Sorting (Term Twelve)

[mme. o. maxime]

To get sorted you must put on the blue cloak, pictured below, and it will read your thoughts to see what kind of person you are and to see what house you belong in. The cloak once belonged to Adora Rouerie, one of the original founders. She is the one in the picture below.

Sorting Cloak



Three houses' threads entwined
Within my cloth of blue
One thousand years of history
Have led us down to you
Which house do you belong in?
Rouerie, Cossu, or Sournois
Which will you find your kin within
You're sure to found out soon

Beneath the raven lies
A house of purest blood
The house of Boden Sournois
Takes only those bourgeois
Whom posess the parfait sang
It breeds those of arrogant mind
And those of blackest heart
Are sure to find their kind

Those who choose to join
the house of blue and green
The place for those of a mind keen,
Those students of Adora Rouerie.
A peacock is the house bird
And tradition is the word.
Most who make their home
Are clever, kind and shy
They are often found soaking up a tome.

Last of all, is the house
of those with creative thoughts
Whether be music, art, or poetry
Creativity is to be wrought
Of those who are chosen
for the home of Jocelin Cossu
With colors of the purest white and bluer than the sky
Cossu may be the one to pick
For your imaginative eye

These houses, three
Noble, each, it's sure
Whether you're clever, creative, or pure
We have a home for thee
Amongst the hallowed halls
Of Beauxbatons Academy

--Sorting Cloak Song by Bella Fiore

Important Links:
Beauxbatons Handbook
Required Items
House Histories
Site Rules

Reply to this thread to get sorted!

To be sorted I want you to fill out the code below. Also please don't go copy the traits directly from the history. Just write truthfully about your character.[/b][/size]

[b]First Name:[/b]
[b]Last Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Sample RP:[/b]

*I need at least one paragraph for History and Personality, no exceptions. Longer if one paragraph doesn't explain things well enough. You can either write a paragraph or post a pic for the appearance of your character. For the sample RP, we don't need an insanely long RP(but two to three paragraphs would be nice), just a RP sample that shows your ability, it MUST be one with the character you are signing-up with, not from another site, thanks. As for age, no student can be over the age of 18.

A few pointers for your sorting application. Make sure that your history makes sense! Make sure that your character has flaws, no one is perfect period! Make sure that each section is long and strong enough.

[hannahdaniels]

First Name: Hannah Eloise
Last Name: Jacobs
Age: 15
Appearance: Human: - www.contactmusic.com/pics/m/lupus_la_ball_020508/dakota_fanning_1848793.jpg
Hannah has blonde hair and blue eyes and looks like she could be popular but she's not. She is average weight for her height which is 7st 2lbs but she is quite small for her age which is 5"1. She has been mistaken for dakota fanning. She is naturally beautiful and doesn't use anything fake.

Being small and light, Hannah is able to fly for long distances without putting any pressure on her fairy wings. The only thing that changes about the blonde's appearance is that she sprouts small pink fairy wings out of her back

History: Hannah is the oldest of 2 children born to Michael and Carrie Jacobs. She was born on March 2nd 1994. She has one younger sister and her name is Emily Lily Jacobs. She was born on March 27th 2000 and she is 9 years old. Michael kept his blood heritage a secret until he married Carrie and told her his secret. Carrie is a pure blood witch so she was shocked to find out that her true love is a half-blooded fairy. This means that Hannah and Emily are part fairy.

Both parents fell in love with each other at Beauxbatons. They were both sorted into Rouerie and they went through the school together until they graduated. Michael proposed to carrie 2 months after they left Beauxbatons and she said yes. They then went on to have 2 girls. One was Hannah who is now 15 and the younger one is Emily who has just turned 9. Hannah has just received the letter to attend Beauxbatons and is hoping to be sorted into Rouerie which was the house her parents were in. Emily is still at a wizard primary school close to Beauxbatons. Emilyis hoping to go to beauxbatons when she is old enough.

Hannah didn't know about her fairy powers until the day after her 10th birthday. Her parents caught her talking to the family guinea pig and the young blonde even shocked herself, when she understood what the guinea pig was saying back to her. This is when her parents told her that she was part fairy.

Personality: Hannah is very shy when you first meet her. she is also usually really quiet unless you catch her on a bad day when she is usually talking ten to the dozen. When you get to know her, she comes out of her shell and gets more confident. She still gets nervous though.

She is pretty talented in performing arts but she loves her magic lessons in school more as she thinks they're great especially charms and muggle studies. She inherited her intelligence from her dad and likes to flaunt her intelligence a bit. As she is intelligent she can usually be found reading a book. She loves writing and would love to be a journalist for a wizard magazine. She isn't arrogant or vain. She can be stubborn when she wants to be though but she's usually very bubbly and sweet. Most people think that Hannah is cute but she doesn't seem to think so.

Sample RP: Hannah wheeled her pink suitcase out of the carriage after it had arrived at Beauxbatons. She was wearing a whit cami with a matching denim jacket and skirt in blue. She had skin color tights on and she had blue fringed calf length boots on her feet.

She wheeled her suitcase into the entrance and saw other first years waiting to be sorted. Yawning, Hannah put her suitcase with the other first years stuff and waited by a pillar. Then someone came out of the dinign hall and told the new students to line up. Hannah made sure she was near the back because she was so nervous and didn't want to be sorted right at the beginning of the queue. "hmm, i wonder what house i'm going to be sorted into" Hannah thought in her head.

Must be Cossu

please may hannah be sorted into rouerie because i want a character in a different house because my other character Lucy is in cossu and i don't want my two characters in the same house

She fits better in Cossu, sorry.

[mere]

First Name:
Meredith
Last Name:
Greene
Age:
14
Appearance:

History:
May 14 was not just a birthday for Zachary Crimson Greene but a day full of joy. His only child that he would ever have was born, though the sad part of the day was that the mother of Meredith Jude died. It was not normal birth for her. Meredith was born a half vampire. Over her life she has always felt unwanted almost like no one cared. As soon as she knew how to go find blood and everything else she needed to survive, Crimson basically left her to defend for herself. At a young age Mere was scared to talk to anyone just the thought of being left again would crush her. You would think why not live with her grandmother. That was impossible. Sadly, Crimson kept it a secret from any of his family that he had a kid.

At about 4 she quickly picked up dance. It was something she felt whole about but she loved it. The girl never had a teacher but she would create her own little dances and perform in front of her stuff animals. Reading was something else she was good at. The time of being alone had given her a reason to read a lot, though when it comes to talking to people she fails. It’s her biggest flaw that she has and she does not like letting people in what so ever. She led this life everyday up until her father died. He couldn’t take this anymore as he said before to her when she didn’t have anything right. The sad thing is, Meredith wasn’t sad that her dad died. More or less she felt mixed emotions about the whole situation. From that point she was shifted to Japan to stay with who she was now going to call grandma until Edmund, Crimson’s brother could come get her. Now she is going to BB to try to live a normal life and be with her guardian and his girlfriend. All she knows from this point is nothing about who the people are but what they say.
Personality:

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Meredith is a very soft spoken girl. She tends to keep to herself most of the time as if she has a shell around her and she's scared to get out of it. Since she was a little girl, dancing had been her one favortie thing and today it still is. She can easily get mad at people if they dont do something right or because she cant get it right. If she has to do anything infront of a large crowd she tends to freak out. Meredith is rather shy. The girl is the type to eat her emotions away rather than something else yet she doesn't gain a pound.

Love is something she never has experienced, not even with her father or so she thinks. Any day she would pick a book up in the towers than go outside and do something. She does have her flaws and knows she isn't perfect.
Sample RP:
A soft sigh escaped her pink lips. The girl was just walking around the gigantic place she was now to call home. It was far better looking than the apartment she stayed at. I mean nothing was wrong with it just it was lonely. Here every corner she saw a face. The new place was peaceful though there was only one problem. The blood lust she had. Meredith was never taught to control it properly only to deal with things in small doses. Yes she can stand the human scent it was just, not very long maybe a couple hours and then she would have to flee.

Holding her books closer to her chest she walked up the steps to the tower. It was dark from what the stair way looked. She liked dark, it made her calm and it felt more home-y than anything right then. The girl bit her lip while pushing a strand of dark hair out from her eyes. Just in a month or two she would be turning fifteen, an age older and wiser. She chuckled at the sound of it. The girl always knew the saying but not where she got it from. As Meredith got closer to the door above, she held her books closer. She didn’t know what was going to be behind the door or who for that matter. Reaching a hand out to touch the smooth metal, she sighed and turned it until it clicked and she was free to go in.

It was small and very simple looking. It was nothing like what was in the rest of the castle. The hazel eyed girl walked in and laid her books on the crate. She couldn’t feel the cool breeze but if she were human she would rush out of the room or worn a jacket. A playful smile played her lips as she jumped up on the crate next to her books. Reaching over to the pile, she lifted up a black covered book with silver writing. In silver on the cover was, Pride and Predigest by Jane Austin. Soon before you knew it, the girl was flipping through the pages as she was engrossed in the tale written in ink. [/center]

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Must be Cossu

[ZEPHYR LEVESQUE !]

First Name:

Zephyr

Last Name:

Levesque

Age:

forever seventeen

Appearance:


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History:

Zephyr Shayde Levesque was born on August 12, 1884 as Shayde Rosseau Pestotelli. His parents' names were Elizabeth Angela Bennet and Raphael Emilio Pestotelli. His mother was a french woman, and his father was italian. They were going out as a couple during the time of Zephyr's birth. They weren't married, yet they were having a little child. Well, being only nineteen at the time of Zephyr's birth, they didn't want to be held down by a baby; and since Raphael's parents were alive no longer, and Elizabeth's parents disowned her for running off with Raphael, they'd have nobody to help take care of Zephyr. The couple spent time with him for those two days in the hospital, and then dropped him off at the New York Orphanage, the city where the parents would start their new life--without their son. He would spend a few years in that orphanage.

Life at Saint Maria's orphanage wasn't exactly the best--but it was better than being on the streets. He grew up with the same kids everyday inside that orphanage. It seemed back in those days, people didn't really adopt. His best friends were a part of the orphanage. He would stay home and play with them all day, until the year 1890. That's the year he started elementary school in New York. He lead a normal llife, although without all the things the other kids at school had. Zephyr often got picked on because he was an orphan, along with the pack of orphan friends he had in school. This happened all the way through high school. The between time was filled with troublemaking, fights, and addictions. Don't worry, only to cigarettes.

1902. Manhattan High. That's the high school Zephyr attended. In that year, he would be a senior. After all the hardships of school and the outside world, he was finally graduating and becoming a man. That would all change when his advanced studies class went on a trip to Paris, France. Little did anyone know, Zephyr Levesque wasn't coming back from this trip. The day of the trip, Zephyr cleaned up and packed everything he owned, which wasn't much. He got to the airport with his friends and took off to France. Him and the kids in his class went to the airport and fit into a couple gliders. There weren't big airplanes then like there were today. The flight over the sea seemed smooth enough, until it went horribly wrong. The plane started to drop steadily towards the ground.

That's all Zephyr remembered of the plane ride. The next thing he knew, he was being drove to the hospital by carriage. He was in critical condition at the Paris Hospital. His doctors name was Thomas-Pierre Levesque, and he would be the one to change Zephyr's life. The teenager was in critical condition, and after his class left the hospital room, his doctor admitted that he could give him a new hope--he could save him--but it would be painful. Zephyr could raise his head up, just enough to tell him he'd do anything to stay alive. But it was too late--or so it seemed. The vitals went flat within Zephyr, so he didn't feel the doctor panic and sink his fangs into the teenager.

He woke up the next morning, in a pure white room, with three other patients. They were the others that came on the trip with him--but Zephyr didn't know any of them--but one. It was his best friend, Xavier. The other four slowly woke up and they all got acquainted, just in time to find out from Thomas Pierre that they were all vampires. All it took were his words, and a touch of their now cold, pale skin. From that day on, those four teens' lives changed forever. They became adoptive siblings. Those were two dreams come true. He always wanted to be a vampire--and to be adopted. Who knew that both would cause him tremendous amounts of trouble.

The vampire family moved around a lot. They went from America, to Antarctica. From Antarctica, to Japan, to Russia, to Rome, anywhere they could live unnoticed. After the family's last encounter with the wolves in the Rome territory, the vampire family discovered that they had magical powers. This was because when Thomas Pierre was a young boy, he went to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. He had magical blood. So, he passed it onto the adoptive children through the bite. They were all infused with both vampiric and magical blood. Deciding that it would be best to hone their magic skills, the family moved to Paris, France. They would attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, as the Levesque Vampires.


Personality:

Quiet.At first, Zephyr is very quiet. That also makes him pretty mysterious to some people, not that the pale skin and neutral colored clothes didn't add to it. When you first meet him, Zephyr really doesn't talk too much, maybe a couple words like "hey, how ya doin?" but that's all you're going to get unless you keep trying, and then he'll open up a little. He doesn't usually talk to a lot of people unless they're his friends. For some reason, you can't get it through his head that the only way to make friends is by talking to people.

Sarcastic. Oh, yeah. Zephyr is a sarcastic SOB. Sure, a lot of the time he can be hilarious with his dry, but tasteful humor. But sometimes, he is just so sarcastic that you want to slap him. Or for the guys, you'd like to dropkick him. But, he get's a long with most guys--that can take a joke. He can take anything anybody says and make it into a sarcastic remark or a hilarious joke in an instant. How he does it is also part of his mysteriousness. Yeah, so...I could have just said sarcastic and that would have wrapped it up.

Determined. This can be a good thing, and it can be a bad thing. If he sets a goal, he is determined to reach it. That's the good part. They bad part of this is, his determination can turn into wrecklessness, and it gets him into trouble sometimes. He turns into a complete daredevil when he has to go after something he wants. For example, if he's craving a certain blood--like a dragons blood. If he finds a dragon, he's going to try to kill it no matter what--just to get the blood. That's how determined he is. Maybe its more of a bad thing?

Creative. Creativity is something that comes naturally to Zephyr. He finds many ways to express himself that's not telling someone directly how he feels. He doesn't like talking about feelings. It makes him awkward and nervous, and he despises that feeling. It kind of sets him apart from women, and can be a downer when looking for a date. To express himself, he keeps a journal, writes and plays rock music, and draws graphic novels. He has many songs written, and can play electric guitar, base, guitar, and the drums. He's working on a graphic novel about a vampire. It's kind of a graphic journal. It's about his real life, yet people will think it's a creative story. People are so blind.

Tempered. Zephyr can unleash quite a temper when he wants to. It kind of ties into his protective gene. The vampire is usually pretty calm and collective, but when he gets mad, you don't want to be around him. If mad enough and provoked, he's liable to rip your throat out with his bare hands. Watch it, enemies of Zephyr.

Intense. This ties in with tempered and protective. He's a very intense person--kind of complex. That's what many like about him. Especially if they are in a relationship with him. He's an intense person when it comes to love, and will do anything to protect them. He's intense with his relationships in another way too, but I wont talk about that. It's all in his eyes--they hold his intensity, and as they say, the eyes are the gateway to the soul.

Immensely Intelligent. Even when he was still a human boy, he was very intelligent. He'd been in honor classes the whole time he was in school, up until high school. That's why he was one of the select few that went on the trip to Paris. It was an advanced studies class, the top of the educational chain. He just wished he would have spent more time reading more books about planes. He's a very intelligent person. Who said you couldn't have brains and brawn?

Untrusting. Zephyr, although easy to trust himself, doesn't trust many people. There have been a lot of people to betray him, so he closes himself off to the outside world. The only way you'd ever know what he was thinking would be if you read his music sheets or his comics. It takes a long time to gain his trust, but once you have it, you'd been keep it because he wont forgive you if you betray him. Who knows--if you do betray him, he might be the last person you ever cross. He has a vivid memory. He never forgets a face.

Strong. Being a vampire, he obviously has super strength. He's a lot stronger than humans, able to crack a tree in half with one fist when he's made enough. Don't start a fight with him. But physically isn't the only way he's strong. He has a strong will, and never gives up on what he wants. He'll do all he can do to reach his goal, whether anyone likes it or not. He'd try not to hurt anyone near him, but if he cant...it can't be helped. He has human friends, but doesn't want to keep them too close, in fear that they might get hurt. But that may change at a magical school.

Energetic. Oddly enough, this boy can be very energetic when he wants to be. But, he has to be in the mood--or drunk. He has to take pills for ADHD. If he doesn't take them, he's one big ball of energy. With that energy, he can be very athletic. He loved to play baseball when he was younger. Vampiric baseball was even better. He'd definitely be good for quidditch, since he has very high stamina.

Sample RP:

"EMT JOHNATHAN! GET HIS PULSE, STAT!" That was the last voice he remembered hearing as he woke up in the intensive care unit. Zephyr slowly woke up to find himself in a white room, the surface of the walls kind of blurry still. Lifting his arms, Zephyr wiped his eyes, little pieces of sleep rolling off his fingers as he rubbed his eyelashes. He shut his eyes tight, then opened them quickly, his eyes shifting until they came into focus, glancing at the room. He was in an all white room. Was he in a loony bin? There were no pads, so he figured not. Zephyr looked down, noticing there was a tube going up his nose, then another connected to an IV needle. Shaking his head, the boy looked at the boy. He could hear someone coming.

Just as a figure came into the room, Zephyr slammed his head back on the bed, his heart rate declining. The teenager could feel himself slipping slowly. What was happening? How did he even get here? Just as he thought this to himself, he could remember being in a plain with a couple other friends and the pilot. The first group of students made it to the airport of Paris. The plane that Zephyr was in flew a couple miles behind the first plane, but something went wrong. Zephyr could remember the plane starting to shake, then quickly soar towards the ground. What seemed like a vision, slowly disappeared and he was looking at a doctor, who was slowly inching towards his ear, as if he wanted to tell him something.

"I can help you, son. I can promise you life, if you so choose to trust me.", he told him with a smile. Squinting, Zephyr looked at the light-blond man, swallowing slowly as he felt his heart slowly failing to pump blood into his system. God, it hurt so much. He'd do anything to make this stop. "Please. I trust you.", he told the doctor, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, starting to slip away now. The doctor nodded and quickly slammed his pearly fangs into Zephyr's neck.

Zephyr's eyes widened, his hands clutching the bed sheets. He was in even more pain now that the doctor was helping him. He couldn't believe it. The doctor was a vampire! Did those even exist? He'd always dreamed they did, but was it real? The pain was real, that was for sure. The doctor sank deeper, hitting deep vein, the vampire venom running through him. Zephyr's right hand clutched the mans neck, his mouth open to scream, but nothing coming out. It was a silent scream. The doctor finally pulled away, running his hand over Zephyr's eyes, closing the lids. "Sleep, child. You'll feel better in the morning..."

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Must be Sournois

[louloufroufrou]

Name: Louise Amelia
Last Name: Babarac
Age: 15

Appearance: Louise has long dark brown hair and big silver-blue eyes with pale skin. Her appearance is chic and refined, evidence of her pureblood breeding. She is of average height and weight, although her love of high heels often causes her to appear taller. Her mannerisms are very French as she lived in a chateaux in Paris during her formative years, and so she occasionally lapses into French mid-sentence. She wears a pair of silver square-framed reading glasses that occasionally slip down her nose when she reads.

History: Louise’s mother Aurelia and father Derrick met at Beauxbatons during their 5th year during a tutoring program between Rouerie students. Louise was born only a few years into their marriage on the 12th of April however complications during her birth left her an only child. Her parents moved to France when she was three and leading experts in the fields had privately tutored Louise in all subjects since she was five. Louise hopes to be in Rouerie as her parents were.

Personality: Louise is very poised and correct, although she does have a bit of a temper and can be slightly spiteful at times. However, when happy she possesses a kind and charming nature and is highly motivated when it comes to study. She also displays the eccentric habit of occasionally bursting into song, generally due to something she seen or heard reminding her of the song. This is not too bad as she has a beautiful voice however it can get slightly annoying if she chooses the wrong moment. When she knows she’s right she can be stubborn however once proven wrong she is content to accept defeat.

RP: Louise gazed up at the palace before her. It was beautiful, just as her mother had told her. She smoothed her black pencil skirt and white silk blouse before fastening her blue travelling cloak around her shoulders. She couldn’t help smiling as she strode forward, her glittery red high heels tapping out a neat rhythm as she began to cross a bridge into the school grounds. Tap-tap-tap-tap Suddenly she was knocked to the side, grabbing onto the rail of the bridge. She soon spotted the culprit, a tall red head who was gazing back grinning smugly. Louise felt her temper rise, that was plain rude! She continued to move forward, quickly catching up to the redhead, and delivered her retaliation. A short swift stab of the heel to her opponents left foot found its mark and Louise glanced over her shoulder at the girl as she yelped in pain. “Oops, pardon moi…” She murmured demurely, fighting a triumphant smile as she continued onward. Louise smiled, life was coming up roses, and with that thought suddenly burst out singing softly,
“Looking at the world through rose colored glasses,
Everything is rosy now.
Looking at the world and everything that passes,
Seems of rosy hue somehow.
Why do I feel so spry, don't wink your eye,
Needn't guess I'll confess, certain someone just said yes.”
She ignored the strange glances from passers-by and continued singing. Louise smiled, it was going to be a great year.

Make sure not to make your character too perfect. Everyone needs flaws.

Must be Rouerie.

Duly noted!

[leande]

First Name:

Leande 'Lee'

Last Name:

Berglind

Age:

seventeen forever

Appearance:

History:

Darkness had always surrounded Leande's life, ever since the beginning of her birth. Her mom only sixteen when she had her, and abandond her near a house in the the middle of an isolated forest. Leande's mom, Eleanor, was a witch and she was young. She made wrong decisions and always was taken for the opposite of who she was trying to be - a good and warming girl, which she never was. It was all her fault, having a daughter at such a young age of sixteen. She had no heart no knowledge of how malignant she acted and that she was going straight to hell. Eleanor had no backup when she gave birth to her daughter or even during her pregnancy. That was why she regretted ever having a 'misfortunate and unfaithful child' as she called Leande before leaving, but it was as if she was calling that herself.

After Eleanor had left Leande in an unknown place, she had disappeared and no one ever heard from her again. Though Eleanor had no clue where she had rested her innocent and faithful daughter. Danger. Danger. Danger. That was all you could say. Leande was in the presence of a house full of vampires - nomads. Smell. You could smell the sweet scent of her young blood from afar. Oh how the vampires were craving the insane blood that made them shift back and forth uncontrollably. Cries. The vampires had took Leande in their house - their dark and ferocious house. Bite. They took no time left until they bit the soft, smooth neck of Leande's. There were cries until nothing was left to be heard. The vampires took Leande in their house and kept her their. They decided to take her in until she was grown enough to be on her own...

fourteen years later

Leande grew up to be a beautiful dark haired, pale-ice-cold skin, blood-thirsty vampire girl. She was raised to be a nomad and was unfortunately successful at hunting humans. Death. She got most of the prey than the family she was living with did. They decided to throw her out and let her be free. Other vampires nomads and, well, vegetarians had heard about this. They were outraged and ready to attack the family. Some vampires went out looking for Leande, and kept hearing news on the local station about killings from an unknown murderer.

Paris was now a dead and unlively city. Everyone was afraid to go out in public. Some even moved to another city. Leande had no where to live, or to call home. She remembered some of her past before being turned into a vampire, but she didn't know who her real family was, that was the secret that would always be kept locked and hidden. Fortunately, Leande noticed not so late, that she had magical powers, besides her vampire one which allowed her to read minds. These powers were categorized as a witches ability. Leande didn't always crave for human blood, she did have the taste for human food. Though she couldn't afford it so she chose to drink human's blood instead.

A young man about the age of 30 noticed Leande sitting by herself in an alley way, blood dripping from her mouth. The young man was one of the vampires looking for her. He was a vegetarian vampire, so he approached her carefully no knowing what she might do. Leande looked up and noticed him standing there. He came straight up to her, inches away, and introduced himself and told her he would take her home. Leande didn't care who it was, all she was hoping for was to be taken to a nice sanctuary and be treated well.

two years later...

Erikson Berglind, is a doctor that works at a nearby hospital. Ever since he had adopted Leande, he had trained her to drink animal's blood. Erikson also had adopted a boy that was about the same age as Leande, and was saved due to almost dying. They were best friends forever and were very close like they were always family. But what if he was actually related to Leande?

Leande looks just like her mother Eleanor. Erikson noticed the features - Leande's nose, lips, shape of eyes, and even hair reminded him of...Eleanor. Erikson is Leande's father, and he is the one who got Eleanor pregnant. Erikson is also half wizard and half vampire. He got turned into a vampire because he was from the brink of dying, and he knew that Leande was going to cross him and that he would find her because of his special power to see the future. Erikson didn't say anything to Leande, not even to her "brother". All he did was show Leande a letter he recieved for both her and her brother to attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Leande and her brother was not surprised because they had been practicing their magic. When Leande turned sixteen she had started to attend Beauxbatons with her brother. Two years had past, Leande is seventeen, and she still has no clue that Erikson is her biological father. With the secret ever come out?

Personality:

Determination is Leande’s strongest sides to her. Whatever she does, Leande wants to succeed at and be the best. Her determination can lead to her being stubborn and not worthy to talk to. She thinks she knows whats best for her, and tries to do things her way. Though sometimes that doesn’t work out and she ends up being at the bottom and trying to climb up to the top. That doesn’t mean Leande’s not a good listener, she just doesn’t like being told what to do, especially by people she could care less about. With her determination, Leande would do anything to reach the top, even endure the worst of situations. A lot of times Leande would find herself in a difficult situation and find herself begging for mercy, then again she goes with the flow and determines herself to face the consequences, and be courageous.

Leande’s a smart cookie too. She likes to study a lot and know whats going on here and there (not to mention she could be a little curious). When she couldn’t go out to explore and learn, she kept herself busy learning by herself about the world. That’s also how she got to succeed in her magical powers, and learned how to invent a lot of machines that helped her daily. When something went broken in her house, she would fix it in a jiffy. Leande’s also much of a bookworm, and that is also how she became aware of the world and the history it covers.

There is a soft side to Leande also. She’s very caring and if anything happens to anyone then she’s all there’s. If she’s really close to someone and something happens to them she goes to the worst case scenario, and tries to help them as much as she can. Sometimes, she can be too over protective and worry too much, that the person she’s helping can get frustrated or fed up. Though when something happens to a person she has no pleasure in being with, she won’t care at all for them, even under any circumstance.

Leande is also a believer in karma that is also why sometimes she’s careful in what she does. Though a lot of times her stubbornness gets in the way that she gets in circumstances where she gets herself in some trouble or in the middle of a situation. Leande never likes to reveal her feelings to anyone, that’s because if she reveals her history or any secrets about her, people would know where to hurt her. That’s also the case with love, she doesn’t understand love. All she gets is that you fall in love, and you fall out of love, but that’s just from reading Romeo and Juliet, she never really experienced being loved from a boy.

Sample RP:

The days are going slow for Leande and a lot of times she finds herself very lonely and tired. So with that, Leande started reading a romantic novel and with reading just one line, she felt so weird and squeeshy inside when she heard that this one guy was gonna kill himself for the beautiful elegant Marie. Her head was rested on her plushy pillow on the edge of the twin-sized bed that stood in the middle of her room. Leande slumped and threw her face into the bed with a big sigh. The sun was shining brightly through her windows with the spring breeze that had a sweet scent to it came flying through her opened windows. That was the rush feeling that had happened this whole interminable day. "Gosh what the hell am I supposed to do these days?" asked Leande to nobody in particular.

"Hot shower. Now," said Leande as she scurried off her messy bed filled of blankets that almost made her slip. During the warm relaxing hot bubble bath, Leande was thinking of how dreadful she is sometimes. How she regrets being born. Why you ask? That was because of how she cannot forget all the bloody nights where she would kill innocent people only for the comforting of her thirst.

She got out of the shower and into some dry clothes. Her hair was a bit tangled and very wet, so she picked up her comb and started to untangle her waves. Her eyes were turning black, her mouth was dry and her skin turned paler. How unhuman of her to be like that, how barbaric of her to feel the need of blood. Though Leande couldn’t resist, this was who she was and she had absolutely no regrets. Fortunately, Leande had the determination and patience of waiting to hunt for animals. Instead, her mind was filled of thoughts of who she really is. It’s been sixteen years since Leande was born a dreadful deathly birth. What can her body really do? Is she in danger because of who her parent's were? Whats the secret? You know how much Leande craves for these answers, instead of craving for blood? She would go without blood for a year before she figures out this secret of her guardians and her…life. Leande placed her comb down in the sink, her eyes lost in her reflection wide open, her expressionless face lost. “Ma…my life. I just realized how in danger my life is in”, said Leande breaking the loud silence. She swiftly moved out the bathroom and into her dorm room, without one breath.

“If I have no clue as to who I am, I’m clueless on how to fight for myself when the secret’s revealed,” Leande said to herself trying to get a hold of things. She knew that if she didn’t know what else she has the power to do and who she really is and….the who the rest of her family are, she has no control. Suddenly a force of wind swished through the wide opened window, along with it came a snowy white owl just like Leande’s own owl, which held in it’s claws a letter. Leande received the letter from the owl’s grip, and untied it. It read:From, Mom, right in front. Silence.

Must be Rouerie

[anastasia thurston]

first name:

anastasia

middle name:

rose

last name:

knowles

age:

fourteen

appearance:

Standing at only four foot eleven at the age of fourteen, Anastasia was always known as the 'small one' - even by people that did and did not know her real name. Her long brunette hair - which was enfact previously blonde - stretches down to her elbows without a single kink or wave in sight. The girl's pale green eyes were inherited from her mother and the pale skin tone to match from her father. Ana was never one to follow certain trends - more a starter. Normally being found in a pair of skinny jeans and a normal tee, there was never anything that made the girl stand out from the rest; especially when she came to Beauxbatons and finally understood that there was more than just her who could cast a spell using her mother's wand.

History:

Born late into Christmas Eve, Anastasia Rose Knowles was brought into the French world at eleven fifty eight pm - just two minutes before the proper Christmas celebrations began across the country and the world. The young girl's parents - Melisa & Robert - were known visitors to the French landscape and were planning on settling down within the country's hills for a year or two while the family began to grow. Being the eldest of two - her younger sister being named Claudia, Anastasia knew the importance and responsibility it carried on her shoulders. The baby sitting, the careing nature of her personality and many just being there - with Claudia when their mother and father couldn't attend.

Her parents first met during their last year at Beauxbatons. Robert had been sorted into Sournois seven years before and kept up his reputation as one of the 'bad boys' in the school until he met Melisa. She was a beautiful brunette girl that had been sorted into Cossu prior to their meeting. The two fell in love at first sight - bringing the proper meaning back to 'love at first sight'. Married only five years before the birth of their first child, the couple were as strong as they could possibly be - building a strong relationship for their future children to learn from.

Once Anastasia was born, Melisa wanted her daughter to have a normal life for the first eleven years - before moving her into Beauxbatons for her magical education. Robert - on the other hand - had other ideas about his daughter's education. This debate went on for over the first two years of Ana's life with many threats and neglection being thrown and her almost ever day; even though she never truly understood about the arguments. A few days after the daughter's sixth birthday and after years of arguments, the couple finally got divorced - Anastasia moving to England with her father and only seeing her mother during the summer holidays.

While in the British Isles, Ana was finally introduced to what her mother had been holding her back from for over six years - magic. The whole idea within the girl's mind was still as mystical as it was in her dreams - well, minus the unicorns and it's pretty close. Due to the lack of cooking and house-keeping skills on her father's half of the family, the whole house was run under the influence of magic. The washing, ironing, vacuuming and so much more completed with one movement of Robert's wand.

At the age of eleven, Anastasia was thrown into magic full time when she first recieved an invitation to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She accepted with no delay - hoping that actually going to a magic school would help her understand the whole idea of charms and potions her dad had been going on about for over her lifetime. Whilst at Hogwarts, the girl was sorted into Gryffindor - to her dad's dismay - but Ana never settled in enough for her to stop contemplating if any other school's exsisted.

This when Beauxbatons Academy came into mind. After a talk with her mother about moving in with her and her unknown younger step-sister Claudia, Melisa sent out a letter to the school, asking for a place. Days later a reply came - with an invitation to join the school.

Personality:

Anastasia was never one to follow the rules, even after the effect of responsibility being built up on her shoulders since beginning to look after her younger step-sister. She would be the one dancing in the middle of the room randomly with everyone else watching - just enjoying being the centre of attention; just where she belonged. This is mainly thanks to her father's rebelious spirt from when he was younger that rubbed of on Ana. It just made life much more exciting compared to being a good girl. She is also enjoyed making sure that everyone knew her name more than anyone elses - the amount of times she broke the rules made this easier than you would expect. The girl also is very opinionated when it comes to blood status yet will talk to almost anyone; unless they're annoying or trying to steal her spotlight.

Her father has always put Anastasia on a pedistool - showing off how beautiful and well grown his daughter is - but she only acted and looked the way she did because of him. To her sister, Ana attempts to act like a rolemodel - no swearing, no ignorance and no selfishness - but there has always been signs that Claudia would turn out exactly the same as her older sister.

Sample Roleplay:

'Come on Anastasia - time to get up...' announcent the brunette's dormmate. The sun shone through the glass window to the right of her bed - reaching all the way across the dorm's floor towards the wall on the other side. Another day in Beauxbatons - Ana's new home. She had only arrived two days ago and yet, it all seemed so familiar. The people, the building, the whole surrounding was like her dreams that she used to have. Today, the girl had decided to go on a venture around the grounds so she knew where everything was - just encase she ever needed to find some where without the aid of the map her mother had given her just moments before she borded the carriage for her - slightly bumpy - journey to the castle. Anastasia clambered out from underneath her quilt and balanced up right on the soft wooden floor. The weekend had brought the summer weather and the girl was - she wobbled slightly - almost fully awake.

Anastasia pulled her cloak tightly around her body with any attempt to hold more heat into herself. The sun may have been out - anyone could have seen that - but it wasn't helping a great deal when it came to the temperature. She had been walking around Beauxbatons for around half-an-hour so far and, to the brunette's surprise, was finding it quite easy to navigate around compared to how it felt going into Hogwarts the first time. Placing one foot in front of the other, Ana walked along the gravel path that ran parallel to the glistening sapphire lake.

Taking a seat on the grassy bank, the brunette's hair blew in the wind as she watched the ripples run across the lake like miniture waves. A blonde girl - only around two years older than her - was walking along the same path that she did. The other girl stopped next to Anastasia and smiled down at her. 'Hey...' the blonde said, her smile still gleaming. Ana looked over her shoulder at the blonde - exchanging a familiar smile back at her. '... can I sit here?' the blonde questioned. Anastasia paused for a second - then began to nod. There was no point not letting her, no-one else was going to come back. "Sure..." Ana replied, moving her bag out of the way. Having someone to talk to makes a lonely just that bit better.

Must be Rouerie

[angelofdarkness]

Name: Aiden Meiklejohn

Appearance:

History: Aiden comes from a long line of Seers. It was destined for her to be able to have some powers of that sort. Her parents, Rachael and Tegan Meiklejohn both had Seer roots. Rachael is a Seer and it always ran in her family for the females to have that gift. Tegan had had precognotive dreams from a very tender age. Tegan and Rachael met through their parents and knew from the tender age of fifteen that they were meant for eachother. Aiden was born April 5 and became the joy of their lives. Her parents realized she was a seer when she turned three. She had hugged her mother and said she couldn't wait for Marcus, her baby brother, to be born. Rachael hadn't even known she was pregnant. Tegan died when Aiden was five from a heart attack and the family of three moved to NYC. But when Marcus turned eleven, he was accepted into Hogwarts and they moved once more. This time to Milan, Italy, where Rachael had grown up. They lived in her childhood home and there, Rachael decided to enroll Aiden in Beauxbatons.

Personality: Aiden is quite crazy. She has a passion for life and enjoy it dearly. She loves to talk and is strangely enough, very much the pessimest. She is loud and at times obnoxious but well loved by others. She is random and sweet but can be cruel as well. She is hot tempered and distracted quite easily. She has a serious Anxiety Disorder and is on Valium for it (her mother is a half blood and considers some muggle methods better than wizarding ones). She is a very nervous person and worries over the smallest things. She dresses strangely but is good at ignoring others. She is the expert on "shunning" and can usually be found in the library, art room or music room. She adores the arts and although she does not excell at all of them, she is not deterred. She adores to write and is usually seen with a notebook and pen. She cannot draw a recognizable shape to save her life but adores art either way and she is a prodigy at the piano but simply cannot play any other instrument and believe me, she's tried. She's a stickler for details but usually does not see the big picture. It is very difficult for her to forgive others and it takes a lot of effort to gain her trust. She is also quite the activist. She detests meat apart from chicken and will start ranting whenever she sees beef. She also dislikes whenever she is bothered about her height. It's a sore subject and she'll yell at you if you joke about it. (She's 5'1")

Sample RP: I slammed the door shut as I entered our spacious home. "Mami, I'm home!" I yelled. I slid of my Converse and entered the kitchen to see my mother talking on the phone. She signaled for me to be quiet and I grabbed an apple and munched happily.
Marcus hugged me tightly and I patted his head with confusion marring my face. "When did you get here, squirt? I thought I was going to get you after Italian Classes..." He shrugged and smirked at my annoyed expression.
"Alright, Jake, side-apparated me here so you wouldn;t have to Floo, over," he grunted. "Aw, you love your big sister. What a cutie." I ruffled his honey brown waves so similar to Mami's.
"Hey, don't ruffle, my hair, I'm not a baby!" he said, his dark green eyes showing defiance. "Whatever, don't get yourself in a knot over everything. Goddess, you are so uptight," I mumbled. He flipped me off and that began our wrestling match.
The kid may have only been turning thirteen but boy was he strong and tall (5'9"). He had me pined and I managed to embow him and sit on him, "Alright, we'll make a deal. We don't fight in front of Mami or else she'll get annoyed. Deal?" He giggled and took my hand only to pin me to the ground once more.
I arched a brow and he got off me and then lifted me up easily. I ran a hand through my messy red locks and then said, "Well, Mami made us lunch so I'm wicked excited." He and I laughed as our cooking was horrible and only Mami's ever tasted like food.

Your RP is in first person, on this site all RPs must be in third person. Please remember that before you RP. Thanks.

Must be Rouerie

[shortysboo]

Name: Drew Williams

Appearance:
Age: 17

History: Drew was born Feburary 13 1991 to Daniella Williams, a single mom. His father, Cole, had walked out on Daniella wen he found out she was pregnant at 16. Daniella is of Elven blood and Cole was an Elf so Drew is of Elven-Blood. He has an affinity with water and he is drawn to it. He lived in France all of his life and when he turned 17 his mother decided to enroll him in Beauxbatons.

Personality: Drew is very calm and collected. He is intense and quiet. He may not be the life of the party but he likes to enjoy himself. He detests to read but is obsessed with music. He plays the Guitar extremely well and writes music. He has a horrible temper that is rarely seen and he s very protective of his loved ones. He flows along life and believes in freedom of mind, soul and body. He is very picky and arrogant at times. His worst fault is that he rarely stays true to a girl. He needs someone who will straighten him out and who isn't afraid to use force. He is optimistic and sensitive. He adores animals but is terrified of frogs and will scream loudly if he see's one. He might seem weak but is an excellent archer.

Sample RP: Drew laughed loudly, a strange occurance only his loved ones saw. "Mom, I won't give up!" he yelled. His Uncle Matt, was holding him down as his mom tickled him mercilessly. "You sure? I can go all day," giggled Daniella. "Alright, Uncle, Uncle, I give!" he laughed.

Daniella helped him up and said, "Alright, admit that you are the one who ate my chocolate pie." Drew scrunched up his face and nodded his head. He turned around and left into his room. He pulled out his guitar and began to play.

Your RP could use a bit of work, but nothing is better than experience to get better. Must be Cossu

[adele]

-X-

[colefordadeau]

First Name:
Cole.
Last Name:
Adeau.
Age:
16
Appearance:
frappe ici.
History:

Dafne and Nathaniel were blessed with a gift on the date of April 3rd. It was like something that somehow just came to them, without knowing the true gift that was upon them. Cole was the gift, of course! He was a very loud baby, compared to the children that snoozed all day after their exit of the mother. He seemed to just go against the entire process, and was loud and antsy the entire few years of his birth.
I'm not going to bore you with Cole's entire young childhood. Who honestly wants to hear about a child drooling, drawing on the wall, and clapping when gleeful? I sure wouldn't. Let's skip ahead to the next moments in his life. When he was three years of age, he began wobbling and talking a bit. He made random glees of noise, and craved attention. That soon expanded when a new addition known as Ansley. She was the complete opposite of Cole. She was to herself, and liked to nap often. She seemed to not cause anyone any harm. Cole tried to push her down the stairs of their home. If you couldn't get it from that little sentence, he didn't like her. How dare some bald thing come in and take his nice little seat upon attention?
He grew to love her. It may have been against his will, but he grew to love her. He was on a 'play-date' with the neighbors stuck-up Muppet-child known as Zacherie. He had pushed Ansley over for a block, when Cole had pushed him for pushing Ansley (totally ignoring the fact that he had pushed her before). The boy left, and never returned that day. Cole and Ansley hence forth had a little more communication as he grew, each growing along-side each other. Cole was the more talkative, out-going one where she was the type of person who kept to herself but still loved her brother.
Time went on. I am going to reverse this a bit, and tell you a small insert on Dafne and Nathaniel. Dafne was born French, going to Beauxbatons herself. She was more like Cole, out-going and loud through youth. Nathaniel was shy and mellow, just like Ansley (notice the connections, yet?). Nathaniel was born with a single brother, while Dafne was an only child. Something was special about her. Dafne's mother was a twin. Dafne's great-grandmother was a twin. It skipped a generation each time. Either Cole or Ansley would have a child, that was a twin. Who will it be?
The young, loud boy is now accepted into Beauxbatons, which will lead him on an adventure of a lifetime.

Personality:

Let's just say Cole is not the brightest quill in the shop. At the age of eleven, he had thought books to be the number one enemy and accidentally set his fathers first edition books on fire. After his father had told him about it through gritted teeth, he realized that books weren't the enemy, but knowledge was. Who needed it, anyway? Beside Cole being dense, he is also out-going and bubbly. He likes to chat with most people who can be chatted with, but will never resort to talking to inanimate objects (and be sent to an insane asylum? No thanks). Cole is gullible. If you told him you were living on Saturn, he would probably laugh at you, and then ask you questions about 'How is the pay up there?'. He seems to be in a false security of courage at the moment, and thinks he could take on the world biggest dragon when really he couldn't even take a Hinkypunk. He can be confused in mid-sentence, and have to be reminded of things in the conversation. Don't get me wrong, he's not full of flaws. He marches to the beat of his own drum when needed, like personality wise and clothing styles. So, in a little rally, Cole Adeau is a dense, gullible, talkative, confused, full of courage, optimistic, and individually specific.

Sample RP:

"Your going to lose again, you know." Cole strained his eyebrow, staring at the little bother of him. Her auburn hair seemed to strike to his face, her eyes changing color according to the rays of light. Cole looked around, seeing his mother's and father's backs looking at a building with clothes within it. The family was in town, out to find his sister some new clothes. Ansley smirked at him, and held her hands behind her back. "Well, Cole. If you can't beat me, I guess you shouldn't do it" That tore it. Cole glared at her, and looked both ways. No way could he be beaten by his little sister!

He down, putting his elbow on some dingy wooden table. It's structure was round, with a nice oak rod holding it up. She smirked once more, laying her elbow on the table. "Ready?" Of course he was ready! He was Cole , and he would never be taken by such a little pip-squeak! "Set?" He rolled his eyes in the back of his head, his knee going . He could feel an ancient man watching them, wondering what the heck they were doing. "You sure you're ready?" He glared at her, retiring his glance from man back to the annoyance in front of him. "Just start, yo-" Then she had done it.

It was like a flash. Her hand went as fast as it could to the other side, slamming his back-hand onto the wood. He glared at her, standing up and waving his finger in her face. "Foul!" She just smirked once more while he furrowed his brow. "No harm," She began, putting her index finger up to his lip. "No foul. Besides!" She began, smiling innocently. "If you ever have a feeling to tell your friends that your sister, three years younger, mind you..." She continued, waving her hands. "Is stronger, smarter, better-lookin-"
"Ego-centric, much?" He said, only thinking of a single thought to contradict her. She laughed. What would she laugh at? She was a confusing one, that Ansley.

Must be Sournois

[dmanrocks]

Name:
Damien Alexander

Last Name:
Black

Age:
16

Appearance:
Damien has black hair that constantly flops in his eyes. His clothes are clean cut and tailored, stereotypical rich kid clothes. He has dark brown eyes and a slightly crooked grin. Tall and slightly muscular (he plays quidditch) he appears as the kind of boy who’d be extremely popular if he gave it a go but he prefers to stay in the background.

History:
Damien lives with his single mother, Sarah. He assumes she attended Beauxbatons due to her insistence he attend the school although he can’t even find out which house she was in. He was born on the 8th of December, Sarah was only 19 at the time. He has no idea who his father was, all questions about him being answered with, “It was a mistake whose only silver lining was the creation of you.” He is hoping to perhaps discover his father’s identity if not more about his mother’s past, at Beauxbatons.

Personality:
Damien is very relaxed and lanky. He can be a real sarcastic SOB when in a bad mood and can hold a grudge like nobody’s business. However, he is a very good student and, if you happen to befriend him, highly loyal, although he is highly secretive about his home life as he tries to protect Sarah from some of the bad representations of single mothers. He also doesn’t like being pitied. He is intensely stubborn and will occasionally got too far to make a point, meaning he needs friends or peers who are happy to tell him when he’s being a complete idiot.

RP:
Damien looked around, he was NOT in a good mood. He tossed his trunk onto the ground beside him and sat down kicking the grass as he did. The topic of choice for his carriage had ended up being everyone’s families, which meant he wasn’t able to join in. He’d enjoyed listening to the funny insights everyone had into their family life, and had even began contemplating actually speaking when the subject had moved onto single mothers. It hadn’t been pretty. This wasn’t good. Damien’s blood boiled as he thought of some of those idiotic pureblood ideas about single mothers. NONE of them applied to Sarah. She was the kindest, sweetest, most generous mother a guy could want. A good cook too, he added as he grabbed a small pumpkin pie from satchel in which she had packed his lunch this morning.
He sat there chewing furiously, stupid pureblood ideas! He’d add stupid purebloods if he wasn’t one. Although there really was no proof, but Sarah had assured him. He sighed and threw the remnants of his pie to a crow who was looking at it hungrily nearby. Before picking his trunk back up and heading over to the entrance of the school. He was missing his mother already…

Must be Rouerie

[nixie]

First Name:
Nixie Ece
Last Name:
Maine
Age:
Fifteen
Appearance:
Nixie is a very short and petite girl. She stand at five foot and has very pixie like features to her. She has brown hair that is choppy and not to long, but not to short. She likes to play around with her hair and wear it different everyday. She has pale pink lips and a small nose, her eyes are lime green color and she can't stand them. She wears brightly colored clothes, so you can always tell when she is coming.
History:
Nixie was born on July 13, 1993 to Rawley and Brent Maine. They loved her very much and had been excited that they had finally gotten their first child. Growing up Nixie had always been a spoiled child, well that was until her younger brother Matt was born when she was four. At first she couldn't stand him and was mean to him as a child, but as she grew up she became very protective over him. Even though she was protecive over him and less mean, she would still tease him and make fun of him at times, plus they had always been very competitive.

School had been very boring for Nixie, seeing as she understood many things easily. Also it had been hard for her at times. She had always been made fun of for being so short and tiny. But things changed when Nixie would get mad and go off. Her few friends stood up for her until the teasing started to die down. But that had happene right when she knew she would have to switch schools.

She was very angry at her parents for not telling her earlier that she would be changing schools and leaving her friends behind. Plus not being able to tell them why, and where she was going. Nixie knew making friends would be hard for her most likely seeing as she could be a little hyper active and over bearing at times.
Personality:
Nixie had always been a active, hyper, and out going girl growing up. She never listened to what people told her to do, which would result in her getting in trouble a lot. She is a very bright girl and gets things easily most of the time, and she uses it to her advantage at times. Nixie can be very sneaky at times but thats only when she wants something really bad. She also doesn't take crap from anyone, if you piss her off she will go off. She is basically like a ticking time bomb. Even though she acts like that she loves her friends to death and wouldn't change them for the world, plus she makes friends easily if you don't make her mad.

Photography is her passion, if she didn't have it she would about die. She loves to just walk around and take pictures of anything. People, animals, nature, and anything else she is in the mood to take pictures of.
Sample RP:
Click

Nixie heard that noise and smiled, as she looked to her camera and saw the picture she had just taken of her baby cousin sitting on the floor smiling with drool coming out of her mouth. She set her camera down on the coffee table in her living room and bent down to pick up Alice. Nixie's thin arms wrapped around Alice as she carried her to her crib.

Her Aunt had payed her to watch Alice for a couple hours while she did some stuff for work. She set down the now sleepy looking baby into the crib and watched her as she curled up in a ball and fell asleep very quickly. A small smirk appearing on her pink lips as she brought a hand up to her hair and pushed a strand behind her ear.

"Nixie. Is Alice okay." Came the small voice of Rawley, Nixie's mom, as she walked into the living room and looked at Alice then back at Nixie. "She sure does like you a lot." A smile appeared on her moms lip's as she said this.

"She's just a baby, they like everyone." Nixie stated as she grabbed her camera and walked up the stairs into her colorful room. She set the camera on her computer desk and walked to the window, opening the window slightly as a small breeze blew in and moved Nixie's brown, choppy hair out of her face, a smile on her face.

welcome to cossu!
keep in mind when you use a camera that electrical things don't usually work at beauxbatons (remember colin creevy's camera?) but that doesn't mean you aren't allowed to use one : )

[serene]

First Name:serendipity
Last Name:Noland
Age:11
Appearance:
Serendipity is an 11 year old female with long curly red hair. She has ice blue eyes with a speck of green in them. She has a slight tan. She loves to be in short mini skirts and tank tops when she is not at school. She is from Dublin Ireland by she only speaks English. She weighs a mere 125 pounds

History:Serendipity was born four years after her parents married, and six years after they met. She moved near the sea shores, where her mother's house over looked the magnificent ocean. They moved to the beach house when Serendipity was three, and stayed in that beautiful home until she was seven. During that time Serendipity knew that she was different. She could do things with her mind like make snakes hurt people.
When Serendipity was only six she was surprised that she would be attending a school similar to her mothers, when she turned 11. Five years she thought to herself and imagined all the possibilities it had in store for Her at Hogwarts.she knows that her parents are and were death eaters she has learned as much as she can at home about the dark arts so she hope that Hogwarts can teach her more. She knows that she will be takeing Defence against the dark arts at School and hope that it can teach her more about the inforgiveable curses.


Personality:Serendipity is your average 11 year old she loves to hang with friends and be loud and outgoing as long a she’s with her friends. Sometimes she likes to just sit alone for a while and think in the common room, but enjoys spending time with her friends. She does well in school, but has trouble concentrating in class, giving her an apathetic attitude toward her studies. She would practically do anything for her friends because they mean the world to her. She always can tell who will be a true friend and who will not. She only has 2 character flaws she is extremely boy crazy. She is also extremely possessive over her friends and family she has to be the center of attention when she finally warms up to you
Sample RP:Serendipitythought, "I'm here, at a wizard school!" Serendipity was so excited to be a witch. Until her mom set her down in the living room and told her everything about her mom being a witch and going to hogwarts herself. Serendipity didn't believe her mom, instead she just bursted out laughing.[/


before you're sorted, you need to change your name so that you have a first and second name. also, if you could fill your history out a bit more? she's going to beauxbatons, not hogwarts. since she's from ireland, how did she get to go to beauxbatons rather than hogwarts? you also need to lengthen your rp sample and check your spelling and grammar : )
also, you don't have to change this, but i don't think an 11 year old would weigh 125 pounds? i think that might be a little heavy for an 11 year old. thank you ^.^

[kiernan]

First Name: Keiran (pronounce Keer-an)
Last Name: Isato
Age: 17

Appearance: With ink dark hair and pale flesh, Keiran is what some would call a walking exercise in contrasts, and the dark clothing that he can often be seen sporting certainly doesn't help matters. However, his most shocking feature comes in the form of startlingly bright but clouded sky blue eyes...certainly not a helpful feature when all he wants is to blend into the crowd, to be just like everyone else. It's a life long goal and, thank Merlin, darkly colored contacts have made it a bit easier to keep finding out what those too bright, slightly clouded eyes can see...or rather, what they can't see. Now all he has to do is stay out of the sun and add a few primary colors to his wardrobe and he'll be set...or so he believes.

History: The sun stood high and bright in the noontime sky the day Keiran was born, and his father, a minor elf lord, referred to the coming together of sun, cloudless sky, and gentle breeze as the signs of a 'good birth.' An only child born to a young woman of Asian descent, and relatively painless birth at that, surely the great spirits had blessed their child. For sixteen years Lord Valandil believed that his son would prove to be the perfect heir..until the sickness came.

Kimiko had never mentioned that the blood coursing through her veins held the taint of a most unfamiliar magic. Her own family had disowned her for her gifts and when, at a young age, her own son had shown signs of possessing magical abilities (reaching out to closed flowers and causing them to bloom, leaping off of swings and floating safely to the ground when he might otherwise have been injured), she took him aside and swore him to secrecy, doing her best to contain his powers with what little knowledge she possessed. unfortunately, the book that Kimiko had stumbled across bore ancient magic meant for those with both the blood of a wizard and that of an elf and, not meeting those requirements, the spell began to sap away at her strength in order to continue holding Keiran's powers in check.

A year later, Kimiko contracted a seemingly fatal illness first losing her sight and then her muscle functions, leading elven healers to discover both what she had done, and what she had been concealing via her dangerous actions. She was saved and found that her husband had far more tolerance for witches than she could have fathomed given her own family's prejudices. her fears and her near sacrifice had been for naught. What more, Valandil wished to send Keiran off to the best magic school in Europe which, he quickly ascertained, not to be Hogwarts, as many had expected, but Beauxbatons, an academy possessing both the knowledge and the diversity that his son would need to become a well rounded wizard.

Keiren only now wishes that he had mentioned his failing eye-sight, but with his mother still recovering from illness, he kept this burden to himself, instead disguising his eyes first with blue contacts that matched the brightness that his eyes would have possessed without the clouding, and upon his arrival at Beauxbatons, he plans to switch his contacts out for darker, less noticeable ones. Here, he hopes, he can be normal. Here he won't be looked upon with fear or derision for being what he is. Here, everyone possesses the same kind of magic he does, has at least a portion of the same kind of blood flowing through his veins. Here, he believes, he shall find his true kindred.

Personality: Keiran is a quiet, reserved fellow who prefers to speak only after first being spoken to. Many think him shy and, in a way, even he has reason to believe that this isn't an entirely groundless conclusion. However, the real reason for his uncanny silence is the fear that someone will find out that his eye-sight is beginning to fail him, that it grows worse as the months pass....that he fears that what happened to his mother is happening to him as well. Just in case, he's kept his distance. He plans to sign up for the most difficult of classes, with the assumption that few people will have time to converse for all the work that will be constantly heaped upon them. He plans to bury himself in books and knowings, and conventional knowledge until he forgets himself, stopping only to put in the polite aside here or there as is expected. it wouldn't do to stand out, but even so, the students seem to sense something a little 'off' about him.

Sample RP: It always seemed to be raining whenever Keiran wished to read out in the courtyard, and today wasn't an exception. He briefly wondered, not for the first time, if the clouds knew exactly when he was planning on coming out, and invented little conversations for them to have in his head as he strolled down the corridor toward his second destination of choice, the astronomy tower. As the tower was generally only used for night-time star gazing classes, it was generally free and reflected the quiet, distraction free atmosphere that the library should have been privy too, but rarely was. Someone always seemed to want to talk about something; A classmate with a question about an assignment, asking if he'd come to the same conclusion or written down the same answer, and all the while he would catch them glimpsing at his paper to see what was scrawled across parchment in hasty letters, often furrowing a brow as they tried to make out the messy squiggles that made up his scrawl...or he'd find someone who wanted whatever book he had taken off the shelves for that day's perusal, even if he could tell that they didn't actually need it. No, they were just looking for a polite in, a way to make conversation, and he detested idle conversation.

It was no different than those back home, or so he assumed. Looking for a way in, for a way to build up his trust so that they could make their jibes that much more personal, tailoring them to his hopes and fears and ripping him back down to earth after he'd been given a chance to fly so high...to hope again....

Sidestepping a group of three Cossu girls, Keiran tried to ignore the sounds that weaved themselves into rumors of an illicit student professor relationship and moved on. He had no interest in such things and his suddenly doubled pace reflected that as he darted toward the staircase as soon as it came into view and bolted up the steps with the haste of a frightened fawn attempting to escape a hungry predator looking to make a quick meal of it's flesh.

Sighing as the click of the door sounded behind him, Keiran strode across the length of the tower room and hopped up onto the windowsill. Using the sunlight as his reading lamp of choice, he flipped open the cover of a tome entitled 'Ailments of the Visual Cortex' and ran his eyes over the contents of the index. Somewhere within this book he would find what he was looking for...or so he hoped. Running his fingers over the index after his eyes he stopped it on a curious term...one that was not unfamiliar to him as a result of previous research into this particular topic. The chapter was entitled 'lateral geniculate nucleus damage.' The sound of rustling pages could be heard as he flipped quickly to his destination.



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