was extremely fidgety. Patrick had been spending most of the class time trying to ignore the boy and his constant muttering, scribbling, and sweating. Next time...I swear, I will be alone at the damn table.
Clearing his throat in a suggestive manner, Patrick shifted in his seat, putting his head in his hand so that he could block out his peripheral vision and wouldn't have to look at the kid anymore. It wasn't that Patrick was a jerk on a daily basis, but after seeing the twitching boy look at him almost every minute, on the minute, for the past hour, Patrick wanted to pretend he wasn't being stared at.

The teacher was up at the front of the room, using her wand to write something upon the blackboard. The writing was a nice gold colour, and in neat cursive. Patrick watched as the words continued to form upon the smooth black surface, and reached out for his notebook, which was sitting in the upper right hand corner of the two person desk. Luckily for him, he had brought a self inking quill. The sometimes violent twitches of the boy sitting next to him would have most likely knocked over an ink vial, and the expensive ink on his even more expensive clothes would just not have suited. At that moment he decided to always have a self inking quill on hand, just in case he ever ran into this sort of problem again.

He wrote his notes quickly and neatly across the fresh, white paper, blowing across it gently so that the ink would dry at a quicker pace. The teacher looked like she was just about to finishe up, so he figured that it was safe to start putting his things away. His bag was slung over the back of his chair, as he had decided against leaving it upon the ground for someone to step on. He did not entirely trust that the demise of his property was impossible, so he decided to play things safe.

Swiping his finger lightly across the page to determine whether or not the ink was dry, and seeing that it was, Patrick closed up the notebook and placed it inside his bag, along with his other books. He desperately wanted to get out of this class for two reasons. One: So that he no longer had to be within two feet of the person sitting next to him that minute. And two: so that he could go back to his dorm room and search for that package that his mother claimed to have put in his suitcase before he had set off for school. It was a rather important object that she had wrapped up and placed with his other belongings, and he had not seen it when he'd first ruffled through his luggage. It was starting to put the boy a little on edge.

Ugh. Five more minutes...
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Must be Sournois

[b]

FIRST NAME: Brooklyn

LAST NAME: Bianchi

AGE: 16

APPEARANCE:


HISTORY: Brooke comes from Italy. She was born in Rome, but her dad was part French. Her mother was one part veela, and one part witch. Her father is with 'pure blood'. His line no longer holds his grandparents proud line of pure blooded men, so Brooke is pretty much cut off from that side of her grandparents, for both being half blood, and for being a girl. Her mothers side parents seen the 'sacrifice' that he had made, and love Brooke more than anything in the world. They spoil her, at least. When Brooke was five, her mother was in a tragic accident.

Brooke doesn't know what happened to her mother, nor does she want to find out. Maybe she was in a simple muggle car accident and had no wand to save it from her. Maybe she was murdered in the dead of the night by her fathers psycho parents in some crazy attempt to fix their line. The possibility of this is really low, honestly. Brooke just has a wild imagination that needs to be tamed. So she has lived with her father in Rome for a while, but he was from France. Did he really want to stay there? Brooke wasn't old enough to make a lot of friends, so she would be able to live with moving away. Today, she doesn't even remember living in Italy.

Her father, Bruno, had changed her last name to Bianchi for the sake of his late wife. Her line can go on. For five years, it was just Bruno and Brooke.They were happy for the time being, but Bruno felt that Brooke needed a woman in her life. He thought she was blooming wonderfully, but saw that she was a bit tom boyish. He married.

He married a woman who he thought was a bit glamorous, just enough for Brooke. They were already married when he introduced Brooke to this girl. She was twenty-one, and had a two year old baby boy. Bruno was 31. Brooke was 10. You might think 'oh, a Cinderella type story', but its really not. The woman, Inès, was a rather loving, caring lady. Brooke thought she was to young to be her mother, but they got along eventually, and they become more like sisters than step mother and step daughter.

PERSONALITY: Brooke has a kind soul. She tries hard to be nice to others, and will say anything to boost another persons self esteem. She'll even feed an overly full ego. She is always full of compliments, and she does it without lying. She can see good in everyone. This makes her blind to the bad side of people. If she met someone and thought they were talented, she would be unprepared if they were to hurt her. She is not really that sensitive, but what people think of her can be a bit too important to her. She wants people to like her. Thats all she really wants.

So other than just being kind hearted, Brooke is one who likes to explore. She yearns to do the traditional travel around the world after she has finished school. She wants to see everything, and to try everything once. She isn't really one someone would call brave, but no one would ever call her a chicken. She likes to stand out, she likes to be happy, and she likes to make others happy. It is what she strives for. Happiness, for herself, for others, for anyone. She'll do whatever it takes.

Brooke can also be irresponsible. She acts like a child, and never really took the time to grow up. She isn't really shy, and doesn't look to the consequences of what she does. She tends makes a lot of mistakes in her life, and she tends to just let them slide. They are her problems, and she refuses to deal with them. She'd never realize how bad such things can turn out. As said before, Brooke just doesnt notice things in her ignorance.

RP SAMPLE:

WIP

[channingc]

First Name: Channing

Last Name: Chevalier

Age: 16

Appearance:

Channing stands at 5'11" and weighs around 170 lbs. He tends to wear comfortable, yet unique clothing marked with signs of wear. His favorite has splatters of paint along the sleeves, a result of spending too many hours in the art studio his parents built for him.

History:
Channing is the oldest of pure bloods Ulrich and Isolde Chevaliers' four children. Born in Madrid, Spain, during one of his parents' many explorations of countries other than their own (France), Channing has grown to love travel. He has visited countries so poor that the water is scarce and undrinkable as well as countries with some of the most exotic foods and traditions this world has to offer. It is arguable that Channing has spent more time in other countries than he has his own, which is perhaps why his parents thought it proper to send him to the respectable French school Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Because of his family's constant holidays in the Americas and Asia, Channing has had trouble forming long lasting friendships. He has many acquaintances, but none who have earned his trust. This may be a reason why his oldest sister, the second child of the Chevalier house, Isabelle, is his best friend. Channing confides everything in Isabelle, as she knows him better than anyone else. When in new countries where they know no one, they keep each other company and go to find company with others while still remaining together. Their brotherhood is unshakable. Isabelle was at Channing's side, comforting him, when he accidentally set their father's favorite arm chair afire after a horrible argument. Likewise, Channing protected his sister when their mother had a bit too much to drink and thought a wise comment from Isabelle deserved a blow to the face.

Aside from his sister, the only other comfort Channing ever found is art. Charcoal is his passion, but he also takes on welding and painting to express his thoughts. When he was feeling rebellious and thought a work he had done was worth attention, he would join a muggle art competition. He won at times, but winning was not why he participated in the competitions. He wished to display his art to the public, to see how others felt about his work; and he also loved to see the work of others, to see what he minds of others reflected. Of course, whenever his parents found out about his art competitions, he experienced some conversations he would rather never share, but it was all worth it.

Personality:
Channing is extremely loyal to those he loves. He would do anything for his siblings and the few friends he has short of killing someone for them. At the same time, if he has not yet deemed someone worthy of his friendship, he will not be loyal to them. To Channing, acquaintances are best when not vexed, but he will not go out of his way to protect them or their feelings. Loyalty is to be earned in Channing's eyes, and he does not willing give respect without someone earning it.

Channing is also very honest. He has come to realize honesty is the most important aspect of a relationship. He has experienced relationships where others did not know their place and the relationship later ended badly. Though Channing is always honest, he does not give up too much information. Too much information is damaging to some and everything is not to be known by everyone.

Sample RP:
Channing stood in front of a blank canvas, imagining all the ways he could properly express his sister artistically. Isabelle had come into his art studio not a week before asking if he would paint her. When Channing inquired why, Isa had replied, "For the far wall in my room. It needs color and you are the only person I know who will paint colorfully, yet still do me justice." A compliment while asking for a favor. That was Isa's style, and she almost always got what she wanted.

This painting was not an exception. He pictured the way he could express the contours of her nose and the dimples in her cheeks. He could not decide which facial expression she should have in the painting. Perhaps a simple smile would do, but laughter would work as well. Laughter would be much harder to capture on canvas, but he could do it. He had lived with Isabelle since she was born, fourteen years ago. Surely laughter would not be that hard to paint since he had seen her face and witnessed her laugh for so many years. Even if he couldn't get her face just right, there had to be a spell that would allow him to get it right.

Cautiously and carefully he placed the first stroke on the canvas. Amazingly so, even the first bit of paint on the page looked beautiful. As he continued on in the painting, his best skills were showing themselves making one of his best paintings, and rightfully so. His sister was one of the few people who would never betray him and would always stand by him. She deserved the best he could give, and this painting was definitely going to be the best he could give her.

Must be Rouerie

[skullncross]

First Name:
Amélie
Last Name:
Aurore
Age:
16
Appearance:
Quite short at only five foot two, but very beautiful with long, blonde hair and blue eyes from her veela heritage.

History:
Amélie was born in Cannes, France to Alexandrie (a part-Veela witch) and Scott (a pure-blooded wizard with Veela ancestors) Aurore on February 14th. She lived Cannes until she was seven years old, when her father died from a werewolf attack. Amélie, her mother, and her three years older brother, Dan moved to Westminster, London, England, to get away from all the pain and mourning in England.

Dan started Hogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor, as was Amélie when she started two years later, but when Amélie was nearing the end of her fifth year, and her brother's seventh and final year, their mother died of a severe snake bite on her job as an Auror. As Amélie and Dan found out at her funeral, their parents had both been members of the Order of the Phoenix. As Dan was now legal, they decided to move to England where Dan joined the French Ministry of Magic and became an Auror, while Amélie started at Beauxbaton's Acadamy of Magic. They moved back into their old house in Cannes where a Muggle had bought it (Dan paid them off to move to the capital, Paris.) Amélie is now starting at Beauxbatons Acadamy of Magic, which is much more her style than Hogwarts was.
Personality:
Amélie has always been beautiful and entrancing, as that is in her character, her being a Veela. She's had her fair share of admirers, but lets them down easy when she isn't interested. It's not in her nature to be cruel or mean, but she does have a very ill-tempered temper. She's always loved animals and flying and just basically the outdoors, as she is a very adventurous person. Amélie can be very reckless at times, and sometimes just doesn't know when to stop talking.

She treats her friends as her family, and would die for them, and adores her brother, all though they do have their arguments like any other brother or sister. She's admitedly very clever (the Sorting Hat at Hogwarts considered putting her in Ravenclaw) and excels in Quidditch as a Chaser. Her biggest flaw is probably that she lacks confidence when meeting new people and, at times, can be very vain when around her closest friends and family, despite loving adventures.
Sample RP:

Amélie rolled her eyes as her brother, Dan, fussed about her, demanding that she wrote to him if she needed anything at all, and if any boys were bothering her. Sometimes he seemed to forget just how old she really was.

'I'm sixteen, Dan!' she moaned, flicking his forehead as she walked past him, opening the kitchen cupboard and pulling out a Chocolate Frog and stuffing it into her bag. 'It's for the journey!' she said defensively, as he raised his eyebrows at her. She moaned again.

'I never thought I'd have to go through this again! I mean, you know making friends isn't my biggest strength. Mom always thought you were her little social angel.' Dan laughed.

'Yeah, but she also called me her little ugly angel,' Amélie rolled her eyes, flicking her hair and looking instantly plastic. 'Only because I'm such a beautiful little girl, you idiot! I don't think you realize just how pretty she thought - no, wait, knew - I was.' She gave him a mocking smile and darted around him to the cupboard, this time pulling out a bag of Muggle sweets she'd taken a liking to on a summer trip to Italy.

'What?' Amélie asked, throwing them into her bag too. 'I've never been to Beauxbatons, for all you and I know, they could starve me!' Dan tutted loudly, chucking her another bag of sweets all the same. Amélie smiled - it was easy to get around her brother.

'Yeah, but you hardly eat anything other than sweets anyway,' Dan said. 'Mom'd kill me if she knew that I let you eat what you want. She was always trying to get you to eat some heavy English food.' Amélie rolled her eyes again.

'I know, but English food really is heavy. And I know, I know sweets are hardly better, but who cares, they taste good,' she grinned at Dan, opened a bag and threw him one. 'I'm just getting started,' she said sweetly, causing Dan to snort with laughter and growl when he checked his watch.

'We're going to be late,' Dan complained, showing Amélie his watch.

'Honestly, you're like a little kid sometimes,' Amélie said in a hushed voice. Not that she minded, of course, she adored her brother. 'Anyone would think I was in charge, not you, Daniel! Some old Muggle woman actually asked me the other day if you were mentally retarded!'

Dan laughed and glanced back at Amélie, biting his lip. 'Honestly, Amy, we're going to be late...'

'Oh who cares?' Amélie said dismisivelly, although to tell the truth, she was terrified. She would have normally yelled at her brother for calling her Amy - a common British name in her opinion - but that didn't really seem to matter now. Butterflys suddenly swamped her stomach and she shoved her sweets into her bag, instantly terrified all over again.

I still don't quite see how she can be self-conscious and vain at the same time, but I suppose that some people are contradictory in that way.

Must be Cossu

[sweetsilvermoon]

First Name:Crystal
Last Name: Adorpheus
Age: 17
Appearance:To describe the beauty of an finely cut polished diamond would be impossible and that is the reason why when the sole heir of the Adorpheus bloodline was named Crystal, representing her beauty and innocence.Crystal grew up into a beautiful young women, her dark black hair that fell unto her slender shoulders, her Gray eyes that seemed to change color like a crystal in light.Short tempered and despite appearing to be fragile Crystal is extremely strong and powerful.
Crystal is tall and slender, with golden skin and arched eye brows make her look beautiful and fierce.She has a sharp nose and small red lips.
History: Crystal is the only child from the very powerful Adorpheus family, a vampire ruling clan who were initially a pure blood clan who were turned into vampires. The cruelty and stringent strictness adopted by the family gave Theasus Adorpheius an unhappy childhood who grew into a brooding and reckless teenager. Constantly compared to his older and more successful brother Theasus ran away from home to be a trained assassin, his top mission was to kill princess Persophonia, a pure blood princess. However when he saw Persophenia he fell in love with her and instead of killing her married her. Due to the tragic death of his older brother Theasus was asked to return and rule his kingdom after marrying Cora, another vampire princess.However breaking old tradition Theasus brought his wife home and lived and ruled the kingdom providing a good and healthy environment for his only daughter and apple of his eye Crystal
Personality:Crystal is well known for her short temper, her eyes that seem to change color according to her mood.Being born and brought up in a royal family Crystal acts like a princess that she is.It creates some amount of resentment among her peers that Crystal seems haughty and arrogant most of the time.Crystal is a harsh judge of character and once judged never bothers to change her opinion.She choses her friends with great care and never forgives betrayal.She has also a different side to her that she is sensitive and kind, she treats her friends with respect and goes to great lengths to protect the ones that she loves.She loves playing the flute and also sketching.She also writes beautiful poetry that seems sad like her tunes almost as though there is some kind of deep misunderstood sadness that no one seems to understand.
Sample RP: The sun was casting various shadows on her living room as Crystal walked around her feet making no sound against the carpet.The window curtain was drawn and outside she could see the spring flowers and the bright golden sunlight.Being a half vampire she neither inherited the extreme blood lust, the pale complexion or the hatred to sunlight.
Her slender fingers were still wrapped around the piece of parchment that she had received, her letter to Beuxbaton.As a princess she was taught that her face should never reveal the matters of the heart and yet the beautiful later with the curvy writing caused her to smile.
She had a lovely home, true. Her kind and gentle mother and her loving and strict father, it was impossible not to feel a little bit lonely staying at home with only her maids for company.And having people around always to wait upon her made her know that she was growing a bit haughty.This was her chance, her chance to explore and stand up on her on not in the shadows of her parents glory.With these pleasant thoughts she made her way to dinner.

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[lucien watson]

First Name:

Lucien

Last Name:

Watson

Age:

17

Appearance:



History:

Lucien Watson was born on the 6th of March 1991 to successful businessman and entrepreneur Vincenzo Ferraro who was human, and Amelia Watson a witch in Florence, Italy. Amelia and Vincenzo tried to provide their son with a ‘normal’ life. Amelia stopped using magic, and largely isolated herself from the magical community. Amelia who had studied law helped to provide legal advice for Vincenzo’s company, however quit after Lucien was born. Lucien spent 12 years in Italy. Spending most summers in France.

Till he was about 12 Amelia took care of her son, even though her work as a lawyer was practically important in her life. After Amelia was certain that Lucien had grown up, and could take care of most things on his own, she went back to work. Her being a lawyer to Vincenzo, took her all around the world. Lucien didn’t see both his parents all that much; he spent most of his childhood with his older Brother Azrael. After Amelia was moved to the French sector of Vincenzo Ferraro’s company, she took Lucien and Azrael with her. Lucien off course did not speak French even though he had spent most of his summers in Paris, all he knew was French profanity. He did not want to leave Italy he had an extremely comfortable life there. He was a 12 year old kid with lots of friends and countless toys and games to keep himself occupied, he also had an excellent tutor who gave him chocolate and lollies when he got answers right. Even though he spent lots of time overseas, he had a bond with Florence, and he couldn’t just leave it behind.

Even with his protest, his mother’s mind was made up. He would travel with her to Paris, France. His mother called it the city of love. He had always preferred Venice.

He lived in a hotel suite in Paris with his Brother but Azrael left for the UK after being accepted into university, Lucien learned later that Azrael never attended magic. And once again Lucien was alone, although his mother had promised that they would see more of one another, there was no difference. It was exactly the same as it was in Italy. He only got to see his mother on rare occasions, and at night, when she got home mostly during early morning hours. Lucien was stubborn, and to show his resistance and wanting to return to Italy, he refused to learn or speak French. He spoke Italian instead. His resistance came to no avail.

Lucien had plenty of time to kill in Paris, he was home schooled (he had been homeschooled so that if he used his magic accidently then it wouldn’t be public or harm anyone) by a stern tutor, and often stepped out of the house when it was time to study. By the age of 16 his mother, who had become fed up with his behaviour, and attitude, sent poor Lucien to a private school. But Amelia had an agenda. She had noticed a substantial change in Lucien. She realised that his magic was developing. She could no longer shield him from magic. The only real school that he had attended was preschool, and now it seemed like he had just skipped a giant step. Lucien was reluctant to go to school but he couldn’t say no to his mother. He was really close to his mother, that’s why he had chosen her last name instead of his fathers.

Lucien’s mother had explained to him as a child what he was, but he had never fully grasped it. Never really believed it and now the world of magic was being forced upon him.

Personality:

Narcissistic, manipulative and pretentious are probably the best ways to describe Lucien. But he does have a more affectionate side to him. He just doesn’t show it that often. Many people would not befriend Lucien, but surprisingly his attributes has not deterred people away from him. Every person he has met has done everything in their power to either get into his pants or to get into his circle of friends. Obviously this is not due to his winning personality. Lucien is wealthy and his father is powerful everyone knows it. He likes to use this as an advantage, especially to get what he wants.


Lucien is very attractive and he knows it, he uses his charm to get girls. He is definitely a player; however he is trying to change. But changing who he is proved more difficult than he had previously anticipated, nevertheless he is still trying with no progress. Lucien has never had one girlfriend; he has had many at one time. What made him want to change was his brother, when Azrael his brother found out about the way he treated people and the way he lived, he hit him. Azrael was the one with all the morals, virtues and respect. Although Lucien had fought with his brother, violently as a child, when Azrael hit him it was the first time in years. It was like an epiphany.


Lucien is very determined; it is definitely one of his strengths although he doesn’t use it often due to a severe case of laziness. When he wants something, he will fight for it until he gets it, or achieves it. His determination is probably the one thing other than his looks that he is proud of about himself. Not that he hates his other attributes, certainly not; his family are the only people that he loves more than himself. But the things inside him that contributed to the choices that he had made, that got him to where he is now, he dislikes.


Lucien can be eccentric; he sometimes shows signs of being bipolar, he has terrible mood swings, but this is mostly brought on by his selfish personality. He can be perfectly happy, and in a moment his mood could completely change to irritation or anger. The trigger could be as simple as someone not agreeing with him, or things not going the way he planned. He can also be vengeful, but through all his terrible afflictions he is trying to change into a better person.


Sample RP:

“I didn’t do it” lying came easily to Lucien; it was second nature to him. His father Vincenzo was holding up a half smashed liquor bottle, and on his free hand he was sporting a new bloody gash. Lucien guessed it was from the broken bottle. Vincenzo stared at his son for a moment; time seemed to have stopped for Lucien. The look on his father’s face made anger swell inside his gut. Lucien swore under his breath in Italian, why couldn’t his father ever believe him? Even though he was lying why couldn’t he just for once believe him? Lucien knew that it was completely illogical to think the way he did, but sometimes it would be nice just to see, even a fleeting glimpse of faith in his father’s eyes. However, like always his father’s blue eyes which Lucien had inherited were always hard, and cold. Impassive even.

“Lucien” His father looked at him like he was 5 years old and continued “don’t lie to me, who else could have done it?” Lucien didn’t respond, he was too preoccupied with the window behind his father’s head. The sun was about to lick the earth’s floor, as it set. The sky was auburn, with a hint of grey. It looked rather beautiful. His attention went back to his father after Vincenzo’s aggravation penetrated through Lucien’s body. His eyes looked into his father’s “Magic?” He said casually. His tongue always misbehaved, Lucien knew that his father hated magic, but it was completely true. He had used magic, it was an accident off course but he wasn’t sorry for it. Far from it. It was sick, but he felt some sort of gratification in making his father angry. Their relationship was definitely a love hate relationship, mostly hate.

His father gave one of his ‘looks’ a poisonous glare where his eyebrows would narrow, his thin lips would twitch slightly, and his face grew icy. Lucien sighed; he could feel a lecture coming, so he prepared himself by conjuring up a good subject to daydream about. The girl he had met last night would entertain him until his father got tired of talking. “Magic?” Vincenzo began; Lucien noticed his father’s white hair. He wondered how old his father was, he didn’t know his father’s birthday, he had to admit he was probably the worst son in the world, but then again his father probably wouldn’t win father of the year. “You know the rules about magic, your careless Lucien, what if someone was to see you?” Lucien only heard half; even then it was a silent mumble amidst his daydream. He nodded absentmindedly.

When his father was done talking Lucien bolted out of the room. But before he did, he turned to his father looking at the cut on his hand. Blood seeped out in fine droplets, splattering into red dots on the stark white tiles. “You better get someone to clean that up... I don’t want blood on my floor” Then he turned to walk out of the room. He didn’t want waste time talking to his father. He had to see his mother about this school that he was going to. It was a magic school. He would have thought that the first school he attended since preschool would be normal. But he wasn’t normal. His mother has spoken to him about being special, but it was just a nicer way of saying that he didn’t fit in.

His mother was in the kitchen, although she didn’t know how to cook; she did her best to pretend that she could. It was rare to see both his father and mother at home; he was glad that his mother was home. “Hello mother” Lucien’s mother eyes shot up, hazel, he always wished that his eyes were like his mothers. “Hello dear, have you packed your things?” There was an unpleasant feeling in his chest, a sick tightening feeling that he couldn’t really get out. It was called guilt. His mother was pretty excited about him going to the school; he on the other hand was completely terrified. “I wanted to talk to you about that... do you really think that Beauxbatons is the right choice? I mean ... I’ve never been to real school, its kinda a big step going into a magical boarding school...isn’t?”

Amelia gestured to her son the sofa. More talking. “Lucien, I think it’s the best thing for you. It’s either this or homeschooling” a heavy sigh escaped Lucien’s lips “can’t I just go to normal school?” Lucien winced. “You’re being extremely unreasonable Lucien; you know perfectly well why you can’t. You are going to Beauxbatons end of discussion. Now go pack your things, the car will be here to pick you up in about 2 hours” She was stern. His mother was like an unmovable object. She had already made her decision and no amount of wincing and resisting from Lucien would deter her from her choice. Lucien’s future was set. His fate was written in the form a Posh French Magic school.

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[whyxsoxserious]

First Name:
Esme
Last Name:

Soric
Age:

15
Appearance:

Esme has dark brown hair that cascades down her back ending with light waves. Her eyes are a very light green, that is sometimes white when it is reflected by the sun. Esme's bone structure is sharp and you could see most of her bone's making a kind of wry gesture. You could describe Esme's facial features as a doll's or a sketched person's face. She has brown freckles that spread around her face, and her skin is pale and almost looks like ice (since she's a vampire).
History:

Time's were hard during Esme's childhood. Two years after she was born on January 2^nd, 1993 in Berlin, Germany, Esme had to be put up for adoption. Her parents (Bernard and Angelle Soric) were trying to get away from the muggles who were trying to find a way to kill baby Esme, and themselves. That was all because they didn't like anything that has to do with vampires at all. So after two years of hiding, Esme's parents decided to leave her at an orphanage in Paris, France because, they thought it was safer for her. They chose Paris because it was near Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, where Esme could easily go to when she gets older.

At age nine, Esme began to realize she was unique. Her powers had begin to develop in a weird way. Weird things like people tripping without anything in front of them, mood swings, etc. were happening. Of course those were signs of being a witch. Then at the same time she would get visions of the future and be able to draw them on paper, while being spaced out and a bit unconscious. Her eyes would turn colors like burgundy or red, depending on her mood. Those were the signs of being a vampire. At first, Esme was illiterate of what was happening to her, she had no clue how to control herself and what the actions meant. Then one day a young maid, that was about 23 years old, had realized what was happening to Esme. The maid knew what was happening to Esme and that was because that young maid was a part of a wizarding family, though was born a muggle and never got her powers.

By the age of 12, Esme and the maid were close and they shared a lot with each other, like family, interests, etc. The conversations grew more personal and the maid was about to tell Esme why she was having these weird actions happen to her, when Esme asked her herself. The maid explained to Esme what was happening to her in a two hour lecture. Esme was drawn at full attention to what the maid was saying. At first she didn't believe a thing and that it was all crazy, then again, Esme thought about it and had a small flashback of when her parents had went into hiding and about what the muggles were saying to threaten them. Esme finally got it, she knew in her instincts that she was a witch and a vampire.

At the same age, Esme was told by the maid that there is one very good and high standard magic school that is kind of far from the orphanage. The maid told her all about Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and so all these stories was making Esme so excited about going there. So the maid had promised Esme that she would go to that school. The owner of the orphanage knew about wizards, magic and this one school. At first the owner wasn't at all in agreement to this decision, because she wanted to keep the orphanage's reputation of being simple and non-trouble. Esme took the decision of waiting and so she waited until she was 15, because she was having private lessons of the history of magic with the maid. So at the age of 15, Esme was ready to go to Beauxbatons, with the memories of the orphanage. Though without any reminiscence of her parents.
Personality:

LIKES:

• music
  
• writing
  
• poetry
  
• learning
  
• friends
  
• new places
  
• challenges
  

DISLIKES:

• being too optimistic
  
• people not minding their own business
  
• backstabbers
  
• people who judge without knowing the person
  
• optimistic people
  
• fear
  

Esme has multiple personalitites. She can feel one way and another. Esme is mostly on the fearless side, where she likes to be put up to challenges and go to any risk to be successful. Though sometimes thats not a good idea because being too fearless can lead to trouble. Another thing is that its very hard for Esme to express her feelings, escpecially in a kind and mature way. She always has to express her feelings in a kind of physical way where she has to prove herself, because she thinks thats the only way people would understand her. So the most close things to her are her music, writing and drawing. Those are three ways where Esme could vent out her feelings and not get too physical.

A lot of times, Esme is really into learning new things and she thinks that learning new things can take her far (which is true). She likes to be open to any subject even subjects she loathes where she feels its un-needed to learn those certain subjects. Most of the time you'd see her learning something by reading books in the corner and/or just being alone sitting and not socializing. Really, Esme is a silent person, which means she doesn't like to talk a lot to people. Though she is very nice and gets along with people who treat her right. But when people get on her wrong side, Esme can be a bomb and stand up for herself. That is exactly what they mean by big things coming in small packages.
Sample RP:

Esme never understood anything about people and how they reacted. She always had a hard time figuring out people and what they're all about. Usually she keeps to herself, and that is exactly what she did today. Being a newbie and unaware of her surroundings, Esme is a person who doesn't want to be a part of anything until she knows where she stands in one place. Beauxbatons was one place where she knew she belongs. This was where all of the magical stuff happens, and where witches and wizards can get together. Though on her frist day, Esme was unsure of how things would go. Since she was living and exposed with everything muggle.

Bustling down the hallway, she was carrying a load of bags full of belongings to her new room. Esme finally arrived at her destination and briskly walked in to place her bags on the bed that she wanted. Standing there with hands on her hips, she admired the room and how it looked, with a very bright, almost pink, red. With furniture of the colors of white, black and light gray that compliments the small accessories of the room and the bright red wall color.

"Finally, I made it," said Esme, one of the few words she spoke since she got here. Glancing out the window, Esme wondered what the Enchanted Woods were like. Hearing stories from Lacey (the maid), about the Enchanted Woods, made goosebumps trickle up her arms and back. Grabbing a coat, Esme made her way out the Chambers and onto the corridor that led straight to the entrance.

Esme now shivered from the cold outside. It was autumn all right, with the plethora of colored leaves scattering everywhere. Though Esme didn't mind the weather and the beautiful sight of colorful leaves everywhere. She made her way towards the Enchanted Woods noticing her surroundings were isolated, except for a small group of guys who kept looking at Esme and laughing. Esme was burning up inside, thinking about what those guys were thinking about. As anyone could tell, Esme hates being gossiped about, and expecially if it was behind her back and people kept it a secret from her.

Ignoring them Esme continued walking towards the woods, until one guy called out, "Hey there lady! Pretty brave to go there!" The group of guys walked towards Esme, as she stood there with a displeased position and rolled her eyes. She crossed her arms and said in a fed up way, "What do you want?" The guys looked like bad guys from movies where they would laugh because they think that person who they try to make fun of is weak. They glanced back at one another as two of the taller guys with bad mustaches were laughing. The guy that was in the front held his hand in front of him as if he were surrendering. "Woah, I don't mean to push your buttons missy. But I - "

He was cut off by another guy that was marching briskly over there, with a pad in his hand and ready to give the guys detention or somrthing. When Esme could get a closer look at the boy, she realized he was a perfect who was about to give the guys a detention, just like she expected. "Hey you there!" You lot are supposed to be in detention!" the boy said taking fast deep breathes. "So get back to where you belong. Now!" The guys looked pretty frightened of the boy perfect, probably because they encountered him before and knew his ways of getting them in trouble. So quickly the guys walked away with large attitudes on their faces. As the boy perfect watched them go he turned back to me and said, "Don't worry about them, they're just...I don't know...blokes?" With a small laugh Esme looked down and then at him again, feeling shy. There was a moment of silence...awkward silence.

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[irial18]

First Name :
Irial

Middle Name :
Mairead

Last Name:
Dunne

Age:
17

Apperance:


History:
Irial was born in Ireland to her mother and father, Niamh and Bradán Dunne.
She is an only child, and has never known what its like to belong in a group of friends or even what a school was like. She has only been taught elven magic and learnt how to listen to and understand trees, animals and the wind.
She comes from a long line of elven royalty, and the whole family lived in Ireland, in the woodland on the outskirts of Dublin.
However, her family came into knowledge of the town folk in Dublin, and driven out of their homes in the woodland, and seperated to live in different places.
Irial and her family moved to France, and took settlement in the Enchanted woods on the edge of the Beauxbaton Palace Grounds.
When they arrived, Irial decided she wanted to go to the school, and learn new ways of magic. And so she applied to the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

• Music
  
• Art
  
• Laughing
  
• Smiling
  
• Belonging
  

• Bullies
  
• Threats
  
• Mistreating
  
• Disloyalty
  
• Smoking
  

Personality:
Irial is quite a quiet girl, she likes to keep herself to herself. She can become quite defensive if she feels threatened, and this can cause problems, as she has never really associated with other people, she finds any comments on her elven apperance offensive.
She needs to learn how to communicate with others, as she finds it difficult, but given time she will losen up and becoming more welcoming.
She doesnt like to be told what to do, being an only child has made her quite selfish, but she also is lonely so she feels it best to hide this flaw from people at present, until she settles in.
She is very loyal to her family and, when she does make friends, she will become as protective and loyal to them as she is with her family.
She is quite a smiley person, and usually quite happy in general.

Sample RP:
Irial made her way to the edge of the forest, looking out towards the palace.
She let out a sigh.
She longed to be part of a crowd, and not hidden away inbetween the trees and shadows of the forest.
This fustrated her so much, and she was angry that her parents had not sent her to such a school as that would teach her the importance of communication, and other magic abilities then just elven magic.

The wind brushed past her face, carrying a soothing sensation, telling her that all would be changing soon, and she would soon be up there in the great palace drinking in all the excitements and adventures it had to offer.

She smiled to herself, and turned to make her way back deep into the forest, it was getting colder and darker now, and her parents would soon be wondering where she was.

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[imagine]

First Name:

Christine

Middle Name:

Rose

Last Name:

Martinez

Nickname:

Chrissie

Age:

16

Appearance:

Click

History:

Chrissie was born and raised in London by her mother, Ursula, and her father, Benedetto. She has a mixed heritage of English, Dutch, Spanish, French, Italian and Hungarian. Because her parents are close to their heritage, Chrissie was brought up speaking not only English bit French, Spanish, Italian and Dutch. Chrissie had two older brothers, Adam and Scott, who helped babysit her. They had a huge influence on her and now, even though Chrissie loves dressing up, she is a bit of a tom-boy.
When Chrissie was accepted into Beauxbatons, it came as a shock for her muggle family. They couldn't believe that their daughter was magical but to Chrissie, it sort of made sense.

Likes:

- Punk Music
- Talking
- Nice clothes
- Shopping
- Dancing
- People who give others a chance

Dislikes:

- People who can't stand up for themselves
- Having nothing to do
- Discrimination
- Musicals
- Bad Books
- People who think they are better than everybody else

Personality:

Chrissie is a walking example of the saying, 'never judge a book by it's cover'. From the outside Chrissie looks like a sweet, quiet girl. She wears pretty dresses and cute ballet flats. Her hair is usually long and blonde and it hangs over her shoulders.
Chrissie however is loud and outspoken. She is confident and makes friends very easily. She never judges people before meeting them and unless she really doesn't get along with them, she'll be friends with them.
Chrissie doesn't always dress like that however. She just as often dresses in clothing similar to the clothes worn by the punks in the 70s or clothing found on models in the London Fashion Show. She just wears what she likes without conforming to one type.

Sample RP:

Chrissie run clumsily across the field. The wind swept through her blonde hair as she got closer to the old farm house. She could hear her brothers trying to catch up with her but it was pointless. Chrissie had a head start and she was just as fast as them.

Suddenly Chrissie’s foot caught on a rock and she came tumbling down. She knee scraped the dirt and her head smashed against the ground. After a pause of confusion, Chrissie started to giggle. So typically her. Her older brothers, Adam and Scott, stopped in their tracks as they reached her.

“Chrissie?” a voice asked, slightly panicked. Chrissie identified it as Scott’s. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine” Chrissie replied, picking herself up. Adam extended an arm for her to lean on but Chrissie just jumped up.
“How are you still okay?” Adam asked, looking her up and down. Chrissie looked at herself as well. She was covered in dirt and grass but as far as she could tell, no scratches or bruises. Now Chrissie thought about it, it didn’t even hurt.
“Not sure” Chrissie replied, grinning. Her brothers looked at her with their eyebrows raised but didn’t take it further. Chrissie always seemed to be immune to being hurt, ever since she was born. Chrissie wasn’t that bothered by it, she must be lucky, but she did sometimes wish that she could explain it.

As they approached the farmhouse they were staying in for the holidays, Chrissie saw her mother sitting outside with a strange looking lady. She was old and was wearing a very funny outfit. She had a fuchsia coloured robe wrapped around her with a matching witches hat. The lady stood as Chrissie approached and held out a hand for her to shake.

“Hello Christine” she said, smiling warmly. “I have something to tell you”

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Thanks, changed.

I feel like you could develop her more, especially to elaborate on her faults. I will sort you though. Just remember that when you roleplay her, draw on her faults as well.

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[carrot]

First Name:
Kikyo

Middle Name:
Etsuko

Last Name:
Daisuke

Age:
15

Appearance:
x

History:
Kikyo was born in Japan but she never really got to know her parents because the moment they brought her home from the hospital, they packed their stuff and left the newborn in the rented apartment. The landlord(who was a wizard) who found her the next morning sent her to a muggle orphanage immediately and informed the staff there that he only knew the parents as Mr. and Mrs. Daisuke and that they were fairies(of course, he made sure that he only said that to non-Muggle staff). Since no one knew the baby's name, her name was gifted to her by the staff at the orphanage. Kikyo means "Chinese Bellflower" in Japanese and it symbolises unchanging love. They chose that particular name because they wanted her to know that even if her parents did not want her, the caretakers' love for her would never waver. As she grew, she was seen doing weird tricks like bend a spoon just by staring at it and even appearing dry immediately after a bath without the use of a towel or hair-dryer. One of the caretakers who was a retired witch knew the signs of such a special child and applied for her to enrol in Beauxbatons, her former school.

Personality:
Kikyo was told that from young, her parents had abandoned her so since young, she is soft-spoken, reserved and does not trust easily. However, because she does not like to offend others, she may appear to believe you. Although she isn't truthful at times when people asks for her trust, she's not being mean but diplomatic. This is possibly why she have almost no enemies because she tries to be nice to everyone. Although she does not confide in anyone, she's a fine listening ear and she'll definitely bring your secret to the grave.

Kikyo has a very warm and friendly smile that makes up for her not so bubbly personality and would constantly appear on her face. She would do almost everything with a smile and even if she's exhausted or sleepy, she would never hesitate to offer someone a smile to boost their confidence or brighten up their day.

Kikyo was taught to be responsible and thoughtful by the caretakers at the orphanage so those qualities remains instilled in her even at this age. She also has impeccable manners and makes an effort to be polite to everyone, even house elves and probably even those from Sournois. Kikyo is very easygoing and accomodative and will gladly obey a teacher's order or even a peer's request. Kikyo rarely gives "no" as an answer and even if she had to, she would still try to help the other person, even if he or she had did her wrong.

Kikyo is never bothered by one's parentage, whether you are a werewolf, vampire, half-blood or Muggle-born. Even if someone had murderers for parents or used to be a big bully, she would not turn down an invitation for friendship because she believes that everyone deserves a second chance and should not be judged based on their past, appearance or blood.

Kikyo had always been fascinated by music and she has been taught to play the flute by a volunteer at the orphanage. She enjoys playing her flute, especially when she's down because listening to the beautiful melodies would perk her up(and maybe those around her) quickly. She also loves reading and when she isn't allowed to play her flute(especially at night when she can't sleep), she would whip out a book and immerse herself in the realm of books. She's also an animal lover and despise the act of animal abuse as much as Muggle abuse. If she saw an injured owl, she may even sacrificed her merit points and arrive late for class, just to send it for medical attention.

Kikyo also has her own flaws. Although she may be quiet, she may not think carefully when making decisions. For example, sometimes she isn't aware how limited her strength is and would try to jump out to save someone from bully, despite her being petite and unskilled in the art of combat. This often brings a lot of trouble for her and is probably the only way for her to get enemies. Sometimes, she may be too engrossed in her novels that she may even end up forgetting her homework or even the time, resulting in late submissions or even oversleeping which may even lead to being late for class. She may also be a little selfish when doing things, for example saving injured animals, and she would usually choose to endanger her house points at times. She can also be too quiet for her own good which can also somtimes infuriate her peers.

Sample RP:
Greenery greeted the Asian girl from all directions as she entered the courtyard of Beauxbatons. She had heard that this was one of the finest places to hang out in between classes and it was the perfect venue for her to rest before she left for her Charms class. Her dark brown eyes drifted across the area until they focused on a clean and dry bench that was empty. Strolling up to it quickly, she then placed her bag on the slim timber planks, allowing it to lean on the arm rest. Then, she sat down in the bench, that was meant for two, and started rummaging her bag for her favourite book.

The sun was warm and bright, stretching its rays all the way out. The gentle breeze tugged and pulled at the pureblood's dark brown hair playfully as she propped the book up in her hands. Her gaze swept across each page and then the crisp sound of the page being flipped echoed through the silence. She had just started studying at Beauxbatons not too long ago and was still trying to adjust to the new environment. She had attended Muggle school all these years before her caretaker enrolled her into the magical school that was more appropriate for her. Despite them not being her kin, she loved them as much as she would and she would always be grateful to them for raising her.

Her eyes practically ate the words up one by one at a fast pace. The novel she was reading currently was a thriller and based on what she's absorbing from the words and the images she's picturing in her head was sufficient to increase her heart rate. The silence in the courtyard sounded pretty eerie to her suddenly when a loud neigh burst out loudly, breaking the silence. Kikyo sat up with a jolt, placing her bookmark in between the pages she had stopped and stored the book back into her bag.

Lifting her head to the sky, her eyes flew downwards at the bright rays from the sun. Lifting her hand up to her eyebrow, she used her palm to shield her eyes from the blinding light as she tried to see what had interupted her reading session. To her astonishment, she caught sight of a large winged palomino hovering in the air, slowly flapping its wings as it descended gracefully. The ground shivered slightly as its large hooves landed. Brilliant brown eyes were wide open, staring in silence. Kikyo had heard of the famous giant horses Beauxbatons had but she had never gotten the chance to witness the true prowess of such a magnificent creature. The handsome stallion eyed her suspiciously as the fairy-blooded girl took hesitant steps forward.

The Japanese female's steps were light and quiet, her hands by her side, not wishing to startle the equine in any way. When she was close enough to feel his warm and powerful breath, her toes pushed firmly into the ground as she balanced herself expertly in a tiptoe position, elevating herself to gain a better view. Her palms opened and reached out slowly to touch his long muzzle. The horse snorted gently, obviously enjoying the kind treatment. Kikyo's courage boosted by his response and her fingers drifted downwards, scratching his chin. A soft chuckle escaped from her mouth as she pet the animal.

"You must have escaped from the Stables, didn't you?" Her sharp eyes noticed the broken chain around its halter and eyed the frisky stallion with skepticism. Turning to look at the watch her caretaker had given her before she left for France, she realised she still had some more time before her next lesson begins. "Hmm... I don't really know my way around here yet... So I'm not too sure where the Stables are situated." Her eyebrows knitted in frustration. Grabbing the long chain that was suspended from the halter, she led it to the bench where her bag was left. Leaving one hand holding the chain, she used her other free hand to reach out for her bag and turned to leave to find the Stables where he belonged.

ooc; I know the sample sucks.. I'll improve on my next IC posts. ><

Must be Cossu

[penelope inés páez]

First Name: Penelope
Last Name: Pereira
Age: Sixteen
Appearance:

History:
Penelope Margo Pereira was born many years ago, in a year she does not want to mention. It was such a long time ago, and she doesn't like to live in the past. Her mother gave birth to her, a witch who thought she had grabbed her happily ever after. Her father had pretended to be happy for five years before he blew up and left. Penelope doesn't know what it was, but she guesses it was because her mom was a little too pushy. Pen dealt with it, and she's sure she dealt with it well, but she can understand when it could get frustrating. She's not going to assume anything as to why he left though. From five on, Penelope was a single child with her mother. The woman loved her, and wanted the best for her. Many times she tried to find a man for herself, a fatherly figure for Pen. Margo, Pen's mother, knew that a father gave a huge impression on their daughter and really helped with the outcome of the future.

Penelope didn't like it though, and she made it really obvious. She didn't like guys. She remembered her father, and how much he had loved Penelope. She doesn't want change, and would have done anything to bring him back. She never allowed her mother to meet another man and deliberately chased them all away. She was a sort of monster as a child. Margo, while furious, tried to understand. Eventually she stopped trying, and just accepted the fact that she would be alone for the rest of her life, with no man to keep her company when her daughter went away to school at Beauxbatons, the very school she went to. Later on, Penelope would feel guilty. A guilt that never left.

So Penelope decided to postpone school for a bit. She was eleven, and she convinced her mom to travel the world with her. She said it was a dream of hers, and that she wanted to see the world before going away to school. She was a child, and it sounded silly to Margo, she eventually she started to fall into this trap. Pen really wanted her to just meet a man. Any loving man. Margo was as beautiful as any woman could be. It shouldn't be hard. Margo would have many options by the time they came back to France.

So they traveled. They went to Africa, Asia, America, and South America. They stayed in many counties for many months. They were out of France for five years. Men flocked themselves at Margo, but Margo was not interested in anyone. While in Africa, Penelope had gotten up out of her tent alone in the middle of the night as Margo slept. She was quite, and didn't wake up the light sleeper ahead of her. This was a week before their planned trip back home. She sat in the sand, a blanket around her shoulders and simply looked up at the stars. She was curious about them. While she stared in wonder, she never heard nor noticed anyone sauntering behind her. That was the nightmare of her life.

The next morning, she was found half dead at the foot of the tent. It was a miserable sight for her mother. Margo never told Penelope what she saw, or what happened after, so Penelope has little to say about that. She was unconscious, and all Margo said was that she thought her life had ended. Pen constantly worried about Margo, but she knows she's tough. Pen can't remember the few months after this attack. It's all too blurry.

She became blood thirsty. She didn't eat, or drink, and had no desire for anything other than her mother’s blood. She left her, and for many decades, no one saw her. She was wild in the woods, ending lives of many innocents. She remembers them like nightmares. Sadness entered her system in the beginning, and began to crawl through her veins since day one. She's become something she had never dreamed of, and wanted her old life back. She hated change. As regret made itself through her, Penelope started to calm. Every week, she'd drink less and less. She's go for the bad guys. She began to use the phrase kill one, save a life... Or some. She became a punisher. Still, she began needing less and less. Soon enough she came home.

Such a wonder it was when her mother still lived in their same old house. She was old and elderly. Alone. Eighty years old. Pen started to take care of her, as she was now able to control her thirst. Margo continued to push Pen to go to Beauxbatons. It was her dream, always, as a child. Margo told Penelope that. She always wanted to see her daughter leave to Beauxbatons. Margo got a lady to take care of her, for Pen's sake, and soon, Pen agreed to go. If this would make her happy, she'd do it. Pen has wanted to go to Beauxbatons for some time now, so it was pretty much inevitable. She'll be the best student she can be.

Personality:
Penelope has always been stubborn. As a child, she hated vegetables. Whenever her parents tried to stick broccoli down her throat, she'd do whatever it takes to not eat it - without ever knowing how it tasted. It was mostly cliché stuff. While she is obstinate, she does try to be nice about it. She likes to think she is smart, and well... right. She likes things old fashioned and she's known for being inflexible about a lot of things. Years after her father died, Pen pretty much denied any man who tried to love her mother. He wasn't her father, and he would never be. She regrets to know that she is part of the reason that she is alone at home now.

Penelope is also unpretentious. She doesn't like to be things she's not. She likes to think that she isn't what she is. She say's she's not smart, but she can tend to be intelligent. She says she isn't funny, when people do tend to laugh at her jokes. She supposes it could be insecurity, but she just doesn't like to thing big of herself. Her mother is a big headed woman. Ego is the size of a watermelon. While it is amusing, Pen doesn't want to be like that. Instead, she helps to expand anyone's, even those who don’t need an ego inflation. People like her for this. If they are feeling down, they know that Penelope will find a way to make them feel better. She likes to tell people just how great they are. Sometimes she seems motherly in that area. She is not very talkative. She talks when spoken to, and likes to say what she has to say, but if she thinks it is irrelevant, she won't say it. She thinks before she talks. Many times, she thinks too much.

She can also be sardonic, scornful of anyone who does something she really doesn't like. She can be laid back, but if it’s been brought out too far, she just won’t take it. She's no push over. Her sarcasm is usually used as humor, and less cruelty. She can be territorial, and defensive - defensive if it matters - in other words, nothing to do with her. Like if someone said something rude about her friend, she's fire back at them. The only time she'd get angry with anything about herself is if anyone goes as far as calling her ugly. Pen likes to think she is tolerable, and nothing more, nothing less. She likes to think that she is just ok with everything. She's ok at sports, but she'll never be a star. She's ok at school, but she'll never be top student. Just average... with everything. Nothing exceeds expectations. Pen was not the kind of girl who let people see her emotions. She'd smile, she'd laugh. She'd never get upset in front of anyone. Not even her own kin. She's tucked them away in a box, and let them out later, when she was alone and sure that no one would see or hear. When she is in on of those few moments where she kind of loses her mind, she can be dramatic. That is the result of not dumping a little at a time when it’s getting full.

This girl also has a bad memory. She tends to forget a lot of things. She's forget what she had for dinner the night before, or what she was going to do when she's on her way somewhere. She'll remember things that she thinks that counts, like when someone once called her beautiful. While she disagrees, she cannot hide how it made her feel. She's bad with remembering names, and that could be really bad sometimes. A lot of the times she is just ignorant. She is aware of her surroundings, but never notices the faces until they talk to her. If she is walking down the hall, she wouldn't look at any face that was walking by. She wouldn't even notice a best friend of hers until they called her. She doesn't like it, but she doesn't want to walk around looking at people's faces. It's not how she wants to be.

Pen has a huge imagination. She often knows what her close friends are thinking. She can read faces well, and many times wishes she could read minds. She often challenges herself with these things. She puts words into people's mouths. She assumes people's personalities. Not in a stereotypical sort of way, but just by the way that they act. Most of the times she thinks that people try to hard. Some days, she finds that a lot of things seem pointless. Futile. Other days she is just impressed with everything, awed with the universe and its creations. Often she imagines how the world came to be, how things work, how people think. She likes to know what people are thinking, and she always guesses what they would be thinking. Not to be vain, but a lot of the times she is right. She feels like she just knows people. She doesn't think a lot of them have good intentions, and can see a lot of bad in people, but she also see's their good. She knows that people have their good and bad sides. Everyone has them. She tries to focus on their good side, and helps them to realize them.

In the past, as a child, she wanted to be like everyone. Many called her a copy cat. If someone she liked was nice, she would be too. If someone she admired was mean, she would be as well. It’s an embarrassing thing she doesn't like to talk about. As she grew into pre teens, she became a rebel. She didn't want to be like everyone else. If they liked pop music, she liked rock. If they liked blue, she liked green. She pretty much made herself the opposite of what everyone was. She started to fail classes, friends started ditching her. She thought she was unique, but really, she was just... a no body. Today, she's herself. She hates to be compared to anything (she's make a big deal out of that), and doesn't try to act like anyone, nor does she try to be different from them. Sure, being different is great, but its not who she is. By the time she was 14, she began to blossom into the person she really was. Ambitious, silly Penelope.

Sample RP:
Pulling her dark hair to the back of her head, Penelope placed the elastic from her lips to her hair was done 'putting on her face'. She washed her face and her hands, brushed her teeth and changed her clothes. She pulled on a pair of light jeans and a Jade tank top that made her look a little spontaneous. Plus, she noticed it gave her color. She had brown hair and dull grey eyes that always looked too intense. She smiled into the mirror, ill at ease. Briskly she tore her eyes away from her pale skin and walked toward the door. It was time to get a good look at the school. It was obviously beautiful, but she wanted a closer look. She wanted to look around the place before heading for classes the next day. She didn’t want to look everywhere for class. She couldn't be late on her first day...

As she walked, she allowed herself to become familiar with the place. She had no idea where she was going, and many times worried that she'd forget which way led to the dining hall, the kitchen, the clock tower. It would have to take a couple days of mindless walking for her to get used of this place. Pen had no sense of direction. She kept her eyes away from other eyes as she walked. She didn't like to have people think she was staring. As a child, she always noticed people staring at her. It made her feel uncomfortable. She may take it to the extreme, but she's not going to take the time to look at people's faces. This would be her first mistake at the school.

Eventually she found herself outside. She scrutinized the gardens, seeing many things she thought were pretty, some were familiar, and some were not. She couldn’t name any of the plants that she saw, other than the roses. She way distracted with everything that was there. In time, she found herself at the lake. This was breathtaking for her. It was just magical. She sat herself at the oak tree, and fished out a book from her book bag. There were only a couple of books in there. She placed it on her lap and turned her eyes to the sky. Blue, with the sun off to the side. The day was ending. The clouds were puffy white balls that didn't look like they would be there for long. Would it be a fine night tonight? Her full lips pulled into a half smile, and dropped her eyes down to the book, and began to read. She took no notice of the foot steps that she could hear so clearly from behind her. They weren't there for her.

(Sorry, spell check isn't working ><)

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[crystal]

First Name:Crystal

Last Name:Middleton

Age: Twelve

Appearance:Crystal's has long silvery blue hair, which is long to the mid area of her back, at which she tends to keep it well groomed. Her eyes match her unusually colored hair. She is rather small for her age, her skin is slightly pale.

She wears glasses from time to time just when but not necessary all the time.he keeps her clothes neat a clean, as well as herself. On the surface it seems there is no flaw to her appearance.

History: Crystal was and born and raised from a Noble family who wanted nothing but perfection amongst the ranks. Her Mother and Father, Sisters and Brothers were all perfect their own way. From Potions to Charms and Broom abilities and the sort. The Middleton Family aimed to be the best above all. Its Family tradition between the ages of 3 and 11 all must be tutored so then when start of school will know some the "Field of Magic" they will specialize in. Which is only decided by the Elder of the Family.

Crystal's case seemed to be abit special it seems even though tradition went as plan it was unsure of which was her "Field of Magic." For the Middleton Family the "Field of Magic" ranges for both "Good" and "Bad" of course the family had to be divided just the same into each thus separating the family into its very own war.

The current family are as listed below:

Rena Middleton- Mother(Good)

Thermus Middleton- Father(Good)

Chris Middleton-Eldest Brother (Good)

Mathew-Second to the Eldest Brother(Bad)

Haruka(original name Brigit)-Eldest Sister(Bad)

Diamond-Crystal's Twin Sister(unknown) health permits her to go to school.

Personality: Crystal is a great many things. She is sweet, kind, friendly, and loyal to friends. But most of all she is very smart, intelligent, and wise. She is always thinking of something new to do. Plus she likes to plan things ahead. If one of he friends needed help, Crystal always thinks of a way to help them. She can make friends easy. She is a studying queen but tries to find time for her friends.

Crystal may act this way around her sister but when she is not its totally different it seems her personality is much different with out her other half. When Diamond is not around she is Anti-social and does nothing but study and seems rather depressed. Like there is no sense of doing anything else but study.


Sample RP:

It was a long day for Crystal it seemed the study section would never end. Both her and her sister both was glade that it was lunch time and they could enjoy the time they had together. For soon Crystal will no long be home tutored she will venture off to tend school. Crystal waited for the Professor to leave and sat next to Diamond. "Hey, Dia I am not sure that I wish to go to school. Its not going to be any fun without you." Diamond looked at Crystal with a puzzled look on her face. "Yea, yeah we went through this your going to school no matter what, besides Mother and Father would be mad if you didn't. You know how they get." Diamond put on this silly face to mock their mother when she was mad. "Now now perfection is the key to a better future...so as my daughter you are to be the best of the best." the last part she added on here self but it always made Crystal laugh.

The next day Crystal and Diamond said their Goodbyes or clearly corrected by Diamond as See you laters. Crystal promised to wrote whenever she could and she received her best wishes from the Family. Then Crystal was off to school...alone.


Could you please add more to your personality? Thats the main section we use to sort. So its better to have more thanks.

Must be Rouerie

[marauder]

First Name: Shy

Last Name: Silveros

Age: 16

Appearance:

History: Shy is the only daughter of the silver werewolf pack alpha, Luc Silveros and French witch and bitten werewolf, Victoria Valor.
She has three older brothers, Jake, Jason and Seth. Being born a werewolf she can shape-shift into a full wolf as opposed to the wolf-man known in pop fiction. Her first shape-shift was when she was six years old and has become as natural to her and changing clothes. For a time her mother thought that she would never grow to use her witch blood and would simply be happy being raised and taught by the pack. But though she was only half witch she did come into her powers shortly before receiving her invitation to Beaubatons. This was several years later than her three brothers so though she was over the moon (ha.) to discover that she is also a witch she does feel like she has quite a lot to live up to with her three brothers having such a big lead into the realm of magic as well as an age gap. Being a rare female werewolf and her Mothers only daughter she feels that she must do all she can to make her mother proud. Meanwhile her Father Luc only wants his daughter to find a nice wolf to mate.
There will be plenty of time for that later.

Personality: Shy is extremely independent, she just will not be tied down for long. Her firm views and opinions can change to stubbornness if she is pushed into a corner.
Shy is lively, inventive, original and eccentric. Although it can be very difficult to get close to Shy, she is loyal and faithful.
Should you ask Shy for help you will immediately get it, and all promises will be kept (at some point in the future). However it should be noted that a helpful Shy is very adverse to being deliberately used. Shy is adept at taking information from several channels and processing all the numbers to see the big picture, and she does this while you think she is ignoring you.
Shy is unpredictable, she can be chaotic or calm, stubborn or flexible, rebellious or helpful depending on how she feels or what her own senses tell her. This is a girl which can be detached to the point of coldness, stuck in rigid and unrecognisable pattern. Shy has no care for what the world thinks and logically peruses her own set of social values. The isolation this brings is often a surprise, despite the super reliance on other senses, she can miss the obvious.

Sample RP:
With a melodramatic flourish Shy made a full stop at the end of the parchment. Finally her homework was done. Now she had nothing but free time. At least until her next class anyway.
Shy wasn’t in the habit of homework and the last hour in the library going through a heap of dusty, dull books had been the longest she could remember. But with her current grades in potions class she had little choice in the matter. And the last thing she wanted was to have remedial potions. Two hours of potions classes was more than enough, adding an extra class on top was unthinkable I’d rather face up against Voldamorts ‘Inner Circle’. Shy thought derisively as she rolled up her parchment and put her quill, ink and homework back in her bag.

With a gentle smile curling the corners of her lips up and lightening her eyes, Shy slid out of her chair and swung her bag onto her shoulder. Picking up the last book she had been using she turned it to look at the spine to see the authors name so she could find where to put it back.
“Now where do you go Mr Puty?” she asked the book. It didn’t reply, but that didn’t surprise Shy. If she had been made a potions book she would have been sullen too. She set off along the shelves trying to remember where she had gotten the book from. If she remembered correctly then it had been quite far in, somewhere near the back.

Must be Cossu