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Post by esmeraldastone on Jan 3, 2009 15:55:22 GMT -5
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Post by erica on Jan 4, 2009 12:34:10 GMT -5
First Name:
Erica
Last Name:
Littleton
Age:
Seventeen
Appearance:
 
Erica was always the one too look like her mother- the gorgeous blonde locks and brown chocolatey eyes with the lovely white shining teeth.Yet something about her was different. Her nose was always different than her family. If you looked at her sister(who also looked like there mother) there's a big difference in height-Erica was so tall and athletic as a child and wants to carry on being like that.Erica does believe in make-up but only a little bit.She stands at 5'9 and weighs about 8 Stone.
History:
Her mother was a pure-blood witch who was born in 1979 and was an only child of Mika and Keira Carr(neé Washington) and they decided to call her Lita Leah Littleton better known as the three L's at school. She met the love of her life during her time at Beauxbatons, where she had a long reign as a Head Girl for 3 years but then she had to leave Beauxbatons as she turned 19. It would of happened at one point.She then married to a young gentleman at the age of 20 while she was training to become a Charms Professor. She decided the marriage didn't work out then married again at the age of 21. A year later and that was the right choice. She married Erica's father Alexander III, the nephew of the Duke himself. He also happened to be a pure-blood.
Alexander Littleton III was a rich and healthy man. Born in 1978-1 year apart from his love Lita.He was born on Valentines Day when he was young people used to say he was struck by Cupid when he was born because all the girls loved him and he was a ladies man himself.
At the age of 21 a perfectly beautiful baby girl was born. Erica Yasmin Littleton.She was beautiful,fine,cute and bubbly as a baby but she had very very sensitive skin. She couldn't even have baby powder on her it would cause a rash. Alexander was to be the next Duke of England. Yet he was perfectly happy to be none royalty. He and his family moved to France. Just before Erica started to speak meaning Erica began to think she was French. But she was actually English. Her mother was Spanish and had a Spanish accent as well.But living in France she then was given a French accent she was older. Her father was English but again got an French accent while living there when he was old.
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Post by veanna on Jan 4, 2009 16:31:40 GMT -5
First Name: Veanna Last Name: Roberts Age: Eighteen Appearance: History:Veanna was the eldest of two girls born to Craig and Danica Roberts and was a healthy baby. Quiet and reserved, she only cried when the necessary things were needed. As a toddler, she was all over the place and getting into things. Which was normal for a child that age to do. At night her parents read to her and like children do, she absorbed quite a bit of useless information at the time. By the age of seven, Veanna was a bright young girl and liked to learn all sorts of things. Always questioning her parents about why this? Why that? What Happened to so and so? Just the normal fifty million questions that raced through the young child's mind. When Veanna turned eleven, she was accepted into Hogwarts. During her first three years at there, Veanna struggled trying to juggle so many things at once. She took seven different classes because she was curious about everything. Between her classes and homework, she hardly had any time for friends or boyfriends at that. Though during her fifth year, she cut back her classes down to four and was able to focus better on her studies and make friends in the process. She seemed to have no problem making friends, she had a bright cheery outlook on things. In her Sixth year, Veanna worked hard to excel in her classes and hoped to be successful in school. Only to find out that later, her father was asked to work in France. So her parents packed up and moved to France, this meant that she would have to start over again. All the hard work that she had accomplished just to start back at one. She didn't have much of a choice, so she went along with it. After a couple of weeks of being in France, Veanna received her letter from one of the finest schools, Beauxbatons. Not quite so thrilled, but thrilled to get back to finishing school, she packed up and was sent to the school. Personality:Veanna is a well rounded young woman, she works hard in life to succeed and do the best that she can. Having always put everyone before herself, she has bent over backwards for friends and family, never asking for anything in return. She likes to have intelligent conversations with old and new faces. Veanna has always been the kind to make friends quickly, being sensitive to others feelings and emotions, she tries to be supportive. She has a great personality and is funny, she knows when to have fun and when to be serious about things. She makes for a great listener and is always willing to give advice to those who seek it. There will be times that you will find her quiet, mostly when she's reading a great book or just meditating. On rare occasions has Veanna every showed her mean streak. She knows her strengths in that area and tries not to lash out, she will more than likely try to think through things first. However, she has made rash decisions resulting in severe injuries to the other person. Think of Bellatrix LeStrange mad, you can almost compare her to Veanna when she gets mad. So she tries to stray away from that side of her, which is why she tends to think things through. She doesn't take kindly to disrespectful people. Overall, she a sweet, loyal and loving woman who would give her life to those whom she cares about. Sample RP:
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Post by micahlove on Jan 4, 2009 21:55:31 GMT -5
FirstName:
micah daisuke
Last Name:
kiryuu
Age:
sixteen
Appearance:
  
History:
When Gabriel and Micah were born, their parents decided to name them after angels. Gabriel meaning Angelic Messenger, whom was “strength of God”. Micah meaning angel of divine plan whom watches over spiritual evolution. Their parents really did give that much thought to their names, but Micah had always felt like his name would have a special meaning for him. A meaning that his parents wouldn’t realize. He actually dislikes his parents a lot and has never really talked to him, because only after a month, he was given to their mother’s sister, to Micah’s and Gabriel’s aunt. She wasn’t able to have her own children, which is why her sister, Micah’s mother, decided to give Micah to her, thinking that “it was too much bother to have two babies to take care of at the same time”. Never did she know though that her sister wasn’t a very capable at being a mother. Perhaps it was God’s decision not to give her any children, yet still Micah was sacrificed.
The aunt, named Agnessa, had always wanted a perfect child. And what exactly was a perfect child? Someone that did everything she wanted. And it seemed like Agnessa had always had a wrong picture about children. Had she known that they cry a lot, plead for things, loves to play around… she would have never wanted a child. Too bad she had already decided to take care of Micah. When Micah was still a little child, he was quite a lot like Gabriel; happy-go-lucky person. He loved to play and run around, but this didn’t satisfy Agnessa whom thought that beating the hell out of a person was the best way to teach them and give them their lesson. Yes, Micah got beaten up a lot. And very bad at times too. Micah had to be taken to hospital quite often yet Agnessa always was able to cover herself up in some way. She was good at acting and lying. And Micah wasn’t ever brave enough to tell the truth. That is when he started to change more and more. He kept studying, stopped playing and ignored all the other people except Agnessa and Gabriel.
Even though Micah was taken care of Agnessa and he had to call him mother, he still had always known that she wasn’t his real mother. He wasn’t stupid and knew that Gabriel was his brother. The two of them had always had a connecting between them, some kind of telepathy type of one. The two of them got a long perfectly and were a lot closer than blood. Gabriel had always been Micah’s number one person in the whole world and he would look after him and take care that nothing bad would happen to him. He had always also wanted to check out the persons whom Gabriel dated very carefully, not wanting his brother to get hurt and heartbroken. Yes, they share quite an extraordinary relationship, more like very close best friends than anything. They would never keep any secrets from each other either.
When Micah turned fourteen, he met a girl called Haruka with whom he fell in love immediately. Haruka was able to get a different kind of personality out of Micah, and when he was around her, you would see him smiling widely and laughing all the time which was a total shock to other people whom knew Micah; they had not seen him act like that before. The two of them spend most of their times together, not wanting to leave for even a minute. Also, Micah never told about Haruka to Agnessa; he was too afraid that she would do something to Haruka. The two of them met secretly, only telling a few people that they were going out. They also had started to plan wedding and other future stuff like that, thinking that they would stay together forever. One night though, he got a phone call from the police. They told him that his mother had gotten injured badly after trying to do a suicide by jumping in front of a car. The two people in the car had hit a tree and both died instantly, the people being Haruka and her father. Micah cried the whole night, blaming himself from the whole happening; so his so called mother had found out. This caused Micah to change to his old dark self, everyone starting to think that they wouldn’t see his smile ever again. Including himself. He believed that.
A year later, Micah turned sixteen. He had been in school and done various part-time jobs, but his grades weren’t anymore as they used to be plus he got kicked out of his part-time jobs often for being “too lazy”. He often just kind of forgot about everything around him and just stared out of the window at the sky which is why he also forgot to do his work. Agnessa wasn’t pleased. Not at all. After the car accident, she had lost feeling in her legs which is why she had to be in a wheelchair. This made it harder for her to beat Micah up. Then she heard that Gabriel had been sent to Beauxbatons. Even though Agnessa was a pureblood, she had never really been fond of magic. She had thought that she would never send Micah to a witchcraft and wizardries school, but after hearing about Gabriel going there, she decided that perhaps it would get Micah’s grades back up. Therefore Micah was send to France and… he entered to Beauxbatons academy.
Personality:
Micah isn’t very outgoing person. He doesn’t like to be around people really (except some whom are VERY close to him) and he rather wants to be alone. He also ignores people a lot and he does have more enemies than friends. Though even more than enemies he has… total strangers. He seriously tries his best not to get to know that many people. Micah doesn’t want to get close to anyone, especially after what happened with Haruka. He definitely doesn’t want to lose anyone close to him which is why he also tries not to get close with people. Having a brother and a best friend like Gabriel, is enough for him, because he knows that Agnessa wouldn’t even dare to try to hurt his twin.
Even though Micah isn’t very fond of talking with people, he still isn’t quiet really. He speaks his mind whenever he wants to and is able to be very straightforward. He hates lying more than anything which includes liars. If you tell him even a small lie or a white lie, he will hate you for long time. Maybe even forever. That’s just the way he is. It is probably because Agnessa is a huge liar. Therefore he’s always as honest as he just can be and if there is something he doesn’t want to say or something he wants to hide… he reminds quiet. He doesn’t want to tell lies. People might take that as a good or as a bad thing.
In the end Micah is actually quite kind hearted and just wants everyone to be happy and get along… most of the times. Well, at least he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to anyone, unless they happen to hurt someone close to him. Otherwise he actually can be quite twisted and mysterious, being able to think up various kinds of torture things for his enemies in case they really do something enough bad to the people he cares of. Then you really don’t want to be anywhere near to him. Micah really doesn’t what happens to him and isn’t worried about going to prison or anything which is why he is able to do anything. Not that he would though unless he thinks it is necessary.
Seeing as Agnessa wasn’t very fond of witched nor wizards (unlike Nikolai, her brother), Micah never learned any magic from her. Gabriel’s family was different though, so he learned a little bit from them, but not that much really. Therefore suddenly going to Beauxbatons had made him wary. This wasn’t very much like him though, because he usually never really cared about anything and just went with the flow. This time though, he really had been unsure to going to the school, but decided that he could do it as long as Gabriel would be there too. Also, even though Micah doesn’t know much about magic, he’s smart as well as fast learner. Therefore learning magic wouldn’t really be a problem. He trusts in himself and knew that he would get a hang of it fast. Agnessa also knew this which is why she really hadn’t want Micah to leave, but she felt like she didn’t have any other choice.
To be honest, Micah isn’t a reader type. He thinks that doing stuff is easier way to learn that read about things from books. This is the way he learns the best. So therefore he isn’t a bookworm and you won’t see him often carrying a book with him or anything… at least not back at home. Perhaps in Beauxbatons he might carry one, only to make people think that he’s concentrate into reading book, so that they wouldn’t talk to him, but that’s it. He wouldn’t really be reading it. Would you consider this lying? Micah doesn’t. He counts it as ignoring which is what he does. A lot.
Micah can also be quite arrogant. He doesn’t think that highly about himself, but after all, he does say whatever comes to his mind. Therefore a lot of people think he’s arrogant and that he doesn’t care about others. In the other hand it is true, though he does care of the ones that really are close to him. But if a stranger is in danger and he would be able to help… he most likely wouldn’t. He would think it would be waste of his time, thus why ignore the person and even leave them to die. It is bit strange though, if you really know Micah. His close ones would think that he would never do such a thing, because he is so much different around them.
Sample RP:
Micah hadn’t ever been much out of his country. Never actually. Nor had he ever even been in too many trips either. When Agnessa, his “mother”, would have had a vacation, they would have just stayed at home while she relaxes and gets drunk, forcing Micah to do all the work that needs to be done at home, example making lunch and cleaning. Therefore when he had had to ride a plane all alone, he had been a bit worried. In the end though he had decided that it really didn’t matter where he would end up as long as he would just get as far away from Agnessa as possible. He wasn’t stupid though which is why he had managed to get to France without any kind of problems. Even finding his way to Beauxbatons had been quite easy to him, even though his aunt/mother hadn’t been explained stuff to him too well. He had gotten a letter from Gabriel though which had helped him out quite a lot. He also knew that he wouldn’t have to be worried when he would get into Beauxbatons; Gabriel would be guiding him there too.
Still the young Asian boy had been nervous a bit which is why he hadn’t really gotten any sleep during his trip. Only when he got into the train, he started to feel very tired and exhausted, deciding that he would close his eyes for just a second and rest a bit, but in the end he had fallen asleep. He had slept for about two hours until waking up again when hearing an announcement in the train where a woman voice informed that the train would soon arrive to the last stop. After stretching his arms bit, he had taken his trunk and already left from the compartment and went to wait in the corridor until the train would stop. Taking the nap had actually made him even more tired and he felt like just falling on the floor and start sleeping there. He closed his eyes again before he already felt that the train stopped and the doors opened, so he walked out.
It was rather cold, also snowy which is why he wrapped his scarf tighter around his neck before he continued his trip… by walking this time. After about an hour he finally had arrived over to the Beauxbatons academy’s gates, just standing in front of them and looking at them. It was already quite dark and the time was about 11pm already. Also, it was Wednesday which is why most of the students were probably already asleep since it would be a school day tomorrow. Therefore he expected Gabriel to be sleep already too, so he decided not to notify him until tomorrow that he had finally arrived.
Calmly the boy started to work towards the huge palace, seeing a few lights in the palace windows, but most of the rooms were totally dark. It didn’t take long when Micah was standing in front of the huge oak door and he pushed them open, taking a first step inside to Beauxbatons palace. He looked around curiously, noticing a huge staircase and a bunch of doors which one would lead to his destination; dining chambers. He remembered what Gabriel had told him which is why he knew exactly what door would lead to where he was supposed to go. After taking a few steps forward, he already pushed the other doors open and walked into the huge Dining chambers; the place really amazed him. He had not ever been into magical placed before so of course it surprised him a lot. So here he would get sorted. In which house would he get in? He didn’t really know much about the houses, so he didn’t even bother to guess, deciding to leave to leave the decision to the Sorting Cloak.
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Post by barker on Jan 7, 2009 0:08:50 GMT -5
First Name: June
Last Name: Barker
Age: 17
Appearance:
History:
June was born and raised in Liverpool, England. It wasn't the wealthiest of places but it was a place that her family wanted to raise their children so they weren't spoiled. How is that so, you may ask - Well June's family is very wealthy. However her parents feared having children that would need money for everything, so they tried their best to raise them without the sin of greed. They lived in a nice house in Liverpool, a stereotypical picket Fence and a large backyard. June and her brothers lived normal lives, their parents teaching them life lessons and morals for them to function properly in the world today.
As a child June and her brothers didn't go to a normal muggle school. Being of pureblood origin her parents knew that they where witches and wizards - so they kept them home and taught them the essentials. Math, reading, the basics that they would learn at Muggle school. Their parents also made them learn a language, and June chose French. June's parents made sure that they mingled with muggle children so they would get the best of both worlds, and not be corrupted by the views of dark wizarding world. All in all June and her brothers had a very good up bringing.
June was very close to her mother, and at age ten she was devastated by her death. Unknown to June until a few months before her death, her mother suffered from Lung Cancer, and it eventually took her life. June was devastated as was the rest of the family, but her more then anyone. As time went on June started to take the motherly role around the house. She cleaned, cooked, made sure her father wasn't under too much stress and made sure that her brothers behaved themselves. Her eldest brother, however started to lash out when her father started to date again. He went against all the rules and not listen to anyone. The family was slowly falling apart, and b the time June was 15 her brother left the family without word, only leaving a note that he was moving out of the country, and not for anyone to follow. So no one did.
The family went back to ts normality the best that it could, June's father starting to see other people. when he finally found someone he truly cared about, June started to become hateful toward her father. She would ask how he could possibly think of remarrying after losing their mother only 6 years ago. Her father tried not to listen, and eventually asked the women to marry him. June was furious. When the wedding rolled around she did her best to disrupt it, and when asked if anyone had objections, she stood up and called the bride a .. well, not so nice word. She stormed out of the wedding, packed her things and took all the cash in her house before leaving, deciding France was the place for her to go.
When she arrived she knew the only way she was going to truly survive is to finally go to school. All the years back in England she was the motherly figure, so she felt leaving for school would be betraying her family. So she got a wand and enrolled in Beauxbatons. With no contact with her father, June still talks to the middle child, her brother, and is attempting to get in contact with her eldest sibling again. But her father is as good as dead to her now.
Family :
Father - Gary Barker
Eldest Brother - Brendon Barker
Middle Child [ bother ] - Ryan Barker
Youngest Child - June Barker
Personality:
The first thing anyone should know about June is that she is very independent. She doesn't want anyone, she doesn't need anyone, she isn't dependent on the world to save her from herself. She knows how to take care of herself and others, and refuses to wait on the world to save her and make her life better. She is very headstrong and stubborn, and she wont let anyone stand in her way of her goals. If you are in her way, prepared to be moved. She takes things as they come, and always is prepared for anything.
June is very well organized. She is intelligent as well, and knows where she is going. She is constantly on the go doing something, because she doesn't like to waste time. She doesn't even like the thought of sleeping because she feels the idea is a waste of her time. On that note, she doesn't like things that waste her time. She hates stupidity and immature relationships. She thinks crushes are overrated, and wont waste her time on elementary talk. She is hard to get and harder to keep, always changing her mind and changing her ideas on things. She is very opinionated, and loves to debate things. She doesn't like to be wrong, but when she is she will take it like a champ. She hates Quidditch and people as a whole annoy her - she would much rather be reading a book.
She hates nosy people, and she thinks that people who let the world know their business are obnoxious. She is very reserved and doesn't like to be the center of attention. If someone asks her a personal question she will change the topic as quickly as possible. Unless she completely trusts you then she wont let you in, she shuts her personal life off from the world. She is very secretive and has some pretty big trust issues. She is witty and sarcastic, and usually keeps people on their toes. You never know what she is thinking, and you never know what she is going to do next.
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Post by felicity on Jan 8, 2009 1:50:20 GMT -5
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[/I][/ul] Appearance: History:[/I] not knowing just who would roam the exact same halls as she soon will…[/ul] Personality:Sample RP: [/size] Hmm...a bit difficult to sort, but I going with Cossu.
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Post by iff on Jan 8, 2009 11:13:59 GMT -5
Sorry,few days away  Edited my post. Damn, that's really hard for me. xD And I will translate russian words  |
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Post by baybeh on Jan 9, 2009 23:09:32 GMT -5
First Name:
Angelica Fay
Last Name:
Powell
Age:
Sixteen
Appearance:
Angelica!
Family:
Stephen Powell: Stephen is a half English, half French man born to a wizard for a father and a witch for a mother. His parent’s names were Jonathan and Cassandra Powell. Stephen grew up in and out of day cares, his father was a doctor at one of the bigger hospitals in London and his mother was a muggle wedding planner, one of the best in their area, so she was always in and out of meetings with clients. As far as anyone knows, Stephen was an only child, but there were rumors going around about Jonathan having children with another woman before he married Cassandra. Stephen didn’t really follow either of his parents and the business world caught his attention. He currently works in one of the French offices for an American-based company.
Madeline Powell: Madeline is a full blooded French woman also born to two pureblood wizards. Her parents were David and Victoria Leblanc. Her father worked for a personal advisor for one of the more important men at France’s version of the Ministry and her mother was a stay at home mother, wanting to fully take care of her daughter, so Madeline spent most of her childhood traveling to the many different wizarding countries with her parents, meeting new people every week and learning a lot about different cultures and even different languages. While Angelica was younger, Madeline followed in her mother’s footsteps, but as she grew older, Madeline worked her way up the ladder and is now one of the managers at a small, wizarding boutique in the middle of Paris.
Angelica:
Angelica was born March 6, 1992 to Stephen and Madeline during the first year of their marriage. She was the one little thing that put both of them on hold. Well, Madeline anyway. She was the one who stayed at home most of the time, since Stephen was more of a workaholic and not a big family man. During the first year of her life, she never really saw much of her father except for late at night if she was restless during the night and needed a bottle or during holidays, but the few times that she did get to see him, they got along great. Family members say it is because Stephen was never really close with either of his parents.
During Angelica’s toddler life, Madeline had to deal with a very curious little witch. Even without a wand, she was able to cast little things, like, if she wanted a cookie or some other sugary treat, or even a bottle or Sippy cup, depending on her preference, so Madeline had to keep a very close eye on her daughter. One example of Angelica’s magic was the following: her mother was busy tidying up the kitchen after making lunch for the two of them and Angelica was sitting in the living room, playing with a few of her dolls. Well, since her mother was busy cleaning, she forgot about giving the toddler her daily cup of apple juice, one of the favorites, so what does the little one do? Almost blow up one of the glasses her mother was cleaning. After that, she was watched like a hawk.
Because of all of the attention when she was little and couldn’t really control her powers, she grew up kind of spoiled, always getting her mothers attention, and as she matured into a little lady, between 4 and 12, her father started to pay a lot more attention. He wasn’t really into the whole baby thing, so that was one of the reasons why he was always working, plus the fact that Angelica was a girl didn’t please him all the way, but he still loved his daughter.
Her teen years came fast and with that, came the magic tutors. She began her lessons around age ten, a year or so earlier than those in England. Through Angelica’s maternal grandfather, they had connections to some of the best. She worked on charms and defensive spells one day, then on history of the magical realm and the dark arts and another and it just sort of went like that. Her favorite out of all of them would probably be the charms because the tutor would let her practice cleaning charms on her room that helped with her daily chores.
Around the age of sixteen, her parents decided to send her to a magical academy because they feared she was the center of attention for far too long from all of their friends, and their family and the administrative staff and professors that came through here daily so they started to look for academies that were known for excellence in Europe. The final choice was between Beauxbatons or an all girls academy in Finland, so they asked her. Of course, she had been exposed to both genders of children, her parents being well known in the wizarding world, so she had plenty of male and female friends throughout her life.
In the end, she chose Beauxbatons for that reason, the boys. Sure, she was friends with them throughout her life, but something her parents didn’t really know about her was she was a huge flirt. At all of the holiday parties she went to with them, she could always be found charming one of the sons of the ministry members, her fingers curled in her hair and her voice as smooth as honey and sugar, a little innocent smile on her face, but her eyes sparkled every time. She was one of those types of girls that knew how to flirt with body language and verbally. When she gave her final decision, however, she told her parents that would be better for her to be integrated into society with both men and women so that’s how she ended up here. They had an application owled to the school within the next few days and they hoped for the best.
Personality:
Angelica was a spoiled brat for most of her life. Like her history stated, she was used to a lot of attention when her powers were still uncontrollable. She was used to getting what she wanted basically, from pretty china dolls from major department stores all over France to the most fashionable outfits from expensive boutiques made from silks and satins and of course, her closet was full of designers and different outfits from the past 16 years or so. As well as being spoiled, she was a bit vain. She knew that her parents and her grandparents before her basically made life for her very easy because she had connections all over the world and was in with most of the prominent families.
Yes, she was a brat, especially when she didn’t get her way, but she did have a slightly nice side. She didn’t show it much, but she was actually somewhat caring and trustworthy. Through her life, with all of her rich friends, there were a few that she actually spoke with on a regular basis and if one of them had a problem, she would try and help them, but didn’t really let other people know about it. She wasn’t ashamed of the positive side of her personality, she just liked getting her way and if people thought she was a softie, she wouldn’t get as much and she loved getting new things!
Sample RP:
“Where is that stupid little tube?” the sixteen year old almost screamed as she threw little tubes out of the little box on her vanity table, growling the whole time. Her parents had sprung this ministry ball on her less than a few days ago and she had gotten home too late to spend her normal 3 to 4 hours getting ready and had a little over an hour before people were going to arrive. At the moment, she was trying to find a little tube of shimmering pink lip-gloss she had bought. It was her favorite one out of all and she always wore it to these things because it made her lips look desirable. Plus, it had a little bit of a peppermint flavor and it made her breath smell nice.
Finding the little black tube under a bunch of different ones, she grinned and smirked at herself in the mirror as she sat on the bench, applying it onto her lips carefully, making a little pout and giggling a little. Standing up, she brushed off her dress, a simple black halter dress that shimmered when she walked and had small white flowers all over it. It was simple and elegant, topped off with a pair of strappy heels and she fluffed her hair. Looking down at her jewelry box, she decided to just wear a pair of silver hoops, deciding that her nose room would be a bit too much and she kicked the bench back into it’s place as her mothers voice rang up the stairs.
“Angelica! Get down here!”
“Yeah, yeah… I’m coming…” she trailed off, rolling her eyes, grabbing a white scarf to wear around her shoulders and she made her way downstairs. It was New Years Eve and normally her grandparents hosted the ball, but apparently the tradition was changed now and her house was the one to host it and she rolled her eyes slightly as she finished getting down the stairs, watching her mother flurry around the foyer, getting to the door before her father did. He sent a wink towards Angelica and she giggled before skipping to her mother’s side, looking just as presentable, just waiting for someone her own age to show up. To her great pleasure, it was one of her friends, Caroline, wearing a flash gold colored dress.
After greeting the girl’s parents, the two teens went to explore the house a bit. Sure, they both knew every nook and cranny, but it kept them busy for a little while until more people arrived. She did live in a big house after all. They chatted a bit about where Caroline went for Christmas, Spain and then Italy, for some family parties and they had just gotten back the day before and she had bought a bunch of new things and they promised to get together before their lessons started up again. During the next hour, the door bell rang a many times and voices soon filtered through the whole house, a soft hum under the beats of the wizarding music and Angelica smiled as the two teen girls spotted a group of guys a few years older then them. “Let the party begin.” She purred, giggling as Caroline and her went over to talk.
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Post by zacharias on Jan 9, 2009 23:55:04 GMT -5
First Name:
Zacharias
Last Name:
Levesque
Age:
Seventeen
Appearance:
Standing at 5'11'', Zacharias isn't the tallest guy around, but he can stand above a lot of the guys at Beauxbatons. He weighs in at about 140 pounds. He is a thin boy, yet he's got plenty of muscle for a boy his age, but it resides within a swimmers body, a sport he was good at when he went to a muggle gym during the summer time. He may not be a muscle head, but he doesn't want to be. He feels you should have brains over brawn, plus being smaller helped you sneak around people. Zacharias felt that being thin and having a seductive frame helped him get exactly what he wanted. He always gets what he wants.
Zacharias is best known for his french and italian looks. He's of both cultures, his father italian and his mother french. He inherited his mothers bright blue eyes, a family trait on his mothers side of the family. He has his father's nose and smile, having his sharp, italian looks. His good looks mean everything to him. He can be pretty vain sometimes. He actually carries a comb around to make sure his hair is always perfect. Like most of the men of his fathers family, he has dark brown hair, which has a natural wave to it. He wears it in a modern style, in a couple styles. Usually, he'll just brush it back, but he also likes to brush it down for an emotive look, and also likes to brush the sides of his hair down, then brush the top of his hair back, creating his own style. Just recently, he altered the last style, spiking his hair up into a mohawk (only in the front) instead of swiping it all back. His hair is important to him.
You will NEVER find Zacharias in knock-off clothing. He loves the best, and always wears the name brand. He loves the expensive things, and can always get them, coming from a rich family. He gets a handful of gil every month from his father. His style is usually casual, consisting of v-neck t-shirts or expensive button-ups, with designer jeans. You'll never find him looking dull, because the man has a great fashion sense--for a guy. Since Zacharias makes sure of it, Zacharias always looks good.
History:
Zacharias Angelo Levesque was born seventeen years ago, on October 23rd, to a pureblood wizarding couple named Aimee Levesque and Alessandro Augusto. It was also the night of their first real fight. They couldn't decide a last name for Zacharias. They were both proud of their heritages, and wanted to commemorate them by naming their son after them. But, they both wanted their last name to be Zacharias'. So, they split the names up, giving Zacharias Aimee's last name, and giving Alessandro as a middle name to Zacharias. After settling that, they made their way home with their newborn.
From the time the pureblood couple took their baby home, he was given anything he wanted. He was very spoiled from the time he was a newborn, until he was a toddler. He got all the toys he wanted, and with that power, got a million friends. Sure, some of them were just friends for his money, but he cared not, as long as he was the center of attention. He didn't thrive to be the center of attention, but he sure did love when he was. So, he spent most of his early years getting all the attention in the world, and thinking he was just about the only kid in the world, and the universe centered around him.
At age eight, Zacharias' behavior became unmanagable. They tried everything to get him to stop through his little tantrums, but they couldn't. Everything in their manor would be broken if he didn't cease. His father, at one point, tried to get him to stop by telling him they were going to send him to a boarding school, but that only worked for a little while. Nothing, and I mean nothing worked. But, at age ten, everything got better. Sure, he still pouted if he didn't get the things he wanted, but Zacharias no longer had tantrums. It turned out that he just needed time to grow up a bit more. His father started cracking down on him at that point, so he didn't act like a spoiled brat, even though he was pretty spoiled at times. From then on, his parents would start teaching him about magic, seeing as how he was going to be accepted at one of the prestigious magic schools. For the next year, he studied hard, already knowing what a first year would start to learn at school. In no time, he became as smart as a tack.
Zacharias' eleventh birthday finally came along, and on that day, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry sent him an acceptance letter. Since they weren't too far from the UK, Zacharias was able to go. His mother and father took him to Diagon Alley to get everything he needed. Of course, his father had to take him to Knockturn Alley, a place that Zacharias loved. He soon took the train to Hogwarts, where he'd start his magical academic career. He passed each grade he was in with flying colors, even his own made-up class, pranking. Zacharias himself would put Fred and George Weasley to shame, playing pranks on everyone he knew, and people he didn't. In his second year, he played a prank on this girl he liked. It was his way of flattery, supposively. He put a slithering snake on her books before a potions class started. She sat down and screamed at the snake, but the snake didn't like that. It arose and attempted to strike. At that time, Zacharias was afraid it'd bite her, afraid it was poisonous. So, he yelled from across the room for the snake to go away. But, normal words failed to come out. He didn't know it then, but he was talking in a snake language that his father told him was Parseltongue. His parents were so proud. Not many people had that ability. Eventually, the school was concerned about the trouble he was making, so instead of breaking his wand and expelling him, they made him transfer to another school, because detention with Filch just wasn't working, seeing as how he tied filch upside down on a tree.
His father was outraged with the school, so he decided they'd go back to their natural home, in Italy. So, they packed their bags and moved to the large Augusto Manor in Venice. That's where they made their long-time home. It was always an active manor, home to the Augusto family. When the new term started, Zacharias went to the Italian Magic Academy of Andreas. There, he discovered his power over fire again. He hadn't used it since he used to throw tantrums. One day when he got into a fight with a guy, he set him on fire without knowing how he did it. From then on, he could create fire from warmth in the air. If it was cold, it was harder than hell to make the fire. Zacharias attended the school from age 12 to 16. He still got in trouble from time to time, but he got better at making sure he wasn't caught. When he was sixteen, he finally got caught with the biggest prank he ever pulled off. The trouble was, he didn't mean to do it. One day, his first girlfriend broke up with him after a long relationship. Afterward, Zacharias ran to the woods of the school, his temper rising, his eyes watering. In a flash, his watered eyes turned orange, sharpening, fire reflecting in his eyes instead of the solid blue they usually were. His hands were engulfed in flames, and with one emotional outburst, the Andreas Woods were charred black. That was only one year ago, and yet again, Zacharias has to make a new start, at a french school he discovered. Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic, even though they knew of his troubles, saw his excellent grades and accepted him.
Now, he's at Beauxbatons Academy, leaving his mother and father home, who finally had time to go on with their careers. His mother is back to being a fashion designer for modern witches, and his father is back to being a professional quidditch player, little did he know, his father was doing work with the deatheaters.
Personality:
Zacharias is known for one thing to those who meet him for the first time--being the bad boy of the school. No matter what school he goes to, or how many friends he has, he's always considered the bad boy, because he does whatever the hell he wants and doesn't care what people think about it. Except if it comes to his looks, because he always wants to look good. He even carries a comb in his back pocket. He can be a very vain person, and he definitely judges people by their appearance. He can't stand hobo's or homeless people he see's around, since they're so poorly dressed. He can be stubborn about having money and looks, especially when people tell him that not all people can afford good clothes--and to not judge a book by it's cover. Again, he's a pretty vain person, and can be kind of cold at times. When it comes to his personality, he doesnt care what people think of him.
The seventeen year old is the most sarcastic person you'll ever meet in your life. Although he loves to make jokes, they can sometimes be cruel and demeaning. Especially if it's about a mudblood. He feels that you should be half blood or full blood to be in the magical world. Even the half bloods are somewhat unworthy to him. But he'll associate with them, but never with mudbloods. Sometimes, he doesn't mean anything by what he says, but other times when he does, it can be pretty vicious. He uses that sarcasm, along with looks to get what he wants, because he will get what he wants, and he'll do anything to make it happen. Anything. If it's something he wants bad enough, he'd even deceive his friends to get it. But, usually he wouldn't go that far. It's not that he'd say sorry easily, though. You really would have to choke an apology out of him.
Sly and clever are a couple of his best traits, according to Zacharias. He'll do anything to get what he wants, and anyone who gets in his way will end up getting hurt. Nobody stops him from doing what he wants, and nobody will hold him down. He's sly and swift, and knows how to manipulate people to do what he wants, and he uses that to his advantage. He's very smart, and knows just what to say to get under people's skin, and loves to do it. His personality doesn't take much to describe, but in a few simple words, you could say he was smart, swift, manipulative, sly, vain, and tempered.
I know what you must be thinking. Is being kind of mean and sarcastic his only traits? Well, not really. He's also charming, having a couple veela's in his family, although he has none of their powers--just good looks. Along with being charming, he's very creative. He can draw, but doesn't focus on it. He's more into photography, and everybody will find out, because he always has a camera around his neck. He snaps pictures of himself and everything else frequently. If you think you can befriend him, you can find out more about him.
Sample RP:
[this will be the scene where he burned down the Andreas Woods]
"I can't see you anymore", the blond-haired girl standing in front of Andreas Castle spoke softly before heading into the castle.
A brown-haired boy wearing Calvin Klein denim jeans, black shirt, and a calvin leather jacket, with a crimson and navy scarf, stood before the girl, watching her walk away. The boy standing there was Zacharias Angelo Levesque. He'd just been dumped by his long-time girlfriend, Circe. The italian/french boy turned away, his eyes starting to water and burn. He knew the worst would be coming. He could feel his lycanic temper building, the fire that resided within him rising like the red on a thermometer. The well-dressed heartbroken angry boy ran towards the woods of Andreas, needing a place to be alone before he totally exploded.
Hundreds of tree's blurred and passed him as Zacharias ran through the woods, dodging twigs, branches, and limbs. The angry sixteen year old ran along a path in the woods, finally reaching a place he called his own. It was a circular opening surrounded by tree's, a small pond in the center. The boy stood by the pond, trying to catch his breath. It was freezing out here in the winter time. He couldn't feel his legs, or his hands. He closed his eyes, a single tear coming out of his eyes. His hands felt hot all of a sudden. He opened his eyes, the part that used to be a silverish blue--turning to a fiery red, flames dancing around in his eyes. He looked down, watching his arm as flames shot up it, his forearm totally engulfed.
"No...stop it. Come on Zacharias..You can control it.", he told himself, waving his arm, as if it was going to put the fire out. He thought about the girl that broke his heart, the fire burning brighter in his eyes. "GAHHHHHH!", he screamed out, throwing his arms in front of him as he fell to his knee's, the fire in his eyes shooting in the air, his arms bent and pointed forward, fire eating up the leaves on the ground, spreading along the pond and to the tree's around him, the woods becoming a fire trap. Flames danced along the tree tops, the wood burning quickly, a fiery shield around the boy as he ran from the spot he'd broke down at, running out of the forest. He took a deep breath and looked back, watching the forest burn into nothing. He swallowed hard and looked up at his room. It was time to move again.
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Post by crazycookie on Jan 11, 2009 21:56:15 GMT -5
Name: Sunny Last Name: Harper Age: 16 Appearance:  History: Sunny was born to Donna and Andy Harper, pure bloods wizards. They loved their daughter more than anything in the world, so to prove it they gave her a gold locket, that was enchanted to sparkle and shine. Inside they had put pictures of themselves as a family, laughing and smiling. Sunny was only a baby when her parents were ambushed and killed. Her Aunt Jane, who was a squib took her because she wanted the money that came with Sunny. So Sunny So Sunny grew up, to learn that she was above everyone one else, and she became self obsessed with herself. She would take hours admiring herself and loving ever minute of it. But she did get lonely, because her aunt was always out and she left Sunny with the house staff. Just like all other kids, when she was 11 her letter for beauxbatons came and off she went, to a place where maybe some one would love her. Personality: Sunny is a bubbly, fun, energetic blond. Her whole life is about her, but even though she can be selfish, her heart is in the right place. She is very spastic and impulsive, but she does think she is better than most at times. Because she is privileged and beautiful she never had to lift a finger, so she lacks most normal skills. She was never really got the love a mother was supposed to give, so she doesn't know how to really trust new people, and she is slow at catching on to things. She doesn't really know what love is since she never felt it before. She feels sad sometimes when she looks at her locket and sees what her life could had been like with her real parents, but she hates being seen as weak and broken. Sample RP: "Well hello beautiful."Sunny smiled at herself in the mirror. She had just woken up and was admiring herself once again."Well what beautiful hair you have, you pretty thing." This was a normal thing that happened every morning. Talking to herself in the mirror was just a daily routine. Sunny smiled as she brushed her hair and put on her make-up. It was the last day of break before she went back to Beauxbatons. Her aunt would of course not be there in the morning to see her off to school, not that it was anything new. After finishing getting ready, Sunny went over to the window that had a small seat when she needed to think. A family was walking by. She watched them as they laughed and smiled. Unconsciously, her hand went to the gold heart locket her parents had given to her when she was born, not that she ever met them, but there was only a picture that held her true past, of what her life could have been. Her heart seemed to hurt at the thought of how happy they were and they seemed not to have a care...tears threatened her eyes, but her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door. "Sunny."Her aunt called through her door."I'm going out to dinner with some friends. I won't be back in time to see you off. Have Maddie pack your things." Sunny heard her aunt leave down the stairs and heard her and her loud friends high heels finally leave the house. She looked at herself one more time in the mirror. She was beautiful, fun, spunky and enchanted. Nothing could be wrong, especially no time for heartache or tears. She was not weak, she knew her mother wasn't weak no way could she be seen as the broken. You should probably try to expand Sunny's history a bit more in role play and check over grammer a bit.
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Post by starwand on Jan 12, 2009 19:18:25 GMT -5
First Name:
Steve
Middle Name:
Lennald
Last Name:
Kilkins
Age:
17
Appearance:
He has large, striking blue eyes. His hair is brown, long and shaggy and hangs in front of his eyes. He is fairly short and light for his age, weighing in at 113 pounds. He has a short stubble above his upper lip and on his chin. He also has long fingers, a broken nose, and large ears.
History:
Steve was born into a life of perfectness. Son of fortuitous Peter Kilkins and Estelle Roxmi Kilkins, he was very rich and got just about everything he wanted. But then one day, when he was 12 years old, his parents were killed in by Death Eaters on their way home. They hid their bodies and managed to take every single possession they owned. Steve was luckily away from home at the time, and came to find himself without a family or any money.
He avoided being put in an orphanage and lived life on the streets, becoming one with nature. At 15, he came into the open, no longer having to fear being put in childcare. He had developed a passion for animals and began studying them under many experts. He soon realized that his life's ambition was to own his own pet store and be with animals all the time, and decided to enroll in Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
Personality:
Steve really is a joy to be around. He is quite smart, even though he hasn't even gone to school yet. He is very respectful to people, and is quite charming to the ladies. For some reason, he has never truly been attracted to anyone before, suggesting he may be a loner type of person. He doesn't have any real friends yet, because he spends a lot of time with nature and trying to learn as much as possible before he is put in school.
When he is alone, Steve sometimes slips into deep sadness, reveling on his life before his parents were killed.
Sample RP:
Steve woke up to a rainy day in the woods. Water drops dribbled off the leaves and landed on his nose. His back hurt badly. He stood up, popped his neck, and prepared some gross onion soup. As he ate, he thought about Beauxbatons and the wonderful food they must have there. He couldn't wait to go. He wished he knew what it looked like, a beautiful castle, most likely, but he didn't know for sure. He had tried to find it before, but he was told that it was magically hidden and could only be accessed by special magic carriages.
Something brushed his leg. To most people, this would make them jump, but Steve just grinned and looked down. One of his little pals from the forest, a niffler who he had named Esperocious, was sniffing him. Deciding he smelled normal, he allowed Steve to pick him up. As he ran his fingers through Esperocious' fur, he knew it was going to be a good day.
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Post by alizacornet on Jan 13, 2009 22:23:11 GMT -5
First Name: Alissa
Last Name: Kerry
Age: 18
Blood: Vamprike
Wand 15in. Willow, Dragon Blood
Appearance: clickie
History: Alissa was born on the 1st of the 1st 1990. She never knew her farther. he left when she was only 1 week old, and she's lived with her mother ever sin's. Alissa was in rollded for Hogwarts but Alissa made her mother change her mind so she was inrolled for Beauxbatons sin's she was 6. Her mother help with getting all her school stuff and it was all ready for her first year there.
Alfter a year for waiting to go to Beauxbations her mother told her the she was a vampire.
Likes;
Music
Chocolate
People
Dislikes;
Muggle School
Homework
Blue's
Personality: Alissa is grumpy most of the time but when she's happy it means she hungry (for blood). She all ways cold and she never likes being careted for stuff.
Sample RP: Alissa woke up that morring. She was excited because today was her first day at Beauxbatons. She rashed her shower and packed her stuff. She pulled out 3 sutie casses and started puting cloths, books and other thing she needed. Alissa grabed her school bag and filled it with her wand, a book or two, a bottle, food and some wizard money. She hulled her stuff down the stairs to the frount door. She then ran into the kitchen to have breakfarst. Alissa's mother was in ther already. "Hey mum," Alissa said cheerfuly to her mother. "Hello Alissa," Her mother said back with a smile. "Alissa dear I have somthing to tell you," Her mother said to alissa. "Yes..." Alissa said as she sat down with a pice of toast in her hand. "Your a Vampire," Alissa's mum said with a half smile on her face. "A WHAT!" Alissa said shocked at her mother for saying that. "A vampire," She repeated herself. "mum why today, WHY?" Alissa said placing her taost on a plate. "I had to tell you someday." Alissa's mum said in a grin."ok... WELL CAN WE GO NOW?" Alissa said. She tried to ignore the fact the she was a vampire.
Please expand her personality so that you has at least a paragraph written and her history, too, could be longer and stronger with a few more details added in. And also make sure to check your spelling and grammer before posting. ^^ |
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Post by rawrify on Jan 14, 2009 11:23:36 GMT -5
First Name: Kathryn
Last Name: James
Age: Sixteen
Appearance:
Ricki is a girl who doesn't care about her appearance, but seems to always look amazing. She has hair that ends past her shoulders, and is usually dyed a strange color. She has unusually pale skin, which causes people around her to ask her if she's a vampire, even if she's in the sunlight. Her eyes change color, depending where she is. If she's in sunlight, they seem like a hazel type color, though they seem navy blue or brown when indoors. She tends to wear everything from band shirts to Hollister™ tank tops. She doesn't really discriminate any brand of clothing, as long as it fits her 'outcast'-ish style.
History:
Ricki was born to Catherine Marie and Jonathan Peter James on August seventh, though under the name of Kathryn Ricki. (She eventually chose her middle name, as she didn't want to be confused with her mother.) It was the happiest day in the James' family. No one was more excited to have a new addition to the family than the parents, even though Catherine was killed a few years after in an attack on Ricki's family. When that tragedy happened, Rick’s father began to distance himself from his daughter, forcing her to leave to a friend’s house just to be near a normal family. Her father found out where she was staying and forced her to go back home, making her realize that her father didn’t care for her, but wanted the image of a good father anyway. She remained under her father's supervision for another year before her aunt and uncle offered a real place to stay. She accepted with tremsndous enthusiasm, leaving her father behind, not caring what he thought of her decision.
Personality:
Ricki is someone that can become hyper at the smallest things. She tends to tell people that she has to stay away from sugar, or she will be bouncing off the walls after a while. She likes to spend time in an empty area and spend quality time with her guitar. She tends not to sing in front of too many people, just her friends. Singing in front of crowds has always scared her, even though she was in her church choir. Ricki just never learned how to sing by herself and stay calm. Added to that, Rick tends to go head over heels for nearly every guy she knows//meets. When she meets you and become friends with you, you basically have a friend for life. She always looks out for her friends, no matter if they are new or diaper friends.
Sample RP:
Ricki smiled as she looked herself over in the mirror. She had on a black t-shirt, an orange sweater underneath and a red dress shirt over them. Her jeans were normal, messy, torn, the usual. She slipped on her Converse and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She wasn't getting dressed, as most people would have assumed. She was just hanging out with a friend of hers, and se did plan on getting a little drunk. Okay, screw a little. A lot, but that didn't matter to her. She was still planning on having a good time. She pushed the short strands behind her ears and walked out of her room in Diagon Alley, strutted past the people in the shoppes, her feet taking her on the path of Knockturn Alley. It took her a few moments to get to the pub, but she knew she would eventually get there.
When she did, she walked in, the stench of the bar sending a wave of nausea up her stomach. She looked around, spotting Chace between the door and the bar. Perfect walking distance. As she sat across from the male, she ordered a butterbeer, as she had adapted a taste towards it. She smiled at the male."Hey. I didn't keep you waiting long, did I?" She laughed a little. It was classic for her to mess with Chace, as they had a habit of doing that to each other since they met. She knew he didn't mind, and she certainly didn't care. [/color][/size][/font][/blockquote][/size] Must be Cossu.
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Post by connorblack on Jan 14, 2009 18:48:21 GMT -5
First Name:
Connor
Last Name:
Black
Age:
Seventeen||Sixty Seven
Appearance:
here
Connor is relatively tall, standing at 6ft 2in. He has blue green eyes with blonde shaggy hair. He is often recognized by the scar that stretches part way across his left cheek. His skin is pale white, as most Vampire’s are, and he is slightly defined but not overly muscular. He often likes to relax in jeans and a casual shirt, not wearing pants that hang by his ankles or fit too tightly. He doesn’t like baggy clothes at all and hates things that are the slightest bit to tight, that goes for shoes, pants, and shirts alike. Although his body is permanently frozen in its condition, he loves to snowboard and has been through a series of accidents that should have left him with broken bones and even more scars. The scar on his left cheek is a mysterious one that even he isn’t sure how he got or why it remains there.
History:
Connor James Black was born on January 13, 1942. His parents, Sarah and Landon Black were originally from England. They were both of pureblooded families and had attended Hogwarts themselves. They moved to the United States during the war and settled in a small town on the east coast. They had both loved magic, but they wanted so much to be a part of the normal world and to escape all the craziness. Their families were devastated by the move, trying to convince the two young newlyweds that it was better for them to stay at home. Landon and Sarah felt repressed, like they were being forced to live on the same block as the rest of their family and to get involved in the same kinds of business as the rest of their family. They didn’t want to be stuck going to work for the ministry just like everyone else and relying solely on magic. They both had bigger dreams than that. Sarah wanted to be a reporter and Landon wanted to be a photographer, both wanted to be involved with the muggles. The two tried searching for jobs all along the east coast but neither of them were hired. It wasn’t until a newly starting magazine spotted them and offered the two of them jobs. Landon quickly became the Editor of Photography and Sarah the Editor of the entire magazine. They both were outlets for pure talent, and it was a startup magazine so there was really no one else who would accept the minimum pay for the position. The magazine began to grow slightly more popular, staying small for a few years before rocketing up to s better position. The two were gradually offered more until the owner of the magazine sold them the entire company.
Sarah and Landon were overjoyed that they hastily bought the company from the man and, keeping it exactly the same, made it their own. They kept the exact same jobs and the magazine continued to run just the same as it always had, except the Blacks made a lot more money than before.
Sometime during the magazine craziness, Sarah and Landon managed to have a child. Their one and only child, Connor, was born shortly after Sarah had been promoted to the Editor in Chief. She was very surprised at the idea of having a baby, and couldn’t quite make up her mind if she really wanted one or not. Landon was equally as surprised but figured who better to raise a child then the two of them? Ok, so yes he was a bit of an egomaniac but he still though that they were able to do it. Sarah thought them ill equipped. They were constantly travelling in order to find new pieces for the magazine and were much too active to put their lives on hold for a baby. Landon insisted that they wouldn’t need to and that they could simply bring the baby around with them. Times were tough in the world, and Sarah wasn’t sure she wanted to be toting a baby around with her on her travels. It wouldn’t be safe. She contemplated flying home for a month or so and having the baby there so it could live with their family back in England. Landon was dead set against that idea. They had come to America to set themselves apart from their family’s ways and their son was not going to be subjected to what they had managed to escape. The longer Sarah allowed the baby to grow inside of her the more attached to it she became, literally and figuratively. She found herself talking to the baby multiple times and was always thinking about it. Landon, noticing the change, was overjoyed. One night while the two were going over a spread Sarah made the announcement that the baby would be born in the United States and would live and travel with them, travelling only after it was old enough.
Although the Great Depression was just ending, the company was thriving and very successful, partly because Sarah and Landon were smart investors and partly because the magazine was ridiculously cheap compared to the other competitors.
Connor grew up a well travelled little boy. Most of the time his parents would limit their travels to the United States only but he did often travel to see his family over in England. He rarely was allowed to spend much time with them because he would only be there while his parents were in another dangerous country. Upon their return they would give bitter greetings to their parents and relatives and take Connor back home. Connor was given a rather lavish lifestyle. He had everything he could ever want however he was rarely around to play with such things. He had a nice room and a large house to come back to but it wasn’t long before he was being packed up and shipped off to another destination. Connor didn’t mind so much. His parents were very loving, they always talked to him and played with him and took him places on their trips. They never once neglected their child. He was the most important thing to them in the entire world. They simply had to bring him along in order to give him the life that he lived, a life of security in a time of hardship. Connor had never been brought up in a magical environment. His parents had all but abandoned magic altogether. When he stayed with his relatives he was shown what they were and what he was, but when he was taken back home he forgot all about that kind of lifestyle. He was brought up around muggles and to be a muggle. When he turned 5 it was decided that Connor would no longer travel with his parents. They hired a nanny to stay with their son when they were away and he was enrolled in a nearby muggle school. Connor had been brought up in a muggle school all of his life, until he turned 11 and received an interesting letter from an interestingly named place.
Connor originally received a letter from his parents alma madder. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Connor was surprised and very astounded. He thought his parents had taken the bait and were allowing him to go to that private school up north so he could go to school on a mountain. Even at a young age he was obsessed with winter sports and snow. However, he was completely blindsided by a letter that claimed he was a wizard and that the was supposed to start at a wizarding school relatively soon. He had taken the letter to his parents, who were both shocked and confused. They didn’t know what to do with their son. He obviously knew now, and at the curious age of eleven he asked way too many questions. They could either send him to Hogwarts or keep raising him as a muggle. They decided to let their son make the decision, and he chose Hogwarts. Connor packed up at the end of the summer and headed for Hogwarts. He spent some time there, learning the ways of magic and the like. It wasn’t until the summer that he had come home that everything changed for him.
Connor was seventeen. He had been staying with his parents back in America for the summer break and was hanging out around the property when he was suddenly attacked. Connor doesn’t remember a lot, just that when he woke up he was in a new place and a completely new person. He doesn’t know how he got there or what had happened to him, or rather, he didn’t know. He knows exactly what happened now but he doesn’t like to talk about the gory details. All he knew was that when he woke up his skin was pale white and colder than ice. He had a sudden thirst for blood that burned in the back of his throat and a interior beast that yowled for him to calm the ache. Connor tracked his way back to what he thought was his house, only to find his parents in hysterics that he was missing and a gang of police surrounding the place. He took a good look at himself, tattered and splattered in blood from his latest meal and took off running in the other direction. He was a danger to them now, and he couldn’t bear to be the one to send them to their death. Connor first went to clean up and then headed for the nearest library where he studied everything he could about Vampires. He abandoned Hogwarts and set out for a life of travel, mostly lurking in the higher slopes of the Northern Hemisphere. He boarded down just about every mountain and made casual acquaintances here and there but never anything permanent. It wasn’t until recently that he decided he needed to continue his education and change his life from one of leisure and not caring to one of meaning and purpose. Connor found himself headed for Beauxbatons.
Personality:
Connor is considered to be a very laid back guy. He takes things as they come and doesn’t stress over the little things. He is mostly quiet, though not because he is shy or because he has nothing to say. He just feels that the words he wants to speak are worth something and if you won’t take them seriously you won’t hear them at all. He is fun loving and adventurous, his greatest passion is snowboarding and he loves to get as daring as possible with that sport. Snowboarding is something that relaxes him and takes his mind away from other things. Connor has a sense of chivalry that has never left him and he doesn’t hesitate to hold a door open or pull out a chair. He frequently sports a smile, even if there is no reason, and even if he is aggravated or angry with someone. However, don’t think he can’t give a death glare either. He has charm and knows how to use it, though doesn’t often charm people persuasively or to get something he wants. Lately he has been doing that more often then he used to.
Despite his quiet persona and way with manners, Connor also has a terrible temper when it becomes him. He has been known to throw quite a fit and often must leave the scene of whatever has angered him in order to not go overboard. He had trouble controlling his temper and if he is left alone then he is able to calm himself down by simply venting it all out for a bit. However, if people try to interfere with him or calm him down themselves it only makes him more angry and he becomes a hazard. Although he has a ridiculous temper, he hates childish behavior and will often times not sink himself as low as to act like a child by throwing a temper tantrum to such a magnitude. He will not screech and scream until he gets his way, he will however argue vehemently for what he believes it right. He will not go out of his way to shun you or give you the cold shoulder, however you will know when he isn’t pleased with you. He makes it evident that he is disappointed in whatever it was that was done however he isn’t so rude as to confront someone openly. He will save his temper for times when it is more appropriate. Once his good opinion is lost, it is oftentimes lost forever. He isn’t a very trusting guy and it takes a lot to gain his trust. It is very easy to lose it though.
Connor can be rather cruel when the situation permits it. He is either one or the other, very nice and laid back or very cruel and a complete jerk. He is rather good at judging character and will automatically decide whether or not you are worth his acquaintance. He decides this mostly on the first impression, though sometimes will require further contact. However, he isn’t very judgmental. If you live your life a certain way that’s fine with him as long as you aren’t hurting anyone. He won’t necessarily be friends with you or like you, but that’s for reasons he himself hardly knows. He just bases whether or not he will be your friend on his gut feeling and intuition.
Connor likes to be around people like himself, intelligent people who can carry out a meaningful conversation and who have a good sense of humor but aren’t overly joking. He likes to laugh every now and then but not at something ridiculously stupid like the word ‘pudding’. He is considered very mature for his age, and always has been despite his Vampire strengths. His Vampire blood has hardly altered him at all, simply his feeding habits and senses.
Sample RP:
Connor sighed heavily and ran a hand through his carefully touseled hair. The curls all parted ways underneath his fingers and fell back into place as his hand dropped back down to his side. He picked up item after item from the dusty drawers and placed them into his ages old luggage. His newly bought car waited downstairs outside the garage, awaiting its final drive before it would be left in a random parking lot with all signs of ownership gone. Connor had become good at that, just picking up and leaving. Several hundred people on this earth knew just that, that he was good at leaving. They had learned to deal with him, to be his friend and talk to him. They had learned about him, lies of course but still about the person he was portraying for the moment. They hadn’t expected to see him every day almost all day for a period of time and then suddenly not at all. Connor was a mover. He didn’t like to stay in one place and he didn’t like to be found. He liked to escape. He liked to travel to the summit of the highest mountain and board down, never stopping for anything. He liked to pack up his board after that ride and head out somewhere completely different. Each time it was a new identity and a new persona. Never a new appearance, he would never change the person that his parents had created.
Being here in this old house made Connor miss leaving his family. His mother and father with everything to him, they were the best parents you could ever ask for. They showed him the world and gave him a comfortable place to sleep. They gave him mountains of gifts on birthdays and Christmas and sometimes for no reason at all. They raised him as a muggle, someone that was nothing like the man he could be but someone all the same. Connor had been used to a life like that. He had been counting on that life to take him places. He had never expected for everything to change. He was glad that he had enrolled in Hogwarts but at the same time he was upset that he had chosen to do it because he had disappointed his parents. They had run from that world, they were dissatisfied with it. They had chosen to join the muggles and live alongside them. They had even chosen to do so during one of the most upsetting times of the period. They lived through some hard things and they raised a child during those things. They raised him just fine and yet look how he turned out to be. A child with no home, even though he was secretly not a child but an adult. An elder. He was technically a 67 year old stuck in a 17 year olds body. If that didn’t sound like a really bad movie… He was always running and always hiding. He just wanted a place to settle.
And now Connor had found it. He had found his place to settle, and that place was Beauxbatons. He had never in a million years considered ever living there. Ever going to school there actually. He would only live there during the term, and breaks if he could. He wasn’t quite sure how things were done at Beauxbatons. Hogwarts had all the students leave for breaks, no one stayed behind. Durmstrang he was pretty sure let you stay there over the break. He hoped he could stay at Beauxbatons. The castle looked amazing, from what he had seen. And the students that he had talked to all told him what a wonderful place it was. There was an amazing staff and brilliant classes. It was the first time in a long time that Connor had been excited for something. He had this new opportunity to stop chasing something that wasn’t there and to start living a life that actually meant something. He could graduate, finally, and get a job that he liked and do something in the world. He may be frozen forever but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be frozen actively. Connor reached into the drawer blindly and groped around for the final piece of fabric, almost getting a splinter in the process. The wood simply crumbled against his skin. He pulled out the shirt and placed it in the bag, zipping it up and slinging it over his shoulder. With a wave of his wand the rest of his bags levitated into the air behind him and Connor made his way from the room, ready to head off to a new school for the third time now. That was a very well written application, Connor. I'm thinking Rouerie for you. |
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Post by miichellecook on Jan 15, 2009 0:26:41 GMT -5
First Name: Cecille
Last Name: Oliviere
Age: 17
Appearance: Cecille is a normal girl. Not extraordinarily beautiful, but not ugly as well. Just attractive enough to make her entrance noticed, but not so much as to intimidate others during first encounters. She is 5'4" and slim, with curves from her African ancestry that flatter her figure and allow any summer weight gains to go unnoticed by her peers. Her skin is normally pale, despite her mother’s background, because she tends to avoid the sun. She has short hair, of a light brown shade, with hints of red and purple towards the tips, from times at which she felt the need for a drastic appearance change to help deal with a bad breakup or a sad loss. When she goes out, she prefers to leave it lose to flaunt her natural curls, but during the week, she can often be seen with her hair in a ponytail or tight ballerina bun. Her style is simple. She tends to avoid wearing any sort of jeans, when she is out of her school robes, but prefers, instead, to wear cropped black pants with a colorful tank top or blouse, and a cardigan. She also loves wearing vintage dresses, that sometimes make her look like she has stepped out of a 50s swing dance, or, at other times, a Jane Austen book. Her make-up is mostly natural, with only a slight hint of blush and a little mascara. Though on special occasions, she wears red lipstick that sets off nicely the paleness of her skin.
History: Cecille has an interesting background. Her French father, a wizard, met her mother, a muggle, while working in Africa as a healer in a local establishment. Her mother, having just come out of a heartbreaking relationship, fell for her father quickly and quite drastically, and they were soon married and with child. Cecille’s parents, however, did not have a happy relationship. As Cecille’s mother’s heartbreak healed, and she woke up from the trance that infatuation can often cause, arguments happened more and more frequently, and she exited the marriage as quickly as she had entered it. As a result of the divorce, Cecille’s father moved to a remote town in South America and continued his work there, while Cecille and her mother led a peaceful existence in Africa. Shortly before Cecille turned 8, her mother was commissioned to work on a painting for one of the prominent muggle families in France, and they moved. Her mother worked in a museum after that, and continued to lead a completely “normal” life with her daughter, never telling her of her father’s strange profession and origins. Cecille attended a muggle school, participated in muggle activities, and had many muggle friends. She learnt ballet, and by the time she received her letter, she was becoming quite proficient and had participated in a few recitals. This all ended when Cecille received the owl, however, and learnt of the magic background that she had never known that she had.
Personality: Because of her recent entry into the wizard/witch community, Cecille is often shy around strangers and new acquaintances. She tends to try to keep attention away from herself unless she is comfortable in the environment, at which point she almost instantly becomes the life of the party. Around old friends she is quite bubbly and cannot stop smiling most of the time. Everything makes her happy; from toad’s that bounce around in circles, to funny phrases in the books that she is always reading.
When she still attended a muggle school, her goal was to become an English major that would eventually teach at college level, but, astounded by the immense possibilities that the wizarding world presents, she is now seeking a new aspiration. She is hoping to learn how to change into a sparrow, as being able to fly has always been a dream. Perhaps that is why she is so in love with the fact that she is a part of a magical world where flying carriages, and enchanted brooms exist.
Other than her love for literature, she loves dancing. Her skill as a ballerina is her bigger achievement, but she also enjoys other forms of dancing, as well. During the summer, when she is back in France, she often goes dancing – salsa, swing, and blues for the most part. Other than ballet, blues dancing is her absolute favorite due to the immense sensuality and closeness that the dance incorporates, as well as the fantastic variety of music that is available to dance to.
Sample RP: Cecille Oliviere walks into the common room after a very long and satisfying afternoon, spent near the lake, with one of her favorite books, by an obscure Muggle author. Though she has known about the wizarding world for a while, she still has not quite been able to completely let go of the dream of becoming an English major. The common room is empty, other than what looks like a first year sitting quietly on an armchair writing in her journal. Cecille stares at the fireplace, which is already running; keeping the common room warm in the chilly night that is only noticeable when compared to the harsh heat of the day. Cecille sets her book on the nearest chair, and walks over to the window. It is dark outside. In her enthusiasm for the new book her mother sent to her the week before, she had hardly noticed the sun going down, and had unconsciously cast a spell to keep light shining on the book’s pages as the sunlight slowly disappeared. “Everyone must be at dinner”, she thought. That was the other thing about reading. It took away her hunger. So much so, in fact, that she often joked around with her friends that her books were the perfect diet. She looked around, searching for the book that she had absent-mindedly placed on the chair. Stealing one last glance at the first year, to see if she was alright, she made her way up the stairs to the girls’ dormitory. She could not help looking after the first years as she had done with her younger cousins back in Africa. “I worry because dad is a healer and he worries too”, she thought, laughing at herself for her ridiculous justification and admitting that it was probably just her natural motherly tendencies kicking in. As she approached the dormitory, she heard the sound of whispers coming from near her bunk…
Your application is well-written...but it is also incredibly hard to follow, as there aren't spaces between seperate sections and everything is in bold, so it was a tad confusing to read. And your sample rp needs to be written in past tense, please. Once that is fixed, you can be sorted.
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