Sorting (Term Eleven)

[dav]

First Name: Davian

Last Name: Caldwell

Age: Seventeen

Appearance: davian

History: Things hadn't always been perfect. In fact, Davian couldn't remember one day that things were perfect, but life wasn't supposed to be exactly perfect right? Nikkole and Justin were a match made in heaven. The two figured they would be together forever, but once they got married was when the two started fighting. Nothing was ever good enough for either of them. Something seemed kind of off though. Before they were married they never fought. Well barely. Nothing like it was after the two exchanged vows. Then Nikkole got pregnant with Davian. The two were as happy as could be. Still they fought over everything. His name, what color his room would be. All the little things. It wasn't until he was born that things died down.

Nikkole, and Justin were both wizards. In fact they met at their magical school. Never in a million years then would they ever thought that they would be married. Let alone having a son together. Nikkole described it as a dream come true. Justin would surely agree. After a few hundred diapers later Davian was now a thirteen year old boy. Their family wasn't the richest. That was for sure, but they got along pretty well. They owned their own small house with a huge back yard, and two dogs. It was almost like the typical family. Except when someone stepped in the house. Well someone that wasn't a muggle anyway. Nikkole, and Justin used magic for almost everything, and it was kind of surprising how they hid it so well from the muggles that lived all around them. Davian was no stranger when it came to magic, and wands. It was just a way of life.

What he didn't know though was that he would have to go away to school to learn this. That was if he wanted to. His mother approached him with a letter in her hand after his seventeenth birthday. It didn't take her long to explain it, but then again she didn't have a lot to explain since magic was an open subject in their house. Davian didn't wait long to start packing his things.

Personality: Davian grew up in a decent home. He was a nice kid, and had manners. Then again despite that he did have an attitude, and if someone got on his nerves long enough or they just made him mad. Well that when his attitude shows. Davian is the type of person that if you show him respect he will show you some, but the first time you disrespect him or show him and kind of rude gestures he will remember it.

Holding grudges isn't something he likes to do, but it happens, but only on the worst of occasions. Usually if he gets an apology then things are forgotten, and the person is forgiven, but there are something that he just can't forgive or forget. He would like to think that he was raised well. His parents taught him the right things, and taught him to stay away from the wrong things.


Sample RP:

davian mikel caldwell

The transition from home to the school went a lot better than he initially thought it would. Standing in the middle of the empty dorm now He really didn't know what to do. He had never been away from home this long, and now he had to be here for seven terms? His mom did mention something about breaks. Maybe he could visit home then. If he'd want to. It would take some time getting used to everything, but he was sure it would happen eventually. Davian sighed, and put his hands in his pockets making his way over to the window. Looking outside he could see most of the grounds. There were people out there. Doing different things. He wondered how long it would be for him to meet people that he could consider friends. He just hoped it didn't take too long.

Sitting down on his bed now. Davian opened up his luggage bag, and started pulling things out. He hated having to this stuff, but he didn't think his roommate would appreciate him just throwing things all over the floor. Even though he would rather do that. "Everything has it's place, and everything needs to be in this place" That was one of the many things he remembered his mother saying to him. It brought a smile to his face. It made putting things away a lot easier. Today was going to be a long day. This stay was going to be long. He had a feeling about that.

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Could you maybe elaborate on Davian's personality a little bit more? There really isn't much there to help with sorting him properly...

[roddick]

First Name: Roddick

Last Name: Silvestre

Age: 500 (born 1508)

Appearance:

When you think of vampires, what do you think of? Black hair, dark make-up, big fangs, pale skin, that kind of stuff, right? Well forgot everything you thought a vampires were about. You obviously haven't met Roddick Elias Silvestre, the brother of the vampire Lestat. Fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gents.

Standing at six feet exactly, and weighing in at 145 lbs, Roddick doesn't appear to be very intimidating, but he's quite the opposite. He's not short by any means, but he's not very muscular, having a lightly-toned swimmers body, even though he could pick up the strongest guy at Beauxbatons without any hesitation or difficulty. Unlike many other men of his time, and through the ages he's seen, Roddick doesn't aspire to be a big musclehead. So, even though he isn't super muscular, do not dare underestimate him. Roddick uses his looks and charm to get what he wants, not muscle. How does he do it? It's all in the eyes. Roddick has the most brilliant blue eyes, but it's not like many other peoples' eyes. Instead of being an ocean or an icy blue, his eyes are most of the time...aqua. They are brilliantly bright, staying as bright as they would glow if his vampiric powers kicked in. Instead of glowing brighter when his powers kicked in, they just start to glow a little, because his eyes are already that bright. But when they're not a bright aqua, they're just a piercing blue color, it's almost unexplainable. If anyone's eyes came close to his, it'd be Alex Evans' eyes.

You know, it's not just the eyes that gets him what he wants from anyone he meets. It's his whole appearance. The way he looks, and the way he moves. He has a vampiric elegance about him, every move he makes elegant and graceful. He doesn't try to be so, it just happens. It must have been the elder vampire thing. Let's go over his other features, shall we? Along with his bright eyes, what gets people is his devilish smile. He has generally straight teeth, almost perfect teeth, his canine teeth perfectly sharpened and pointed, all his teeth pearly white. Of course, he usually doesn't show his fangs unless he needs to or just forgets about it, which isn't likely. Another feature he takes in pride is his hair, which is always neat and brushed. Usually, it's brushed back, but he's been known to brush it into a more modern style, his original style a bit old and medieval. His more modern style is parted and brushed down in the front, swept to the side. He's very old fashioned, in his look. Of course, he no longer wears heavy suits of armor. He has a very old style charm. He has a defined chin and jawline, and looks very much like a model. In fact, all his clothes and his style looks like something you'd see in a book of male models. He wears his old style, but also the newest designer name clothes that models wear, for before he came to Beauxbatons, he was in many modelling shoots and ads. He has a very sophisticated style, and is truly vain at times, but you'll grow to love him.

History:

1508. It was long, long ago, and it's where Roddick's story begins. Roddick was born into a royal family in Paris, France. He had always been used to getting everything he wanted, but amazingly, he wasn't completely spoiled. If he had an urge, he would be more than happy to lend a hand to someone. But if he didn't feel any kind of urge to help, which was usually brought upon by pity for someone. Usually, he was just playing the role of the prince, the prince who get everyone and everything he wanted. He grew up inside the large castle in Paris, back when the castle was still standing. He lived a pretty simple life, not having to lift a finger upon force. That was, until his sixteenth birthday, when he became old enough to join the royal army. Unlike any other time in his life, Roddick was forced to join, under his father's command. The prince, at first, simply refused to join the army, in fear he would be harmed or die. But, he was forced, and Roddick would be shipped off a week later. He spent his last week with the king and queen, then was shipped off to war.

1524. The Royal Army base. That's where the prince's new home would be, but of course, being of the royal army, the soldiers lived in luxury, whether they were royal or not. Everything went smoothly at first, well, as smoothly as going through rigorous drills can go. After being worked to the bone and going through practice missions, he learned values of hard work, although that didn't stop him from being a prince, and a sometimes cold-hearted prince at that. He experienced the sight of death too many times while the wars that went on between countries. He was at the camp for two years before he had to return to home. Why, after just two years? Well, it was all because one night, while the soldiers stopped in a small town pub, Roddick got the urge for some...companionship. It'd been a couple years since he last had some companionship, the last time being the night ofh is sixteenth birthday. He found a maiden in the pub and seduced her without effort, but little did he know, his hormones would cost him. After he'd romanced the woman, something happened to him, after the girl bit him. As he lay in the bed, after the woman left that night, black veins started to take him over, everything turning red as his vision tinted. The girl had killed him, yet he was still there. He was...a vampire.

1526. The return home would be his last. After he was turned into a vampire, he returned home to his mother and father. Being the king and queen, his parents had their reputation to think about, so his visit home was short. As soon as they'd heard the news, they kicked him out, telling him he was just like his older brother, who Roddick would outlive. His brother was the vampire Lestat, who was turned long, long ago, by a vampiric man who was rumored to be his lover, according to the people in the castle. So, without taking a thing with him, Roddick left the castle and never turned back. From then on, he'd live off the animals and those he came across, especially the young maidens, which he liked to romance and seduce before he took their blood. He did that to men too, but only used them for lustful purposes. He just figured he had to fear no god, since he was pretty much damned anyhow. He did whatever he wanted, the body count piling over the years. He lived just like his brother, only he was smarter, and would still remain alive today, as much alive as a vampire could be.

Present day. Roddick Silvestre, the only remaining royal of the Silvestre family, is still walking the earth today. He hasn't changed much in over four hundred years, still courting anyone he could find. He was pretty much what kids today would call a manwhore, but he thought of himself as...free to do whatever the hell he wanted. But, after a pack of vampires started to come after him, the vampires who knew his sire, he decided he needed to go somewhere where nobody would find him, or know him, but it was hard, after he'd become a model for so long. He was a male model for expensive labels for a while, so a lot of people knew him. After looking at Beauxbatons Castle in a book, he decided he needed to get in, so he tapped into the magic that he'd been born with, studying hard to hone his skills. In no time, he got his acceptance letter, and is now going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Personality:

Sample RP:

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[xhenrix]

First Name: Henri
Last Name: Delancy
Age: seventeen
Appearance:

History: Antoine Delancy met Colette Molyneux when he was on a business trip. Antoine's work often brought him in contact with other races. This particular trip brought him into the world of fairies. The first time that he met Colette was when he saw her playing the piano at the small place he was staying. He was taken with her right away and started finding excuses just to speak with her. Over time, the two started to fall in love. Sadly, the time for Antoine to leave drew closer as each day passed. Two weeks before Antoine was supposed to leave, it was called to his attention that a male fairy was trying to court Colette. He knew that he was taking a major chance since he knew that Colette's father felt very strongly about her marrying a wizard, but he couldn't stand the idea of losing her.

Antoine went to speak with Colette's father. At first, her father gave a very firm no, but Antoine continued to see him. Finally, her father consented because he had never seen anybody so persisten, and he had never seen two people more in love. As a sort of trade for his consent, he asked that they have their children visit their fairy relatives during the summer every other year. This, the two promptly agreed to as they wanted their children to know about all of their roots. A year after their marriage, Henri and his twin Aimee were born. Their parents were overjoyed especially when they realized that they're children had inherited some of the powers of each parent.

Aimee was more like her mother. She had some magic ability, but she was clearly more fairy-like than anything. Henri was more like his father. He does have some ability for healing, but the only other real fairy ability he has is to communicate with birds. He feels slightly jealous of his mother and sister as they can communicate with all sorts of animals. Anyway, despite their differences, Henri and Aimee grew quite close to one another. In fact, they were inseparable. This was a good things as their family traveled quite a lot. It made little sense for them to attend school as they would have to transfer quite a lot. Therefore, they were homeschooled. Both of them were quite intelligent, but they had their weaknesses. Aimee was not very good with spelling or writing, and Henri's math was horrid. One thing they were both good at was music.

Besides his family, Henri's true love is the piano followed close after by the violin. The few friends he made as a child became his friends because they performed together or something of the sort. When he was younger, Henri used to be more open. However, there was an unfortunate instance with one of his muggle friends. They saw him talking to animals and showing other signs of magic. His parents were forced to perform a memory charm that caused his little friend to forget that he ever knew Henri. Since then, Henri has always been incredibly careful about how much he shows to people. Other than that, Henri and Aimee had a very happy childhood. Their parents did spoil them a bit, but that was nothing compared to their fairy relatives.

As asked, every other summer, Aimee and Henri spent time with their mother's family. They learned a great number of things, and for Aimee it was the place that she felt the most at home. It became quite clear that Aimee would probably not be attending a wizarding school. She didn't have enough magic to get by, so the family knew the twins would be separated once it was time for them to go to school. Therefore, they encouraged them to spend a lot of time together which they did. They went hiking, swimming, all sorts of things that were outdoors. A year before Henri was to go to school, it was time for Aimee to leave. It became harder and harder for her to disguise her powers, so she went to live with her mother's family. This was extremely hard for Henri, and for three months he was completely depressed.

Once school started, things got a lot easier for him. He made friends and even had his first girlfriend. That relationship didn't end happily at all. He found out that she was using him to get to another guy, so he hasn't been very good with females after that. Other than that, Henri is just trying to get used to being without his twin, and trying to make some friends.

Personality: Henri is a fairly shy person which makes it hard for him to get to know people and to make friends. He has been getting better at it lately since he can no longer depend on his siter to be there. There's just one problem. When Henri gets nervous, he tends to stutter which makes him very self-conscious. However, once you get to know him, Henri is quite outgoing and friendly. He has a nice since of humor, though, he can be quite sarcastic at times. It's a sort of defense mechanism he learned when he was younger. Sometimes if he feels threatend, he will lash out with sarcasm and hurt somebody's feelings. Luckily, people hardly ever push him that far.

Henri is also a very loyal and protective person. Once you get close to him, he will protect you with everything in him if you need him to do so. He doesn't trust easily, but it isn't others that are the problem. He doesn't trust himself ever since one of his friends had to have their memory of him erased. He does have problems trusting girls after his last relationship. In many cases, if you break his trust, you'll have to work extremely hard if you want even a chance of him trusting you again. As previously said though, if you have his trust, you can guarantee that you will have one fierce friend on your side. You need only ask, and he will do any favor you ask provided that it doesn't hurt one of his other friends.

Though Henri is quiet and a gentleman most of the time, he does have his moments. He can be quite moody especially if he is missing his twin quite a lot. His temper can get out of hand if you press him too far or catch him in a bad mood. However, he can be quickly shaken out of this if he notices that somebody seems upset. He hates seeing people upset and hurt, so he tries to do what he can to help. He's an excellent listener as he prefers listening to speaking. Henri can be quite mysterious at times. He doesn't like to put too much of himself out for the world to see. It may take a while, but you can get past his walls. If you do, you will find that there is more to him than meets the eyes.

Sample RP:Henri looked outside the window of his bedroom and let out a long, sad sigh. From here he could see the fort that he had made with Aimee in the tree out back. It made him sad to think of her. As hard as he tried, he had not gotten used to being without her. She was literally his other half, and he felt lost without her. She did come and visit them once in a while, but it wasn't the same. He missed her, and he hated that he couldn't seem to do much without her. As kids, he had always been looking out for her. Now it seemed that he was the one that needed looking after. He had never thought of himself as dependent, but that's what he was. There were some places he could find escape, but whenever he missed her he was practically useless.

Unable to stand the sight of the fort, he let the curtain fall back over the window and went downstairs. The house was quiet. His parents were out on a date to celebrate their anniversary, so he had the whole house to himself. There wasn't much for him to do in it as almost everything he owned was packed up in preparation for him going to Beauxbatons. His feelings about going to school varied each day. Today he was mostly nervous about it. Would people there like him? He used to be so outgoing, but lately he had been stuck in silence. He hoped that going to school would help him out a bit. He wanted to make some friends and make Aimee proud of him. She seemed to be doing alright where she was, so he needed to try to do the same.

His aimless walking took him to the music room. Without really thinking about it, he sat down on the bench and put his hands on the keys. He found himself playing Moonlight Sonata which was Aimee's favorite piece. It didn't make him sad this time, instead he felt a sort of release. The room echoed with music, and he kept playing. He switched songs without really thinking about it. He was so into his music that he didn't hear the owl tapping at the window for a good ten minutes. When he finally registered the sound, he apologized most profusely for keeping her waiting. Then, he took the note from around her leg, and she flew away. He thought it might be for his parents, so he was pleasantly surprised when he saw his name.

He decided to take the note back up to his room. It didn't say who it was from on the outside, so he found his curiousity peaked. He threw himself onto the bed and opened the letter. Immediately his heart stopped in his chest. It was from Aimee. His eyes devoured the letter quickly. It seemed that she was doing well, and she had sent him all sorts of advice and encouragement. He smiled as he pulled out their "special" parchment to send back a reply. He was now feeling completely up beat. After some thought, he started out the letter. Dear Aimee, I can totally do this...

I'm thinking Cossu for Henri.

[yelle]

First Name: Maegan
Last Name: Lawrence
Age: sixteen
Blood: muggleborn
Appearance:

Maegan stands at 5'7" tall. She has green and brown eyes. Her hair is dark brown that can be mistaken for black when it's dark. It's about shoulder length and naturally wavy. She doesn't usually take much time on her appearance in the morning. She wears plain t-shirts and jeans normally. Maegan has a long scar on her forearm.

History:

Maegan’s mother was still dating when she became pregnant. Once their father found out their mother was pregnant, he broke up with her. He promised to help her out, but he said he couldn’t be with her. He stayed true to his word, giving her money periodically, but he would have preferred leaving them alone.

Maegan was born with a twin brother, Dillon. They were always close, telling each other all of their secrets, though they were not close to their mother. Their mom wasn’t home very often, and when she was home, she usually had a boyfriend with her. Whenever that was the case, the twins would head to their room and stay there the rest of the night. They never liked any of their mom’s boyfriends, though they never had a chance to get to know many of them. When Maegan was five, her mother came home drunk. She got upset when Maegan told her she didn’t like her boyfriend, and her mother threw a bottle at her, leaving a long scar down her forearm.

When the twins were eight, their mother had another baby. He was named Malachi. Maegan was always the one to take care of him when their mother was gone or her boyfriend was over. Dillon didn’t like babies very much. As they grew older, Maegan and Dillon stayed close, but they gave each other some space. They had their own friends and after school activities, but they always informed the other of everything that happened.

When Maegan received her letter to go to Beauxbatons, she was shocked. She hadn’t ever believed in magic. She was extremely disappointed when Dillon didn’t receive a letter. He grew very jealous, and they started to drift apart. When she left, she and Dillon weren’t on very good terms, but her mother was excited. She was hoping that Maegan might be able to help out more once she learned some magic from this school.

Personality:

Maegan is very timid and drawn back. She doesn’t speak her mind unless whatever she has to say is positive, and even then she is hesitant. She grows embarrassed easily, and anyone can tell when she is, because her face grows red. She is fairly smart, but she hates reading and doing homework. She prefers to draw. She gets scared easily, which is why she hates scary movies.

Maegan makes people earn her respect for them. She doesn't trust people easily. It takes her a while to warm up to people, but once she does, she gets to be a little more outgoing and laid back. She doesn't talk about home at all. She doesn't like to bring up those memories. If anyone asks her about siblings, she tells them, but she keeps her answer brief. When she knows a few things, she tends to jump to conclusions, and usually they aren't correct. She tries to hide it when she's mad at people, but she always ends up blowing up later rather than sooner.

Sample RP:

Maegan took a deep breath a glanced around. The darkness seemed to be swallowing her up. Her heart was beating at least 500 times per minute, and her breathing was too fast and loud in her ears. There is nothing here besides you. Nothing is coming. You’re fine Meagan kept telling herself, but it wasn’t helping. Her wand was lit, but all she could see were the trees surrounding her.

Maegan set off at a brisk pace forward, though she wasn’t sure which way would lead her out of the forest. If I walk in one direction long enough, I’ll eventually get out, right? she asked herself rhetorically. Hearing something brush against a tree behind her, Maegan jumped and turned to see what it was and saw a cloaked figure standing their. Megan screamed in surprise and took off running, not caring if she was getting cut by the small branches on the trees.

Maegan kept running until she felt her lungs would explode from lack of air, but only slowed to a walk. She checked back over her shoulder. Nothing. Maegan let out a sigh of relief. Turning forward, she found the figure standing in front of her. Maegan let out an earsplitting scream. Maegan flailed her arms wildly, trying to get the covers off of her. It was just a dream. she told herself, then fell back asleep.

Cossu seems to be the most fitting house for Maegan.

[dominick]

First Name:
Dominick Shaye

Last Name:
Sully

Age:
Seventeen

Appearance:


History:
So Dominick was born in April after his older brother. Normal beginning for most histories, but his family wasn't normal. First off his parents met back in college n have been together ever since. And when they decided they wanted a kid they went to the sperm back and picked some out. Why would they do that your wondering? His parents are lesbian and there for impossible for them to have a child. So that is how Connor came into the story and he stays for the most part. Connor is his biological father, but he never once really counts him as one. Well April came he was born. Great right? Nope They were a month early and found out that little Zane would stay little forever. But all the same the parents loved their two kids, until they wanted more.

Life was normal for the small family of four. They got the strange glaces when they went out cause he was special. He had two moms. Back than he thought it was great. How many other kids had more than one not counting steps and all that? Well he liked it and didn't care what other people think. When he was about four Connor showed back up just as quickly has he went away. Nine months later the had a little sister. This as always happened when they wanted a new kid. Connor would show up knocking at the door. I guess it was so all of them were related in one way or another.
First off, he was born in Canada and one of his mothers is from Canada and is a muggle while the other is a prue-blooded wizard from France. Now when he heard he would go to BB, his mothers where happy and couldn't wait to get him out to go to the new school. When Dominick first went he was shoved off by people and just stood off to one side. The magic school was great, but one day when he went, he found some of his old friends. It was than that he fell in love with the pot and vodka, since then the boy regrets that day. When he's back in France, Shaye doesn't smoke or drink. In fact its the time he tries to quick.

Just last year is parents found out about his addiction and sent him to rehab. They thought it would work but it didn't. As soon as he left he went straight to a friends and smoked until he couldn't feel a damn thing. His parents now ignore the fact and think he is a lost cause. that Dominick will never make it into the music business or even start a family at some point in time. Still it doesn't bother him what they say. Since he is trying to stop and find his place in the magic world.

Personality:
Dominick is a fun guy. Though not the perfect son in his parents eye but I mean they love him still, so he thinks. If Dominick could he would get stoned all day and party. In fact its what he has been doing since the 7th grade, though it was only the drinking. He never started to get stone until a yea later. His parents weren't too happy about it. But he never does stop and care what other people think about him. Its not like he'll care. The kid is a big dreamer. He has thousands of dreams but only one seems to stick. Fame, the one most people think about at least once in their life.

happy;; when he's happy you can tell. Though its rare and most of the time he's high. Still the same he has a grin that is different from the rest. It actually has meaning to it unlike the rest. Music. Its another thing that he likes and well he can do.

Sad//Mad;; these too have basically the same side effects minus the part where he yells whens mad. He's not scared to cry when he's sad, he thinks it shows that the guy is strong to cry in public if sad. He learned early on don't bottle up your feelings from his mother who is a therapist and also experience. He'll drive around aimlessly if he's pissed just to get some fresh air and to blare his loud music.
When he's at BB, he doesn't smoke. Dominick is trying to quick so that's why he doesn't

Sample RP:
Home cooking. One of the many things Dominick couldn't do. It was a trait that was rare for his family, or in his case his. So instead he was going to go get some pizza. Now it wasn't his favorite thing but he liked it for a few reasons one being it was cheap and the other quick and fills him up. A sigh escaped his lips and the blond haired kid wanted into the room. An era of pizza hit him like some fxck tard throwing a snowball at him. He had enough money for a large pizza and a medium size cola.

When he got to the counter some girl with a cheesy smile asked what he wanted. Since Dominick has been here so much you would think they would know by now. "Large veggie style, easy on the sauce no mushrooms extra cheese and a medium sprite." He smiled just as cheesy and passed her the $14.38 with a three dollar tip. As he waited for the pizza, he leaned against the counter and looked out the window. Across the street was a guy with a camera. Lately they've been acting like they want to be seen instead of hiding like they did last year. He shook his head and turned to face the counter once more. The pizza was on a pain and on its way out sooner or later. So the kid grabbed his cup and got him something to drink.

Dominick was starting to wonder if his girlfriend was ever going to show up this year or if going here was too crazy for her. He wouldn't blame her. the school was pretty over whelming but on T.V. it might look like the best school. I t has its up and down side. The down being its a show. Taking a seat by the window in the back he laid his phone on the table and looked at it hoping a message would show up indicating he wasn't hated by all.

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All right...so this was a hard application to follow at times, though it all seems to at least tie together in the end.
So I'm thinking Cossu for Dominick.

[abrade]

First Name:

Clara.

Last Name:

Dubois.

Age:

16.

Appearance:

Clara is 5'0" and only 95 pounds. She has gray/blue eyes and reddish hair. She's fragile looking, but don't be mistaken, she could take you out in an instant if she wanted to. She usually doesn't spend that much time on her hair and makeup, leaving them natural most of the time.

History:

Richard and Aimelia Dubois were trying for years to have a child, but they were told that they couldn't have children. They grieved this for a few years during their marriage, but they still kept on trying, hoping someday a miracle would come. One day Aimelia felt quite sick and thought something was wrong so they headed to the doctors, that's when they were told that she was pregnant.

This leads us to Clara, who was born June 16, 1992 in Bordeaux, France. She was an only child and a miracle child. She continuously made her parents proud. She was a normal child, always eating her vegetables and learning new things, except for the fact that she was a wizard.

Clara had always been very spoiled and looked after, considering her parents were quite wealthy. She had the newest of everything; the newest clothes, the newest technology, the newest shoes. Which lead her to her love for design and fashion. She was always nicely dressed and almost always had her face behind a camera of some sort.

Her magic was extremely hard to hide from her friends in her neighbourhood, due to the fact her whole family always used magic for everything. Her father would just call for the newspaper and it would come floating through the door and into his hands, when her mother was too busy doing something she would swish her wand and the kitchen would be busy with millions of stuff flying around, making dinner. She didn't really know how to do things, and her parents just taught her some simple spells, but she wanted to learn more.

Clara is now beginning her first year at Beauxbatons, where both her parents had attended school before. She was hoping to have just as much fun as they had and to learn all sorts of things.

Personality:

Clara seems simple, but shes actually quite complex. Shes very fashion savvy, and loves art and design. She's very friendly and caring. She's extremely outgoing but at times shes quite shy. Her friends and family mean the world to her, she puts them ahead of her own self. She doesn't really get irritated or angry but when she does you'd have to have done a lot. She is intelligent and tends to read a lot. She enjoys being alone most of the time even though she has a lot of good friends. She admires trust more than anything in a relationship, whether it be friends or a significant other. Clara just sticks to dating, she's not very interested in long term relationships. Not until she's found her "perfect" man.

Sometimes she comes off as an elitist and egotistic but in reality
she's just trying to make up for her low self esteem. Like every other girl she talks behind people's back, but sometimes she tells the person what shes thinking, or just keeps it to herself. She's extremely forgetful, stubborn and quite childish at times. She finds herself saying sorry too many times for the same thing, sometimes she never learns.

Sample RP:

It was the first day of winter holidays, Clara sat at her table in the Dining Chamber looking around at all the kids who were gonna stay. She wasn't going home for the holidays either; her parents we're on vacation for the winter and Clara, being the stubborn little girl she is, refused to go because she didn't like the place.

She waved at Kaylee, one of her closest friends, who was just leaving with her brother to go spend their christmas with their family. Watching them walk out the door she felt an extreme sense of loneliness. All her friends had gone home for the holidays and she was stuck with people she didnt know and a few acquaintances, but no one she could really hang out with.

She got up, adjusted her dress and pulled her cardigan tighter around her. There's no use in moping around, I must find something to entertain me for the next couple of days.

A bit difficult to sort but...must be Rouerie.

[charli]

First Name: Charli Jane.
Last Name: Anderson.
Age: Fifteen.

Appearance:

History:

Personality:

Sample RP:

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Charli’s eyes flew open, tears streaming down her face. She could hear sobbing, and quickly looked around her dorm before realising the loud sobbing noise was her. She looked around, it was just a nightmare. Charli wasn’t back at home; she was in her dorm at Beauxbatons and her stepfather couldn’t hurt her here. She shook her head before reaching a hand out to the side to pat Fluffy, who was lying under the blankets next to her asleep. Charli shut her eyes, but her stepfather was there again and it caused her to let out a rather loud sob. “Charli...” someone moaned, clearly angry that they had been woken from their slumber. “Charli, go back to sleep,” they whispered, before putting a pillow over their ears. Charli sighed, she frequently upset her dorm mates with her crying at night time, but she couldn’t help it. The girl knew that if they knew it was because she was abused and had night mares, they’d feel sorry and understand why she woke up crying. However, Charli could never bring herself to tell them. In fact, she had never bought herself to tell anyone. It did make her feel horrible lying to everyone!

Charli looked across at her muggle alarm clock sitting on the bed side table. It was 2 am. Trouble with the night mares was that she couldn’t get back to sleep afterwards, because every time she tried to shut her eyes his face would appear in her head and only make her cry harder. Charli’s grades had dropped slightly from lack of sleep, she’d nearly fallen asleep in History of Magic; not that you could blame her since it was one of the most boring subjects Beauxbatons offered. Usually if she woke up she’d go down to the kitchens and have a glass of milk and a cookie. The house elves knew her well now, after six years of her making night time visits. Charli even talked to some of them, and had found their company quite enjoyable. By now as soon as they saw her they’d get her cookies and milk ready for her, her order was always the same. But tonight she wasn’t going to be paying the house elves a visit. Charli wasn’t hungry, and she really wasn’t in the mood to be around people. When she went to the kitchens it was to forget everything, but tonight she just wanted to curl up and cry. It really didn’t help that the anniversary of her father’s death was coming up in around a month, it just made it all worse for the her.

She looked out the single window at the stars. It was so beautiful outside, and it reminded her that things were still normal and not everything was so messed up. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she remembered the nights her father and her would go out and watch the stars, looking through a muggle telescope. She missed those nights, but most of all she missed her father. Charli had only been nine when he’d died, but she remembered him and had photos of the happy times she spent with him growing up. But it tended to annoy her when people complained about little things. When their parents’ divorce, of course it was awful but at least they were alive! It was hard for her to listen to people complaining about small things like not getting what they want for Christmas for instance, they had it better than her since on Christmas Eve her stepfather had raped her yet again. Yes, it was extremely hard for her to listen to crap like that and know that what she suffered was ten times worse.

All Charli wanted to do was find someone to cry, by herself. She sat up right, the stars were the key! She could go up to the Towers. The girl made an effort to wipe away the tears before pulling her blankets off and stepping into her slippers before leaving her dorm and quietly exiting the common room. To anyone it would look rather strange, seeing young women in a pair of panda boxers, a white singlet, and a pair of panda slippers. But, Charli didn’t want to get changed, she was comfortable, and she was trembling too hard to even be able to change anyway. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her stomach as she walked, trying to remind herself this was Beauxbatons and there was no chance her stepfather was about to jump out and drag her into a broom closet. No, Beauxbatobs was her safe place. Beauxbatons was the place Henry couldn’t physically get to her; he could only emotionally get to her and affect the way she acted towards her fellow peers. Charli had enough on her plate, and to add to it she’d begun worrying that some of the Professors had begun to notice something was up.

“Ow!” Charli had reached the last step of the spiral and tripped over it, landing straight on her knees. She let out a small whimper of pain before reminding herself she’d been through much worse, much, much worse. After a few minutes she forced herself to stand up, walking towards the window, if you could even call it a window. Charli stood still for several minutes, watching the stars with tears rolling down her face. After nearly ten minutes she sat down against a wall, the sobs finally overwhelming her. The girl bought her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, allowing the sound of her crying to fill the tower. She momentarily closed her eyes, but he was there. Charli opened her eyes again, the sobbing growing louder. She could feel a small pain in her stomach, but was just grateful no one was there to witness her crying.[/ul][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

A very good application, I must say. Must be Rouerie.

[akemeiluell]

First Name: Akemei

Middle Name:Yeh-Shen

Last Name: Luell

Age: Sixteen

Appearance:



History:Born in the waters near a small island near Madagascar Akemei is used to the warm climate. She was born to a family higher up in status than most since her family had connections to the original eight. The original eight are the first mermaids that were created. There are four major clans, or tribes, of the merpeople. The closer you are in bloodlines to the originals, the higher your status in the mer society as a whole. There are wild merpeople who swim freely in the ocean and don’t follow the rules/guidelines of the society, but they are mostly those who were banished or ostracized for some reason.

Her father, Luke Luell, is a French merman who spent most of his time in human form. He liked to interact with the people of the land, but his particular clan didn’t like interaction with the land-dwellers. They had seen the other not-so-mythical creatures dwindle down and be persecuted for not being human and so they made it a law that no interaction would be made with the land-dwellers. Luke didn’t care and so he would meet the people of the lands anyways. One of the kings found out and Luke was banned from the dwellings. Usually a mer is killed for what he did, but since he was of higher status they simply banned him. He migrated to Madagascar where he met Caerie. Careie was in the parade at the festival to celebrate the moon, since the moon affects the tides and that affects the life at sea for the merpeople, and Luke was instantly smitten.

They were joined (similar to marriage) and gave birth to Akemei shortly after that. She wasn’t really spoiled considering she had legs. Both her parents had tails and were slightly ashamed that their daughter wasn’t formed like a traditional mer. Mermaids and Mermen come in two forms. The traditional ones with fish tails that everyone thinks of a mermaid as, and then there are the mermaids who look more human-like. These mer have legs with fins coming out of the shin/calf areas, fins on their forearms, webbed fingers, and they have webbings between each toe. Their toes are longer than most, and the extra length gives them extra webbing which as a result makes them better swimmers. Mermaids, whether legged or fish-tailed, have completely black eyes (no whites) unless they make their eyes look human and gills on the neck. Some may have pointed ears, shell shaped ears, or normal human looking ears. Some may also have gills on their ribs.

Though Akemei was looked down on for appealing more land-dweller than traditional mer, yet she still lived a good life. As a child she still got to go on the school trips to special caves where they got used to being on land. She was made fun of (as were the other legged mers) for adapting to the land experiments better than the tailed ones. All merpeople have the ability to live in land if they can resist the pull to any body of water. They can function on land like a human or demon or any other land-born creature, it just takes them a moment to adjust to walking through air instead of swimming and breathing through their mouths/nose instead of pulling oxygen out of the water through gills. If they choose to live on land it doesn’t mean they can’t ever go back into the water. If they go into the water then they can change into their mer form instead of appearing human.

Akemei got along with the other merpeople pretty well. She had a few people who didn’t like her for her ability to sing and dance, but that didn’t bother her at all. She enjoyed singing since it came naturally to her. Singing made her somewhat known in her clan, and she liked the attention, but she only would sing when she wanted to. Anything artistic she liked, but she also loved reading. She would sit in the dry rooms (rooms where documents and other things that aren’t waterproof are kept safely)for hours reading about the history of the land-dwellers. She didn’t mind how violent they seemed based on the documents, she just wondered why they didn’t seem to have more fun and freedom. Swimming around just enjoying life as it came was what she liked to do, and they seemed to be bogged down with too many rules and laws.

When she turned fifteen, her father took it upon himself to show her the life on land. Akemei really enjoyed the new ways. People were so different, yet so much the same at the same time. They came in all different shades like the mer did and ate food, though the land food was always cooked where as only sometimes was the food mer ate cooked since the chefs had to go to dangerous underground volcanoes to get the heat to cook the fish. And there were land animals that tasted better than seafood, which had mostly made up her diet for the fourteen years she lived in the Indian Ocean. Her father talked about people who could use magic. She dint’ think anything of it since merpeople possessed magic. She knew half-shark and half-sea lion merfolk who could do amazing things with the magic they had, but she was still learning.

Luke thought it’d be best for her to go to a school where she could learn more ways to use magic, and more about her French side. Akemei loved the idea of learning to use a wand to do spells and other things she heard her father say human people did to use magic. She thought learning human magic would be interesting, maybe challenging in a way. Her father was French and he missed his homeland..err body of water. He could live in lakes and such if he chose to, but his wife was not going to leave the ocean. She didn’t want her daughter leaving, but when Akemei explained that she could meet culturally diverse people and explained that her knowing more about the upper lands would make her wiser than some of the current rulers which could make her able to return and move the family’s status higher, Caerie relented and let her only child go to France to attend Beauxbatons.

Personality: Just like the sea Akemei can be calm and serene one moment, getting along pleasantly with everyone- a real sweetheart, and in another moment she could be violent and chaotic. Depending on when you meet her you could see her best side or her worst side, become a friend or a foe.

She cannot handle stress at all. She developed panic attacks when she began living on land for some reason unbeknownst to her. If you put her in a situation that is too much for her to handle she might “freak out”. She can have a slightly mean sense of humor, but for the most part she’s a party girl. She loves having fun and probably will always have a soft smile on her lips while humming some tune. She loves the arts. If it’s creative in some way she’ll probably go all ga-ga over it. Her specialty is singing since she’s used to singing underwater and on land unlike her dancing skills which are severely hindered on land currently.

Sample RP:
When people think of mermaids they tend to think of either the bubbly, hyper type who just sing and play around, just wanting to have a good time, or they think of the evil seductresses who lure men to their deaths. Depending on who you meet either one could be correct. Every culture has their good folk and their bad folk, but half-truths and whole-lies make some interesting stories regarding the histories of certain races. Akemei doesn’t believe anyone is really ‘good’ or ‘evil’, but rather neutral. Just teetering on the edge between to two until a foot slips and the toes brush into the dark abyss of either side for a moment. It could be seconds or years that a person is ‘good/evil’ until they can balance themselves again and become neutral once more.

The poetry she happened to be reading was speaking of the evil creatures from the deep, but it only made her laugh and roll her eyes because nobody was evil as far as she was concerned. Yes, the mermaids were a violent race to some, but they were also freer than most as well. There was no jail system under the sea which meant no prisons and prisoners. Mers might banish a person from the community, or kill them if the act they did was very severe, but to imprison someone was damn near blasphemy. “This man is an idiot.” Her voice was soft as she walked down the hallway, humming a soft melody and reading the poems.

She wanted to find something to do. Something fun that would make her mind go numb from happiness and excitement. So far she hadn’t found too much to do, but she figured once she got settled better she’d find more fun than she could possibly handle. She was just glad she had stopped tripping and falling as much as she did when she was first trying to get used to the feeling of walking on land. The fact that her ears had finally stopped popping by simply being above sea level was a plus she gladly took.

[[Will edit whatever you need and can write more for the sample if you’d like. I’m feeling a little lazy at the moment. Haha]]

Must be Cossu.

[tessa]

First Name:

Alaska

Middle Name:

Marie

Last Name:

Churchill

Age:

Seventeen

Appearance:

Alaska doesn’t care about how she looks. She knows that she’s attractive, and she doesn’t mind that nobody really notices her. She stands at a perfectly respectable five feet and six inches, and weighs an average 130 pounds. She’s never worried about her weight, and figures that if she’s happy with how she looks, it doesn’t matter what others think. Her fashion sense is nothing to be jealous of, as her wardrobe consists of jeans and different t-shirts. She usually hides behind her glasses, which hint that she has a nerdy side to her. She’s had the same pair of glasses for over three years, and she doesn’t plan on getting rid of them any time soon.

Her hair isn’t extraordinary or anything to be envious of. Alaska has long, thick brown hair that stops around four inches below her shoulders. It’s usually in a ponytail or tucked behind her ears, and if left alone, becomes knotted and unruly. Her hair is usually curly and wavy and has natural light brown streaks in it. One of Alaska’s complaints about her appearance is the fact that her skin tone doesn’t always match her hair color. During the winter, she is ghostly pale, but during the summer she often stays outside for lengthy periods of time, turning her skin a bronze shade.

Alaska’s eyes are things of beauty. Light blue in color, they stand out more than anything. Although they’re often hidden behind her glasses, they are still noticeable. She believes that she inherited her eyes from her father, but she hasn’t any proof of this besides a lone photograph. She’s unsure of what she received from her mother because relatives always tell her that she looks like her father. She’s sure they only say that in hopes of preventing her for searching for her father.

History:
Alaska's father, Miles, had been traveling his whole life. Whether it be for business trips or for pleasure, he would kiss his wife Caroline goodbye and be gone for days or weeks at a time. Caroline trusted Miles and never questioned him about where he was going or what he would be doing. The couple married at a young age, and Caroline was only twenty-three when she became pregnant with Alaska. When she told her husband, she could tell that he had mixed emotions about the situation. Of course he loved her, but he wasn't ready to settle down. A week after she broke the news, he proclaimed that he would be going on a trip to Alaska. He told her that he wanted to see the northern lights before he died. Her attempts at making him stay proved futile, and so he was off. He never came back from that trip.

The police were called in to find Miles, but nothing came of their searches. After five months, the case was closed. Obviously Miles was dead, or he didn't want to be found. Caroline was heartbroken, but mostly scared for the baby's sake. What would it be like growing up without a father? She had family, of course. They were lining up to help take care of the unborn baby. They were a magic family, and strict Pure-Bloods. They'd been discouraging Caroline's relationship with a Muggle, and were slightly happy that he was out of the picture. When the girl was finally born, her grandmother wanted to name her Maria. Caroline, not a run-of-the-mill girl, wanted her baby to have an interesting name. In honor of the father, the girl was named Alaska Marie.

As the girl grew into a young woman, Caroline found it unbearable to look into Alaska's eyes. She was the exact replica of Miles: the fair skin, the dimples, even the laugh reminded her of the love of her life. She quietly encouraged her daughter to search for her father, as she had showed various seer tendencies. Although she wanted her girl to have a father, she mostly wanted him back for selfish reasons. Caroline slowly began to lose her mind, talking into thin air and having telephone calls with no one at the other end. She didn't display her troubles publicly since she was part of Nice, France's social elite. At home she emotionally abused Alaska, telling her that no man would ever want a girl with no father, and that she had the eyes of a traitor. Most of her ramblings were complete nonsense, but they hurt Alaska.

Alaska began to have dreams about her father when she was eleven. She pictured him in various places, but they all had one thing in common: her father was unhappy. One night he was in Italy, another in Russia, and once she found him trapped in a cave in the Arctic. She feared for his safety, but not once did she ever see him dead or in poor health. She wanted to tell her mother, but by now there was such hostility between them that they almost never spoke. Alaska spent her days at a nearby Muggle school in southern France. She goofed off with friends and studied just like any other normal girl, but inside she was waiting for her letter to Beauxbatons. When she finally received it, she promised herself that she would use her resources to find her father, no matter how long it took.

Personality:
Due to her mother's lack of attention, Alaska has almost no confidence. She mostly keeps to herself and hopes that someone will come talk to her. She often suffers from slight depression since she had very few friends during her childhood. Alaska has always wished to be accepted and wanted around, and only feels happy when she's with her cousins and family. Although she hasn't been in Beauxbatons for very long, she hopes that she'll fit in with a couple of people. She isn't used to having freedom and was never sure what to do with her spare time, so she usually just studies. She doesn't know how to start a conversation or to hold someone's interest long enough for them to find her a possible friend.

Alaska is reasonably shy, which is why she hates her name. When most people hear the name "Alaska," they would probably think of an edgy girl with a lot of opinions, or maybe a girl with hippies for parents. She has the constant burden of either making up stories, shrugging, or explaining her dramatic life story. Many people think that she's joking when she tells them what happened to her father, which definitely gets her annoyed and frustrated. She prefers anonymity and calm surroundings, and although she pretends to keep her cool, she gets panicked and scared extremely easily. She hates when people are disappointed with her, so she always tries to do her best. Studying is really all she knows how to do, and almost never goes out socially.

Alaska often wishes that she were a tough girl who can fend for herself. She often lets people take advantage of her, but that’s only because she doesn’t know how to deal with people’s anger. She finds just waiting through the storm is best for someone with her personality. She often has dreams about finding someone just like her; someone who can actually relate to the situation that she’s in. Obviously she won’t find someone exactly like her as the chances of someone else’s father going missing in Alaska is fairly slim. Even though she doesn’t know how to make friends, she always has fantasies of actually being loved by a large group of friends. A small part of her wanted to come to Beauxbatons to fulfill this want.

Falling in love has never been on Alaska’s agenda. She’s had crushes before, but they were all from afar. She’s always too scared to talk to anyone, and to think of her actually flirting is pretty much impossible. She’s usually hiding behind a book, looking at the boy who has captured her affection. She’s never been kissed, never had a boyfriend, and has pretty much never been noticed by anyone. She doesn’t plan on being swept off her feet like her mother was. Just the thought of having a relationship that would end up like her parents’ sends shivers down her spine.

Although it doesn’t seem like it from a bystander’s point of view, Alaska is actually a very angry person. She is mad at her father for leaving, mad at her mother for not bringing her up correctly, and just horrified with everyone for not caring about how she turned out. Alaska releases her anger through seclusion. Although it doesn’t make much sense, just being alone in her room, isolated from anyone outside, calms her down. She’s pretty sure that she’ll never understand anything that happened in her life, but she can definitely try.

Sample RP:
Alaska’s room was a mess. Clothes were piled up around her room, books were haphazardly thrown on her dresser, and her bed was left with the blankets draped crookedly on her mattress. Although she was usually an organized person, she couldn’t bring herself to pick anything up. The mess was so substantial that she had no clue where to start, and she definitely had no clue when she’d be finished. She could be stuck cleaning her brand new room for weeks. She’d arrived at Beauxbatons only a couple of days prior to this situation. She’d planned on spending a couple of days exploring the castle and the courtyard. As she stared at the piles around her room, she realized for the first time that she had quite a collection of jeans. Of course they were the only things she wore, so she needed to have many pairs.

She plopped back down on her bed and bounced as she heard the springs squeak. Her classes weren’t until next week and she obviously didn’t have anything planned. She sighed as she reveled in the morbidness of her inexistent social life. Over the past couple of days, she'd hoped that someone would notice her, start a conversation, anything to get her out of her bland room. The dorm was more like a mental hospital: blank off-white walls, wooden floors, and one lone window. All that was missing was the straightjacket. Looking down at her worn sneakers, she urged herself to get off the bed. She went straight to the mirror that was located on her closet door. She looked the same as always: long brown hair, average build, blue eyes... She didn't think that Beauxbatons would immediately change her, but a girl could dream.

Getting dressed was easy; it always was. She put on a white long-sleeved shirt with a purple t-shirt on top, then a pair of blue jeans, followed by a new pair of white sneakers that she saved for special occasions. This, her first day really going outside her room, certainly could be described as a special occasion. Her hair was a tangled mess from her restless sleep from the night before, so she took her time getting each and every knot out. When she was done, she put a puffy down jacket over her wide shoulders. It made her look one hundred pounds heavier, but it was better to be warm than to worry about looking good.

Last night she had another dream. This time, she was with her father. He didn't notice her at all, though. She screamed his name and cried out to him, hoping that he'd smile and run to hug her. She recognized his tousled hair and his sparkling blue eyes. This time they were in Nice, France near her old home. They walked past her house, but not until after she watched her mother come out and run after him. He acted as though they were ghosts, as if they didn't even exist. Alaska knew this feeling. She had known it throughout her life. She was just content with following her father. She'd never met him, but she felt as though she actually knew him. His strong gait and permanent smirk all seemed so familiar. These dreams only made her want to find him more.

She quickly walked over to the door after she finished reminiscing about the dream. This always happened. After she remembered what she'd seen, the room always seemed to close in. She wasn't claustrophobic, but sometimes she felt like she was. As she flung the door opened, she inhaled the clean air and sank down against the wall. Realizing what she'd just done, she immediately stood and began walking. She wasn't sure where she was going, but she figured anywhere would be better than the small hallway that she was currently trapped in.

As she passed by different, she felt overwhelmed. Each person seemed to stare at her as if they knew she was different. They could just tell that she was odd, a misfit. She could think of the names that people at the Muggle school called her: weird, strange, crazy, socially retarded, annoying. She was scared that history would repeat itself. It often did.

*too lazy to switch accounts* Must be Rourie

[uriah]

First Name: Uriah

Last Name: King

Age: Seventeen

Appearance:

History: Uriah grew up without a father. He never met him, and he was gone before he knew that his lover was pregnant. As much as Uriah hates her decision, she had decided not to tell him and let herself fall out of his memory. The poor guy doesn't know that he has a son somewhere. All his mom said about him were good things, so Uriah has this vision of this great man. However, it is contradicted with the fact that he is not here - has never been here. His imagination of his father changes from times to time. He pictures him as some sort of hero, some sort of business man, some sort of mechanic, some sort of theif... It's complicated. His mind can never stay on one thing. So his father was never in his life. Uriah doesn't even know his name.

So Uriah grew up with a simple mother. He grew up knowing how to treat a girl. He grew up knowing how to be clean, and how to be a girl's dream guy. Well, he tries to be. His mom always spoke of the perfect guy to him, because she didn't have many people to talk to. Sadly, Uriah was his mom's best friend. Uriah knows he tries, he knows he works hard. He's got quite the ego. He could be picky with his mother, and often scolds her for not doing good enough. Uriah has pushed his mother into a lot of things, such as going to all sorts of classes, reading all sorts of books, and doing all sorts of experiences. He and his mom are close. Uriah was the only man in her life. This didn't mean Uriah was social. Uriah grew up in France, some place in the south. It was a small town where everyone know everyone. Grandmothers were friends with grandmothers, and the kids were in classes together since kindergarten. Uriah was a great friend to have, so he had many. Many made fun of him for being 'mama's boy', but he didn't let it bother him. He could take a joke. He was in a muggle school up until he was sixteen.

It was when he was sixteen that his mother decided to break it to him. Uriah was a wizard. His mother was a pure blooded witch who broke off from her family to be with his father. That didn't go well. She's pretty sure Uriah was a half blood. At least, she had no knowledge of Uriah's father being a wizard. Uriah left in disbelief after the announcement. He wasn't mad, but he had to let it sink in. He had noticed some strange, unreal things happening to him. He was sitting on a bench on a park in the middle of the night when he came by. He claimed to be his father. He was tall, dark, and mysterious looking. Elliot was also a wizard. Uriah knew he was his father because how alike they looked, and that his middle name was Elliot. He only doubted him for a moment. Uriah looked very much like his father. He was told that Elliot , was a demon. He was 25 when he met his mother, Casey, but his body was 17. Luckily he had developed early. Elliot explained to Uriah how he was his father, and how Uriah had reached this stage where he will never grow older. He was forever seventeen, which is the 'of age' number in the wizarding world.

Uriah was told that he could just know things, if he really wanted. Elliot actually said this is how Uriah would know that he was his father. It's almost like reading minds, but he can't exactly read another person's mind. It's more like he knows. If a person was thinking 'wow, i love that this place is all blah blah blah, the colours are amazing, those tables are just... awesome,' all he would know was that that person liked the place. He would know if a person was lying or not, or if a person was a good to be his friend, or if anyone really liked him. It's all complicated, but also simple. He just knows what he wants to know. Elliot said it was a survival thing. He called Uriah a 'demon'.

So Elliot disappeared from his life again. Uriah has no idea why he had to leave, but he 'knew' that it was a must. Elliot promised he'll see him again, so it didn't bother Uriah too much. He had to promise not to tell his mom though. They both knew that it would just break her heart. She was a sort of fragile woman. A few months later, Uriah turned seventeen. He headed off to Beauxbatons, and here he is. He's got dreams, and knows he will one day fulfill it because his lifespan was much, much longer than normal humans.

Personality:
Uriah is a rather nice guy. He'll hold a door open for a girl or child. He puts everyone ahead of himself. He thinks always of other people's feelings. Mostly because he knows them. It affects him when he knows how a person is feeling, whether sad or happy. He's the kind of guy who looks deeply into the other's eyes when in a conversation. It's like he's staring into their bare soul. He's very honest. He says nice things that he actually means, but often this leads to him not commenting on things. He doesn't say anything that is unnecessary. If he was close to the person, however, and thought it was better for them to know the truth, then he will tell them the truth. He would want the same from others.

He is also a romantic. He'll do what he has to to keep a girl happy. He likes to take them out for dinner or a walk, and spoil his girl. He'll say many flattering words (as long as they are true), give them a good night. His mom will never think any girl is good enough for him. Thing is, Uriah agrees with her. Though he does date, and he does like girls, he is really picky for who will be in a long term relationship with him. Uriah tries hard to look good, and he thinks his girl should too. He believes strongly in equality and returning favors. His expectations are high. Many would say he treats his short term girls better than his long term girls. Everything he says though, is with good intentions.

With that, Uriah tends to have a big ego. He's proud and stubborn. He will ones in a while say something good about himself in a middle of a conversation with another. "Yeah, I know I'm just awesome" and other sentences like that. He works hard at what he does. He sees things the way he does, and if he is so sure of himself, he will not change his mind. He's much like the great wall of china, in that prospect. He's unmovable. Uriah likes to have people like him, do people favors so that one day, they will return the favor whenever he may need it. Kind of a 'dept' thing. He really thinks deeply into a lot of things. He could be pretty talented in all that stuff too.

Uriah is pretty good at photography, sketching, and writing. He starts to feel naked without his camera. He paid a bit over 500 muggle euros for it. He felt uncomfortable without it around his neck. He does carry feet of parchment and a self-inking quill though. He can draw and write with those. He'll just have to wait until school break before he could see his camera again. For now, he must focus on adapting to his demonship and his wizardship. He must also deal with not having his mother know about everything. He is good at adapting.

Uriah is also a generally fun person to be around. He's easy going, people pleasing, and open minded. He isn't so much of what many would call a goody goody. He can be a bad influence sometimes. Many times he wanted to be an Auror, so his thoughts can be a little disturbing for some. He jokes about it sometimes. He loves to have a laugh, and can tell a nice occasional joke here and there. He isn't any comedic, funny guy though. He wishes he was.

Role play Sample
Uriah walked slowly down the halls, just leaving the kitchens. He was really tired, and anyone would be able to tell with one look at his eyes. He yawned greatly when he reached the bottom of the stairs. He wasn't fully aware of where he was walking. He rubbed at his eyes, regretting it once they've just become more dry. This was going to be a long day. He had just eaten a tub of ice cream, and now he was cold. All he was wearing was a plain Grey shirt with a pair of jeans. He felt tired when he was cold, unlike the many that feel tired in the heat. Uriah just felt cranky in the heat. He held his hand over his mouth as he yawned again, frowning at the floor as he reached the top of the stair case. He was no longer underground. He was on the first floor.

He peeked, for the first time, into the dining chamber. Uriah, too, thinks it was weird he had visited the kitchens first. He had heard of the house elves, and he wasn't to see some of them. He thought them to be fascinating creatures. He was glad the kitchens was the first place he visited. He loved nothing more than ice cream with all the toppings he could ever desire. Although now, he had no appetite for lunch. He let his eyes slide over every face in the dinging chamber before he walked off again to some staircase or other. He didn't recognize anyone in the dining chamber, and he didn't think he'll be recognizing anyone for a while. He really had to make some new friends.

With that thought said, Uriah now had a destination. His dorm tower thingy. Where he could meet people of his house. That seemed the perfect place to start. Meet other people who were some what similar to him. It would be hard to find some friends in a vast majority of people who didn't even notice his face. His house chambers should help him at least. He'd make himself talk to someone else if he had to. He yawned for one last time before walking into the cozy, warm room of his house. He plopped down onto an arm chair somewhere in the middle of the room. He sat a decent length away from the roaring fireplace. His thoughts were soon lost.

After some time,Uriah decided to pull out a foot of parchment and his self-inking quill. He wanted to write about his first day. It made sense, didn't it? He placed the parchment on his knee and slouched over to write. It was several minutes later when he felt a shudder up his spine. He knew someone was standing behind him, eyes on him. He wasn't sure if it was a girl or a boy, or what it was at all. He knew he was there as if he had called his name. Uriah turned around to look at his face to smile. "Oh hey. Um. Did you need something?"

Must be Cossu.

[levi]

First Name:Levi
Last Name: Courtland
Age: 16
Appearance: Levi is about five foot nine inches with neatly tangled dark brown hair. His eyes are surprisingly kind and gentle, big and deep brown. He has long legs and a regular sized torso. With rather large feet and a gentle nature, I'd say Levi is all in all rather handsome!

History: Levi was born from a strictly pureblood family with parents that were very prim and proper and didn't really show him that they loved him. One would not think he came from such a solemn past, since Levi is really kind and caring towards all living things. His family history is rather boring, because everything seemed to be the same the whole way down the line. He has two brothers and one step sister, Valerie Penelope. Levi is extremely protective of his little sister, and would do anything to keep her safe. His other two siblings, Kyle and Andy Courtland are both two years older and have graduated from Durmstrang already. His birth parents, Leanne Penelope and Kirk Courtland, were divorced when Levi was 11, and Leanne took her only daughter with her as she left. Neither of his parents married again.

Personality: Levi is extremely kind and caring towards everyone and everything. He is actually really quick thinking and smart, which he has found to be very convenient during his time alive. At times, when he wants to, he can be carefree and irresponsible, but other than that, Levi is usually very responsible. But if it weren’t for how he was he was raised, that might be different. He’s protective about his family members, especially Valerie, as I mentioned before. But, Levi isn’t all sugar... he’s been known to pick out fights. Sometimes Levi gets depressed because he is kept away from his mother, who wasn’t very loving towards him anyway, but he still loves her! Especially since he has some issues with his father because Levi feels like his father is more of an aquantnice than a member of his family. Maybe that’s why he clings to Valerie so much...

Sample RP: Levi slowly made his way down the empty street, his hands stuffed in his pockets. It was winter break, and Levi, personally, would rather stay at Beauxbatons than at his father’s mansion, but fearing his father’s reaction, Levi had solemnly agreed to stay the break with him. It was around seven thirty P.M. and raining slightly. The sun was nowhere in sight and it didn’t even seem that it was behind the clouds at all, it seemed that it was just...gone. Levi rounded a corner and continued walking into the park, and finally stopped at a rather old looking oak tree just as it started pouring rain. It was hard for Levi to believe that such little clouds could hold so much water. He shrugged and sat down, and began his waiting. Valerie was supposed to meet him there about five minutes ago, Levi thought worriedly from beneath the dry canopy of the ancient tree. To his relief, Valerie suddenly appeared from around the bend, holding an orange and pink polka dot umbrella, and wearing a purple tank top, grey, baggy sweatpants and blue and white rubber flip flops. Levi was incredulous, but shockingly not surprised. It was so Valerie to wear something you’d wear on a summer day on a day were it was pouring rain at 55o Fahrenheit. He clenched his teeth in attempt to try not to laugh...but it didn’t work. She was now jogging towards the tree he was under, already folding up her umbrella, and approached.

“Um...Valerie? Aren’t you a bit, well, cold?” Levi asked while taking her hand and using it to pull her under the shelter that the oak made.



Without an image, then the appearance needs to be elaborated on a bit and the history could use some add-ins as well.

[marissa]

First Name:Jasmina
Last Name:Franklin
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: On valentines day in Paris, France Mary Cloe, a fairy, birth twins. Jasmina and Anthony Franklin were Mary Cloe and Jason's first two children and they were so happy. They had now had half fairy and half pure blood babies. They spoiled the twins with their riches and hoped some talent would soon be shown. Jasmina and Anthony were both rather beautiful children but that seemed at the moment to be their only similarity. Mina had some what of a temper and Ant was always calm. When they had turned six, Mary Cloe wanted to give up all hope on the kids having any fairy talents. Jasmina and her brother had shown they possesed magic but nothing from her mothers side. A week later when all of the family had gotten together Mina had started singing. Her voice was beautiful and it brought tears to her mothers eyes. Ant on the other hand had a gift of getting along with animals. Throughout the years the twins were apart in different schools trying to master their fairy talents neglecting the magic. once they were 16 Jason, their father, got jealous and demanded they go to a wizarding school. The closest one they decided on was Beauxbatons, a well known school.
Personality: Mina is an outgoing girl who loves to just have fun. She can make light of any situation. She goes through life without a care and cares about the world. She doesn't jusdge people until she gets a good sense of them.She's tough even though you wouldn't think it. When comes down to it jasmina can defend her self in any argument. She goes around singing and dancing because shes what she considers a happy soul
Sample RP:
She walked up the stone stairs to the of her house thinking about her mom and father. She wondered how they were fairing everytime her and Anthony left to go back to school. Cherokee thought of how her family would laugh and spend as much time as possible together because they had very little time to see each other. It seemed with her brother Anthony didn't want to be with them anymore. He stayed outside all day and sometimes night. Jasmina missed the way they used to be close. Mina tried to shake the thought of how mean and cruel her twin had looked when they got into it a few minutes ago. she walked ended up at her destination. Her attention was grabbed by the white snow flurries at the window and how beautiful it looked. Jasmina had never seen snow seem so beautiful before and was amazed at how the snow flakes just seemed to dance all around the outside.

Pulling her robe closer to her as she walked towards the window to get a better look than just standing at the door with a horrible view. Sitting on the window sill, Mina stretched out her hand to touch it and pulled it back in because of how cold it was out there. Staring at her hand in amazement, the girl only saw water in the place of where the snowflakes would be. Even though she knew water was basically snowflakes, it amazed her still as if she were a child.

I'm thinking Cossu.

[phoebe]

Name: Phoebe Alexandria Myriad

Age: Sixteen

Appearance: Phoebe has a unique skin color for where she lives, a cooper golden shimmer almost sun kissed look that is apparent year round. Her hair is long and straight and black most of the time very plain, it is also very shinny. A key aspect of her look that she never fails to mention. Next to those outstanding details she is very tall and thin, with fragile limbs and bones although she isn't one to be contemptuous she probably wouldn't want to pick a fight with a frame like hers. Her eyes are framed in think dark lashes that almost obscure her slanted eyes, the rest of her face is fairly unremarkable she has full cheeks and a happy face. Her smile is unforgettable when you are on the receiving end, most of the time she has a jubilant glowly look to her which almost instantly draws others toward her. She is a very approachable person.



History: No one was ever very sure where Phoebe was born, in France most likely as stated no one was very sure. Her early years were not unhappy ones in the least. Compared to what her circumstances could have been she got off fairly well. She was adopted by the time she was two years old, although once again no one was very sure when she was born anymore than they were sure of where however each year she never fails to celebrate on what came to be called her "found day".

Although it seems casual enough to have a murky past perhaps a little insight would be good for those fond of detail. So a little more than sixteen years ago soon to be named Phoebe was found on the 15th of May in a smaller town just outside of Nice. Very small, unnamed and unknown Phoebe Alexandria was discovered, although her parents would have loved for her name to have been picked for the color of the sky or the innocent look in her eyes they were picked in an off hand sort of way although they are pleasant enough for an on the spot choice.

So who found this girl out in the wilderness all alone, well it wasn't exactly the wilderness and she wasn't exactly all alone. She was well cared for even if she was abandoned, she was clean and asleep and she came along with a hefty sum of money. Her parents certainly weren't short on it but the women Felicity who discovered her was, a bus stop at nearly one in the morning isn't the best breeding ground for good morals but she couldn't take the money and leave the child without feeling all bad so, she gathered up the child and it's accessories on the bus with her and swiftly dropped off the living parcel and half of the money on her neighbors doorstep.

The door step owners become the parents of young Phoebe Alexandria, who in addition to the money this time around had a name pinned to her asking that she would be cared for diligently. After all that Phoebe and Felicity had been through together she couldn't afford not to name the child and give it to someone who would give her a good home. Fee further more proved not be a horrible person and babysat Phoebe over the years, introducing her to her music career which was what stopped her from keeping the child in the first place. Allen and Dakota proved to be wonderful parents and Phoebe soon had a brother. Although Fee was never as generous with Matt as she was with her.

Phoebe child continued to be pleasant because minor things don't really affect children only the major ones really screw them up she grew up to be a very pretty and cultured girl, the culture and fabulous music taste thanks to Fee would became another half mother, half best friend to her much like Dakota but more reckless. Her only downfall in that sort of upstanding community was her questionable roots, of course everyone was gracious to her adoptive parents for taking her in so kindly but who knew where this tanned child had come from? For all they knew she could be some crack baby, although she proved not to be rumors circled that she was in fact Felicity's child - which we the narrators know to be untrue.

However Phoebe was not exactly normal either, she proved to have awkward talents, was her charm with people just that a charm? Or was it something a great deal more magical? No, her flair for attraction was all her own - that paired with her long legs got her noticed on more than one occasion by the local boys. Who learned very quickly not to stare at a girl like that when her brother was six feet tall and wildly protective of her. There was something he could not protect her from however, the letter. Yes, the letter just like "found day" the day of "the letter" would forever be a marker in her relatively unblemished past.

Allen was first to read it, thinking it was a phony he pasted it along to his beloved wife who just about had a heart attack. Her own sister had been taken away to the same school, she never talked about it but she had always worried that Matt would be taken away too. When for certain the letter was proved real Phoebe was informed that she would be going to Beauxbatons in the fall a prestigious magic school for those otherwise inclined to the activities they pursued there.

No one was really shocked, other than Allen that she was special. No one knew who her parents were so they sent back her information with the blood status of half blood like Dakota's sister Amelia and sent her on her way smiling. There was rarely much drama to talk about in the neighborhood although no one knew exactly where Phoebe would be going in the fall they had a vague idea that it was place she wouldn't be returning from anytime soon. Yes, they continued to talk and decide that Phoebe was odd, decidedly odd - even if she was far from it.

Personality: Phoebe is generally a responsible clean teen, she doesn't do drugs or drink or any of that other bullshit that is suppose to make you cool in high school and the magical equivalent of it. However she isn't perfect, she just feels that she can rely more on her personality than how out of it she is to have a good time. Her parents we're exactly old when she grew up, having got married when they were twenty one and taking in a bouncing baby girl about a month later they weren't exactly prepared with the wish list of child traits and warranted morals.

So thanks to her godmother Fee and her parents Allen and Dakota she grew up pretty much spoiled, her little brother Matt was also extremely protective of her before he learned that she was a witch - then he pretty much figured she could handle it. Respectively, she tries not to act spoiled even if it is a pretty defining personality trait. The fact that she is pretty and well meaning most of the time gets her what she wants pretty easily. So when she doesn't get something that she really wants, she can be quite bitchy but it's all for naught because she'll apologize and make up with you the next day.. or the next second.

She doesn't hold grudges for long, although she never forgets who people are but she always gives second chances. She doesn't' leave herself open to being hurt very often, she is a very friendly person but it is rare that she tells people her entire story you have to know her for a very long time for that to happen. Also because she can't stand for people to be mad at her she is usually cordial and polite, although when someone has bad taste in music she pretty much has to call them out on it. That is probably the one thing that she can't stand - ignorant people. Usually this comes about when people are talking about "the hits" and "the best bands" but it definitely comes out in deeper conversation too.

Something about Phoebe is that she has many opinions about practically everything, she likes to think that they are up to date and factual. She doesn't like to be told she's stupid as she is very very proud person and she places a lot of burden on what she can do in the world because well she's basically starting from scratch for her own family. Not that she doesn't consider Allen, Matt and Dakota family but they aren't blood and ever once in a while even if it's just for a second she's different from them she gets this feeling that blood really is thicker than water. She holds her friends very dear to her because well friendship it's thicker than both.

For a final point on the every simple Phoebe - she is holding out for true love but it isn't the make believe kind. It's the kind that actually exists, not in high school or lust struck love triangles but real love and she isn't going to cave to anything else. She's willing to kiss a cute guy or two, even some hot ones but she really is waiting for the real thing and she doesn't intend to give anything up until she kinds it. Overall Phoebe is a simple girl, she passionate - she loves things because that's all the world is asking for. She's really just looking for a sign of life in return.

Sample RP: Phoebe hummed into her sweater. The latest mix rumbling through her ears, she was proud of herself. She hadn't taken the news that she was special all too badly. After all who takes the news that they are special badly, she would have - if she wasn't absolutely sure Matt would be okay without her. They were suppose to go high school together not separate right before her wave of conquest on the fresh high school waters. She would miss him so much, he was her brother they had been together since he was born - how could you just cut the cord like that?

She pondered the thought that had been troubling her, if Dakota's family had magic in it then why wasn't Matt coming to school with her? She supposed that it was because Amelia and Dakota had different fathers, infidelity sure paid a price in the game of genetics. She smiled up at her house and her window, how many times had she looked about just so happy to know she was home. That even if her real parents hadn't wanted her that she now had ones that did, she had her father sweet caring Allen. Silent but adorable. Her mother Dakota adorable and outgoing but more reserved than her best friend Felicity. Fee her godmother, her adorable connection to good music. She would miss her most.

Yes. She would miss this place but how great would it be to be part of something even bigger, she could go to this magic school Beauxbatons. It would be like the Ivy Leagues - she knew she would be good at it, you could be good at anything if you tried hard enough she might even find her parents on her way there. Hopefully anyways.

DONE!

Must be Cossu.

[starfire]

First Name: Evangeline
Last Name: Starfire
Age: 16
Appearance:

History:
Evangeline has grown up in a house that in many ways is stuck in the 18th century, as her parents believed that the 18th century held better morals and mannerisms then anyting the forwarding centuries could ever offer to them.
So Evangeline was brought up in a patriarcle household where her fathers word was law and only by luck was he a kind man who gave his family some freedoms.
Evangeline never wore pants until she left for school and met up with the more modern girls who went to school with her. Her parents disapproved of what had begun but though they tried to convince her what she was doing was wrong nothing made it through, as Evangeline always argued back that she was going out into a modern world in which what women wore was not any different from the men.
So she did eventually have to join the modern world and though within it she was thought of as strange she still managed to make her way out of a time warp.
In her family there have been many witches but no wizards so her mother passed on all her tallents to her daughter but it seems that Evangeline is the only one of her three sisters to gain entry to the school.
She also had to beg her parents to allow her to go to a school outside of their social circle, and it took her weeks of begging to even get her parents to believe that her argument was valid and one that should be followed through.

Personality:
Evangeline is an odd sort of girl in the way she speaks and dresses but otherwise she attempts to fit in and do things that are considered normal for teens this century.
It was hard for her during the first few years of meeting and getting to know other kids her age as she hadnt had the chance to interact with many of them.
She has interests in a wide variety of fields and tries to excel or at least do well in many areas of both study and life skills. Thanks to her mother she was well trained in the art of sewing, needle point and other womnaly traits which keeps with the thought that they were very stuck in the 18th century.
Evangeline’s main aim at school besides becoming an accomplished witch is to become a part of the modern world and not find herself trapped back in the same world of her parents.

Sample RP:
Evangeline had gone home for the holidays and the shock of change hit her as soon as she entered the fmaily grounds, even before she ahd made it to the house Evangeline wanted to escape and instatnly dreaded her choice of clothes.
She'd had to ditch the cab at the start of the long driveway and drug her trunk up till the spot where the servants had parked a cart to transport her the rest of the mile long drive, a thought her dreadful parents had in order to continue to keep their world seperate from the one they have created for themselves.
"Ma'am", said housekeeper dropping into a deep curtsey at the site of one of her masters children.
"Hello Housekeeper, I am going to need to change before I get to the main house so we shall be detouring to the stables," Evangeline intoned with a roll of her eyes, she hated having to talk this way to the matronly little old lady but she expected it.
They both set off in the direction of the house, Evangeline full of dread, housekeeper trying to remember what it was the master had ordered for dinner.



I'm thinking Rouerie.

[finny]

First Name: Aodhfin (Ayfin) “Keir”

Last Name: Uilleam (William)

Age: Seventeen

Appearance:

History: Keir grew up with a mortal witch mother despite his being a Sidhe as a result of a favor to the mother witch. He was treated as a changeling. Keir’s true Sidhe parents owed Kaya a favor because she managed to help them with being rid of iron poisoning. Since Sidhe’s of the Seelie court couldn’t owe favor to humans they told her whatever it was that she wanted they would give her if it was within Fae power. Kaya, the mortal witch, seeing this as a grand opportunity asked for Fae protection and demanded that they told her their true names so that she could hold power over them. They did so reluctantly, feeling a grudge for the human who dared to take advantage of the situation.

Because they were simply unable to let the situation pass they decided that they wanted revenge on the mortal woman. When she had her child, Ailin decided that they would take it out of spite. Because Kaya took something of theirs it was only fair that they do the same to her. Sidhes hated being tricked. So they took her wizard son, Keir, and replaced him with a Fae child that would grow to hate her. Aodhfin, their own pureblood Sidhe son and placed a glamour on him so that he would grow to look like the son that they took away. It was suppose to be a punishment for Kaya because she would have a son that could never love her since he would always know that she wasn’t his mother while she knew nothing.

And so that was his childhood. Always aware that the woman whom he was with wasn’t his mother but forced silent and unable to speak those words to her. He disliked her because he hated life as a wizard since he was so much more and that grew into a strong dislike for his own parents also. He often got visits from other Sidhes but never was he allowed to leave his home or follow them. In punishing Kaya, Ailin and his wife also ended up punishing their own son but it wasn’t something that they cared for much. They had other children and Keir wasn’t the first son. So for that he resented them and learned that he would have to deal with being imprisoned to the mortal woman until he could learn how to leave on his own.

He was taught how to use his Fae magic in a way that made it seem like a wizard’s and learned that from his father’s side he took the power of fire while his mother’s strongest ability was her illusions. He learned how to control and create them and was taught the rules that bounded Sidhe creatures. All of this happened in secret, mostly in dreams, without Kaya knowing anything about them or the powers that he held. He wasn’t allowed to show it to the mortal woman because he could still be punished even if he didn’t live in their realm.

Slowly as he grew older he learned to be indifferent to the mortal woman. It became a bother on his part to actually try to make her as miserable as possible when it was obvious how much love the woman held for her son, who was not him. He felt pity for her and though he still resented her for being devious he learned to just simply ignore that. It was human nature to be deceitful and she couldn’t be blamed for wanting to have full Faes at her control. So in a way he forgave her because he didn’t act out in hatred or anger or annoyance anymore because he learned that mortals were all the same. Still he never acted as if he loved her either. Even as he let her call him the name “Keir” and acted as if he could be a good son, he could never return any of her affections. That wasn’t exactly something that he could pretend and Sidhes were by blood horrible liars so there was no need to even try.

Personality:
‘Keir’ grew to be a quiet person. Because he disliked his home so much he was very reserved and spent most of his time either outside alone somewhere or inside in a book. He was sociable to a degree… there were certain people that he chose to keep away from because of their loud personalities. He liked being able to think because that was where most of his learning took place. When thoughts were transferred into dreams he needed his memories to learn, so people that were distracting often bothered him.

He is a very observant person though he does have a habit of judging people too quickly. He usually goes by first impressions because he has already learned that mortals all lived to deceit one another. His general assumption of a person is usually kept inside since he isn’t the type of to act differently without seeing for himself. So he observes, and learns quickly through others words and actions but wouldn’t really cast anyone away without first given a real reason to.

He is a nice person, and caring even if it isn’t shown outright. Because of his quiet nature people do often tend to avoid him but Keir was a generally nice person. He is polite and listens well when others need help and offer when he can. It was a trait that he picked up from the Sidhes that taught him. Along with honesty. Keir avoided all things that could lead to lying which meant that mischief wasn’t his favorite thing in the world. He knew what punishment was and so wasn’t exactly keen for more. He was only waiting for this to be over in the first place.

Even though he doesn't trust easily, Keir can be a very loyal being to the friends that he does make. Friendship and ties means a lot to him as that was what he was taught. So he holds people dear if they form a bond and is easily able to get attached.

Like all Sidhe when angered he could be extremely vengeful and vindictive. Resentment and annoyance led him to hating Kaya for most of his childhood until he started to realize that the woman cared for something that wasn’t hers. He hates to be made a fool of and wouldn’t hesitate to exact revenge on anyone that did so. Though he wasn’t exactly as sadistic as most Faes tended to be, he didn’t do anything like torture but he could get angry enough to make someone believe that they were hallucinating for a couple of hours.

Sample RP:
He stared forward watching as the bright orange flames dance in the fireplace. It was alive he knew that well since it was something that he could control, for that reason he found it captivating. Always have and always will. Fire was soothing and nice and calm despite the sometime erratic movements. It was interesting to watch when there was nothing else to do and at the moment he had absolutely nothing to do. The book that he has been reading was left opened on the seat next to him and out of boredom he started the fire in the fireplace. There was no need for it really, it wasn’t cold in the common room but there was no one there to complain so why not.

He did this mostly when thinking of home, or where he wished was home, and wondered what it was like. He was still waiting for the moment that they would return to Kaya her son and he would be allowed to go home but that moment hasn’t come yet. He thought the woman suffered enough and he felt sorry enough for her that he wanted to make her feel better. But he knew that he couldn’t, not really. He wasn’t able to fake his feelings for her because lying wasn’t something that he could get away with so he couldn’t pretend to love her. He felt guilty and it happened more often now especially since he was attending Beauxbatons. In times like this when he was bored he always wondered what the wizard boy who took his place was doing. They wouldn’t treat the child too badly because they loved the unique beauty of human children but he doubted that the real Keir was comfortable where he was.

Must be Rouerie.