Sorting (Term Twelve)

[THURSTON alcott]

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First Name: Alcott Alexander
Last Name: Thurston Cliff
Age: 16 years old

Appearance: He's a thin athletic boy with short blonde hair. He's tall and he is used to wear shirts and jeans, he doesn't like too much the polo, but he's fine wearing a t-shirt from time to time, with his typical black vans. He looks just like a normal sixteen years old guy.

History: Alcott Alexander Thurston Cliff was born on April 24 in 1993, in a common hospital in United Kingdom, when the sky was numbed, that's why his parents like that weather. He lived like a normal kid, attending school properly and doing everything he would have to do, being a normal child.

When Alcott was eight years old, his parents told him everything about the wizards community and the magic that his family had been carrying from so long. So when he was eleven, he would be aware of Hogwarts where he was eager to study in, but something happened 2 years later. While he was visiting an uncle in the South, he found a girl that was really beautiful with long waved blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and a charming smile. She was Bella, a sweet girl from France who had gone there for vacations. They went together to the park and she took her cards with her to taught him everything she knew about it. From that day on, Alcott loves gambling and he's become an expert on it.

Before she was leaving, she told him about Beauxbatons and how excited she was of studying there in a couple of years. She was a year younger than Alcott. So they promised to see each other on Beauxbatons, and that's the reason why he's attending the school.

Personality: He's a smiling person who likes gambling as the most entertaining thing ever. He always carries his cards with him and likes to make some tricks with them, without using magic. He loves magic, but he refuses to use it in gambling, he likes a normal poker play or any other game that can be played with his deck. He's clever and he can make any spell easily, because he is a visual person, just by seeing something, he can do it exactly the same way. He's a gifted person.

When he's bothered he can get angry, but he refuses to hit people. He likes to be alone and to be close to the nature, specially to water. He's an expert swimmer, so he loves swimming. Drawing is other one of his gifts, he can draw anything you ask him, that's why he's usually laid on the grass with his black notebook.

If you want to win his heart, all you have to do is baking a dessert that has chocolate as the principal ingredient. He loves chocolate like anything else, even more than poker. So he's always eating a little one.

Sample RP: The long red curtains open slowly as the golden rope is pulled from the other side of the cluttered floor and the sunrays fill the room, little by little.

A pair of footsteps hit the floor softly one followed by other when a fit guy steps upwards, standing up from the border of his bed, trying to open his eyes.

"Hmp... so it's morning again..." he says to himself with a glimpse of deception as he walks towards the huge window and tries to see through the dirty old glass, half-closing his eyes because of the shinning light - he likes sleeping -. He takes off his clothes to change them for something more proper to walk around the campus. Wearing a white shirt with old jeans, not worrying about his aspect he closes the door behind him, introducing himself into the common room.

Some minutes later, he is walking across the backyard, directly to the lake, the place where he uses to spend his time, taking his notebook on his hand to open it carefully as he reaches the shades from an old thick roble, disposing himself to sit underneath the tree, looking to the clear sparkling surface of the water.

"Should I draw the nature this time?... I've been drawing girls when they are distracted..." he giggles because of a personal joke, changing the pages as drawings of girls eating, just walking or only seated, appears on them, taking a pencil within his right hand, passing it over the blank page, making some irregular lines that slowly turn into a rock in the middle of the lake, like if it was a photograph, with every detail perfectly covered.

He sighs as he continues drawing, feeling the fresh breeze caressing his hair and his pale skin, making him closing his eyes a little because of it. Enjoying himself there, holding his deck on the other hand.

"I need inspiration..." he grins and grabs a little box from his pants to take a brown pill from the inside, tasting its flavor as he throws it directly to his mouth. "Gosh... How I love Chocolate..." he adds smiling widely.

Hmmm, his kinda seems like Sournois, but also Rouerie is in there. So I am thinking Rouerie.

[audreyswift]

First Name: Audrey

Last Name: Swift

Age: 16

Blood Type: Fairy-blood (though she is unaware of this. As far as she knows she's Muggle-born. Her mother told her that she would tell Audrey about her lineage when she was older.)

Appearance: Clickie here!
Audrey has auburn hair and bright blue eyes. She was very short for her age, only 4'3". Her ears are slightly pointed. She is also very pale.

History: When Audrey was born, her father had abandoned her mother. Although Audrey had asked why this had happened many times, her mother had never given her an answer and always became very sad when Audrey's father was mentioned. All she would say was that Audrey reminded her of him a lot. Things were hard in their small apartment for a long time. When Audrey was about six however, they discovered her magic and she had to perform small tricks on street corners for money. Audrey had to take care of her mother a lot, she was a very frail woman and was sick a lot. This left Audrey to do the housework and to earn money for food. When Audrey got accepted into Beauxbatons she was thrilled, but worried about leaving her mother. Audrey never really had the childhood she wanted, and is very mature for her age. It was difficult for her to make the decision to go to Beauxbatons, but after her mother told her not to give up the opportunity, she decided to go.

Personality: Due to her circumstances growing up, Audrey is very mature and often acts like an adult. She desperately wants to get back her lost childhood though and tries to act her age. The one thing that really gets Audrey to act her age is sugar. She's always had a weakness for sweets, but she and her mother couldn't often afford to buy them. Sweets cause Audrey to become extremely hyper.
Audrey is very kind, and is always trying to help others. She's very straightforward with her advise though, and it can be quite rude sometimes.
Audrey is very very emotional. She gets upset very easily and will cry a lot. She can't help it and finds it very embarrassing. When she gets upset she will trip over things or knock things down a lot. She also does this when she's distracted.
Audrey is very into reading. It's her favourite thing in the world. She mostly likes fantasy books, but every once in a while pick up a historical fiction book. Especially if it's about the Titanic. She's very into the Titanic. She always has been and doesn't really know why.
She also enjoys singing and will often make up songs saying what she's doing at that moment. She really likes to sing songs that are in Latin. She loves going to her Latin class at school and will often use Latin words and phrases in normal everyday speech.

Sample RP:
Audrey walked down hallway at school, trying to ignore the whispers and calls that followed her.
"Look - there goes that freak Audrey. Hey freak! How about doing some magic tricks for us?" The boys laughed as they walked away, knocking her books out of her arms as they walked past.
Audrey sighed to herself and picked up her books. She was clenching her teeth together as she tried to hold in the energy building up inside of her. I mustn't lose control here, she thought to herself. I don't want to get Mother upset again. And I can't switch schools....again.
This was the third school she had been to in as many weeks. It was her first day, and already she was being bullied! Her reputation had followed her from the last two schools. How much longer was she supposed to deal with this? How much longer could she deal with this? And the biggest question of all - Why could she do the things she does?
It had all started when she was much younger, in kindergarten. There had been a boy who was always knocking down her block castles and one day, the boy found himself on top of the highest cabinets in the class. When the boy was asked how he had gotten up there, all he said over and over was, "Audrey did it!"
When she was a bit older, she had been walking home from school and animals were following her. All sorts of animals: dogs, cats, mice, birds - and some of the other kids walking caught sight of this and began to call her a witch.
At first the title had bothered her. But soon she learned not to fear the power she had and slowly gained control over her magic. She could pull pranks on the kids who had bullied her.
She locked them in their lockers without even touching them, and threw food at them in the cafeteria at school.
But as soon as her mother heard of what she was doing at school, even though no one was actually able to proove it was her, her mother knew it was. She made Audrey swear not to use her magic unless it was absolutely necessary, like it had been when she was younger. It had been years since Audrey had used her magic against others, and she knew that no matter how much the kids at this new school pushed her, she mustn't hurt them.

I slighty see Rouerie, but mostly Cossu. So it must be Cossu.

[xxdarowxx]

First Name: Louise
Last Name: Black
Age: 14
Appearance: There isn't anything terribly special about her; she has soft brown hair that can take on different tints during the seasons such as coppery to more golden, dark brown eyes, and long fingers, which used to be heavily ornamented with rings; ever since she began to show signs of her lycanthropy, she breaks out whenever her skin comes in prolonged contact with metal, including jewelry. Her complexion is like most other teenagers, not the most smooth with its blemishes here and there, but otherwise fairly nice on its slightly tanned tone. Style wise, she usually wears tank tops and jeans in darker shades, due to her darker sense of humor, but in the winter she tends to layer tighter shirts underneath the tanktops, hugging her figure. In her opinion, her forehead is too big, so she has bangs to cover some of it up; they are swept to her left side, and because of the fact that she rarely gets haircuts, they're usually very long. Her eyes are large and watery, irises a deep-brown, almost black color; the closer it gets to the full moon, the lighter they get, going from black to brown, to dried-blood brown, to red. Her hair can be frizzy, or lie down perfectly flat, or wave just the way she wants it too-- It works on its own schedule. Her nose has the tiniest hook on it, but one wouldn't notice unless they looked at her in a direct profile view; her lips are rich and full, about the color of strawberry icecream. Her chin swoops down in a line that, during her more vain moments, she sometimes finds herself admiring. She has long eyelashes usually adorned with mascara and highlighted by lots of black eyeliner; her eyebrows are thick and have to be plucked often, much to her dismay. In terms of the rest of her body, she has very agile fingers with round fingernails. Since she's vegetarian and anemic, they have lots of flecks of white. She has small wrists and ankles, and scrawny legs, which she hates. Her chest is very bony with prominent ribs, and she's just now starting to get breasts. Over all, Louise is pretty much your awkward teen-- Bony in all the wrong places with half-developed curves and bruises all over the place from running into things.
Somebody help me tame this animal!
Miscellaneous Images:
Lycanthrope Cross
Lycanthrope Full Form
Pictures of the Asylum.. [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]
History: It started before Louise was born. She couldn't help it-- She knows that, but she doesn't believe it. Louise was an unwanted child. A memory that would best be left forgotten. However, she couldn't be forgotten. She and her mother lived in the same house, and so every day up until Louise turned fourteen, Louise's mother had to look her in the eye and go about daily activities on Louise's behalf. What was the memory? Louise didn't know there even was one, and just figured that her mother didn't like her because of the extra mouth to feed. It wasn't great for self confidence, but maybe better than the truth. All of those fourteen years ago, Louise's mother had come under assault in a dark alley way on her way to her parked car. Nine months later, there was a baby without a father. Deep down, her mother knows that she shouldn't take it out on her daughter, but frankly it's too hard having to relive the memory every night on behalf of a teenage girl that shouldn't even be there. This was the way Louise's life went.
Well, that's how it appeared to go anyway, to her mother at least. When Louise was ten, things started to happen. Actually, I suppose it's better to start even farther back. Ever since she was young, Louise had been classified as hyper sensitive, but that was just because she picked up on things that others didn't; if they had known the true extent to which she heard and smelled these things, perhaps it wouldn't have been passed off as just “hyper sensitivity.” The young Louise herself thought that everyone could do the same things: Being able to tell someone how many different people were in the building by how many different smells there were; being able to say exactly what someone had eaten for lunch; being able to tell how many basketballs were being dribbled in the gym all the way from the cafeteria; what the teachers said in their workroom over the coffee machine about their insurance plans-- Common knowledge, she thought. It would take quite a while for her to figure out that not everybody could do it, but the full realization of the fact did not come until years later-- When she hit ten, to be precise. It started on the week of April 22nd. She can still recite those first three dates of the full moon that year. Three nights that showed her hell. That was when she'd first Changed. There were even more little hints that she'd ignored in the week before it: Itching all over her body, especially on her face, hands, and feet; shaving once a day not being enough; her hair having grown an inch in only a few days; her nails getting so hard, she couldn't cut them. Then it happened. It was night, the middle of the night, but the moon was so bright, she couldn't sleep. The itching had gotten progressively worse through out the night, but the moment the moon finally rose just enough to project it's beams through Louise's window, it became unbearable. It was agony, agony how she writhed on the sheets and screamed and cried, agony how she raked her nails across her skin leaving blood trails in an attempt to quell the feel, agony when it finally stopped. For indeed, when it had stopped, she found herself a monster. She found herself almost two and a half feet taller than she had been during the day, and in every movement, she could feel the rippling muscles. Looking down, she found that her clothes had fallen shredded on the floor, and in place of them was fur. She screamed- No, she howled, which only prolonged the action. Her hands were large and furry, not having fingers but pads and large, talon-like claws. Her feet were much the same, and she found moving about an entirely different motion. She fled, she ran, she tried to escape, but it is terribly hard to get away from oneself, and Louise found the task impossible. The more she ran, the more she changed, until she found herself on all fours, in an even more hideous form than before as a warped and mutated wolf.
Morning came, and she found herself a bloodied mess, naked and far from home. Creeping back and hiding behind bushes, she made her way back. Her mother had slept through it all. Louise did the best she could, cleaning up the bloodied mud-tracks she'd left throughout the house before her mother got up, then taking a long, scalding hot shower, trying to wash away what had happened, crying as she washed the blood run down the shower drain. It happened again for two nights after that, and in one of those nightly torments, she killed someone. She was hungry- That was all she knew. She didn't remember who the person was, or how she'd come to attack them, but she'd done it. Murderer, murderer.
The next month when it happened, she once again tried to run from herself, but failed. Another life. This time, she knew that she had to do something about herself-- She was a murderer, she was insane; she had to go to prison. Prison? No. An asylum, more like. That was when the idea struck her. There was a monument downtown-- A building that the historical society had preserved from the eighties. An asylum. Thus, in every month after that, she'd make an excuse to her mother about studying with a friend, sleeping over, or some such thing, and Louise would lock herself inside for the three nights. She was miserable, yes-- The place was dark, dank and filled with mold, blood, and urine all from its days as a functioning facility, but it held her. It was during these nights that other strange things would begin to happen. Lights would appear, objects would float, furniture would be thrust back without the slightest provocation... And every time, it would get worse and worse. Just a fraction worse, every month. It was when she turned fourteen that the unthinkable happened-- She broke out on one of the nights she had to stay there. The bricks simply flew out of the wall, shattering windows as a parade of lights floated out, looking like wisps. She killed again. Later that month, she received a letter to Beauxbaton's. Her mother, who had started drinking, signed off without even looking at it, and thus Louise left New York without anything to look back at besides a destroyed asylum. Now, entering her first year at Beauxbaton's, her only whisper of hope is that they can help her. Help-- That's what she needs. That, and possibly to find out who her father was: The only person she can go to for answers now.
Personality: Louise, as one might image from her history, is rather... Insecure. However, having had to live in the daylight world with sane people her age, she has a rather normal side as well. She's the girl at school who doesn't care what much of anyone else thinks. She laughs too loud, dresses the way she wants, sits by herself at lunch, and says exactly what's on her mind. This, of course, changed when she found out about her lycanthropic nature. After that, she became more and more insecure, and people came to the conclusion that she'd lost a relative or something, and she faded into the background as the real emo kid. Timidity would be an understatement; she jumps every time someone talks to her, and shudders at the slightest touch. She cries much more easily, and hardly laughs anymore. However, despite all of this, that happy-go-luck girl is still lurking right beneath the surface, just waiting to be pushed out again, and that's exactly what she secretly hopes Beauxbaton's will do.
Likes:
~Music;; Alternative, classic rock, techno, a little bit of everything
~Anime;; Ichigo Mashimaro, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Serial Experiments Lain
~Manga;; Naruto, Bleach, Card Captor Sakura, Petshop of Horrors
~Writing;; Journaling, fantasy, alternate realities, fictional autobiographies
~Drawing;; People, plants, trees, birds, angels; done in charcoal, pencils, &c.
~Reading;; Science journals, fiction, fantasy, science fiction, victorian era, steam punk
~Speed;; Horseback riding, cars
~Script;; Calligraphy, cursive, Asian characters
~Languages;; English, French, Japanese, Latin
~Science;; Genetics, molecular biology, chemistry, Chaos theory
Dislikes:
~Preps
~Those with no sense of self
~Pushy religious people
~Homophobes
~Pop, Rap
~Loud noises
~Writing in print
~Deliriously optimistic people
The Many Faces of Louise
Because I'm Oh-So-Regular in Your Eyes
And Yes, I Do
Dance Around in my Underwear, Singing into a Hairbrush
But Sometimes Smiles Don't Say Everything
And There are Things Beneath the Surface
Although It Hurts to Hide Them, We All Have to make Sacrifices
Help Whoever Said I Cared? No one Will Ever Change This Animal I Have Become
Sample RP: The slim brunette crept into the shop as if she were afriad that if she made a sound or put her foot in the wrong place, the entire place would explode. They'd told her that if she wanted to get started, she'd need a wand. Yes, those lights and the things moving around-- That's magic. She'd said that in that case, she didn't like magic very much, but they'd just laughed and said she'd be able to control it once she got a wand. Thus, here she was, looking as if she were breaking & entering Enchanted Wands. Louise looked as if she'd been electrocuted when the shop keeper spoke to her, asking in a perfectly friendly tone if she could help her.
Louise wrung her hands nervously, the thin, white appendages getting white by the second as her knucklely fingers twisted around each other. It took her a moment to find her voice. “A... A wand. I think I need one,” she said, her voice hoarse and whisper-like. The shop keeper happily guided her over to a room stocked to the ceiling with wands in boxes. The woman seemed to need positively no encouragement to make a perfectly decent one-sided conversation as she pulled out dozens and dozens of boxes, seemingly with no rhyme of rhythm. At last satisfied, the woman began to unbox them, still chattering away as she pulled Louise's hand towards her, opening and closing it around different wands at what seemed like the speed of light. However, after having gone through all of the boxes she'd pulled out and still not finding satisfaction, she pulled Louise through the doorway into a smaller room. Louise was completely numb to all of this-- The woman was touching her too much, as well as being too loud and moving too fast. She couldn't really follow what was going on, and thus she'd simply given in to being a doll and remaining silent.
“Now you sure are a tricky one!” the woman babbled, glancing around the new and smaller room. “I haven't had to go in here for quite some time! This is my special storage... The rare wands. Seems that none of my regular ones would fit you, so maybe one of these will...” She trailed off, looking around as she tapped a finger against her lips. Louise paid a little bit more attention. The shopkeeper didn't start recklessly pulling this time, but instead kept a respectful distance from all of the shelves before slowly walking forward towards one of the wall and delicately removing a single box from it. “Here...” she said softly, a pensive look in her eyes. “Try this one.”
Louise, a little startled by the sudden change in the woman's attitude hesitantly reached forward towards the opened box, reaching inside without looking very carefully. What she pulled out was nothing like any of the other wands she'd seen: The shaft was jet black and the handle a soft, grained purple; at the end of the hilt was a elegant, delicately-cut gem that would have looked exactly like a diamond but for the tiny blue drop inside of it. In total, it was a tad longer than a foot, but light as a feather. Up until now, Louise had simply been examining it as it lay in both of her open palms, hilt untouched. Nerving up a little bit, she re-arranged the position so that her right hand suddenly clasped around the handle.
It was as if someone had suddenly put a miniature sun in her hand; the wood seemed to burn, on the verge of painful but not quite. She felt her arm jerk forward, the wand drawing her forward as a series of rainbow-colored balls of light burst forth. Louise was so startled, she almost dropped the wand, but kept a firm hold, instead taking her right wrist in a firm hold in her left hand to stop the movement; the lights disappeared. Startled, she looked fearfully up at the shopkeeper. The woman was silent for the first time within the half hour.
“Well, it looks like we've found you a wand. Would you care to follow me to the check out?” The woman's voice was quiet, and her hands seemed a little shaky as she rung up the order. Louise felt like questioning her and asking if it perhaps would be better to look for another wand, but her demeanor didn't invite questioning. As she left the shop with her new wand, her finger found a marking on it as her fingers gingerly ran over the hilt, attempting to get used to it. Surprised, she pulled it out of her pocket: In tiny, calligraphic script around the bottom of the shaft were two words- “Kelpie's Woman.” More than a little scared of the object, she shoved it firmly back in her pocket, wondering what on earth a Kelpie was.

I definitely think Rouerie for you!

[asa]

First Name: Aurelia
Last Name: Argent
Age: fifteen

Note: I deleted this char a few days ago, and now I'm bringing her back. She was a sournois, I don't know if that matters or not o.O

Appearance:
Aurelia resembles her sister Aife greatly, the both being of similar height and bone structure, though her skin is much lighter. She was born with blonde hair, which for a long time made her stand out from her family. The whole of her living relatives have red or brunette hair, while Aurelia's is naturally blonde. However, she has lately dyed it a deep brunette. She also carries her father's jaw and her mother's cheekbones, but has her grandmother's excessively long, tapered hands, too.

History:
Aurelia grew up in Lyon, France as the middle child of three sisters. She was reared by her mother until she was fourteen, when she went to replace Aife as their grandmother's pupil. Her father was an unspeakable, and passed away when Aurelia was very young. Her mother tried to teach her sewing, cleaning, and numerous other magic-free household chores and, while Aurelia had a certain knack for the pastimes, she loathed learning them. At the age of fifteen, Aurelia received her letter from Beauxbatons, and upon her grandmother's approval, was sent off to school. She didn't do much in the way of classes or anything academic really, during her first round here. In short, she fell in love, had her heart broken, went wild, and got in too much trouble to stay. However, her grandmere soon called her home, gave her a good 'talking to', and sent her back. Since then, Aurelia has become much less intense and a little bit more modest about herself and relationships and the like.

Personality:
Aurelia is very unlike her elder sister in many ways. She is outgoing, and rather sure of herself. She is smart, and well educated, like most Argent children, but she tends to use her brains only when she absolutely needs to. Her intellect often surprises those who know her, because it is so rare that she puts it to use. She is very flirty, and enjoys ogling at boys and teasing them until they get their panties in a twist. Aurelia is witty and charming, and also mischevious. In her first round at Beauxbatons, she gave little thought to her words and actions, and as she is easily annoyed, she would snap at others without thought to how it might affect them, and rarely bothers to notice when she has hurt someone's feelings. Now, she is actually of the mind to try and watch herself and act more how her grandmere would rather she act. She can dish it out at times, but then she can take it too, and is sort of one of those girls who can take care of theirselves well enough. Even so, she's become quieter than she once was, and more understanding, and she has gained an ounce more of reservation in how she promotes herself.

RP Sample:
Gigantic, gnarled trees whizzed by as the massive white horses raced for to be at the school before rain fell. Aurelia peeped out the canopied window by her side, watching the scenery pass in a blur. It hadn't been long, but her bum was starting to hurt, and she pouted as she waited for the large white carriage to bring Beauxbatons, her residence for the next seven years, and home to her sister, Aife, into view. She sighed as she watched the view pass by; an opened book lay forgotten in her hands. She was never the bookish one.

The trees beyond the window began to thin, their crazed trunks straightening, and sprouting leafy branches. Aurelia sat up in her seat- it had been a bit since she'd left the school, but she still recognized the how the trees made way for the town of Detaillant. She leaned against the sill and watched the scenery whiz past, and her stomach gurgled nervously. She didn't think that there would be anyone who'd have been sorry to see her go - any girls, at least. Her sister would be waiting for her arrival, but other than the older red head, there wasn't much of anyone who would notice that she'd been gone and was now back at school.

A few twists and turns along the bumpy road, and Aurelia could see a massive castle shifting into view. The ancient stone was dark and grey in the hued light, and Aurelia squinted her eyes to see. Her hands shuffled to load their book into her duffle, and she straightened her skirt as the castle loomed closer. Rain began to pelt lightly on the carriage top, and she pulled on a hooded cloak for protection. The carriage halted suddenly, and Aurelia watched one of the little house elves thump down the front stairs, his hand held over his eyes. She looked up and saw her sister standing there, a pitiful smile on the girl's face. Aurelia was back, and she found that she still didn't know if that was a good thing, or not.

Don't kill me, but I think she's more a Rouerie girl than Sournois.

[izzach]

First Name: Izzach
Last Name: Seth
Age Seventeen

Appearance: here

History: Izzach Seth was born to Victoria and Jordan Seth. The two met when they worked together. They both were certified lawyers, but since they weren't getting any cases they took other jobs. The two were happy though no matter where they worked. A few years after they changed jobs they had their first and only child. Izzach was the apple of his parent's eye. They would do anything for the boy.

It wasn't long before he was walking, and talking, and causing all kinds of mischief. He was a good kid though, but cause trouble like all toddlers did. They weren't the richest of families, but they had enough to get by with extra money left over. Izzach wasn't spoiled but he had toys, and got new ones every so often. He never asked for them though. As he got older he knew to be appreciative of what he had.

The family was getting along alright that was until a letter cam for Izzach. Right after his seventeenth birthday a letter for Beauxbatons Academy of Magic came for him. At first he thought it was a complete joke because he didn't think magic was real. After taking the letter to his parent's though they reluctantly told him about his mothers past life. She was way too ashamed to ever tell him, but didn't hide it from his father. They both tried to talk him out of going, but after keeping something like that from him he just wanted to get away from them for a while.


Personality:
Izzach wasn't raised to be a kid that wants everything, and gets everything. He was raised to be polite, and nice to everyone, but he wasn't raised to let everyone walk all over him, and he wasn't going to do that. He could stand up for himself, and would if the need ever arose. He wasn't a fighter though. He tries to avoid that at all costs. Izzach is more of a peace maker. He tries to keep others, and himself from fighting, but most of the time that doesn't work so well.

It's not like he's a goody two shoes though, but he does try to follow the rules, but sometimes he slips up just like everyone does once in a while. Izzach loves to make friends, and have people to talk to. He isn't afraid to approach someone who's alone. He hates seeing people alone with no one to talk to. Overall Izzach is a good kid, and loves to help others.

Sample Rp:
Laying on his bed looking up at the ceiling Izzach could hear the voices from the common room. He wasn't napping. He was just laying there trying to relax. Granted the noises weren't that loud, and he couldn't make out any of the conversations. The words were all muffled, but it was still the fact that he could hear them. Izzach shut his eyes, and tried to shut out the noise, but he was unsuccessful with that. So what would he do now? There was no way he could relax here, and he was sure if he couldn't here then he couldn't in the common room. It was way to cold to even think about going outside.

Was it always going to be this hard to find time to relax? He sure hoped not. Sighing softly the boy settled on walking through the halls. Standing up from his bed, and walking out of his dorm room, and downstairs. The talking became obnoxious to him. He just wanted to tell everyone to shut up, but he didn't. Walking through the common room was almost torture to him. He walked as fast as he could to the portrait hole, and out into the hall. When he got out there he leaned up against the wall and sighed. His second day there, and he already hated this place.

There was almost no one out in the halls. Which was good. At least he wouldn't have to worry about A lot of obnoxious talking. Izzach put his hands in his pockets, and proceeded to walk through the castles hallways. Looking around he had never actually taken the time to notice the painting, and all the different decorations. It was rather gorgeous. He took a particular liking to the metal statues. He didn't know why, but did he need a reason?

Looking down the hall he saw a wooden door. One that looked different then all the others. He walked up to it, and noticed that it wasn't shut all the way. Izzach bit his bottom lip debating whether or not he should go in. If someone was in there he would feel completely horrible for imposing himself upon them. Finally making up his mind Izzach pushed the door opened, and poked his head in. Before walking all the way in. At first he didn't see anyone, but the quiet, and the warmth was nice. A very nice change from sitting in his room. Upon walking further into the room he saw someone laying on the couch that sat in front of the fireplace. He stopped where he was and closed his eyes. "Im so sorry. I didn't know anyone would in here.." If she asked him to leave he would do it without question, but he kind of hope she didn't.

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I think definitely Cossu!

[hayden]

First Name:Hayden Vasanta
Last Name:Galen
Age:15
Appearance:

History:
Hayden was born to her Muggle mother, Vasant Galen, on August 11, 1994. Hayden was always a quiet child but as she grew she became more independent and more loud. But as a baby her mother spoiled her rotten and tried to hide the wizarding world from her. Hayden had never known her father, Mikah Crishton, and she never would know him for another fifteen years, but of course she never knew it.

Her mother always told Hayden her father had died after her mother had gotten pregnant with her. But the truth was, even though Hayden's mother still loved him dearly, that she made him leave her to protect Hayden from the wizarding world, and its many dangers. But as Hayden grew she started to notice many things happening when she wanted them to but tried to ignore them. Since she lived in New York City, she was always busy with friends and her mother distracted her then, instead of spoiling her, this time with letting her be with her friends a lot.

Then came Haydens birthday, she was turning fifteen, and her birthday party was that weekend. But she heard a knock on the door when her mother was gone and looked to see who it was. He then told her he was her father, she didn't believe him at first, but then her mother came home, shocked and angry. But Hayden's mother decided to tell her everything, at first she was furious with her mother, and her father from keeping it from her and lying about her father being dead, but even though she was angry at them she kept it inside and was on her way to Beauxbatons.

Personality:One word to sum up Hayden: immature, well at times. She loves acting very childish and random, and people often think she is younger then she really is. Hayden loves brightly colored things, it doesn't matter what they are either. But even though Hayden is very hyper-active, and happy most of the time, she still gets stubborn and rude when she has a bad day. She doesn't like certain types of people, mostly arrogant, rude, snobby, stuck up people.

Once you become her friend she will love you to death, and will never let anyone hurt you. But if you betray her trust once you have it, you won't gain it back, plus you better watch your back after that. She loves getting revenge for things people do to her and if she doesn't get someone back, she feels weak and feels like if she doesn't people will walk all over her, which she doesn't want at all. But even though Hayden has those bad points, she is still a wonderful girl to hang out with and has many friends, and not that many enemies.

Sample RP:
Blue sky, green grass, white picket fences, and tan two-story houses. Thats what Hayden saw as she walked down the sidewalk home from school. Her simple black backpack hanging on her back and bumping up and down slighly as she walked. Her pink and white checkered converse, which had been torn up the previous day and she still wore them, hit the ground softly and in a rythmatic motion. Her brightly blue eyes scanning the ground, as she stopped and leaned forward to roll up her dark black capris up, as they had fallen down.

Pulling her short blonde hair up in a ponytail at the back of her head, she continued walking on the way to her house. She was dreading getting home, she didn't like being home alone seeing as if her mother was at work. Things had been tight for awhile at home, her mother always at work, Hayden never seeing her, having to basically live like she would alone, only her not having to make the money or buy stuff.

As she turned the corner she saw her brightly blue house, the only one on that block, she reached into her hot pink hoodie pocket, and grabbed out her house keys. Once she got close to the fence she opened it and the closed it behind her. Running slowly up the front steps into her house she used the key to unlock her house.

Hayden eyes adjusted to the dim lighting as she walked in, setting her backpack on the chair closest to the door. Walking into the kitchen she grabbed herself some bread and put it into the toaster, and pushed it down so it would cook. Surprisingly the phone was ringing. A puzzled looking girl answered the phone. "Hello?" She asked and then soon after realized it was her mother.

I'm thinking Cossu for Hayden.

[missmartini]

First Name:

Nariko

Middle Name:

Venus

Last Name:

Tequila

Age:

Seventeen

Appearance:



Pin straight locks of pale, pale blond. Colors matches practically close to freshly formed snow on a winters day with streaks of sparkling silver in her hair like a shinning star. The lenght is not nothing longer nor shorter then her mid-back, even farily close to her bottom. It frames her round shaped head with large, alomond shaped eyes with crystal blue eyes that turn to either silver or saphire blue. Her lashes are long and thick, with eyebrows that are nicely placed above her eyes. Lips of small, plump size and feel; usually accompanied by a light form of lipgloss as her teeth are straight and white. Her nose is not to small nor large, kinda of like a button. On her neck is two beauty marks along side is a scar. Its not terribly noticable unless her hair us up and into a bun.

Body frame of an hour glass with nicely formed curves. Her legs are long, as she does not stand any taller then 5'5''. Nariko's skin is of a porcelain white, although in the night she can look sick at times because of how pale she is; kinda' like a China Doll. She has small feet and delicate fingers in which she uses to draw with; as her nails are in a state of french manicure with just the average white overcoat. They can be deathly sharp though, which is a hazard issue.

History:

Nariko Venus Tequila was born January 29th, 1903 in London, England. She was raised into a poor family, in which she already new how to fend for herself because they could not afford much. Her mother was suffering from an illness in which she did not know of and her father was no where around. The only other sibiling she had was a younger sister, one year apart. Which helped no one out. In times like that, she had no clue on how to really help anyone of her family out. Scared she would mess up or something along those lines. And when she ever had time to do things for herself, Nariko would bath herself in all that is creative. For her father had taught her many things in the art area, which seemed to help her out fairly well.

Learning the harp, piano and flute as well as having a keen eye at museums, she actually began to enjoy her life. Then, a tragity happened at the age of nine. Her mother was taken from the earth as her illness caught up with her to fast that no one could help. Nariko cried a bundle but then she began to also get mad at the world. For it had let her ost precious family member fall to a fate she did not wish to form. Wishing for change, her father took both young girls to Paris, France. Away from all the memories which only seemed to follow Nariko as they traveled. Seeing as she was in a pure blood line on witches and wizards, she already new about Beauxbatons and how it worked.

A few years in France and they had finally settled, only then, and even worser fate followed in Narikos path. She did not attend the academy and missed it all to tend her her family for the sake of the illness her father had brewed, but then after that in the night something plauged her home and attacked the Tequila family. Younger sister slautered, father blood dry, and Nariko was halfway to death only to close her eyes and wake up an Immortal. Seventeen and she was a vampire, the dawn of a new age. One would call it a blessing, another a curse. Nariko spent most of her years far from anything magical and she was alone, as her attitude changed greatly. Until the years now, does she finally join herself into the halls of Beauxbatons; maybe someone can break her icey heart?

Personality:

From kind and joyful to distant and uncaring. Nariko seems to keep to herself and not really pay attention much to others, but then again, she has strange modd swings where she actually does say Hello and smile to others. It was an odd combination of the two. Nariko seems to be able to sense the aura of another, to which she can tell if they are true or not. From what they like to dislike, so it also helps her on her pickings of friends and enemies. She usually just basks herself in the art around her or spends her days swimming in the crystal lake that she likes to hang around. Her style varies, but for one who keeps to herself, she does rather well like the wild colors. When at a party, Nariko would not really be the one dicussing things and dancing all around; just more at the side either watching or reading a book.

She can be rather bitchy when she wants to, and tends to speak her mind of many things. Nariko usually just tells everyone whats on her mind and her opinion of things, although sometimes others do get to her and she hates it. For it makes her feel weak, so to make up for her pour attitude towards things, like mentioned she would just go bask herself in artistic things.

Sample RP:

The light was dimply lit as Nariko sauntered her way through the grassy grounds of Beuaxbatons Academy of magic. The moon was high held in the pitch black sky, with stars that twinkled and seemed to dance in its moonlight glare. Oh the glorious shines of night. It was a beautiful thing to look at, along with sunsets or sundowns. “Immortality is a blessing and a curse” she muttered to herself as the lantern was held tightly in her porcelain grip. A life of a vampire could be the life of no other, it was in both states of mind. One moment you think like a human, the next you lunge like a killer. Tisking to herself, Nariko made her bare feet head in the ways of the lake. Its crystal gleam set off in the night as she envied its beauty. That was peaceful beauty, nothing to short of gorgeous. But when you really think about it, looking deeper into the lake held greater deeds that was deadly to many when toyed with.

Sitting on the banks of the lake, feat halfway in the water yet halfway out, Nariko placed the lantern on the dirty grounds beside her and laid back. Her eyes flickered to the sky above and she began to count the stars. It was clearly impossible to count all for there was so many, but it was a good enough way to pass the time in serenity and silence. The sound of the gentle waters cascading itself beside one another to lightly clash made Nariko close her eyes. Enjoying herself alone. Her body was in nothing but short shorts that were of a blood red and a t-shirt of deep black. The usual colors she tends to stick with for night. She was not cold, nor warm. More so cool. For her vampire change had only made her feel cold to any human, but to herself she could withstand any change of weather that was coming.

“I wish I was in heaven like my family right now..” Nariko whispered amongst the wind. Ever since the early 19th century, Nariko felt so alone. All her family gone in a blink of an eye and it never suited herself well. She was too chicken to allow people in and let her see the real her, but maybe it was needed? Or maybe she just needed a friend like her. To share her pain. No, she did not need that. She just needed someone enough to trust. But where would she find that these days?

I'm thinking Cossu.

[shea]

First Name: Shea Morgan
Last Name: Sardon
Age: 17--forever
Appearance:
->Shea<-
History:
Isabella Fildala-Sardon gave birth to her first child on December 4th 1945. Isabella was utterly happy she had a girl instead of the boy her husband, Manuel, wanted. She named her baby girl Shea Morgan Renee Layla Sardon. Shea morgan looked more like her father. Dark haired with big, intoxicating, brown eyes. She was a frail child. Always coughing and sneezing. She had inheritated that from her mother. Because of her being sick most of her life, she lived mainly in the hospital where her father never visited her. Manuel wanted nothing to do with her. She was 'diseased' as he would say. Her mother who would come once a week would speak nothing of Shea's father. Only 'happy' things. When Isabella wasn't there, she was out trying to find her daughter a husband. The bad thing was no man wanted a sickly, frail wife.

Shea was okay with that though. She knew she was going to die. She understood that no one wanted her. Her mother barely did. they were a poor family and the bill was running high. They couldn't afford it anymore until a man said he would take her. It was December 25th, 1963. Christmas. A tall dark haired man with blue eyes of 20 said he would make her his wife. This shocked the whole Sardon family. Someone who actually wanted her. There wasn't a proper marriage so to speak. Rivon Van Alan took her to his house in Paris. Everything was good for the first couple of months. Maids would wait on her hand and foot while he would buy her gifts. It was as if she were a princess.

That all changed when he told the maids one morning to leave her be. Shea woke up to only Rivon. He was hovering over fangs bared. She screamed as he bit down on her. It only lasted for a second. From there she only blacked out and woke up laying in the same bed. The new vampire had an undenable thirst. She wasn't sure what it was but she hungered for it. That was the first thing she noticed. The second thing was that she wasn't coughing or weezing anymore. She got out of the bed and looked into a mirror she looked the same. Big brown eyes, Long dark curls, and still skinny. She opened her mouth and screamed. Fangs! Shea Morgan Renee Layla Sardon had fangs. Rivon burst into the room as if he were waiting for this reaction with a cup filled of red liquid in hand. The smell hit her and her brain instantly hit her. Blood. She snatched it from her hands and drained it completely.

Shea got a glance of herself in the mirror, blood dripping down her chin. She was a monster. The girl threw the cup with such force at the mirror, both the mirror and cup shattered. Rivon sat her down and explained everything to her. The wizarding world, how she was a vampire now, that she was born a normal human with cancer, that she now was healed and would be seventeen forever. Shea threw herself on the bed, screamed, and cried. No one was allowed to come in except to bring her her blood. That was it until she could controll herself. She was a ticking time bomb and now that she had newfound strenght, she could kill anyone that set her off.

After a year of this, she finally calmed down enough to be able to see people. Van Alan would take her out of the confinds of her room and outside the house. He had to teacher her how to controll her urges before he enrolled her into school. She was a quick learner and made a vow not to take on any human for her thirst. Another year passed and she was enrolled into Beauxbatons Academy.

Personality:
Shea Sardon is decent listener. She tends to be some one that you can easily come to with your problems. She may be a bit secretive and untrusting herself, but she knows how not to give away secrets and resist gossip. That's why she can be such a good friend. She is easy to confide in, and gives very good advice as well.

Shea tends to be ... the almost unflappable type. She isn't immune to anxiousness. In fact, it is something that she distastefully keeps to herself. She may not stay calm, but she's not clumsy. She's actually quite acute, and witty when she needs to be. She can easily hold her tongue, however. She places words well, until ... of course, until it comes to afronting something that she can't.

She finds meeting people a trouble, unless they approach her. IN some places, she cannot find words. But then she may become too comfortable with you. When this happens ... she becomes unnaturally bossy, and people may distance herself from them. And then, the concept of being far too easily worried. If alone, and unsupported, she can't dig comfort from out of herself.

Another habit she can't manage to kick is her prejudice. Snob. Jerk. Obsessed. And then she tends to avoid. She can't seem to control this, and finds it regrettable ;and biting. Shea also sort of self obsessed. She sometimes puts herself first, without thinking. Shea Morgan is also too look-conscience, from her body shape.


Sample RP:

Brooke watched him snub the cigarette out. She was surprised. Most people would have continued smoking or took it out their mouths long enough to make a comment then go right back to it, but that only happened once. While waiting for his remark, if he had one, she looked at his tatoos. Never having seen someone in Hogwarts with tatoos at all, Brooke gawked almost forgetting he was the one who was covered in them. She had heard him and only brought her eyes to his, well his shades, and smiled. First mystery man snubbed out the cigarette and now he was apologizing. Where did Hogwarts find its people?

Brakie was ready to say something rude, but stopped short of herself. The only reason she was such a b*tch was because it was her brother and sisters expectations. She didn't make many friends outside her house because of it either. Many people didn't get to see the real her. She was a sweet girl deep down inside. For the last five years in Hogwarts, Brooke had posed herself as something she wasn't. This time she would be herself. The memory of how she treated Hai came to mind. It wasn't called for. She had been rude and mean to the little girl when she had just asked a question.

This time was going to be different. Brooke choked back her harsh words and said something she didn't say often. "Thanks." Brooke moved to a window sill and sat on it that way her feet weren't touching the ice cold ground. "Well the castle made me claustrophobic...." she started, "I'm used to big crowds like at parties and stuff. Here....with all those students....It's too much you know?" The school was like a dirty place infested with ants, roaches, and rats. Brooke brung her braid around her shoulder and tugged on it alittle. "Same question, " she said simply in a flat tone.

Gotta be Rouerie!

[devilishlysweet]

First Name: Elizabeth Violet
Last Name: Hudson
Age: 17

Appearance:
Elizabeth is just on the tall side of average height with curves in all the right places. She has long blonde hair, big blue eyes edged with long luscious lashes (ok, so she dyed them. What good is batting your eyes if no one can see your lashes?) and rose-pink cupid bow lips. One of her admirers once said she resembled an angel, the kind you find painted by Michelangelo or a princess in a fairytale. In truth it kind of a mixture of both, but she works hard to reach that level.

History:
Elizabeth Violet Charleston Hudson was born of the 20th of June, in a private room at St Mungo’s. It was snowing, light but fluffy, and her mother was often quoted as saying it was ‘a beautiful day for the birth of a beautiful girl.’ At the age of five, Elizabeth was growing up to be a lovely, sweet, polite girl who had everyone wrapped around her little finger almost upon sight. When she was seven her parents died in a tragic accident, and Elizabeth was sent to live with her Aunt Daphne who taught her all about how to be manipulative, scheming and to always get what she wanted. Elizabeth later learnt it was to get revenge on her mother for being, in her Aunt’s words, ‘so darn perfect’ but by that time she was too far gone to turn back.

Personality:
When you first meet Elizabeth she appears to be your usual, sweet, polite teenager albeit slightly more beautiful than most. If you’re lucky that is all you’ll see of her, if you aren’t…

• Ruthless
  Elizabeth is ruthless when she wants something, even more so when she wants something bad. She will manipulate scheme, plot, betray, forged, and/or whatever else is required to reach her goal. Hey, don’t blame her it was the way she was brought up…
  
  
• Smart
  Although Elizabeth can really work the books academically, she shines when it comes to street smarts. That girl can make things happen like no one else, so you REALLY don’t want to get on her bad side.
  
  
• One small flaw
  Her Aunt Daphne missed out one thing in her revenge mission. Elizabeth still has a conscience, and occaisionally, and by that I mean rarely, she will actually act upon that conscience and do good. But otherwise she’s a real bad girl, although she can pull up that good girl act in a microsecond around teachers and anyone else that could get her into trouble.
  
  
• Boundaries
  She also has boundries. Although Elizabeth will flirt, tease, seduce, etc. she will never go the whole way. Uh huh, this bad girl is saving herself for marriage. Although that doesn’t stop her playing around slightly, and she’s a bit bicurious.
  

Sample RP:
WHAM! Elizabeth’s foot connected perfectly with the punching bag. WHAM! WHAM! She threw two rabbit punches, keeping on her toes. She could feel him watching her, he’d hadn’t taken his eyes off her for a while now. She knew she looked a knock-out (no pun intended) in her tight knee-length shorts and low cut sport top, but she hadn’t expected this much attention… and so soon, why it had only been half an hour since she’d entered the gym. She screwed up her nose, oh screw it she knew she looked hot. No need for her to keep up the little Miss Goody act in her head. She decided to humor the poor boy and walked towards him, pretending she need a drink of water from the cooler. Oh how she loved muggle gyms! So many ways to cause mischief… as she passed by a rack of dumbbells she innocently nudged it with her foot, smiling to herself.
She turned her attention back to her quarry, who she discovered was a rather scrawny boy with short blonde hair and a jaw that appeared to have dropped to the floor. Elizabeth tried not to snigger, she didn’t want him to know she had seen him, besides she knew she looked gorgeous but that was just ridiculous. She brushed past him, careful to keep her actions innocent as always. She felt the guy’s eyes not-so-innocently glance down her sport top, causing her to roll hers. She leant down and filled a cup with water, turning back to the guy. Judging by his body language he was about to initate a conversation, which she knew would inevitably lead to a dinner invitation. Uh uh honey, that wasn’t going to happen. She attempted to move past him again but he was effectively blocking her path. Fortunately the dumbbell rack, as a result of her earlier sabotage, collapsed at that moment; distracting the boy enough for Elizabeth to sneak past. Oh yes, how she loved Muggle gyms.

History could have been more detailed.... but definitely Sournois!

[brokensonet]

FIRST NAME: Isabela
LAST NAME: Grey
AGE: 16

APPEARANCE:
Isabela Grey is famous for her long,silky,curly, black hair. She wears a golden headband as her trademark. She has a light colored skin and green eyes. She stands at the height of 5"2 and has a slender body. She has pink lips and rosy cheeks. Her clothes depends on her mood.

HISTORY:
16 years ago, a baby girl was gifted to Liaa and Tom Grey and was given the name Isabela Elise Z. Grey. Her mother was a veela and her dad was a wizard. She was raised being the only child in the wizarding world. As a kid, Isabela loved adventures. She would often end up in trouble just becuase of her adventures.

She got everything that she ever wanted. Her life was a breeze. Then everything changed when her father died due to an accident. It was like the march of the universe has stopped. After 3 years, her mother found a new husband. It was easy since her mother was a veela. But she never really moved on.

Her mom was crazy about John, Isabela's step-dad. It was almost like her mother forgot that she exists. But she never complained, she knew that if she did, she'll hurt her mother's feelings. For her, it's okay to be hurt as long as you're making some one else happy.

Isabela found comfort in music, books, and ballet. The books were her passport to everywhere and anywhere. Music soothes her when she's feeling alone, and ballet was the only way that she can express her feelings.

When she reached 11, she received a letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. And she knew right there and then that this is the start of her biggest adventure yet.

PERSONALITY:
From childhood 'till present, she never lost her sense of adventure. She's a daredevil and a troublemaker. But even so, she's very loyal. She will never betray the ones she love even if it means death. She's pretty sneeky and often time, gets away with it. She's sometimes arrogant, but never boastful. She's forgetful but not irresponsible. She never cared about what people think of her. She fights for what she believes in and is not afraid to admit when she's wrong.

She's only afraid of one thing--showing her feelings. She never cried in public and never admits that she's hurt. She fights back whenever some one was picking on her. And that causes her break downs.

SAMPLE RP:
She sat down beside the windowpane, watching the raindrops as they fall from the sky. She didn't know what to do. Her one and only best friend betrayed her. Usually, if she had problems, she would vent out to her best friend. But since her friend's gone, she will just have to keep it all inside.

She wondered if life here was different from the lives she had read about in books. In books, there's always a happy ending. But her life seemed to be going down, down, and way down. Her father died, she has a new step-dad, her mom doesn't write to her at all, and she lost her best friend.

She couldn't help but cry. She was mad, confused, scared, and some more emotions mixing up with them. But she never lost faith. She knows that someday, she'll also have a happy ending.

I need more detail in your personality. Its almost as if you listed things in sentence form. I know that is kinda confusing. But could you add a bit more for me? Thanks.

[alexmasterson]

First Name: Rory
Middle: Alexander
Last Name: Masterson
Age: Perpetually 17
Appearance: fwoosh
History: Rory Alexander was born to witch Penelope and Muggle Joel Hale on a November evening. The navy sky was cracked with dashes of crashing lightning and the wind gave off a melancholy howl. Clouds deformed and rolled around the average-sized hospital in Lafayette. The boy was the youngest of four females, and was to have an average life as the son of english majors.

But being the only son of neurotic grammar-snobs, life could only be so average, especially when your mother ups and leaves the month after your third birthday. Without an explanation or goodbye, Penny Hale washed her hands of her husband and children. And with no partner to help support the weight of five children, Joel depended on his son Rory more and more as the years passed.

To snag some extra Benjamins for his father, he commuted to and from Illinois every several weeks or so, and his newfound occupation at a rowdy sports bar seemed to fit his persona to a T. He wasn't exactly earning millions, he being a busboy and whatnot, but the jump and thrill of the bar was payment enough. The latest music set at max volume, free food, and a daily five hours of chicken wings and NASCAR. What sane male wouldn't be in heaven?

A confrontation with his father brought him to Mathew and the Lady Vampire. The two males were seduced completely by the enchanting duo, and their state of mind worsened as soon as the alcohol slipped down their throats. Needless to say, the seventeen-year-old and his companion were turned by that evening.

The pain was intense; like the devil plunging his fist down into your throat. The walls of his esophagus burned with each second, and his heart gave its last unsteady beats. His eyes had been a deep crimson when he had awoken, and his chest now a hollow cavity that held a lifeless rock. His skin was as smooth as marble but as cold and as hard as a rock. His memory was blurred completely, his human anecdotes fuzzed over. He could feel no pain besides the thirst left on his dry tongue, and the crescent-shaped scar completely in the center of his left cheek.

It took some time (specifically, a few years), but Rory was later discovered by and adopted into the Masterson coven, where he took up the name Alex Masterson. The perpetual seventeen-year-old was sent to Beauxbatons alongside his adoptive siblings shortly after he adjusted to his fresh lifestyle.

Personality: Alex Masterson isn't the type of person to keep to himself. If he's mad, he'll usually let you know and won't stop at anything until you do. It doesn't take much to set him off, but he won't throw punches until your second screw up. He's a huge flirt and leads a pack of females on without knowing it. A blessing for some, but a curse for the seventeen-year-old vampire.

Alex can describe himself best through music. He plays a couple of instruments, including the piano and the acoustic guitar. He can sing, and if he's head over heels in love, he'll be bound to serenade the object of his affection, but that hasn't happened yet anyways. He's a very wishy-washy person, though, and a perfectionist. Grades come before anything, even music. Although this may seem amiable at a first glance, it gets pretty annoying nonetheless.

Alex is very picky when assosciating with people. He prefers people who can have fun, and though a nice trait to have in peers, it wouldn't kill to have a little diversity. And just because it doesn't look like it at first glance, Alex is the king of sarcasm. There is scarcely a time when Alex isn't prepared with a clever comeback.

Alex is a very risky and rebellious person. He enjoys driving completely over the speed limit and isn't afraid of death.

Sample RP: The vampire laid her palms on the crushed velvet and threw them off of the bulky frame of her brother. Her fire-coloured hair was the first thing Alex caught sight of, and at that, he pulled the thick coverlet over his head once more. Charley reached over again and rolled the blanket into her pale, stick-thin arms and gave her brother a lax glower.

Alex pulled the iPod earbuds out from underneath his pillow and filled the room with Fall Out Boy's "Tiffany Blews". He muttered a cuss to his forever-nineteen-year-old sibling and sucked in a sharp, irksome breath. "Your morning," Charley snickered as she dangled a milk-doused spoon in front of Alex's face provokingly. The vampire pulled the very Renaissance-like object from her spindly fingers and examined the design, putting his task off by the minute.

Charley stood beside the four-poster bed and jutted her knee out with a swift roll of her hazel eyes. "Ugh. Whatever. So, point; Are you gunna clean up the table or not?" Alex folded her bony hand over the the spoon again and smirked, burying his face into the plethora of pillows.

I do see Sournois, but I see more Rouerie in him! So it must be Rouerie.

[erin1901]

First Name:

Arin (pronounce just like Erin)

Last Name:

Lawton

Age:

14

Appearance:


Arin is around 5'7 with a slight and delicate frame. she has stunning auburn hair that is kind of curly, but its very stunning. her skin is like porcelain and almost translucent. She hates her skin and wishes that she was able to get a tan. Her eyes (which are her favorite) are a grayish blue color that is sometimes closer to gray and sometimes to blue. Her wight is around 130lbs, and she has fairly long legs.


History:


Arin was the daughter of Ginny and Clint Braun, a well matched couple of purebloods who met at Beauxbatons when they were young. Arin came into this world on April 27, 1994. When Arin is 2 years old, both of her parents mysteriously go missing. Leaving her all alone in the world. She is soon taken in by her loving relatives by the names of Katie and Robert Lawton. Robert, who was Ginny's brother, is a brilliant wizard, and works for the ministry as an auror . Katie is a funny person and can be clumsy at times, but her great cooking makes up for all of that, she also works for the ministry in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

After Arin had turned 11, she couldn't wait to go to school. Arin knew that both of her parents had gone to Beauxbatons along Robert, but Katie hadn't, she had gone to Hogwarts. Arin was secretly fearful that she would end up going to Hogwarts instead of going to Beauxbatons, though she would never tell a soul about this fear.
As you can imagine, Arin was thrilled when she walked down to the kitchen and saw an owl at the window waiting for her with a letter. When Arin got her letter from the owl, she opened it, she was relieved to find out she had a spot at Beauxbatons.


Personality:

Arin is clever and intelligent. She tends to be very creative and gets to solutions in an exotic and creative way, oppose to the sometimes quicker and traditional ways. She doesn't mind being alone to think or to create her art work. She also has a passion for reading books of all kinds. And you will often find her outside reading whatever book that happens to capture her interest at that time. Although she is quite and sometimes shy, when others get to know her she becomes more outspoken and draws closer to the center of attention. Even though she is a pureblood and she knows it, she is not stuck up about it at all. Her greatest strength is that she is smart but also creative, allowing her to come up with ways to get out of any bad situation, or to learn anything. Her greatest flaw would be her sometimes lack of self-confidence, this includes her second guessing herself and also her hardship with dealing with the death of her parents.


Sample RP:


Arin was walking with a group of her friend to charms class. They were being silly and kind of loud as they walked from the common room to there class. Arin was walking next Trinity, a shy but nice person. As the group walked, they were joking around and just having fun. When they all arrived at there class they all took there seats, and Arin sat next to Trinity like normal. Arin had never really talked to Trinity before, they had said hi and all but they had never really talked. The professor hadn't started to teach yet, and everyone in the class was still talking. “So, where are you from?” Arin had asked Trinity who was at the time looking at her charms book. Trinity looked up and smiled and said “I'm from England. How about you?” Arin smiled and said “I'm form England as well.” as Arin said this, she hoped that Trinity would not bring up the topic of parents. Arin and Trinity talked a little about different things until the professor decided to start class.
After the professor had dismissed them, and Arin was gathering her things, Trinity leaned over to her and asked “So what do your parents do?” Arin froze still, she didn't know what to say. Should Arin tell the truth about her parents, or should she just talk about Robert and Katie?
“well, my parents diapered when I was little” Arin said as she smiled “but, I live with my aunt and uncle, and they both work for the ministry.” Arin smiled at Trinity, trying to convey that she had not upset her by asking.
“oh, I am so sorry for asking, I didn't want to bring anything unpleasant up.” Trinity told Arin.
With a smile Arin told her that it was fine and that she was ok. Arin would never let anyone know how much she was truly bothered by the disappearance of her parents.




You need to work on this application in terms of capitalization and so on.. like you have im instead of I'm! Thanks!

[jacquesdevereux]

F I R S T N A M E

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L A S T N A M E

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A G E

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A P P E A R A N C E

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H I S T O R Y

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June 25, 1991. That's when it all happened, and that's when Jacques Spencer Levesque was born. He was born at exactly midnight on June 25th. Jacques was born to Dorothee Axelle Devereux, previously Delphine, and Spencer Andre Devereux. They were a married couple, Spencer being of a noble bloodline, a bloodline known throughout France and U.K., but there was something no human knew about them; they were wolves, a rare form of werewolf called a lupe garou. Instead of turning in a monstrous werewolf, they turned into a normal wolf, blending in with the wolves in the woods. The night Jacques was born, was the best night of Dorothee and Spencer's life, but it would also be the most dangerous and heartbreaking. They had Jacques in a small chamber within a cave. It was seemingly a cave, but inside was an underground fortress that the wolves lived in. They weren't vampires, they didn't have money to get a big mansion. They lived by the night just like they did, as wolves, but the Lupe Garou's were like a close-knit family. That night, hunters came into the area, catching word of the wolves. The humans thought them freaks, so they went to kill them. That night, Jacques was born, and before they knew it, his parents were running through the forest, a glow about them as they changed into wolves, including Jacques. Being pure blooded lupe garou, he could change as a baby. The baby wolf was carried by the mother wolf, who ran beside the father wolf. They'd escaped the hunters that night, but they'd never see their little wolf again. They'd have to get him somewhere safe from the hunters.

The morning came, and it was a dreary one. The rains that had recently lingered over Paris turned the sky into a blanket of gray. A sprinkle covered the city as Dorothee and Spencer walked into an adoption agency. Their baby wouldn't be safe with the hunters around, and they knew the hunters would never find him here, because he'd be with the other kids. So, they dropped him off, with a kiss and a letter from both his mother and father, and a picture of the Devereaux family, they left their son at the orphanage. Baby Jacques stayed at the orphanage, getting cared for by the sisters that worked there, until he was about three years old. He can't remember anything about the orphanage, besides the rare flashbacks of his three years there. It wasn't long until a married couple adopted him. It wasn't because they loved him, no. The only thing they loved was money. It was doubtful that they loved each other anymore. They were only adopting a child because it was all the rich guppies were doing at the time, so they brought him home. Their names were Audric and Axelle Chamberlain, previously Adelle. They were a wealthy family living in Paris, France.

Jacques grew up getting everything he could ever want as a small child. His time with his parents became more and more scarce as he grew up, and by the time he was nine, he didn't care about getting things. He desperately wanted to spend time with his parents, but the more time that went on, the more Jacques realized he hated those people, and they'd never love him like real parents could. He was practically raised by his nannies, two women that were very compassionate and loving with him, and kind of felt sorry for him because of the way his adoptive parents treated him. They gave him money just to shut up him up, so he used it. But, as he came to be a teenager, he became more rebellious. He used their money until he was fourteen years old, when he threw the money right in his adoptive fathers' face. That started a fight, and as the argument heated, Jacques turned into his wolf form, growling at the man, who just stepped back and ran back to his overly large den. That day is the day he remembered that he was a wolf. His parents, in the letter, told him he came from a royal wolven bloodline, but he figured that was just a family name or something. That day, he started honing his power, so he would have control. He couldn't bare not having control over himself.

Music became his passion as he hit fifteen. With money he'd saved up working at a local general store, he bought himself a guitar. That's when he began writing his own music, and learning how to play it on the guitar. He didn't really need to learn to play it. He had a natural talent, and within a few weeks, he'd taught himself to play. From that time forward, Jacques knew he wanted to be a musician. By the time he was sixteen, he'd written enough music to record two full length albums, but he never did go after a recording contract. His songs were personal to him, and he never played them much in front of people. Sure, he'd played a couple times at a coffee joint that his friend's father owned called Amour-Java. But that's the farthest he wanted to get at fifteen. At the age of sixteen years old, he found that he'd had magical powers. Not only was his wolf form a mystical thing, but his parents and their grandparents had been full blooded witches and wizards, though his father was only half-blooded. So, this made Jacques a half-blooded wizard and a lupe garou. It was a lethal combination for those who'd make an enemy of him. He didn't believe in bloods anyway. He was a person like anyone. After discovering his power, he confronted his father with the idea of going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Of course, he said yes, just to get the boy out of his hair. With the letter from his parents, his guitar, some clothes, and some kind words from his beloved nannies, Jacques was off to Beauxbatons.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

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Quiet. Jacques is a pretty quiet guy. You shouldn't expect him to be the life of the party...sober. He's a mostly quiet guy, and he keeps to himself. At first, he's very quiet, especially towards strangers. But, once you start talking to him, he warms up to you more and can talk just as much as anyone in the conversation, maybe a little less. He usually doesn't have much to say unless you come up to him and start talking. The only way you'll find him being loud is through his music. He pours all his problems and emotions out into his songs and in the way he plays guitar. That's how he expressed himself. So to sum his first trait up, he's quiet and reserved, unless you strike up some conversation. Beware, the quite people are the ones to watch out for. You get him angry enough and he'll beat the hell out of you.

Creative. This boy is immensely creative. It's the one thing you can always count on from Jacques. He's always writing or thinking of new lyrics for songs. That, or he's playing new chords and tunes on his guitar. He also draws a little bit, but only a little bit. His main talent is music, and poetry. That's another thing he does. Jacques loves to write poetry, which helps in writing lyrics for songs. He believes that being a Cancer helps with that. Of course, being a cancer also makes him a bit more vulnerable to the moon and it's phases. Anyway, he loves to write to express himself. You'll find that in many songs. He writes about love, hate, envy, lust, anything that he's experienced or thinks about. He can write some epic love songs. He's a hopeless romantic, if you didn't know.

Moody. Being a Cancer, being so emotional, Jacques can be moody if you catch him on the wrong day. He just has the days where he feels great, and then the next day, he could be the meanest person you've ever met. It was like his own brand of bipolar, although no doctors ever diagnosed him with it. They pointed the blame at his zodiac sign. He's usually only moody towards full moons. Since he was born early during the sign of Cancer, the moon has double the effect on him. It's a known fact for any Cancer. When he's in a bad mood, he can be quite temperamental.

Curious. Jacques is a curious guy, although he doesn't always show it. When he meets new people, or just see's them walking by, he often wonders what kind of person they are, and if he'll see them again. It seems fairly pointless, but he can't help but to ask himself everything. He can often be philosophical, pondering the unknown without fear. He's often torn between religion, astronomy, and spiritualism, but he doesn't let it show. His mind is a battle ground, and nobody gets to see what goes on inside of it. The boy is curious about everything, and can ramble about it if you ask. Beware.

Compassionate. The artist is a very compassionate person, and so is Jacques. He feels love for all his friends and family, and always keeps an open mind about things. He's a very feeling person. When someone's down, he likes to try and cheer them up, though he isn't a fanatic about it. Really, it all depends on how he's feeling. Being empathic, he has no choice but to feel what others are feeling, which makes him that much more compassionate. He has no choice but to feel what others are feeling, which pushes him to make the person feel better, for their sake, and for his sake.

Bitter. Having been abondoned by his parents can make for a bitter person, but that's not who he's bitter towards. The two people he has these feelings for the most, are his adoptive parents. He despises them with a passion, and will do anything to stay away from them as long as he can. You wont find him going home to see them during breaks. For all he cared, they could die and he wouldn't be affected. Now thats bitterness, no? Towards other people, he's not a bitter person at all. He's a nice guy, but can sometimes be labeled a jerk because of his hate for his adoptive parents and his opinionated views. Sometimes, he can be very vengeful, and can hold a grudge against someone for a long time.

Opinionated. Jacques is very opinionated, and has views on everything. He loves talking about them, too. You just have to bring it up, and he'll tell you exactly what he thinks about the situation. In school, he was on the debate team, and earned honors for his words involving different issues. He's a very opinionated and observing person, and it sometimes gets him bad reviews from his friends and strangers.

Trustworthy. This musician is very trustworthy. He'd do anything for his friends, whether he liked it or not. Most likely, he wouldn't like it. But, he'd do it if he had to. He's the guy you can depend on to have your back. He couldn't count the times he's helped his friends out of tight situations. You can always depend on him, and he'll trust everybody, which makes him a little naive. He'll trust anyone, until they give him a reason not to trust them. Then, he'll never trust them again, at least, no as a whole. Just take a friend, if they betray him, but beg his forgiveness, he'll forgive them, but they have to build up his trust again. He has this complex about honor and trust, passed down from his wolf pack and his father. His father was always noble and honest, a great trait.

Poetic. Jacques is a very deep and poetic person. Like said before, he does write poems and songs, but he has a romantic point of view on life. He's a hopeless romantic inside, although he might not show it towards his male friends. He's not the type of guy who goes after any girl, then dumps her when she wont put out. He doesn't like blond stereotypes, or women that dumb themselves down to look cute. He likes a girl with a brain and some creativity. Someone much like him. Which brings me to his next strong point.

Intelligent. With both academy smarts and street smarts, Jacques is a very intelligent person. He doesn't flaunt it though, or ridicule people less intelligent then he. He treats everyone fairly, until they give him a reason not to. He excelled in all his class in muggle school, and has a feeling he'll do good in magical school, too. He's read many magic books since his discovery, and has an expansive knowledge base already. He is a very fast reader, and you'll often find him at the library, or out on the lawns, reading some kind of long novel. He keeps a book list of all the books he wants to read, and he does it, the whole school year round. Of course, he makes time for his music and writing--and class.

Carefree. His whole personality has been pretty bittersweet. There are ups and downs to most of his traits, and this is definitely the one with the most downsides. Being carefree is something people might wish to be, especially worry warts, but it really isn't something you should be. Sure, he cares about his friends and close loved ones, but he's a really carefree person otherwise. He doesn't worry about anything. He lives for the day, and doesn't think ahead to the future. He always says, what happens...happens. Say someone is afraid of storms, and this storm could produce a natural disaster. Sure, he wouldn't want anything bad to happen, but he'd be the one sitting on the bed, playing his guitar while the destruction came. Whether it's a good trait or not, you can decide.

S A M P L E R P

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"I'll write, I promise." A messy haired, blue-eyed boy hung halfway out the window of a large train. Two women, who looked in their fifties, stood on the platform, waving at him with watery eyes. They wore long black skirts and black blouses, white ruffles around the collars of their blouses and the rims of their dresses, their maids uniforms rippling as the air of the platform rushed against them. The two maids looked at the boy on the train, waving frantically. They had been his nannies since he was three years old. Now, he was seventeen, going on eighteen, and he was off to attend magical school. Sure, his adoptive parents thought he was going to some college, but his maids were magical, unlike his parents, and knew that he was going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. It was a fresh change of pace, going to a new place, yet, he was incredibly saddened, especially as his maids, who were practically his parents, waved goodbye to him. It was like parting with you're real parents, something the boy-turning-man knew much about.

The maids shrunk smaller and smaller as the white and blue colored train rolled out of the station. With a final wave and a blown kiss goodbye, Jacques sat down in the large booth seat, heaving a heavy sigh, his ocean blue eyes looking around his carriage. All the others were full, according to the students he'd seen. Jacques had a feeling they just didn like the new kid. The lupe garou rose his legs up, resting his feet on the opposite seat, his elbow resting on the flat surface of the window pane, his hand going through his dark brown hair, his eyes scanning the greenery that seemed to rush past him so quickly as they appraoched Beauxbatons. During the four hours he'd been on the train, he'd ate something from the trolley, wrote a new song, listened to music, and gained a carriage mate. The train came to a sudden stop, causing Jacques to fly into the opposite seat, where his feet had once been. His head slammed against the seat. Good thing it was a cushioned seat, or he might have been in trouble. They must have been at the castle now. Getting up, he grabbed his bags and walked through the aisle.

A new scene of greenery came into view as Jacques stepped off the train, dropping his bag at the sight of a brilliant white and blue castle. It was just like the stories he'd heard about it on the train, from the higher years. His oceanic blue eyes looked at the towers, then scanning the grounds, and a forest. He had a feeling he was going to like it here.

Must Be Cossu.

[brokensonet]

Apr 15, 2009 14:32:23 GMT -5 @brokensonet said:

FIRST NAME: Isabela
LAST NAME: Grey
AGE: 16

APPEARANCE:
Isabela Grey is famous for her long,silky,curly, black hair. She wears a golden headband as her trademark. She has a light colored skin and green eyes. She stands at the height of 5"2 and has a slender body. She has pink lips and rosy cheeks. Her clothes depends on her mood.

HISTORY:
16 years ago, a baby girl was gifted to Liaa and Tom Grey and was given the name Isabela Elise Z. Grey. Her mother was a veela and her dad was a wizard. She was raised being the only child in the wizarding world. As a kid, Isabela loved adventures. She would often end up in trouble just becuase of her adventures.

She got everything that she ever wanted. Her life was a breeze. Then everything changed when her father died due to an accident. It was like the march of the universe has stopped. After 3 years, her mother found a new husband. It was easy since her mother was a veela. But she never really moved on.

Her mom was crazy about John, Isabela's step-dad. It was almost like her mother forgot that she exists. But she never complained, she knew that if she did, she'll hurt her mother's feelings. For her, it's okay to be hurt as long as you're making some one else happy.

Isabela found comfort in music, books, and ballet. The books were her passport to everywhere and anywhere. Music soothes her when she's feeling alone, and ballet was the only way that she can express her feelings.

When she reached 11, she received a letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. And she knew right there and then that this is the start of her biggest adventure yet.

PERSONALITY:
From childhood 'till present, she never lost her sense of adventure. She's a daredevil and a troublemaker. But even so, she's very loyal. She will never betray the ones she love even if it means death. She's pretty sneeky and often time, gets away with it. She's sometimes arrogant, but never boastful. She's forgetful but not irresponsible. She never cared about what people think of her. She fights for what she believes in and is not afraid to admit when she's wrong.

She's only afraid of one thing--showing her feelings. She never cried in public and never admits that she's hurt. She fights back whenever some one was picking on her. And that causes her break downs.

SAMPLE RP:
She sat down beside the windowpane, watching the raindrops as they fall from the sky. She didn't know what to do. Her one and only best friend betrayed her. Usually, if she had problems, she would vent out to her best friend. But since her friend's gone, she will just have to keep it all inside.

She wondered if life here was different from the lives she had read about in books. In books, there's always a happy ending. But her life seemed to be going down, down, and way down. Her father died, she has a new step-dad, her mom doesn't write to her at all, and she lost her best friend.

She couldn't help but cry. She was mad, confused, scared, and some more emotions mixing up with them. But she never lost faith. She knows that someday, she'll also have a happy ending.

I need more detail in your personality. Its almost as if you listed things in sentence form. I know that is kinda confusing. But could you add a bit more for me? Thanks.

I'm honestly very flummuxed by your character... Perhaps you could elaborate on your character's personality just slightly more than you have so that she doesn't seem so contradictory? Just modify this post when you're done and I promise it will be seen. ^^

[erin1901]

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First Name:

Arin (pronounce just like Erin)

Last Name:

Lawton

Age:

14

Appearance:


Arin is around 5'7 with a slight and delicate frame. she has stunning auburn hair that is kind of curly, but its very stunning. her skin is like porcelain and almost translucent. She hates her skin and wishes that she was able to get a tan. Her eyes (which are her favorite) are a grayish blue color that is sometimes closer to gray and sometimes to blue. Her wight is around 130lbs, and she has fairly long legs.


History:


Arin was the daughter of Ginny and Clint Braun, a well matched couple of purebloods who met at Beauxbatons when they were young. Arin came into this world on April 27, 1994. When Arin is 2 years old, both of her parents mysteriously go missing. Leaving her all alone in the world. She is soon taken in by her loving relatives by the names of Katie and Robert Lawton. Robert, who was Ginny's brother, is a brilliant wizard, and works for the ministry as an auror . Katie is a funny person and can be clumsy at times, but her great cooking makes up for all of that, she also works for the ministry in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

After Arin had turned 11, she couldn't wait to go to school. Arin knew that both of her parents had gone to Beauxbatons along Robert, but Katie hadn't, she had gone to Hogwarts. Arin was secretly fearful that she would end up going to Hogwarts instead of going to Beauxbatons, though she would never tell a soul about this fear.
As you can imagine, Arin was thrilled when she walked down to the kitchen and saw an owl at the window waiting for her with a letter. When Arin got her letter from the owl, she opened it, she was relieved to find out she had a spot at Beauxbatons.


Personality:

Arin is clever and intelligent. She tends to be very creative and gets to solutions in an exotic and creative way, oppose to the sometimes quicker and traditional ways. She doesn't mind being alone to think or to create her art work. She also has a passion for reading books of all kinds. And you will often find her outside reading whatever book that happens to capture her interest at that time. Although she is quite and sometimes shy, when others get to know her she becomes more outspoken and draws closer to the center of attention. Even though she is a pureblood and she knows it, she is not stuck up about it at all. Her greatest strength is that she is smart but also creative, allowing her to come up with ways to get out of any bad situation, or to learn anything. Her greatest flaw would be her sometimes lack of self-confidence, this includes her second guessing herself and also her hardship with dealing with the death of her parents.


Sample RP:


Arin was walking with a group of her friend to charms class. They were being silly and kind of loud as they walked from the common room to there class. Arin was walking next Trinity, a shy but nice person. As the group walked, they were joking around and just having fun. When they all arrived at there class they all took there seats, and Arin sat next to Trinity like normal. Arin had never really talked to Trinity before, they had said hi and all but they had never really talked. The professor hadn't started to teach yet, and everyone in the class was still talking. “So, where are you from?” Arin had asked Trinity who was at the time looking at her charms book. Trinity looked up and smiled and said “I'm from England. How about you?” Arin smiled and said “I'm form England as well.” as Arin said this, she hoped that Trinity would not bring up the topic of parents. Arin and Trinity talked a little about different things until the professor decided to start class.
After the professor had dismissed them, and Arin was gathering her things, Trinity leaned over to her and asked “So what do your parents do?” Arin froze still, she didn't know what to say. Should Arin tell the truth about her parents, or should she just talk about Robert and Katie?
“well, my parents diapered when I was little” Arin said as she smiled “but, I live with my aunt and uncle, and they both work for the ministry.” Arin smiled at Trinity, trying to convey that she had not upset her by asking.
“oh, I am so sorry for asking, I didn't want to bring anything unpleasant up.” Trinity told Arin.
With a smile Arin told her that it was fine and that she was ok. Arin would never let anyone know how much she was truly bothered by the disappearance of her parents.

Very well written, but there were some points in your application when your spelling and even your tense somehow switched about. Perhaps you should be more wary of this in the future. ^^

I see a bit of both Cossu and Rouerie in Arin, but I'm thinking Rouerie all the same. ^^