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[firepheonix]

First Name: Anselm
Last Name: Baudelaire
Age: 17
Appearance:

• Height: 6, 2
  
• Weight: 150 lb.
  
• Hair: Black
  
• Eye color: Brown
  
• Skin: White
  
• Build: Average
  

History: His family tree is one of the most olders family in the country.His father (Klaus ) is aurors and his mother (Amy) working for the British government.They bolt are pure blood wizards from old familys.First they meet in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when there the three European schools are part of the Triwizard Tournament.His mother is Beaxbation's Champion and his father is Champion of Durmstrang.Klaus and Amy fell in love with each other in the middle of The Yule Ball.One year later they get married.He is born is born and raised in Oxford , England.The boy has a normal childhood just like almost every other boy or girl on his age.



Personality: His way of living is just like chess.Every situation has a solution.He likes to analizing every situaton and possible solutons.He alwas play with strategy.Even when the things are wrong...he alwas want to control the situation.He never leave a friend behind.No matter what is the situation...he always protect the friends.Even when someone of his friends is in trouble....he trying to do everything.....just to help.He trying to be very loyal even to his parents and family friends.Loyal to the every wizard pureblood community.His family make him to be so loyal.He is very mannerly and he know how to be loyal to the good people.Baudelaire is loyal to the end.Just like almost every other pureblodd wizard he would do anything when the things are wrong.To protect the wizards no matter what this would cost.Proud with the pure blood in his vens.

Anselm is alaso a real book worm.He is addicted to the books and he is able to read with hours.Sometimes he can read one book almost all night.He read books about the world of magic and mistery creatures and any otther things.He don't like to read only muggle books.They are boring for him and he just ignore them.He like to play this strategy game for very long time.The game is slow but he love the control all sitations in the game and in the real life.He trying to pretict the moves of the enemy and almost every time he has success.Love the snow.When the winter come.....he became very happy.Just like some kid.He can walk into snow all day.He love the cold fresh air and the ice all around.All this can make him forget about the troubles and can help him to feel the magic.


Sample RP: Mu rp sample for other rp site.

It was night and the sky was very clear.Only the stars and the moon was there in this darkess.The air was fresh and the only living person on the street was standing right there with wand in hand.His brown eyes was watching the moon and he was ready for anything.Ready for the any event.No matter what he was prepare even for battle with some Death Eater.This wizards was like rats.Dirty fools wthout any moral in there minds.Stupid and arogant.How was possible in the name of the great Merlin to call them..."wizards".They not deserve to call them like that.

This man smiled gently and he being his walk in the dark street of London.The time for the first meething with the british aurors was come.Bur where are they now?He was hoping to meet the soon or all this was gonna be for nothing.The street was so empty now.He wanted some compony,but he was alone.Not for a while.From somewhere he heard some strange sound.He turn around and he saw some shadow of man behind him.It was some wizard with blonde hair and wand in his left arm.

"Hello Zigfried and welcome"

When he saw the face of the man he recognize one of his fellow aurors here in London.His name was James House and working here in the city.He was old friend of Zigfried.Both of them shake hands.Finely Faust wasn alone.

"You late James,but I'm glad to see you" he said "Let's go somewhere else.Here is not safe."

Two minutes later the two mans disappear.Somehow they was not there any more.Soon they they change the locatin of the meeting.Faust was gonna be accepted in the Order of Phoenix as a auror.His journey in the country begin with the meeting of the two old friends from Hogwarts.Even the Death Eaters did not know that.


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[missbyrd]

First Name: CÉLESTE
Last Name: Byrd
Age: Sweet Sixteen
Appearance:
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Celeste is tall, about 5' 10 barefoot with caramel tinted skin and chocalate eyes. Known as the exotic beauty by those who knew her, she is a mixture of both African- American and French. There are traces of veela and fairy folk in her bloodline. Her skin always glitters faintly and she walks like she flies, gracefully.
History:
Celeste was born to Esme and Robert Byrd on February 6, 1993 on a beach in the south of France. She grew up in a grand palace overlooking the glittering ocean, and she used to spend hours chatting with the local mermaids that frequented the shore. During her young life she was transfered back and forth between America and France visiting families and learning about the different cultures. Celeste is a lover of anything creative, she began dancing at a young age but found her true calling was music. Celeste is the lead singer of the rock band "Cherry bomb." Or will be once she finds a drummer, bass and well , actual members.
Personality:
Celeste is known for her sarcasm and quick tongue, and has sent many a boy running for the hills, but she's always been popular with her fellow outcasts. She is an Aquarius and likes to think of her self as hippie with rock star appeal. Music is her passion and she often neglects school work to fix a chord or doodle lyrics in her ever present notebook, she keeps her wand tucked behind her ear or in one of her crazy pairs of combat boots, that her mother loathes with a passion. Celeste is lazy and messy and often comes to school in a wild outfits just to see the look on peoples faces. Celeste prefers to coast through life on a wave of positivity. She's slightly boy crazy, although she's never call one her boyfriend, and is sure to be the life of the party.
Sample RP:

"Cece ,Bonbon, wait!" Esme screamed after her quickly retreating daughters back. "Yes, mother," Celeste groaned fidgeting with the bowler hat that sat askew on her wild hair.
"Remember darling, first impressions are everything at Beauxbatons," Esme said, straightening Celeste's sky blue silk caplet nervously, "So please refrain on blasting that devil music in your ears." "Mom, it's not devil music, it's Rock n' Roll," Celeste said throwing up a the rock star sign while doing a head bang, to her mothers disgust. "You could be such a pretty girl if you would just cut that mane on your head," Esme stated scanning her daughters converses lightly," You have veela blood, but i can barely tell when you cover yourself with peace signs and music symbols."
"I get one tiny tattoo and I'm dead to you," Celeste mutters darkly before wrenching a lock of hair from her mothers hand. " Why don't you take up the harp while your away -It's time to go mother, Au revoir," she interrupted, air kissing Esme's cheek, before walking swiftly toward the group of girls waiting for the carriages. Celeste stood awkwardly beside of a group of nervous looking first years, glancing at an intimidating group of boys who were talking in hushed tones while glancing at her. "Oi, fresh meat," said the short pug nosed one with the greasy hair. " Excuse moi, I don't speak pig Latin," Celeste said with a biting edge, the group around the boys laughed as pig boys face turned an unflattering shade of red. Celeste gave herself a virtual pat on the back before reaching into her satchel to grab her lyric book, " So she smiled to fade away the grey..."

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[aislin farraday]

First Name: Aislin - pronounced ASH lin
Last Name: Farraday
Age: Seventeen
Appearance: Aislin looks nothing like the rest of her family who are all have either silvery blonde hair or strawberry blonde hair. Instead, Aislin is tall, slender and brunette. Her hair is almost chocolate brown and has natural highlights from over exposure to the sun and falls lifelessly down to her middle back. Aislin has moderately pale skin with a pinkish undertone and is forever wishing that she had darker skin, even if it were just one shade darker than her natural colour. Her big brown eyes are probably her most prominent feature and have a certain warmness to them which suit her gentle nature. Aislin, being of Irish and elfish descent, has small freckles plastered all over her body and, due to her ghostly pale colouring, their visibility is intensified. The girl usually forgets to eat, not because she feels that she needs to lose weight, but because she’s very forgetful, so she is quite slim and bony in places, but no to the extent that she looks as though she is anorexic.
History: Being of Elven – Blood, Aislin always had an advantage whilst playing games with her neighbours. Games like hide – and – go – seek and ‘chasies’ were fun for the young girl in small doses, but because she was able to hear and sense things a lot better than her childhood friends, games like these became a little tedious over time. Aislin was an only child, and so, was only ever able to play a fair game when her cousins came to visit which was sadly, very irregular. However, when they did visit for either birthdays or Christmas holidays, Aislin was able to use her senses without becoming bored or guilty for having an unfair advantage.

Being an only child was quite difficult and boring for Aislin. Her parents were always too busy for her and after time, her neighbourhood friends began to grow annoyed with Aislins constant victories in games and such. Fortunately, when Aislin was nearly six, her mother gave birth to a baby brother, filling the young elf with happiness. Finally, after so many years of boredom, Aislin would have the chance to play with another person (or elf) with similar abilities and enjoyments. As soon as her brother, who had been named Nyben after their great grandfather, was old enough, they played together for hours on end, had an amazing relationship where they were able to tell each other absolutely anything and were so happy all of the time, that it seemed nothing could tear them apart. Nothing except for the most unfortunate event imaginable…

Nyben died in a car accident the night before his tenth birthday, rendering Aislin in an awful position. Had he been in a vehicle with an elf, Nyben would have been absolutely fine and safe with his mother, father and Aislin. Unfortunately for the young boy, he had been in the car with a human with normal human senses after attending a friends’ birthday party. Aislin did not function properly for almost six months and was sent home from Beauxbatons during this time in order for some emotional healing to take place.
Personality:Aislin is a fun, loving and gentle girl, who loves to paint, draw and sing. She has never been very tidy, and almost always has a messy room or dorm regardless of how much she tries to keep it clean and bearable. On top of never being tidy, Aislin has never had the ability to remain upset or angry with a person for more than half an hour.

Even if she is not to blame, Aislin will always apologise if the person who is in the wrong hasn’t first. She hates argueing and would like to be friends with practically everyone if it were possible.

The girl is neither quiet, nor loud and maintains an equal amount of both, realising that shyness can be awkward and rowdiness is somewhat frustrating in large doses. However, laughing is another story altogether in her opinion and so, she laughs merrily on a daily basis. She enjoys drama, painting and plays the flute, piano, violin and fiddle. Music is Aislins absolute world and so, learning so many instruments was most enjoyable for the girl. She insisted on learning more, but her mother and father did not believe that learning any more instruments would be beneficial for her in later years.
Sample RP: This is from another Hogwarts Site (:

tahnee!? Looking right ahead of her, Tahnee was surprised to find another student in her presence. At first the girl was confused, wondering why on earth a student would be in the forbidden forest so early in the morning. However, this changed when she suddenly realised who this girl actually was. Standing directly in front of her was Nicole Bailey, a lovely girl whom Tahnee had met a few times through her father and his obsession with Muggles. Rolf Scamander, famous herbologist, had always held a soft spot for the unmagical world and would take his family on regular outings for pure enjoyment. Tahnee was quite happy to experience the Muggle life and was especially intrigued by people on long floating boards in the water. Most of the people taking part in this activity were able to ride upon waves without falling off of the structure which held them above the water. It was absolutely amazing what Muggles were able to do, in Tahnee’s opinion.

She grinned at her old friend and bounded up to her excitedly. Tahnee had always been energetic regardless of the time of day and today was no exception. ”Yeah! It’s Tahnee!” the girl replied merrily, her blue eyes sparkling in the morning light which had exposed itself through the gaps in between the tree’s leaves. In this light her bright red hair was even more outrageously coloured than usual and could quite easily have the potential to make people avert their eyes. In fact, occasionally when her hair was as bright as this whilst in the Hogwarts grounds, passing students would tell her to put a hat on so that its brightness didn’t scar their eyes. When moments like these took place, however, Tahnee would retort with, ”Buy some sunglasses and wear them if your eyes are so affected by my hair!” She hated it when she was teased for having red hair.

”How have you been?! I haven’t seen or spoken to you in ages!” Tahnee continued smiling and was shortly hit with an important realisation; she had no idea that Nicole even attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! "What on earth are you doing at Hogwarts?! I had no idea you came here… That’s so cooooool!" The now overly lively and enthusiastic girl was practically jumping up and down with joy, glad that her friend was here with her of all places.

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[leonce]

FIRST NAME:

Leonce

LAST NAME:

Lothaire

AGE:

Eighteen

APPEARANCE:

Standing at 6'3'' and weighing in at 220 pounds, Leonce definitely has the stature for a quidditch-loving werelion. His hair is mid-length dark brown, his eyes a dull golden color (almost dull enough to be a hazel), and has a charming smile to top it all off. With that combination, Leonce is on of the msot charming people you'll ever meet. It's part of his nature, as a Leo. He has a strong, muscular frame, being very althletic and active. His skin isn't ghostly white, like most in Europe. Well, he'd heard people were pale. He has a tan, but he wasn't dark. He definitely has the looks of a lion. On his skin though, there are tattoo's, no piecings though. He has one tattoo of a tribal lion, which is on his left pec, over his heart. He calls it a lionheart tattoo. He has a second tattoo, a small leo tattoo that wraps around his belly button. Both tattoo's are tribal signs he'd gotten in Africa. Other than that, there are no markings on his body. His style is very laid back, as far as clothing goes. He's happy with simple jeans, a t-shirt and some shoes or flip flops, but if he's feeling especially good, he'll throw on some vibrant designer stuff he has in his trunk. As for jewelry, he wears a gold lion ring with two rubies, and a gold lion necklace. Both are gifts from his mother and father. As you can probably determine yourself, he's a pretty laid back guy. You won't find him stressing about designer labels.

HISTORY:

Picture it. Africa. July 25th, eighteen years ago. The full moon shone brightly over the Sahara. In the middle of a large oasis, a woman and a man, surrounded by many lions and lioness' had just delievered a baby at exactly 3:45 in the morning. This baby, a boy the couple in the water would call Leonce, was born as a werelion, into a long line of werelions, a rare form of lycanthropy. From the time he was born, Leonce lived in a large lion pack, all of which lived in the Sahara. They all lived in a large cave they called The Lions Den. From the day he was born, Leonce was destined to take his fathers place as king of the werelions. His father's name was Leonardo Lothaire, and his mothers name was Lyess Lothaire, previously Lyra. They were both pure werelion, both born in raised in the Sahara's Werelion Pack. Leonardo and Lyess had both originally been born in Paris, France, but after the werelion pack was exposed by ruthless hunters, the family moved to Africa, to blend in with all the other lions. Of course, the hunter problems didn't stop, but they weren't as frequent.

From the time he was a toddler, and a cub, Leonce was a huge fan of lions and his heritage, and especially Africa. He loved where he lived, and he loved being a lion. His parents taught him all about the ways of the pack, of the lion, and the ways of pride and honor. His parents were very old fashioned in that way. They belived in honor, courage, love, and pride. They were a close knit family, even though not all of them were related. The lions did everything together, under the rule of Leonce's father, Leonardo. The lions did everything as pack, especially hunting at night. They could hunt seperately, but there were certain nights when they would hunt as a big "family". Their pack was very close knit and they all cared about each other. So, it could be said that Leonce grew up in a large, and positive family. He loved his life, but eventually it would end.

Living in the Sahara was great. He worked out as a human, and also went through homeschooling. As a lion, he hunted with his pack, and explored the plains day and night, as well as hanging out with the other lion kids, and eventually lion teenagers. His great life of freedom in Africa would soon come to an end. It happened one night when the family was going hunting. It was a special ceremony, Leonce's eighteenth birthday. Every werelion in the pack planned to go through the Sahara, chasing after a group of gazelles. Leonce went with his parents for a long time, but soon strayed as he went after a gazelle with his friends. Little did he know, one of his lion friends was planning on turning his back on the pack. So, he led Leonce into a special part of the Sahara, and then planned to kill him. He was a powerful lion, and had just enough strength to do it. There was a large fight in that spot in the Sahara, while the other lions were hunting, between Leonce on the rogue lion, who went by the name Fang. Eventually, his father sensed his son in trouble. So, he and Lyess looked for their son, and found him near a large oasis, the spot where he was born, lying on his side towards the water. He was turned back into his human side, bare and shining in the moonlight. His parents, who'd turned back into humans, took their son to the hospital.

The hospital trip was long and painful for Leonce, but he wouldn't let anyone know that. He had too much pride to admit he needed help. He was in critcal condition, and that's when Lyess and Leonardo decided that they wanted something better for their son. They were going to send him to live with his uncle, Leonardo's brother, who lived in France. His uncles name was Adrien, another werelion in hiding. Leonardo swore to his son that he'd get Fang for what he did, but for now, he wanted Leo to take his brother, Lioness and live with Adrien, and go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. The family had all had magical blood in their bodies. The bloodline started with his ancient ancestors. They could be traced back to the founders of Beauxbatons, and they were all full blooded. So, after he'd healed in the hospital, he packed his bag, and prepared to leave. He grabbed his brother, who was born a little under a year ago (he was born while his mother was in her lion form, so he stayed a lion, and would always stay a lion), took his pride and honor, and went to live with his Uncle, until he could attend Beauxbatons.

PERSONALITY:

CREATIVE. Leonce has a lot of creative energy, whether it comes to orginazational skills, or if it pertains to his comic books and tattoo designs. Most of the time, you'll find Leonce outside, but he also loves to draw comic books on rainy days. Lately, he's working on a werelion comic book. He likes to draw a lot of comics, ranging from superhero comics, to stories illustrated about real life. He also draws tattoo's, but thats definitely not more important than being outside or drawing his comics. But, along with that, Leonce loves photography. He always has a camera with him, whether it's in his pocket, or hanging around his neck. He even takes it to classes with him, in his messenger bag,.

POWERFUL. As lion, Leonce is definitely strong physically. He used to work out everyday, and even though the school has no gym, he'll stay in shape. He plans to play quidditch, if he can. Leo has always been strong physically, very strong. But, that's not the only way he's strong. Another side of his strength is his emotional strength. He's there for anyone, especially his friends. Though, don't expect him to listen to you mope if you're just being whiny. He doesn't have a high tolerance for pity parties. He is a strong shoulder to cry on when you need it. Yet another strength he has is mental strength. Sure, he's an intelligent guy, but that's not what I mean. He is very strong minded, and determined. Once he sets a goal, he does the best he can to achieve it, no matter what the cost. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, you decide.

GENEROUS. Leonce is a very generous guy. Generousity can be in the way of money, or just lending a hand, or letting people have things. Whatever kind of generousity there is, Leonce is all of them. He's a very generous guy, and will always put others before himself, and sometimes that can ware him down. He's not afraid to lend a hand and get his hands dirty, especially when he has nothing else to do. He gets bored easily.

WARM-HEARTED. Another common trait of Leonce's zodiac, the leo. Mr. Lothaire is a very warm hearted guy. Sometimes, he can see like a bad boy, but he really has a heart of gold. He has a soft spot for cats, which is understandable since he is one. He has a big heart, and sometimes that's not a good thing, because people have taken advantage of his ever growing heart. He is very passionate, and spills in his passion into everything he does. He's a really nice guy, but I do not recommend you take advantage of him.

ENTHUSIASTIC. Leonce is a very enthusiastic person. He gets excited easily, even if he doesn't show it. He could be calm on the inside, but behind closed doors, or inside his mind, he's jumping up and down. He's very optimistic, and when something good happens, he's very happy. Some people may find this trait to be annoying, but Leonce is happy with the way he has. He has passion for everything, and always tries to motivate his friends. Sometimes, that really doesn't work. But don't be confused, he doesn't really show it to peoples' faces. He kind of has a big scary lion front.

BROAD-MINDED. You'll never find Leonce being narrow minded. He's a very broad minded person, and is open to all kinds of new experiences. He listens to different points of views with an open mind, whether he agree's with them or not, which people like. He is also broad-minded in a sexual sense. This doesn't mean he goes around trying to get in both male and females' pants. It just means he's okay with straight, bi, and homosexual people. Hell, he may even try a same sex thing if he was ever tempted. He tried everything at least once. But he doesn't go looking for it. He believes they're people just like anyone else. This goes for different races as well. He believes we're all created equally. His father always said, "a narrow mean leads to a narrow heart".

OUTGOING. Leonce is a very outgoing guy, and was never a shy person. Even as a child, or a lion cub, he was a playful child, and made friends easily. He'll quite often be the life of the party. He does have a sense of pride though, he doesn't like to get too wild. He's a very outgoing guy, and can go up to anyone and just start talking to them like they were old friends. His outgoing nature can sometimes get him in trouble, like in class when he "woot-woots" from his seat. He's a very funny guy, and has a bright aura around him.

GOOFY. For lack of a better word, Leonce is a goofy kid. He loves to make people laugh, and he's actually pretty damn hilarious. He mixes a bit of sarcasm with simple humor. The humor is found in his one liners and in the way he moves. He has both verbal and physical humor. He always knows how to cheer people up, and making friends is easy when you're a bit on the goofy, almost nuts side.

FAITHFUL. Another trait of a leo. Leonce is a very faithful guy, especially to his friends. He always stands by his friends, and always has their back in tight spots. He'd do anything for them. Unless he couldn't help it, he'd never leave his friends' side. He's deifnitely a guy you can depend on. He's faithful in the way of relationships, as well. Leo's are known to be faithful lovers, and that's the way Leonce was taught. Once he's in a stable relationship, you won't find him looking at another girl. Yet, some girls he's been with always accused him of cheating. It was other girls who looked at him. He's always been faithful.

LOVING. Leonce is a very loving person, it just comes with the package of being a leo. He is very compassionate, and likes everybody until they give him a reason not to. If that ever happens, stay out of his way. He loves his friends with all his heart, though he does know the limits of love between friends. He even loves his male friends, which may seem odd, but he just cares about them. He's very loving in romantic relationships as well, but if you want to experience that, you'll have to go ask him out. Leo will be waiting, girlies.

PRETENTIOUS. Call it prententious, pompous, inflated, high and mighty. Call it whatever you want, but plain and simple, Leonce can sometimes get a little full of himself. Once he recieves a compliment, it hangs with him, and it might inflate his head so large he can't get out of the door. He doesn't try to be big-headed, but he loves getting good reviews. It's a trait he isn't exactly proud of, and tries to keep his pride deflated in front of people. Leonce can sometimes be arrogant, though he doesn't try to be. All the years of being a large lion gets to his head sometimes.

OVERBEARING. Otherwise, dogmatic or bossy, Leonce can sometimes be overbearing, and opinionated. He always gives his opinion on things, no matter how it sounds, or whether its even wanted to or not. He can be a bit too assertive at times, and sometimes it appears as though he's bossy, but he's really not. Most times, he just cares about the person and wants them to do the right thing. He's trying to cut thin his opinionated and assertive side.

MEDDLING. This trait can be good and bad, depending on how you look at it. Leonce is very meddlesome, maybe interfering. He often makes other peoples' problems his own just because he wants to help them, but that can often get him into bad situations. He has good intentions, but he needs to learn when to but out. Leave it up to him to fix you up with people. He's like an overbearing father character to his friends.

INTOLERANT. Tolerance is not a thing that Leonce is known to have. He has very little tolerance for things that annoy him, or things that anger him. If a person talks to long, he becomes intolerant, and also when his friends start taking pity on themselves. He tries to be tolerant, and a lot of the time it works, but there are some days where he is irritable and easily annoyed, and just wants to be left alone for the whole day.

TEMPERAMENTAL. This is the most lethal trait within Leonce. He is a very temperamental person. He doesn't get mad right away, but if you get under his skin enough, he'll blow up on you. A lot of times, he loses his temper and just decks someone. But he tries to hold in his anger and go take it out on a tree in the woods or something. He feels it's better to hit something that doesn't have vitals. His temper gets him into some trouble. When he's angry enough, fire ignites in his hands. Along with lion blood, he's a pyro. It's unknown how he got the power, but he's had it since he was born. He believes it's a mix of the magical blood, human blood, and werelion blood put together. Plus, he is a powerful leo, and their star is the sun. All in all, he's just a ticking time bomb.

Sample RP:

Torches illuminated their faces as three large lions stepped up onto the rocky platform. The torches lit up the faces of at least fifty lions in the "audience". Torches upon a large cave entrance lit up the faces of the the three lions on the platform. Their shadows on the walls contracted and shifted, until they were human shadows. On the platform, stood three bare humans, summoning their clothes and putting them on. The lion audience did the same, looking up at their three two leaders, and their son, Leonce. Of course, little Lionel was there too, but in the arms of Leonce, who always took care of him. Lionel was a little lion cub, who would always grow three times as slower as the other lions, and would always stay a lion. He'd never know the advantages of also being human, because he was born while his mother was in lion form, he was born pure lion. He couldn't talk aloud, but the lions could hear him in their mind. He never went hunting with them. He was too little. But, the lions always brought him back something to eat. You may find yourself asking, why are a bunch of lions looking up at two human leaders? Well, they were all werelions, and this was the hunting ceremony.

"WERELIONS! LET ME HEAR YOU ROAR!", the male leader shouted to the crowd of newly changed humans. The humans swallowed hard, letting out a large lion roar, even though they weren't in their own form. "YOU'RE LIVELY TONIGHT! READY...SET...HUNT!", the male leader shouted out, watching them all run into the wilds of Africa. The male leader's name was Leonardo, leader of the werelions. He was a built man with shoulder length dark brown hair. His teenage son Leonce, looked just like him. Leonardo had dark golden eyes, just like Leonce, but it was a dull gold while he was human, like a hazel gold and brown. Of course, they could control their eye color around humans. But, they had to wear contacts to change it. Once you were a werelion, you're eyes were gold. Don't get your hopes up if you want to become one, though. You have to be born a werelion. You can't turn people. Leonce watched his father as he ripped off his shirt, showing his contracting muscles. Leonce watched him and nodded as his father smirked at him. The man turned into a large lion, running into the wild, through tall plain grass. Leonce looked at his mother with a smile as she pet her young son, Lionel.

His mothers name was Lyess. She was a beautiful woman with long, curly golden blond hair. She wore just a brassiere and a lion cloth. They looked like jungle people, yet they had a beautiful look about them. "Lay him somewhere safe Leo, then you can join us.", the woman said and kissed Leonce's forehead, then the furry forehead of Lionel, petting him one last time before jumping off the platform, transforming into a beautiful lioness. The lioness ran into the plains, leaving Leonce with his brother. Leonce wore just a pair of jeans, his built upper body burning hot as the fire from the torched heated him. As if they needed heated in Africa. It was hot enough here, though he quite enjoyed living here. Anywhere else wouldn't feel like home. Leonce smiled and looked down at his brother, carrying him into the cave, lying him on a large bed, where the king and queen slept. "Stay here, Ly. I'll bring you back something, okay?", Leonce told his brother with a smile, giving him a light pet on the forehead, the lion cub shaking his head and pawing at his brothers hand playfully. Leonce rolled his eyes and chuckled, walking out of the cave, jumping off the ledge and turning into a big lion. Not quite as big as his dad, but just about.

Leonce landed on the ground, in full lion fur, running into the plains. His golden eyes roamed the beautiful landscape of Africa at night time. The large curvy tree's became a blur, the grass under his large paws crushed as he ran at top speed. Usual male lions didn't hunt, but they were no regular lions. A normal lion would round up the meat, and then the female lion would hunt it and bring it home. But not in this pack. Leonce ran through the plains, watching lions taking down gazelles in every direction. The lion roared, as if proud and applauding his fellow lions. They roared back, then went to eating their prey. Leonce ran into a large part of tree's and high grass, where he caught up with one of his lion friends, Liox, who liked to call himself Fang. "Leonce! I found a big group of Gazelles by the oasis! Follow me!", he told Leonce, hiding the betrayal in his eyes. He had always claimed to be Leonce's friend, but tonight, would be their last night as friendly rivals. Leonce decided to follow him, figuring he should visit the oasis anywhere. That's where he was born. So, he followed him, stopping quickly as he realized that there were no gazelle's in this place.

"What's going on, Fang?", Leonce started, looking around the oasis. It was a beautiful place, surrounded by tree's and plain grass. The waters were a beautiful crystal blue. "...there are no gazelles here...", he told his friend. Of course, lions couldn't talk, so they used a mind communication. Fang just smirked at him, sharpening his claws, licking his lips at Leonce. "Gazelle's aren't on the menu tonight, Leonce, you are...", and with that, he attacked. Leonce was quick to dodge his attacks, but the older lion was a bit too much for him. After a long while of biting, clawing, and pawing each other across the face, Fang suddenly ripped at his neck, attempting to get his throat. But, that's when two lions ran into the oasis site, causing Fang to dash off. He may have bene brave with Leonce, but he wouldnt' dare cross the king and queen, who'd just came in, with the hint of a fellow lion who'd seen the whole thing. Leonardo and Lyess stepped forth, circling the lion who turned into a bare Leonce. The male lion roared at the top of his lungs, startling everything in sight. The tree's may have even shaked in their own roots. The two lions turned into their human form, summoning clothing for both them and their son. With blood soaking him, they picked up their oldest son, running as fast as they could to get to the hospital. From there, he would get the news that he was to take his brother and live with his uncle. He'd be going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. He spoke too soon when he said it was too hot in Africa.

You could be in a couple houses, but I am thinking Cossu.

[heartrace]

First Name:
Aiden

Last Name:
Heart

Age:
Seventeen

Appearance:



History:
July 13th of the year 1990 was the day it happened. Aiden Heart drew in his first breath while his mother exhaled her last. The birth of a child was too much for the body of the young witch to handle. So young Aiden was left under the care of a mortal, his father. Through his early childhood, Aiden's father noticed that there seemed to be nothing different about him. There was the simple fact that Aiden rarely spoke a word, but there was nothing magical about him. His father silently hoped that things would stay that way, uncertain how he would raise the type of child that was so foreign to him.

It was not until Aiden's ninth birthday that magic proved it did exist in him. He had accidentally spilt juice all over the clothes that he had received as a birthday present. Although he remained completely silent, he stared at it with pain across his face. When suddenly, the liquid stains disappeared. Not knowing how he could have possibly done this, his father had been forced to explain to him what little he knew of the secret world of wizardry.

Although Aiden was given a choice at the age of eleven, he chose to stay in the muggle world and attend the public high school. He became slightly more sociable throughout his years there but not by much. His junior year came and went and although he did all of the normal things that high schoolers should, he still felt like he was not doing enough. His senior year would be over and done with before long, yet he had no desire to leave the environment he was in. Without discussing it with his father, he decided to relocate outside of the United States and find out more about the magical world.

Personality:
As stated before, Aiden is quiet. Unfortunately this tends to give people the impression that he is also very rude. He says as few words as possible when spoken to, and rarely ever starts a conversation. He's not exactly a social butterfly. No one understands his silence, except Aiden himself.

Aiden is an observer. He enjoys sitting in the back corner of a room and just studying people and their personalities. Perhaps it is because in his spare time, he enjoys capturing these people and their traits. He sketches portraits and the occasional landscape in a rough leather portfolio that he is rarely seen without.

Although a silent person, Aiden can be very selfish. His old friends would often go to him to explain their problems, though he never understood why. They would pour their hearts out and he would just stare at them without saying a word. Although he enjoys listening to what others have to say, he avoids putting in any input of his own.

Sample RP:
"Hello?" A soft voice he did not recognize came floating through his ear. He knew it was a girl and that was all he needed to know. He did not bother to turn his head and acknowledge her presence. "Can we borrow this chair?" came the ribbon of her embarrassed tone. He lifted his head lightly before dropping it swiftly. It was not much of a nod, but it would satisfy. "Thanks." And she was gone.

'You're welcome.' The deep murmur of his voice sounded inside of his head. That was where most of his speaking took place; in thought. The softest of sighs pushed past his lips as he uncrossed his arms and looked down at his untouched food. He did not like grilled cheese. He did not like most things cooked in grease or butter for that matter. He only put organic and pure things inside of his body, and school lunches were certainly not included.

Half an hour later, he sat in the back of the classroom staring at two people sitting in the front right corner of the classroom. The girl closest to the wall and the guy to her left were passing a piece of paper back and forth. He watched her eyes light up and show the boy a small smile. When the girl hung her head to reply, Aiden noticed the devilish smirk on his face. Silently, he exhaled a snicker. He did not understand so-called "chemistry" between teenagers much. His involvement had one had been enough.

I'm thinking Cossu.

[smiley13]

First Name:Aria
Last Name: Cipriani
Age: 17
Appearance: In her human form Aria is a breathtaking creature, standing at exactly 5 feet tall. She has curly blonde locks that hang at about shoulder length and compliment her gorgeous, icy blue eyes very well.She has a light olive complexion and always wears the same brand and same flavor of light pink lip gloss unless she's going out.

She never wears much makeup other than eyeliner unless it's organic and not tested on animals. She'll sometimes wear blush or foundation but believes that god gave you a face for a reason and that reason is so you could wear it Au' natural

In her fairy form she's light and speedy. She's small with multicolored wings and a red tiered dress. When the wings shoot out of her back she can fly for overly long distances.

History: On August 8^th, 1992 a child was born to Maria and Giovanni Cipriani in Venice, Italy. Her name was Aria. Unfortunately for her life wouldn't be pretty.

When she was three she started to play guitar. She caught on very quickly to the concept. Guitar and singing brought out the best in her. When she started to play she would get lost in thought, she'd play for hours, even days at a time. She would sing like there was no tomorrow. Somewhere inside of her she knew she would be a star.

But having a kid was to much for her parents. When she was five her father started drinking. When she was seven her mother started drugs. Her father would drink to no end and come home and beat her mother.When she said something she would get beaten until every visible body part turned purple.Until finally one day she snapped. Her father kept a gun under his mattress that was ,in his sober days, for protection.Well the day that she snapped, her father had gone out of control.He'd gone towards his bed and towards the mattress.But Aria couldn't let him shoot.She dove at the mattress and shoved her hand towards the gun.When she pulled it out she fired a few shots at her father's torso. The shots were fatal.Her father died.When her mother realized that he was dying,despite everything he'd done, she held a gun to Aria's forehead. Aria did the same but Aria pulled the trigger. All this at the age of eight. She didn't go to jail both cases were ruled self defense, she couldn't help but think the jury felt sorry for her though. She didn't like that.
Personality: She's very independent and protective. She's defensive. There are walls she's built to keep people out. And she wouldn't dare THINK of tearing them down. She's caring and hates people insulting the few friends she had. She's not outgoing at all and has a hard time making friends because she can't talk to them.She's also hoping this will change when she goes to Beauxbatons.
Sample RP:
Aria dragged herself out of the carriage that led her to her arrival.She could already tell this wouldn't go well. She looked around at her new "home".She hadn't even gone in yet and she already stuck out like a sore thumb. Here she stood in sweats and a hoodie, with one very small suitcase.And there was everyone else with there expensive clothes and shoes, and bunches of large travel bags.

She walked in getting a horrible vibe off of every person she passed. They all looked at her like she was crazy like she had... killed someone. Do they know?How could they know? Oh, it's just not fair.It's not fair.

She ran up the stairs until she finally found someplace where no one was there.She cupped her face with her hands and began to cry.The tears poured on and on until she saw someone else coming up the stairs towards her. She ducked down covering her mouth so she wouldn't make any noise. She watched as the shady figure paced back and forth looking around to make sure no one was watching.

She's honestly a little difficult to sort...but I think she tilts more into Cossu.

[jlafleur]

First Name: Juliet
Last Name: LaFleur
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:

History:
Elizabeth Reynolds (neé Jenkins), 36, Charms teacher at Hogwarts, Juliet and her mother never quite got along. There was always the insecure thing about Juliet leading her a strained relationship with her mother. Although they don't get along. Elizabeth would do anything for Juliet and loves her in her own way.. Wizard-Mother

Declan LaFleur, 39,Broom Repairer, Juliet and her father were close. She was alone because of the divorce between her parents and felt like she needed a father relationship. Her mother was angry that Declan and Juliet were staying together as she wanted Juliet to stay with her but Declan won the battle in court. Sometimes Declan can be selfish and put Juliet to the back of his mind. Which ends with conversations like 'I Hate You Dad' or 'I want to stay with mom now' but they always sorted it out with ice cream or Hot Chocolate. Wizard - Father

Lillian LaFleur (neé King), 40, Actress, Juliet and Lillian hated each-other. She was really the wicked old step-mom from cinderella. She knew that Juliet and Declan were close so that's why she wanted to get Declan away from Juliet. She was always nice in front of Declan and evil behind Declan's back. Sometimes she'd have a heart and be a tincy bit nice to Juliet but then she remembered who it was. She would have Juliet scrubbing the floors if it wasn't Declan's daughter. Muggle - Step-Mother

Bart Reynolds, 38, Doctor, Juliet always felt Bart wanted to replace her real father. He would be there when she broke up with boyfriends and had arguments with friends because Declan was working. Then she became familiar with the situation and hated him. But that just made him become more of a father figure. She tried hardest but in the end she gave in and he won although she'd never think he was her father. Muggle - Step-Father

Isobelle LaFleur,13,School-Student, Isobelle was always jealous of Juliet for some reason. She wanted to be just like her because of her mother. She wanted a mother like Elizabeth and not Lillian. She even saw Lillian being evil. And that was her own mother, but she knew Juliet was a nice girl and changed her feelings towards her. Now she idolizes Juliet even though she is Insecure at times. Half Blood - Half-Sister

1992-1993
Juliet's first year was very well eventful. She was born on August 21st and was already half way through the year. But after discovering Declan had an affair with an actress he worked with Elizabeth wanted to just go. But stupidly she gave him another chance. She thought it would be good for Juliet if she had a father figure in her life. She had always wanted the best for Juliet. A month later Elizabeth found Declan with Lillian his apparent mistress. That was the end of the line for Elizabeth and Declan. Elizabeth thought hard for months and then 6 months went by.They got a divorce just when Juliet started to crawl.Though Elizabeth didn't yet go to court.

1995-1996
Juliet was now 3. Her mother and father had been apart for years now. And his new muggle wife gave birth to a half blood. Juliet wasn't exactly please but she had to get along with it. She was only 3. And had just began to learn she had magic powers. She lived with her father by now but still saw her mother and her step-dad.

2002-2003
By now Juliet come to terms with her life. Her parents had been apart for years and had come to terms with the extraordinary truth about magic. She knew there were many wizardry schools to consider. She got a letter from Hogwarts and everything but wanted desperately to go to Beauxbatons were her mother went. Even though they didn't speak that much.

2009-Present
For years Juliet received letters asking her to join Hogwarts and Others. She desperately wanted to go to Beauxbatons because of her mother. She had waited for years had home-school and everything. Then the day came. Juliet was invited to join Beauxbatons, she was over-joyed except when she learned Isobelle was invited also. She was distraught. Isobelle wasn't even a pure-blood and yet she got the letter earlier. Juliet accepted and soon realized it was harder Beauxbatons than she had imagined.

Personality:
Juliet is your average sweetie, well really she isn’t very average. Juliet loves to smile and making over people smile. She may sound prefect but she really isn’t. When people are bitchy or annoying Juliet gets annoyed. She wants to stop it but doesn't have the courage to.

Juliet loves to dance, it is her life and has been since she was 5 when she took her first ballet class. Juliet loves all type of dance, from ballet to jazz and hip hop to tap. Due to her love of dance Juliet came to love music and parties. You will often see Juliet at a party dancing the night away. Unless there are the 'it' group there then she'll be standing in the background.

Juliet loves sweet guys, especially if they are hot. But she isn't a flirt and hates to be a slxt. She chooses her guys carefully and doesn’t fall too easily. Although it takes Juliet a while to really like a guy, once she does it will stick for a pretty long time. Even though she isn't confident she still tries to get out an about in life.

Juliet is very shy even if she knew the person. She hates meeting new people anyway. She sits in the background waiting to be asked and never the askee. She feels insecure around any girl especcially the 'it' group. She's surprised she's even in this school the only reason was because her family is rich.

She is funny and would make most people laugh with one of her Juliet Moments going into a detailed debate for no reason. She is always happy unless something tragic has happened. Juliet tries to always be happy but people would think she isn't.

Another thing about J is that she is waaaaay to sensitive for her age and it can backfire at her losing boyfriends from being jealous she is over protective and knows it but too many bad experiences has made her like this. She never wanted that to happen but it just kinda did happen.

Sample RP:


"Bye Mom!" Said a tired Juliet.She was up all night waiting to go to Beauxbatons. Carrying everything in her bag she set off. Beauxbatons was finally here. She was waiting this day forever. As she was on her way to The Carriage place. She found out she already arrived and had been asleep on her way to the carriage. Smiling at herself Juliet sat patiently.

About an Hour later she was there. Beauxbatons it was just as beautiful as she imagined it to be. Wheeling her floral suitcase through the halls of Beauxbatons she went to her dorm. 'This is my new life' She thought to herself.

Putting on her school robes, Juliet sighed with disbelief. She was actually at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Turning the door handle, Juliet walked to the Grand Hall. There was a new comer welcoming. She smiled, sitting down on her seat. She waited patiently for the ceremony to begin.

Make sure that you watch the language, as there was a word used in this that isn't allowed for use here on Beauxbatons. Must be Cossu.

[koriya]

First Name:
Koraline (Kori)
Last Name:
Putnam
Age:
Seventeen
Appearance:
Click
History:
Born on September 3rd of the year 1991, Kori is the daughter of noted wizard journalist and a muggle music producer. Even during her early years, Kori showed signs of an outgoing personality. At the age of five, Kori went to school dressed in her Tinkerbell Halloween costume for a week...in April. When the other kids laughed at her, she just laughed and said, "They didn't tell you Halloween is in April now?"

Unfortunately, about a month after Kori's sixth birthday, her mother filed for a divorce. Ana had been moving up in the music business and was becoming a well-known and desired producer. The effect this had on Kori was one of the worst. She turned slightly bitter toward the entire male gender, especially her father. She steered away from the wizarding world and moved on with her life with her mother.

Growing up was fun inside of a music studio, where Kori spent most of her life. She was constantly meeting celebrities and watching them record. The older she got, the more money her mother seemed to make and the easier things got. Thankfully, Kori never turned into an entirely spoiled brat. At sixteen, Kori began to go out with the celebrities her mother was working with. It was only a matter of time before the teen drinking began. It seemed that the more bad things she did, the more popular she got. She went from dancing six people back in a photograph of Paris Hilton to a snapshots and articles about her in People magazine.

Over the next year, things began to get out of control. The second time Kori got arrested for underage drinking, her mother drew the line. Ana contacted her ex-husband and they decided that sending Kori away from her luxury life might be the best thing for a while. There was no doubt that Kori disagreed. Though because she was still not a legal adult, she had no choice but to get on the plane to France and attend the school that her father assured her was "the best wizarding school in the world".

Personality:
To be put simply, Kori is the life of any party. She loves loud music and dancing. Music has always been in her life and it means everything to her. She plays three instruments; guitar, bass, and piano. She also enjoys singing occasionally. When she's not out dancing, she can be found in her room with a guitar in her hand.

Although spoiled, Kori is a generally nice person. She will be the first person to walk up and introduce themselves in a room full of strangers. She's the furthest thing from shy and she never gets embarrassed. Her confidence level is at an all time high, but sometimes it does make her seem conceited. Those who take the time to actually get to know her, learn to get past the "I don't care what you think about me" surface.

Bubbly and bright, Kori attracts people in to her circle easily. She is rarely seen without a smile on her face, and when it isn't there: beware. Kori may be a polite girl who'll buy everyone dinner for no reason, but it would be unwise to cross her. She still has the bitterness of her childhood in her, though it is nearly impossible to bring out.

When it comes to academics, Kori is actually pretty smart. She was never in the top of her class or anything like that, but she made decent marks. School always seemed to come naturally to her. She never really felt the need to work hard on her papers or go the extra mile on a project. Her mother always told her that if she applied herself, she could go far.

Sample RP:
The sky outside was bright and sun poured through the tiny, oval window. Kori pulled the shade down to let darkness surround her before tilting her head back. "Excuse me?" came a sharp tone next to her. Kori snapped up, fully alert. "Yes?" she asked the middle aged woman. "Do you mind leaving that open? My son wants to be able to look out the window," she said. Normally, Kori would have instantly spun around and done so, but the woman had a tone and that made her hesitant to want to do anything nice for her.

Kori glanced down at her son, who looked like he was around eight or nine. She nodded and gave a small smile before lifting the shade halfway. This way, she could tilt her head up and it would still be dark enough for her to sleep, while the boy could see out. "Can you see?" she asked him just before he nodded in reply. Kori found herself smiling at him. Kids were always so cute.

Impatiently, Kori grabbed her carry-on out of the overhead bin. She had be sitting for hours and couldn't wait any longer to stand up and regain the feeling in her legs. As soon as she could, she bolted off of the plane and sprang out into the gate. She looked up and around the airport. Nothing was in English. She panicked instantly. Had she gotten on the wrong plane? Where was she? Her dad lived in England, right? She had been running so late that she had just taken the ticket out of her mother's hand and handed it to the man at the gate.

It took her a few minutes to calm herself down. She began to look around again and discovered that she recognized a few words here and there. "French?" she questioned aloud. She took a few steps toward a woman waiting to board her plane. Her French was high school level and extremely rough, but there was only one way to find out for sure. "Excusez moi? Mais, um," she paused unable to think of how to ask if she was in France. "You zpeak Englizh?" the woman interrupted her though. "Yes, oh thank heavens. Is this France?" Kori asked. The woman nodded.

Five minutes later, Kori was headed toward baggage claim. She knew that was where she would find her father, and hopefully, all of her answers. Like "Why the hell am I in France?", for one. Kori looked up and recognized the man that was certainly not aging well compared to his ex-wife. "Koraline!" he called with a rather cheesy grin on his face. "Dad," she groaned. "It's Kori. And would you mind telling me why I am in France?!" she asked, nearly shouting. A few heads turned to look at her. "Because honey, the greatest wizarding school is here; Beauxbatons Academy of Magic."

Must be Cossu.

[dwfan10]

First Name: Alexandra
Last Name: Royal
Age: 14
Appearance: i673.photobucket.com/albums/vv95/micky56/Billiepiper7.jpg
History:
Alex has lived in France her entire life. She has four siblings. Two brothers, David and Joe and two sisters, Rose and Susana. Her family was extremely close until she was seven, then her father died. Than her family seemed to drift. Art and music helped her through tough times though. Her family still stays in contact but it is not as constant as it used to be. She loves her sisters though. Her father was a prank designer and she has a special talent for that as well. She is part vella from her mothers side though.

When she turned nine one of her sisters died as well from cancer. Her whole family seemed to go there separate ways than. One brother went to Australia another to Scotland. Her mother died as well. She had been drunk and tried to cross a road. She ended up getting hit by a car. After that her remaining sister looked after her.

When she turned eleven she had made a strong bond with Rose. She almost begged not to go. Alex did not know what would happen to her sister if she left her as so many bad things had already happened to her family. In the end she finally let her sister con her into going.

Personality:
When she was five her parents first said that she could be famous, with her art on sale all over the world, or a world famous singer. Alex now knows that they had been exaggerating but she has latched onto the idea. Although her history is so dark she is a really bright and happy person. She is pretty smart but would not be classed as the smartest. She loves to read, draw and try out different instruments. She is never that mean and although she is a pure blood she loves to hang around with muggles. Three of her old best friends were muggles who did not know what she was. She likes to make new friends constantly and is not shy. She hopes to be become popular. She never uses her vella powers at all. She sometimes says things by accident without thinking first. She loves to prank people and design new pranking items.

Sample RP:
Alexandra sat on the freshly mowed grass. It felt so great with the wind in her hair. She loved the outdoors and all of its creatures. It was a spring morning and she felt exhilarated. She could not wait to try out a few new prank items. She looked down at her sketchbook that was sitting on her lap. Drawn across it was a perfect sketch of what she was planning to make. A firework that spelled out words. It would take a while to make but she did not mind. Her sister was even interested in it. Alex was surprised at how supportive her sister was. A usual adult would think it insane to let a teenager play around with a wand trying to put something to gather that was meant to explode.

Alex stood up. She began to walk away from where she was sitting to go find the parts she needed for her new design. She might as well start soon or else she would never get it finished. She began to wonder who she might use it on.


Try to work a bit on the length of your posts in actual rp, please. ^^ I'm thinking Cossu.

[chloebeaumont]

First Name:
Chloe

Last Name:
Beaumont

Age:
Fourteen

Appearance:

Chloe has a very dark brown hair, that looks black in dark lighting. Chloe's hair is quite long, reaching about halfway down her back with a side fringe. She wears her hair in many different styles, depending on what she is doing on that particular day. During lesson times, her hair is in a ponytail or a messy bun sometimes. At the weekends, she wears her hair in loose curls or straight.

Her skin is white, but slightly tanned from being part Mexican. Her eyes are a chocolate brown, a few shades lighter than her hair. Chloe's eyebrows are arched around her oval eyes, the same color as her hair. Her nose is fairly straight and her lips are plump and pale pink. She wears makeup, but not much so that you can notice from afar that she actually has any on at all.

Chloe is around 5'5 and weighs about 110lbs. She considers herself average, though she is quite tall for her age. She likes the way she looks, so she won't change for anybody. Her style is quite random, as she only wears what she wants to wear. Her typical weekend outfit would include, a bright tee-shirt, skinny jeans, sneakers and some accessories.

History:

Chloe Adeline Beaumont was born on the 24th August 1994 to Brandon and Alice Beaumont in Paris. She was their first child, so she was a very spoilt child seeing as her parents never had another child after her. Chloe was quite happy about being an only child, with all of the attention she encountered off her parents and grandparents, but she couldn't help wishing that she'd had somebody around her own age to play with when she was younger.

Her parents knew that she was a since Chloe had turned five years old. She had turned the petals of a flower a different color without knowing what she had done. Her parents were very proud of her, because they knew that she would be going to Beauxbatons when she was older. She had grown up in a magical home, her whole family using magic all around her. Chloe was very excited when she finally received her Beauxbatons acceptance letter a couple of weeks before her 11th birthday.

Personality:

Chloe is quite shy, as she never experienced much going out of the hose when she was younger, because her parents lived in a muggle town. Her family had to keep to themselves, so Chloe never found herself having to be confident in front of strangers. She finds it very difficult to make friends because of her shyness, if somebody wants to talk to her they have to make the first move.

She likes to keep to herself, as she would much rather read a book than strike up a conversation. Chloe has never really experienced having proper friends, so she finds it very difficult to socialize and do things in a group. Her favorite things to do are reading, listening to music and going shopping with her mother in the city.

Sample RP:

Chloe slowly walked through the door into her new dorm room, dragging her trunk alongside her and carrying a rather large box with her other hand, which contained her cat. She plopped her trunk next to the bed on the very left, as she sat down on the very edge of it. Chloe lifted her cat out of its box and stroked it behind its ear, hearing an appreciative purr of delight from her. Chloe smiled, she really loved snowball, her new cat. Snowball was around 9 months old, a gift from her grandparents who bought it her from a wizarding pet shop in Paris.

Chloe gave a huge sigh before saying "I hope I like it here."

She was so sure of that she would like it here, but she now began to doubt the idea of coming here to learn. Chloe wished that she could see her parents again, but knew that she probably couldn't until the Christmas holidays, and that was if they weren't going on holiday, like they usually did at Christmas time. Just as her cat jumped off her lap, a girl with long blond hair and piercing blue eyes walked through the door.

"Hey!" The blond haired girl said, before sitting down beside her.

Maybe try to develop Chloe's personality a bit whilst rping? Must be Rouerie.

[jamesphoenix]

FIRST NAME:

james (a.k.a., jamie)

LAST NAME:

phoenix (previously spencer)

AGE:

seventeen (november 11th)

APPEARANCE:

Standing at 5' 11'', James isn't the tallest guy around, and he isn't even close to the shortest guy in the world. Let's just say that he's just slightly taller than average. James has all the features of a handsome and healthy seventeen year old. James has the iciest eyes you'll ever find. It's really unclear what color his eyes actually are. It really depends on the environment around him. In a normal or dim light, his eyes appear to be a bright, oceanic blue. In bright surroundings, like in sunlight, James' eyes are still blue, but they're so bright they almost look like two round crystals, like icicles. However, when he plays with his abilities to make fire, his blue eyes shift to red, mixing together warm hues with cold, making his eyes water. His eyes are the same color when he turns into his werewolf form, as they are when he uses his fire. His eyes is probably the most alluring feature about his face, but lets move on. James has dark brown hair, which is pretty shaggy, although not too long. His mid-length hair didn't always use to be brown, believe it or not. Chocolate brown appears to be his natural color, but in truth, he was born with golden blond hair. He changed his hair color after his adoptive mother passed away. Moving on, what can you say about his nose? It's...normal? Not big, but not small. It's an average size. The same goes for his lips, they're a perfectly normal size, and often have facial hair right under them. When he doesn't feel like shaving, which is most of the time, he wears a small goatee, and a thin beard, which lines along his chin, to both sides of his defined jawlines. He doesn't like too much facial hair, so I guess you could call him a bit shaggy. It defintely gives him that devil may care appearance. His stature is athletic, though most of his muscles weren't acquired from sports, but more from life on the streets, working out and getting into fights, though he did play a lot of football and rugby with his friends, along with being on the swim team at his high school. Though, he spent more time in detention than at practice. As for tattoo's and piercings and all that good stuff, James wears a golden ring with an engraving of flames stretching around the whole ring, a ring that James calls "the ring of fire". The engraving glows red when his temper rises, or he plays with fire. His mother gave it to him, so he wears it everywhere. He also wears a golden watch, which shows a picture of his real mother and himself as a baby when you flip up the lid that covers the time, taken just a while after he was born. It's the only thing he had to remember his original mother by. As for tattoo's, he has one. The tattoo is a memorial cross, tattoo. It was in remembrance of his deceased girlfriend, which is on his back, and spans from shoulderblade to shoulderblade. As for style, he's very laid back. You'll often find him in dark jeans, a band t-shirt, and his worn leather jacket. He's not a fashionista, far from it. He just wears whatever he feels like wearing. He's a pretty simple dresser. Though, he could be just as suave as the next person. He has a lot of nice clothes stored from his modeling days. He doesn't wear them much..

HISTORY:

November 11th. Seventeen years ago. That's when James' story starts. The location is Paris, France; in the largest hospital in the city. A blond woman had just survived nineteen hours of labor. In her arms was a little baby boy, whom she named James Orion Spencer, his first name inspired by his grandfather and his last name inspired by the family name. The woman who'd brought James into this world was named Charlotte Spencer. As for the father, he wasn't at the birth, he only showed up during the conceiving nine months before. He was an emotionless demon-blooded man named Orion. His last name was unknown to everyone, and he was several hundred years old. He passed his demonic blood down to James, but thankfully he had magical blood passed down to him as well, so he wasn't a full demon, just a third (he was half demon until he became a werewolf) demon, and had the power to create fire using the warmth and dryness in the air. Anyway, Charlotte delievered her son by herself, with the aid of a doctor. There were no family to witness the birth, or no father or friends. Charlotte was in it alone, especially since after the demon Orion seduced her, he left her the bed, inside a large inn and was never heard from again. So, it was quite true in saying that James was a demon love child. It sounded bad, but it was true. The father seduced the mother, and made his way out of town. Nine months later, Charlotte was giving birth to a baby boy with the iciest blue eyes you've ever seen.

Being only nineteen, Charlotte did not have the means to support herself and a child at the same time. She was only in France for a vacation with her art history class for a few weeks. They came to Paris to look at the various masterpieces for inspiration. They were going to make a collage and a scrapbook of their trip. Being an art major, Charlotte decided to go along, and that's where she met Orion, and had the one night stand with the greek devonaire demon. After resting up in the hospital for only a day, Charlotte took her son home with her, to the hotel where her and her classmates were staying. Of course, nobody knew about the baby. Charlotte was kind of distant, so nobody noticed her strange behavior, or her baby crying in the room. Only her best friend, Gabriella, knew about it. There was a little french/greek/canadian baby in the hotel room and only one teenager to take care of him. She knew she couldn't do it. So, Charlotte decided that she would drop him off at an adoption agency, otherwise a orphanage, on her way back home. She lived in Ontario, Canada with her family, near the college she attended. You may wonder how he could be french if his mother lived in Canada. Well, as you know, a lot of Canada used to be under french rule. Well, the part of Ontario he'd come from had a lot of french people living there, and his mother and her family was french. His father had been born in Greece, so he was part Greek as well. Anyhow, Charlotte knew she couldn't keep James, even though she'd grown quite attatched to him. Even though she had to give him up, she also wanted to be able to visit him. So, after another two weeks of being in France, Charlotte and her class flew back to Woodstalk, Ontario. She couldn't let her family know what had happened, in fear of what they would say. She didn't want to disappoint them, so she dropped him off at the Woodstalk Orphanage. She eventually went back home after she'd dropped him off, but often visited the little baby at St. Mary's Orphanage. Over the visits, she'd got to know her baby a long time. But on her last visit, a young married couple had James in their arms, having just filled out adoption papers. They were going to be the new parents of James, and his new name would be James Orion Phoenix. On that last day she'd see her son, she gave him a gift, a golden watch that she'd spent all her money on. She gave it to the couple, telling them to give it to James on his sixteenth birthday. It had a moving picture that had Charlotte and a newborn James in it, waving. Once you flipped the golden lid open, you could see the picture, like the inside of a pocket watch. That was the last time he'd ever see his mother, and he wouldn't even remember the day.

Marie and Jericho Phoenix were the two that adopted James, and gave him their last name. They were Americans on vacation in Canada for the weekend. They lived in a middle-class neighborhood in Chicago, Illinois. Marie was a fashion designer in Chicago, and ran her own boutique, and his father was a business man, who worked at a law firm. Though, on the weekends, Jericho participating in boxing matches. For the most part, he was a boxing coach, but he sometimes participated in the fights. The couple tried their hardest to give their adoptive son the best life they could, and they did a great job. Sure, he wasn't rich and could't have anything he wanted, but he had a good life, and mroe than enough to get by. His life was pretty perfect. He'd learned about his magical powers, started practicing, and was eventually ready to attend a magical school, and get out of middle school. He was thirteen years old, and ready to take on the world, but he soon came to find that his life could change in a blink of an eye. The weekend after James' thirteenth birthday, his mother told him she'd be home for his big party. He'd just gotten his presents on his birthday, but had a large party on the weekend. Marie was at a fashion show in Milan, where her dresses and lingerie would be on display. She was on a plane, headed back to Chicago, when she called her son to say she was coming home. James was excited to see her, after the long two weeks his mother had been gone. Unfortunately, she never made it to the party. The fuel gage on the plane was reading wrong, and it ran out of gas while it was in the air. The plane crashed in a small town in Ohio, on a valley. She was only about an hour or so away from Chicago, but she never made it home. After her death, both James and Jericho were never the same. Jericho gradually became an alcoholic, drinking whenever he had the chance. Dont mix this up with some sob story, sure he was an alcohol, but he'd never hit his son in his life. James had to help him a lot though, mostly when it was time for bed. He'd have to help his father in the room. He loved his father a lot, and his father returned the love. But after a couple years of being a hopeless alcoholic, James just quite caring whether his father went to bed or not. As far as he was concerned, he could just pass out on the couch. He cared for his father, but he couldn't take care of him his whole life. He was a teenager now, and had a life, he couldn't stop it just because his father drank his troubles away. It wasn't long before James got mixed in with the wrong crowd. Without his fathers guidance or wisdom, the boy started smoking and drinking, still underage at the age of fifteen. During his early teenage years, he'd gotten into more trouble than anyone he'd known. He hung out with the worst crowd, smoked cigarettes all the time, stole, cheated, and did everything that went against everything he was taught. After his first time in jail, after shoplifting, his father took him home and finally talked to him, after being a drunk so long, it surprised James how Jericho sat him down and straightened him out. They both vowed that they would clean themselves off. Jericho focused on his job once more, coaching his boxing team once more. James focused more on his schoolwork than on fighting and stealing with the hoodlums that he called friends. It was too late to permanently repent for his past deeds, for he had the blood of a werewolf running through his veins. He'd slept with a girl on his sixteenth birthday, a girl named Kaina, a werewolf. Let's just say there was no such thing as safe sex with a werewolf, especially when they liked to bite. Now he had a dark secret, and he planned to keep it so.

After he turned sixteen, his father gave him the golden watch that his maternal mother gave to him the last time they met. His father spent that whole day telling him about that day, and all about his mother and what happened. Surprisingly, he didn't have any ill feelings toward his mother. Actually, he hoped to find her, but came to find that she'd passed on. His father had eventually killed her. The reason was unknown to both Jericho and James, but they had their own beliefs. James personally believed that he killed her because he was a monster, and because she gave up his child, whom Orion hoped to train as a demon. It might be off, but that was his theory. On that same day, Jericho gave him a golden ring with engraved flames on it. Knowing of the pyro power that James held inside him, Jericho and Marie bought the ring from a magical jewlery dealer for James for his thirteenth birthday, but he never got it because of the accident. His father had recently found it and gave it to him. So, to commemorate his two mothers and his father, he wore the ring and the watch on the same arm, his right arm. He was left handed, so it only seemed right to wear both on his right hand. After he turned sixteen, James and Jericho had both cleaned up, and in the process of cleansing, James met his first girlfriend, Alexandria, whom he nicknamed Lexi. They were a strong couple all through high school, and even though they only lasted one year, they were convinced they were soulmates. They had many good times, but it would all come to a large crash one night when they were both seventeen. It was a full moon, and being a werewolf, James turned into his wolf form. They had been in the woods, which was in his parents back yard, a place where they often met to talk and most likely make out. They'd had their first time there, no matter how romantic or unromantic that may have seemed. They'd had their final time that night. A while after their activites were through, they laid stood against a tree, fully clothed again. They had just confessed their love for each other, like they had many times before, but something was different tonight. He found himself wanting to hurt the girl, even though he didn't confess this. That's when he seen the full moon. James told her to run and find his father, who had administered a potion to him whenever he turned so he'd be in his right mind, a poition called wolfsbane. It was a special blend his father had made, being an expert at potions in Salem Academy, an american magical school. It actually reversed the transformation. James told the girl to run and get his father. She ran as fast as she could, but it would all be for nothing. Quicker than he could register, James turned into his werewolf form with a loud howl. The wolf ran through the woods, tracking the girls blood that he so desperately wanted to taste while he was in human form. The girl had reached James' house, but his father wasn't there. So, she grabbed on of the needles and ran into the woods again. She seen the wolf and inched towards him. She knew that he wouldn't care who she was, but that didn't affect her. She loved him and wanted to help him, so she ran towards him with the needle pointed like a knife. The wolf growled and raced towards her. She held out the needle, ready to inject him with a force, but she was to slow. She'd gotten the needle into him, but James had tackled her and ripped into her neck. The serum worked fast, and he found himself turning back into his human form, holding her in his arms. He looked down at her and broke down crying and screaming. He'd lost the one love he'd ever had. That made three women in his life that had died. He swore to himself that he'd never love anyone again, though we all know how well that works out. James and Jericho went to her funeral, the funeral home and police announcing that she'd been mulled by some kind of animal in the woods. From that moment on, James closed himself off from other people. He put a single red rose on her casket before she was lowered, and that was the last time he'd see the girl, before he started dreaming about her. After that, he decided he was going away. He was going to his original home, France. He would finally attend a magical school. He needed to move on, and he had a chance.

PERSONALITY:

Scorpio's are arguably the most straight-shooting direct of all the zodiacs, and being a Scorpio himself, James is a very direct and blunt person. He may keep his emotions inside most of the time, but if he doesn't like something about you, or if you're annoying him to no end, he'll tell you straight forward. You can either hate that or love that about him. If he's saying it to you, most likely, you wont like it. But, imagine if your enemy irritating James, and told your enemy exactly what he thought of him. You'd love it, wouldn't you? Directness is just that kind of trait. You love him or you hate him. James is very intense in that way, and in a way that you'd only get to see if you were alone with him, if you catch my drift. Yeah, I knew you were fantasizing. Which brings me to his next trait. James can be very arrogant and sure of himself. He loves to get under peoples skin, especially if he isn't fond of the person. Say there's a girl that finds him completely annoying, and it probably will happen, she may be rolling her eyes at him, or giving him a dirty look. Since he's so smug, he'd just look at her and make kissy lips at her, and probably throw in a wink, grin, then walk away. That's just how he is. Again, love him or hate him. He may be kind of smug sometimes, but he is very intuitive. Both book-wise and common sense wise. Even though he's rough around the edges, James has an impressive body of knowledge. He blames his adoptive parents. His mother used to read him the dictionary and would make him do jumbo crossword puzzles with her. Even though he got into trouble a lot as a child and teenager, James was incredibly bright, and was no idiot when it came to relationships and life. He knew how to get what he wanted, and he often used his looks or a bit of manipulation. He was good at it. These days, he doesn't really have the will to manipulate anyone. James can be very complex and difficult. He keeps everything in, and some days he' can be the most quiet person around and then the next day he can be the most hyper thing you've ever seen. That happened back in school when he was in drama. He used to sing and act in plays all the time. He was quiet off stage, but when he was on stage, he was lively and outgoing, and could deliver a punchline or a high note with ease.

He's quite a funny guy. It's very dry humor, though. Picture Bea Arthur (r.i.p., bea) in a teenage male form. He's like that. He delivers the most sarcastic, yet painfully serious, comment with perfect timing, whether you want to hear it or not. He doesn't really mean to be funny, actually, his sarcasm comes naturally and most times, it cracks people up. For instance, one time this girl who completely annoyed James, came up to him and told him all about her sexual escapade the night before. Well, just imagine how much James cared. "It was a feeling as if I was a virgin", she told him. James had rolled his eyes, drawing a comic strip. He could resist saying something sarcastic, but he had a totally serious look on his face. Then, he told her "you mean, the feeling didn't last long..." The girl had been surprised at him, and asked if he was accusing her of losing her virginity at an early age. Then, he told her "i'm just saying that you're lucky that jack and jill magazine didn't have a gossip column" Of course, he was implying that she lost her virginity while she was still quite a toddler. This shocked her, but she pushed it away, but that would never work. She then told him she thought they were meant to be together. Annoyed completely with her now, he decided that he needed to get her to leave as soon as possible. So, in reply, he told her "I wish I could say the same for your thighs" This made the girls eyes totally bug out. She told him that she simply would not stand for that! One last comment would do it, James knew it. So, he replied "but I bet you'll lay down for it". The girl screamed and ran off back into the high school. Yes, he was quite a pistol, and is to this day. He can seem kind of bitter at times in his humor, but that's just Jamie. He was determined to get that girl to buzz off, and it's that determination that sets him apart from everyone else. He's a very determined soul, in both will and mental determination. You could say he has a laser beam mental focus. When he focuses on one thing, he sticks to it until he's accomplished whatever it is he's hoping to accomplish. He'll do anything he can to get what he's after, and sometimes that means hurting the people you love, but he believes it's a sacrifice you have to make sometimes. James is incredibly serious at times, and painfully truthful. Don't ask James if you don't want to know the unvarnished truth. There's no sugar-coating whatsoever here, even if the truth is not pretty. He can sometimes be very critical, and it hurts people at times, and then he has to muster up an apology. He doesn't mean to do it, that's just his nature. He blames his demonic father. From the stories he'd heard, his father Orion was a cold man. However, by the same token, when James gives you a compliment, it's not as a condescending gesture, but rather a straight-out, honest assessment that you can indeed be proud of.

Although James generally performs well in social and work situations, he is most comfortable either alone or with the small circle of family and friends he is closest to. James is fiercely self-reliant and will almost never seek out the advice of others, preferring to look to himself for his answers. He doesn't ask for help because he doesn't like the feeling of being in debt to someone. Like many Scorpio's, James has penetrating eyes. He can make anyone tell the truth with them. They are a penetrating icy blue, and nobody ever knows what's behind those icy orbs. f you have found a romantic partner in James, you have a fiercely private, deeply feeling partner indeed. You may have to get used to the fact that you will never know everything about him, but rest assured that if he feels a strong connection to you, he will let you know what you need to know. Indeed, if he didn't feel a strong connection to you, you wouldn't even be around! James is very loyal and expects the same from you. He is a highly intuitive individual, and will likely instinctively know what you need and want - a very good trait to have in a partner. However, his intuition will also pick up on imperfections in the relationship, so don't be surprised if he zeros in and starts asking probing questions if you are trying to hide something from him. You'd better be very careful if you plan to surprise him with a birthday party, eh? So, let's get to the most dominating trait within James Phoenix eyes. His temper. Man, does he have a temper. It can be quite a horrible temper. He can, a lot of the time, keep his anger inside, but a lot of the time he just cant. When he's severely angry, his eyes start to water and a strip of red form around the outline of his eyes. The power of fire rises within him and often, fire will appear in his hands. His demonic blood definitely plays a part in his temper, which is why he makes fire. He is a pyro, so that makes for a fiery temper. Let's just say that you should run if you provoke him. So, to wrap this up, James is quiet, smart, sarcastic, creative (he writes and draws comics), temperamental, intuitive, and ambitious.

SAMPLE RP:

Why did he do it? Why? He couldn't understand why. The air was crisp and breezy as James stood in front of a casket. Today was the day of the services and funeral of his beloved Alexandria. They were doing it all at the graveyard in one day. James reached out, his palm pressing against the sleek black coffin. This was still so unreal to him. Yesterday, he had been kissing this girl, and just last night he'd made love to her, and today, she was gone. With labored breathing, James put his whole left hand against the rather cold steel coffin. As soon as his fingertips touched the surface, flashbacks of the night before played forward in his mind. Why did he have to be reminded?

It was about eleven at night. James and Alexandria were putting their clothes back on after a romantic night. Just as James saw the moon, he could feel himself starting to change. "GO GET MY DAD! RUN LEXI!", James yelled. Lexi nodded in both fear and detemination, giving him one last kiss on the lips, a kiss that lasted a good minute. James watched her run through the woods, closing his eyes blue eyes. Usually, he didn't complain about being a werewolf. The perks were great, but the full moons were a curse, unless he had the potions that his father made. Having been a potions major at Salem Academy, an american magical school, he made a great wolfsbane potion that actually reversed the transformation process. But then there were potions that just let him stay in his right mind while he was a wolf. They were miracles. James looked at the moon, screaming as he started to turn, his scream starting to turn into a howl as he changed into his wolf form, his clothes tattered and on the ground. So much for putting them back on. This was bad, she hadn't come back with the cure in time. He was a wolf now, and there was no stopping him. The wolf started running through the forest, tracking the blood of Alexandria. James wasn't in his right mind--he was a savage beast, and didn't know Alexandria from a piece of steak tenderloin. Just as he turned the corner of the woods, Alexandria came running at him with the cure. "I'M COMING, JAMES!", Alexandria screamed at the top of her lungs, her medium-toned voice straining as she shouted. She ran towards him, and James ran toward her, with one objective--tear her apart. Alexandria ran right into the wolfs arms, stabbing him with the cure. But by that time, the wolf had ripped into her neck. The wolf looked down to find a needle in his stomach. He pulled it out and dropped it, slowly turning back into his human form, looking down at the beautiful girl. Her eyes looked up at him, as green as could be, an almost emerald color as the light started to leave her. James held her in one arm, her body arched back, her long wavy brown hair hanging over his hand. "I love you, James.", she told him before going limp in his arms. James looked at her, tears filling his eyes. "N-No..NO!", James started in a low voice, screaming by the end. He just held her there, biting his lip as tears ran down his face. "I-Im sorry..Im so sorry." He just stood there with her in his arms, holding her close, his hand through her hair.

James opened his eyes, looking at the casket, opening it with the same look he had when he found her in his arms, limp. She was so beautiful, even in death. She had her favorite dress on, compliments of James. He'd planned everything. Both her parents had died and she lived in an apartment alone, so nobody would have given her a service if James hadn't known her. "I'm so sorry, Lexi. I love you.", James told the porcelain skinned seventeen year old. A single tear dropped from both of his eyes, rolling down his flesh. "This isn't goodbye. I'll see you again...", he told her with a forced smile, placing a single red rose in her cold hand. James closed his eyes and nodded in disbelief, closing the casket, watching them lower it into the ground. "Are you okay, son?" A handsome man with shoulder-length brown hair, which was wrapped in a pony tail, came up to James with a sympathetic expression. "No...No Im not okay.", James looked at the male, whom he called his father, even though he was his adoptive father. "I can't stay here. Im going to France, dad. I'm gonna give that magic school a shot.", he told him, looking between him and the gravestone he'd ordered for his love. "I understand, I'll help you pack, Jamie." How many times did he have to tell his father not to call him that? James nodded to his father and looked at the gravestone, which read Alexandria Lyra Pierrez, loving daughter and girlfriend. Under that, it read you were loved tremendously, rest in peace. James nodded at the gravestone, exhaling deeply before turning to his father. "I'm ready.", he told him and sighed heavily, walking to the car, never turning back. One stop to get packed, and then he was out of here. He had to move on.

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This was extremely well written, kudos. And James was very difficult to sort...but I'm actually thinking Rouerie...

[nowyourreallylivin]

First Name
Pippa

Last Name
Patridge

Age
sixteen

Appearance
From her tanned, perfect skin, sleek figure, and hazel eyes, to the chocolate brown locks that shape her face in the soffest form, Pippa is short from perfection, pursed lips hide a glowing white smile, almsot as radient as the glow from her eyes. Only 5 ft'2. Pippa stands short next to most people, good things come in small packages

History
Pippa was born on the 28th of january, 1993. Abandoned at birth by her mother Gabriella, Pippa was left to be rasied by her father. At the tender age of 7, Pippa and her father Ray moved to New york city, where Ray shortly re-married to a magazine editor, Shelly, and Pippa started her education at a private school. It was a ritzy start to life, her Farther and step mother being highly well off. As Pippa grew up, she was given everything she needed, and wanted, Money wasnt no object. By the time she was 12, Pippa was happy in her life, the most popular, pretty, rich girl at her school, but she couldnt help but think something was missing. She began to ask Her farther abut her mother, what was she like, where did she go, but every time she asked, Ray would simply reply "she didnt love you". At 15, the popularity started to get to Pippa. She started drinking and smoking, going out every night and partying with her friends, a different guy every night, she had gained a repuation. But she didnt do it because it was fun, or because everyone else was doing it, She did it because it made her stop thinking about her mother, it made the pain less. One night
Pippa returned home to find her step mother and farther dead on the lounge room floor, having harshly being murdered. It tore her to shreads, and shortly after she started attending councilling. After seeing the two people she loved most dead, Pippa wasnt the same. She had no family left, or so she thought. 3 weeks later, Pippa was sent to the English country side to live with her Aunt Margarette, her mothers sister,a lady she had never met before. Her aunt spoke about her mother, a kind and caring woman. "she never wanted to leave you" she would say "she wanted you to have a normal life". It made no sence to Pippa, a normal life?? three days before Pippas 16th birthday, her Aunt gave her a letter, on the back was written "love gabriella" (her mother). It explained everything, why she ahd left, and never came back. Pippas mother was a witch, her farther told her to leave and never come back, he didnt want his daughter growing up with such weirdness around her. Her aunt gave her a choice, attend a normal school in england, or attend Beauxbatons school of magic, the same school her mother had gone to whe she was younger.

Personality
Pippa is a loud, outgoing girl. She has a large ego, and is quite full of herself, she knows she pretty, she knows people like her. But she isnt a b*tch, she has feelings and she knows other people do aswell. Popularity is everything to her, without friends she would be nowhere, as they are the only family she has ever properly had. Shes very sneaky and likes to break the rules. Shes a flirt, loves boys, loves partying and all the rest. She isnt one to show much emotion, she keeps things bottled up inside ad jsut acts like everything is ok, her anger like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode. Pippa has never been the same since her father died, infact she became even more wild after it happened, she doesnt speak of him , to anyone, she jsut acts like it never happeend, like he never existed.

Sample RP
A large thud woke Pippa up, a car msut have backfired. As she looked around, all she could see was trees and mist, it was raining outside, a rather soothing sound. So this is what England was like. She hated the rain, and she missed her old life already. Cars zoomed past, with everyone a wave of thin water would arch under the wheel. They had to be close to her aunts house, shed been asleep for atleast 2 hours already. The car slowly pulled over out the front of a small cottege, it was cute, homely. "wher 'ere mam", said the driver. With a smile, Pippa stepped from the car. As she began to walk up the path way towards the house, the front door flung open so hard it was amazing that it was still attached to its hinges. "YOUR HERE" screetched a short, plump lady. Dressed in Bright yellow pants, a lime green woollen sweater and a straw hat with a flower in it, it was obvious she wasnt much into fashion. But her clothes wernt the thing that Pippa noticed first. She noticed, that Her Aunt was a spitting image, of her mother.

Maybe you could try to develop Pippa a bit more in role plays? Must be Sournois.

[adisyn]

First Name: Xada
Last Name: Stravengate
Age: 17 forever
Appearance:

History: Xada can hardly remember her life before becoming a vampire. But she has had over 100 years to improve her life. She does drink human blood, but only with their permission. If she dont have permission, then she resorts to animals. Over the past 100 year, Xada had been "adopted" by her father and also vampire, Jamison Stravengate and her mother and part vampire, Kaileigh Stravengate. Xada is sure she had sisters and brothers in her past life but can not recall. As for her adopted family, she is an only child. Her family is wealthy, and you can tell, but her personailty says otherwise. She is very modest about it. She has a scar on her shoulder where she was bit. She spends most of her days hanging with friends or reading a book or painting pictures. Most nights, she is caught outside in the open air.

Personality: CREATIVE: Xada loves to read and write and paint. Her inspirations come from the life she can not rememeber, so she paints what she believes and hopes it was like. She likes words, so that is why she is lost in the world of books. And writing, she can express herself with out and judgements. Back home, she has a room full of books and the walls are covered with her paintings.

STRONG: She has strength for a girl, but not super human strength. She can handle the most fragile roses and glass, but at the same time she can break the concrete if the situation calls for it. Her strength comes from the venom running through her veins.

EXTROVERT: Xada isn't all that shy, but she hardly speaks outta term in class. She keeps to herself when she is busy with her reading, writing, or painting...but she loves to be the life of the party. With her dark, seductive looks, Xada seems to be a magnet for attention..attention that she doesnt always want.

LOVING and FAITHFUL: Xada has been with quite a few people, and is very faithful to her love and her friends.

OTHER: Xada stands up for what she believes and does not bully anyone but those that bully others. [[LOL.]]

Sample RP: Quietly, Xada stepped out of the shadows to let her prey see her. She sauntered closer to him, her eyes buring into his. When she was next to him, she reached out and touched him.

"I've seen you around. You know me. Please. If its ok with you, I need your blood. Please. If not its ok, I can find an animal."

She never took the power of freewill from her prey, but it was humans blood that kept her strong. She tossed her crimsom hair and let the cool night breeze catch the scent. Slowly she began to back away.

"No wait. I do know you. I know what you are. I have had my eye on you for a while now. I have wanted you, but just couldnt ever approach you. You can have my blood...if you want."

Xada stopped where she was an examined her prey once more. She froze. It was [censored]. She had indeed had her eye on him for a while now. She wanted to make him hers. She was scared though for him to find out what she was. The best thing about someone being her prey, they didnt remember the next day.

"[censored]?"

The next thing she knew, her mouth was on his. Passionately kissing him and exploring every inch if his mouth and lips. then slowly, she moved down to his neck and let her fangs pierce his skin. She felt the warm liquid begin to intoxicate her. She drank only a bit and pulled away, and decided to stay with this one. She wanted him to remember.

OCC:this is just a taste of my vampire but not necessarily my plot. hope you liked.[/size]

I'm not really getting a strong sense of who Xada is or where to place her through this, I apologize. Could you perhaps expand on her personality a bit more so as to make it easier?

[jess]

First Name:
Jessica Caroline
Last Name:
Whitman
Age:
Two hundred one years old
Appearance:
In the body of a eleven-year-old, Jess looks very child-like. She has large, light blue eyes, that are tinted with a minty green color. She has wavy brown hair that comes just centimeters below her shoulders. She is very small, even for her age, due to her fairy blood. She has a very mediocre sense of style, on the border of great.
History:
Jess was born August Twelfth, 1808, to two loving parents. Her father was a full blooded wizard, that had been in a long line of pure bloods, but he chose to be with the love of his life, and Jessica's mother. Jessica's mother was very petite, and was a full blooded fairy.

At the tender age of seven years old, her mother and father was transferred from Maryland, to France. Jess's choices were to go to a relatives' house, or go to France. She chose the obvious path, and went to France. She ended up loving it to bits and pieces.

Now, she was sent to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, where her cousins, Audrey and Nicolette now resided.
Personality:
Jess is a very upbeat, outgoing person. She has the energy of a five year old, being two hundred. She is a positive person, usually. It takes a whole lot more than a poke or jab to get her goat. She likes to laugh and joke around, therefore she is never taken seriously.

Jess hates when people make fun of her size. She thinks that it's not her fault that she is that size, just fate's.
Sample RP:
Jessica stepped out of the white carriage, revealing a whole new world to her. She stepped down the steps, and waited for the white-winged horses to trot away. She sat her bags down, and marveled at the sight before her. So this was Beauxbatons, her new home.

She tightened her grip on her suitcases, waddling to the large two-story doors that lead into the vast castle. When she reached the stairs leading up to the doors, she quickly raced up the stairs, letting each foot bounce on the stone. She sat down her two large, heavy suitcases, and held the handle of the door, heaving a sigh out of her dormant lungs.

She pushed the door open, with all her might, finally making it budge. She ran back to her suitcases, scooping them up in her arms, and skipping into the new place, before the doors closed.

I'm finding it extremely hard to choose a house for Jessica as well. But I'm thinking Cossu.

[xxduboisxx]

First Name:

Angelique Paige

Last Name:

Dubois

Age:

Eleven

Appearance:

History:

Angelique Paige Dubois was born two years after Andree Anne Dubois, who is technically her older sister. In Saint-Etienne, France, there, Angelique was bred in and born December 11th, a few months after her older sister had her 3rd birthday. Her mother was part veela, which made her and her older sister veelas by blood. Angelique's dominant bloodline is the human in her, so she claims to be purely a human. Her mother was part veela, so Angelique has several veela qualities in her. She stays in her human form almost all the time, since she doesn't like it when her wings sprout from her back and she changes pretty much to the monster she, her sister, and her mother were born with, which could be a major mistake considering their parents broke up (literally divorce) due to their different but almost similar species. In due fact, it was because Ang and Dree's mother wanted to protect their father from certain death that she could impose on him, which she almost brought on during several occasions. Ang knew these accidents weren't on purpose, but she refused to want to leave their father behind. Her decision led to having visiting hours for their father, but Andree didn't want to go with her, so she had to go alone since she trusted herself to avoid attacking her father. That was what put her in the wrong at the first place. She got mad during one of her visits to the playground and when she got home, she unconsciously transformed to the beast she really was inside and nearly killed her father. It was pure luck that Ang managed to snap out of it before she tore her father to pieces. Ashamed and heartbroken, she vowed never to go to her father again.

The incident didn't change her personality, but it left a gaping hole in her heart that was never filled. She was a child back then, around three years old and as she grew, the memory became steadily dimmer until it reached the point that she forgot about it entirely. She only remembers that she couldn't visit her father ever again. She grew into a boisterous girl, one who didn't like to shoulder responsibility very much. She was the counterpart of her sister who was very sarcastic and such. Angelique loves Andree, her older sister, unconditionally like every sibling in the whole wide world. She often wonders how she and Andree are related, but she understands that every siblings have their own differences and this one was like any other case. She grew up to be a very strong-willed girl, which her mother and sister had to constantly look after. You didn't know when she'd sentence herself to death by running across the street with a car steadily approaching, which she kinda did once but hey, she didn’t get hit. That’s all that matters, right? Right. She had several nearly-fatal incidents in her life, all which could’ve given anyone a heart attack, but she enjoys her adrenaline rush as much as she loved cookies and milk on Christmas eve. Yeah, she was very random even as a child, but that didn’t mean she had no dislike for books, no. She loved reading books. In her world, books were her bestest friend.

One day, like any other, Ang did something very extreme for a girl about six years of age. It was kinda funny, heck. She found it very hilarious in fact. She jumped into the deepest part of the ocean once when she and Andree went off to do a swim. Andree was livid with anger, but Ang was red in the face with laughter. She had swum five feet down and had stayed there for a very long time. Andree had gone mad with searching for her but had gotten angry when Ang resurfaced a couple minutes later, panting and coughing out seawater. She had gotten scolded for that one, but she didn’t mind. She caused trouble sometimes, but nothing too extreme like killing someone for instance. She’s just your wild and wacky child looking for adventure every step of the way. Ang’s behaviour and personality really irritates her older sister, but it grew on her somehow. Andree doesn’t get mad at her every antic now, she just gets annoyed slightly. Once Andree started casting spells, Ang got jealous. You know, really jealous. She wanted to do magic too, but heck, she just couldn’t yet. She wasn’t ‘of age’ yet, as her mother once said. This made Ang a serious bookworm. She buried her head in books and never resurfaced until Andree left for Beauxbatons. By then, she was just seven years old. When Andree did leave, her mother began looking at her as if she’d throw a weird tantrum or something. She never did throw those when she was old enough to understand what she was doing. Usually, she threw those when she was about a newborn baby to two and a half years old. A long time, in fact. Unexpectedly, when Andree was away and Ang was ten, she did something weird. Really weird that she hadn’t managed to do as a trickster. She made her neighbor’s cat color green! The neighbor had been astounded at aghast and wondered what on Earth happened to that cat. Ang never really told him what happened, since after her mother found out about that incident, she started teaching her until the acceptance letter arrived, saying that she was accepted at Beauxbatons, the school her older sister went to.

Personality:

Angelique is different from her older sister as Swiss cheese is related to barbeque. Yep, they are that different. It’s as if they were born from different families, which they’re not. Angelique is a wild, wacky and fun-loving eleven year-old, which is very different from her older sister. She loves adrenaline-inducing stunts, which make her different from her older sister who’s very quiet. The only thing they have in common is pulling pranks with their magic every now and then, though Angelique’s seen doing it more often than Andree, her older sister. Angelique isn’t self-absorbed, no, not one drop of that trait is on her. She doesn’t care if she gets grimy, greasy, or even muddy. She just loves anything that fuels up her adrenaline! Well, she goes an astounding transformation when confronted with books. She stops looking for an adrenaline rush and becomes a little know-it-all just because she read several knowledge-packed books while waiting for Andree to leave home for Beauxbatons. Angelique thinks she got this from Andree, but it’s not. It just formed into her when she began reading books. Also, she becomes tame whenever classes are in session because of on sacred thing; books. The only thing to have Angelique be the little angel she should be is to give her books to read. That’s the only thing known to have her shut her mouth up. Also, Angelique is a little forgetful at times. She tends to forget things that don’t have any meaning to her, like address papers (she’s already lost several of these), other people’s names (unless they’re in her close circle) and several more. Since Angelique is quite the wacky and active child, she tends to dye her hair brown, red and even blonde. So don't be surprised when you see her having a new hair color.

Sample RP:

Great. Just great. She was gonna go to the school that her older sister was going? Awesome! Seriously, she loved to go to Beauxbatons. She couldn’t wait to see her older sister’s face when she realized that she’d have to watch over Angelique. Priceless. She can’t wait to see that! Giggling, she ran to her room to get packed. The train would be leaving tomorrow and her mom wanted her to be there early. She didn’t want Angelique to be left behind, just as she had been left by the carpool. You see, Angelique didn’t want to rush around doing last minute things, and she was too busy to prepare beforehand so her mother made sure that she had nothing to do that night so she could prepare her stuff for tomorrow. “Elle wasn' ; t aiment cela avec Andree,” (which means “She wasn’t like that with Andree”) she said in her fluent and soft French. Shrugging, she grabbed a few shirts and threw them inside the open trunk her mother must’ve prepared for her. Rolling her eyes, she grumbled. “I' ; m pas un bébé plus,” (“I’m not a baby anymore”) she grumbled, throwing some more clothes that weren’t ripped and were in tiptop condition. In other words, the clothes that she didn’t manage to wear more than once, ever. She only used favorites of hers since they proved to be durable for the extreme things she’d do. Those clothes were usually in tatters right now, but heck, she loved them anyway. They proved to be good during extreme activities, and that’s why she loved them.

After she tossed all usable clothes in her trunk, she threw in her brush, her socks, and some jackets before she closed her trunk with a snap and it locked immediately once the two ends met. The trunk looked fairly new, since she didn’t use it at all the past years since she usually stuck with backpacks and such. Thinking about it, she wanted to use a backpack. Making a mad dash to her closet, or as mad the dash could have gone, seeing that she has a very cluttered room, she flung it open and searched for the backpacks that she owned. Surprisingly, none of them were there. A note was taped to the wall saying Use the trunk. That’s final. ~M. So mom had made sure that she wouldn’t, couldn’t, be able to use her backpacks to ensure the use of the trunk. Sighing, the eleven year-old crumpled the note and started to ready herself for bed. She didn’t want to go and do an early goodbye. She was horrible at those things. Removing her sweats, she pulled on her Wicked shirt and pulled on some jogging pants before she slid into her bed, the only clean thing in her room. In a few moments, she drifted off to sleep. Her mom wasn’t going to the grocery store that evening, apparently. She must’ve made it a mission to see to it that Ang didn’t try to sneak past her to get her bags. “Why doesn’t she trust me?” She frowned before she slipped into a dreamless sleep. She was used to having extreme dreams every night, so you could say this was a new thing for her.

“Angelique. Angelique. Réveillez-vous!” (Wake up!)

Her mother’s voice rang out in her ear as Angelique opened her sleep-filled eyes. “Cinq minutes supplémentaires…” (Five more minutes…) Ang muttered sleepily, putting a pillow over her head. She could see the sunlight pouring in through the window beside her, and she wished she hadn’t acknowledged that fact. “Maman, quand le train part-il?” (Mom, when does the train leave?) Angelique asked, pushing herself up into a sitting position. “Why, in less than thirty minutes, enfant!” Her mom exclaimed, mixing English and French together. “Thirty minutes?! Quelle heure est-il?” (What time is it?) She said, also mixing the two languages together. “Huit quinze.” (Eight fifteen.) Her mother answered, back to French. “Naw!” She whined, pushing the covers back and jumping out of her bed. She noticed that her room was cleaner, and that the large trunk and the few bags she was allowed to used was gone from where it was placed last night. “Maman, pourquoi est-il ma chambre propre?” (Mom, why is my room clean?) She asked, puzzled. Her mother replied from the outside of the door that she had cleaned before she had woken up.

Stumbling around in her haste, she ran around, getting ready for the travel. She took an apple from the table before she jumped into her mother’s car, now wearing a proper attire for once. A pink sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans paired of with brand-new sneakers. Her hair was held back by a headband, and for once, she looked tamed. Not the wild and wacky person she was. As her mom pulled away from the driveway after the car was revved up, the child watched as the house steadily got farther. “This is gonna be wicked.” She said, excited as her mother drove her to the subway.

Wait, are you saying that their mother was a full-blooded Veela? Because humans and Veela's weren't meant to be able to breed, I thought, as they human would be killed... I'm sorry if I'm interpreting this wrong at all...

I was, but then I asked Dree and she cleared things up. Fixed the application. =)

Must be Sournois