Sorting (Term Eleven)

[foxbyrne]

Yo Kit, what’s the name again?
First Name:

Kite

Last Name:

Byrne

Nickname/s:

Kit, Kit Kat, Byrne

Age:

Sixteen

Born:

9th March, 1993 in Surrey, England

And your important for what reason?
Blood:

Half Blood

Erh, wrong answer.
Animal friends:

Crash the Screech Owl [family owned]

Spongebob the Cat

Appearance:

Height 5’0||Weight 119lbs

Kite is a small, petite person. Thin as the handle of a broomstick she has little figure, if not any at all. Boyish in shape as in manner, Kite shows little of the feminine qualities most girls her age possess. Nonetheless her lack of form hinders her in no way.

Bony, thin wrists and ankles make her an easy target for broken bones. Despite that she has a grip to challenge the slipperiest of creatures. Hands large enough to crush a child’s face, they possess a rather unappealing quality but nevertheless Kite puts them to good use; stealing food has always had its appeal.

Her eyes, deep set and of an almond shape are a vivid hue of green. Sharpe and intense those eyes could intimidate the strongest of men and bring them to their knees. Along with their temper those eyes also boast perhaps the one feminine quality Kite retains; long lashes.

Lips like ice they do make a dangerous weapon. Despite their ferocity they do know to smile. And that smile perhaps is their most cruel of assaults. Nevertheless it is their sister , Kite’s tongue, that provides the last fatal blows. A double edged sword, her tongue could tear the pride out of any man.

Kite’s hair trails down her back, brunette in colour and messy at the best of times. Knotted and wavy, it would take far too much amount of time to be tendered to and so often Kite leaves it how it is or simply pins it back with an enormous amount of, rather stressed pins.

In general the girl can’t be said to be hard on the eyes. Not quite beautiful but not quite horrendous either. And in regard to her appearance if one was to say that she was anything less than okay, that person would soon find themselves without a tongue to speak of or with.

One special feature of which Kite prides herself on is a small birthmark; the shape of a talon, beneath her right shoulder blade. It might have been the one reason why Kite’s parents gave her such a ridiculous name; after the bird of prey.

Personality:

devious•

Kite is one devious fox. Much like those of her childhood games she loves to pretend. Hiding behind charades, she often plays around other peoples images – either choosing to fit in or to not. Born a chameleon she can adapt to any situation or circumstance. Unpredictable at the best of times she will play the shining star and hidden in the shadows fool you into trickery; the scheming baby who hands out the candy. The only advice to be given is to watch the shadows – somewhere in there she might be lurking.

spontaneous•

She lives by an oath; spontaneity or perhaps she is simply moody. One minute she’ll be silent with the mice and the next singing at the top of her lungs with the mates. She’ll drink her coffee at night and eat ice cream for breakfast in the morning. For the good of a fun thing she’ll play in the fountain like she’d play at the beach. A temper as temperamental as a summers day, she’ll spend her days in a whirlwind of emotions. Kite is the result of exploding bowls of jelly; artistic and a hell of a lot of fun in her own right.

protective•

Kite has the motherly instincts of a lioness; come anywhere near her cubs and she’ll tear you limb from limb. The same can be said for her friends; insult any one of them and you’ll find yourself buried neck deep in dirt with the only means of escape an inch from your nose. Loyal, compassionate and with an unwavering devotion Kite could possibly be one of the best friends you’ll ever have although she can be hard to put up with. But a true friend nevertheless... just don’t mess with her.

disruptive•

She is known for her remarkable humour and flying wit. On occasion she’ll make you laugh and smile; more than often it will be more than just on occasion and sometimes at the most inappropriate of times. Those good qualities she does possess come out; during her prank playing they always appear. Planning chaos and disorder makes her happy and so once in a while you might find yourself being chased by a rogue broom or find beeswax clogging your keyhole. Curious and always up for an adventure she’ll forever land herself in trouble.
On the whole Kite is the annoyance you just learn to love.

History:

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Terra and Patrick met in a small cafe on Oxford Street in London, on what day I wouldn’t have a clue but that isn’t really all that important. I couldn’t really say that it was love at first sight but it wasn’t long after they first met; when Patrick first spilt coffee on Terra, by accident, on his first day in the job, that they did fall for one another and well... let’s leave it at a happy ending.

They were first engaged almost two years after they met; Patrick couldn’t remember the exact day so it was a little later than two exact years later. It was only after they got engaged that Terra decided to tell him about her... family history. Amazing as it was and to everyone’s surprise he seemed to take it quite well or as well as any man would take it if his new fiancé were to tell him she was a witch.

He apparently made a rather ridiculous comment that as long as she didn’t have any warts or skeletons in the closet he would be fine with it. Yes, no one found it amusing, least of all Patrick’s family. Nevertheless Patrick and his family soon found themselves accustomed to the other crowd and in 1990 they became Mr. And Mrs. Byrne. Three years later the mishap came along.

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The mishap –born the 9th of March- was as her name suggested. A mishap not in that Terra and Patrick had not been planning for a baby but their doctor had convinced that they would be having a boy. So the room was blue, the clothes decorated with dinosaurs and in the centre of it all was Kite Byrne.

Perhaps it was because of that blue room and those toys designed and manufactured for boys, that it was no surprise to anyone that she grew up painting the walls with mud, running with a pack of rogue boys from the kindergarten and refusing to be put in a dress. The only things that sparked interest in that young handful were worms; creepy crawlies of all kinds really, dirt and climbing trees.

From the very beginning Kite showed promise that she would become a fully fledged witch but despite this she found little interest in all things magic. Rather, she much liked to spend her time outside playing pretend with the muggle kids who lived on her street. Her imagination was far more powerful than her affiliation with magic and so pretend dragons, witches, sorcerers and flying broomsticks were found far more appealing than the real thing.

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On her eleventh birthday, as with almost every other witch or wizard her age, Kite received that fated letter accepting her to Beauxbaton Academy. Her parents and grandparents were the only to be happy about this prospect; Kit had little wish to attend any magic school. Nevertheless convinced by her parents that it was for the best she left to attend. Already on her first day she knew she would rather be elsewhere.

The reluctant witch or wizard was never really accepted by others or so was the norm and so Kite found herself alone most of the time. This did not bother her whatsoever and time spent by herself was time spent well; planning pranks had to be done in silence – they required great concentration after all. Although she had been friendly with a couple of people she had no one who stuck to her like glue, something deep down she learned – if only a little.

As the years went on she began to find herself fitting in and enjoying her well spent time at Beauxbaton; her parents were beginning to wish that they had never sent her – who would like finding frog spawn in their teapots and having owls fly in and out of the house as if it were a post office? Despite all the throw backs they could see their daughter was happy; she even agreed to wear a dress [and not dirty it] at her grandfather’s birthday party. They could only hope now that she might yet learn some manners at that school. Tough luck for them; Kite is still fixed on the idea that she should be able to act in any way she pleases.

Sample RP:

It was the last day of the holidays and there was no way in hell that Kite would just let it pass by like any other day; not even the fact that she was grounded would stop her. Her parents had grounded her a couple of days ago on the basis that she had caused everyone enough trouble for the summer. Kit didn’t agree with this at all, of course and had spent two days sulking in retort to their sudden punishment; she was to stay in her room, unless for obvious needs she needed to leave it, until the end of the summer holidays.

Terra and Patrick were not harsh people and almost never punished their little girl and so this came as a surprise to Kit that they had actually placed blame on her. Thinking back she didn’t see why they had kicked up a fuss either; she had only set loose a couple mice about the manor. Perhaps it was the fact that they were guests at a party that turned her parents into such wicked people? The chaos those couple of mice had created still brought her to tears with laughter; one woman had even climbed up onto the table where the punch bowl had rested.

The mess the flying punch bowl had created didn’t last long; why would it when it could be easily cleaned up with a flick of a wand, but the lasting effect had disturbed the other guests so much that the party had ended there and then. Maybe her parents had punished her because of the embarrassment it had caused them? But for now the reason didn’t matter. The one thing that did was escaping her room without her parents becoming aware to the fact that she was no longer there.

It was only luck that they knew not how to ground their daughter, that the only thing that stopped Kite from flying free of the nest was Draught, their house elf. As old fashioned house elves were, he was strict, imposing and at times scary. The conditions of her punishment meant that there was only one way of escaping; the toilet. Throwing on a pair of worn jeans, a stained t-shirt and a pair of well worn converse shoes, she banged on the door and waited for a reply.

Draught finally opened the door and stared at her in that usually haughty way he had. Clearing her throat as to shake off the respect she had for him, she spoke up.
“I need to use the bathroom,” she said bored. Draught simply nodded and turned around, leading her toward the one bathroom they had in their small house. Pointing he gestured for her to go in and hurry up. Of course he still had work to do. Grinning Kite slipped inside and turned the lock. It clicked and the coast was clear. Already she knew that Draught had put locks on all of the windows but what he didn’t know was for weeks Kite had spent time in the bathroom figuring out what shape key she needed to break out.

And now she had that shape; the perfect fit. Fishing out her wand from the pocket of her jeans, she gave it a wave and her father’s toothbrush transfigured into the perfect key. Biting down on her bottom lip she waited, tense hoping her plan would work. Closing her eyes she turned the key. In the dark something clicked. Opening her eyes she couldn’t hold back the smirk that captured her lips as she surveyed her handiwork. Swinging open the window she stepped up onto the window ledge and jumped. Now for the holidays to really begin; this time she would not hold back on her pranks. Today she was letting hell loose and there was nothing to stop her; her conscience had packed its bags and moved out when she’d been six and let loose a handful of water balloons on a group of girls from school.

Today was going to be fantastic. Running like the wind toward her best friend, Freddy’s house she lost herself to a whirlwind of pranks that were consuming her thoughts, clouding her mind. Coming to skid outside the familiar green door of Freddy’s place that satisfied smirk disappeared; in front of the door, only a few feet high stood a house elf, his eyes like thunder.
“And where did you think you were going?” He smiled menacing. The only word that came to Kite’s mind was ‘bugger’.

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I'm thinking Sournois for Kite.

[shanegray]

First Name: Shane
Last Name: Gray
Age: 14
Appearance:
History: Shane is the younger of six children. I was born in Paris. It was on 8th March. Winter is ending. My family is rich. I have everything in my life. My father works in Ministary of Magic in Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He is Auror. My mother is really pretty woman. She is writer. I have five siblings: two sisters and three brothers. They are like a bad band. They are like our father. But I'm very different. I'm like my mother. My history... It's amazing! Life with papparazzi, gossips, journals, expensive clothes and gifts. Like a star.
Personality: I have white and clean face. My mum have that face,too. I have silver eyes. Sometimes they are blue or purple. I don't know why. I'm very shy,too. I like to read. Mum's books are amazing! I'm great in writting poems. I am cute, everybody said that. My hair is black. I have amazing voice. I frist go to muggle school. I was exsellent and popular student. Now, I come to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, because I know that I can be here and be the best in this school.
Sample RP:

I can't undo what I have done.
I can not say what I have said.
Can't take it back, It's alittle late... Now.
I didn't mean to hurt you... baby...
In any way.

All I wanna do is walk away,
'Cause I don't wanna lie to you.
Something in your eye says "Please, Don't go...".
But I just wanna walk away...
'Cause if I stay I'm gonna end up hurting you...
And I don't wanna break your heart, baby...

It doesn't matter what I'll say,
It doesn't matter what I'll do...
Can't make it right, even though I want, to.

I'm not gonna say that were okay...
I don't wanna lie.
I should have told you long ago, What was going on...
I should have told you my feelings, were not that strong...

[lilamz92]

First Name:Amy
Last Name:Meyer
Age: 17
Appearance:i15.tinypic.com/5ykn1xz.jpg
History: Amy was born on 1st January 1991
Amy like her mother has the natural ability to see the future. Yes in normal circumstances one would think that would be a great assest. However that was never the case in Amy's life. She envisioned the future, tried to change it and always ended up coming out worst for wear. Her mother always warned Amy not to mess with the laws of destiny but she never listened and probally never would.
Her mother is a Seer and her father a wizard they wanted her to be able to mix in all worlds; hence the upbringing in the muggle world. She has a twin sister who goes to Hogwarts. Her parents are seperated Amy lives with her mother near Paris and Hayley her twin lives in London with their father. It was both of their choices to do so. Her and her sister still communicate through their thoughts and are still very close. If that wasn't the case they would have never seperated.
She is bi-sexual and has been since she was 15. She's been in a few serious relationships that all ended bitter. So she is now narrow minded about trusting people.
Personality: Amy is cheeky kinda person. Her cheeky edge gets her in and out of trouble daily. It also doesn't help that she's has a big gob to match her boistrous attitude. She can be quite sarcastic and is extremely random. Her moods change instantly and are affected by the people around her. She is very indie scene and loves rock music. She is quite witty and may be slightly mean to the people she doesn't like. However when it comes to her freinds she'd travel around the world and back for them. She is all about the good life and having fun in life before it's over. She is musical and plays the guitar, drums , bass and also sings. Amy is also a creative thinker; she is sure to always come up with good ideas and pull them off. Though seeing the future does help her with her skills just that little bit.
Sample RP:

Amy Meyer looked around at her new home. It was grander than she could have ever imagined and her mother's explanation had certainly hadn't done the place justice. Taking in a gasp of air in awe Amy entered the School.

It was her first year there and she couldn't be anymore happier. She'd had the choice to go to either Beauxbatons or Hogwarts in her mind being inside for Beauxbatons for just a few seconds had vertified her choice. Shame that her twin sister had gone to Hogwarts though she was going to miss her.

As she tilted her head round and took in the beauty of the main hall a crowd of her fellow first years began to from around her. Judging by the look on the other peoples faces they were just as nervous as she was. Amy swallowed the lump of fear in her throat as the first years got called into the Sorting room.

No one had talked to her yet. 'Typical' she tought. But then again when had she'd ever stood out on first impressions. She only ever stood out once people got to know her. Then usually most people would run in the other direction but that didn't really affect Amy that much.

As they got called up by alphabetic order Amy relaxed into a calm. While in her trance Amy looked to the future so she could rid herself of the dread she was feeling. No luck there was no seeing the future descision of the Sorting Cloak.

She frowned 'Typical my only gift and I can't use it'.
"Meyer, Amy" A tall woman Proffesor called from the stage. Pushing her way towards the front Amy got up and slid her arms into the Sorting Cloak. Patiently she waited for the cloak to change into her new house colours....

I'm thinking Sournois.

[ams]

First Name: Martha
Last Name: Eves-Desmarais
Age: Sixteen
Appearance:


History:
Birth Mother: Rosie Eves. Birth Father: Unknown
Adopted Family. Mother: Marianne Desmarais. Father: Nicolas Desmarais. Their Son: Lucas Desmarais.
Martha's early life was full of drama. She was born to Rosie on May 15th, 1992. Rosie was very young and didn't know the first thing about bringing up a child so she decided before she was born, going along with her Mother's suggestion, that she would send her Daughter away to live with a very close friend of the family. Rosie had known them since she was a child and they, as well as her own family, had magical abilities. They were only a little older than Rosie but were lifelong friends who had married and had a child of their own only a few months before. At first they were reluctant to take on the child having just started their own family, worried about the extra responsibility. However they spent the last two months of Rosie's pregnancy with her and once the baby was born they couldn't imagine not having her in their lives. Their only request was for Rosie to give the baby it's first name. So when her Daughter was born Rosie named her Martha and almost immediately said goodbye to her. The Desmarais' took Martha back to their home in Vias, France.

Growing up their Martha got the best of both worlds. She lived in a small french town with beautiful countryside close by and she was a short journey away from the beach. Marianne was a housewife and Nicolas worked at the coast, taking tourists out on boat trips. His earnings were modest but enough to keep the family afloat. Marianne home schooled both Martha and her own child Luc and nutured their equal magical talent. She taught them to speak both French and English and when Martha was a little older she was able to write to her birth Mother. She often replied but that was the only contact they had in her early life.

Luc and Martha were very close and grew up more like best friends than brother and sister. They rarely fought and were inseparable throughout their childhood. Martha never felt alone with Luc and he made her feel safe, even though he was just a few months older. Not being a relative, Martha could have easily have felt out of place in the family but she never did. They always made it known to her that she had a blood family out there but reassured her that they were her family too and loved her as if she were their own. When she was 10 Marianne took her and Luc over to England and they visited Rosie. Martha found herself a little wary of her Mother at first but they soon found their feet and got along well. She asked once about her Father but was told nothing and she never mentioned it again, knowing it could cause a rift between them. Luc was very sceptical of Rosie, his ten year old self found it hard to imagine how anyone could have given Martha away, but once he saw how happy Martha was, he was happy too. Returning home they made promises to visit again, which they did.

Luc and Martha both received their letters for Beaxbatons within weeks of each other and they were both elated. Marianne and Nicolas were equally as proud of both of them although they weren't looking forward to the absence in the home. Marianne once again took Martha over to England, again with Luc, to see her Mother before they left for Beauxbatons. Martha was pleased at Rosie's reaction, she seemed very proud of her and she returned to France with a new confidence ready for the academy.

If Martha was nervous when she started Beauxbatons then she didn't show it. With Luc by her side and her family's backing she left for the academy happily. As expected she stayed close to Luc in the beginning but found her feet and made her own friends. Luc did the same and their relationship became stronger through their new found independence.

Personality:
Likes:
Luc
Reading
Writing
Muggle Music
Sweets
Quidditch
Her Family
Her Mum

Dislikes:
Anything/Anyone that hurst Luc
Spiders
Carrots
Disloyalty
Lies
Secrets

Martha is very approachable, she isn't threatening in anyway and seems to give of a very friendly aura which means people are drawn to her. She is a very true and good friend and is kind and generous. However when a friend has been disrespectful or disloyal, if they have lied or betrayed her or someone she loves then she is a very difficult person to be around. She will not stand for that kind of behaviour and when a friend does that to her they are pushed out of her life for good as far as she's concerned. She is reluctant to hear apologies on the matter and isn't very good at forgiveness. She still has issues regarding that with her birth Mother never mind anyone else.
She has a very romanticized view of love and Luc is mainly to blame for it. When they were younger they used to play at being married and when they were a little older they naively promised each other they would marry each other. When she was a bit more aware Martha kept those things to herself, she knew it looked a bit odd for people to think of them as anything other than brother or sister but Martha had never seen them like that and sometimes had trouble seeing how other people could. If she was honest she still held onto to the notion that one day her and Luc would be married and this seems to get in the way of every relationship she has embarked on.


Sample RP:

Martha looked over at Luc over breakfast. He was happily chatting to two girls in his house about what she imagined were his studies. He didn't talk about much else these days, he was terrified about his exams. She caught his eye and smiled at him and he gave her a wave, excusing himself from the girls and making his way over to her. Her smile grew wider when she realised she had his attention, those girls can't have been that important. He walked over and realised he was wearing one of the tees she'd given him for christmas. He looked really cool in it and she couldn't help but give a tug showing her approval on the edge of it when he got close.
"Mart, how are you mate? I've got you something" he took a seat beside her and dug his hand in his pocket, pulling something out.
"What?" she asked curious. He opened his hand out and showed her the bracelet he had in his hand. She squealed with delight and grabbed it off him. She'd lost it earlier in the week and she was devastated. Luc had made it for her before they started at the academy and she never took it off but the ties had become so worn that it fell off and became lost.
"I fixed the ties so it should stay on now" he said taking it from her again and grabbing her hand. He gently tied the bracelet around her wrist and gripped her hand. He quickly brought it up to his lips and kissed her hand before blowing on it and making a disgusting sound.
"God you're such a gentlemen" she laughed roughing his hair with her other hand.
"Right I better go loser" he said standing up from the seat again. "I'm gonna go play me some quidditch"
"Okay, hope you lose" she said with an overly sweet smile. He turned and stuck his tongue out at her before walking off out of the hall. She sighed and took a bit of her banana, her day had started well.

I'm thinking Cossu for Martha.

[roseybaby]

, first name ;

Rosetta

, middle name ;

Tempest Xylia

, last name ;

Nekane

, age ;

Fourteen

, appearance ;

Rosetta’s hair falls naturally into soft curls just past her shoulders and the dark brown matches her thin eyebrows. Certain times in the winter her hair gets dark enough to look black. Her almond-shaped eyes are a soft chocolate brown, but change shades depending on her mood. They turn very light brown when she is extremely happy, with no traces of green in them; they turn very dark brown when she is very angry; they turn golden brown when she is terribly sad; and when she is not in an intense mood, they are just a beautiful, sparkling chocolate brown—but no matter what color, they are surrounded by very dark, long lashes. Rosetta’s smile is full with adult teeth that were straightened with two years of braces. They are surrounded by her full lips. Her skin can get very dark in the summer, and very pale in the winter. She has high cheekbones that are naturally a rosy pink color.

Rosetta’s long legs are usually encased in jeans when the weather is cold. But when the weather is warm, she shows them by wearing skirts and dresses. She loves brand name clothes like Hollister and American Eagle but she doesn’t wear them twenty-four/seven. She likes to wear many varieties of clothes. Her makeup isn’t the “out there” type at all—she wears a little lipstick, a little blush, mascara, and eyeliner. The nails on her long fingers are usually painted a different color every week. Her long arms don’t have very much visible muscle on them but she definitely can’t be called weak—physically or emotionally. The clothes she wears are her own style. Rosetta loves all kinds of clothes, but puts her own personal touch on them by adding belts, scarves, accessories, hats, and other things.

Her five foot, four inch tall, slender body didn’t gain any of its muscle from excessive workouts or anything. She gets her figure from her mother, and the rest of her muscle comes from natural growth, sports, and just eating healthy. She weighs only ninety-four pounds. She has long arms, legs, and fingers. Her torso doesn’t even out with her legs; it’s a bit smaller. Rosetta has a six and a half shoe size. One of her eyes is slightly smaller than the other, but she is able to make them look close to the same with eyeliner. Her lower lip is also a little bigger than her upper lip. Altogether, she is a very pretty girl.

, history ;

Timothy Nekane and Hana Marie Cooper fell in love in high school, and married at age nineteen. They always thought they would be together forever, but when Hana announced that she was pregnant at age twenty-one, they found that they were mistaken. At first everything was okay, but as the the young woman grew closer to having a baby, Timothy fled. Hana was of course heartbroken, but couldn’t let that get in the way of having her child. She immediately went to her mother. The older woman helped her daughter through the pregnancy, hating Timothy the whole time.

On the third of February, Hana Nekane gave birth to a sparkling baby girl. Before Timothy had fled, they’d thought about baby names of course. If she were to give birth to a girl, Hana wanted the name to be Rosetta Xylia, because she loved flowers and nature. Timothy had wanted the name to be Tempest, for two reasons. He always thought that their daughter would have a temper, and because that was his grandmother’s name. Hana decided to name the girl Rosetta Tempest Xylia because even though Timothy had fled, he was still part of her life and part of him, other than his genes, deserved to be with his daughter.

Hana’s mother and father helped to care for little Rose, and soon Hana found a man she thought was wonderful. They had a wonderful relationship, but Hana could always sense something underneath his personality. She began to distance herself from him, but Rose was never an object of conflict. In fact, she was the person who always made Hana feel there was hope for everyone. When she and her boyfriend broke up, she realized she was pregnant when Rosetta was two years old. She got a little baby brother who was named Aiden Alexandre. Rosetta was curious about a new baby at first, and wouldn’t leave him alone.

Over the years, the two babies grew and played and were completely carefree, as most young kids were. But when Rose was five, their mother took them to a strange place with tents everywhere. Their grandparents came, too. They were camping, and they loved it. One night, they were having a campfire—just the mother and her two kids—and suddenly Aiden was gone. Rose and her mother went searching, and the young girl walked into a tent where there was a vampire, and in his arms was her little brother. She ran out of the tent screaming for her mom. When they walked back in, the man was just putting his lips to the young boy’s throat. “Put him DOWN!” Her mother was screaming. The young boy was set on the floor and the man instead walked to her mother, snapped her neck, then began drinking her blood.

In that very instant, Rosetta knew he was a vampire and everything from the fairytales and movies that adults said weren’t real were. She watched the man drain her mother’s blood almost all the way before she took her brother and ran. When they woke up their grandparents, they left the campsite quickly. Rosetta would never forget the face of the vampire who killed her mother. When they got home, Aiden went to bed, exhausted and terrified. Her grandparents told her about the magical world, thinking that she deserved to know. In the morning, Aiden was taken to a doctor for the magical world. The venom hadn’t spread all the way, so he was stuck in a three-year-old’s body, but could learn, eat human food, sleep, and everything that humans could do except age.

The family moved a lot after that and the children were home-schooled when they had the chance to learn. They had lived in a beautiful country land where there were open lands or farms everywhere you looked, and you could play in the middle of the road but not worry about getting hit. At first they went to Washington, and it was okay there. The family wasn’t used to so much rain and snow, though. And when the vampire showed up, they left. Fast. From there they moved to New York City. The people there were scary looking to Rosetta, but she didn’t say anything because she understood that they lived here because they didn’t know much about vampires. Her grandparents thought it might be harder for them to be tracked if they were where more people were. She was only eight years old, though. She wasn’t expecting some of the things she saw. Rose saw many gangs and groups that she knew murdered, raped, stabbed, and other things. She did her best to steer clear of them.

When she was nine, Rosetta and Aiden saw the vampire that killed her mother and convinced their grandparents that they had to leave. They moved to Arizona, and it was a lot like the place they grew up in—just more violent. There was so much land there. When the vampire showed up there just a few months after, Rose lied to her grandma and said she was going to her friend’s house. She was terrified, but tired of being chased around by someone who killed her mother. She couldn’t find anything that looked like a stake, so she settled for a big, pointy branch. When the tracker grasped his chance to catch her alone behind a building, he wasn’t expecting her to stake him. She ran forward at full speed and pushed the branch right where his heart was. She went home and told her grandparents. Rosetta and her family moved back to their land in Montana.

There they continued home-schooling, and learned more about the wizarding world. She learned that she had mermaid blood from her mother and fairy blood from her grandmother on her father’s side. She also had elven blood from her father. They were taught just like any other kids, but they had the added bonus of hearing about the magic world. Rose and her little brother played with other kids in the park and in the neighborhood. She learned to play keyboard when she was ten and kept doing it to get better. It was one of her favorite hobbies, along with taking pictures, shopping, being with friends, swimming, singing, and dancing.

As Rosetta grew—and Aiden didn’t—her hate towards vampires grew and grew, to the point where she could spot who was a vampire from across the room and avoid them. When Rose was eleven, she got a letter from Beauxbatons, but her grandparents didn’t want her to go yet, afraid she would start something with the vampires there. She kept getting letters, and eventually Rosetta saw one. She decided to go when she was older, when she was more in control of herself. She became a cheerleader at her junior high when she was almost thirteen. She loved cheerleading with her friends. But when she was fourteen, she knew she was in control of her anger for the most part and ready to go to Beauxbatons. Rosetta talked to her grandmother and she agreed.

, personality ;

Rosetta is very energetic and playful. She could talk for hours to someone she had just met, and making them laugh never fails. Although she can be quite emotional on the inside, she’d rather deal with it on her own and help others cheer up. People call her a spaz, but she really doesn’t care. People’s words hurt, but there are worse things she could be called than a spaz. Rose tries to keep her spirits high, but sometimes it can be hard. It’s easier for her to be happy when she is with friends. When she is with them, it is like the rest of the world has just melted away and she temporarily forgets all about her problems. Having fun is a major part of her life. It’s not a life unless you have fun and get into a little trouble.

Expressing herself is easy for Rosetta and she does it through singing and dancing. She isn’t very picky, except with food and certain clothes, so she likes all kinds of music. She also likes taking photos of nature and playing her keyboard. The only thing Rose holds back is tears when she is with others. Otherwise, she will rant to her friends when she is angry, but she will show everyone when she is in a good mood. She tries to only cry when she is alone, but her hobbies help her release stress, too.

Rosetta doesn’t stand for people who insult her. She is able to hold her thoughts inside for the most part, depending on what they say, but she hates being insulted; especially if there is no valid reason. Depending on what was said, she will either fight back, which she is quite good at, or she will walk away and avoid that person. She will not be bullied, either. She is quite small and slender, but she can hurt. Rose hates to resort to violence with a passion, but sometimes it takes violence to stop violence.

When she saw her mother die, the young girl grew up a lot. She started making decisions for herself. She knew when they absolutely had to move, she didn’t let the gangs of New York City scare her, and she even lied to her grandparents to go stake a violent vampire. Rosette is very brave. Despite how scared she is, she will take control when no one else will. She believes swallowing your fear is the first step to solving a problem. She doesn’t obey rules well, but she tries. Despite what someone tells her, she does whatever she thinks is the right thing to do. Rose is always curious and willing to try new things, but her curiosity can sometimes control her and annoy others. Along with her curiosity, Rosetta is very thoughtful. She is always thinking about things, it doesn’t matter what. There is just always something on her mind.

Like everyone, this girl has some things that make her mad. She hates when people think they are perfect, when vampires hang around her like nothing’s wrong, when people are ignorant. When she’s having a bad day, she’s been known to mouth off to teachers, students, parents, or just about anyone. But she just can’t help it—when she is having an off day, she hates when people come around and annoy her. Although these days don’t come around often, it’s not the best day for her to meet a new person; they won’t like her.

Rosetta, unlike most teenagers, kind of likes to learn—especially about magic. She never knew there was such thing as magic before, and now she found out she is magic. Well, she’s a witch. In her mind, she knows intellect is a major part of succeeding in anything you do. And slyness if you plan on succeeding in something you aren’t supposed to be doing. Rose knows how to put two and two together and figure something out. She can apply her knowledge very well to homework and tests and such if she puts forth the effort to do so.

, sample roleplay ;

Rosetta shot up in bed, awakening to her own scream. You’d figure after so many years of having the same nightmare, you’d grow immune. But She had been having this nightmare since it happened for real when she was five years old. A tall, gorgeous man about to bit Aiden’s neck, before turning his glare to Rosetta and her mother, and then he strode over to Hana and bit her neck, draining her of all the blood. The part where Rose started screaming loud enough to wake herself up was when the woman in his arms stopped struggling and her skin turned very pale white. But no, this dream never failed to make her scream loud enough to wake up.

Drawing in a jagged breath, Rosetta stood up and made her bed. She dug through her bedside table and found a pen and a piece of paper. She wrote Went to the beach. I’ll be back later. –Rose. She set that on her flowery comforter and quickly changed into a pair of black skinny jeans, black flats, and a magenta halter top. She picked up her black purse and ran quickly down the many flights of stairs. At the bottom of the staircase, she was in the kitchen. She walked over to her snack cabinet and pulled out three granola bars. She put two in her purse and close the door to the cabinet. She unwrapped the granola bar and threw it in the garbage. Rosetta walked out the front door, across the shaded porch, and down the steps. Taking a bite of the granola bar, she tried to steady her breath…Unsuccessfully.

When the young girl reached the gate at the end of their property, she unlocked it and pushed it open. She walked on the grass beside the dirt road. After walking for a few minutes, she crossed the dirt road where the tar road intersected it. She kept walking alongside the dirt road. Turning in to the parking lot of the beach, Rosetta saw that nobody was there. She walked straight over to the sand and sat on a big rock. After a few minutes of just sitting there, thinking, her arms were pulled behind her back and locked in an iron grasp. She gasped, but she knew exactly what was holding her—A filthy, murderous, bloodsucking parasite. “Let go of me!” She screamed loudly. “Now why would I do that? That would deny me your beautiful body.” The menacing voice was right in her ear. “One, I know you aren’t trying to seduce me. Two, I know what you are. And three, you asked for it.”

Rosetta swung her leg around behind her and hit the ankle of the vampire behind her. At the same time she swung her arms to knock him on the ground. She kicked right on the side of his head and used his second of pain to run and pick up a stick from the grass. She put the point right on his throat. “Now, that can’t be very comfortable. And no, I don’t stake all vampires I see. In fact, I’ve only killed one. But you caught me at a bad time, not to mention you thought you could feed on me. Vampires think they are so superior to humans. But, as you just saw, we can take them down if we know who’s a vampire and just how to.” She smiled triumphantly. This vampire thought he could bite her neck and drink her blood right after she’d had a nightmare of her mother being drained of blood.

“Perhaps you’re right. I did not expect to be staked by a, what, twelve year old girl?” Rose smirked and pressed the point of the wood to his throat with more pressure. “I’m fourteen. Maybe you should have expected it.” The girl smiled and rolled her eyes. Vampires were so predictable. They always thought they were superior, that they could have whatever they want with no problem. Rosetta Tempest Xylia Nekane was not about to be fed on by someone of the same kind that killed her mother. “Aye, how’d you know that vampires really were killed by stakes anyway? Aren’t there all kinds of books suggesting other methods?” Rosetta rolled her eyes; Making small talk with this bloodsucker was getting old. “Yeah, whatever. I told you, I’ve staked one before. This isn’t a book. There are all kinds of vampires, and they can all be killed different ways. Blah, blah, blah. Goodbye.” She drove the wood through his neck once and through his heart again.

Rosetta was in a much better mood now. She walked back to the dirt road and headed for a place she loved. A place she called home. Because home was a place where there were always people there to protect you, defend you, and love you. At home, you were never alone. Walking alongside the road, Rose realized how much she really loved her home and the people she lived with. She smiled and walked a little faster. She unlocked the gate and ran up with walkway to her house. When she opened the door, she saw her grandma cooking breakfast. Rosetta ran over to her and gave her a hug. “Oh, Grandma! I love you.” Her grandmother’s small chuckle sounded in the air. “I love you too, Rosey.”

Rosetta seems like she would fit in in Cossu.

[sweethang]

ignore this.
i clicked something accidently.

[nyxvanallen]

First Name: Nyx
Middle Name: Ariel
Last Name: Van-Allen
Age: Sixteen
Appearance: Nyx was ‘blessed’ with hair the color of pure black, or to put it simply, a deep, dark black. If someone were to describe Nyx’s hair color, they would say that it was black, but there are blonde streaks in her long locks underneith.

Nyx's, deep-esque colored hair falls past her shoulder blades in a very neat meanner. Basically, Nyx’s hair falls curly and with volume and still, Nyx does not like her hair at all. No matter how much her friends object, she still will not agree with them that her hair is quite lovely. Actually, she describes it as, “quite horrid.” Nyx usually wears her long hair down, except for some occasions. When she goes to parties that require nicer clothing that a worn-out sweater and jeans, she wears her hair in a twist. The twist also usually comes out as messy and loose. Nyx also wears her hair up in a loose ponytail when she attends Potions class. She believes that loosing a chunk of her hair would not be the most pleasant experience.

Nyx has quite remarkable bright eyes, though she does not find them to be ‘that’ remarkable. She’s never had extremely high self-esteem but she is not spending her days beating herself about her appearance. She does not believe that looks are most important in life. She believes that personality is and she only wishes that the rest of world could believe that too. Anyway, Nyx’s eyes are a bright, deep, clear, blue that happens to clash magnificently with her hair. However, Nyx hasn’t noticed this truth and refuses to agree with her friends on the matter of her ‘lovely appearance.’ This may sound cliché, but Nyx does have a bit of sparkle to her eyes. Still, she refuses to see this.

Nyx was born with a thin, but not toothpick thin, figure and a fairly average height. Nyx has prided herself on the fact that she is not large and that she is not as thin as a toothpick. She finds that the new ‘need’ to be thin in the media and social situations is ridiculous. This also ties into the fact that Nyx thinks that people should look beyond appearance and focus more on what the person is like inside. Nyx does not like superficiality and she wishes that people would deepen their souls instead of letting them remain shallow. Anyway, Nyx also is quite pleased with her height. She’s not too short that she can’t reach anything on the shelves and she is also happy about the fact that she is not so tall that she stands out like a sore thumb. Nyx has never had perfect self-esteem but she is actually somewhat pleased with her body.

Though Nyx is slender, she's not athletic in the least. She was born with her mother's small, bony frame and it has stuck with her all her life. She stands at no more than 5'6 and weighs no more than 120 pounds. Her legs are fairly long, despite her height. Nyx's entire body is at a lack of muscle, but she's working on building up.

She has long, slender fingers, in which her grandmother always told her she had piano playing fingers. Her fingernails are strong and long. She does have the habit of biting them, but is trying to relieve herself of that habit. Her nails -fingers and toes- are almost always painted. Nyx's hands are delicate and almost always cold.

To accompany her long fingers, Nyx loves to wear rings. She loves to wear all kinds of jewelery for that matter. She only wears silver jewelery, however, because she is allergic to a component in the gold jewelery. It gives her a rash wherever it so touches. As for earrings, she only wears studs. Hoops and danglies aren't her style.

Nyx has never been one to pick out her favorite feature that belongs to herself. Her self-esteem has never been very high and it someone were to ask Nyx what she thought her best feature was, she would probably not be very happy. She hates those kind of slightly superficial questions. However, if you caught her in an exceptionally good mood, she would say that her stability and proportionality would be her best features. If that someone asked Nyx’s friends, they would say, “Nyx’s best feature, well, she has a lot. But, yeah, most definitely her bright eyes. They are so exquisite.” If Nyx were to ever hear her friends, she’s deny it to the person and serve her friends with a slightly playful death glare.

History: Nyx was born into a full family of pureblooded Veela for centuries. But unfortunately her father..was not at all a veela(That’s what they thought) and Nyx was probably not going to have any veela in her as the doctors said. Pureblood Veela and Pureblood Wizard(Maybe) most likely produce a non veela child.

Her father though knew that he had fairy blood in him, besides the secret of veela.

So throughout the years, ages 1-8 everyone thought Nyx was not veela, she had pure, waist length, black hair and clear blue eyes. She had the attitude of her mothers family but the strength of her fathers. She was still thought as a regular witch until the day her brother annoyed her so thoroughly.

The night of December 21st, Amycus Van-Allen played a prank on his sister(he was a veela but he didn’t think so.) and she was pissed, her eyes glowed red and her body sprouted feathers, fire spit from her mouth and she attacked her brother. Her father stunned to find his daughter was a veela had a burst of energy. He had to save their child, Nyx’s brother.

After that, Nyx’s powers began to grow. Men found her irrisistable. Her father being adopted was told he was a wizard until after this incident and he found he was a veela himself. Alexi was of course surprised but that gave the reason as to why their daughter was a Veela.

Nyx was also surprised but she kept her hold on her mothers Veela side. She was more aquainted with them. Nyx has a bond of Veela and Fairy in her blood, The fairy blood seems to be the reason why she has black hair.

Now on to the real history;;
HAVANA, Argentina: SEPTEMBER 1, 1954
Silence filled the Van-Allen house. Nine months of impatient waiting was finally paying off; the baby was to be born sometime that day. The hour of the baby’s arrival was unknown to the residents of the home—an aging grandmother, an excited father, a young mother, and a four-year-old son.

Nine hours of labor and almost complete silence was interrupted by the cry of a baby—a little girl. It was 8:23 in the evening. Born to two magical beings, Alexi and Nyx Van-Allen, Nyx ArielVan-Allen was born a healthy, strong baby girl with a head full of dark curls.

A MOTHER’S MEMORY
The entire birth had been a struggle for Mrs. Van-Allen. The only thing that had kept her going was her strong will and her husband’s love speaking to her. Complications had accompanied her the entire nine hours of labor. After the birth of her second child, a baby girl, she passed away. She never touched the baby. She never saw the baby. In honor of her, Alexi named the baby after his wife, thus the name Nyx Ariel. Though Mrs. Van-Allen was no longer with them, her memory would forever live in the form of the baby girl she and her husband had produced.

A FATHER’S LOVE
Alexi never remarried on behalf of his two children. He did not want to change his life anymore than it had been, and he did not want anyone else replacing his deceased wife's place in his heart or that of his children. He cared for his children; they were his life. And, for that reason, he worked day in and day out to provide for them in a nearby cigar factory where he made very little money to provide for his family. Most would say that they were coping and barely making end’s meet. It was true. They were living off the little money Alexi had made while working as well as the small sugar field he managed to keep. Sadly, the sugar did not bring in as much money as he had hoped, for nearly every person in Argentina was growing sugar; that was really all the land was good for other than tropical fruits that could be found near the beaches where they lived.

A GRANDMOTHER’S TOUCH
For the first few years of her life, Nyx thought that her grandmother was her mother. She was never quite able to grasp the concept of the fact that her mother had died when she was born. When she finally did, however, she felt as if it was all her fault that she and her sister Rebecca had no mother. Forever she has lived with such guilt, but she’s learned to overcome that feeling.

Her grandmother has played a very influential part in her life. It was her grandmother who had raised her to be the young girl she was becoming. It was her grandmother who had taught her all the things she knew. It was her grandmother who taught her that a family didn’t need all the members; as long as you loved each other, you were a family. It was her grandmother who had been there for her when she needed a shoulder to cry on. And, though her grandmother is deceased, Nyx still feels like she’s there. Nyx carries her grandmother within her, much like she does her mother, just not in the same way.

CHILDHOOD ASPIRATIONS
Her mother had been a teacher, or so she had been told by her father and grandmother. Ever since she was a young girl of about seven or eight years of age, she wanted to be a teacher. She wanted to be like her mother—the mother she never knew but had seen pictures of. She told all of her Muggle friends in her Muggle school this—that her mother had been a teacher and that she wanted to be just like her mother.


Personality: RISE AND SHINE
As a child, Nyx was able to get up early in the morning and run around to get ready for school. As the years progressed, she found that her willingness to hop out of bed and start her day was delayed. She lacks a particular motivation in the morning that no one and nothing can provide for her; she just has to take time to wake up and have her morning ‘fix.’

Most people would describe Nyx as a mountain troll in the morning in both appearance and attitude. Her hair is usually all over her head, and her face tends to be screwed up with the displeasure of having gotten out of bed to start her day. This should be a clear sign that no one is to mess with her when they realize she’s just awoken. She is irritable and extremely moody, oftentimes snappy at people before she has her morning coffee: straight black with no additives. If someone messes up her coffee, she will be a moody all day, complaining about the simplest things that she would usually pay no mind to.

A word from the wise: Never wake Nyx up unless it’s something extremely important or she needs to be woken up. If you wake her before she’s ready to get up, she will probably wake up screaming and throwing pillows at you, possibly even sending a fluent string of curse words as well. She hates when people tell her to ‘rise and shine, sunshine.’ She doesn’t see herself as a ray of light in the morning, and she practically forbids other people to see her as one either.

THE MORNING RUN
After the coffee, after she wipes the sleep from her eyes, after she manages to wake herself up, Nyx is in a better mood. She will oftentimes prepare herself for her day by taking a run. Depending on how awake she is and the overall mood she’s in, Nyx tends to vary in the distances she runs. She never runs less than a mile or two; she never runs more than about five miles. It helps her get the adrenaline and preparedness she knows she’ll need later in the day.

After her run, she’ll come in and take a shower. In the shower, once she’s washed her hair and body, she will just stand there and let the warm water run over her body. She contemplates about several things while she’s in the shower, usually what she’ll wear as well as various other aspects of her life that most people probably don’t bother to think about.

Needless to say, her mornings are probably very silent.

THE RAY OF LIGHT
Though her morning personality makes her an obnoxious person to be around, she really isn’t. She is an overall pleasure to be around and is oftentimes a ray of light in the lives of many. Her upbeat and outgoing personality make her quite the character and oftentimes help provide her with rapid conversation about various things—usually whatever the other person wants to talk about. Being the ray of light that she is, Nyx tends to talk quite a bit, oftentimes speaking in a rapid tongue and barely taking a breath. She gets a bit overexcited sometimes and cannot always stop herself. Sometimes she needs someone to say to her, “Nyx, stop and breathe a bit.”

Nyx enjoys having fun—lots of fun—even though she’s not always a fun person. If someone suggests something that sounds fun, she’s all for it. If someone invites her to go somewhere, she’ll usually accept the invitation. She likes getting out and having fun; she lives each day like it’s her last. After all, you never know when the end will come.

Her laid-back and easygoing personality also helps her get along well with most people—not everyone though. She likes to let the other person choose the conversation and just goes with the flow—that’s with almost anything. She tends to be quite carefree and oftentimes careless with things like that, but she finds ways to redeem herself. Nyx, living the fast life, does not oftentimes think of how another person feels before voicing her opinions and/or questions. She doesn’t realize that some things she says may be hurtful to another person until she’s already said them.

A STORM APPROACHES
When Nyx gets mad, she gets mad. It’s like a hurricane coming through with lightening, thunder, and pouring rain—no lie. It usually takes a lot to anger the fun-loving Nyx Van-Allen but when she is angry, you’ll know it. Her face will become red with fury; her hands will clench into fists. To say it shortly: She has a huge B.F.

She raises her voice to intervals that are oftentimes unknown to even her. When she speaks, it comes out in an extremely rapid way—faster than her overexcited talking—and tends to be heavily accented due to the fact that she can’t concentrate on controlling her accent when she’s angry and talking at the same time. She will stomp her feet and have what some people would probably consider a children’s tantrum. When Nyx’s mad, she cannot oftentimes think straight and will say anything and everything that comes to mind; actually, her mouth moves before her brain has the chance to process anything. Her mouth gets ahead of her and can sometimes get her into trouble if she’s not careful.

Her anger can last for just a few minutes or a few hours; it depends on how angry she is and the events following. If the anger prolongs itself and remains with her, she will usually sit somewhere, cross her arms over her chest, and pout like a child, her lower lip poking out. If the anger leaves her, she just takes a simple breath, cools down within the matter of moments, and goes back to doing whatever it was she was doing. The latter is usually the case—most of the time, anyway.

HERE COME THE APRIL SHOWERS
Everyone experiences one of those sad moments occasionally. Nyx tries not to let things bother her, but there are times when she just can’t help it. When she’s sad, it’s obvious. She won’t be as happy-go-lucky as she usually is, and her eyes will carry such an expression. When she’s upset, she prefers to be alone most of the time. She just feels that the idea of being alone will help her bring herself back up. She sees it as a form of self-strength since she doesn’t use the assistance of other people to cheer her up or make her un-sad.

If Nyx feels the need to cry, she will usually only do so when she’s alone. She doesn’t like other people seeing her cry. She hates the attention received because she knows that the attention is given out of sympathy and pity for her. She hates when people apologize for her tears even if they don’t know what she’s crying about. It just gives her more of a reason to lack trust in people because—most often than not—they lie.

SERMONS
Nyx preaches but doesn’t practice. She speaks on behalf of others, not herself. If she tells someone they can do it, it doesn’t mean she follows that example. There are many times that she’s told people not to give up but has given up on herself. When people throw her words back at her, she doesn’t try to listen. Sometimes she just wants to feel helpless—like nothing will be right. At times she does it purposely, perhaps to make people feel sorry for her. Sometimes she does it because she really doesn’t want to try. It all depends on the situation.

SILENCE IS GOLDEN
There are times when Nyx needs to be alone in silence. She will seclude herself from anyone and anything and just sit in silence, thinking. It allows her to look back on things she’s said or done and allows her to reflect upon them and figure out what she should have or could have done. She feels that it will better her as a person by doing this and takes every opportunity she can to do it.

Though they say silence is golden, Nyx feels the need to have a small amount of noise when she’s sitting alone. Oftentimes she will pull out her guitar and just sit there and play gentle chords. She doesn’t really know what she’s playing as she sits there, but she lets the notes and the beat of the strings get into her head. She eventually starts humming gently to it. Sometimes she’ll play songs she knows and not even realize it. When she does, she’ll start over and sing a simple melody, her voice carrying gently and beautifully in the air.

Sample RP: Stupid. Stupid. Stupid Essays.

Nyx for some akward reason was lying on her right side, curled up in a ball and sleeping. Her thin, pale body shuddered with every small breath she took. At the moment it seemed no one could bother such a beautiful creature lying soundlessly in her four poster bed. The drapes around the bed hung still, quiet and un bothered. A small ray of sunshine seeped through a gap between one curtain and another. It hit the otherside and landed on the floor, not bothering the sleeping figure in the four poster bed. Suddenly a small, girl hand fell from the covers and onto the bed beside a pilow full of dark black hair, a silver ring could be seen from any distance as it shined above the rest of her body. A small ruffle here, a tiny shuffle there and two long lines found themselves at the end of the bed, long legs? Yes of course. The sleeping figure shifted her upper body and leaned her head to the left, her right hand now drawn over her stomach, the satin bringing it self along the silk bedsheets. The drapes had hung still moved to the right slowly, making a tiny scraping noise. Nyx's roommates were standing there in full clad outfits watching her, ready to pounce or run if she moved. She was a dangerous one to wake up, but it was six am and time for Nyx to wake up. No one noticed the mess down in the common room of ink and parchment from the long study night before. No children, or teenagers of any other house were awake right now..Only ravenclaws, well..some ravenclaws who were certainly out of their silly little minds would wake up this early. Alexi was usually one of them but she was sleep deprived and needed sleep.

A hand came from the 3 person group and was placed upon the satin clad shoulder. ‘Nyx..Wake up..’ Spoke a small voice, but none the less a voice of a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. “mom..five more minutes” mumbled Nyx as she flipped over and hid her head beneath the silk covers. She opened her eyes and screeched as she felt the blanket pulled down and an ice cold hand touch her neck. She sat up bolt straight and she scowled at the girl next to her. “NEVER DO THAT AGAIN” She hissed in a deep and dark tone from the bottom of her stomach. The girls in her dorm knew better then to annoy Nyx when she just woke up, and waking her like that was a bad, BAD idea. She blinked her eyes and shot another glare at the girls who began to turn and walk away to their own beds to get ready. “I swear” She mumbled to herself in a deep tone as she shifted to her right to slip out of bed. She reached her feet to the ground and she shuddered, the wood floor was cold right when you woke up, and Nyx didn’t like it. She stood quickly and bounced up and down for about two seconds to warm her self up and when she finished she turned to her left and she continued to the end of her bed where she found her trunk, which was by the way covered in stickers, and stamps from around the world. She leaned down and she opened it quickly, she pulled out her normal outfit, Shorter then regulation length skirt, fishnets, black socks, a short sleeved white shirt, and her vest. She threw all these items back onto her bed and she quickly stripped her clothing, and she pulled on the others. She grabbed a belt from a rack on the wall and she tightened it around her waist, she loved to put on this stuff!.

She placed her fingers on her ears and slid them down making sure all six earrings where on each ear, and she checked for all her jewelery which she always left on. She sat on her bed and pulled on her boots, which she wore for the past two years. When she finished all her dressing she picked up her brush and drew it through her think black hair, it slid easily through because of its sleekness. She placed her brushed back down and grabbed her cloak from the wall, then her bookbag and she slammed the door open to the common room. Her boots clicked on the wooden floor as she stepped down each step, it echoed loudly against the sleeping portraits and walls lining the staircase. Nyx once in the common room walked over to the table she worked at the night before and grabbed her things, stuffing them into her bookbag. “ I will never do that again” She grumbled and she made her way out of the common room. She reached the platform to the seven floors and she stretched a bit, “Now..Healing first” She mumbled, but smiled. DADA was her second favorite class of the day, however she made no attempt to be there before the bell. Though a ravenclaw, she didn’t act like one to much, she acted like a slytherin..Like her father had been. She had the brains of her mother but the prankieness of her father. Nyx waved at some friends as she passed them going down the stairs. Her tie swinging from its center to the right, then the left as she hopped down each step.

She stopped flying down the steps when the stairs switched on her and she stomped her foot, “You stupid stairs” She yelled quite viciously. It was annoying when the stairs switch on you, so she waited until they changed back to the floor she needed to be on and she rushed off them, making her way down the long hall to the classroom. She hoped the bell hadn’t rung, it probably hadn’t though. When she reached the door, she threw it open and she stepped in. She let her head turn to the left slightly to find a girl, The healing class was small. Only a couple students ever took the course. About 10 kids all together within three years, 5 – 7. Nyx always loved taking this class whether it was full with kids or not. Nyx sat down in one of the middle desks and she took out her notes for the class, Nyx had been working with the head nurse lately.

Umm...I don't see how its possible for Nyx to be sixteen and a professor, for Charms or anything else. This is the thread where you post to become a student, and there is a separate thread for becoming a professor.

Agh, Im sorry x.x I was writing this to become a professor but then decided on a student and I forgot to take that out. So sorry x.x Edited though.

All righty, then...I'm thinking Cossu.

[welsey]

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

Appearance:

Height: 6’2
Weight: 225

Personality:
He was never violent, but had a sharp temper, and a silver tongue. He lied to everyone, and was very, very good at it. He was known to physically attack anyone he met that wasn’t a pureblood, but his psychiatrist changed that. Alek still hates non-purebloods, but can tolerate them. To control his anger, he would go running, sometimes as a human, sometimes in his Animagi form. He still dislikes mud-bloods, of any type, and has nightmares of his father, which make him more aloof. He’s still tormented from his past, though spells have been put on him to forget them, they haven‘t stopped his dreams. He can be quite cruel with his words, and more often than not he’s lying. He gets angry very easily, and tends to break his own bones by hitting walls and other solid objects. Which help him avoid harming whoever he’s angry with. The only tenderness he shows is to his owl, Anya. He hides his pain very well, leaving it bottled up for months on end.

History:
Dmitri van Woerden and Katerina Tverskaya met in the fall of 1981 during their first year at a Russian magic academy. The Soviet Union was still around, but the magic society in Russia was more like Nazi, Germany without the holocaust. The purebloods were in charge of everything, the Russian Ministry of Magic, the Academies, and even where people lived. Half-bloods had better living conditions than muggle born witches and wizards, but not by much. Werewolves, vampires, elves, and other magical beings were hunted to near extinction, and Dmitri dreamed of one day playing a part in the government.
Katerina wasn’t much of a racist, neither was the rest of her family, but she fell madly in love with Dmitri. His parents approved, she was a pureblood after all, her parents though, were distraught. When the Soviet Union fell apart, the pureblood’s kept control of the Russian Ministry.
Dmitri and Katerina were married in the middle of spring in 1989, they were only eighteen. Dmitri sought after a career hunting down werewolves and vampires, Katerina disapproved, though she never said anything about it.
Aleksander van Woerden was born to Dmitri and Katerina van Woerden on a cold winter night in 1991, St. Petersburg, Russia. His father was still an avid hunter, but the Pureblood hold on the Ministry and magical government was slipping, there weren’t as many purebloods as before. The old regime was falling apart, just like the Soviet Union years before.
When the hunters were outlawed, and the werewolves and vampires were beginning to be considered beings, Dmitri was furious. He broke the law and continued with his hunting in full force. By the time Alek was six, Dmitri had killed thrice as many as he had before. Alek worshiped his father, he saw Dmitri as a savior to purebloods, but he was only a child. Alek was going to a Russian academy for young wizards, an all boy school with separate classes for purebloods. Everything seemed perfect to young Alek, until his mother killed herself when he was twelve and he was never the same again.
He began blaming his father for his mother’s suicide, and the blame turned to hate. Dmitri himself was stricken with grief, he stopped acting like a father should.
Dmitri pretended not to have a son, but at the same time knew he did. When Alek was fourteen, he took Alek out of school to pursue his hunting. He forced Alek to take up his wand against the ‘unpure’. The changing ministry took one year to react to underage magic, not even realizing that the boys father was also breaking the law until the officials got there.
Dmitri was arrested and Alek was sent to live with his mother’s parents.
They had moved to France soon after their daughter had gotten married, the fact that their only child had married a Hunter destroyed them. When they heard about their grandson, whom they had never even known about, they were hesitant. They didn’t want this boy who would probably be just like his father, if not worse after all this time. Another year passed before they gave in, fearing if they left their grandson alone in the cold Motherland, he would be lost.
When Alek arrived at their house, he didn’t speak for months and had to see a psychiatrist for many violent outbursts. He was hostile too, and his grandfather had had to confiscate the boy’s wand. Before they allowed him to go back to school they had to break his old habits, re-teach everything he should have learned growing up. They strove to teach him that halfbloods, muggle-born, and so on were the same as he was. It was only recently that he started seeing halfbloods, at least, as his equal.

Sample RP:
Alek sat up in the dead of night, a cold sweat making his shirt stick to his skin. He panted like a winded dog and pushed the hair that stuck to his forehead back from his face. He grabbed the edge of his blanket, threw it off, and then swung his long legs over the side of the bed. With his elbows on his knees, he held his face in his hands, trying to calm himself. But the his eyes clouded with the memory of his deam. And this nightmare had been particularly vicious.

His father was in it, of course, only this time, he was hunting Alek, not a mud-blood. The look in his father's ice blue eyes, the same color as his own, was more terrifying than anything he could imagine. Those eyes, the crazed look in them, had been burned into his memory when he was a boy. They were running through a forest, the ground was covered in frost. Fear gripped Alek's insides as he ran from his own father. He ducked behind a pine tree and wheezed, unable to catch his breath. When the tree caught on fire, he started running again, but he was growing tired, more so the farther he ran.

Deep into the forest he went, until the sun was blotched out and the only thing he could see was darkness. He tripped over a tree root, but caught himself before he fell and then continued running. He fell again and hit his head on something hard. He was in and out of consciousness for what seemed like days. When he regained consciousness he heard someone screaming. It seemed like hours before he realized who was screaming, he was. His father liked to.. experiment on his captives, and at that moment, Alek was his captive.

He couldn't move, but he could look around. He looked down and saw that he was cut open, his ribcage was also cut open, revealing his heart and lungs. Except there was a problem, his heart wasn't there. He looked up at the sound of laughter and his eyes met his father's. Then he had finally woken up. His father was never sane, and Alek cursed his luck to have realized it only after his hatred had been branded on his soul. A wave of sympathy and nausea hit him and he ran to the bathroom with his hand to his mouth.

After a good half hour of vomiting and dry-heaving, Alek sat back against the bathroom wall, shaking from head to toe. But after only a few moments sitting where he was, he felt cramped. He was far too tall to be sitting on the ground between the toilet and the wall. He washed his mouth out and then washed his face. Putting his hands on either side of the sink, he stared at himself in the mirror. Ice blue eyes stared back at him with a terrified look. He took a deep breath, "Relax," he told himself, "You're going to be fine." He let his head fall forward and shook it, letting his wet hair fall back into his eyes. With a heavy sigh he pushed away from the sink and walked out of the bathroom, "How long is this going to last?" he said to himself.

He walked into his room, closed the door, and went to his eagle owl's cage. He pulled open the cage door and Anya hopped out of the cage and onto his arm. She made a 'kraah' noise and scooted closer to his body. He ran his fingers over her feathers and walked towards the window. It was far too early in the morning for him to go outside, but it was prime time for Anya to go hunting. He kissed her curved beak and opened the window. She flew out into the darkness, leaving Alek alone to collect himself before morning started.



((hang on... trying to make this better... :/))

I'm not sure if you've gone through and edited this just yet, but I think that Aleksander fits best with Sournois.

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First Name: christopher
Last Name: meyer
Age: sixteen
Appearance:

christopher has warm chocolate eyes that melt whenever he's in a good mood, but harden when someone starts messing with him or starts pushing him to boiling point. his brilliant smile sticks out in a crowd against his rusty skin and sometimes it gets pretty blinding. you will never see christopher's dark hair all neat and perfect. it will always be sticking up in different directions. he gave up a long time ago to try and keep every strand in it's appropriate place. it takes way too much of his time in the morning. the look gives chris a bad boy exterior, which isn't always a bad thing in his case. another advantage chris has is his height. the boy stands at about six feet tall. you'll usually find him in a pair of comfy blue jeans and a t-shirt, but he can dress up when there's a need to. there are plenty of suit jackets tucked away in his closet with some collared shirt and some slacks. don't underestimate this one.

History:

christopher meyer was born to a couple, jonathon and kelly, in seattle, washington just seventeen years ago on a rainy day. the clock just struck three twenty-nine in the morning when the cries of a new baby boy bounced off the walls of the maternity ward. kelly meyer smiled down at her son, tears in her eyes before glancing over at her husband. it was obvious that the bitter man had never been more happier in his entire life. not even when he had made a his first million dollars thanks to him being the ceo of some nationwide company. this was the start of something new for the family. they now had a baby to start loving and caring for. kelly has determined to let christopher grow up as normal as she could.. without exposing him to anything that had been apart of her since she was little. that would be her magic.

the boy lived a slightly-normal childhood. he went to one of the top private schools in the city and played little league baseball during the summers to keep himself from getting lazy. those were the things that his father was proud to see him do. when christopher's dad wasn't at work, his head buried in thousands of papers scattered about his desk, he was at his son's game to keep him going all the way to the sixth inning; then as the boy grew older, the ninth one. but even putting christopher in sports couldn't stop him from wondering what his parents faught about so often while they thought he was fast asleep upstairs in his room. so, he finally asked the question one night at the dinner table. the memory is still very clear in the boy's mind even now, after all a good four years. the color on his mother's face drained when she heard the words fall from her son's and her father threw his fork down against his plate. after ages of silence kelly looked over and john and her secret was spilled. christopher was a warlock or a witch, whatever they called it. at least he was half-whatever; some of him was human, which was a relief to the thirteen year old at the time. how were you able to call yourself normal after that?

christopher tried to go on with his life like he had never heard the whole discussion about his mother and himself that night at the dinner table. that was impossible for the boy in the long run. he was asking questions just a few weeks later and his mother smiled down at him before she started telling her son all about magic and its history. even though john looked down on it, he let it slide since christopher seemed to enjoy staring at his mother's excited expressions while she talked about numerous things. she would go on about how she first learned she was a witch, casting her first spell, going to a magic school, graduating, and then meeting his father. the school discussion had definitely caught christopher's interest and the more he pressed on about it the more kelly got the feeling he would want to enroll in one.

so, the day came where she placed a few applications in front of him. a smile was on her face as she described what each school could offer him. the choices were endless. he could go off to a school that could teach him everything he needed to become a magical officer or politician, one could teach him the art of dance and music, and then one with unlimited sports to play. christopher picked one only a few days later, filled it out, and shipped it to the school as soon as it was time for the mail man to come around the neighborhood. and now here he was at beauxbatons academy of magic.

Personality:

the people who meet christopher automatically think that he's too shy to carry on a conversation, but those people are wrong. when chris is quite it's usually just because he's thinking about something hard. he really isn't anti-social when you catch him on a good day. christopher will sit there and talk it up for hours. sometimes you just have to tell him to shut up or you're never going to get him to stop. it's really something he has tried to work on. most of his friends back home say it's been getting a little better then before. the boy's also very trustworthy. anything you tell chris he will keep. cross his big heart and hope to die. chris can also turn a serious moment into a lighter one when its necessary. he's full of jokes and he'll fire them away whenever he wants to. there's no doubt that you won't want to just chill with christopher when you get to know him better.

likes;
traveling, reading, baseball, football, soccer, the smell of coffee, the sunshine on his face, swimming, the beach, the ocean, seattle, new york city, old jeans, simple t-shirts, when it rains on and off, the smell of rain, camping, camp fires, writing letters, recieving letters, running, lifting weights, sleeping in late, mac and cheese, kissing, dancing around the house, singing journey, when something feels right, buying things he doesn't need, meeting interesting people, school, and greek mythology.

dislikes;

immature people, teases, loosing, complicated situations, being alone, crashing after a sugar rush, being late for important things, not having anything to do, people who complain all the time, forgetting, & failing.

Sample RP:

zooey pulled her thick brunette curls into a tight bun as she walked down the hallway of her apartment to the living room. saturday was her favorite day of the week for more reasons then one would think. one was the fact that she got to sleep in late like she just had and didn't have to get ready to go out to class right away. two was that she could actually prepare some food instead of hitting up the dunkin' donuts on her way to dublin university. and three was that she always spent her day with max. it had just kind of become the pair's thing as best friends. yes, just best friends.. nothing more then that. that thought pulled the corner of zooey's lips into a frown and her back arched forward. mason bradford was the perfect guy. he had morals, could sing, play the guitar, and even made her laugh. he had been one of her first friends when she made her way to dublin and since she had laid eyes on his beautiful chestnut eyes they had been attached at the hip. but things started to get messy for her when she started getting that fluttering feeling that started at the tippy top of her toes to the beating organ in her chest. of course it wasn't like zooey was going to tell him that she wanted to be with him. the girl knew his thoughts about relationships and commitment. he didn't like them. end of story. they never touched the subject again. zooey had wanted to, several times actually, but always held her tongue just so she wouldn't upset him. they were better off as friends anyways and that's what she had been telling herself whenever she was around him. there was no reason to even think that mason and she would ever be an item. sooner or later she would have to believe that. zooey was thrown back in to reality when her bare feet touched the cold tile spread out across the kitchen. zooey formed her hands into fists and dug her nails into her palm until the feeling sunk in. after taking a deep breath she continued to walk on the cold tile and one of her arms reached for the refrigerator door.

the girl's big bronze eyes stared at the shelves of food and a rumble roared inside her stomach. cold hands clutched around zooey's waist and she started gnawing on her bottom lip as she searched for something to satisfy her tummy's needs. there were several items of food shoved inside plastic containers and piled on top of one other that the sight kind of looked like the leaning tower of pisa. the thought made the corner of zooey's lip pull up into a smirk and then a girly giggle followed afterwards. grabbing one of the tiles of the leaning tower, zooey reached for the milk placed in one of the shelves on the side of the fridge and then spun on her heel. the food thudded against the granite counter and then one of zooey's greedy hands pried the plastic lid off to take in the scent of the chinese food she had ordered the night before. before her was a container full of orange chicken and fried rice waiting for her to devour. okay, so maybe it wasn't the most appropriate thing to eat before one o'clock, but that didn't stop zooey from throwing the plastic into the microwave and pressing a few buttons to start heating up the foreign feast. while the sound of the chicken popping sounded from the microwave zooey's eyes scanned the kitchen counter for the remote to the tiny tv screen placed in the corner of her counters. an old charcoal remote was soon in the hands of the girl and her index finger pressed down on the power button just when the microwaves alarm rang through out the apartment.

there were laughs projecting from the small speakers attached to the television and then familiar voices followed afterward that forced zooey to turn her head back to the screen. an old season five episode of the cosby show played behind the glass and the manly voice of theo huckstable continued speaking when the laughter had died down. zooey had fallen into this obsession with old television shows. not only the cartoon ones, but the ones they showed on nick at nite like cheers and full house. there was some real comedy in those cheesy scripts. there had been several nights where the brunette would crawl into bed with a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream in her hands and watch the shows for hours by herself. sometimes she would send a text to mason with a quote he knew he wouldn't laugh at and then hoped he would somehow stayed up long enough to text her back. he never did, but that didn't stop the girl from continuing to fall asleep to the sound of john stamo's voice as he lectured michelle about some irresponsible thing she had done. as zooey retrieved the food from the microwave and grabbed a fork from a drawer she thought about mason's plans for today. the plastic hit the counter againn and the brunette fled from the kitchen to grab her cell phone off her queen sized bed. zooey pulled up her contacts, searched for her best friend's name, and then began texting away on the full keyboard on her blackberry. "meet me at starbucks in 45 minutes?" zooey read her text aloud and hit the roller ball to send the message. if she wanted to be at starbucks in forty-five minutes she had to scarf down that orange chicken. and she was off to finish off her breakfast before hopping into the shower.

forty-five minutes was certainly not enough time to doll herself up for mason. her curls had been removed from the hair tie and now fell over the girl's bare shoulders. for some reason zooey had decided to go with a sleeveless shirt while throwing on some clothes, but had quickly remembered to grab a jacket before she shut the front door of her apartment behind her. the starbucks that mason usually met her up at was only a five minute drive from her residence and the car key's to her old toyata camry jingled as the girl started up the car and pulled out of her parking space. the heat blew against zooey's cold cheeks as she drove down the streets of dublin. at least she would look half decent when she saw her best friend. gah, this was so unlike her. wanting to actually get ready to see mason was just something that zooey regan did not worry about. he had seen her in pj's before and had heard her snort while laughing. there was no reason at all to complain about her looks at this point and that's why she stared at herself in her rearview mirror for a few seconds after parking into a free space in front of starbucks. zooey was happy with herself when she found that she looked almost just like normal, with just some mascara over her eyelashes and then some pink lipgloss she had found while digging through her purse. the girl took a deep breath before hauling herself out of her toyata and slamming the door behind her.

the cool wind played along the surface of zooey's beige skin and the girl could feel the tip of her nose turn into ice as she approached the door to starbucks. those bronze eyes of hers eagerly searched for the brown haired boy sitting in one of the tables and sure enough they landed on him within seconds. he looked so dreamy in his wrangler jeans and plaid scarf tossed around his neck that zooey tried to keep herself from squealing. boy, she felt like a little girl again. zooey reminded herself to breath as she pulled on the handle of the door before her and then started making her way to the back of the coffee shop where he was seated. "hey you." one of zooey's brilliant smiles beamed at the boy once she reached him and the girl prayed he wouldn't throw her one of those small smiles at her. she probably couldn't bare it.

link to the site, the long and winding road
link to the thread, mixed feelings
link to character's profile, zooey michelle regan

This application is very well written, but I must ask that you go back to page one and re-read the rules about sample roleplays, as roleplays must be in the point of view of ones character.

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First Name: maddox
Last Name: Inoue
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:

History:

The hardest part of this boy's life was sitting by the bedside of his dying mother. The memories of how it happened, and how he blamed himself. It was something he sure wouldn't forget in a million years.
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Maddox was born and raised in London. His parents Faith, and Rex Inoue were madly in love, but that didn't mean that their family didn't have problems. Every family did right? Maddox was an only child. Which wasn't easy on his part. That meant that he was the only one there to make his parents proud, and he was the only one they could push to live their lives. It was hard. Many times he heard from other that he was lucky that he didn't have any brothers or sisters, but he didn't feel that way. Never once did he feel that way. He was pushed to get good grades in school, and to do well in life in general. The pushing though just made him want to do bad, and to fail. Just to see if his parents would still accept him. He was wrong.

The first time that Maddox failed was the last time he ever would. Walking in the door that day, and being confronted by his father. The yelling. It was almost too much for him to take. That was also the first time and only time his father hit him. At first he just thought it was normal. Every family had their problems. He was a naive eleven year old. His father only wanted him to have the best life he could. Maddox was a bright kid, and he knew he could do better, but the fact that his parents kept on him about doing well just made it hard. The pressure was just too much. The day after him, and his father got into their fight Maddox went to his mother to talk to her.

Faith was a caring woman. One who never judged anyone on any subject. Maddox was always able to talk to his Mother if he were in any kind of trouble. Talking to her about what his father had done was tough, and at the time he thought it was going to be the hardest thing ever. He was wrong again. Just like always his mother reassured him that it would never happen again. Maddox didn't believe her. That was until his mother filed for divorce from his father. That year was hard on the teenage boy. Hearing their fighting. He was never good with hearing people yelling. So Maddox would go up to his room, and hide in there with his music until he thought it was all over.

Faith, and Maddox moved to a new house after the divorce was final, and with it being just him, and his mother Maddox didn't feel pressured. His mother had given up the fight of pushing him to do well. After that Maddox had been doing well in everything. His father was no longer in his life, and he was making friends, and he had the support of his mother. It was almost the perfect life. What he didn't know is that his mother was keeping the biggest secret of his life from him.

After his sixteenth birthday Faith decided that it was the right time to let him know. What he was, and what his parents never told him. Faith told her son that his parents were both wizards. At first Maddox just laughed. It just wasn't real. Witches, and Wizards. They didn't exist. The Faith pulled out the envelope that made believe. Opening it it turned out to be an invitation letter to a magical school. As any teenager Maddox was furious with his mother for keeping this secret from him. There was more yelling, but this time it was from Maddox. He went up to his room, and his mother left. That would be the last time Maddox would ever speak a word to his mother, and her hear him.

The next morning. Maddox woke up, and walked through an empty house searching for his mother. Coming up empty handed he had decided sub-consciously to call the cops. It was the first thing his mother did when his father didn't come home for a whole night. Maddox told the cops that him and his mother had gotten in a fight the night before, and she left. He had no idea where she was going, but it was very unusual that she wasn't home. As usual they said they would see what they could do, and he hung up the phone. Naturally the boy was worried, and scared. Maddox paced around the kitchen waiting the whole time. Occasionally sitting. When the phone rang, and the cop told him what had happened he knew his life was changed forever.

Apparently his mother had gotten in a wreck. They didn't know much then, but they told him what hospital she was at, and without further notice Maddox was on his way there. Seeing his mother in that hospital bed hooked up to tubes, and wires. Maddox knew she wouldn't be the same person. She had dried blood on her, and was bruised. Her head was bandaged, and there were little spots of blood on the white gauze around her head. Maddox sat by his mothers hospital bed, and held her hand. Hoping for the best, but receiving the worst.

His mother was on life support for a while before the family made the decision to cut her off. That's when Maddox made the decision to do what his mother would have surely wanted him to do.

Personality:

Maddox inherited the personality of his mother. He's a good hearted boy who cared about everyone, and anyone. He didn't judge people, and loved easily. Maddox also inherited his fathers temper. Even though he never hit anyone. When he got mad he was mad. It was almost like the boy had two completely different personalities, but he knew that wasn't the case. The now seventeen year old took to writing too keep himself calm. He tries to write stories, and poems, but he never keeps any of them. Maddox is very critical of himself, and the things that he does.

Still with the memories of his mother fresh in his mind. He's kind of secluded, and stays away from a lot of people. He's slowly coming out of that, but he knows it's going to take some time. Although he does like to talk to people, and make new friends. Maddox knows he's going to have to talk to more people to get the memories to at least subside a little to have any kind of normal life.

Sample Rp:

Everything was new to him. The magic. The school. The lifestyle. He lived as a normal human being his whole life. He knew nothing about this part of his life. It was nothing new to him however to feel like he fit in. That seemed to be his main feeling lately. It wasn't that he didn't fit in though. It was more his state of mind. It was always on the vision of his mother, and the good memories he had with her. He missed her. That was normal for someone who had lost someone. Maddox just never knew that it would be this hard. He hadn't talked to one person since he had arrived at this place, and he didn't have any hope that he might talk to someone. Still he stayed here, and would continue to stay here until he graduated. He was sure his mother would have wanted that.

Letting out a soft sigh the boy sat down on a bench. His chocolate colored eyes looking around the vast courtyard of the school. It wasn't empty. In fact there were a lot of people out there today, but none of them even seemed to notice he even existed. Maddox pulled out a small book from his pocket. The front and back both were covered in leather or were they just made of leather. He never did spend much time trying to figure it out. He opened it up to the first page, and started writing. The words he wrote didn't make any sense. They were just random words that he felt like writing down. It some how made him feel better. When he wrote he could write anything and everything. Without fear of being judged by others. Not everyone would be like his mother, and have a good heart. It worried him whether or not he would be able to fit in here. Ever.

After writing for a few minutes his mind had wandered and he began to doddle on his paper. It happened occasionally. Maddox could focus it was just kind of hard when he was bored, and he was bored today. That was until someone sat down beside him. Maddox kept his eyes glued to his paper. Hoping that whoever it was would leave, but after about a minute he was sure that they weren't going to, and he would have to be polite, and introduce himself. It was just how he was. He could let people think he was rude. Maddox breathed in deep, and closed the little leather book, and returned it to his pocket.

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Maddox seems like he'll fit in in Cossu quite well.

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[/sup], 1993, a sparkling, gracecious baby girl was born. Leah had not thought of any names for the baby, so her mother, Antoinette, had named her Finley Hannah Brewster. Unfortunately, Leah had to spend over time in the hospital, where the Healers had announced she has some kind of cancer, which was a muggle diagnosis. Antoinette was in shock and a lost for words, but her cascading tears had spoken for her.

Until the day that Finley turned 11, Antoinette knew it was hopeless for Leah to survive, since the cancer had been coming back and forth every two months. Then before they knew it, Leah had silently drifted into a cold sleep for eternity. Finley knew what was happening to her mother, she knew what this monster inside her mother was doing to her. It was killing her love and lifefull fairy-blood. Finley didn't cry at all, she didn't have words or emotion to express what she was feeling. All she did was stare in shock, paralyzed with nothing to do, nothing to show.

A month later, a letter came from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, along with a seperate un-related note. Finley's grandmother had read the notes and noticed that the second one was from Finley's father, Odell. He knew about the death of his young love, and stated that he wanted to have the "pleasure" of sending "his sweet daughter" the note that Leah would always want to gift her. After reading that note, Antoinette hurried to Finley to read her the Beauxbaton's acceptance letter, though it was useless, that wouldn't even put Finley out of shock. So Antoinette decided to wait until the next day to see if Finley will come back to her senses.

Surprisingly, a dream had awakened Finley, a dream that seemed like a message that she had a father who wanted to kill her for some odd reason. Since Antoinette was a mother to Finley, she decided to tell her about her dream. All Antoinette could say was, "I see". That statement told Finley about what her dream might've meant; her hypothesis was that it was true, that it was a message. Her father wanted to track her down and kill her in some way that will seem as if payback for something that her mother had done to him. But what could it have been? Could it have been because Leah had left him for the child or cared for the child more than him? Finley had no clue, she only knew that she had a father, a father who left her mother for no good reason at all. Now all that's on Finley's mind is to go to Beauxbatons and watch out with her eyes on the back of her head. For one thing, she didn't know who or what her father is, all she knew was that he wanted to kill her for a reason that is better to stay unspoken about. [/ul]
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[/size][/b] Finley is the kind of girl who just wants to do what she pleases. A lot of times, she gets the idea of being independant and going the way she thinks is best for her. She hates people telling her what to do or telling whats best for her. Since Antoinette was her guardian and the only person who was close to her, Finley never gave back talk or showed her stubborn personality to her. But to other people, she has a different point of view on that. Along with her stubborn personality, she hates to show her strong feelings. Finley has no problem showing emotion and saying 'i love you' to her grandmother or anyone really close to her. Sometimes she has trouble to express herself from using words. Words to her seem so useless, 'cause she thinks it gives people the wrong idea about who you are and that they think you're a fake, 'cause they see you one day happy and another day sad. If she's happy or really crazy and want to make people laugh, she shows that side of her. When she has something to cry about, she would want to be alone and quiet. She'd rather keep her strong feelings to herself.

Protective,, A lot of times Finley finds herself comforting someone whether she likes them or not. If someone reaches out to her emotionally, she feels emotionally protective of them and wants to be of help to that person some how. Finley always had a part of her that likes to care for people who are like precious glass that can be broken easily. It's like she hates when people step on that glass that Finley is willing to be the sharp edges and cut them. Finley is always there when you need emotional support, even though she hates people showing heavey emotion such as crying, she's always there to listen to your problems and not judge. That's probably because of how hard it is to show her own strong emotions.

Crazy and Devious,, After Finley's mother's mournful death, she didn't find a reason to be happy or excited for anything. Though when Antoinette had pointed out how sad and broken she felt inside, and that she didn't need any of it from anyone else, and that she needed someone to humor her. So Finley decided to show her true colors and her true rainbow inside of her with humorous laughter and jokes. Finley did have a few friends who used to like to hang out with her before she got all sorrowfull. But when Antoinette talked some sense into her friends, they all re-united and started to go through their devious and spontaneous ways, being crazy. As a baby, Finley had a sparkling laughter and always made people laugh, she also had a small part of her that get's her really crazy that it get's her in trouble.

Overall, Finley is very awkward and has a plethora of feelings inside of her that gets her confused about herself. Though she's mostly all about being this stubborn, hard to get, protectively crazy and devious girl, that people sometimes misunderstand.[/ul]
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I'm thinking that Cossu would work well for Finley.

[875831]

First Name: Isabella (everyone calls her Izzy)
Last Name: Neals
Age: 14
Appearance: thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_168/1185485741zn2D6X.jpg like the picture but not so long of hair She also has blue green glasses.
History: Izzy's mom ran off when Izzy was a little kid. Her dad never said anything about her mom. She and her dad get along real well. Her dad is a successful lawyer and they live in a large house in London. Izzy doesn't know if her mom was a witch but as far as she knows she is a muggle-born. Izzy was also practically raised by her grandmother her cared for her since her father had to work, sadly she died a few years ago. Izzy past is very complicated and a lot of it is unknown to her.
Personality: Izzy is your typical suck-up. She is a good student always getting good grades. In school she always had a problem with getting and keeping friends because her academics were much more important to her. Izzy is also very outspoken. She can strike up a heated debate about anything in a matter of minutes which is another reason friendships suffered.
Sample RP:

Izzy grumbled as she fell from her bed. Grabbing her cell phone and flipping it open she checked the time 9:00 Shoot she thought remembering her appointment with her dad for breakfast at 9:20. She threw a black skirt that stopped at her knees, a white tank top with a pink and blue stripped sweater. pulling on black flats she bounced down the stairs and out the patio door to the garden. "Hi daddy" she said kissing him on the side of his cheeks. "Hey honey" She sat down in the chair across from her dad as he sat down his morning paper. She spooned the fresh fruit salad onto her her plate and asked her dad how he slept. "Very good" he responded "you?" she swallowed a strawberry and responded "good enough" she smiled across the table at him as she finished off her pancakes. " What are you doing today daddy?" she asked. "I have to stop at the offices at..." he trailed off looking at his watch "shoot" he said "I'm late so sorry honey how but we meet for lunch around 1?" she smiled sadly concealing her disappointment "that works" she said as he stood up pushing his chair out and grabbing his briefcase. He kisses her cheek and runs toward the front of the house. Suddenly not feeling hungry anymore Izzy stood Up too signaling Elizabeth, the maid to clean off the table.

I think that Izzy could certainly be expanded on a bit more, as it is hard to get a good picture of her personality or history with the information given. Even if she doesn't know something about her past, feel free to expand on those things anways so that the reader will know about them; at least in the application.

[omg, it's october !?!]

First Name:

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October

Middle Name:

Marie

Last Name:

Delacour

Blood-Type:

Vampiric

Birth Place:

Tokyo, Japan

Birth Date:

October 31, 1991

Age:

Sixteen

Appearance:

History:

Before Birth::

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Sullivan Delacour was born into a rich and Nobel family in France, her only had one younger sister. His father Paul Delacour had a few of the royal families still residing in France and england. Sullivan's mother, Celeste was just a commoner before she met and later married married Paul. Mizuki Fujiwara was born into a common family in Tokyo, Japan along with her twin sister Mai Fujiwara. Her mother Amaya raised her kids alone and worked part time as a maid in a large hotel. Mizuki's father Hideki left her mother right after her and her sister were born. Mizuki and Sullivan met at a Halloween masquerade ball October 31, 1990 in Paris, France. Mizuki was there on holiday visiting her sister Mai. They were both in their early twenties then, but they immediately fell in love. Although the alcohol they drank did help them a bit.

Mizuki and Sullivan couldn't resist each other and later on went back to Sullivan's place. Mizuki became pregnant and moved back to Japan with Sullivan & About a year later They gave birth to two beautiful twin girls, October and Emily. A year later Sullivan and Mizuki were married.

Childhood::

October grew up in a large mansion like house. And because her father had a lot of money October and her sister were spoiled rotten as kids. October was very smart for a kid. By the time she was two she had learned to read fairly well and when she turned three she could write just as well. Her parents, mainly her father, had big plans for her. When October was ready for kindergarten she wasn't the most outgoing person. And it seemed like every time she would try and be herself the kids would try and stay as far away as possible from her. And as for the kids who did talk to her it was only to see if they could get her to buy them some stuff, knowing that she was loaded with money. Mizuki thought it best to place the girls into some activity by the time they turned seven. Emily went into horse riding while October learned how to play the piano and violin; She loathed them both, but kept on with them to please her mother.

But on the day October and Emily turned 9-years-old their mother father got into a car crash. their father was put into intense care in the hospital while their mother was killed instantly in the crash. When October and her sister heard of the news at school Emily busted out crying while October stood there with a expression on her face. She wasn't sure what to think then. Her mind revolved around nothing but her father's health, her sister, and school; she had no time to think about herself, not even in the slightest bit. While her father was in the hospital their aunt Claire flew down to japan from France to take care of the two girls and watch over her older brother. Sullivan was released from the hospital a few months later, but Claire stayed with the family to make sure everything was alright. October was as quiet as can be then and Claire knew something was up. She tried many times to talk to October about it, but October said nothing to her nor anyone else.

Teen Years::

Going to High school wasn't the number one thing October really wanted to do, but she knew it was best if she did so she just kept her mouth shut and went. Her sister had already made new friends on the first day, but not October. She thought it best to stay out of everyone's way, although a few girls did talk to her during their passing periods, but other then that no one really paid any attention to her. She became known as Emily's Twin Sister and that really pissed her off. everyone time someone would call her or refer to her as that she would yell "I HAVE A NAME YOU KNOW!" at them making them think she was somewhat crazy. October didn't really care what people thought of her. she knew who she was and that was good enough for her. A few month's before the girl's 16th birthday October's sister Emily gained a boyfriend. Although October didn't really like him she tried to avoid him as much as possible. Emily's boyfriend's name was Renji and he was the most popular and beautiful boy in their school.

October found her cocky and arrogant, not a good match for her sister though. In the school halls October would find him flirting with other girls many times then taking them into a dark and empty classroom. She didn't wish to know what went on from there. But she did notice something odd about the girls after they came out of the room. They were pale and sickly. Most of them somehow fainted or were scared for life. And that made October fear for her sister. But Renji knew that October knew that something was up and her tried t get her alone to talk to her. But she just wouldn't listen. So one day Renji practically kidnapped her and took her into the dark empty classroom. Her tied her up in a chair and turned on a small dim light so October could see his face. He told her she shouldn't have wondered too much, and thats when her bared his fangs and sunk them into October's neck.

The pain from the fangs hurt her dearly, but she tried not to let out a scream no matter how small. She knew what he was doing, he was changing her into a vampire. October also knew that if she struggled it would only hurt a lot worse. Once Renji knew the venom was spreading he untied her and let her go. October threatened to kill him if he ever laid a hand on her sister. And with that Renji took her advice and left the school for good.

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Personality:

Kind & Caring::

October is well known for being kind to her family. They're her top priority and she just want them all to be happy. Her sister is the one person she watches after the most though. Because if anything ever happened to her the pain would eat October alive. Her father is the second on her list since he is the only parent she has right now. Although she knows he's still in pain from her mother's passing he's still trying to make the family work and October respects him for that. Octobers very small group of two friends she cares for a lot. When they're sick she makes them soup and helps nurse them back to health. And she helps them study for whatever finals they need help with.

Envy::

October envy's her sister so much as well as any other girl she sees. She thinks of how lucky they are to still be normal girls living normal lives. Wishing everyday that she would have killed Renji then and there knowing he might do the same to any other girl out there. October knows she's not as pretty as most girls, but she knows she's not ugly. And for her thats at least something. She's very envious of the amount of friends her sister has. Even though she knows she could have the same amount and be just as popular, she still doesn't try to be.

Sorrow::

The pain of her mother's death still lingers inside October. Though she trying to hide it from her family with a smile or two it's still there. She doesn't really know if she'll ever get over it all. But for her family's sake October knows that she must put on a brave face and keep moving forward no matter what. Although if something like that ever were to happen again to anyone in her family she knew she wouldn't be able to take it and would probably break down. She's not as strong as she makes herself out to be, but at least she's trying. Although October knows it's not good to hide her true feelings.

Hate::

October hates Renji for what he's done. She's vowed to herself that if she ever sees his ugly mug again she'd kill him. Most people would think that these thoughts are a bit hostile, but she doesn't really care. He broke her sister's heart and changed her into a vampire and she will never forgive him for his actions no matter what he says or does.

Distant::

October is very distant from people she doesn't really know or has a bad feeling about. Since usually her feelings are right about 100% of the time. October doesn't really wish to have heart to hearts with people either. Since she knows that most don't understand the pain and suffering she's had to go through over the years. Although most claim to know she knows that their experiences are different from hers.

Thoughts::

October thinks completely different from people.For example when most people think of the colors black and white thats all they really see. But when October looks at them she sees much much more. For black October thinks of it as though it's hiding secrets. For white she thinks of it as bright and innocent as well as full of color. When people see a sunset the think of the end of another day. But when fallen sees the sunset she sees a new beginning. Most people think it's odd, but she doesn't really care for what most people think of her.

Sample RP:

October tried to open her eyes as wide as possible in hopes that she would be able to see in the dark room. She felt another person's presence as she struggled against the ropes tied around her hands and feet. Suddenly a small dim light appears in front of her along with a familiar face. Renji. "What do you want from me," October spoke with great fear. Renji merely looked at her for a moment and smiled. He had a twinkle of evil in his eyes and it made October shiver a bit. "Well?" He brought his face closer to his. She turned away from him and pulled her lips back into her mouth a bit.

"I'm not going to take advantage of you if thats what your thinking," said Renji. His voice was somewhat deep yet very smooth. "I just wanted to talk." "Theres nothing to talk about!" Snapped October as she turned her head back to face him. He moved back away from her giving her a bit of space. "don't be like that, come on. At least give me a chance to explain myself." "I'm listening, well half listening." What she said was true. She was fairly curious as to what he was going to say to her.

"I wanted to talk to you about the girl's you've seen me with. you haven't told your sister yet have you?" He looked a bit frightened and on edge when he spoke. She knew he liked her sister a lot, but not this much. "And break her heart? yea right! Like I' ever do anything like that to my sister." His eyes shun with signs of relief. She rolled her eyes at him, "continue please so i can hurry up and leave." He cleared his through and began speaking once more. "Well I know you've seen me with them but it's not what you think. They mean nothing to me. I've only been taking them into this room because..." He looked like he didn't know what to say at that point.

"What couldn't come up with a good enough excuse before you tied me up?" She used a small sarcastic tone and could see in his eyes that it was pissing him off a bit. "Now don't go and tell me some bullsh-t excuse! tell me the truth god damn it! Or else I'll tell my sister about the other girls!" October saw a fire ignite in his eyes. She felt a bit uneasy about him for a moment. He looked as though he was going to murder her or something. "IF YOU WOULD SHUT THE HELL UP AND JUST LET ME EXPLAIN!" "screw this I'm done talking to you." October struggled once more with the ropes as she tried to get free.

"FINE I'LL JUST SHOW YOU WHAT I'VE BEEN DOING THEN!" Renji advanced toward her and gripped her shoulders tightly. She tried to search his facial expressions for any clues on what he was gonna do to her. He looked down to her neck and smiled. "you know your a bit to curious for your own good." He kissed her neck gently as she struggled against him. Then the pain finally struck her. He had bitten down into her neck and from there she finally know what he truly was. She tried her best not to scream in case anyone was passing by the room.

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You didn't say anything about October's magical side if she had one, and Beauxbatons is for witches and wizards purely, meaning that she'd have to have had at least some magic in her before becoming a vampire.
But I'm thinking Rouerie.

[opaque]

First Name:

Emil

Middle Name:

Coeurl

Last Name:

Beaumont

Age:

sixteen years old

Birthday:

August 12

Appearance:

[.:click here:.]

Companion:

Adrienne - Phoenix


Adrienne has been a part of the Beaumont family for several generations, both her own and her masters'. She was tamed in the 1400's and now serves as a faithful companion and loyal pet for the entire family. Like any phoenix, she has brilliant red, scarlet, and gold plumage, and her tail feathers are similar to peacocks. When she grows old, her feathers dull into a whitish pink shade.

She is infinitely patient, and she has an exceptional ability to provide comfort and wisdom to anyone in her presence. Though she is gifted with strength, it is a bit less effective compared to other phoenix. She dislikes many animals, including owls, and is aloof and disconcerted when they approach. She doesn't mind cats, however. She is highly distrustful of anyone her masters are not close with, and she is nearly as protective as a mother bear.

image copyright maggock.deviantart.com/

History:

young age:.
Since birth, Emil was a strange boy. He rarely cried for no reason, although his reasoning may have been beyond his parents' knowledge. He ate well, grew strong, and his parents were proud to find him a wizard at five when he set a passing Muggle's cap on fire. A few days later, he recieved his first wand as a birthday present.

Emil began to be taught magic when he was eight. Also at this time, he learned a little bit of French from his family - the language is deeply rooted in his blood - but English remains his primary language. He showed little aptitude in wand-waving at the early age, though he tore through books on magical theory, and since he's been a voracious reader.

early teens:.
Emil's love for reading brought him into the world of Muggle Literature. He not only seeked novels and fiction, but later nonfiction, magazines, and then tabloids. He had a keen fascination with health and nutrition in particular. But these Muggles... Why did they adore the thin, shun the hefty? At eleven, Emil opened his eyes and looked around him. He wasn't a skinny boy. In fact, he still retained a bit of his baby fat. Was that the reason he had few acquantances and less friends?

Bulimia nervosa became a malfactor in Emil's lifestyle. For three years he binged and purged over two day intervals, and it left him stark thin and haggard. It aged him beyond his years, and only on the day he turned fourteen did his parents find the evidence of his personal curse. They used their own personal skills to attempt to rehabilitate him in the first month, but they soon gave up to seek professional help. On his fifteenth birthday, he recieved his acceptance letter to Beauxbatons, but he was still unwell enough to go.

nowadays:.
Emil was allowed to journey to Beauxbatons the summer after he turned fifteen, nearly nine months after the letter came. His parents were so concerned with his well-being on his own that they sent Adrienne to go with him, and it was the first time that she had been to Beauxbatons. Even if she settled into the school with apparent ease, Emil did not. He made a total of zero friends, and though his studies hadn't started yet, he ignored reading like the plague. Instead, he did little aside from eating, and shut himself in his dormitory with Adrienne.

His figure has nearly returned to normal, but he is very frail and succeptable to illness. Relapsing has been a very large issue and a difficult obstacle to jump. It leaves him tired, and often moody. He acts secretive around students and withdraws from teachers. Adrienne is his sole confident. His parents frequently write to him and they are urging him to get familiar and settle down with some friends.

He has recently picked up reading again, as well as a newfound liking to writing. Though he despises poetry, lyrics, letter-writing, and opinionated compositions, he doesn't mind most homework, and he enjoys writing fiction. It allows him to pull up poor grades. His practical magic skills are still a bit lacking, but he has found that - though he is extremely incompetent the first plethora of times he casts - after several days' hard effort it becomes easy for him to master a spell.

Personality:

.:seclude
Emil never was good at the whole "socialization" factor of life. He prefers working in solitude than even with a single person. If he is forced into it, he has a sort of reluctant attitude at first, though he is an agreeable partner and he is neither cold nor exclusive. He doesn't mind crowds, so long as they don't mind him. Late Friday night, he wouldn't be caught dead at a party, club, or bar. Instead, he would rather be safe and warm in his dorm, with Adrienne's cool feathers under his fingertips and his other hand scrawling away at homework that wasn't due. He finds beauty in the earth and in nature even if he has no true peace within himself.

.:serenity
Despite his less-than intimidating stature, he isn't someone that a bully would mess around with. His mature expressions give the air of a man who knows what he's doing, despite his true feelings, and he has been mistaken for an adult on a couple occasions. He avoids conflicts, as it messes with his mental state: being hit, made fun of, or otherwise tormented shoves him into a certain section of his mind where he believes that he should do anything possible to protect himself, and he can do things that he wouldn't otherwise do, including resorting to violence. Once in a while, though, when something he treasures is threatened, he will consciously make the decision to be agressive instead of his typical passive state.

.:saboteur
Love has no true place in Emil's dictionary, unless you include Adrienne. In the hypothetical situation that he might be involved romantically, love is still a difficult aspect. Typically, he is gentle around members of the opposite gender, and content with other men. However, his relapses and (much more frequent) mood swings can make him underhanded and coarse. Emil doesn't mind lying, and will readily do so in order to get what he wants accomplished. He typically has no temper to speak of, but these flashes of anger, as spontaneous as the pyre of a phoenix, can potentially ruin a relationship for life.

Sample RP:

The boy lowered his wand with a shaking hand. His stomach was aching with hunger, but he knew better. The radiant bird in the corner trilled quietly in concern. The boy shot her a look that was clearly not happy and lifted the point of his wand again.

The stack of books in the center of the floor gave him no comfort. They looked cold, distant, alone in their little square pillar. And they're as heavy as a mooncalf, the boy, who was named Emil, thought bitterly. His arm shook with the effort of keeping still. His face was red with exersion, as if he'd been running for a long distance, but he knew he was no match for a jog around the grounds.

Emil was not a strong teenager. He could hardly make it from the Entrance Hall to the dormitories without becoming short of breath halfway there. If you asked him to carry a few books to class without a satchel, he would immediately resort to wandwork. Which is why he was here now, practicing. You never knew when one of the really nasty Surnois would rip a hole in your pack. And Emil really didn't need his arms and legs to give out from carrying his textbooks.

Of course, these tomes were heavier, and there were more in the tower than all of his books for all of his courses combined. You had to work your way up in theory before you could attempt the easier practice. He set his jaw, concentrating intensely. And then, with a swish and flick, he commanded, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The top two books lift slightly, wavering hardly a feather's width apart in the air. The effort needed tore into Emil's mind to shatter his train of thought, and the books fell with a cheerful thump back on the tower. Unfortunately, as if adding insult to injury, the tall pile swayed drunkenly, teetered precariously, and before Emil could react the tower fell to the ground like a happy toddler playing with a knarl.

It frustrated Emil more than he could stand. He tossed his wand onto his bed (where it emitted several angry indigo sparks) and then followed suit. Adrienne immediately fluttered to where he lay and she set her head upon his aching right arm. Exhausted, he wearily lifted his free hand to stroke her smooth head feathers. And then he was forced to rest this hand on his stomach, which still gurgled unhappily.

"Would you pick that up for me, Ria?" he asked quietly. He only used this nickname when he was truly spent. He gestured with a finger towards the fallen pile, and already his vision faded out with sleep. When was the last time he'd gotten a good night's rest? Probably a few days ago, when he'd begun fasting...

Damn. That meant he would have to eat again soon. The idea pushed him through the barrier into unconsciousness, and he dreamt the gentle cries of a phoenix.

I'm thinking Rouerie for Emil.

[julietbellamont]

First Name:

Juliet Constantine.

Last Name:

Bellamont.

Age:

Sixteen.

Appearance:

Juliet looks exactly like her mother, the spitting image of her actually. With brown curls that below her shoulders that she usually has down or in a messy style, and brown eyes that tend to always be warm she carries the looks from her mother’s side, as far as she knows. She’s not exactly he tallest student in Hogwarts, just reaching five foot. She’s tiny, best way to describe her. Her hands and feet are rather small, and have a delicate look to them. To those around her, Juliet is just fragile and delicate in general and perhaps that’s true, but inside she is a trooper and does her best in any situation. Juliet tends to wear whatever she feels comfortable in, which is usually just jeans and a shirt. She’s not the kind of girl to go over-the-top just to grab a guy’s attention; in fact she doesn’t want any attention at all from men. Her school uniform is worn with pride, but she tends to dress it down a little sometimes, since she hates skirts she usually sneaks a pair of tights underneath and undoes the top button because it is always done up too tight around her neck. She can always be found wearing a locket that her father gave her mother back on the holidays, and she’s never taken it off in her life.

History:

Diana Bellamont was a senior in high school, and everything was perfect. Her family chose to take a vacation on the beaches of Australia, since they’d been practicing their English and decided that Australia was the best place to go. That was where Diana met Dean Lefeau. Dean was a seventh year at Beauxbatons, and also had a girlfriend, Amelia, back in France that he planned on proposing to when he got back. But that didn’t stop him from having glances at the natural beauty, Diana. They got talking, and soon they were making out at the beach. Dean forgot all about Amelia over the long vacation, but by the end of it he remembered the girl that had captured his heart back in France and he had to leave Diana. Dean loved Diana too, but he was very much committed to Amelia. He couldn’t bring himself to say good-bye to Diana in person; it would break his heart, so instead he left a note explaining everything. A week later she returned with her family to France.

A month later Diana discovered she was pregnant, and knew straight away that Dean was the only possible option for the father. Her parents kicked her out of home, so she moved in with her big brother and his pregnant girlfriend. If it wasn’t for her brother’s support then Diana probably wouldn’t have made it through the tough months ahead. On Christmas Eve Diana was rushed to hospital, a month earlier then expected. She gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Juliet Constantine Bellamont. Juliet and Diana were both in hospital for a week, but after that they were free to go back home. Diana vowed to never tell Juliet who her father was and to never tell Dean that he had a daughter, after what he’d done to her she doubted he’d really care.

After Diana recovered from her pregnancy she got a job at a childcare centre. Juliet was also enrolled there, and after a while Diana got enough money to buy a small house for herself and her baby. Diana focused on raising Juliet instead of on men, Dean had been the only man to really have her heart and he’d smashed it into tiny pieces. Juliet was a good baby, almost like she understood her mother was stressed and that she had to keep quiet. As a toddler she was great, she understood to keep quiet and would give Diana hugs whenever she finally lost it and burst out crying. Juliet was a good child, and tried to do whatever she could for her mother from a very young age.

When Juliet started attending a muggle primary school, Diana unaware her daughter was a witch, her mother began dating again. She dated Juliet’s teacher, for nearly a year. That was the longest relationship she ever had, and he ended up breaking her heart and telling her that it just wasn’t working out. Diana packed up and moved, finding it easier to fun away then actually stay and face the problem. And so it continued. It was extremely repetitive, nothing ever changed. Diana would find a nice man, date him, get her heart broken, move them and then enroll Juliet in a new school. It wasn’t until Juliet was twelve that she begged her mother to stay in the one place; she was tired of making new friends and learning different things. Diana promised her it was their last move and that no matter what they would stay there.

When an owl flew into the window, Diana did not expect for such a life changing event to happen. Juliet got a letter, from a place called Beauxbatons. What was this strange place? The just assumed it was some kind of joke, but when a wizard explained that it really was no joke, Diana said good-bye to her daughter and Juliet left for the strange school. Of one thing she was sure, she was never going to fall in love, she’d seen her mother hurt far too many times to fall for someone…

Personality:

Juliet isn’t like most girls at Beauxbatons; actually she’s not like most girls in France. She’s an individual, and her history has very much shaped the way she is today. With no father around she never had a bond with any man, and she was never used to them. All she ever knew about men was that they broke her mother’s heart.

Juliet is a sweetheart in general. She’s the kind of girl that hates to see people hurt, or crying. She’d try her best to make someone else smile. That’s sometimes a problem though, because she puts everyone else and often forgets about her own problems. Juliet often finds it easier to focus on other peoples problems then on her own, and is rather selfless. She’s the girl that would rather be giving a hug then getting the hug. She believes giving is better then receiving and is strongly against people who just think about themselves.

She isn’t exactly quiet, just shy. Moving around so much meant she never got to learn proper people skills. Once Juliet makes a great friend, once you break through her little nutshell, and she begins to show who she really is. Everyone thinks of her as the quiet girl who tries hard not to get any attention, but that’s not always the case. Once you get to know her she is fun to be around and one of the sweetest people you’ll ever meet. The trouble is that Juliet doesn’t let people in easily. As a child she’d make new friends, but it just meant it was harder to say good-bye when she did have to move, so she developed a shell that not just anyone could crack through.

Juliet finds it hard to accept the fact that one day a special man will come along, and he’ll make her feel like she’s on top of the world. She doesn’t want to fall in love, all it brings is pain and heart ache and she’s not prepared to put herself up for that. Juliet has a hard enough time keeping her mother together, and it hurts her to see her mother miserable. She never wants to fall in love, it’s a very big fear of hers and she will go to all costs to stop herself from falling for someone.

Juliet enjoys writing. Moving around a lot meant she was always by herself and had a lot of free time. She enjoys making herself somebody else, especially when things are hard. She can just jump into a different world and be someone else, someone with a perfect life. Juliet was always the type to have her head in the clouds and was always a dreamer as a child.

Sample RP:

juliet bellamont

"Jules, I'm going to miss you so much, what will I do without you?"

Juliet smiled up at her mother, hugging her tightly as she pondered her question. She was going to Beauxbatons, and was seriously wondering what her mother was going to do. In the mother-daughter relationship the roles had been reversed and Juliet was the responsible one who stopped her mother from getting hurt. She was the one that blocked out the hurt, she was the one who would tell the guys who went after her mother to back the hell off, and when they hurt her mum she was the one to cry with her and give her a hug. What would her mother do without her? It worried her, and she'd been thinking about it for the past few weeks. "Mum, it'll be okay. I bought heaps of frozen meals for you, and I might make you some cookies and send them to you, alright?" Juliet said, tears running down her cheeks. Juliet and her mother had never been seperated, and it was new for both of them.

"My baby's growing up!" her mother sobbed. "Make sure you send me cookies, you know I burn water!" her mum whispered, before pulling out her tissues. "Look after yourself, and remember if it doesn't work out that you can come home," her mum said, worrying like any other mother would.

"Awwww, Mum," Juliet said, relaising she wasn't the only one crying. "I promise to send you some cookies," she nodded, pursing her lips together and wiping her face with the back of her hand. "It'll be fine, I know you're home if I need you, and I'll write to you nearly every day, I swear," she whispered, before hugging her mother. It was hard on both of them. Juliet was worried about her mother, and knew that her mother would miss her like crazy. Diana didn't want her daughter hurt and would miss her like crazy.

"ALL ABOARD!" the wizard called. Juliet turned around, they would be riding by a carriage. "Love you, Juliet," her mother whispered, kissing her fore head. "Love you mum!" she said hoarsley, before watching her mother disappearing into the crowd of people that were there to see their loved ones off.

Juliet jumped into a carriage. She had no clue what to expect at Beauxbatons. But one thing was for sure, it was a big adventure that she'd never forget and would change her life and the way she though about things forever...

I'm thinking Cossu for miss Bellamont.