Sorting (Term Eleven)

[enchanted]

First Name: adrienne elizabeth
Last Name: garrison
Age: forever fifteen
Appearance:

[/color], teal, beige, just to name a few. To compliment her love of quiet creativity when it comes to clothing, Adrienne almost always will have some sort of necklace or bracelet and earrings. In addition to clothes and jewelry, what is a girl's best friend besides those few? Friends, of course. Adrienne is almost never seen without a friend be her side.[/size]
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History:

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[/i] to have in order to provide a close-to-normal childhood for Adrienne. What really is normal for a family vampires, though? Adrienne was bitten when she was fifteen, by her father, Antonio, before he had disappeared. Being the workaholic that he was, Adrienne never really knew her father, and, as a matter-of-fact, did not care to know. Her older brother was bitten at the age of seventeen, and forever he will stay that way.

Growing up, Adrienne was like most children, before she was a vampire, of course. Adrienne wasn’t exactly the girl to stand in the corner all quiet and whatnot, in fact, she was more of the girl who always had something to say, and never had too many friends. Although that trait was sometimes a turn-off, Addie never let that bring her down. Being the girl that just soaked up the attention, she always wanted more, but sometimes she didn’t know when she started to annoy people, and only a select few of her friends could really get through to her to be quiet, mostly her closest of all friends.

During her childhood time, because she was often the attention-getting girl, Adrienne did tons of things just to make people laugh, which included making a few enemies along the way. Sometimes, Adrienne just didn’t know when to stop bothering someone, and provoking her enemies and annoying them was quite enjoyable for her. A lot of the time, she didn’t know that she was annoying them, she just would, and although her enemies weren’t aware of that, it gave a good laugh to everyone, which was what she enjoyed.

Her mother, Maddelena, nicknamed Maddy, was a great help to Adrienne, considering her mother had to play the part of both parents. Adrienne almost always had someone to talk to, and when she needed help getting over her bloodlust, Maddy was always there for her. However, Maddelena was more of a friend to Adrienne than a mother, so Adrienne was always been a bit… free-rein, but Adrienne always respected her mother, just not as much as she probably should have.

Friends was another problem Adrienne had; keeping them was actually the hard part. Once Adrienne had turned fifteen and was bitten, she had to move schools, and wait a little while until she learned to control her bloodlust a bit better. Often, she would have to leave school for a while, five or six days at a time, without being able to explain to her friends or boyfriends where she was going. Adrienne was always afraid that if she told everyone that she was a vampire, everyone would think she was a freak. This caused her friends to loose their trust in her, and then she began to lose friends. Adrienne knew that normal humans weren’t going to accept her one bit, so maybe it was time she went to a school where there were more people like her, and that’s when the idea of Beauxbatons came up.
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Personality:

[/u]. She would often spend quite some time just talking with someone, even people she had just met, and never fail to make them laugh. She tried to keep her spirits high, despite what people always tell her. Sometimes, however, people find her slightly odd for this, because most people don’t just walk up to someone and just start talking to them, at least none that Adrienne was aware of. She would spend most of her time talking to other people, and being just a slight bit of a spaz.

Although Adrienne does enjoy the arts, she is not very good at it. Instead, she prefers to express herself through singing and dancing, not so much of musical instruments. When she is alone, Adrienne tends to just let go of what she had been holding back on, and although she rarely holds back, it still is a good release of stress for her. As for her favorite type of music, any kind really would suffice; punk rock, hip hop, country, whatever. Adrienne isn’t much of a person to picky, anyways.

Adrienne can be a fighter when people insult her, and has no mercy in some circumstances. She tends to be extremely annoyed with people who are pessimistic, because she sees no reason to be, and ignorance a lot of the time makes her want to scream. Another thing that extremely annoys her is perfection. People who seem perfect, act perfect, or just are perfect really agitate her and make her want to fight, which her mother, Maddy, said to avoid at all costs. However, avoiding at all costs doesn’t seem as worth it.

Because Adrienne was used to deciding a lot for herself, she often isn’t the best at being obedient. She tends to do what she thinks is right, despite what other people say, and really wants to try new things and see how they work out. With this curious nature, it is without a doubt that she does get on the nerves of quite a few people, not that Adrienne minds so much. In fact, the only opinions Adrienne truly cares for are those of her very closest friends, and her family. Everyone else, however, what they think wouldn’t matter in the end anyway, not that Adrienne can see an end in her future for a good hundred years or so. Since Adrienne would be around for quite some time, she thought that she might as well make some enemies and have some fun.

Adrienne isn’t always the peppy person, however. A lot of the time, little things that most people wouldn’t really mind, throw her off and she has a bad day. This isn’t one of her more endearing qualities, and frankly, its quite a turn-off. When Adrienne is having one of these bad days, things that usually make her mad; ignorance, pessimism, perfection; annoy her quite a bit more than they normally would. Classes on an off-day are not close to bliss, in fact, far from it. Adrienne tends to get an attitude with professors and often classmates over what everyone sees as pointless, but, on those days, Adrienne considers them huge aspects. However, these days don’t come around a lot.[/size][/ul]

Sample RP:

[/I] she thought, I better get downstairs with all of my stuff. So she picked up her luggage off of her bed, one by one, all three of them, and dragged them downstairs. She smiled as she looked at her progress. Then she began to say to her mother,” So are there going to be others like me there?”

“ Of course there will be, Adrienne.”

“ And I am learning magic?”

“Yes, dear. Now hurry up and put your things in car, before we are late.”

“ Okay.”

So Adrienne packed her things up in the car, this time with her brother's help. She kissed him goodbye, and slid inside. She was slightly nervous and excited. Adrienne loved meeting new people, and here she would definitely be able to meet tons of new and interesting people. She leaned back on the seat, closed her eyes, and tried to imagine her first few days. What a wonderful time she would have.
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Must be Cossu

[laurel]

First Name: Laurell

Last Name: Bocelli

Age: 17

Appearance: Laurell is lithe and graceful like a panther. Her chocolate brown hair is long, with natural curl. Her hair comes to rest just above her backside. Her hair has darker highlights that resemble a raven. Her eyes are a deep, mysterious blue, fringed by long, black eyelashes. Exotic in shape and there is always a hint of coldness and contempt flashing through when she is talking to people. It's as if she finds everyone amusing, or very irritating. Which is most often the case. Her lips are full and somewhat pouty and pale pink in color. She stands a graceful 5'7". Her skin is moon- kissed. Creamy and soft like fine cashmere. She is shapely and well toned. Probably from all the years of gymnastics and swimming.

Her clothing consists of the finest money can buy. Cashmere, silk, jeans, skirts and glittery accessories. She has a long fur coat, as well as a long leather one. She always is well put together as far as her clothing goes.

History: She was born in Madrid, Spain. She lived there her whole life and attended a school for magical learning in Spain until for unknown reasons, the school was shut down. Her parents had many options of which school to send their daughter to, but none but Beauxbatons was the one she really wanted to go to. So her parents, being independently wealthy, packed up and moved.

They purchased a beautiful manor home in the South of France so they could be nearby for school holidays. For they figured that Laurell would make plenty of new friends and want to bring them to visit. And besides, her father was very protective of his daughter.

Laurell lives a very spoiled and privileged life. Her father made sure that she had the best of everything. Her mother raised her to be who she was and she learned to never be one to follow any crowd. To always do what she wanted to do, but to act responsible for her actions at all times.

Laurell did manage most of the time, except for one night she was at a club and thought that the young man she had met was decent and good. But in reality, he was a werewolf, and as he was walking her home one moonlit night, he shifted and attacked her. And after that, she was infected with werewolf blood and every month there- after, she had to take the foul wolf's bane potion to keep her shifting from getting out of hand.

Laurell and her family are in France now. And she is getting ready to attend a new school. She is moderately excited about it. But not for the reasons that most would think of. She is ready to return to the way she was while living in Spain. And the reasons are her own and no one else is privy to them. They are for her alone. Yet she is quite sure that the students and staff at Beauxbatons will figure them out eventually.

Personality: Cold, calculating and very sure of herself. Laurell doesn't really care at all about what other people think of her. She is proud and very sure of herself. Never one to lose her cool. Fighting is beneath her. She has friends, but they are mostly just acquaintances. She never shares any kind of deep secrets with anyone. For those kind of things are not anyone else's business. She doesn't really pay attention to other people's feelings. If they get hurt, it is usually through some fault of their own. She feels that people should guard their hearts from others, never letting anyone in. She hates to appear vulnerable so she fights to maintain strict rules about any kind of relationship she gets involved in.

Yet sometimes, all this is an act to keep the fact that she has been hurt and lied to many times throughout her life. She will never admit it though, so never ask. Laurell is quick on the defensive and utterly calm when dealing with others.

Sample RP: Laurell sank back onto her bed and smiled slyly to herself. She had been thinking about the silly boy she had met earlier that day. Knowing that soon, very soon, she would hurt him and embarrass him as she had been in the past. She would secretly delight in proving him a coward and a fool for falling for her. She had a moment of doubt. One that left her wondering if she could actually pull it off. She knew that she could. But the real question was... should she?

She leaned over the edge of her bed and reached into her bag and pulled out her notebook. She flipped it open to the page she had marked earlier and started to read what she had written, and what he had written. It was one of those foolish compatibility quizzes that couples took, to see if they were a match. Most of the answers said that they were a match, but did she really answer the questions truthfully?

She smiled again, knowing that some of the answers were true. She hated to admit it, but he seemed like he would be a good match for her. So why was she set on humiliating him and crushing his hopes? Probably because she could and she also knew that she wouldn't be responsible for what happened if he didn't know how to guard himself from this sort of thing.

Hmm, must be Rouerie

[merlexx]

First Name:
Merle

Last Name:
LaClare

Age:
16

Appearance:




History:

Merle was born to the Levesque family on a cold December 25. She was the youngest daughter of four, her sisters being Isabeau, Amie, and Lainey. Merle was a quiet child. She learned early on to listen to her parents. Her oldest two sisters were perfect daughters, never doing anything wrong. Merle knew to follow their role in order to stay out of trouble. After all, her sister Lainey spoke out a lot. Merle pitied her, as she just couldn't help it.

When Merle went off to visit her grandparents at age 11, she finally got a taste of freedom. She was very much unused to being able to be herself around others. Thus, Merle made very few friends that year. Instead she kept to herself and slowly got used to life without her parents. The visits were planned to occur once each year for a few months.

When she was 12, Merle threw her whole heart into making friends. She began to really be herself and made her own way, though she remained the perfect daughter to her parents. Her thirteenth and fourteenth years went much the same. Throughout all three, Merle kept solidly good grades, rarely doing badly on anything. She attributed it to her excellent memory.

At age fifteen, Merle fell in love. Her best friend was a boy named Christian. That year she began to like him as much more than a friend. Fearing for their friendship, Merle didn't tell them, but he somehow found out. Luckily for Merle, he felt the same way. About halfway through the year, the two shared their first kiss.

There was only one problem. Merle's sister Amie saw. She wrote home to their parents and told them about it. They, of course, were quite disappointed with their "perfect little girl". Merle was kept from all contact with anyone outside the family upon her return to the house the coming summer.

After that, Merle and Christian returned to just being friends. Nothing much occurred in Merle's life after that. Until the accident. The summer before Merle's sixteenth birthday, she was bitten by a vampire, a boy who seemed her age. Her family turned her out and Merle was forced to find her own way.

The first thing she did was search out the boy who had turned her. It was easier than she expected, as he had been looking for her as well. Merle learned who he was. His name was Sebastian. He had been turned about five years before, at the age of fifteen. The vampire who changed him had taken him in as his own family. Sebastian apologized for what he had done. Merle forgave him very quickly, glad to have escaped her family, though her heart ached for the loss of her closest sister, Lainey.

Sebastian took Merle to the place where he had been staying with an elder vampire named Caleb. Merle was invited to become part of Caleb's family. She accepted and took on a new last name: LaClare. Merle is now beginning her first year at Beauxbatons and is learning to cope with her new self.



Personality:

Merle is very creative. She loves writing and drawing. She also enjoys quiet.

[cadence]

First Name: Cadence
Last Name: Cooper
Age: Sixteen
Appearance: Picture
History:
Cadence was born on November 9, 1992 to the Cooper family. He was the fourth child in the family and the last one his parents decided to have. his whole life he has lived in California his dads job was here and it wasn’t something the man wanted to ever leave, he was like addicted to working. As a newborn he was pretty ugly, he looked like a chubby alien with big eyes. But that wasn’t enough to get his parents to leave him at the hospital. He was very loud and annoying through his first couple of years. He would cry constantly, throw things, and not eat, all for the attention of his parents. He liked being loved. Cadence began walking after fifteen months; Cadence was never the most graceful child around. He would bump into almost everything and he would stumble a lot. As much as I’d like to say he got better I really can’t. He still stumbles from time to time, and he never pays attention to where he walks to hits a lot of things.

When he turned three years old he began need less and less attention. Normal things he would do to get his parents attention he would avoid doing, it was around that time he gained the skill of wanting to be alone a lot of the time. His parent’s sort of thought he hated them, but they were obviously over reacting because he was only three and wouldn’t even know what hate means. He never hated them, just liked the quiet alone time. Around age five on Christmas, his parents got him his very first ever guitar. It was just a crappy little acoustic but he never was amazing at sports so his mom and dad wanted to get him a little involved. Soon after he got his little piece of crap guitar his parents got him lessons, he took to it very well. Of course he was only five and didn’t do anything very well but he tried, and he loved it. Once he hit kindergarten his life changed dramatically. He wasn’t sure how to take in all of the other kids, they were all happy trying to be each other’s friend, and it scared him half to death. He kept to himself most of the time and wouldn’t talk to people unless they came to him, even then he wasn’t very great at keeping them around long.

Cadence eventually made a couple solid friends who he was actually excited to see when he went to school. They found his tiny bit of awkwardness to be funny and they dealt with it nicely. It would be like every other good friendship he would get over the years. At first it would be a little hard but they learned to work with it until he warmed up to them a bit. Through grade school he tried to keep to himself a lot of the time and it worked out very nicely. As for family life during that time it was pretty simple, his mom took care of him and his three brothers, cooked, cleaned, shopped, did all that kind of thing. his dad worked most of the time and was on call constantly but they still got all of their family time in. Once middle school hit he tried to branch out a little and try to be a little more social, it worked but it also didn’t. he ended up gaining a couple of friends but that was about it. it never really bothered him not being the most popular person ever, the attention would probably give him a heart attack.

When he was fourteen his mom decided to take him to see someone, she thought it was wired how anti social he was and how socially awkward he was. It really isn’t as bad as she thought, the doctor lady just said for some people it was normal and she said he would grow out of it; which he will. I’m really making it sound like he is completely out of it when it comes to being social but it’s really not that bad. It’s the normal stuff he’s shy until he warms up to people, his mom never really saw that. He continued with his guitar lessons throughout the years, he ended up getting a better acoustic guitar and a super nice electric one. He got to be really good at it and could figure out things by ear, write great songs quickly, Cade even had a voice to go with his playing. He kept the voice a secret though. He doesn’t really have a traumatic past his family gets along great, well they have their differences but not big enough to tear them apart. Him and his brothers hung out quite a lot and they were just tight, they would even do stuff with their mom too! Dad was kind of working a lot, maybe a little more than normal.

At home he really keeps more to himself then he does anywhere else. His family is one of the families where if you want attention you have to fight for it, he isn’t the violent type… really. Throughout grade school and middle school he had really good grades, learning was fun for him back then. But now that he has reached high school when it really matters he has kind of stopped trying academically. He’s become very pessimistic about the future and has decided he wants a social life now, and doesn’t care much about the future. Not his smartest move. His parents for really the first time ever are disappointed in the boy, but he hasn’t cared much, I’m not really sure why. Like I said before his dad has been working a lot more than normal. As a casual observer it would appear as though he is cheating on Cades mom. It’s really not something that he wants to think of his dad doing but really… It’s not normal how much he is gone.

Cadence thinks his mom knows the truth about the cheating she has been a little on the miserable side lately. He notices these things he’s good like that. He has refused to go talk to his mom about it, or his brothers because he is a little afraid of the truth. The boy has never had a real girlfriend, he has dated and all that but it hasn’t been serious. As his letter came in the mail to come to this magic school he’s been a little freaked out. His parents aren’t magical or anything cool like that so they have no idea what’s really going on. But you see his sudden downfall in school and his anti-social lifestyle has made his parents come to the conclusion that him going a way to a brand new place it would help him a lot. And punish him by taking him away from all of his friends and stuff. So he is coming here against his will.
Personality:
. Shy: Cadence isn’t the type of guy to go up to a random person and strike up a conversation with someone. It’s not with just strangers though he is still pretty shy around his closest friend’s.
. Independent: He likes doing things on his own without the help from other people. He doesn’t like bothering other people with asking them for help.
. Intelligent: A very smart guy, he has dedicated a lot to doing well in school and actually likes learning about anything and everything. Well he used to dedicate himself a lot.
. Protective: Cade is very protective, over everything, friends, family, possessions he will do anything and everything to keep it all safe and sound.
. Romantic: He hasn’t had much dating experience but he has always liked the idea of romantic things. Such as; giving the girl flowers, romantic dinners, walks on the beach in the sunset, all that type of things. Since he hasn’t had his fair share of dating so he learns from the chick flicks, pathetic. i know.
. Passionate: He’s very passionate, when he finds something he likes he gives his all and it really shows.
. Sweet: Cadence pretty much the sweetest guy you’ll ever meet.
. Caring: It kind of takes him a while to start caring about people, but when he cares he really cares.
. Laid back: Mister Cooper just likes to chill, talk to people… Well more like listen because he isn’t big on the talking, just hanging out.
. Loner: He likes to keep to himself, about anything. He keeps his problems to himself, doesn’t talk much when he is hanging out with whoever he is hanging out with. It’s not that he doesn’t like to be around the people.. Well read next bullet.
. Socially awkward: He is terrible in social situations; unless the person has really taken the time to get to know him and understand how he acts it’s just kind of hard for him. Not that he is a complete retard or anything but he just has a hard time knowing what to say and stuff.
. Nervous: He really only gets nervous around girls he likes, he sometimes stutters his words, drops things, trips, all that nerdy stuff.
. Not a complete dufus: I have kind of made him seem like a complete dufus, but he really isn’t, just don’t put him in a huge crowd and he will be a great person.
. Honest: The boy never lies, it gets him into situations that he always makes worse, so he just sticks with the truth.
. Trusting: He trusts people very easily, he has this stupid thing in his mind saying, ‘hey you’re a good person to everyone, they should be the same way.’ But that really isn’t the case. People seem to let him down a lot, but he just can’t get it through his head to not trust people easy.
. Kind: Cadence likes helping people, it’s just in his nature.
. A bit lonely: He has friends, great ones, but at times because he is a little bad at talking and stuff he likes to stay away from them. So I guess you can say he pushes people away a little. This leads him to being lonely.
. Negative: He is very hard on himself, he doesn’t think he can do anything right, and he always looks at the bad side of things.
. Self conscious: that one pretty much explains himself.
. Loving: He loves his friends and family to death and would do anything for them.
. Musical: he has a talent which belongs in the musical department. He plays guitar, very well, and has an amazing singing voice. His guitar talent he lets everyone see, the fact he can sing is a complete and total secret.
. FUN: the boy loves a good time and when he hangs out with his friends he does his best to show them a good time and they normally end up having a blast.
Sample RP:
[ will write it tomorrow]

[massimo]

[/b] Massimo

Last Name: Katastrophe

Age: Eighteen.

Appearance:

History:
Picture this, 178 years ago it was 1830 in London England. It was the beginning of the Victorian era and it was also the beginning of Massimo Katastrophe’s vampric birth. I am not going to start off from his first blood lust or his first meal, no, I am going to go a bit before. Before his eyes burned with desire for hot blood.

As a young child, Massi was very rebellious. He liked attention and liked people noticing him so he opted for the 19th century rebel. Rebelling to him was not very grandiose but subtle and effective. He did have a soft spot however and that was a pretty face. He was a sucker for girls although knew how not to be wrapped around their finger. He loved many girls but he was only in love with one. At the age of eighteen he proposed to the beautiful Natalie. She was perfect for him. Her family was as pure as his own. They married after 3 months of engagement with the help of Zachariah, Massimo’s priest brother.

Life was perfect for him. He had a loving family of 4 sisters and 5 brothers. It may seem like a lot but it wasn’t that strange at that time. Natalie had 3 sisters and a brother whom where always welcomed by the Katastrophe’s. They were living a normal life full of love and magic and unlike a fairy tale this story didn’t have a happy ending. Hiccups occurred and these where rather earth quaking hiccups at that.

It was the happily married couple’s first anniversary and it was plain sailing, full of smiling faces and fleeting glances. But something happened that night. Something terrible. As the irony of pathetic fallacy played its part something horrid was about to happen. Thick threatening clouds bruised the skies and some blood thirsty creature felt like a hunt.

Massimo doesn’t wish to replay that night in his memory, he blocked it out, or rather tries to block the memory of the fangs digging into his neck. So after while the gore got going something happened. There was the tall brown eyed Nathalie in the picture. She had killed his attacker. Massimol was alive. Massimo was dead.

He spent a few days wriggling in pain while in isolation. The venom infected his body and made him gorgeous. His skin was a flawless porcelain, hard like iron. Skin was cold on Natalie’s skin but she didn’t care. Their love was bigger that this. She stayed with him till the day she died. He watched her get old. He watched everyone he knew get old and eventually die. Massi had to learn how to live with it. He was now a part of the immortal race and immortality means sacrifice and adjustability. He needed to follow everything that was contemporary and would hate it if anyone thought he was a man of the past.

Sure Massimo is physically eighteen and he wouldn’t need to go to school but honestly he needed something to do. Life can be boring without a reason to live for. He is just hoping he would find that reason at Beauxbatons.


Personality:
` ` conceited / vain !
Yes ladies and gentlemen you have guessed it this boy is as vain as a mirror. Oh he gets this from his sister no doubt about that, he just over the years has built upon it. So much that if you have so much as one flaw or he finds you ugly he will not and I repeat not talk to you. I mean in his mind he just doesn't want to waste his time on the ugly especially if their are prettier people to talk too. But think about this if you think that is bad get this, he can not and will not walk past a mirror or window without checking his appearance he just doesn't want to change it that the one time he doesn't check something becomes out of place and his whole world comes crashing down...oh did I mention he was slightly over dramatic.. slightly? Guess not.

` ` kind / nice !
Now did you really think that he was really all that bad. I mean he has his good points too, like for example when you finally get past his whole defense you will soon learn that he is actually pretty nice. I mean he cares a lot about his friends, and is very loyal to them. He doesn't really enjoy conflict even though he starts a lot of it but anyway. He loves to see his friends smiling thus tries to say things to make them do this, I mean it doesn't always work because well he doesn’t like to lie. The main thing is that he really deep down inside isn't that bad of a person, he's actually if you really give him a chance one of the nicest people you may actually meet. But then again if you cross him, he could be hell on two legs.

` ` angry / mean !
You wouldn't believe this but listen closely. You see if you push little Massimo too far then you may be in for more then you can or will ever be able to handle. Because once you cross his path, then you are a target for life. He really isn't one to loose his temper easily i mean having years of practice on this subject helps a lot, but you do something to really get on his bad face then watch out, he may be small, he may seem a bit girly but he will sure as hell kick your ass. The whole supernatural help and over a hundred years of practice kind of helps too though. I know you don't believe me, so test the theory if you would like, I mean it's your funeral.

` ` sexual / flirt !
Now really what boy his age doesn't have raging hormones? Just like every other boy on the planet the number well three things on Massi’s mind is sex. I guess you could if you would like call him a man sleeper cause he has in truth been around a few times. Which is neither bad nor good. Now he isn’t like the other eighteen year olds though. He is a bit old fashioned, I mean could you blame him? He was even married for almost 80 years so you can imagine that he also likes long meaningful relationships.

` ` sad / shy !
Now the only time this outspoken boy that we love to call Massi will ever be shy or at least near it is when he is sad about something. Which like some many things it seems in his life is rare, well at least rare to people. Because you see another thing over the years Massimo has been practicing is being able to hide feelings such as these from other people. He just doesn't want pity from anyone, and that is truly all you ever get when you are sad. Stop fooling yourselves. So yeah he may seem okay, but at times he isn't so just be careful sometimes on what you say, this boy is a little more unstable then he looks.

` ` happy / funny !
Aww yes our dear little Massi is just so cute when he's like this. I mean really he just has the cutest smile you will ever see in your life, it in a way reminds me of a five year old. Which in itself says a lot. Also when he's like this, he's a little more easy to get to know. Perhaps it's because when he's like this he is either drunk off his ass, or just being quiet odd. God only knows. But anyway, yeah this is one of the more frequent moods he gets, but defiantly one of the better ones to see and meet him in. He's just so much more open and cute and yeah too d**n adorable to be the way he is usually.


Likes:
aubergines, they have a nice color .
his sidekick .
girls .
blood .
guys .
bright colored drain pipes .
smiling .
meaningless relationships .
long relationships .
relationships .
japanese toys .
sushi .
blood .
the word helicopter .
penguins .
koala bears .
styling hair .
cleaning other peoples stuff .
watching the meatrix .
pulling his lips apart when they are dry to make them bleed .
watching movies .
having epiphanies .
watching people sleep
warm skin on his cold flesh .
nocturnal rainbows .
Dislikes:
cookie cut outs .
the word cauliflower .
global warming .
faux music lovers .
pseudo people .
being monopolized .
being starred at .
chewing gum underneath tables .
sickness .
school spirit .
having his things confiscated .
invasion of privacy .
fuss .

Sample RP:
Massimo drummed his fingers on his rock hard stomach. Any one who paid enough attention to him could see that he wasn’t feeling all that comfortable. So many people crowed the place where he stood, idle. He couldn’t bring himself to socialize with the other, eager, students. He had gone through the same ceremony over and over again. This was not his first school. He had attended many schools in his overly long lifetime. This one was no different.

He watched in vain the cookie cut out people in hope of finding someone who was like him. It was useless. The people that surrounded him would never like Massimo. Not because they weren’t friendly but because he was not very keen on being friends with smiley naive children. Although he wasn’t being pessimistic. Massimo knew for certain that he was not alone in this school. There where many students that where of his kind, he had heard, and also there where many students who where willing to make friends with a creature like Massimo.

He couldn’t help but think about Natalie at a moment like this. How differently she would have reacted if caught in a situation like this. His deceased wife was such a social butterfly. She would have pulled Massimo into a large crowd and she would just ooze such an amiable character. Why wasn’t Massi the same? Has all his years walking on this earth turned him sour? Was his ripe age, over-ripe?

So many questions ran though Massimo’s head. He was forced to endure the bittersweet pain of thought. Why couldn’t his brain go blank for just a moment? For just one second he wished to be a brainless zombie that didn’t think twice, alas he was not so. He was a foolish person who pondered over subjects again and again. He thought that maybe if he thought about what happened in the past he might find something new. Though that was almost never the case.

Now he was just killing time. Waiting for the signal to go to their dormitories and unpack. Maybe he would be lucky enough to be amongst people he could be himself with. Optimism is the key. Sadly, Massimo lacked a certain upbeatness and a every-cloud-has-a-silver-lining in his character.
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Please go back and re-read the first post of this thread concerning your character's age.

At the end of your history where you said Hogwarts, did you mean to say beauxbatons? And your sample rp may not be from any other site and must be in the point of view of Massimo.[/b]

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Must be Rouerie

[aliceresovor]

] First Name: Alicanna (Alice)

Middle Name: Rain

Last Name: Toka

Age: 15

Appearance: Alice with her hair in a tight bun. Alice's normal eyes color. Alice's darker, more honey brown eyes. Alice with her pixie cut. Alice. Beauty, and grace. Her eyes are a honey golden coloration, eyes golden with grace and sweet. But, when hunger overcomes her, blackness in her eyes. She is very interesting, and perching with beauty. Her skin, pale, and flawless. Its white texture is leathery...And her voice, is a velvet, pure voice. Nothing un-graceful with her facial features. Her lips are curved with her never ending smiles, and her cheeks are perky with smiles, too.

Her neck, on the right, about near the middle, are two faded bite marks, from they bite of her adopted father. Her neck is normal, but pale as is her body and face...Shoulder, they are petite, and very normal for a fifteen year old girl, normal..Hmph, nothing is normal. Hmm. Her body, is pale. Duh, and very skinny. Petite, why of course. Goddess like and graceful. Her legs, are long and very smooth. Pale, and cold to the touch. She runs and jumps and plays with Glee.

Her hair, now. A dark, red-brown coloration, with a pixie cut. She absolutally loves to brush it with ease and grace in her arm movments. Her bones are made of gods tears, as her mother likes to say. And her blood is that of a Unicorn. Due to a curse placed upon our beloved Alice. Yes, Silver Unicorn blood. Along with the golden blood running through her veins. She isnt a normal Vampire. Blood, she does have.

History: Alice. At age Fourteen, she met Adam. A sweet, flawless vampiric man. She began to hang around his doctors office...Until the day she was taken. Her mother, Tatiana, took her from the office. Saying she was sick of Alice never home...But Alice became ill. Phenimonia over came her running blood. And she was taken to Adam for help. When Tatiana didnt want anyhelp, Adame murdered Alice's mother. Brutal, he made sure not to spill her blood. And his love began to change his new daughter.

As she lay, he bit her neck, and Alice screamed and tossed in everlasting pain. Adam felt terrible for his doing in deed for putting Alice through the pain.Because of Carlisles murdering Tatiana, a curse was put upon Alice. And soon, the venom turned to Unicorn, and Pegasi blood. Silver and Gold blood filled the place of the red blood. Black blood did, too. Adam knew his murder lead to it...But he understood...

Three months past, and Alice stopped her grieving in pain, and learned her knew abilities. And understood. For, she loved Seers, and Mythical beings. Always fasinated. Adam brought her home to Cieria, his wife. Cieria accepted Alice. And they became a loving family, and then she met her new brother.

Resevior. She bonded with him, intamet love as a rother and sister. But, she had her soul mate. Whom she loves, and, Res was only, and always would only be but a mere brother. Either way...Alice went to Hogwarts, may I mind you. And loved it. But....She came here, hoping to get a better understanding on this whole, magic vampire stuff.

Now, let me explain Adams murdering Tatiana. He murdered her by hanging her, he did this one of the nights she didn't come Visit Alice in they hospital. Because, Adam felt a love as a father to Alice, and Tatiana got in the way of that...And, Tatiana didn't tak well care of our dear Alice. So, he got rid of her, to transforum Alice into a Vampire.

Now, for the Curse...Of unicorn and pegasi blood. You see, Unicorn blood, is dirty blood. One of anger, and pleaure of love, and death. Deamons and hatred, which she doesn't show. And then theres the Pegasi blood. Blood of which is grace, and honor. Beauty, and pure passionat love. Pure heartedness, and honsety...Mixed, makes? Alice! Tehe.

Something else to know about Alice and her history? Her real, true father. A kind hearted man, one whom held Alice close to his undyeing hear...He died from a car accedent, on the way back from Alice's pary. The 18 wheeler hit him straight in the side. And....gone. Blackness. There, Alice felt her beautiful world end. Her mother, became deeply depressed, and treated Alice as if evrything was her fault...She'd yell at Alice at random times saying she killed him. You're the one whom insisted to have you're father drive you. It all killed Alice on they inside...



Personality: Alice. She is but a mere grace in the seem of a dress. A Prom Gown, of many essences. She is sweet, like a rasberry, freshly picked from the bush. Nothing can pick her apart really...Only making fun of her, and attempting to hurt one of her friends....Understanding, and ready to listen. She will stay there paciently for anything new to happen if nessassary...And loves to listen to cool stories.

This girl is not just sweet, but very emotional and unexpected. If you get on her bad side, she can creat the best of the best in comebacks. But, back to her good side...She has the heart of an angel....Beauty and perfection. But, she isnt perfect. Nobody is, really...Her none perfection side? Well, quit east, acctually. She is pushy, and makes mistakes alot...Her grades slip very easily, and so does her mind...

Silly, Alice. Clumsy little vampire she is! Hm. When she gets sidetrackt? IT takes a minute or two to get her back to being alive! Hm, laugh. And, when she gets cunfussed? Her grades go down for one term, and then she is fine after. With her misktakes? It does go along with forgetfulness, she will leave a horses door open, forget to clean, forget homework, forget to buy something...

And she can get annoyed and angry somewhat easily. If you are being insultive? She will go straight after you with as harsh of comments as you had to her, or one of her friends. And if she doesnt know ther person being made fun of, she'll still stick up for them.

Kindess is another great thing of Alice's. She will help most people out for any reason being if needed. Uniqu one, she is. Very annoying, in her own respect, as well. Lemme tell you, Alice....Has her own way of meeting you, sometimes she will inhale deeply...Its because she is smelling they air.

Another, hurtful pain, deep, deep inside her heart...Is the cold truth of what she was. And what, as she thinks, thanks to her mother, was her fault of her fathers death. Teddy was a good man, and Alice loved him like she does Adam...But, at the mention of her father, tears run down her cheecks. Yes, she can still cry. Because of the curse, pain is still there.

Sample RP: Alice stepped off the horse drawn cart and stood there. She was wearing normal flarebottum jeans, and a botton down shirt. Her hair was a normal, inventive type of Pixie cut, really. But, she doesnt mind. Her nails were painted an Ivory White coloring, and her toes? A Gray color. With black dots, like a dappled horse. She went upto the horse whom drew the buggy, and she smiled.

"Hello, there. Fellow, how may you be?"

She smiled and pet the horses forhead, beauty in the horses Blue Eyes. The horse snorted with a musical tone to it, she smiled and sighed loudly. Her eyes stared and became softer, and she kissed its soft, velvet nose.

"Ha, and that is good. I'm quiet fine, may you ask. And how is this fine day?"

She asked it, and it snorted happily. She smiled back and unhitched it, bringing it up, she looked behind her. No one. She smiled devilishly, and mounted. She pet its neck and clicked, making it go into a swift lope. She giggled and felt the horse move underher, no saddle. And no bridal. Just the mane and her free will. She called to the sky, and the horse did as well.

Nothing could be better than this for her. She enjoyed it, much. She clicked for the horse to go faster, its large hooves picked up and off the ground each heartbeat it took. And she called to the sky once more. Chanting the callings of her Vampiric Name....Empress Of They Artic! She cried. She horse responded in a soft nicker of enjoyment......Forever....15.

Vampiric Name: Empress Of They Artic. I have looked it up, and have put them together. [/color][/size]

I hope this is okay.
I hope you now understand the curse and the murder.
Please change your screen name to match the one given in your application.

Please also know that full out canon names such as Alice, Renesme[e], and Carlisle are not to be used here all at once and a character can not share a full history or personality with a fictional character in a book, movie, or other such form of entertainment. Please re-read the rules regarding this.

All right...now I'm confused... I don't see that its possible for Adam's having murdered her mother to turn her blood into unicorn and pegasi blood. All in all, her history confuses me a lot... I don't understand how any of it connects in the end... And in the personality, you say that Alice isn't perfect, but it seems like it could be elaborated on to show a bit better how she isn't perfect exactly. And please change your name to match the new one in the application again. Sorry.

Still really confused, but...must be Rouerie

[aliceresovor]

I have. Thanks to Harlow.

[fayedyredxos]

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theres two peopel at the bottom of page four who'd like to be sorted
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[lidiaxalys]

First Name:
Lidia

Middle Name:
Alys

Last Name:
Ivie

Age:
13


Appearance:



History:
Lidia was born Lidia Alys Kendall on a beautiful June 21 in L'Avelan, Alsace, France. At the age of three years, she was sent to an orphanage, much to the sorrow of her parents. They just couldn't take care of her. Both Lidia's mother and father hoped that she would find a good family to live with. And she did. Being a sweet young girl, Lidia charmed her way into the heart of a twenty year old man who helped out at the orphanage. A year after arriving at the orphanage, the man, who went by the name of Marius Ivie, had adopted her and Lidia took on his surname.

For seven months, the two lived happily in Paris. Then, Marius adopted another child, a boy named Alexandre. He was a year younger than Lidia and the two got along extremely well with each other. The two fought, as all siblings do, but became friends again quickly. Their father was often off on business, leaving the two of them and their servants. This did not bother the siblings, for they enjoyed playing together. Lidia was very curious and earned herself some broken bones through her younger years. Both siblings respected and loved their father and knew that they had been adopted. After all, they remembered their days in the orphanage.

At last, Lidia is entering her first year at Beauxbatons, much to her excitement. Though sad about leaving Alex at home, she is happy to finally be able to go to the school. After all, her brother will be coming a mere year after her. Lidia has heard much about the school, all good. Now she has her own chance to shine there.


Personality:
Lidia has quite a temper when provoked. This also gives her a bite in fights. What with her sensitivity, most people expect her to cave easily but that never seems to work. Instead, Lidia fights back with cutting phrases that she has collected and saved over the years. Even in a physical fight, she can hold her own, though Lidia hates fighting with actions. Lidia is quite a sensitive person. When the right words are directed at her, she could potentially burst into tears or just hurt inside. It's very easy to hurt her feelings, even if she doesn't always show that she's hurting. Tears were a more common occurrence when Lidia was younger but now that she is thirteen, she doesn't want to have other people see her as a crybaby or something similar.

Lidia hates admitting when she's made a mistake. It makes her feel as if people will think less of her, even if that's not true. Lidia has been getting better at it but still dislikes admitting any of her flaws, save to some of her closest friends. Like many people, Lidia has a certain amount of pride in who she is. Her hatred of admitting or even just making mistakes ties in with this because it is mostly her pride that keeps her from admitting her mistakes or flaws. Pride in who and what she is is very important for this sweetheart because in the end, it's who she is that matters. Lidia is very confident of who she is and what she wants in the world. She holds her head up high when entering a room and has begun to not care as much about what others think of her. Lidia has also made a few more friends since she lost her previous shyness.

Being the daughter of two very smart people, Lidia was bound to be at least a little smart. She loves learning and delights in odd words. Remembering things comes easy to her, which has helped Lidia keep good grades. She rarely has any bad grades and worries a lot when she does. Lidia is quite a friendly person. She loves being around others and has a natural affinity to her peers. Lidia has never been one to judge based on anything like money, house, social standing, etc. She's always open to giving people a chance, even if others don't believe they deserve it. This has earned Lidia many friends over the years and still does. Lidia loves helping other people. It gives her a very warm feeling inside that she just adores. Of course, it helps that Lidia is a people person and enjoys being around others. Helping is her way of making friends as well. It just makes Lidia happy to do things for others, though she will draw the line at a certain point.

Lidia does not do well under pressure, unlike some. She can handle a certain amount of it but after that, she might just break. Luckily for her, though, pressure is not a common occurrence in her daily life. There have been times when it was all on her and others were counting on what she said but those don't seem to happen very often. Lidia has some guts, even if it may not look like that when you first see her. She's not the shy little thing most people used to see her as. Lidia will take a dare and usually goes through with it, though there is a certain point where she will stop no matter what other people say.


Sample RP:

Sighing to herself as she sat behind most other students, Lidia watched them. It was almost funny the way some of the girls acted but maybe that was just Lidia. She shook her head, light blond curls shaking from side to side. Getting into the classroom had been easy, as she was a naturally early riser. Watching the other students slowly make their way into the classroom, Lidia let her thoughts drift. She wondered where her father was then. He had said a quick goodbye before Lidia and her brother Alexandre had gotten on the train and had just disappeared after that. Lidia had long since given up on hearing from her father while at Beauxbatons.

Looking at the board, Lidia sighed at the two words that actually pertained to her. Aguamenti Charm. She truly didn't get the use of it, at least not in her own life. But that might just be her. Lidia smiled as she imagined her father's face if he knew her thoughts right then. Lidia had been raised to pretty much never question authority, at least not her father. It was hard for Lidia to actually do, at least at school. Her father was quite a foreboding figure, except when he managed to find the fatherly side of him, which didn't happen too often. He was more of a mentor to Lidia and Alex than a father.

With another small sigh, Lidia pulled her wand out. She was already sitting in the proper area, having been drawn to it in the first place. It just made things easier. She pointed her wand at the goblet, fully expecting to not manage it the first time. "Aguamenti," she said firmly but quietly, her soft voice surprisingly forceful. A small jet of water jumped from the end of her wand into the goblet and Lidia jumped, slightly taken aback. She hadn't expected to manage it so quickly. She put her wand on the table and lifted the goblet into her hand. The weight was a slight comfort to her thoughts.

Lidia looked around the room, noting everyone she recognized. There was Cory, Evan, Autumn, and a few others she simply couldn't remember the names of. Bursting suddenly through the door came Anya, one of Lidia's newest friends at Beauxbatons. She smiled at the other girl. Lidia simply wasn't surprised when Anya easily used the charm. "Nice job, Anya. But, late again?" she said, a teasing tone in her voice.

Maybe in role play you should try and develop a few more flaws in your character's personality.
Must be Rouerie.

[brookellebones]

First Name:Brookelly

Last Name: Bringston
Age: 16
Appearance: Black hair, really short, thin.
History: She was born in Italy, with her mother. She was an only child and no faimily but her mother. She instantly relized, she wasn't suppose to be here, and she was a huge mistake, from her mother just being drunk and stupid. She didn't care all that much as others would of. She was 6 and her and her mother moved to USA. Her and her mother were bestfriends. When she was 13, her mother was driving home with Brookelle. She was singing along tosongs and wasn't paying that much attention. It was late, and icey out. Her mother slid on Ice and hit a tree. Brookelle was terrified, and when she woke up in the hospital, she woke up to the news her mother was dead. She was sent to a orphanage after she recoverd minor injurys.

She was instantly adopted into a loving faimily. She didn't like it there, and she wished she was never born. She was independent, and concedid. She would always just drive around and get in trouble. Her step parents didn't mind that much, just as long as she came home. When she was walking home with her friends, this guy walked up to her and asked her if she modled. She said no, but was curious and asked why. He said he owns a modeling company, and looking for a young model. He offerd her a 5 year modeling deal. She didn't wait for a parent anserw and said yes. She signed the papers and her and her friends went to the agency. Her step parents were excited to hear the news, and argreed to drive her there and back everyday. And now she is one of the most known models.
Personality: She can be really concedid, she hates when people get on her nerves. She is independent, and hates when people get all up in her face. She's selfish, and full of herself. She is also moody. She hates people that think she is stupid, and talk behind her back. She only loves her bestfriends. And she hates her faimily. She is not afraid to swear, or say what she is thinking.

Sample RP: It was the first day of school. She was a softmore now, and the work was just getting harder and harder. I sat just watching the clock. The teacher called on me for an anserw, I wasn't paying attention and looked up. "What?" I said firm, and codly. "The anserw." He said. "Why would I know the anserw?" I said, then the bell rang, I quickly got up and walked out. Ignoring everyone. I met up with my best friends, Kelly and Alice. "God, that class was stupid. I can't belive we have homework the first day of school." I said. We got in my car, sure it was illegal, but did I care? No. If I was in Italy, I would have my lisence. I sped of ignoring all the staring eyes. I dropped Alice and Kelly off, and drove home.

When I walked in, neither of my step parents were home. Like usuall. I got out of my school clothes and changed again. I drove off. I had a fashion show coming up later. Jason, my boss wanted to see me to get an outfit and try it on. "Hello Brooke" He said to me. "Hows it going Jay?" I said. We had this close bond, after working with him for 3 years, you love him. I got in my outfit and started the photoshoot. Pose after pose... boring. "Jay, this is the same crap your giving me. Look at this outfit too, it's just about the same as last weeks!" I yelled at him. I left the set and went over to the snack table, I didn't watch my weight like most models. I stuffed a cupcake in my mouth and looked over at all the models watching me. "If you guys were smart, you would say nothing." I said, and they all walked away.

Sorry, but you're not allowed to use the names of your play-bys. please re-read the rules on the first page of this thread and the site rules.

[acecarter]

ACE JACKSON CARTER!

First Name:

Ace Jackson

• ace meaning the best, however he does not consider his name to suit who he is.
  
• jackson meaning son of jack, but he's fathers name isn't jack!
  

Last Name:

Carter.

• carter meaning one who transports goods.
  

Age:

Sixteen.

Appearance:

Ace has moderately thick eyebrows that match his hair in color. As such, they blend into his skin a bit. They lie close to even-set, almond-shaped eyes. Normally, they are a very light grayish-blue in color. They tend to look different in different light, however, simply because there are actually many different tones underlying the normal blue. Occasionally, one might note a ring of light green directly around his pupil.

While the rest of Ace's facial features are gentle, his facial structure itself is rather sharp. The only thing that's particularly notable about his nose is that there's nothing notable at all about it. Straight and fairly long, it ends turned down a bit. It makes way down toward pale pink, slightly thin lips. He has high cheekbones and a well-defined jawline.

Ace stands at an impressive 6'3" and his weight fluctuates around 173 pounds. He has a tall, thin frame that may even look a bit too skinny. Perhaps a good way to describe Ace's body is "healthy". He hasn't taken the care to work out excessively or anything of the sort, but he is still relatively toned. He basically just has whatever muscle has developed naturally through puberty. It helps to contribute to the long, svelte appearance that seems to be uniform across his body. His arms, legs, and fingers, too, adhere to the same standards.

History:

Roger Patrick Cooper and Lillian May Carter married at a young age because they believed what they felt for each other was love. They were fresh out of school and decided marriage would be easy, and would satisfy them, but they were wrong. Roger and Lillian became Mrs and Mr Cooper, and moved into a house together. Only a month after the wedding Lillian announced she was pregnant with her first baby.

On the 15th of November she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, whom they named Ace Jackson Carter. Both the baby and his mother were healthy, and they went home a week or so later. Roger was always at work, working as a bank manager he claimed, so Ace grew up without a father. He missed the male company in his life, but would never complain.

On his eleventh birthday, Ace got a letter from a place called Beauxbatons. They threw it away, thinking it was just a joke. A week later they had an unexpected guest who explained Ace was a wizard, just like his great great great great grandfather. So, Ace attended but was upset when neither of his sisters got a letter. Obviously he was the freak of the family..

It wasn't untill last year, when he was fifteen, that he found out what his father had been doing to his mum and his sisters. He came home early from Hogwarts to hear someone screaming and asking for them to stop it. He walked into his littlest sister, Sierra's, room to find his father forcing himself on her, while his mother and other sister where crying in the corner of the room.

Ace flew into a rage and pulled his father off Sierra, dragging him outside. There was a fight, in which his father revealed he had been doing this to his mother since she'd had him and started doing it to both of his sisters when they turned twelve, and also the fact he had been cheating on his mother with another women. He was ashamed he couldn't protect the three most important women in his life, and has vowed to do so from now on.

At the age of sixteen he looks just like his father did, much to his shame and anger. Ace hated his father with every bone in his body and vowed to never be like him. On his sixteenth birthday they received mail from Roger, explaining they now had a baby brother. Ace tore the letter up, he wanted nothing to do with that man ever again...

Personality:

Ace is quiet, and understanding by nature. He has always been willing to lend a kind ear to those with problems, and is always there for them whether he has advice for them or not. A lot of the time he listens to people's problems and turns them into songs, adding a happy ending to it, unless the person wanted it to go badly, which is rare. He usually hopes that the happy ending gives them a will to carry on.

It is for reasons like this that he is such a loving person. His two main loves in his life are his music, and his family. He is so glad to have both of them. He even sometimes takes the poetry that Sierra writes, and turns it into a song for her. But most of the songs he makes for her aren't written for her, they're written about special girls in his life.

Ace may look like his father, but he's nothing like him. He is a sweet, loving, caring, passionate, romantic young man, who is always trying to be a gentlemen and be polite. He's forever traumatized by what he saw his father do to his sister though, and vowed never to be like him. It annoys him when he meets guys who like to sleep around with lots of girls, they remind him of his father and he tends to get in a fight with them.

He can get angry, and it is simply because he is one of the few men in the world who thinks Chivilary should have never have died. Girls coming and talking to him about getting hurt by a guy because of something the guy could have stopped and thought about first really angers him. Depending on what happened, Ace would either take his anger out in his music, or by throwing a fist in the guy's face.

He isn't one to just date any girl and dump them a few weeks later. Ace is more like the guy who will date a girl he loves, and knows will last. He wouldn't want to break anyone's heart on purpose. But when dating Ace, you should expect him to go over the top not only with his protective side, but also with romantic walks, dinners and presents.

Sample RP:

His hat was pulled low over his ears to keep them from becoming something that resembled ice, and his hands were rubbing furiously together despite the thick gloves that he had on them. Hiw mouth was mostly concealed by the scarf wrapped several times around his neck, and his coat’s collar was pulled up high. Th wind that bit at his cheeks yet simultaneously made him smile. Snow came in flurries, catching him and sticking to his eyelashes, making him blink furiously to either make them melt or fall to his cheeks where they would melt anyways. Ace Carter wasn’t one for cold weather, but there were times where he adored everything about winter.

The sky was overcast – what would one expect when it was winter and snowing? – and the clouds looked heavy. A blizzard, the young man presumed, was on its way and he immediately made no plans to leave to comfort of his common room tonight. The last thing he needed was to be in the tower and then a blizzard come through, carpeting him and the rest of the room in a blanket of snow. He could immediately see himself a blob under the snow, his eyes blinking out of the substance as though from a cartoon.

Ace chuckled, the brief closing of his eyes enough to make him stumble in the snow where he promptly fell into it. Since he was in thick clothing with next to no chance of any wet stuff seeping through, he continued to lay there. A second passed and he moved his limbs and began making a snow angel. When he decided he was finished, he didn’t get up but instead allowed his gaze to wander.

Shaking his head, another flurry of snow passed over his form and he squinched his eyes closed as it passed over his face. Once the wind died down, he opened them and saw a light dusting of the snow covering her entire body, and he smiled as he brushed it away.

This application was very well written. kudos.
I'm thinking Cossu for you.

[raif donovan]

First Name:

Raif

Last Name:

Donavan

Age:

Seventeen

Appearance:

History:

Raif was born to a wealthy pure blood family whose home resides in Versailles. His father, Arturo, had been a student at Hogwarts in year's past - a slytherin. His mother, Syerie, was a student at a school in Brazil. She had been an exchange student in Hogwarts her final year, that was when she had met Arturo. She had resided in another house though, during her attendance Syerie had been housed in Ravenclaw. After having finished school the two of them traveled to Versailles where Arturo had his family home. Having fallen in love with both the area and Arturo, Syerie made final move to Versailles and was wedded soon after.

The two were young, upon having their first son, Syerie only twenty and Arturo a year older. Raif was born the eldest son and immediately brought into a world of splendor. Three years later, his mother gave birth to twins. Camri and Drey. The newest spoils of their life. His life wasn't one of oppression, but of boredom. Soon after followed by an onslaught of rebellion. His parents as caring as they were proved a bore to him. His father was always hosting a gathering of some sort. Whether it be a fundraiser or a social gathering. His family was a mixture of socialites, there was rarely a time when the family were the sole occupants.

Often he could recall being the sole delight of the party, it wasn't uncommon for him to play host. At first the attention was overwhelming, but he soon grew to love it. When he had reached the age of nine his mother had gone about teaching him the ways of the wizarding world. Which he could recall being an aggravating prospect. He had not been unaware to the so called success of his family. It wasn't a task he was sure he was ready to handle, which proved an annoyance to his father. His mother was more calm to the prospect, but his fathers anger was never out of hindrance. Raif, didn't care to be the perfect child everyone intended him to be. In all sense, magic rather bored him. He could recite the incantations and study them, but as it was something he was expected to learn he really didn't care. He put as much effort as it took to complete the studies nothing more, which his father saw as hindrance.

He did the things he did, to annoy his father, gain attention - if nothing else. His mother, though still adoring moved onto teaching the younger of his siblings hoping for more excitement. His sister of course was excited, the very prospect of magic thrilling to her. Raif had always had a fondness for her, even in their difference. He was rather shallow in his wants or purpose, rarely caring. Camri on the other hand was excited for any new aspect in life. It was to their parents dim disappointment when his younger brother, Drey, was realized to be a squib. It was disheartening really. Raif couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy, but at all ends was glad that it had not been him. His lackened efforts proved more of annoyance to his father after this discovery, who was worried that Raif wouldn't fulfill his family name.

It was all rather stupid, or so Raif thought. All the significance laid on a name. He had always been one who had thought he would make a name for himself, not follow the footsteps of another. He hated the thought of being shadowed as a follower. Though he had become well known among the social gatherings, it was not from his fathers good will. Arturo had long since stopped boasting unappeased by the boys rebellious action. Raif had become a persona, much like is father, seeking attention in his own way. Raif, was consumed with relief have received the invitation to Beauxbatons. A chance to be rid of his dull life at home and make a name for himself.

Personality:

Raif seeks attention in any manner of speaking. Having grown up in a socialistic home, it was something he had frown accustomed too. He likes having attention, or making it. His intentions are self propelled for the most part. An easy talker, he can engage in conversation with most any individual, but that's not to say it will always turn for the best. He is plagued by an ill temper and has been proven to be stubborn in his ways. He is one who likes to have things done his way and no other. Raif will stubbornly resist any other notions, passing them by with a simple wave of his hand or perhaps arguing the point. He is extremely testy and quick to make judgment.

He is a casual flirt, any instance a worthy occasion. Raif does not like to tie himself down, a relationship being the last of his worries. He finds the attachment bothersome, tying him down from other duties. Raif has a quick wit and is fast to use it, when a conversation becomes testy. His judgment may be swift, but it is lasting. Raif doesn't often give second chances, the first always having left the lasting impression.

AS one might expect, he isn't haughty about his pure blood status. Is is something he tries to ignore, not wanting to uphold the lifestyle of his father. He is rather close about his past. It isn't as though he has anything to hide, Raif just likes to let people know him on a general basis and not let people judge him for what he was. The present is his main concern. He comes off as mysterious and secretive for his lack of history, but he finds it to make greetings much more interesting.

Sample RP:

He winced as the harsh light rushed to meet his eyes, a stark contrast to the darkness which had just recently consumed his senses. Raif wake up, you have to be leaving soon! Of course, who would be more excited than camri. Huffing he lifted his head off the pillow, resting his weigh ton his elbows. White light flooded the room, so uncommon, as he preferred that the space stayed dark. Scowling he threw a pillow at her, smiling as she gasped with the contact. He laughed at the pout which etched on her features. That's what you get for waking me so early. Raif fell back on the bed, his gaze peering at the clock on the wall. It was only 8:52. He still had another four hours before he even had to leave the house and his bags were already packed. What in the world are you thinking waking me so early. Four hours Camri! he emphasized, casting her a glare.

He watched as she crossed the room softly, her black tresses falling gracefully about her shoulders. He couldn't help but smile, the girl was too sweet for her own good. Well your leaving soon, and had I not woken you. You might have slept the day away. I'm not sure how long it'll be until I see you again. She said stiffly, shoving the pillow in his face. Staggered, he puled the pillow off his face drawing her into a hug. You know I'll keep contact Camri, and only a term before break. He laughed, reassuring her. Maybe he would miss her too much for her own good, she was the one he truly cared for. Of all his family he would miss her most, but he was ready to be away from this dull lifestyle.

Besides you couldn't honestly hole me up here, I'd die. He said, gazing at her intently. She shrugged her shoulders slightly, a soft incoherent mumble on her lips. Soon enough, you'll follow me there. He said, smiling, knowing that the fact would cheer her. As he knew it would, Camri's face lit with a smile and she shoved him playfully. Oh wait for the day, when you have your sister to ruin all your spoils. He rolled his eyes, the girl knew him better than she should. Indeed having her around would make things more.... complicated.

[Not my best, hope it will do

I'm thinking Sournois.

[resiviortoka]

First Name:
``Reservoir

Middle Name
``Alexia
Last Name:
``Toka
Nick Name
``Resie
Age:
Forever 17
Appearance:
Resie, he is very....Flawless. His hair is a bronze, brown coloration, messy...But, tamable. Very.....Fixtured in its own way. When he wants, he will make sure his hair is nice, mostly for dances and classes, otherwise? Bed headed Resie!! Hes very neat and organized...Not.


Height:
6'2
Weight:
210 ilbs
History:
Resie....Born in the earlier 1890's...Once 17, in 1901, He had the Spanish Influenza, he was put in the hospital. With his mother, Jessica. Whom was also put with the deadly deasise....Adam Toka...He was a very experienced doctor, and took Resies and Jessicas case...

The day Jessica died, she asked Adam...."Please, save my baby....Let him live, do whatever you have to..." and she was gone for good. Adam promised, it was a Christmas promise. For it was Christmas Eve...Adam later, learned, Ressie was to die, too. As you should expect, Adam and Cierra are Vampires. Pure veggitarians..Accept, Cierra..Anyway, Adam couldnt stand loosing Resie....So, once Resie was about minutes from death...Adam bit him.

Pain of the venom attacked Reservoirs vains....His blood thickened to black blood, and his heart raced, shutting down finally. His body lay lifeles..Limp...For a moment, Adam thought he had killed Resie...But, Resie finally moved. The pain stopped, and the screaming, too. Adam was relieved.
Personality:
Hmph.....How to describe ol' Resie. Well, for starters, he is very...Picky on his friends. ...

``Judgmental``

He might judge you at first sight, its a habit. He was always like this, really. But, eventually. he'll decide if he wants to get to know you. If you're friendly, he might give you some glares, and pass you by until you talk to him. Hes a piss ass sometimes!! If you're cruel, or like him? He'll find away to pick a fight with you, meany he is.

``Impatient``

Resie loves speed, and needs speed. Otherwise? He will get pissed, and hurry you, or become angered. Speed is his thing, because he is fast, swift. Cierra and Alice call him Fox. Hm. Pet name, really. He doesnt like waiting in class, but gets over it. For, he thinks the teachers are to slow in teaching.

``Mean, Pushy, and Secretive, and Kept To Himself``
Res can be very, very mean in punches, and bites. If you piss him off, he will pin you, and smell you're blood. Biting you. He likes to cunsider his biting like...Having a knife slide into butter. Smooth, butter. Pushy? DUH! If you are not to his liking, he will corect it himself, and, as before? Hes impacient. Secretive? Why yes. Well, kept to himself and Secretive are mostly the same thing, really. He doesnt like talking, really. Hes more of an, 'if you teach me, i'll listen.' person. And he it. A perfect figure of listening, really.b
Sample RP:
"Hmph!" Alice complained, impacient! And she was the nice one...Hm. Thought, she wasnt pushy like Resie, hm. He sighed in annoyence as Alice waited for him to give her the remote, "C'mon, Resevoir!" She yelled, grabbing at him. He easily pushed her away, he looked at her eyes, he could read her thoughts, "Aliceanna!!" He yelled, aupalled, "What?" She glowered. Resie crumpled the remote by slamming his hands together, "How dare you." He hissed, leaning up, and walking away. Alice stood, like what the frig?

Resie moved out the mansion door swiftly...He'd leave for Beauxbatons alone, now. He didnt care. He paced the stable, 25 stalls on both sides, he paced. A black stallion snorted in anger as Resie went back and forth, "Alright, Rivan." he snapped, letting the horse into the aisle way, Resie mounted, and the horse bolted out, leaping into they air. It was like Resie was riding on land., The beautiful features of Resie move, and the pretty features of Rivan moving, were as if they werte being caried by angels.

About two days....Passed, and they crossed over, beauty. Resie entered they enchanted forest, landing on Rivan. But the footing was wrong, and Rivan tumbled, landing on Resies chest, Resie yelled, feeling the pain of his horse. Not his own, no. Rivan was a pegasi, only, without wings. Normal blood. Resie squirmed out from under the stallion, and pet its mane. Broken neck. A silver like tear left Resies eyes, and he pet Rivans neck. 721 years old...Never had an injury, this Rivan. Thats why he lived so long.

Resie leaned over and bit Rivans neck, sliding his large fangs easily into the animals butter like neck, he drank. Though, now, his horse would live inside his own soul. It hurt him to do this, he wasnt hungry. He pet the animalsneck, and took off running. To the lake, he stood. Looking into the water. Seeing no reflection. He listened heating fights between lovers, and conversations of others....

Powers: Well, there not powerplay powers, only with the players permissions, he can read minds. Though, if he cannot read there mind, then he can see there persona in there eyes.

Your appearance needs to be longer and stronger and your history is far too closely related to that of Edward Cullen, years and all. Please fix this.

[violentkiss]

First Name:

Fallen

Middle name:

Gabriel

Last Name:

Van-Keuren

Nickname:

Light

Age:

16

Appearance:

History:

Born September 8th, 1991 in New York City, New York. Fallen's mother went into a coma just after giving birth to her. Her father died after that from a sickness. Fallen was too young to remember what the sickness was called. So Fallen has been living with her grandmother, Azrael. When she was just 5 years old Fallen started modeling for a local talent agency in new York. Once she turned seven she quit modeling and took up ballet. Fallen was really good at dance and she took it up quickly. Advancing to higher levels then the dancers who she started out with. She had moved onto pointe shoes when she turned ten. Something not very common for most dancers, but her teacher thought it was necessary then to keep her in the lower levels.

When she went into Jr. High Fallen's grandmother enrolled her into a private school for vampires and humans. Right after that Azrael died. Fallen thought of it as a school for the rich kids. And she was right. All the kids going to her school were rich. All but her. There fallen met a boy named Charles and they became the best of friends. Charles was a human, a mortal, but Fallen could care less of what his blood was. All that mattered to her was that they were friends. In the next year fallen had sadly come into acquaint with a snobby rich girl named Michelle Abaddon Le-Clair. Every vampire from the school's middle name was that of the fallen angels. It was a sort of tradition for the vampire clan in New York. The humans there didn't notice it though. Michelle had decided to make Fallen's life a living hell just because she knew she could. Fallen tried her best to not let it phase her, but Michelle sought to use Fallen's one weakness. Charles.

Michelle seduced Charles and made him her boyfriend. Charles went along with it willingly and left Fallen. Michelle wouldn't let Charles have any contact with Fallen. Which broke Fallen's heart so. He was the only person she could talk to then. Until she met a vampire names Christen Vine Bennett. Her and fallen quickly became friends. Christen was a model and she persuaded Fallen to go back into modeling. She quickly agreed knowing it would get her mind off of Charles. They went to their first audition and were accepted. For their photo shoot they were assigned to jet to an island off the coast of Mexico. It was very beautiful there and thats where Fallen met him. Daemon.

Emerald green eyes, cream colored skin, a dazzling smile, Fallen was in deep and unconditionally love, but then again so were all the other models there. Fallen felt she had no change until one day she found Daemon sitting alone at a local bar. She thought he looked lonely so she decided to sit next to him. He didn't talk to her at first, but after a few moments of silence he began to speak to her. They got into a very intense conversation. They both said a few jokes then played 21 questions until the bar started to close. after that the two of them grew closer and closer and before they knew it they hooked up.

Personality:

Fallen is a fairly shy person, but once you get to know her better she's very outgoing. She doesn't like to be talked down to nor taken for grated. Fallen has her own taste for things. she prefers lots of color, but normally wears pale colored clothes to make herself seem less pale. She never really was the star of the show. Standing in the background and watching people was her preferred rather then being center stage. Fallen loves to have an interesting conversation with people when she can. But she's much too shy to just walk up to any old stranger and attempt to talk to them. A few words most people would use to describe her would be: mysterious, curious, shy, and graceful. Mysterious because she's aloof with people. Never fully telling them what she's thinking when they ask. Curious because when she meets someone she likes she wants to know everything there is to know about that person.

Shy because she's not someone who can be the center of anything. And graceful because when she walks she puts just as much grace and poise into it as she would when she's dancing.

Sample RP:

Walking slowly towards the door Fallen took in a deep but jagged breath. Letting it out slowly as Fallen reached for the handle. “Is this really what you desire?” The voice came from behind me, sounding velvet like yet distressed. “It’s not as though I have a choice now do I?” the words came out harshly. It didn’t feel like it was her saying those hurtful things to him. “You have a choice! Everyone does, even you.” “If that were true do you really think we’d be here now? Do you?” A tear fell from her right eye onto the floor at a rapid speed. Fallen could feel his hesitation as he lifted his heel off the ground in an attempt to walk towards her. His mouth opened but he spoke nothing, nothing at all.

“I know what you’re thinking, so please don’t say it. Don’t be trivial with me now, just please don’t I’m begging you.” Fallen tried to blink the tears away, but found herself at a loss. They all poured out at once as my body started shaking. She felt venerable, too venerable. It wasn’t something Fallen normally did in front of people, especially not in front of Daemon, never. Daemon stepped towards Fallen and hugged her from behind, “I don’t think it’s trivial though. And I’d appreciate you stop probing me thoughts. I hope that’s not too much to ask of you now.”

“Alright,” that’s all Fallen could say as she turned around to look into his eyes. They were glass like as though he as well was trying to hold back tears. She couldn’t look at his eyes any longer. It was getting too painful. Fallen turned on my heels and faced the door once more. Shaking my head of all thought she turned the handle once more and the door opened with a loud creek. Turning around there was nothing to be seen behind her but black. Everywhere she turned Fallen saw nothing but black, it was suffocating. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. Fallen grabbed a hold of her neck in hopes some air would pass through her lungs. No luck. Fallen's eyes were getting heavy, but she tried to stay conscious. Well at least as conscious as possible. Fallen's eyes wouldn’t do what they were told, they closed on her. She fell unconscious for who knows how long, but when she woke Fallen found herself in a bewitching rose garden.

In your history, there is no mention of magical blood other than vampire blood and though it was an interesting and well-written history, it has nothing really to do with Beauxbatons. Please adjust this to be sorted.

Oh yes I know, but that's because it's a different school. It's a Jr. High private school. lol It's hard to explain, but it's really just a Jr. high where most of the vampires in New York City, New York go to. Its the school my character went to before she was accepted to Beauxbatons. & I'm glad you find my history interesting ^-^ it took some times to write it all lol.

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Must be Rouerie

[iff]

First Name: Aryl
Middle Name: Elizabeth
Last Name: Nemesea
Age: 14
Appearance:
History: Aryl was born in Russia, Moscow. Her mother, Alessa is Vampiric-blood and her father, Alexander muggle. Aryl was born in the end of December, at the new years eve.
And cause her mother is vampire and her father human, Aryl is half-vampire.

Aryl doesn't have any sisters or brothers. Her life is easy but sometimes she argues with her mother. When she was celebrating her 10th birthday, a week later, they moved to England, London, where they live right now.
Some months later, her mother died. She was murdered by vampire hunter by protecting her.

After funerals Aryl was taken to the orphanage. She lived there five months before her aunt Samantha came there and took Aryl to her new home what was in Northern Ireland. Aryl made friends with some girls and Samantha's daughters Elion and Gloria. Both girls are students in Hogwarts.

One day she got message from her friend who lives in Russia that her father had died. He was murdured by one drunk. Now she hates her life and she couldn't go to Russia without her aunt and she even didn't want to. Living this way, without her parents is hard to Aryl, but she's getting use to it.

Personality:

Aryl is cheerful person, only sometimes her memory of her mother will make her miserable. She loves to play on guitar, piano and on violin. And also she portraits when she is bored.

About her misery :
When Aryl is miserable, she is like schizophrenic . She can break things, she can say words that you've never heard and most of the time she talks in Russian. (Yup, I will sometimes post some things in russian.) And she can even cry when she is sad. And cause she's half-vampire, her strenght is at this moment dangerous and she can kill someone .(Don't worry! I won't kill anyone )

Most of all, Aryl loves company.She hates to be alone. Aryl also hates people who are trying to be something what they're not or people, who are not friendly. Most of her time, she spends drawing and singing.

Sample RP:
Aryl entered the library, two books in her hands and heavy schoolbag on the other hand. What was in schoolbag? Books, of course! She was reading all night about vampires, werewolves, dragons and the other creatures what were in magical world.
Aryl pulled her dark hair out of her face and she sighed.
After it she raised her eyebrows. No one was in library, except one girl who was reading one big book. 'Wow,' she thought and sighed, as she walked there and sat down opposite her. Well, she just liked company, no matter with who she was. ,,Hello," she said, smiling at girl. Aryl opened her book about vampires.
And now she had remembered something! She remembered the last time when she was in library with two girls and Jay. It was funny to remember things like that. Aryl giggled quietly.

For your application, things need to be much longer and stronger. Your history mentions nothing about Aryl's magic or anything of the sort and there is no personality section at all. Please follow the template given in the first post of this thread.


You mention nothing about what happened to the father. I suspect he is dead, but when and how? Also, you go from calling her Aryl to Elizabeth and sometimes Liz. I would suggest you stick with one name/nickname to keep other readers from getting too confused. Lastly, if you want to speak in Russian that is fine, but please make sure you translate it at the end of the post in OOC.

Must be Cossu