Sorting (Term Twelve)

[presley]

First Name: Presley

Last Name: Bortolameolli

Appeance:

History: Presley is the youngest of her family. She born from two parents who are polar opposites but are completly in love with each other. Presley has an older brother named Peter who is at seventeen and an older sister named Shannon who is fifteen. Each person in her family is different and Presley doesn't have many things in common with her siblings at all except for the fact that they are all friendly and fun.

When Presley and her siblings were growing up, Presley got special attention from her father. Back when her dad was younger, he went to Durmstrang and was brought up to think purebloods ruled the world. On the other hand, their mom went to Beauxbatons and was brought up to think that blood didn't matter. The two met one day in England and fell in love. From there things got better but they still had their differences.

Her older siblings, both being in Rouerie, were brought up just the same as their mom. But their dad had another chance and was succeding in the process. Presley was a violent and prejuduce girl to begin with and she was always fighting and saying she was better than everybody else. She was the youngest after all, so she got a little bit more spoiled than everybody else.

Personality: When Presley was born her dad could tell she was going to be different from her other two siblings. Of course he was right all along, but didn't find that out until Presley was five years old. At age five Presley took advantage of her little size and being the youngest. She'd blame everything on her older siblings even though it was really her fault and would make faces at the other two after they got yelled at. Then she became violent whenever she didn't want to do something or when someone was annoying her too much or just even a little.

She became a little better about being sneakier and controlling her violent side. Get her annoyed, it would seem like you were annoying her. Of course it was nothing like that. She'd get you back and you'd be sorry. Presley Bortolameolli always got her revenge no matter what. Presley is girl with an attutude. She's always expressing herself and speaks her mind. This can get her into some big trouble and have some friend problems. But of course most of her friends are a lot alike in many ways.

Unlike her siblings, Presley takes advantage of being a pureblood. Like her father, she thinks purebloods should only be able to do magic. Muggles and muggleborns are, to her, filth. For a girl so small, she acts tall and can be very intiminating at times. Some good advice would be to not get her angry or annoyed. As she got older, she acted like she was always the mature one even when she wasn't being mature at all. She's got the aura of maturity, but residing deep inside her is the Presley that gets revenge, irritated, and loves to snap back. Inside resides the girl that grew up to be such a hateful girl and to judge everything in sight. She could almost be the bully in some cases if she wanted to. In some cases, she can be intimidating and tends to send a wave out to everybody that they were warned and to be careful what they say or do around her.

Sample RP: Presley bounced around the house being bored and had just eaten a bunch of candy. It was the nearing the end of summer and Presley was getting bored. She'd done everything she wanted this summer and had nothing left to do, except sit around being bored. In her short shorts and a pink tank top, she skipped around looking for something to do. She was thinking about going to her sister to see what she was doing, but she wasn't even sure if her sister was around or not. Knowing her sister, she was probably reading a thick book, not wanting to be bothered. Then her thoughts wandered to her older brother. Maybe he'd do something with her. Presley stopped skipping and knew better than that. He was probably out with his friends doing something guys do. Presley groaned. She could waited to get back to school and see all of her friends. Who knew summer could get so boring?

Presley went back into the kitchen and dug out some more candy and a butterbeer. It was a good thing she had a fast metabolism or she'd probably be very overweight. Tucking a piece of her long brown hair behind her ears, she made her way outside. The grass was getting long and her dad needed to seriously cut it. It was probably the only muggle thing their dad knew who to use. At first it was funny seeing him getting confused by all the muggle technology, but his brother who was married to a muggle witch, taught him how. It was a good thing too, or they'd be walking in waist high grass all the time. Presley sat down under a tree and drank her butterbeer slowly. It was nice out, but there were too many clouds for Presley's liking. She prefered hot sunny days with no clouds. Getting bored of sitting around Presley got back up.

She stood there for awhile thinking of what to do. It was going to be a long day and she could just see it already. She went back inside and saw her sister eating in the kitchen. "Hey Shannon!" Presley said sitting across from her. "What do you want?" Shannon asked sighing. Presley glowered. It was typical of her sister to think that she wanted something whenever Presley was trying to be friendly. Most of the times it was true, but today she didn't want anything. She just wanted to get out of boredem. "Wow, I was just trying to make a conversation." Presley said and got up. As soon as she left the room, she wished she didn't. Shannon was her ticket out of being bored and she blew it. Presley groaned and decided to see if sleep was a better idea. She made her way up to her room and flopped down onto her bed. She lay there staring at the ceiling and she soon felt drowsy. Daydreams came over her and soon Presley's eyes fluttered and closed, pulling her into a restless sleep.

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Must be Sournois

[mckennanorman]

ignore this post, please!

[athie]

athie esmee agate


"too anxious, young and oblivious"

[/B] Athie Esmee Agate
NICKNAME(s) none so far
AGE 17
GENDER lady
BLOODLINE muggle born
SEXUALITY hidden bisexual
STATUS single
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[/B] brown
HAIR dark
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES birthmark on left ankle, freckle by her left ear.
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[/B] casual people, nature, tranquility, fun.
DISLIKES chaotic people, backstabbers, false friends, bugs, extreme darkness.
STRENGTHS Strong personality, high pain tolerance
WEAKNESSES Giving in, low immune system (when sick it can be bad).
PATRONUS Spending summers at the ocean, with her whole family.
BOGGART

OVERALL at least two detailed paragraphs
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[/B] Robert, deceased
MOTHER Mary
SIBLING(S) one sister
OTHER countless breakups

HISTORY Athie grew up taking care of herself and her sister, while her mother worked three jobs so the family could stay together. She never liked the way her life had to go this way but she handled it as best as anyone would have. Her father passed away while she was still very small and ever since then it's been her job to look out for herself mainly, which she did, and still does.
Athie has never had a hugely close bond with her family but it was good enough for her and she never complained, no matter how much she wished she could hang out with friends on friday nights or go out on a date when she felt like it.
But she never had much of that. Any relationships she had were broken before they really ever got started.
One relationship did last though, for months, and even though she won't admit it, it hurt like hell when it fell apart.
she doesn't have an interesting past, nor would she ever share much of it to anyone but herself.
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PERSONALITY Athie is a straight forward type of person. She never has been one to "beat around the bush" and usually is good about telling people the facts. She doesn't open up fast to people, and in a sense might possibly seem cold, but she's not. Athie isn't quick to give in to trusting people quickly, and struggles to not shut herself away completely from others.[/center]

other personality key points

• + tough, a fighter through and through
  
• + observer
  
• + wonderer; always wondering "what if"
  
• + likes to do things on her own
  
• + deep thinker
  
• + she's a sneaky devil when the time calls for it. Knowing how to lie about just about anything.
  
• + poetic. poems of pasts echo through the paper she writes on
  

SAMPLE RP
Athie lay flat on her back gazing up at the peaked ceiling.
Her feet sticking straight out, along with her arms. She was laying across her bed, swarmed with boredom. For once she had a spare moment to be bored, and she hated it. 'How in the hell did people do this? there's bloody nothing to do.' She huffed, really not that mad, just irritated.
Remembering something, she turned over and leaned over the side of the bed and reached down underneath, pulling back up a worn leather book, tied with a white ribbon. Her journal.
She let the smallest of smiles creep to her lips and she pulled one side of the ribbon to let it open, and she turned to a clean page.
'Grass green as jade
I see only the thorns,
rocks and rubble that block me
trap me, I'm lost
behind the stone wall too high
a mountain to climb for greener grass
always on the other side'
Closing the book, she knotted it tight.



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Definitely Rouerie!

[auroraglass]

Name: Aurora Glass

Age: 16

Appearance: (Auro) for short is 5' 7" has very pale pink skin with Long dark cherry red hair worn in a plait down past his knees. he is very feminine and slender with big blue/ green eyes that change color and on occasion turn purple, but mostly look like a stormy sea. he looks young but tall and girlie.

History: Aurora was born in Ireland where his mother lived and his father met his mother a year earlier.

Aurora's mother was a Sidhee a Fae who traditionally eat men but she was different she wanted to have a baby and she grew fond of the man named Alric Glass and didn't want to eat him and after 2 years she fell in love with him.

Aurora's mother was named Bella Lynn and she came from the "Daoine Sidhe" the dark fae court but she was anything but dark she was beautiful and kind artistic and insightful but nothing could prepare her for the surprise and the disappearance of her husband.

One day Alric came to Bella and told her he was a wizard and that he was in danger because he was special and he couldn't keep them hidden forever he said he loved her and good bye then he went away with a pop she was horror struck she had an 8 year old child to take care of all by herself now and she had moved with him to a human area.

Bella Packed that night and in the morning she moved Aurora and herself to a cottage in the forests with her people not to hear from a wizard or human for quite a while till a note flew in with an owl saying "You have been permitted a position at Beauxbatons School of magic". with a list of required reading and items to be used at the school.

Personality: Aurora is kind, quiet but sociable, creative and kind of whimsical, happy but has an anxiety issue with people leaving him all alone, he also has a social stigma when it comes to men due to the fact that he grew up with many women who ate men and one who was hurt by a man but condemned killing them.

Sample RP: Aurora stood in line to be sorted listening to the other students. Talk about the importance of being in the "right" house and how any body who wants to do well better be in the "right" house which depending on the person had to be one of the three and everyone said something different was spinning through his head like a kaleidescope with the thoughts that he didn't know why he was here.

His mother had made him come because she had said that he was to have contact with his own kind and that it was not healthy to live with just the Sidhee women who loved him but were not the entire world.

Aurora held a Hawthorne seed his mother had given him and was to plant when he got here in one hand and a pendant made by his father for him before he left in the other. His mother had just told him that after his father disappeared she found the pendant under his pillow.

a door opened and a woman came out carrying a beautiful rich blue cloak and many of the students got hysterical at the sight of it while Aurora just hoped he didn't mess up and that afterwords he could eat and relax while planting the seed and writing a note to his mother.

What had he gotten into?

An interesting take on the Sidhe. We have a Sidhe Princess (Aerona, me) here, but the Sidhe version Im using is a little different, so you know.

Must be Cossu

[carolanne]

poppy cressida clemings

full name:

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age:[/i][/size][/color] ^seventeen

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[/color][/size]oppy cressida clemings story begins seventeen years ago, on a gray clouded day where the colors of the houses in provence, france had contrasted from the sky. It was probably the very early morning when poppy's mom was in the hospital so weak from giving birth. There was suddenly thunder to be heard out the window, and the sky got darker with heavy rain clouds, while the colors of everything else got more vibrant. Poppy's dad disappeared with a wad of cash, he just wasn't the person you'd think was right to be a father. He was there for the nine months while Poppy's mom was pregnant with her. But he wanted more, he wanted money, he wanted to be free from committing a mistake and getting Poppy's mom pregnant. So all he did was just hold Poppy, look at his mistaken fling, and walk away with cash from her. What was that all about? Poppy had no clue about it and since that day she never did.

O[/size]nly one thing made Poppy mad, and that was having saddness surround her. Her mother was a single mom and had to gain money from her own poetry and art that she sells online and off the streets. Whenever Poppy would want her mom to calm down and hang with her, her excuse would always be 'i'm working! why don't you get a job and see how much time you have for fun!?'. As a fifteen year old girl with magical abilities, Poppy had always wanted time to learn her magic. So she did just the opposite of what her mom wanted and went to have fun. And she would show up home late at night sometimes messed up from partying, her mom would yell at her and give a lecture that would last for an hour. That always would end with Poppy's mom saying, 'why don't you take it easy and help me out. i promise i'll be the happiest mother alive.' When this happened a second night, she gave Poppy a necklace with a symbol 'P&C', which stands for 'Poppy and Cressida' (with Cressida being her mom's name). Then she said that if you're doing anything bad behind my back by going out late, then talk to me, and I promise at the same time I'll listen.

Poppy did just as her mom said after a week since that lecture. She explained how she would always hook up with guys, smoke, and play pranks. Though also said that she was laying off the smoking but still hooked up with guys almost every night. Her mom was beyond displeased with Poppy's actions that her veins were burning up. 'You are a fairy Poppy. a gentle fairy with magic running through your veins. do you want to waste that?'. That was something that touched Poppy. She wanted to make a difference now, and looking around her house and at her poor bag-eyed, pale-faced, saddened and sorrowful expression had led Poppy to think of how she too was a part of her mom's stress.

Poppy was ready for change and so she got a job at an old tavern singing. And she would make people emotionally attached to her songs. Though Poppy didn't really feel as if she was doing something right. There was something missing. Poppy had always wanted to learn more about herself. Her mom rarely had time at all to tell her about her past and about Poppy's family history. Then one day Poppy came across burnt papers of her parents and fiancé (Poppy's biological dad). She realized that her bloodline was fairy and wizard.

Y[/color]es. Poppy finally figured out who she was and her history. Now all she needed was to learn more about it. So she pleaded her mom to let her go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.Though never once did her mom said yes or even said anything about the subject, Poppy didn’t know why. She thought that now they had a bunch of money that she would be able to learn about her magic at Beauxbatons. Was her mom scared? Protective? Not trusting Poppy? Or something else? And after a year of pleading, Poppy thought she was ready, but her mom thought different, and they started an argument. So secretly Poppy ran away at night to go off in her flying car to Beaxubatons leaving just a saddened, angry and persuasive note behind.[/ul]
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[/color][/size]oppy is really independent and loves the feeling of taking charge. She likes to explore and try new things things. A lot of times she could lead herself into trouble, because of her prankful nature that over powers her even if she would get mad. Aside from her saddened and confusing situations she had to go through when she was younger, you would always find Poppy a happy bundle of joy. And building relationships are very weird for Poppy because of how she likes friends who are like her, and can handle her adventerous personality. Don’t get me wrong, Poppy could sometimes want a friend to get away from the same stuff, and so she would branch out and be diversed in the friend circle. But that would only lead to Poppy saying ‘are you my friend or not, because you either like me or you don’t.’ That’s always what Poppy does when meeting a person for the first time and before getting attached to them. She wouldn’t ask them if they like her or not, because that would be rude. Poppy would just judge on actions and how the person is treating her. A lot of times you’d see her gain control and have her way all the time. Poppy has trust issues and that also goes for guys and who she likes or dates. Usually she is really fast with relationships, but has learned how guys could take advantage of you. But Poppy has yet to learn right from wrong in guys. A lot of times she could really be nice and considerate. Poppy is basically hard to figure out. And behind all that toughness Poppy could really be nice and considerate. She always takes responsibility of her actions and suffers the consequences whether it’s good or not. Even though Poppy rather would choose her friends who are like her, she does think of how sick she would get of herself. So really most of the time she would just go with the flow. Overall Poppy is just this fun-loving girl who likes to have fun, and be independent. The only thing that understands her is music, art and poetry. Those are basically her passions in life besides being vicious.[/ul]
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[/size]t was always the same everyday. Poppy's mom would paint 12 paintings, take them to Paris to be sold, come back and find Poppy not there and out partying. You wouldn't believe how worried and mad Poppy's mom was all the time, when she wouldn't see her at home and safe. That was exactly what happened today and it left Poppy's mom uncertain about things right now. She rubbed her forhead and massaged her face, just revealing the wrinkles and bagged eyes, of a half-dead mother. All she could do was just sit down on the sofa and slowly drone to sleep. But how could she sleep when she knows that Poppy is just wasting herself partying outside. "There needs to be changes", Poppy's mom thought, unable to speak another word after the jammed day she had.

T[/size]here was suddenly a doorbell ring and keys turning heard from the door. Poppy's mom weak as hell, slowly and cautiously lifted herself to a sitting position. It was Poppy with her cami top string down, her hair all frizzy and messed up, and carrying one bottle of butterbeer. "Poppy. Are you...drunk?" her mom asked carefully and too busy examining Poppy's appearance. There was a loud silence that would hurt anyone's ears. But no one had thought to break it. Poppy just stood there looking at herself and trying to clean her hair which was filled with drinks poured on it. It was a rough night, and she could understand that her mom was frightened to see how dreaded Poppy was. "No mom, I'm fine. My brain is working," she responded. Without another word, Poppy just walked slowly up the stairs, and all that was heard was a long and loud yawn. "Gosh!" said her mom in a loud whisper. She knew it was the right time to talk about this. Not only is working 24 hours a day giving her mom stress, but how Poppy's actions are making her even more worried.

At the dinner table they both sat in silence, with only the sounds of their chewing and drinking was heard. There was short but loud sigh from Poppy that made even herself startled. "OK I think it's time to talk about this situation," said Poppy's mom in a rusty voice. There was again a long silence with Poppy's face looking at her mom and at her food waiting for what she's going to say. Finally Poppy cleared her throat ready to hear what her mom was saying. Though she had a feeling that her actions and late night partying was going to be the topic. The only thing that her mom did was place a pure-golden, old-styled, French necklace that had the symbol "P&C" as the pendent. "This necklace belongs to my mom that she had passed down to me," Poppy's mom said waiting for any reactions. "I first recieved this when I really disappointed my mother. With this she also gave me a lecture, which I'm going to give to you too."

P[/size]oppy didn't know what to say, so she waited for the lecture which is possibly going to make her react, in the most unnecessary way. "Look deary. Your partying is...too much. Just please there's more important things to do in life. And you're sixteen going on seventeen - "

" - E[/size]xactly. So that should give me the ability to be independent," said Poppy cutting her mom's sentence. Poppy couldn't stand this and thought her mom was treating her like a baby, and not trusting her enough. There was then a dead silence, and Poppy decided to control her anger and be calm, thinking that maybe her mom would feel calm too. "I get that. You are a fairy Poppy. A gentle fairy with an incredible ability that can help you and the people surrounding you. You also have magic running through your veins. Do you want to waste that?" Her mom had finished her statement and ended with, "Why don't you take it easy and help me out. i promise i'll be the happiest mother alive."

Poppy didn't know what to say. She just sat there, her back against the chair, and bit her lip with a confused and sorry look. "Yeah. I guess I could change. I'm going to earn money singing at the tavern. Would that be alright?" Poppy decided with a faint and unsure smile. All her mom did was get up and place the necklace on Poppy. She then smiled. The widest smile that Poppy had seen in a while. She then knew that her mom's half-bit of stressed was released just because of what she said. But would it be that easy?[/color][/ul]
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I've had characters that used empathy before, and was even considering changing Aerona's history so that she was. Because of this I need to see what will hold Poppy back. Empathy is when you feel what another is feeling, but telempathy is when you can force someone to feel the same way. Remember that you need to get permission from someone else you will be godmodding. Still, what are her weaknesses when it comes to using this? Can she shield herself from the people around her, and if she cant that would surely play a role in her personality. Maybe I missed it in the history, and if I did please underline it, lol.

I FIXED EVERYTHING

[brady]

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Braden.



Last Name:[/size]

Walker.



Age:

Sixteen.



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As far as magic families in America goes; the Walkers were, or at least, thought themselves, the best of the best. And hell, maybe even the best of the best on the planet. Their blood is about as crystal clear as it could be, as not a living family member remained who had strayed away from strict pureblood only partners rules. Or at least they had enough galleon's to convince anyone of it. Which is why they lived in a small, but wealthy community of pureblood witches and wizards outside of Oklahoma City. The family had been part of this community since it's beginning, which dated back to the land run. The Walkers themselves had been well off since they could remember, and some of the latest family member's added to this fortune by being high personalities in the American Magical Government. Which, brings us to William Noah Walker.

William was brought up well, and grew to study in American magical academies, and easily climb the political ladder as he became a man. Of course, this was not all too fulfilling to him or his family, as he was an only son of three sisters, and there for was expected to carry on the family name by marrying. And although William was quite the gentleman, he always seemed to find himself far too busy to be with any woman, or man mind you, despite all of the ones who would literally pay to be with someone of the Walker name. That is until he and his family were on a vacation to Paris, France, where he met the hands down most beautiful witch he had ever laid eyes on: Amélie Venyse. She belonged to a pureblood family who dated back to the medieval times, and seemed to of been family friends with the Walkers just as long. Before they knew what had happened they were both back in Oklahoma, married and with a inhumanly gorgeous baby boy who they named Braden William.

Braden, or Brady as he began to prefer as he grew, had the life that most would dream of. On weekday's he could have young wizard lessons, and on weekends he would spend time with his parents, unless of course they were too busy, when he would instead play with the community children. He had found himself to be popular his entire life, and as he got older he began to wonder if that popularity had been bought for him, like his nannies and butlers and chefs and god knows what all else. Though he never thought much on this; either way he was lucky and happy. All his life his parents planned to send him to Beauxbaton's Academy, where all of his mother's family had gone, as it was simply one of the best magical school's in the world. Of course, his parent's had quite the trouble letting him go. Despite how bad they were at showing it, they loved their only [well, somewhat only- there had been horrible rumors of a daughter being born, a squib, but of course she was removed quite quickly, along with Brady's memories of her] child, and could not imagine him leaving. It was not only he turned sixteen years old, that they finally decided to send him off to France for school, realizing that if they waited much longer it would be too late.



Personality:

Aware: Of all things Brady is most obviously an aware boy. Sharp and attentive, he very seldom let's anything get past him. Which, is one big reason why his parents have used memory erasing charms on him numerous times. Although, it is extremely common that you will only ever notice this in him with his witty comments, or high marks in school.
Fickle: Ever since he was young and things like his nanny not picking up the right kind of candy at the store happened, Brady had been extremely temperamental. Of course it could be the opposite at times, too. With Braden you never know what to expect. One minute he is smiling and picking flowers, the next he is blowing things up around the house with his magic. His moodiness is often compared to that of a pregnant woman's.
Conceited: Much like his parents, Brady is an overwhelmingly conceited person. Not that he can be blamed, of course. It seemed to run in the family, not to mention, he often spent time alone in his childhood. Who else was he to look up to? Brady was always narcissistic, but when you looked as good as he did, who wouldn't be?
Extrovert: Although Brady is very careful about who he talks to, god forbid he befriends a muggleborn, he has never been shy. All through his life he has had large numbers of friends, and has always found it easy to make new ones, as well as simply talk to others. All the same, people often find it difficult to speak to him, as he can sometimes be overpowering.
Formal: Growing up with the family he did, and with the lifestyle, Brady had always been perfectly classy when the time comes. He has been taught to be charming and sophisticated. Almost debonair. Not that he can't let his hair down, he can, he just knows when to keep the ribbons in. Figuratively speaking, of course.
Musical: Ever since he was young Brady has loved music of all kinds, and his parents gave him lessons in numerous instruments, but he prefers the acoustic guitar and piano to all others. He also sings quite a bit.
Metrosexual?: Brady would never admit to being anything but perfectly heterosexual, and he loves to love women, but he has always been made fun of for being 'metrosexual'. Which he thinks is completely stupid. Just because he likes too look and do his best he has to be a part of some stupid stereotype, or whatever you want to call it. Stupid stupid stupid.
Fun: If Brady knows anything at all he knows how to have fun. Whatever this may consist of- perhaps sex, or buying things, or simply being with his friends, Brady's hyper and quirky attitude begs for non stop action.



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The Oklahoma humidity seeped under newly fifteen-year-old Braden Walker's lightly tanned skin, and he groaned, rolling over in his sheets. The mixture of his father's pale skin and his mother's olive was perfect for him, giving him that wonderful early summer glow all year long. He enjoyed this, as it went well with his honey and golden brown hair as well as his ocean colored eyes. He heard the sharp knocks on his door along with the voice of Tessa, the low class pureblood girl his parents had hired as his personal nanny. Of course, all knew that he was much too old for one, and she was most often used as a maid and was somewhat like a secretary. Of course, when bored, he often used her for other things as well, but that's an entirely different story.

She let herself in after a few minutes of Brady not responding. “It's the same story with you ever morning, isn't it?” Her voice trailed off as she began picking up dirty clothes from his floor, and throwing them into the small hamper bag she held. He peaked out from under his blankets and smiled brightly. “Always. And don't forget it, love. Morning to you, too, by the way.” He rolled out of his oversized bed and headed for the door, kissing her cheek lightly as he passed. ”And set me something decent out to wear, for when I get back. I can't wear a tee shirt and boxers all day, I'll look like a poor fool.” Brady usually hated what she picked out for him, but decided it was something to keep her busy, and out of his stuff. Merlin knows there was much to find in his room, that most definitely did not need to be found.

He took the steps two at a time, making it to the first floor of his family abnormally large home in just enough time to catch his father leaving. William said nothing- as usual, as his son passed and Brady did the same. He understood, there must be a lot on his father's mind. There always had been. His mother was the opposite; always wanted to talk, and talk, and talk. To be frank, he did not know which he preferred. Either way, he spent every weekday morning with his mother, as she did not have to leave for her job writing for Witch Weekly's American chapter. He sat at the end of the table, his father's seat, as their a.m. chef set a pile of fluffy chocolate chip pancakes in front of him.

“Braden, darling,” he sighed at his mother's voice, but looked up all the same, smiling. “You will never guess what I am about to tell you!” That is how most of her morning speeches started, and at this point in his life, he could guess. Some kind of gossip, either involving the communities wives or an article she was writing at work. He just nodded, stuffing pancake into his mouth, and trying to drown out her words. It wasn't until he heard Beauxbaton's come from her that he actually looked up. Ever since he was a boy he had wanted to go to the famous academy for the best wizards and witches. He'd looked through his mother's old photos a million times, and even read the school's history book. "Wait- what?" His mother chuckled, in not quite a girly, but motherly way set her fork down. “Your father and I want to send you to school now. He wanted to be here to tell you ...” Brady's mind immediately stopped, and the pancakes fell from his mouth, and he though he heard his mother yelling at him about how Beauxbaton's students did not act that way, but he was already sprinting back upstairs.


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must be Sournois

[tifa]

First Name:Tifa
Last Name: Tsuki
Age: 15
Appearance:

Tifa's hair merely reaches partway down her back. She wears at most times a skort with a black ribbon on each short leg instead of a regular skirt. She wears a sleeveless white shirt underneath a sleeveless black vest with a zipper, and when dueling wears leather gloves.

History: Tifa was born at 2:14 am on a Sunday morning with the stars twinkling above the hospital. The room in which her mother gave birth in was all white and a window near the bed looked out towards the rural town where a soft breeze would occasionally blow in. Tifa‘s father was sitting in a chair next to her mother holding her in her arms staring into the beautiful face of their new bundle of joy. Tifa slept silently as her mother would occasionally look over the bed to stare into her baby’s face and let out a sigh of relief that her pain was now over and she could help start the family she always wanted.

The next day Tifa‘s mother was released from the hospital, but was forewarned to get a lot of rest before taking on her role as a mother. Tifa‘s father took Tifa and her mom home where he tucked Tifa into the Hot Pink baby cradle they had bought about a month ago for Tifa. Her father and mother gently laid her down into the cradle and gave the baby a kiss on the forehead wishing the baby to sleep tight. Her parents then left the babies room turning on the baby monitor on there way out to there bed where they lay in the black satin covers looking up at the ceiling wondering how there life would change with the new baby before drifting off to sleep.

The next few years went smoothly Tifa was now 9 years old and was becoming a bright child. Tifa‘s mother had told her that they where getting a visit from a new person today Tifa was very happy and excited to meet someone knew. Tifa kept on asking her mom questions on who would be coming when and why, but her mother simply said ill tell you when they arrive. 10 hours later Tifa‘s mother was in serious pain, Tifa didn‘t know what to do so she called for her father. Tifa‘s father knew right away what they had to do so he buckled the family into the car putting in a suitcase or two filled with clothes and they drove off. They had arrived at a hospital and Tifa became very scared that her mother was about to die that she started to cry. When getting her mother into the emergency room Tifa‘s father came and told her to calm down and that nothing was wrong with her mom, Tif‘s eyes had dried up and a smile had reappeared before her face.

The next morning Tifa‘s father had awoken Tifa from her sleep in the hallway outside of the emergency room and took her inside. Tifa came running up to her mothers side and gave her a big hug. She then asked what was wrong with her and her mother replied that their new visitor had arrived. A nurse in white came into the room carrying a blanket and handed it to Tifa‘s mother. Tifa‘s mother then said welcome your new sister Shelke. Tifa‘s smile was now bigger than ever she had always wanted a sister and now she did. Just as they did with Tifa, Tifa‘s parents took Shelke home and put her in a new cradle where they kissed her forehead good-night and leaving the room with the baby monitor on. The only thing different this time was Tifa was so found to have her first sibling that she decided to grab a blanket from the closet and a pillow from her bed and went to sleep next to her new sister for he first night.

The years once again flew by and Tifa and her sister where happily playing in their back yard enjoying the wonderful sunshine. Tifa was now at the age of 14 and Shelke was now 6. Shelke was a bundle of energy while Tifa was calm and sedate. The sisters where complete opposites. Tifa then found a beautiful flower growing in her mom’s garden. Tifa gently sat down took hold of the steam and lightly picked the flower and put it into her hair. Shelke stared at her sister for two minutes then rushed to the garden and roughly pulled out a flower roots and all. Tifa couldn’t help but laugh she grabbed the flower Shelke plucked and removed all the unnecessary debris and put it into Shelke’s hair. Shelke then smiled at Tifa and said thanks.

Many months later Tifa’s parents got a divorce separating the children. Tifa was sent to live with her mom and Shelke was to live with her father. Tifa and Shelke where now very sad since they could not play anymore. Tifa then later on found Shelke’s address and they would constantly be found writing letters to each other. They where now sister pen palls they felt like they could never be separated again. Many years passed and Tifa’s mom died in a car wreak. Tifa was deeply depressed, but she decided to fight on and got a job as a pizza deliver girl for the local pizza place. Tifa would delivery to all kinds of houses in the city. She once had to deliver pizza to her sisters house where she rushed to get there as fast as she could so she could spend at least a minute with her, but when she got to the door and delivered the pizza her father slammed the door hard on her face. Tifa became very sad as her father’s parental attitude had gone down the drains and he did not love her. Tifa then promised herself she would never return to this house again.

Personality: Tifa is a serious person when it comes to being a witch, as it is her life’s dream when she was a child. Despite her serious and fatefully allegiance to being a witch Tifa is very calm when out and about town. She is an overall nice person to the villagers in her home, as she takes care of the children who also wishes to become wizards. Tifa is essentially a motherly figure to any young up in coming wizards.

Sample RP: Tifa was a gentle type so when she calmed down she panicked and became scared as she had never wanted to harm him, but her emotions seemed to have got the better of her. She had rushed over to help him to find he was close to death from the burns. Tifa who was normal the kind and gentle type couldn’t believe she had done this for about a full year she lived in fear of becoming angry again to where she secluded herself from most other people. Until her mother came to her side to calm her down she told her about her blood and how that was just something she inherited from her. Tifa’s tears seemed to have been leaving her face as her mother calmed her down and Tifa understood she had accepted her powers and hoped not to be able to use them to harm people again.

Tifa was very successful for a while until she right before she turned 10. She didn’t raise to the power of throwing, but did get to the dancing part. It was for another one of her friend’s birthday. She was invited under special circumstances, as they knew what had happened when she was younger. What caused Tifa to get angry was when her friend opened her gift she didn’t like it and chucked it into the trash. Tifa became a bit angry as the friend was acting very spoiled, so Tifa decided to dance and when doing so everyone in the room that was male become transfixed and stared with eyes wide under her control. What each kid did was different between the rest the birthday boy took all his presents and threw them into a shredder leaving them present less. Another took all his clothes off and went streaking through the neighborhood. Many others did different things, but sooner or later some of the parents broke them from her trance. Tifa scared some of the other kids and she somehow was shunned by the kids to were she lost a few friends.

Over the years Tifa learned to control her powers under the supervision of her mother who was full veela. Tifa learned that the best way to stop from getting angry is too think of other stuff happy things and that might just help her. It took Tifa a while to learn, but by the time she had entered Hogwarts she was able to control herself. Tifa also seemed to have another deep connection with her Veela blood when her wand she got had the core of Veela hair. This proved to be a great addition to her magical abilities as it helped her remember even though she was a witch she was still part veela and she had to keep her emotions in check.

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HARPER ELIZA DEVON

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you said you'd light a candle and you'd say a prayer for me

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name: harper eliza devon
nicknames: harp, ellie, liza [prounouced lie-za], dev
sex: female
age: 11
year: 1st
birthdate: january 21
house: none
blood type: mixed blood [pure & demon]
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oh, where did everything go wrong?

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hair: harper's hair is brown, but in some cases, it may appear to be red or brownish red.
eyes: harper's eyes are chocolate brown, the same with her sister's.
distinguishing features: none, actually. everything she has, her twin also has, so it's not distinguishing actually.
clothing style: comfortable and sometimes stylish.
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i was your anger, and you were my fear.

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likes: books, taking down notes, philosophy, studying, drawing, matching pieces of clothes together, finding something out, talking with her twin, playing her guitar, and singing.
dislikes: failing, getting teased at, being called unoriginal, being called twerp and getting a low average.
strengths: knowledge, books, writing, and cracking a code.
weaknesses: extreme sports.
mirror of erised: to develop something that will help both muggles and wizards.
fears: drowning.
boggart: ghosts.
dementor: none.
patronus: eagle ; finding out that she and her twin can go to Beauxbatons.
amortentia: sounds of a quill writing, the smell of new parchment, newly bought ink and roses.

relationship status: single
turn ons: knowledge and cuteness.
turn offs: fat, doesn't know the answer of a simple question

personality:
harpers personality is quite a roller coaster ride, so you better read carefully.

shy - not the whole way through, but you get the idea. Harper's shy on first meetings, and would usually revert her gaze to the floor of her surroundings, and she'd stutter over some of her words. It's a charming sight to see, and also very funny as her twin comments.

realistic - harper's a realistic girl, almost never retreating to daydreaming. She takes everything based on reality and she would only take some hooha with three logical proofs. She is that of a realist. .
She doesn't believes a rumour unless it's true. It has to have sufficient evidence for this girl to believe it and that's what makes her so stubborn.

bookworm - harper loves books. If given a whole day off, she'd rather spend her time reading rather than creating messes,. She's read over three hundred novels and she's still looking for some more. She also likes reading books in advance, though she sometimes reads the whole book for the fun of it. Whenever it's raining, you'd find Harper with a mug of hot choco and a book in her hands. She likes reading non-fiction but will also read fiction but she won't believe any of it.

poetic - harper's poetic, and she's already got a portfolio filled with all her poems. Some of them were placed in frames, but only if that particular poem has won a ribbon or a medal. By far, Harper has three poems who have made awards.

charming - harper's very charming, but only when she wants to be whenever she turns this charm on, she gets 30% chances more of getting what she wants. She already has 50% chances of getting what she wants. She usually pulls the sad puppy-dog look and pouts. Somehow people take pity on her and give her what she wants, most of the time. She uses this whenever she's desperate and it's a last resort for her. She usually tries to find solutions but if all fails, she does this.

smart - of all the traits she has, she's very proud of this one. She trusts her common sense completely and never lets anyone sway her knowledge-based decisions. She solves her problems through reading non-fiction books, and through biographies of other people, she can give good quality advice but only if she's in the mood.

sensitive - if you were to narrow down her personality, sensitive would be the right word. She can know someone's feelings just by looking at their eyes. She developed this when she was five and told her teacher Johnny, a boy, would cry later and she was right. Johnny cried five minutes after Harper made the small announcement. Her teacher was surprised so she consulted a psychiatrist, who told her Harper was sensitive. Sensitive to what? The teacher asked. Sensitive to other's feelings, was what the psychiatrist replied. How had Harper come to know this fact? Her teacher told her parents who had in turn told her. So, Harper found out about this. She was curious but otherwise acted positively. Other people would find out about this when she'd simply state what they're feeling.

clumsy - as an intelligent girl, you'd think that she'd avoid this kind of things but no. She has these moments still, She doesn't have them everyday. Maybe one out of 5. She has these whenever she's alone, and nervous. She's not perfect, you know.

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mother: jeniffer ramm-devon, 31, muggle interior designer, mother, pure-blood.
father: craig devon, 32, ministry of magic employee, father, demon-blood.
siblings: julie, 11, none, twin sister, mixed blood.
other important figures: n/a
ethnicity: english with slight spanish

birth place: england

overall history:

To begin with, Harper hasn't lived long like those who go here to Beauxbatons, but she has more experience than some, though she might have the same amount of experience as her peers. To start off, her history. It all started when Jennifer Ramm, a pure-blood with an incredible bloodline, and Craig Devon [changed it at the last minute], a demon who detests himself for what he is, met a King's Cross after their graduation which found the pair as festive and proud to have graduated as "Hogwartians", as Craig labeled it. Jeniffer, who'd been in Ravenclaw, had tread lightly around Craig, a rebellious Slytherin buck back then, but it was love at first sight for the both of them. It was just meant to be. Jeniffer, who's cousin was a seer, was told to prevent this from happening, and was nearly successful but it all happened after graduation. They became a couple soon, and their love truly changed Craig to become a generous guy. Dorothy, Jeniffer's mother, appreciated her child's determination to prevent love happening when they were sixth years, but it had to come later. Love can be delayed, in the Ramm family of course. After a year, the two got married to their extreme satisfaction.

The couple was delighted, but not too soon. Craig's demon was starting to mature and wanted to rule, to conquer, to destroy. If it weren't for Jeniffer's cousin's visions and Jeniffer's wits, Craig would've never exist, along with Harper and Julie. So, Craig's demon made itself known when Craig got irritated and his voice would sound way off. Too off for Jeniffer to become curios. Of course, as the demon was a part of Craig, the demon felt what Craig felt for Jeniffer even if he was the exact opposite of the man. He tried to keep her happy and content, but even if the feelings were there, he lost control once, when Jeniffer was pregnant with the twins' older sister, Aria. He lost control, and Jeniffer felt the most excruciating pain in her womb that her cousin hadn't seen. Aria was lost even before she was born. Craig and Jeniffer were wounded emotionally. Jeniffer kept mourning and grieving, but Craig had it worse. He fell into depression. They both had lost an angel.

But wait! That's not the end of the story. Jeniffer's cousin foresaw that she would become pregnant, to her delight. Craig's demon hadn't appeared since Aria's death and undecided abortion, which was long ago. Fourteen years, maybe. Jeniffer figured they were in the green, since Craig's demon was nowhere to be seen. Obviously ashamed with itself for hurting Jeniffer. Jeniffer did not distance herself from Craig. Instead, she did the opposite She tried to be closer to him more than ever, and after he found out that she was pregnant, he happily tightened his bond with his wife, and what he thought was an only child. However, they were both wrong. What Jeniffer was holding was twins, and my oh my! How they'd look alike when they would be born. The children had possibly gotten strength from their father, as soon as five months, they started moving and kicking and all that. The two children had kicked at the same time one time, and had broken five ribs in the process.

Craig began to fret. Surely, if he could create an abomination like this, who knows what monsters he could breed. He tried to break their marriage but failed. Jeniffer's cousin had seen it coming, and became angry. Gail, Jeniffer's cousin's name, planned for Jeniffer to go to Dorothy, Jeniffer's mother, for a while, but she was plotting to make Craig see sense. Craig showed up where he thought his wife was, in the bedroom. Of course, Gail was there, looking at where he would appear. He was shocked. At first, he thought he was in the wrong house. But then, Gail started berating him for trying to break her cousin's marriage and he felt guilty. Gail left him to ponder his thoughts, and turn himself around. Jeniffer knew by owl mail what happened, as Gail wrote immediately after it all. Then, Craig tried to kill himself in order to make Jeniffer abort the twins, but Jeniffer threatened to kill herself. That stopped him immediately.

The nine months were soon over, and the two children were born. The couple thought they were having only one child, but they were surprised when they had two. Julie came first, and five minutes after, Harper followed. The two looked the same. No birthmarks, no differences, nothing. They looked like copies of the other without mistakes. Yes, they were that the same. Their hold on their parents was strong, and the couple found themselves falling for the charm the twins held. It was soon found out that the two only acquired strength from their father, and nothing more. Craig was relieved. He didn't want the two girls to follow his childhood, a disastrous one. The twins also looked like their parents. If given the appropriate excuse, they could pass off as either parent's younger sister. Yes, with the hair and the eyes, they could pass off as younger siblings extremely.

Craig's mom, a muggle who knew about the wizarding world, owned several corporations, all of which produced millionsevery six months. They were rich, in muggle sense, and several expensive toys reached little Julie's and Harper's hands, only to be destroyed when the little tyks didn't get what they want right on time. Both their parents would calm the two of them down, but if paired wrongly, they couldn't do so. Harper liked it when her daddy talked to her, and Julie liked it when their mommy talked to her. The exact opposites.

Harper became more sensitive to the world around her at the tender age of two. Her eyes took in everything and she could already speak sentences correctly but only small sentences. The long ones she'd stutter over. Yes, it became known to the parents at five that Harper was the intelligent twin while Julie excelled in sports. Both of them encouraged the twins to pursue their talents, and both of the children did. The twins would always be found outside, playing with their dolls, or drawing underneath a tree. As soon as she was five, Harper would be always found outside playing with her expensive Barbie dolls. Her clothes were usually designers, Gucci, Prada.. you know what those are. She had several gowns too, along with her twin. Harper became a small fashionista, while Julie kept practicing sports. Even if they were alike, they were always different from the other.

The twins grew, with Harper being advanced than children her age. Harper plowed through kindergarten with high marks, and Julie with high sports marks. Harper earned several ribbons as she went, from spelling bees, to math contests, and she even made the decathlon team when she was in third grade! Julie excelled in every sport possible, and was soon the striker in the [whateveryouwantit] team in the thr\ird grade too. The twins were known as the Incredible Duo with all their achievements in elementary. They had been enrolled in an elite school in France, and the only students found inside were the rich kids. But the school had garnered admiring glances due to the twins with their amazing gifts.

Graduation came, and found Harper as the Valedictorian, and Julie the Athlete of the Year. The crowd clapped hard when the two came forward to receive their awards. They had trouble locating who was who, since the two were of the same height, the same weight, the same hair length, the same voice and accent, and the same poses. They could pass off as the other without any finding out. They were that similar. Just after Harper's valedictorian speech, two tiny owls flew from the windows, each had a letter tied to their lefts legs. One flew to Harper, who was halfway across the stage, and one flew to Julie, who was in the front row, along with her sister. The appearances scared the crowd, causing pandemonium to reign. All because of two small owls. All the parents but two screeched in fear, the graduates scuttled down the stage in a frantic manner, surprised and glad to skip the program and start chatting up their friends on what happened. The two owls dropped the letters into the twins' outstretched hands. The gym had grown silent after several hordes of parents, teachers and students alike went home in a hurry.

Harper moved first, turning the envelope over and over to observe it. The envelope was slightly pink, with faint traces of glitter in it. A huge B which had been stamped on it was found, along with two sticks facing each other and stars in between. The large grand gym prepped for a graduation that would never finish was empty except for four. Nobody paid to the heavily honored on the stage, puzzled and shocked. Harper's eyes were literally burning holes into it. None of the parents were there, all but two. They were standing erect, their mouths agape. None of them could make something out of the tiny owls who had dropped the letters into their daughter's hands. Of course, the school was in France, but they had been expecting that Hogwarts could give it to them first but they were wrong. Beauxbatons got the pitch first. They watched with bated breath as the twins slowly opened the envelopes.

Fat letters slid out, falling into the twins' ready hands. They fell with an audible thud on the girls' hands, and their fingers secured themselves around the parchment. After what seemed like five years, the two pried open the parchment open and read it out loud together.

Dear Julie/Harper Devon,

We are doubly please to inform you that you have been accepted into Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, a prestigious school found in France. Enclosed is a piece of parchment, listed are your requirements for this school year. Please send in an owl telling us of your attendance by next week.

Sincerely,
Aerona Allensworth
Beauxbatons Vice-Headmistress

Directly after reading, Harper's eyes looked up to where their parents were standing, frozen and speechless. Who ever thought of the twins in blue uniforms? A half minute later, Harper tore her intent gaze to those of her twin's and they communicated silently through their eyes. Then, Harper and Julie started reading the requirement list, which looked awfully little. Harper made quick calculations every now and then. It wasn't a problem, as their grandfather was born wealthy and that wealth just increased through the years, as their grandfather was the industrious type and didn't like wasting money. So their wizard money wealth equaled those of their muggle money, so it was okay as their father acquired the good ol' industrious trait. So they had more than enough money to buy their supplies.

Harper turned to their parents, as Julie continued reading the list. Their parents were just beginning to thaw and Harper asked them a little question. "Will we go?" Harper's voice was careful as she asked the question, and the sudden voice made Julie raise her head. Her twin's gaze flew to Harper's back, then fluttered to where their parents were standing, frozen. With a large smile, her mother nodded while her dad just closed his moutyh. Tilting her head to the left, Jullie frowned. "Dad?" She asked, standing up and taking a step forward. Her dad slowly nodded. Squealing with delight, the twins ran to each other, hugging the other while bouncing on the stage. For sure, their delight marked change.
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age: 13
experience: 2 years
other characters: audrey nicole whitman, lauren evette dubois, and this.

"How're you, Harper?"

"Fine, I guess." she replied shrugging, but keeping a firm grip on the railway. She didn't understand anything that was going on there. "Should I know what's happening here?" she asked, looking at Ren who was talking to her, at Joseph and another girl who had her head on the table.

"Hello, Harper. Back for another vist."

Harper just smiled, uncertain of what she would say. "Um...I think I'd better go back upstairs to..er...do something....I'll just go.." she said awkwardly, walking slowly up and she walked inside her room, closing her eyes for a moment and opened them once more. She looked down at herself, or what she called herself, and nearly screamed. She saw a huge paint slosh on her sweater! "OMG.." she said, panicking. As she paced around her room, she didn't realize she was biting her lip until she felt blood drip down her lip. She crossed her two fingers to possibly stop herself from shrieking. And she collapsed with a thump on her bed. She still could feel the blood, oozing down her chin.

"What is going on?" she said, scrambling from bed and looking outside, checking if someone was playing a cruel trick on them. As if remembering the wound, she drew her right hand across her lip and the blood which was trickling down was now lying on her arm. "Julie! Where are you?" She called, looking for her older twin. Where on earth could she be when Harper needed some serious talk? Everything going on that day was bad, and it would only get worse, she knew.

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JULIE ELIZABETH DEVON
DO YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE,

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I'D MAKE A DEAL WITH GOD,[/color]
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----»» YOUR NAME: Ellipsis
----»» AGE: Seventeen
----»» GENDER: Female
----»» OTHER CHARACTERS: Aurèlie-Abelle Bath
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COME ON BABY, COME ON DARLING,

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----»» FULL NAME: Julie Elizabeth Devon
----»» NICKNAMES: Julie
----»» AGE: Eleven
----»» GENDER: Female
----»» BLOOD: Mixed blood [pure & demon]
----»» SEXUALITY: Straight

OH COME ON ANGEL, COME ON,

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----»» LIKES: Sports in general, Charms, Jokes, Muggle rollercoasters, Peace, Talking with Harper, Peanut butter, Fruits
----»» DISLIKES: War, Books, Water, Vegatables, Falling
----»» BAD HABITS: Biting nails, Rolling eyes too often, Mixing homophones up often
----»» BOGGART: Death; it's something Julie knows is inevitable, but it still scares her
----»» PATRONUS: A white dove; to represent that Julie is a very peaceful person
----»» MIRROR OF ERISED: Headgirl; on occasion Julie sometimes feels intimidated by her sister's intelligence, and for her to be Headgirl would be a great acomplishment
----»» STRENGTHS: Running, Telling jokes, Being comforting, Sports in general, Charms, Care of Magical Creatures
----»» WEAKNESSES: Reading, Writing, Pronouncing words, Potions, Transfiguration
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UNAWARE, I'M TEARING YOU ASUNDER,

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----»» HAIR: Blonde
----»» EYES: Blue
----»» WEIGHT: 65 lbs.
----»» BODY TYPE: Still unknown; Julie's too young to have a definate body type, though she is muscular
----»» HEIGHT: 4'10"
----»» FEELINGS ON HER APPEARANCE: If you were to ask Julie what she thought of her apperance she would automatically say that she likes it. This is because Julie is comfortable with what she looks like, but then again she's fairly pretty, especially for someone who is only Eleven years old. Standing at 4'10" and weight in at 60 lbs., most of it being muscle for the sorts played at a younger age, Julie is fairly slim, though, like most people her age, she still had what some people would call "baby fat" which gives her a soft, round faced look to herself, which suits her perfectly and it mirrors her personality, well most of it at least. But deep down, Julie wouldn't mind a feature, such as a birthmark, that would set her apart from her sister who shares a similar face, other than the hair and eyes.

YOU DON'T WANT TO HURT ME,

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----»» NATIONALITY: English with slight Spanish
----»» BIRTHPLACE: England
----»» PARENTS: Jennifer Ramm-Devon and Craig Devon
----»» SIBLINGS: Harper Devon -- twin
----»» OTHER FAMILY: N/A
----»» PETS: N/A
----»» FULL HISTORY: The name Julie Elizabeth Devon is one soon followed or soon following the name Harper Eliza Devon, her twin. Of course, this is not where Julie's story starts; with her twin I mean. To start off, her history. It all started when Jennifer Ramm, a pure-blood with an incredible bloodline, and Craig Devon [changed it at the last minute], a demon who detests himself for what he is, met a King's Cross after their graduation which found the pair as festive and proud to have graduated as "Hogwartians", as Craig labeled it. Jeniffer, who'd been in Ravenclaw, had tread lightly around Craig, a rebellious Slytherin buck back then, but it was love at first sight for the both of them. It was just meant to be. Jeniffer, who's cousin was a seer, was told to prevent this from happening, and was nearly successful but it all happened after graduation. They became a couple soon, and their love truly changed Craig to become a generous guy. Dorothy, Jeniffer's mother, appreciated her child's determination to prevent love happening when they were sixth years, but it had to come later. Love can be delayed, in the Ramm family of course. After a year, the two got married to their extreme satisfaction.

The couple was delighted, but not too soon. Craig's demon was starting to mature and wanted to rule, to conquer, to destroy. If it weren't for Jeniffer's cousin's visions and Jeniffer's wits, Craig would've never exist, along with Harper and Julie. So, Craig's demon made itself known when Craig got irritated and his voice would sound way off. Too off for Jeniffer to become curios. Of course, as the demon was a part of Craig, the demon felt what Craig felt for Jeniffer even if he was the exact opposite of the man. He tried to keep her happy and content, but even if the feelings were there, he lost control once, when Jeniffer was pregnant with the twins' older sister, Aria. He lost control, and Jeniffer felt the most excruciating pain in her womb that her cousin hadn't seen. Aria was lost even before she was born. Craig and Jeniffer were wounded emotionally. Jeniffer kept mourning and grieving, but Craig had it worse. He fell into depression. They both had lost an angel.

But wait! That's not the end of the story. Jeniffer's cousin foresaw that she would become pregnant, to her delight. Craig's demon hadn't appeared since Aria's death and undecided abortion, which was long ago. Fourteen years, maybe. Jeniffer figured they were in the green, since Craig's demon was nowhere to be seen. Obviously ashamed with itself for hurting Jeniffer. Jeniffer did not distance herself from Craig. Instead, she did the opposite She tried to be closer to him more than ever, and after he found out that she was pregnant, he happily tightened his bond with his wife, and what he thought was an only child. However, they were both wrong. What Jeniffer was holding was twins, and my oh my! How they'd look alike when they would be born. The children had possibly gotten strength from their father, as soon as five months, they started moving and kicking and all that. The two children had kicked at the same time one time, and had broken five ribs in the process.

Craig began to fret. Surely, if he could create an abomination like this, who knows what monsters he could breed. He tried to break their marriage but failed. Jeniffer's cousin had seen it coming, and became angry. Gail, Jeniffer's cousin's name, planned for Jeniffer to go to Dorothy, Jeniffer's mother, for a while, but she was plotting to make Craig see sense. Craig showed up where he thought his wife was, in the bedroom. Of course, Gail was there, looking at where he would appear. He was shocked. At first, he thought he was in the wrong house. But then, Gail started berating him for trying to break her cousin's marriage and he felt guilty. Gail left him to ponder his thoughts, and turn himself around. Jeniffer knew by owl mail what happened, as Gail wrote immediately after it all. Then, Craig tried to kill himself in order to make Jeniffer abort the twins, but Jeniffer threatened to kill herself. That stopped him immediately.

The nine months were soon over, and the two children were born. The couple thought they were having only one child, but they were surprised when they had two. Julie came first, and five minutes after, Harper followed. The two looked the same. No birthmarks, no differences, nothing. They looked like copies of the other without mistakes. Yes, they were that the same. Their hold on their parents was strong, and the couple found themselves falling for the charm the twins held. It was soon found out that the two only acquired strength from their father, and nothing more. Craig was relieved. He didn't want the two girls to follow his childhood, a disastrous one. The twins also looked like their parents. If given the appropriate excuse, they could pass off as either parent's younger sister. Yes, with the hair and the eyes, they could pass off as younger siblings extremely.

Craig's mom, a muggle who knew about the wizarding world, owned several corporations, all of which produced millionsevery six months. They were rich, in muggle sense, and several expensive toys reached little Julie's and Harper's hands, only to be destroyed when the little tyks didn't get what they want right on time. Both their parents would calm the two of them down, but if paired wrongly, they couldn't do so. Harper liked it when her daddy talked to her, and Julie liked it when their mommy talked to her. The exact opposites.

Harper became more sensitive to the world around her at the tender age of two. Her eyes took in everything and she could already speak sentences correctly but only small sentences. The long ones she'd stutter over. Yes, it became known to the parents at five that Harper was the intelligent twin while Julie excelled in sports. Both of them encouraged the twins to pursue their talents, and both of the children did. The twins would always be found outside, playing with their dolls, or drawing underneath a tree. As soon as she was five, Harper would be always found outside playing with her expensive Barbie dolls. Her clothes were usually designers, Gucci, Prada.. you know what those are. She had several gowns too, along with her twin. Harper became a small fashionista, while Julie kept practicing sports. Even if they were alike, they were always different from the other.

The twins grew, with Harper being advanced than children her age. Harper plowed through kindergarten with high marks, and Julie with high sports marks. Harper earned several ribbons as she went, from spelling bees, to math contests, and she even made the decathlon team when she was in third grade! Julie excelled in every sport possible, and was soon the striker in the [whateveryouwantit] team in the thr\ird grade too. The twins were known as the Incredible Duo with all their achievements in elementary. They had been enrolled in an elite school in France, and the only students found inside were the rich kids. But the school had garnered admiring glances due to the twins with their amazing gifts.

Graduation came, and found Harper as the Valedictorian, and Julie the Athlete of the Year. The crowd clapped hard when the two came forward to receive their awards. They had trouble locating who was who, since the two were of the same height, the same weight, the same hair length, the same voice and accent, and the same poses. They could pass off as the other without any finding out. They were that similar. Just after Harper's valedictorian speech, two tiny owls flew from the windows, each had a letter tied to their lefts legs. One flew to Harper, who was halfway across the stage, and one flew to Julie, who was in the front row, along with her sister. The appearances scared the crowd, causing pandemonium to reign. All because of two small owls. All the parents but two screeched in fear, the graduates scuttled down the stage in a frantic manner, surprised and glad to skip the program and start chatting up their friends on what happened. The two owls dropped the letters into the twins' outstretched hands. The gym had grown silent after several hordes of parents, teachers and students alike went home in a hurry.

Harper moved first, turning the envelope over and over to observe it. The envelope was slightly pink, with faint traces of glitter in it. A huge B which had been stamped on it was found, along with two sticks facing each other and stars in between. The large grand gym prepped for a graduation that would never finish was empty except for four. Nobody paid to the heavily honored on the stage, puzzled and shocked. Harper's eyes were literally burning holes into it. None of the parents were there, all but two. They were standing erect, their mouths agape. None of them could make something out of the tiny owls who had dropped the letters into their daughter's hands. Of course, the school was in France, but they had been expecting that Hogwarts could give it to them first but they were wrong. Beauxbatons got the pitch first. They watched with bated breath as the twins slowly opened the envelopes.

Fat letters slid out, falling into the twins' ready hands. They fell with an audible thud on the girls' hands, and their fingers secured themselves around the parchment. After what seemed like five years, the two pried open the parchment open and read it out loud together.


Dear Julie/Harper Devon,


We are doubly please to inform you that you have been accepted into Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, a prestigious school found in France. Enclosed is a piece of parchment, listed are your requirements for this school year. Please send in an owl telling us of your attendance by next week.


Sincerely,
Aerona Allensworth
Beauxbatons Vice-Headmistress



Directly after reading, Harper's eyes looked up to where their parents were standing, frozen and speechless. Who ever thought of the twins in blue uniforms? A half minute later, Harper tore her intent gaze to those of her twin's and they communicated silently through their eyes. Then, Harper and Julie started reading the requirement list, which looked awfully little. Harper made quick calculations every now and then. It wasn't a problem, as their grandfather was born wealthy and that wealth just increased through the years, as their grandfather was the industrious type and didn't like wasting money. So their wizard money wealth equaled those of their muggle money, so it was okay as their father acquired the good ol' industrious trait. So they had more than enough money to buy their supplies.

Harper turned to their parents, as Julie continued reading the list. Their parents were just beginning to thaw and Harper asked them a little question. "Will we go?" Harper's voice was careful as she asked the question, and the sudden voice made Julie raise her head. Her twin's gaze flew to Harper's back, then fluttered to where their parents were standing, frozen. With a large smile, her mother nodded while her dad just closed his moutyh. Tilting her head to the left, Jullie frowned. "Dad?" She asked, standing up and taking a step forward. Her dad slowly nodded. Squealing with delight, the twins ran to each other, hugging the other while bouncing on the stage. For sure, their delight marked change.

BE RUNNING UP THAT ROAD,

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----»» okay, listen up! this application page was made by OPERATIC SKELETON , of CAUTION 2.0.

work in progress.

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If I am not mistaken this isn't complete. Once it's done please post it in the Term Thirteen sorting thread. Thanks.

[mckennanorman]

ignore this post aswell...

[zorzerezz]

ID TAG
…cuz I don‘t know who I am, cuz I don‘t know who you want me to be…

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Full Name: Ravyn Bellatrix Clarimonde
Nickname: Rae, Bella, Bells, Bell, Trix, Trixie
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Birthday: October 13
Bloodline: Pure-Blooded
Heritage: German

IN THE MIRROR
…cuz it hurts to see what‘s there, cuz it hurts to see what‘s missing…

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Hair: So dark it is nearly black, Rae's brown hair is silky. It hangs to her mid back on good days, when its not tangled, pinned up, or curly due to whatever reason. On bad days, which is nearly all the time, her hair tends to be pinned up with a crazy assortment of pin, scrunchies, and chopsticks. She tends to have a different hairstyle everyday, although after a couple of days she'll repeated a hairdo for the fun of it. Some days, Rae lets her hair do what it will, usual using only a bandana to keep it out of her eyes - her hair takes full advantage of the freedom, and, as if it were alive, tends to be all over the place, tangling and curling and making her look, in a word, crazy.
Eyes: Darker than her hair, her eyes are entirely black. It is impossible to tell where her pupils star and her irises end, although she has eye-whites like any normal person. Rae's eyes tend to be very unfocused, either off in dreamland or flitting from place to place, rarely resting on any one thing for more than a minute or two.
Face: Although Rae's face is heart-shaped, it is still a bit rounded from youth-like baby-fat. High cheekbones, full lips, and a turned-up button nose give her a sharp and somewhat mischievous appearance. Arched eyebrows frame her dark eyes, giving lies away and doubling for expressive performance.
Body: Rae is rather short, even for her age, and slim. Her skin is medium-tanned, but sensitive enough to burn easily under the sun. Wiry and inconspicuous muscles have found themselves to her arms and legs from working out and getting into fights.
Attire: In her wardrobe at home, one would find a variety of pants, mostly jeans, Capri's, and shorts, t-shirts, spaghetti-strap tank tops, sweatshirts, and sneakers and boots. Although Rae doesn't know much about fashion, she tends to end up looking cute and colorful. Her wardrobe tends to have every color of the rainbow in, even amongst her pants and sneakers. The only jewelry she owns in a silver chain necklace with a sapphire, diamond-shaped pendant on it, which she always wears. Hair-wear is a series of colorful bandannas and headbands, chopsticks, bobby pins, and scrunchies.
Scars/Piercings/Tattoos: crescent scar on upper left thigh from being bitten by a dog
Picture:

DEEP DOWN
…cuz my mind‘s a mirrored maze, cuz I can‘t find reality…

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Likes: - cats - rain - storms - candles - fire - chocolate - sparkly things - white lilies - Shakespearean plays - snow - being silly - wolves - dragons - Greek mythology - not making sense - philosophy - the idea of impossible -
Dislikes: - fish - hot weather - the beach - summer - roses - sugary things other than chocolate - fashion freaks - tennis - board/card games - rumors - the idea of "true love" - people that romanticize too much/romantics -
Fears: - pain - drowning - betrayal - insects - alien invasion of earth - being talked about badly -
Goals: - become a famous painter/artist - read all of Shakespeare's plays - eat one hundred bags of Gummy Bears without getting sick -
Secrets: - She doesn't know how to swim - hasn't had her first kiss yet -
Mirror of Erised: Rae standing with a few other people her age, laughing and talking together (aka the thing she wants most in the world is a few friends she can trust implicitly)
Patronus: Kangaroo; brought on be thinking of/pretending never to see the things she sees again
Boggart: an over-sized centipede with two heads

DIARY
…cuz you can‘t see the hurt that‘s there, cuz time can‘t heal a broken mind…

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Overall Personality:

No one word can describe Rae perfectly. Well, maybe crazy can, but don't rely on that as your first impression.

Half the time, she doesn't know up from down and left from right. Often, you'll have her off in another world entirely, not even listening to a word you say. It takes a couple of times of explaining before she'll understand something, but don't let that make you think she's stupid. She just learns better doing than hearing, watching, writing, or reading. Plus, when Rae learns something, she learns it forwards and backwards and in a few different languages - it basically sticks with her for a while.

Rae is very disheveled and unorganized. Her philosophy on a mess tends to be: "Clean is finding what you need, even if it means having your things all over the place. Messy is whichever organization method doesn't work for you." Thus, her bags, rooms, and closets tend to be a hell-hole - but she can find anything she's looking for within minutes, and there always manages to be some kind of way to walk on the floor without stepping on anything...

Rae is very serious about her personal bubble. She dislikes any physical contact whatsoever and sometimes responds violently to be touched. Violent displays tend to be punching someone in the stomach or kicking them where it really counts, and usually result form surprised or unexpected touching. Due to these sometimes violent responses, Rae lands in the principal's office more than her parents like. Also, Rae has no sexual experience whatsoever - she doesn't understand innuendos, obscene gestures, or sexual teasing. She does however, pride herself in being creative with curse words.

When it comes to school, she couldn't be more careless. Rae is a procrastinator, and she'll admit it openly without adding any plans towards halting this bad habit. Sometimes, it is questionable whether she realizes she even does this and that it is bad for her. Despite her procrastination, she has never actually failed a class - go figure... Rae dislikes studying, reading, writing, math and science. The only subjects that somewhat interest her are Divination (because of her "flashes" and the things shes sees), Defense Against the Dark Arts (to help protect her from eh things she sees), Mythology (simply because it interests her), and the Dark Arts (in a hope to understand those that plague her).

She is the type of person that will huddle in a corner with a sketchpad and pencil. Rae doesn't like people, especially strangers. She tends to shy away from crowds, and sit by herself in the common room. Her paintings range from dark, mysterious, and somewhat frightening to happy, bunny, la-la-land type things - although the happy, bunny, la-la-land types are one in a thousand and the dark, mysterious, and somewhat frightening are much more common. These dark images also lead to her outcast part - Rae's mind tends to be somewhat pessimistic, causing her to distrust people that try to befriend her and to question nearly everything she's told. Perhaps her reclusive nature is partially because the mental images from which she gets her creative inspiration.

Rae has "flashes" of pictures, or things, or sometimes people, that she shouldn't have. These flashes tend to be of scene or things she has never seen before, things that she finds impossible to describe except through her art. These flashes might be what caused her to become so slightly crazy. And what caused her to be delusional. Yeah, 'cuz Rae sees things that aren't there, things that nobody else can see. Are they dead? Sometimes. Do they actually exist somewhere else? Probably. The best summarizing description Rae likes to use is probably: "things that aren't here, but somewhere, and I can see through and past that distance." Which is probably true; for example, Rae had an imaginary friend named Holly Houston when she was 8, and three weeks after her parents found out, a girl named Holly Houston moved in next door to them - and she looked exactly like what Rae claimed her imaginary friend looked like.

Because of the things she sees, Rae is nearly perpetually frightened. To help calm her fears, her grandmother made her a rabbit-shaped doll, which she always carries around. She is very dependent on this doll, and never lets it out of her sight. She carries it in her arms from class to class and even sleeps with it. Parting from her doll causes Rae to seriously break down, as she believes that her doll, who happens to be named Angel, is the only one that can protect from the scary figments of her imagination.

Rae is a lot more sensitive than she lets on. On the outside, Rae is a defensive, crazy, and possibly even paranoid artist - on the inside, she's trying not to fall apart. Despite frequent therapist visits, be they magical or muggle - no one can understand the girl's fragile nature. After being insulted, she will probably melt away and go cry in private. She never lets anyone see her fall apart unless they are very close to her. However, Rae also knows how to protect herself: she can fight in various martial styles, has fused her abilities to create a creative, and somewhat new form of fighting. This fighting tends to be below the belt, with a lot of "dirty" shots: Rae believes that her size and age give her enough reason to fight dirty, and she thinks its fun.

Now, to the crazy part. Rae talks to herself. She doesn't always respond when people talk to her. She can be very oblivious - so much so that she might not notice a hand waving in front of her face and that she tends to walk into walls and doors. A close friend may discover that she feels certain people are plotting against her, that a lot of the bad things that happen to her are the cause of an enemy with or without a face. She tends to believe hat anyone whispering near her is talking about her, teasing her, making fun of her, spreading rumors about her. It's not that she thinks everything is about her, she is afraid of what IS about her. She dislikes the idea of being talked about, and tends to be reclusive to avoid it.

PAST PRETENSES
…cuz I won‘t say a word, cuz you don‘t want to know…

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Mother: Audrianna Casondrah Lummex-Clarimonde
Father: Joseph Markus Clarimonde
Siblings: n/a
Other Family: n/a

A BROKEN RECORD
…cuz it‘s blocked out, cuz memories fade…

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Overall History:

Audrianna Lummex and Joseph Clarimonde were a witch and a wizard that fell in love over a bagel with the thee nut-like spread. Crazy, huh? Well, thanks to the bagel, Rae's on the earth. What more is there to say?

How about the fact that the first word Rae said wasn't "Mama" or "Dada" like her parents expected, but "dragon"? This is how it happened: Rae was a latecomer when it came to nearly everything - crawling, walking, and talking. She was four years old when she uttered her first word - thanks to her herst flash. In the flash, she saw a dragon, so why shouldn't that be the first word she'd say? Well, due to the fact that the flash was probably magic induced, some sort of form of clairvoyance, her parents began showing her what magic could do.

In the next four years, Rae was exposed to all kinds of magic. Her parents showed her how to make things fly, how to set things on fire, how to create water or make a patronus. But due to her different learning style, Rae did not remember anything about any of these spells.

When she was 8 years old, Rae told her parents she had an imaginary friend. This imaginary friend was named Holly Houston, and could not be seen by either of her parents. Logically, her parents assumed Holly did not exist. But Rae insisted, upon hearing the news that they would soon have a new neighbor, on telling her parents exactly what Holly looked like - she could describe the girl down to the last detail. And their neighbor fit Rae's description perfectly. It was then that she first began seeing therapists and psychologists.

In the next few years, nothing much happened except for the ever exchanging psychologists, pathologists, and therapists. No one wizard or muggle could truly figure out what her problem was, why she saw things, or how to stop them. They had theories of course, but the magic-learning Rae managed to avoid taking any medicine she was prescribed.

She was enrolled in Beauxbatons not much later, and things took a small turn for the positive. Her magical grades were better than her muggle grades, and she had never really fit in with the muggles. Maybe she'd fit in with the magical...

RP SAMPLE
…cuz the stands are full, cuz the audience is waiting…

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Sample RP:

Don't look. Don't look. There isn't any reason to look. That's what they want you to do. They want you to look so you'll prove to those that whisper that you're afraid.

...Afraid of something that they think isn't there. But it is. They just can't see it.

Rae clutched Angel to her chest - had the nubby been real, she would have strangled it. But Angel wasn't real, and not even teh figments of ehr imagination could make her real. For some reason, that comforted Rae.

As kept moving, though, trying to ignore the blue pixie-like creatures that whizzed around her, making her hair stir in a nonexistent breeze. No one could see the pixies. Could they see her hair fluttering about? Don't look. Rae clutched Angel tighter, feeling her heart speed up, feeling her breath stop short in her throat. As if there was only half the space left, as if she was underwater and couldn't breathe. It didn't hurt, but...

Just keep moving. You're almost there...and they leave you alone when you're there...

Was her bag heavy? Rae couldn't tell anymore. Not that she cared at the moment - she just wanted o hurry through the chilly stone corridor so she could get to class. She wasn't late, she was early. But something about her teacher's presence got rid of nearly all the figments.

Figments isn't the right word. They're there. I know it. I can touch them. But no one else can.

Her cheeks red, she basically sprang over the threshold into the classroom. The room was entirely empty, the desks looking forlorn, the windows letting in the little morning sunlight in gray streaks. The board was blank, the teacher's desk empty. Rae's breath stopped altogether in her lungs, and she nearly fainted.

No teacher. Crap.

The blue pixies continued their merry whizzing around her head.

THE PUPPETMASTER
…cuz someone‘s there to pull the strings, cuz we can‘t have our way…

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Alias: Ella
Age: **CLASSIFIED INFORMATION**
Experience: 1 1/2 to 2 years
Other Characters: none
Notes: *embarrassed* I kinda went way over the top on this app ... oh, and the personality witnesses my superpowers of rambling... [/blockquote]

Must be Cossu

[unicorngirl2009]

First Name:Christina
Middle Name:Duponit
Last Name:Bessette
Heritage: Pure Blood
Nationality: French
Spoken Languages:French
Place of Birth:Paris, France
Age/Date of Birth: 6 Feb | 11 years old
Appearance:

History:
Personal History:

My mother and father both attended Beauxbaton Academy of Magic and were both of the House Sournois. They've raised me in their pure-blood ways and taught me that only pure-bloods should really learn magic. I was brought up in their vain lifestyle as they liked to have parties and often I would be left with a nanny to watch over me. In my early years I found quickly that if you want something you take it. That life is for the strong only not the weak. It may not always be pleasant but such is life and those not strong enough to fight get walked over.

From early age I was taught culture, proper etiquette, fine arts and was taught the violin which I still love. I got my fine taste in fashion from watching my mom always getting ready for some event and or party. I have always been intelligent and done good in school getting good grades. I have a weakness for acquiring vices specially when I am seeking attention from someone else. I found out early on in age that through bad behavior or doing things that were bad that I could get the attention I lacked from my parents.

In early grade school I was always pretty popular with other girls though I was always a follower and not a leader. I try hard to be nice when I can sometimes but a lot of times my true selfish nature comes out cause of my upbringing. I discovered in middle school that sometimes being the most popular isn't always the best thing. Since learning that I've been trying to change my habits and be more accepting of others who aren't as popular but alas i'm still young and
learning and have lots of bad habits.

I have two cats one named roxie and one named rocko right now I keep them at home. My family has a big estate just outside of Paris. I have no siblings and was therefore doted upon and spoiled by my parents. I"m used to getting what I want and having money, power, and wealth.

Parents:
Alisha Dupont Bessette July 2|1970 - 2009, Sournois
Henry Bessette 4|1972 - 2006, Sournois
Platernal Grandparents:
Sedric Bessette Jan 10|1949 60, Sournois
Rachel Gunther Bessette August 3|1950 59, Sournois
Maternal Grandparents:
George Bessette Aug 21|1948 61, Sournois
Leslie Abbot Dec 3|1951 58,Sournois
Zashterly Aunts and Uncles:
Daniel Zashterly November 14|1963 46, Slytherin
Samuel Zashterly Dec 1|39 years old, Sournois
Sarah Bessette Zashterly March 6|35 years old, Sournois
Zashterly Cousins:
Jessica Bessette Zashterly Feb 6|1998 11, Sournois
Richard Bessette Zashterly April 10|14 years old, Sournois
Jeffery Bessette Zashterly March 6|9 years old, Unsorted


Personality:

General Character Traits:
Christina is very perky and optimistic. She is loyal to those who are loyal to her and is for the most part very pleasant. She will lie if it serves her purposes or her friends purposes. She is vain and always concerned about her looks. Christina particularly enjoys thinking and allowing her mind to wander off into her own little fantasies. Christina is very smart and racist against those who are pure-blooded like she is.

Likes: Fashion, Clothing, Being Dressed Appropiatetly, Money, Shoes, Jewelry , Getting what she wants when she wants it, She enjoys reading, especially imaginative literature and books that get her to think deeper about things. Music is also a must have for her, and she has to listen to music before she goes to bed. She likes to go drinking and loves to dancing. She likes hard work and being physically active. All sorts of food. Good food. She loves to eat, really, and taste all the different tastes. Another would be magic since to her it's so cool! She loves the whole aspect of magic, loves how it can do simple tasks that you don't have to do anymore. And she will use it at any given moment, or whenever she can. Though, since she isn't just yet in school, she can't do this, but once she is, she will often try to find ways to be able to use her magic. And if she gets into a fight, she'd be the first to take out her wand!

Dislikes:Hypocrites are also on her blacklist because she hates people who are insincere, or pretending to be someone they're not. She hates when people think she is incapable of something and if ever someone does think that, she will try her very best to prove them absolutely wrong. Her least favorite animal is a Boggart because they always scare her and she does not like feeling little and vulnerable. When confronted by a Boggart it shows her completely alone in a bland grey room with no windows.

Habbits/Mannerisms:

Strengths: Christina is loyal and always stands up for her friends even if they have done something that they know is wrong without a good explanation of why they have done it. Christina will go along with most things her friends do, even if it will get her in trouble. Christina is very intelligent, although she may not know the answer to something she will surely find out, she is quite resourcefull and can make something out of nothing. She is rather brave as well, willing to try new and different things no matter how dangerous it might seem at first. She often displays traits of being stubborn but only when she completely believes that she is right. She is very imaginative but has been told that she thinks too much. Christina hates failure and gets stressed out easily if things don’t go the way she had hoped. Christina can never sit still, probably due to her nervousness. She always fiddles with her hair and/or seems to have a twitch in her leg. When she does talk she tends to talk quickly and loudly. She hums to herself a lot when she's thinking, bites her bottom lip when she's trying to concentrate and blushes when she's embarrassed or upset and not in control of her emotions. She is a very good and very fast runner, she can run long distances quite fast. Whenever Christina has something on her mind she likes to find an open space and just flat out run. Running is definitely Christina's favorite thing to do, second only to talking.

Weaknesses: She is a follower , she follows those who take control and would be the first one to join a clicque.Sometimes her feelings get in the way of her judgment and she ends up confused and vulnerable. Christina can be too trusting and this makes it easy for people to take advantage of her. She can be assertive when she needs to be and be commanding but usually she is the loyal follower. She can make decisions she may later regret because when angered she doesn't think before she acts.

Sample RP:
My father Henry Abbot was a loyal servant of The Ministry of Magic till he died tragically from attack by a Death Eater. My mother Alisha Abbot is a cousin of Hanna Abbot a Hufflepuffs. I"m blond haired, blue eyes, and i'm 5'6. I have two cats one named roxie and one named rocko right now I keep them at home since I haven't got permission to have any pets at Hogwarts. My family lives near Godric's Hollow in a nice medium sized house. I have no siblings and was therefore doted upon and spoiled by my parents. Today is the is Setember 1st the day I start school at Hogwarts School of Magic & Wizardry.

Christina and her mom now stood outside Platform nine and three-quarters at Kings Cross Station in London as it was Setember 1st and it was the scheduled time to go off to school at Hogwarts.

"Mommy how do I get there , I don't see a platform 9 and three-quarters."
"Just push your cart through that section of the wall there best to do it with a nice running start you will be fine and I will follow behind you.



Christina was so excited to start school at Hogwarts School Of Magic & Wizardry she had been asking her mom questions all about it the whole time on the car ride from are house near Godric's Hollow to King's Cross Station, London. Christina had wanted to use Apparation, its an Advanced spell used by fully trained witches and wizards to disappear from one place and appear almost instantly somewhere else. She had wanted to ask her mom to teach her how to Apparate, but she knew what her mom would say

"Apparation is not a spell for begining students, not even your dad God bless his sole did Apparations much he always prefered to take his bike when going to London, thats quite enough you can learn about it when you go Hogwarts School of Magic & Wizardry."

As Christina started to push her cart confidently through the spot at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters she remembered the stories her dad always told her about his first time going to Hogwarts. He had told her many stories when he would put her to sleep at night before he died, one such story was how there hadn't always been a Hogwarts Express that a long time ago one just used their broomsticks that was untill the Ministry of Magic made the International Statute of Secrecy of 1692 dealing with the concerns for secrecy and Muggle relations. She missed her dad, ever since he was killed by Death Eaters it had happened when she was only 8 years old. The Ministry of Magic didn't really give much information except to say that he served the Ministry of Magic faithfully and was a loyal servant. She had often asked her mom to tell her more about what her dad had been doing but she would refuse to talk about it and would go silent whenever she brought it up except to say

"God Bless his sole your father was such a great husband I wish he were still around".

She wondered how her cats Roxie and Rocko would get along while she was gone and made a note to herself to ask the school admin about having pets at school. Christina confidently with her head held up high again resumed pushing her cart through the spot at Platform 9 and Three Quarters thinking to herself here goes nothing.

Christina arrived on the other side of Platform 9 and Three Quarters and turned back to look behind her at the barrier revealing instead a wrought-iron archway with the words "platform nine and three-quearters,". She saw a sign annooucing that the Hogwarts Express was soon departing at Eleven o'clock, there was a distinct smell she counldnt' quite figure out what it was but she knew she had to hurry as it was 10:45 am. Steam from the scarlet engine floods the platform as cats wind their way around the wizards' legs and owls hoot to each other as hoardes of students and parents move around hurriedly.

"Well this is it mom i'm off to school please lookout for my cats while i'm gone."
"Please be safe and remember to make your father proud God Bless his soul, your father was such a great husband I wish he were still around."
"I will mom but I really must be going or i will be late."

Christina got her ticket out while her mother gave her luggage to the train attentant to load and she boarded the Hogwarts Express.

Your display name needs to have both your first name and last name. Also, I dunno if you should have the last name Abbot...since you say that one of her mother's cousins is Hanna[h]? Abbot, which is a character in the novels. Also, please explain her "visions" in more length, and what her weaknesses are due to them. Please add more to her history too. Remember that she is going to Beauxbatons, not Hogwarts.

Must be Rouerie

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Updated , I took out her mom dying and her father dying, there is no vision , i added a history , and fixed the display name

[teagan]

First Name:

Ashley "Ash" T.

Last Name:

Phelps

Age:

17

Appearance:

History:

Teagan Adrian is a girl from Britain - actually, she's from Newport on the Isle of White. She was born to two wonderful parents who only had two other daughters before her, making her the youngest. However, in her case she was the more beautiful one of the family. This isn't saying that she's the prettiest in the world, but in her village she was considered to be one of the prettiest, and yet less vain girls. She was born into a house of common wealth - meaning that she was well off, her two sisters went off to Beauxbatons before her and she was left alone for the greater part of her life - her father was almost always in London and she was almost always at home, alone seeing as her mother taught at the local school. Despite being wizards, the family was rather commonly known to be blood-traitors as some could call it. Eventually, her mother grew tired of Teagan's father going into London all the time and the family went to visit him (as a surprise) and found him in bed with another woman.

Since that point, Teagan's mother was slowly going crazy. She stopped talking, being joyful, stopped teaching and even stopped listening to the sorry excuses made by her two daughters that were there - the middle child, Yvette, was still at school and it was up to Teagan and Ryan to convince her otherwise. Teagan tried hard and took the time, but before she had the chance she was shipped off to a muggle boarding school just because her mother wanted to get rid of her. There she made countless friends for the next seven years. When she returned home for the summer holidays, she found her mother with a new love and life and finally, her mother decided to let her continue magic and went away to Beauxbatons for the first time in her life. She was so pleased and bought all her things immediately. So, here she is.

Personality:

Teagan is a warm, friendly person. She enjoys being alone, but wouldn't protest to company. She likes to write a lot - not poems or anything depressing, but she enjoys writing fiction, yet it's fiction about her life at Beauxbatons. She doesn't want to give away magic to the world, she just wants to open people's minds to the concepts of it. She's been working hard all summer and has about half the book written out already.

Teagan isn't someone you'd be jealous of - she's someone you'd admire and respect. Some of her friends had found it hard to be with her, but she welcomed them in any time and wouldn't try to change their minds if they had an idea or ambition. Teagan, however, has always been alone when it comes to love. She welcomes it and wishes for it to happen, but she doesn't want to force the hand of the goddess Aphrodite and Cupid at work. She's not spiritual, just so everyone's clear. She's funny, amusing and knows how to make someone smile. She's talented with a wand (especially at Charmwork) and suspects she'd be good in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Sample RP:

It rained. It poured. "I swear it's raining hipogriffs and owls!" Teagan yelled frustratedly as she ducked for cover under the large oak tree that stood over the lake. Students had carved messages into the wood, proclaiming love and friendship and awesomeness. Teagan liked to read them, hoping to see a fresh one. She had already written name into the tree underneath the lowest branch so it was modestly hidden. She was drenched to the bone, freezing to death and exhausted. She had taken two steps out onto the ground from the school and then it started to drizzle. She ignored it, knowing that sooner or later it was going to stop... but then the most ridiculous thing happened: BANG! RAIN. Buckets and buckets of rain. Liters and liters of rain. It was horrible. Within two seconds of realizing what had just happened, she was basically a walking sponge. While the other students, just as wet as she, ran for the cover of the school, she sighed and continued to walk toward the lake where she was headed in the first place. Rain wasn't going to put a damper on her day. She wanted to spend it by the lake enjoying the scenery, but obviously the weather wasn't behind her on that, now was it?

She sighed, running her fingers through her now wet and sticky hair. The humidity around here definitely wasn't helping improve her mood and she was also kind of bored of the weather changes around here. She got the fact that it was kind of cloudy most days, but when it was rain, it RAINED. HARD. She closed her eyes and stared into blackness not knowing where she was going. She felt her way around with her sneakers which squeaked against the grass despite the yell of rain hitting the ground in sploshes. Her feet squished through the muddy lawns and around beds of flowers. She avoided the enchanted forest not knowing what creatures loved the rain. Instead, she opened her eyes and continued onward toward the glistening surface, alight with movement and action from the water-on-water contact. She smiled despite the small icicles appearing on her arms and her peachy red cheeks that felt so frostbitten and cold she wasn't sure if she was going to need a remedy from the nurse or not.

And here we find Teagan in the present, staring at her carved name and hearts. Neat and elegant, giving off the impression of being written by a distinctive figure in the world. Or a girl with really neat writing. Neither were true of course, it was in fact, written by Teagan just a week ago when she arrived. She beamed at it and grabbed onto the branch. She grunted and yanked her wet, sagging body up over the ledge and onto the branch. She let her feet hang and smiled down at the grass. It was wet and shining, like fairies had sprinkled dust all around it. She glanced at the lake. Was it just her or was that the sun reflecting in it...? Teagan's heart stopped as she looked to the skies. It was in fact that sun peeking out from clouds. The grey sky was replaced by an aquamarine blue and the clouds were soon drifting away slowly, taking the rain and cold with it. Warm beams of light beat down on Teagan and she embraced them with bitter expectations. After all, she had just gotten drenched two minutes ago and now the sun was shining. She could have been dry if she had decided to go to the bathroom before leaving.

She grumbled in disgust before she heard approaching footsteps. Her expression didn't change when she saw who had turned the corner, even though ordinarily her face would have lit up a few hundred notches at the sight.

Love your choice of celeb. Must be Cossu

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[/size][/color]lum Saphara Heathen was born sixteen years ago in Reykjavík, Iceland. That was the day where her thrill ride to her tragic destiny would begin...

Athena Yale was just a single mother who gave birth to Plum and then got divorced with her first husband. They were both madly in love and so young. Both fairies but Birch, her ex-husband, being half pure-blood. But Athena and Birch Heathen always thought that their marriage was a mistake. And when Plum came along they knew that this marriage was going to be tough. Plum was a handlful and they both were always grumpy trying to take care of her and not earning enough money cause Birch won't work. Athena couldn't deal with Birch anymore, and that was why she got divorced with him when Plum was just twelve. Plum loved her father and always cared when both her parents faught day and night, sometimes for no reason at all. Now that their marriage is over, Plum couldn't sit without thinking if her mom would marry someone else.

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All throughout Plum's life, she was surrounded by fairies and their magic. She loved the fact of how sweet hearted, gifted, and angelic fairies were. Though her father would sometimes introduce her to some magic and wizarding spells. But Plum never had that much interest in that just because she thought she doesn't have any wizarding blood in her. But she was wrong. On her thirteenth birthday, Plum's wizarding magic had developed and surprised her in a big shock. Athena was so surprised and amazed that Plum finally developed her magic. Even though Plum was excited that she had her magic powers, she was still curious about her fairy powers. But Plum was in for another shocker...

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Everything was normal for Plum and her mom. Her mom was dating around, and Plum would just pretend to throw up. It always sickened Plum to see her mom just go out with anyone, and kiss anyone. Now Plum was fifteen and her wizarding powers got more intense and matured. But Plum's mom didn't allow her to even think about going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. That was just because it would cost them too much money to transfer and send Plum to France and even get her a house there. Though as much as Plum begged to go to Beauxbatons, the answer was always no. But there were other problems for Plum. She couldn't always worry about her mom or Beauxbatons, she had her own love problems. Zach Tompkins. He was the pretty boy, rocker, and player of the high-class muggle school that Plum attended in Iceland. They both used to hate each other but now they were both mature and their were new feelings. But Zach is someone who would take advantage of girls, and would use them for his own benefit. Plum knew that too well and knew that he wasn't a muggle for sure. But she didn't care, she loved him and she knew that he might like her back. Then one night, Plum was forced to go to a house party at Zach's mansion of a house. Usually she wouldn't go to these things cause she's scared that it would risk her life or cause some trouble. But Plum didn't care that much. She was too interested in Zach. Zach then invited Plum to his terrace in his bedroom, there he said the most thoughtful words Plum could ever think about. Then he striked. Zach kissed Plum intensely and carried her into his room. There, Plum was suddenly lost of her innocence. She doesn't know if she could trust anyone anymore.

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P[/color]lum couldn't believe what had happened. 'Was I raped? Or did I like...' Plum couldn't dare to finish that thought. Then came her sixteenth birthday. She finally got her fairy powers and was able to turn into a fairy. An actual small-sized, wand-waving-fairy. That was her only joy of that whole day. There was one shock that Plum would not forget ever, especially cause she had taken some emotive pictures of it. Plum's mom was getting married. She had met this guy and had been dating him for a month behind Plum's back. Going through enough stress, Plum couldn't even imagine or couldn't really care, to say the least. She knew that this day would come. At least he was a wizard and was rich, but that didn't matter too much to Plum. All that mattered was to just learn more about her powers from her wizarding and fairy sides. And surprisingly, Plum's new dad had offered money for her to go to Beauxbatons. That was a very nice thing, something that made Plum think that her new 'dad' would be a good choice after all. Though Plum would never forget that night with Zach or the fact that she doesn't know where her biological father is. Maybe her tragic destiny would be a thrill ride at Beauxbatons. But how can she forget anything.

throughout plum's life at home, she had taken photographs of every forgettable and non-forgettable moments. the moments where plum's parents would fight and the time where they got divorced. also her thirteenth birthday where she took a lot of pictures of her doing magic. don't forget when plum had developed her fairy powers and turned into an actual fairy. and the dreadful time where she made a mistake and had gone to zach's party. all these are memories that she would cherish for any matter.[/b][/i][/color][/font]
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[/color][/size] The music was echoing throughout the house and possibly throughout the neighborhood. This was what a house party was like. Plum would have never known. Usually you'd see Plum minding her own business when invitations to these parties are handed out. But for some reason Plum wanted to go, not just because her friends had forced her to, but because of him. Zach Tompkins.

The minute Plum walked into his mansion, she was amazed at the high-class and authentic detailment of the whole house structure. It was truly amazing. Though Plum thought about this party and that it could get out of hand. So a slight churn of her stomach was felt as Plum thought about the dangers of out of control house parties without guidance. "Don't worry Plum! Just have some fun for once," Stacey said as she grabbed Plum's arm and made her follow. They stood in the kitchen while Stacey grabbed some vanilla sundaes out of Zach's humungous fridge. "Um, thanks." was all Plum could say in response. But there was something that she was willing to do there, which was the only reason why she went to that party. Meet Zach and tell him about her true feelings.

There was then a scent that came to Plum's senses. It was the smell of the ocean breeze, so sweet and crisp. Plum stepped back without even looking or thinking, and suddenly felt something quite hard on the bottom of her foot. She swiftly turned around and covered her mouth with sincere shock. "Oh! I'm sorry Zach I didn't know you were behind me." Though she was wondering why she smelt that sweet and crisp fragrance. He had a wide charming smile that you would almost assume a small sparkle dazzled at the corner of his grin. He let out a short and humorous chuckle, not offended by Plum stepping on his feet. Plum laid back and relaxed her shoulders. "No, it's no big deal Plum," he then stopped and got lost in her eyes. There was silence between the two, nothing but the echoes of chatting guests and loud banging music bouncing throughout the house. "Anyways. I think the aurora borealis can be seen from my terrace. Want to come?" Plum was at lost for words. She just stood there looking into Zach's eyes, not even thinking straight, but having a plethora of questions, assumptions, and worries. "Um. yeah. sure," said Plum with a deep breath in the beginning. Though she did have her worries. Her assumptions of how Zach would take her. What would she do up there with him? Would they just talk? Talk about what?

That was all Plum could think about. She didn't know how Zach would react to her awkwardness and innocent behavior. He'd probably classify her as a dumb-blonde-hippie-chick. All these thoughts make Plum really clumsy. So as she climbed up the isolated iron stairs, she slipped a little, but was caught by the buff hands of Zach. "Thank you," Plum belted out. In response Zach just smiled and continued to hold Plum's hand. She unsure of things at first. She was unsure of how Zach would react when they start to talk about their relationship when they were younger. She looked at him and took a chance, "Remember when we were younger? How we hated each other. I can see now that you don't hate me," she said cautiously looking down at their hands clicked together. He smiled and did that humorous chuckle again. But they then stopped in his bedroom and he let go of Plum's hand. "Yeah I remember. And no. I definitely don't feel that way now. Let's go," Zach responded.

The aurora borealis was swimming throughout the sky full of colors springing in each direction. It was like the sky was our ocean and the houses had reflected their colors. "I know we had our ups and downs but I think we're meant to be," Zach said not caring how Plum would react. He touch Plum's arms gently with his fingertips, and slowly dragged his hand down and held Plum's sweaty hands. Leaning closer, he gently touched his lips to Plum's, and they slowly drew closer to each other. He started to kiss Plum intensly. All Plum could think of was nothing. She didn't know what to say. Zach suddenly let go and carried Plum across his arms and into his room. That was the end of that romantic kiss. That one kiss that led to an unexpected tragedy in a bedroom.

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Plum is an awesome name! Must be Rouerie!