Sorting (Term Twelve)

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first name:

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Acacia

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Frost

age:
Seventeen

appearance:
Only 5'7", Acacia is pretty tall for her age (well that's what she thinks). Her features are very pretty and noticable. You can notice her bright-blue eyes that shine, even without light. That came from the fairy charm in her blood. Though sometimes her eye color may appear to be green or a light brown, but that depends on her surroundings. Her eyes, lips and hair are probably the most captivating features of Acacia. What can you say about her lips? I'd say it's a little on the big to normal size, I guess. It's usually tinted with a flavored lip shine or lip gloss with chap stick. A girl can't have no chapped-lips. What about her nose? Yeah it is, it's a little on the big side like her lips. But what can you do? It's something that makes her distinct. Let's move on to the hair. When she was younger her hair had changes. She was actually born with very blonde hair, and then as she matured it grew out of that and turned into a light brown. Then she added some brown highlights to compliment her dirty blonde/light brown hair. As for her body build it's pretty average. Not too skinny, not too chubby. She has an oval shaped face, and her cheek bones are very noticable. Her skin is soft and smooth with a little birth mark accented near her lips. Acacia has three piercings on each ear and one on the top of her ear. She has one tattoo on her arm of a big red rose and the words 'free and far'. Acacia always keeps her mother's charm bracelet gift on her wrist at all times. She never once had taken it off since her birthday and since her mother's death. Yes, it does give her sorrowful and happy memories of her mother, but she would never lose it nor give it away at any cost. It's the only thing she has left of her mother's. Acacia's style isn't all that simple, but is very unique. She likes to grab stylish stuff and put them together to make something new. Her style is more urban with skinny jeans, long knit sweaters, loose-striped tank tops, V-necks, etc. Her most favorite types of T-shirts are ones that have smart-sayings on it and with attractive graphics. She also likes to accent her looks with beret's, bracelets, necklaces, and some matching shoes. It's never tiring in Acacia's closet. With her fairy instincts, Acacia can make ice from just blowing or whistling. That power can usually make something freeze, stop or it can just come to Acacia under her will. She's also a tracker and can sense someone's scent from a long distance and know exactly where they are. Acacia has no clue where she inherited that power, but she thinks it's from her vampiric-blood. Acacia usually change into her fairy form under her command. She has to concentrate really hard and her wings would come out (it won’t hurt lol). Though she’d be her normal size but invisible to everyone. She usually keeps and uses her wand when she is in her fairy form. Her fairy powers are more affective when she is in her fairy form. If she’s not, then she would have to concentrate a lot if she wants to freeze something. So that’s basically it for Acacia’s appearance. She’s nothing much, nothing fancy. She’s just Acacia Minnie Frost.


history:[/i][/color][/size]
Sixteen years ago on January 3^rd is when everything comes alive and real for young Acacia. Her mother so hopeless and in denial was alone for the birth of her newborn baby girl. No one in her family knew where she was, and it was likely no one even cared. Alexandria was just eighteen when she had Acacia (the name she always dreamed of when naming her first born girl). Alexandria just escaped her too conservative and strict home to be with her friends, party and not give a damn whether or not anyone is watching her make-out with another guy. All of that drama had led her to a dreary old hospital, in the middle of Montréal, Quebec, Canada, alone and wanting to erase time and start all over. Soon she held her innocent baby girl that she named Acacia Minnie Frost. Through her developed veins, there flowed fairy-blood with a mix of vampiric-blood and wizard-blood. The father of Acacia was a no good, evil-lying, emotionless vampire who tricked Alexandria and left her alone, right here, in a quiet and still hospital. The fairy and witch-blood was the most affective in Acacia. Though the vampiric part of Acacia was still there, just trying to mature. She had no vampire instincts at all. Not even the thirst of blood. Though she did have ice-cold skin, but that was it. Her skin was soft though and it was as if it were glittering in the bright lights of the hospital room. Her eyes were the brightest-glistening eyes you'd ever see. When she opened her mouth to smile with brightness, her whole face will lit up the whole room.

Alexandria left the hospital room when her weakness had sub-sided and strength had taken over her body. The healers in the hospital objected for her to go out that night with the baby, even though she felt OK. As usual she didn't listen and started to go towards her best friend's house, Lauren. Ringing the doorbell of Lauren's rented house in Montréal, with a baby sleeping soundly in her arms, was just a total shock to Lauren when she answered the door. Alexandria already told Lauren nine months ago that she was pregnant, but never knew when she would have the baby. Lauren never knew either, so a total chill of shock had tingled her spine. Alexandria pleaded to Lauren for her to stay here and help her with the baby. Lauren agreed but was hiding something from Alexandria. Like Alexandria, Lauren was fairy-blood and a witch, so she wasn't surprised when Acacia turned six years old and got her wings and powers to create icey air by using the coolness of her body and warmth of the air, and her ability to track people and know where someone is, but not definitvely.

As of age thirteen, Acacia has gone through good and bad times living with her mom, Lauren and Lauren's fiancé, Seth. Though Lauren wasn't that much of help for Alexandria, she was just very jealous because Alexandria was able to have a baby and she was younger than her by four years. Whenever Alexandria would go out on trips to art galleries away from home, Lauren would get the chance to play house with her fiancé, Seth. For Acacia living with Lauren and Seth was a total disaster. They wouldn't let her go out and hang with her close friends in front of her muggle school or even anywhere else. All they wanted her to do was to just stay at home and practice all of her magic and fairy powers and stay away from muggles. Though the good thing that came out of practicing magic was that her full witch-powers had developed and she was almost going pro, but of course not like those famous wizards. Soon, Acacia recieved a letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and that she was accepted. Lauren and Seth didn't want her to go there, but Alexandria, Acacia's maternal mother, did. And if Alexandria wants her to go, she would. Acacia would never listen to the low-life, no-good and bossy 'couple', Lauren and Seth. No matter how much Acacia urged to tell her mom about Lauren and Seth and how abusive or bossy they can be when she wouldn't follow rules, she couldn't. They insulted her and threatened her that if she told Alexandria about what they do when she goes on week trips out of town, then they will kill Alexandria and keep her with them in lockdown. How devious.

Alexandria and Acacia were very close and so on Acacia's seventeenth birthday, she gifted her a very beautiful silver bracelet with charms of the Eiffel Tower, a sundress, a musical note, a plane, a wand, fairy wings, and one heart-charm with a moving picture in it of her and Acacia. That was one gift she had cherished ever since Alexandria gave it to her. That was also the time when Alexandria had to go on a trip to Las Vegas, Nevada, U.S. to attend a fashion and art show for a week. The same routine with Lauren and Seth went on, but more harsh. Lauren was crying everyday about how horrible her life is and that she can't make babies, etc. Seth is always out partying with friends and coming home drunk, sometimes beating Acacia whenever she wouldn't aide to him. When it was time to come home by plane, a huge accident happened. The plane crashed down because of a huge thunder storm with heavey lightening had hit the plane. It crashed down in a small country-side in Montréal. Right there. She was right there. Just minutes away from the city where she would come home and rescue Acacia. Lauren and Seth heard of the news and wasn't at all sorrowful or in deep hurt to care about Alexandria's death. That same day when the police found her body. Acacia went to bury her mother and left a bright red rose (which were Alexandria's favorite) on her grave. That was it.

Now Acacia was alone with no family members and with the low-lives Lauren and Seth. The night after her mother died, Acacia snuck out of the house with her old Nimbus 2009 broom, and left for the nearby airport, where she would escape to go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Though on her way to the airport she had to take a break, so she stopped at a motel where she would stay for the night. Then at dawn, there was a mysterious knock at her room door. Acacia thought it was room service or something, but no, it was a service for disaster. A man then came breaking in without notice. Acacia was in total shock and distraction that she didn't know what to do. She held her wand at the ready, trying to remember a spell to use. She yelled a spell at the man that tried to attack her in bed and he fell, yelling in extreme pain like a thousand pins was in his eyes. With no thought, Acacia grabbed all her bags and flew off out of the window. That was it. Acacia then arrived at the airport, finally. She though of staying there for a while will not hurt, especially because police were there. Soon Acacia would be off to Beauxbatons fulfilling her mom's wishes. Though never again would she be able to trust people. Well, let's just see how that goes.

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Acacia is a very straight forward person. She cares about feelings of other people, and she respects them. But if you get her pissed or annoy her she has a mouth, and she will use it to tell you off. Her emotions are better kept inside, and that was why it was kind of easy to not tell her mom about Lauren and Seth. That is why Acacia is so direct and likes to be heard by people. She hates when people correct her but that is just a part of her stubborness. It's not like she thinks she's all that and smart that she know's everything. It's just that she rather not be corrected on everything she does, and not be the girl that is all that and too good for anyone. She dislikes those kinds of girls a whole lot, that she would go all intense if anyone like that ever talks to her and get's under her skin and all.

There was never a love story for Acacia and so she never knew how guys would act if she were their girlfriend. She doesn't even know how to get a guy started. At her old muggle school she had a few crushes and few guys were flirting with her and all. But that was about it. There were no serious relationships anywhere. So there it is, she's still a virgin and will always be...well not exactly. Not getting what boys actually think about when they see her, Acacia would sometimes fall for the wrong kind of boy. Like, I dunno, the bad boy type. But that never works out for her. A wink, a smile, a nod, and there she is, a girl in his hands all over him. What a waste. Right? So that's why it's kind of hard for Minnie to find the right one, because everyone has flaws in them. The bad boys, well, a lot of flaws.

Acacia is a total quirky-girl when it comes to getting people into the mood with her very sarcastic and dry humor. When someone walks by that Acacia knows she could tell a joke on, her face lights up and her mouth runs on with jokes. She would see a tall, handsome and muscular boy, that she is totally attracted to and start talking about how many girls are following him and drooling over his muscular frame. She'd say "oh look how the girl's drools look like sweat on his muscular body. Now he can fake that he worked out today." then she'd make an imitation of the drums (like after someone says a joke). That quirky and daring side of Acacia always gets people going. She's especially fun when it comes to Truth and Dare. Any dare you give her, she'd do it. But it usually ends up going to the Headmistress' office, or detention. Though it would be worth the dare and the sizzling feeling of deviousness through her spine. Being a trouble-maker isn't so good, well isn't good at all, so all Acacia has to work on is trying to put that off. Haha, yeah right. Like she can do that.

Sometimes Acacia is very mysterious and you wouldn't know what she'd do next. A lot of times her mysteriousness would lead her to being determined to ace anything she outs her mind to. Once she starts something, she can never forget about it and would always want to get it finished. With that she performs very freely and securely in social situations where she can care a lot for someone who is mad, sad, or totally excited about something. A lot of times, Acacia is a great listener, but sometimes her mind can say something else about the person's feelings and could sometimes slip and say something that would go against what the person is feeling. With that said, Acacia has a lot of trust issues, especially with boys who are players and can take advantages of girls or other people. Those right there are bad boys, like I said before. But trusting people is something big in Acacia's life, and will always be an issue. That's also why she likes to keep thing private. She always says that you can give someone something to talk about, that's why if you have something private, keep it private. So basically Acacia is, caring, humorous, a dare-devil, quirky, determined, and has some trust issues. Complicated.

sample rp:[/i][/color][/size]
Her head was rested heavily on her fuzzy pillow of the sun-lit room. Her arms and legs were spread across her bed, her eyes closed ever so hard, with small hard breathes every now and then. She was in a deep sleep and nothing but her soft mother's voice could wake her up. It was six o 'clock in the morning, and Acacia's mother was ready to go to Las Vegas, Nevada for an art convention. The wind suddenly blew in from her wide opened window, with a small leaf following it and landing lightly on Acacia's nose. At that exact moment a loud ring came from Acacia's bedside-table-alarm clock. It was now 6:15 a.m. and time for Acacia to say goodbye to her mother who was done and ready to go to the airport. "Acacia!?' her mother called out, a little scared to not wake her up. Acacia's eyes blew open quickly and wide. She scampered out of her bed leaving the quilts and blankets to fall over on the floor. She raced down stairs not even stopping to take a breath; her footsteps sounding loud from the living room. Acacia took her last step from the stairs and heard the laughter of her mom, Lauren and Seth. "There she is! My girl," Acacia's mom yelled with open arms. It was sad, but true and this happens to everyone - Acacia was too old to jump into her mother's arms like old times, and hug her with her feet dangling in the air and her mom swinging her around. Those were the good times, and Acacia hopes it would never fade away. But with Lauren and Seth something was bound to happen. Something tragic. They’re just these walking bad luck charms that cast a spell on you if you misjudge them. That’s just how they roll and kill. But Acacia knows that if she pays too much attention to them, her mind would not be right and she would go crazy. Literally. So she would always just ignore them and their habits to hurt and just go with the flow. She has a mouth, but she chooses to not use it against them. If she does, it could come with some severe consequences. Acacia is very daring and she would take advantage of them whenever she would get the chance. But she knows that right now, today, is not the right time. Or maybe it would be.

Hugging her mom as tightly as she could, she kissed her mom and she kissed her back. It's always like this whenever she goes on long trips. Nothing can tear them two apart, and Acacia has the bracelet to prove it. "OK dear. I bet your mother has an important place to be right now," Lauren said in a sarcastic and fake-sweet voice, with a little frustrated look to add. Acacia slowly let go of her mother's arms and let a scowl on her face and showed it to Lauren and Seth without her mom noticing. They all followed each other to the front door where Acacia's mom had kissed her goodbye one last time, and gave Lauren and Seth a friendly hug. There was a light slamming of the door and there Acacia was. Trapped. With them. Again. Lauren had her arms crossed on her chest and Seth just left for the kitchen to get some beer. "Listen up Minnie Mouse. Go read three more chapters on Werewolf potions. Now!" Lauren shouted pointing her finger to where the books lied. Let hell begin, Acacia thought, huffing and puffing with her books in her hands - racing up stairs to be alone.

Acacia slammed her books on her desk, locked her door and slumped down on her bed. "Why do I have to live a reality of Hell?" Acacia asked herself. Though of course she didn't knew the answer, only God did. Under these circumstances, Minnie can't afford to get mental and not in her right state of mind. She must be headstrong and go with whatever she can...

That was the last time Acacia was in that house. After six days, when her mother last left the house for Las Vegas, she got the bad news about Alexandria dying from a plane crash. Acacia buried her mother alone without Lauren and Seth. After that she came home late at night and everyone was sound asleep. Acacia packed her bags and opened the window of her room, wide. She hopped on her broom and flew out the window, never looking back at the crappy, low-life, provacative house again. She was headed for Beauxbatons Academy of Magic where she would begin her studies there of wizardry, just like her mother wished. Hopefully, Acacia would never again see Lauren or Seth in her life.[/blockquote][/size][/color][/font]

Must be Rouerie

[autumn]

First Name: autumn
Last Name: mercury
Age: seventeen
Appearance:

History: autumn was born to james and harriet mercury in london, england. she has lived in london, england for her whole life. both of her parents are pure-bloods. her father james works at the ministry of magic, while her mother is a professor at a wizard college. needless to say, the family's well off. autumn never really had to work for what she wanted, even though she desperately wanted to earn her things on her own. her parents wouldn't hear of it, though. they'd much rather shower her with gifts than have her work hard for the things that she really wants.

when she was seven, she was being teased horribly about her hair on the school bus. she got so angry that she accidentally changed the person's own hair into spaghetti noodles. she and her parents would spend countless hours playing quidditch in the backyard, and shopping for wizarding supplies in boutiques. to be honest, though, she wasn't proud of her magical heritage. she decided to opt out on going to magic school, and decided to go to regular school for the first couple years of high school. she graduated muggle high school early, because she took summer classes.

once she had graduated, she decided to go ahead and make her parents proud by attending magic school. the journey here was uneventful, but she hopes that attending the school will be worth her while.
Personality: autumn is a pretty friendly person, as long as you don't piss her off. it doesn't take much to set the girl off, seeing as how she's incredibly short-tempered. she's too sarcastic for her own good as well. she's also very blunt, which isn't always a good thing. she tends to hurt people's feelings by being too honest. but that's just how she is - she isn't afraid to speak her mind. besides, it hurts too bad for her to bite her tongue. she's also intelligent, and she tries her best at everything she does. people are surprised once they see how smart autumn really is.

she's free-spirited and couldn't care less what anyone else thought of her. she believes that the only person's opinion of herself that matters is her own. she does tend to be a bit judgmental, though, but who can blame her? she grew up in a rich family, and it's a regular occurrence for everyone else to make her out to be a snob, even though that's totally not the case. she doesn't think she's better than anyone else - she just isn't afraid to tell her what she really thinks of you.
Sample RP: autumn walked through the forbidden corridor, her hands shoved into the pockets of her distressed denim jeans, her headphones placed inside her ears with rock music blaring. a soft hum escaped from her throat as she continued walking, not entirely sure where her feet were taking her. it didn't matter where she was going. she knew that she'd eventually find her way back if she got lost. she licked her lips subconsciously, removed her right hand from her pocket, and ran the fingers of that hand through her waist-length platinum blonde hair. she had recently touched up her hair, and she had to admit that it looked pretty good.

once she was finished messing with her hair, she placed her hand back inside her pocket. her cerulean gaze shifted around the corridor a bit anxiously, waiting for something to jump out at her and scare the crap out of her. nothing of the sort happened though, and she laughed softly at how ridiculous she must seem. she had been afraid of absolutely nothing. no boogeyman had jumped out from behind a corner and scared her half to death, and it seemed that her fear and anxiety had been for nothing.

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[Natsha Evans]

First Name: Natsha

Last Name: Evans

Age: 16

Appearance:Natsha stands at 5'4, long brown hair, with brown eyes.She weights around 110.She is a little on the skinny side, but still keeps in shape. Natsha tends to dress by what mood she is in, at the moment.

History:Natsha Evans was born on May 21, 1990, in La Rochelle, France. She has two parents named Mathew and Carol Evans. When she was four, her parents had a disagreement. Which ended up with her parents getting a divorce. Natsha's mother, Carol, then took her daughter and went to live in England, to start a new life there. Natsha was a honor student in her Muggle schools, but would sometimes get hurt due to a few adventures she took. When she was eight years old, Natsha took a interest in art and music, while at the same time, Carol found a soul mate for herself. Her mother met a French gentlemen named Ethan Daniels. After a few years Carol married Ethan. Natsha was uneasy about it, but she only wanted to see her mother happy. That was when her mother, decided it was time, Natsha started spending time with her father Mathew.

This wasn't easy for Natsha at first. But she eventually got used to it. And she would spent half her time with her father in France, and other half in England with her mother and step-father. During the summers she would spend with her father, while during the normal school terms, she would be with her mother. It took a while to get used to going back and forth between her parents.While in her Muggle schools. Natsha never really found a place to fit in, with the other kids there. At first, this bothered her a little bit. But then Natsha found something to pass the time. Her art drawings and paintings. It was something that she was good at, and she enjoyed.

As she was coming around to being a teenager. She had discovered a new world one day by making a new friend. At school, Natsha was introduced to a girl named Shavon, who was a half-blood. Shavon became friends with Natsha, and Natasha learned a few new things. One day hanging out at Shavon's house, Natsha learned that her friend's father was a Wizard, and her mother was a Muggle. This interest Natsha, she never knew of anything outside of the Muggle community. Shavon introduced Natsha to magical world, and many other things as well. Slowly Natsha started to come out of her quiet shell, and started to have a adventurous side to her. Soon Natsha was hanging out with Shavon and her friends everyday. Which ended up leading Natsha into trouble.

Until one day, Natsha's mother found out who her daughter was hanging out with. Carol was upset to learn that Shavon was a Half-blood, and thought Natsha was falling in with 'the wrong crowd'. Carol thought it was time and a good idea for her daughter to go spend some time with her father Mathew. Natsha wasn't too happy about having to move and leave her friends behind. This cause Natsha to close herself off to others. After transferring over to a Muggle school in France, Natsha keeps to herself and doesn't talk much. The only things that keeps her entertained and interested, is her paintings, drawings and piano. Two months after just moving, she found out some interesting information that changed her future completely. Her grandparents on her mothers side, one was a witch. With learning this, it only made Natsha want to know more about the magical world.Just recently, Natsha had received a acceptance letter to Beauxbatons and her new journey begins.


Personality:Natsha is one that can be hard to figure out.She is usually shy when she firsts meets someone, depending on who is around her. Usually after first meeting someone, she is quiet and shy, but after a while she breaks out of her shell, she can be outgoing and fun. Natsha normally find it hard to trust people, but when she does, she tells them anything and almost everything.Its hard for someone to know what is on her mind.The only way for one to really understand Natsha, is of the look to her art drawings or paints.


She tends to draw how she feels right then, or what is on her mind right then. She also loves to play the piano. Another way is the kind of music she listens to. If one pays attention to those, then they will be alright with her. Natsha also has a artist side to her.She loves to draw and paint.She could almost make a painting out of anything. If someone doesn't see her painting anywhere, they can find her where there is a piano.


Most people see her as a quiet person.But that is not always the case with Natsha.She does have a bit of a wild or adventure side to her.One that many do not see, unless she considers them a very close friend, which is not many.She does like to keep to herself mostly, a way for her not to get into trouble or fall in with the wrong crowd.



Sample RP:

After just being accepted to Beauxbatons, Natsha was a little bit nervous. It was one thing to be in her normal, Muggle school. But another to be in a place, she doesn't know. From the moment she got there, she already felt out of place. It was liker her first day of school all over again. She missed her friends back home. But for the time being, there was nothing she could do about it at the moment.

For a while of having going around in circles. Natsha thought it might be a good idea, if she asked for directions. It was bad enough not knowing which house she was in. Because of that was the case, she could ask which way to the dorms. This new school was a lot bigger then her old one, and looked like a place, one could get lost easily.Now all she had to do was find someone to ask.


Natsha while around the lake for a while, with never running into anyone.She was starting to give up hope, of someone to ask directions for.When not looking where she was going, she bumped into another person. Natsha quickly looked at the girl and explained quickly. "I'm so sorry about that.I should have watched where I was going.Are you alright?". Nata hoped she didn't offend the girl. Being new was one thing, being clumsy was a completely different story.


As of her luck couldn't get any worse. Natsha helped the girl stand up. Then heard the girl speak. " No, I'm alright.Is there something I can help you with". The girl asked. Natsha then asked her for directions. "Um yes there is. Do you know which way it is, to get back to the castle. I'm kinda lost". Natsha then looked down and hung her head. She felt embarrassed to say that, but she still was being honest.


The girl looked her over, then finally nodded her head.And the girls spoke. " Sure.Just go down this path here". The girl pointed to the left path. " Just follow that path all the way and keep going straight.You will reach the entrance hall to the school.And the dorms just past that.But hurry because its almost curfew". Natsha told the girl . "Thank you for your help". And then set off in the left direction. At first she thought she was going the wrong way. But soon she saw the castle just above the trees in front of her, and almost sighed in relief. Natsha headed for the school entry hall.

Must be Cossu.

[hermionecutiepie]

First Name: Jewel
Last Name: Rivera
Age: 13
Appearance:




Jewel have blonde hair with blue eyes. Her height is 5'6 and she is thin. She have her own fashion style. Her syle depends on her mood.

History:

Jewel is born to a family of veelas. They are extremely powerful and extremely wealthy. She is the only child. She is the only one in her family who wants to be in Rouerie. All of her family belong to Cossu. Her family hates muggles, mixed-blood, half-blood and muggle-born. Even though her family hates them, on the other hand, Jewel is nice and friendly to them. All the time her parents will get angry to her because she is being friendly to them but they still love her.

Jewel grew up in luxury. Her parents always give her everything she wanted as long as she is happy. Because Jewel is wealthy, she is generous to others. If they need something, she give them what they wanted. Jewel have many friends. Most of them are like her. When she is a child, she experience to grew up in the muggle world.

Personality:
Jewel is shy the first time you meet her but after you get know her better, she is actually talkative. She is more on studying than having fun. She is always concern about her grades. She always follow rules. In terms of her family, she is super protective and loving. She do not want her family to get hurt. She is more on traditions than in modern.

Jewel is friendly to others and kind to them. She is also a loving child. She is also happy, energetic and fun. People love her for her bubbly personality. When she have a problem, she is quiet and silent. She do not want people to know about it. She is responsible and hard-working. She is not spoiled even she is wealthy. She also love to read all the time especially about school. Many admired her but she is focus in her studies.


Sample RP:
Jewel is so excited. She can't wait to see the palace. After a while the carriages is now here. She saw the palace and she was amazed by it. The palace is so beautiful. She smoothed her skirt and put the cloak on her shoulders. She can't stop smiling. She can't help thinking about the term. She is so excited and ready to start the new term.

She introduce herself to her classmates. She find several students and she became their new friends. She is so excited to be sorted. "I hope I am in Rouerie", she whispered. But if I am not there it's okay. I know that there is reasons behind it.

After getting sorted to Rouerie, Jewel is in the common room. She is studying in advance because she wants to have good grades. Her friends come in and they invited her to come with them to shop but she refused to go. She really need to study. After how many hours, she is so tired. She fall asleep in the desk.

Definitely Cossu!

[mayakibblehogwarts]

First Name:
Ellaine Paige
Last Name:
Ducroix
Age:
Seventeen
Appearance:

History:
Ellaine Paige Ducroix was born on April First, 1992 to a vampire, who was also her mother, and a werewolf, who happened to be her father. Her parents had always said they were like magnets - opposites attract, but Ellaine has started to think the opposite. She now knows that opposites repel.

At age fourteen, her parents were divorced, and Ellaine was forever changed. She started to get involved in sex, and drugs, and all the horrible things that a parent fears their child getting involved in. Her parenst have sent her to beauxbatons, hoping that it would change her.
Personality:
Ellaine is a very upbeat, happy person, and loves to make friends, but is quite the troublemaker. As stated above, she got invled in sex, drugs, alchohol, and everything else. She isn't one to celebrate holidays, or practice religions.

Ellaine hates labels. She absolutely despises them. She hates being called 'popular' or unpopular' because she thinks that everyone is the same. She hates judgemental people, and isn't judgemetal at all, herself.
Sample RP:
Stepping into the carriage, Ellaine was excited. She hadn't really been expecting this, but she was happy, nevertheless. She tapped her foot the whole carriage ride down to the school. She was happy to be around other wizards, and witches, but was afraid of what people would think.

She stepped out of the carriage, in shorts and a midriff, while the other studenst were dressed in heavy robes, and long-sleeved shirt. Immediately, she stepped back into the carriage, and placed her school robes upon her shoulders. She sighed a heavy sigh of relief, realizing that no one had seen her embarassing clothing.

She stepped out of the carraige, once again, now in clothes that didn't suit her very well. She shrugged, and strutted on the pavement, her shoes makign a loud clicking noise at every step. She turned a lot of heads, which made her very happy. She was an attention-wh*re, to be absolutely honest. She loved attention, to the fullest extent.

Ellaine walked up to a boy, about seventeen, with bright red hair. He seemed to be quite the head0turner, as well as Ellaine. He was rather confused, obviously a first year. Ellaine tapped on his shoulder anyways, and cleared her throat. "Excuse me, but I was wondering where the main entrance is." she told the boy, trithfully. He wasn't handsome, but she seemed to like him, anyways.

The boy answered, awkwardly. "Umm, I'm not quite sure," he talked in a low pitch, and in a British accent. Ellaine smiled at him. "Oh, that's fine," she spoke in a very dirrent accent then his. Ellaine's accent was a thick french accent, that showed easily. She nodded to him in appreciation, and walked off, heading for a tall door, a two story door. She was so happy to finally be at Beauxbatons.

Must be Sournois

[mystelle]

First Name:

Mystelle

Last Name:

Alexander

Age:

15

Appearance:

History:

Mytstelle and her sister Kate were born in Canberra, three days apart. Their mum Joanne was working in a muggle bookstore, whilst her father, Demetri, was just starting a writing career for children. Mytstelle and Kate had an older brother, Benjy (10) who seemed to always getting in trouble for something or another. The family lived a quiet life, not really getting into anything big. They weren't really happy with the lives they were leading, and they wanted a new one.

A week after Mytstelle and Kate turned one, the Alexanders decided to move to Tasmania - Joanne's birthplace. There, they settled in Hobart, in a simple block of apartments. The neighbours were friendly, so it didn't take long for Joanne and Demetri to make friends. Just below the Alexanders' apartment was the Allen's. They had one two year old daughter, and one 6 year old son. Mytstelle, Kate and Benjy made friends with the kids fast.

As time went on, Mytstelle and Kate grew unhappier and unhappier with the apartment block. By the time they were eight, the place was full of drunks and hippies - not the sort of place for two young girls to grow up in. Demetri and Joanne didn't know where-else to move to. They looked around desperately for a new home, but couldn't afford any. Mytstelle and Kate nagged their parents to move to England - the place all the books took place in. It sounded so fantastic to them - but they didn't know it could never happen, not with the financial state their parents were in.

Then, out of the blue, Demetri got a phone call from a muggle publisher saying the company loved his recent book he sent them. They requested to meet him the following day, and without hesitation, he obliged. The next day when he got home from work, Demetri was all smiles. He and the publishers had agreed to publish his children's short story. This meant they could afford a place to move - and not just another apartment.

The Alexanders moved to a large house in town, thinking they'd be content there. But the neighbours weren't exactly friendly, and the noise of the roaring cars during the night was deafening. Demetri and Joanne decided they'd stay in town until the girls turned ten - then they would move to France. The parents had decided that instead of sending their daughters to the grungy Australian Wizarding schools, Mytstelle and Kate would attend Beauxbatons - the school where Joanne and Demetri met. But Benjy and the parents made sure not to let anything slip to the girls about France. They wanted it to be a surprise.

So when Mytstelle and Kate opened their small birthday presents, they were entirely shocked to see two plane tickets to France. Joanne told them they were going on a trip for a few months to France. The girls were delighted not knowing that more surprises were to come... Once the bags were all stored on the plain, the family was ready to fly to France.
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When the Alexanders arrived at France, they flew on hired brooms to a small town. Kate pointed out a large assortment of towers around a mile away from the village. Demetri and Joanne said they didn't know what it was, but that they could explore once they had unpacked all there things.

The hired brooms dropped them off outside a small, pretty looking cottage that had a sign outside saying Sold. That's when the daughters realized that they would be living in France. Delighted, they asked their parents why, receiving only a short answer. "Because you, my dears," Demetri said, pointing to the large castle a mile away, "will be attending Beauxbatons Academy of Magic."

Personality:

Mytstelle almost has two personalities. Around her peers, teachers and strangers she's rather laid back, care free and insensitive. She won't really have any concern for anyone's wellbeing other than her own, and will do anything to achieve when she sets her mind to it. Watching her in a group of people she doesn't really know, it would seem as though she weren't actually recognizing their existence. She keeps to herself most of the time, unless there's someone who has a problem with her. That's when she gets aggressive. Her lashing out is triggered easily, which is why she tends to steer from interacting with others. She always regrets getting into a fight afterward.

Mytstelle's "second personality" is almost the opposite, but it's only put into effect when with people she trusts and loves. Those people being her few amount of friends. When she's with friends, Mytstelle's concern will never be for her self. She'll be very protecting, loving and kind - almost the perfect friend. It's difficult to become Mytstelle's friend, as she doesn't tend to trust people easily. Those who actually want to befriend her give up after a while, due to the difficulty she sets. Although, it's much easier for a boy to befriend Belle - she finds she can relate to them far more than to a girl.

Mytstelle's parents have never understood why she's like this. She was always the sweet girl out of the sisters, the kind and considerate one. But ever since she started attending Beauxbatons, she turned into what her sister calls a 'back-stabbing, selfish jerk'. Although Mytstelle seems very comfortable with herself, and as though she hasn't a care in the world, what is behind the mask is much different. Mytstelle feels very alone at times, and just can't understand why people don't like her very much. She's under the impression that she is actually quite an easy-to-get-along-with person, but she knows others would disagree in a heartbeat,

Sample RP:

It was almost midnight when the door to the Hogs Head slowly opened, and a great gust of snowy wind blew into the room. Following the forceful breeze was an averaged height figure, wrapped tightly in a deep - almost black - red traveling cloak. The hood of such cloak was drawn up, so that not even the tip of the figure's nose could be seen. The soft boots made no sound on the cold floor as she entered the building. She had worn the most concealing clothing she could find, in hope to remain unseen my snooty teachers, and nosy prefects.

The figure turned around, her back to the room, and quickly shut the door with a quiet click. When she spun back around, she couldn't see anyone looking at her - not that there were many people in the bar anyway. She couldn't see anyone at the bar - much to her disappointment - so she briskly walked over to a small table in a shady corner. For almost half an hour the girl watched the room, waiting for the right person. But she was getting tired, and slightly cranky, and if she waited any longer she would have to leave and return the next night.

But just as she was about to stand up and go, she suddenly saw a shadow flicker at the bar. Finally, The girl thought to herself, raising an eyebrow. She slowly walked to the bar, and sat down on a rickety stool. She leaned forward, her hood drawing back slightly, and attempted to get the bartender's attention. She would wait as long as she had to to get the information she wanted.

Hard with the two personalities, but I think Sournois!

[victoria101]

First Name:

River

Last Name:

Bell

Age:

14

Appearance:

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History:
River was born on October the 31st to a pure blood and a half fairy in France. She was always kind of quite and shy and loved to be read to. River would always loved learning new things. By the Age of six River began to start begging her parents to let her go to a muggle school. She knew she was soon to be a witch but she did not care, she wanted to learn as much as she could. After a month of arguing and begging her parents finally agreed to it as long as she did not tell anyone she was a witch. Only a week later did River have her first day of school, and loved it like most kids did but unlike most kids she kept on loving it for years to come. She was one of the best students with a straight A report card. Her behaviour was always great as well. When she turned 8 her mum adopted a one year old half blood wizard named Samuel. Over the next few years River became extremely close to Sammy who like herself also liked to learn.

When River turned eleven she was disappointed to find out she would be home school. She guessed this was because her mother needed help looking after her three new born brothers, Max, Nathan and Jonah. Even though she had to help look after her four baby brothers her mum still found time to teach her magic, she was extremely good at it like she was at her muggle school. She had some small problems with Mythology and Astronomy but anything to do with a wand or a cauldron she could do easily. Arithmacy was one of her favourite things to do as it basically used maths which she used to ace while she was at a muggle school.

River was at a picnic when her life got ruined. At the age of fourteen she was sitting smiling at her brothers who where chasing each other around, at that very moment she had been helping her brother Sammy learn maths. Her parents where starting to serve the food when something terrible happened, a small group of vampires attacked them. River’s parents were strong but not strong enough. Once help had been attacked as well, but luckily enough it wasn’t to bad, all that she had as a souvenir of the attack was a small bite on her neck. This meant that she would be a vampire for the rest of her life. Unfortunately her siblings and parents had not survived. The only reason she had survived was because she had ran away to try and find help, but a vampire had gotten in front of her so when he bit her she smashed her wand at his chest and he caught fire. During the next day she had asked the magical orphanage that she had moved to if she could go to Bauxbatons School of magic so that she could get her mind of things. In that one day she was packed and ready to go.

Personality:

River is an extremely smart girl. She is also shy and sometimes a bit quite. During that one day of the accident she had become even quieter and shyer. During the night after the accident she had spent the whole afternoon in the orphanage bed. She did not talk to one person. Although shy and quite she is the complete opposite when in class as she usually likes to answer every question but until she gets over the trauma of her family dieing she is quite during class as well. The only thing that has not changed about her is her love of reading, learning and the forests. She loves nature and would help anyone and everyone no matter what there blood status. She in kind but if someone gets on her bad side she is unbelievably the opposite. Because of the accident she is even easier to anger than before. She also stands up for her friends and although quite she has no troubles saying what she thinks about someone if they anger her enough.

Sample RP:

River walked around the small orphanage. Her bags were already packed and ready to go. She could not believe that she would finally be able to go to a school for witches and wizards. At the back of the Orphanage River found a small swing set. She sat on one of the rusted mistreated seats and began to swing. For some odd reason she also wished her grave would be dug so she could join her family. A small tear rolled down the side of her cheek, slightly ruining her eye shadow and mascara. Even the though of her brother brought back the previous das events. Just a few more hours and she would be at Bauxbatons where she could take her mind off things.

As River swung on the rusted swing she heard her name being called out. “River Bell” came a voice of the entrance. Although she had only been at the orphanage for a few hours over the night she could already recognize the voice as the orphanage owner. She walked over to where he was standing and picked up her bags. She was now ready to leave her home and travel to a school full of people who where also witches and wizards.

Must be Cossu

[ashiya]

First Name: Ashiya

Last Name: Kuroda

Age: 16

Appearance:



standing at 188 cm, ashiya is very tall for his age. he has layered black-brown hair, and he is not fully japanese. his mother is from spain, and his father from japan. therefore, he is a mix between spanish and japanese, which gives him the more caucasian look than the rest of his fellow japanese friends. his hazel eyes are bright, but only can really clearly be seen under bright light. his eyes reflects his feelings very well.

ashiya is generally lean rather than muscular, and has very fair skin. he prefers going out wearing coats and checked scarfs. he dislikes long robes (which explains why he doesn't like classes) that extends to his feet as it makes him feel 'dragged back' when walking. generally, he likes wearing comfortable clothes and you can most commonly see him walking around in a random t-shirt and sweatpants.

History:
ashiya is born in tokyo, japan. he lived in japan with his original parents till he was about 6 years old, when they got invovled in something and got killed in front of his eyes. he was then picked up by his uncle jun kuroda who is living in england. he lived in england, continuing his muggle studies there till he was 10, when he received the letter that hogwarts sent him. he is very attached to his foster father jun and lived quite a happy life despite what happened to his parents before.

but then, everything changed when a group of his slytherin friends drove his father to death. enraged, he did something that remained a secret till now. the group of slytherins were never found again. this happened in ashiya's 3rd year, and he still have not forgotten. but to combat the fear of this memory, he resorted to changing his personality completely, to cover up the memory of what he did to the slytherins.

that's why behind his smile, there's a thinly veiled darkness.

Personality:
ashiya is a very optimistic guy who looks up to the bright side of life. he likes things cool and easy, and doesn't like doing things that are really a pain in the ass. he is friendly and generally easy to get along with. he is a people person that likes friends. he is very brave and sometimes says things that might provoke a fight! for his friends, he'll fight till the end.

however, there's always a thinly veiled darkness behind his smile.

there's an off side to his personality. when faced with dangers or dilemmas, ashiya's friendly side shuts down and he becomes cold and ruthless. this usually happens at night, and it is what his doctors labelled as a 'mild split personality'. when he turns into that kind of monster, you better watch out!

Sample RP:
“Thank you for the counselling session today, Doctor. See you next week...” Ashiya said, bowing. The door closed, and the square of light shining on his entire height disappeared. He stood alone in the corridor of St. Mungo’s, smiling slightly to himself. He looked tired… maybe it was because it had been a long day for him. He had to go through therapy, and counseling sessions by the St. Mungo’s doctors. Even magic couldn’t cure that trauma his brain had experienced when he was young. Ashiya wrapped the grey woolen coat he was wearing tighter around his body covering the navy blue shirt he was wearing underneath. His hair was a golden-brown streaked with black highlights (is black even a highlight?).

He hesitated for awhile, before making his way to the therapy level.

It was just a few weeks before.

Ashiya had a severe nosebleed. His nose suddenly bled during lessons, and could not be stopped. A classmate helpfully brought him to the nurse.

“Nasopharyngeal carcinoma,” the nurse said, a look of worry and pity on her face. “Mr. Kuroda…”

Ashiya looked up at her. “…I know. I had nasopharyngeal angiofibroma when I was young. The doctors always told me… that I had a danger that it would develop into that… But I didn’t know it was so soon.”

Ashiya stood at the end of the corridor of level 7, Therapy Level. He hesitated. There was nobody there to stop him or to call out to him. Ashiya blinked.

Then he turned, leaving the hospital without going for his therapy.

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Hogwarts Tower

Sitting alone on one of the benches, he had a guitar in one hand. That guitar he had with him was from when he was still a child. A child living with Jun. Jun gave him that guitar for his first birthday he celebrated with Jun. He loved playing the guitar, and writing songs in his free time.

He scribbled down some Hiragana and Kanji on the notepad he had with him, and threw down the pen, hurriedly playing the tune over and over before he forgot about it. He did that for about an hour and a half before he set his notepad down.

Ashiya closed his eyes, standing up. It was late evening already, and the sun was setting. Ashiya played, and sang.


” Kore de mata hitotsu
Oshimai dato kawashita kuchiduke
Sugitetta hibi wa
Modora nai to shitte iru no

Yuugure
Anata wa doko he kiete itta

Tobidashite iki tai yo ima sugu
“Aishiteru.” to yonde
Toukyou wa hito ga oosugiru no
Mukae ni kite mitsuke dashite yo
Nakidashi sou na sora no shita

Yakusoku wa izure uso ni naru to
Dareka ga itteta
Yubikiri no ato wa
Mata binetsu wo nokoshita mama

Amefuri
Atashi wa koko de tachidukushita

Nagedashite ikitai yo subete wo
“Hanasa nai“ to daite
Toukyou no yoru wa meiro no you
Tsukama etete hagure nai de yo
kotoba naku shita sora no shita

Nukumori keshite choudai
kioku mo yaite choudai
mou nido to yomigaera nai you ni
nani wo motometeta no?
nani ga hoshi katta no?
Zenbu ageru kara...

Tobidashite iki tai yo ima sugu
“Aishiteru.” to yonde
Toukyou wa hito ga oosugiru no
Mukae ni kite mitsuke dashite yo
Nakidashi sou na sora no shita

Sora no shita……”


The last tune seemed to hang in the midair as Ashiya stopped, setting his guitar on the bench carefully.

A drop of blood fell onto the guitar, and Ashiya gazed at it with dazed eyes, his face pale.

“You don’t have much time left, Mr Kuroda…”

Another drop of blood.

“You only left an estimated six moths to live... before you...”

Ashiya wiped the blood off the guitar with his bare hand, but more fell, now in greater volume. The blood from his nose sprayed onto the front of his grey jacket, and stained his notepad, on the page where the lyrics were.

Ashiya felt cold. He was shivering. His face, and his hands were icy cold to the touch, if anyone were to hold them. A trickle of sweat rolled down the side of his face as he stared distractly at the blood dripping onto his beautiful guitar... and his lyrics...


”...before you…”

Ashiya looked up slightly, shifting his gaze upwards at the wall in front of him. He smiled slightly to himself.

"...die."

Ashiya's legs suddenly buckled under him, and his body went limp. He crumpled to the ground, his hand sliding off the guitar's surface, his hazel eyes closing as he hit the ground hard on his shoulder, then his head.


”I am sorry, Mr Kuroda… I advise you to come for therapy thrice every week, or else your condition might worsen. Alright...?” The nurse said, smiling kindly down at him.

Ashiya looked up at the nurse, smiling brightly. “I’ll be fine, Nurse, you need not worry....”

“...I’ll definitely come for therapy.”


The guitar was smeared with blood from Ashiya's hand, and the red liquid pooled on the ground in front of Ashiya’s pale face, seeping through the cracks in the ground.

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(Song is Call Me by Nana Kitade. Just imagine its guitar played and a guy is singing. )

PS: Taken from my account in Magical Adventure. THIS IS JUST A SAMPLE!

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Must be Sournois

[dev]

First Name: Izzekiel
Last Name: Devorez
Age: seventeen
Appearance: bam!
History:

Being the oldest of four wasn't an easy task for the boy. Izzekiel Devorez was born to Sage and Trey Devorez two years before the second oldest son. Life was pretty peachy at first. Everything seemed to be going fine. Then the lay-off came. Trey Devorez was a great worker. He had worked in a factory for as long as he could remember. Making great money, but when the factory filed bankruptcy, and had to lay people off Trey was one of the first people to go. Sage was a stay at home mother for the kids. So the family was relying on Trey's money. The lack of jobs, and money cause stress on the family, and Izzekiel's parents began fighting. It was usually a daily thing after a while. The kids completely hated it. Hearing their parents fight the way they did. So all of them would usually gather in Izz's room, and he would tell them a story. Of course they fought they were brothers, and sisters, but when things like this happened. Izzekiel tended to put things aside to make sure his brothers and sisters were alright.

Things weren't as bad as everyone thought they were. Yeah they didn't have as much money as they used to, but they were getting by. Their father had unemployment checks coming in, and that paid the bills, and they had help to get groceries. It wouldn't be long though until the unemployment ran out, and they would have to find another, cheaper, place to live. After a little while. A few weeks at the most. There came a letter in the mail. It was Izzekiel's younger brother who found the letter, and brought it to him. Now before now Izz wasn't aware anyone in his family had any kinds of secrets. Reading the letter it seemed to be a joke to him at first. Wizarding school. Magic. It just didn't seem real. So he put the letter in the trash.

The fighting was getting to Izzekiel's mother. The way she dealt with stress was by cleaning. The house was usually spotless, but with days like these she always found something to clean. While cleaning one day after a hugs fight with her husband Sage was cleaning the kitchen. She went to take out the trash when she saw the letter that Izz had received. The writing, and the paper it was on seemed oddly familiar to her in some way. Sage took the paper out of the trash can, and knew that she had neglected to talk to her kids about her secret life. Her husband didn't know, and she planned on keeping it that way. After reading the letter, and thinking about it. Sage decided to talk to her son about attending Beauxbatons. It didn't take her long to talk to him about her secret past, but it did take her quite a bit longer to persuade the boy into going to the boarding school, but in the end he agreed. Sage wasn't sure though if she was happy or not, but it was happening now, and she wasn't going to try and stop the boy.

When Izzekiel left Beauxbatons he went home. He was tired of everything that was being put on him. There was so much stress at the school, and he needed some time to cool off. It wasn’t until he realized how bad he needed this place did he get back on the train to come here. This time around he is realy ready to finish out his seven years, and then maybe try to make something of himself. He could only hope that there’s less stress the second time around.

Personality:

Before he left Izzekiel was the person that everyone would be able to walk all over. The person that people could make do anything. He was the boy with the soft heart. He would do anything for anyone, but after everything happened at school, and he had his first ever panic attack he knew that things had to change. He wasn’t entirely sure how whether it was supposed to be his personality or the way he lived his life or even if it was the people that he was hanging out with, but he knew that something had to change, and he was going to be the person to do that, and it was going to be now. Not later.

After about a month back at home Izzy’s personality took a one hundred and eighty degree turn. Instead of being the person that everyone walked all over he was going to tell them how he felt, and if he didn’t want to do something he wasn’t going to do that. He had developed a slight anger problem, but nothing major. He wasn’t going to let this run his life, but he wasn’t going to be that sensitive caring guy any more. Caring too much got him where he was before, and that wasn’t going to happen again. As long as he lived he wasn’t going to let that happen.

He’s now more than just the cute boy. He’s much stronger, and can take more things now than he could have before. Upon changing his appearance he knew that he needed to do an over haul to ever aspect of his life, and he had done that, and succeeded in his opinion, but he would just have to see how well things worked out for him at school. There was no more giving up. He was a fighter, and that’s how he would be for the rest of his life.

Sample RP:


It was just the way Marlyn looked at him when he asked her to the dance that made all this worth it. He had never in his life thought he would be attending a dance. For one he had never danced in his life, and for two what was the point? Izzekiel sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. His suit was black, and the silky vest underneath was a dark red color. His favorite color. His tie was a dark red and white stripped thing. The whole outfit was rather spiffy, but he really didn't like it. It wasn't his style at all, but he had to dress up. It was just something that everyone did. That's what he was told anyway. He didn't attend his muggle school long enough to go to their prom so he didn't know what happened at things like these. So he was pretty much walking blind into this thing. He hoped he didn't make a complete fool of himself tonight. He always seemed to mess everything up. This was the only night that he was completely worried about it though. He was determined not to mess anything up tonight.

So he had his suit on, and his shoes on. Wasn't he pretty much ready? Still he had his hair to do, and that wouldn't take him long. Taking a break from getting ready for a moment. Iz walked over to his bed, and sat on the side. Turning towards his bedside table he picked up a small black box, and opened it. Looking down at the ring he moved the box a little watching the stones in the heart sparkle. He wasn't sure if these were real diamonds or not, but he knew the silver that made up the ring, was real. He didn't want to get Mar anything that was going to turn her finger a shade of green. He was sure she wouldn't appreciate that too much. Closing the box he sat it back down on the table, and stood up. Looking at the small clock that sat on his roomates table he still had a little bit of time to mess around, but he really couldn't think of anything to do, but finish getting ready, and he really didn't want to get down to the hall real super early. He would feel stupid.

Moving to the bathroom now Izzekiel ran a brush through his jet black hair. It was weird how going from blond to black could look so good. He often thought that people that had blond hair could never pull off black, but he thought he did it pretty well. His blond hair just didn't fit him anymore. Or so he thought. The first, and probably the last time he would ever dye his hair. That is unless he got tired of the blond after a while again. His mind wasn't exactly empty now, and he was trying to focus on things other then what was on his mind. He had been thinking of this for some time now, and he hated it. He was so confused. Not just about one thing, but everything. He felt so...well stressed and rushed. It was weird because no one was rushing him to do anything. Coming back to reality now Iz dropped the brush in the sink, and went back to sit on his bed. He was ready now, and the time couldn't have been going any slower. It probably would have been smart not to start getting ready so early.

After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling Izzekiel got bored out of his mind, and decided that he would head down to the entrance hall. He didn't really care at this point whether or not he was super early. He would find Mar eventually, and he could always find someone to talk to until he did. Standing up from his bed he sprayed on someone of his cologne, and picked the box up from the bedside table. Exiting his room he found the common room empty. It was kind of eerie in a way, but he didn't pay too much attention as he just passed through to enter the hallway. Starting down towards the entrance hall a few people pass him. So he knew he wouldn't be the only one there. Which eased him a little. Finally reaching the place where the dance was being held he stood in the doorway, and looked around the room. It was decorated, and it looked amazing. He didn't see Mar anywhere, but then again he had just scanned through the people so she could have been in there, and he just missed her. He figured he would wait outside for a mintute, and see if he couldn't find her out there anywhere.

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Must be Rouerie

[bigmidscl0608]

First Name
Roxy

Last Name
crix

appearance

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History
Roxy s part veela, she have veela -blood. Her mom's mom was a veela who married a wizard, and mom became a witch, her mom went to Salem witches academy, and her dad went to Hogwarts. Her brother nox, is going to Durmstrang. Roxy’s older sisters, vixen and jinx, they are identical twins, they going to Hogwarts, and they are both in Gryffindor. Nox goes to Durmstrang because at the time we were living in Bulgaria, and her sisters go to Hogwarts because they England at the time and, they moved to France this past summer and Roxy starts school this year so she came here.

Personality:
Roxy is nice and fun loving. caring, can be evil at times, all right student, good person. Roxy reads, listen/writes music. She knows how to use a wand very well. She gets home sick sometimes. She is a day dreamer. She loves making friends, but don't make her mad.

Sample RP:
Roxy takes out a quill a piece of parchment and some ink from my desk drawer. she takes the cork off the ink, and slowly put the quill into the bottle. Roxy writes to her parents,
dear mom and dad,
I am having fun at school. I wish you could be here to experience everything with me. I haven't made any friends yet,hopefully soon. I'll defiantly be be taking defense against the dark arts, potions, and charms i don't know about other classes. well i should be getting ready soon for classes.
I'll write to you soon.
love,
Roxy

she carefully put the quill down, put the cork on the ink, and put them away in her desk. she then grabbed her wax and stamp, with the letters RC built into it, rolled up the parchment and burned her wax onto the parchment keeping it closed, she then took her stamp and stamped the wet wax, on the wax was the letters RC, she proudly smiled, and walked to her pet owl, Marx, and said" bring this to mom and dad have them feed you, and stay the night, then come back tomorrow, bye " I then opened the window and he flew out, she walked over to her desk and put everything away, she then walked over to her closet got dressed in her robes, grabbed her bag full of books and her wand, and put it in her right front pocket, left room and went down the stairs.

This could use a bit of work, to be honest. In your history, you switched tenses andsome things didn't make sense. And there are some things that should be capitalized that are not all throughout the application as well as grammatical mistakes. Maybe try to elaborate more on both Roxy's history and on her personality as well, so as to make them into actual paragraphs. Once this is fixed, your application will be looked over again. ^^

[liliannaoreily]

First Name:Lilanna
Last Name: O'Reily
Age:16
Appearance:
History: Lillianna was born exactly at midnight as the new year was coming in. She was born to Marice and Rhiannon O'Reily in Dublin, Ireland. She was the oldest and only child of the couple. Her mother and father had been trying for years to have a child. Somehow by a streak of luck they found out that Rhiannon was pregnant with who was to be called Lilianna. The pregnancy was complicated, her mother having to be on bedrest for a long time. It was hard on both parents because her mother was by nature a very active woman. While her father was constantly gone because of some type of 'business' here or there that he 'had' to attend to. When the call came into her father though that Lilianna was about to be born he got to the hospital as soon as he could.

The delievery went well for the most part lilly came without a hitch so to speak. But a few minutes after everything was said and done, her mother started to hemmorage. The doctors couldn't get it to stop, and soon they had lost her. The news came as a shock to her father, he didn't want to believe it. After all weren't they both pureblood wizards? It couldn't be he couldn't allow his wife to go. He argued with himself for the longest time, at first he didn't want to keep lilianna. He wanted to give the girl to his mother who was already up there in age, because she looked like a exact replica of her mother almost. The time went on and infact she was given to her grandmother for the first 1yr of her life.

Finally her grandmother O'Reily started to get sick and couldn't take care of the girl. Her father had to take her, where else would she go? He wasn't gonna give his only daughter to a possible MudBlood family! The O'Reilys had a upstanding family name in the wizarding world he couldn't let that happen! He took the young girl, but barely paid attention to her as she grew. Pushing her off onto nannies and onto people who would watch her. This caused her as she grew to crave for attention. When she was 6 years old she would throw tantrums when she wouldn't get away and scared off alot of nannies. She would tell them they weren't her boss, and would cause mischieve around the family manor.

When she did start showing signs of a ability for magic it was through hexs. She would say something with alot of strong meaning and it would happen. She would constantly talk to the dead because for the longest time she thought they were her only friend. Where her father wasn't around he made up for by buying her things that he could get. Needless to say she was spoiled yes, he would always talk down about muggleborn wizards and halfbloods. He told her that she was to be strong, and not to take kindly to those types. They were nothing but trouble and not worth their salt.

It wasn't till her first year in Beauxbatons Academy that she started to get bad. She wouldn't talk to the Muggleborns nor would she Talk to the halfbloods for the longest time. She would constantly look down upon them. On her 14th birthday her father got her a pet snake, which she found out later his name was Malicious. This was of course by going through someone who could speak parsal tongue/

Personality: When one first see's Lilly they may see a self centered girl. Very egotistical and very sure of herself, sometimes prone to looking down on others who aren't of 'pureblood' status. She holds a disdain for them, because of the way her father talked about them. She can be very friendly if you catch her in a good mood. When she is happy everyone has got to know about it in her opinion. She will laugh and tell jokes and just ramble on for hours. To another extreme she craves attention that her father never gave her. Leading her to do things that will get her into trouble just so she can be noticed. One of the major things is to break the rules in anyway possible.

Very spoiled she can become abit overbearing. Sometimes to the extreme of whining if she don't get her way. To her, her closest friend is her pet snake who she feels like she can tell all her problems to and the only one who will listen. She is abit manipulative causing alot of problems for her when it comes to making friends. To her if she can blackmail you into something she will. When it does come to sadness she will show it, and secretly she has a soft spot for others who have lost a parent. As much as she hates to admit it, if someone is feeling down she will try to give them a helping hand. One can say this is a plus side to her personality along with her being very optimistic about almost everything. Instead of seeing the glass half empty she will try to see it as half full sometimes it don't work but thats just her.


Sample RP:It was late like usual around her house she was the only one up. Her and her pet snake malicious were the only two really. It was another one of those nights, her father was gone late and she didn't know where. He always said it was on business but she wondered, she wondered if maybe he was out doing something or someone he shouldn't. Yes she knew it wasn't good thoughts for a young girl to have but it was her, she couldn't help it. She in a way felt like she had to protect her father. He was constantly depressed she could almost feel it sometimes. A few times she had asked about her mother, and he would go into silence refusing to speak about her only saying that they went to Beauxbatons together.

Each year she went back she hoped she would learn maybe some information about her mother. This year was no different, she couldn't help but start to go on about going back to Malicious. 'Dear malicious you know how I love to go back every year sometimes I hope I find new stuff out about my mother..' to this he let out a hissing sound that didn't translated to her ears into but was saying -Lilly you know why your father don't like to talk about your mother....I think in a way he resents you- she couldn't help but feel this way to. All her life he avoided her to the best of his abilities. She had seen pictures of her mother and father together and she knew she looked like her alot. Sometimes she wondered If that was the reason he avoided her.

She knew that tommorow would be the day she was to head out. Even with these thoughts she couldn't help but be anxious. She wondered what other halfbloods and Muggleborns she could pick on. She knew it was wrong but she just couldn't help it, after all she had a reputation to uphold. Along with the fact that she knew if she got in trouble at Beauxbatons it would be reported back to her father. At least she was getting some attention right? Standing she ran a finger gently over the serpents head as she sighed. "Malicious tommorow we will return....We will cause trouble and I will have my father notice me again" The serpent just coiled up lifting its head to look at her as she spoke.

Sournois seems to fit Liliana well.

[limeydeer]

First Name: Sephora
Middle Name: Laili
Last Name: Shellhorn
Birthday: 17^th of August
Age: Sixteen
Appearance:

History: When Sephora was eight months old her mother, a metamorphmagus, left her and her father for a life without them. Lana Blanc (Sephora’s mother) had suffered terrible post-natal depression which had progressively got worse over the months. Sephora hates her mother for abandoning her and subsequently refuses to have any contact with her when such an opportunity arises.
However being raised only by her father, Michael Shellhorn, allowed Seph (as she is called by friends) to develop a close bond with him. Michael, a muggle, found it difficult to cope with Seph’s abilities while she was growing up, but his love for his daughter was insurmountable and aidied him through it. Now that Seph is sixteen he has more troubles with her lover for fast motorcycles and on occasion fast brooms.
When Sephora was eight a squib family moved into their neighbourhood. They quickly realised that Sephy was a metamorphmagus and the two families formed a fast friendship. Surge, the son of squib parents, introduced her to guitars, which quickly became her first love. Surge also shares the Shellhorn’s passion for motorcycles and works in Michael’s mechanics shop, in which Seph spends a lot of her time.

Personality: Sephora, being raised solely by her father, has tomboy tendencies. She doesn’t care much for sharing all her thoughts and feelings with people, not even her close friends. Instead she expresses them out into song, finding her outlet in the strings of her guitar. However she does enjoying getting dressed up, and enjoys shopping like most girls.
Sephy has an adventurous spirit. Often she uses one of her father’s many motorcycles or her own broom to go travelling and exploring. This coupled with her fun loving; joy seeking nature often lands her in trouble. Luckily she has great people skills, fine tuning them in the small bar she plays guitar in on Friday nights for tips.
Sephora is loud and often overly friendly, stepping across boundaries unwittingly. However, once she makes a true friend she is unbelievingly loyal and would do most anything for them. As such disloyalty is one thing she can not abide. When she feels betrayed in such away she can be incredibly vindictive, finding some means to get revenge.

Sample RP: Sephora closed the case shut on her treasured guitar. Smiling at the leather with the golden bird in lay she remembered when her father had given it to her.
Her fifteenth birthday, the case was a gift. ‘You know Sephora means bird right?’ He’d said. Of course she knew, he’d been calling her ‘Bird’ for as long as she could remember. Still it was one of the greatest gifts she’d ever received. She loved it dearly, and now it was time to strap it on her back.
Now it was time to leave for Beauxbatons.
It felt like this day was so far away yesterday, yet here she was in a strangely de-cluttered room. Some of its contents waiting downstairs packed away in her powder blue trunk. All that was left was her guitar case, a satchel bag (both now strapped to her person) and her goodbyes.
How was she going to say goodbye to her best friend and her father? Writing a song was a feasible option, if she had done it when the idea first occurred to her two days a go. Now it was just too late and she was going to have to do it the old fashioned way.
Or she could do it her way.
She rushed to her desk and pulled some plain notebook pay which she hadn’t packed yet and wrote out two long heartfelt goodbyes. Complete with clichés such as: “this isn’t goodbye forever” and “I’ll miss you more than you know”.
Moving to her windowsill where a happily hooting owl awaited her.
“Hey Alida,” she spoke giving the owl an affectionate rub “fly downstairs and give these to Dad and Surge okay? I’m going grab my broom from the shed outside and make my way there, so you just come catch up with me when you’re done. Don’t worry I told Dad to just send my trunks and your cage to Beauxbatons ok?” The owl chirped happily and waited until its master had shimmied down the trellis outside her window before it set to its mission.

Maybe it would be better to double space between paragraphs to make things easier to read through?
Must be Cossu.

[jayelliotquinten]

First Name:

jay elliot

Last Name:

quinten

Age:

sixteen

Appearance:

blue/green eyes
big, plump lips
braces
a few freckles
longish hair, for a guy
5'5" tall
slightly muscular, but not overboard
black hair
dresses like 'a scene kid' with a little bit of his own touch

History:

jay elliot quinten has been a mama's boy since he was two. he loves her to death. since he's never had a father and has no siblings, charlotte rae quinten has been his best friend forever. sometimes, he even calls her char instead of mum. some people say that's why he's so .. unmanly. or at least, that's how they used to make fun of him before he discovered he was a wizard. they used to call him 'ms. quinten' or 'jessica' or stupid names like that, trying to make fun of him. he just shrugged it off, the names didn't bother him. he was as manly as he wanted to be, and that was all he cared about. that and the fact that he had amazing hair. yeah, i guess you could say he was a little cocky about his hair, but really, he's just really confident and has an amazing sense of self-esteem. he loves the way he looks. it also helps that his mum always said he looked exactly like his deceased father, chester elliot quinten, and that his father was considered a 'lady's man' when he was alive, single and married.

when jay found out he was a wizard, he literately bounced up and down and twirled and sang and danced for at least an hour. his mum couldn't stop laughing. it was a bright summer's day and jay had been playing with his great dane, chester, when it happened. it being his 11th birthday, he was going to get his letter soon anyways for hogwarts, since he used to live in england. he was playing with chester when all of a sudden, chester started levitating. all jay had wanted to do was to have chester fly up onto the couch, but instead, chester started flying around the room. jay's mother, charlotte, had come in and ducked just before the big dog smacked her in the side of the head. quickly, she grabbed the dog out of the air and placed him on the ground beside jay, who was laughing hysterically. later that day, and old man in a funny robe came and talked to char and jay, and explained everything. and gave jay his hogwarts letter.

for five years, jay had gone to hogwarts every year, falling in love with the whole 'him being a wizard' thing. the one thing he absolutely fell for was potions class. ever since he found out it was like muggle chemistry, he loved it. but when he found out that you could put exotic things in it to brew stuff and all, he totally fell in love. he also loooved quidditch. he was slytherin's beater at hogwarts and could hit the bludger miles and miles away. he never got picked on at hogwarts because everyone loved his witty personality and charming smirk. also, he had grown up and wasn't such a girly guy anymore. now he was .. well 'manly', if you wish. during the summer between his fifth and sixth year of school, his mum moved to france, as she had found one of his father's sister and thought it'd be better for jay to be around family. so, now he was enrolled in beauxbatons. hopefully, they accepted him here as they had accepted him in hogwarts.

Personality:

if you haven't met jay, you really should. like right now. this kid has got to be one of thee nicest guys around. he's a compelete gentlemen, always opening doors for girls or pulling out their chairs for them. he also is always smiling, even when he's upset. he can't help being happy, he's just a happy kid, always witty and has a charming smirk planted on his face. he loves to draw, has quite a liking for potions, he finds poetry absolutely amazing, and can play the guitar like he was born with one. also, if you were to put a beater's bat in his hand, he could swing at a bludger and hit it miles and miles away. jay is the kind of guy who's quiet and too himself if you're a stranger. though when he gets to know you, he's loud and outgoing and loads of fun. jay is one of those guys who you meet, and never forget, because he leaves such an impression on you that it's pretty amazing. he's like the wizard version of doctor phil, always helping people with their problems.

then again, everyone has their bad traits. jay can get .. angry. really, really angry. and when he does, all he sees is black. he's only gotten this angry two times in his life, and each time someone has ended up in the hospital. the first time, he got pissed at his step-dad because the fool had hit jay's mother. so jay flipped, knocking his step-loser out and placing him in the hospital for a few days. the second time, he lost it on a kid at school, who had picked on his little cousin. the guy had her pinned to a wall with a bunch of his friends surrounding her. jay lost it on the guy, almost killed him. but he never knew he was doing it. it's the main problem with him. but he can also be deadly quiet, if he's upset enough. he'll just sit there and not talk, for a really long time, until he either gets over it or someone makes him smile. overall, he's a really good guy.

Sample RP:

Stretching, he rose from the forest floor and smiled at his surroundings, taking them in happily. It was deathly quiet in the part of the woods he was in, so quiet you could hear his breathing a mile away. It was more panting than breathing after all the hard work he had done, but still, you could. Sometimes, the forest seemed too mainstream; as if it were a bubble full of bees, and he hated it. So now, as the sun set, he knew the other students would soon enter the beautiful bubble and he knew it was his time to leave. Shaking his arms a little, to loosen them up, he started in a light jog heading towards the school. Hopefully I'm not too sweaty, he thought as he passed a few schoolmates with welcoming smiles. He didn't like being the center of attention, but being the center of attention and looking like a fool would be worse. A lot worse.

He had been exercising to the extreme in the forest, a few chin ups to climbing of some trees and even a few yoga poses, trying to get rid of the stressful feeling contained inside him, slowly building up. It had worked, thankfully, as if it had stayed inside him he would have to blow, and he was now content as he could be. It was a wonderful feeling; his muscles burning; his blood pumping; his head pounding. It was amazing, the pain of it all. After all, one of his favourite sayings, 'Pain in just weakness leaving the body.' People would call him crazy, having worked out in a forest all evening, but it was relaxing being surrounded by nature's finest creations. Especially after all the schoolwork that had been laid on him hard. He could feel eyes on him as he ran across the fields, obviously wondering why he was running at sundown as most people ran during the day, but he didn't mind at all. He had a destination planted in his head and he was going to get there.

After a shower.

He showered quickly, only for about ten minutes, but felt relieved of the dirt and grime all the same. Quickly redressing into a blue tee and black jeans, Jay hurried out his dorm and upstairs with a smile sitting playfully on his lips. When he found the empty hallway that lead to where he wished to go, he broke out into song, hoping no one would be listening. Jay's mum and friends may say he's good, but he doesn't really believe that, having listened to himself sing in the shower. Smiling at the thought, he sang softly as he skipped up the stairs. Upon reaching the circular room, he danced around it at least twice until he felt the presence of someone else, which made him stop abruptly. Blushing, he notices a girl, probably a little younger than him, sitting in the windowsill. His smile went from happy to sheepish. "Oops." He said this as if he was a kid getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Well-written application, but the rules on the first page of this thread state that the sample rp must be from the character's point of view.
Fix this, and then I will be able to sort you. ^^
ohhh, oops. fixed. :]
Thank you. ^^ Must be Cossu.

[clementine]

First Name:
Clementine

Last Name:
Song

Age:
17

Appearance:


History:
Clementine grew up on a farm on the borders of Toulouse in France. Her mother is half Veela and her father was a pure blooded French wizard. Marie Song is a professional dressage rider for France and taught her daughter the ways of horsemanship from a very young age. Meanwhile Clementine's father, Dominique Song worked in Maintenance at the French Ministry. As she was a lonely child on a huge farm, Clementine discovered ways to keep herself and her magic, occupied through various creative projects she set herself. After her father killed himself due to some unknown reason, Clementine took to drawing and writing to express how she was feeling as it still hurt to talk about it.

Even after years had passed since his death, Clementine had never really opened up about it or grieved fully. In the first few years at school, Clem kept her head down and got on with the work, her work was always handed in on time and to a high standard. But as she's got older, she's learned to let go and enjoy life fully, she's really only just beginning to come out of her shell. Her mother just hopes that she doesn't fall in with the 'wrong crowd'.

Personality:
As mentioned Clementine was once a very shy girl who wouldn't say boo to the ghost that lurked in her family stables. She grew more confident as she got older and more mature, the attention she got from boys helped that though. She doesn't resent her veela heritage, she just wished that it didn't make males go loopy at the sight of her. Drawing, painting and writing short stories is some of her favourite pastime's when she hasn't got school work to do. She's also just discovered the art of fashion design, particularly that of regal styled clothes made with flowing material.

Sample RP:
The frozen grass crunched underneath her heavy booted feet as Clementine made her way through the crowded Equestrian event in Paris. It was jam packed with different people from all sorts of walk of life, it was hard to tell who was a wizard and who was a muggle. She shivered slightly as a gust of icy wind blew through the arena and drew her pale blue jacket tighter around her body for warmth. The movement drew the attention of a nearby man who grinned at her and winked suggestively with a cheeky wiggle of his eyebrows.

Without even acknowledging him, Clem turned and headed to the V.I.P enclosure to wish her mother good luck for the dressage. She flashed the security guard a dazzling smile to gain access and stepped lightly into the heated temporary stables. Marie Song had just mounted her faithful mare, River Diamond, so Clementine quickly stepped over all manure in her way and approached the horse from the side. With a gently pat to it's neck she smiled at her mother. "Good luck. Be safe."

I'm thinking Cossu for Miss Song.

[aston]

First Name:
Aston Marie
Last Name:
Riddle
Age:
17
Appearance:
A quick glance is never enough for one of Aston’s status, one really has to take a longer look to fully appreciate all that is going on. The blend of her features is something to be admired for more than a few seconds and in her lifetime Aston has received more than her far share of double-takes, even triple-takes. What first catches people is obviously her body. I mean really, if you’re walking by somebody on the street that’s going to be the first thing that you immediately see, your mind processes it so quickly that you likely don’t even notice. Now obviously people are going to see that she’s female, if they don’t then they must be blind and deaf because it’s simply just painstakingly clear. Although Aston is not exactly curvy she has enough of a bust and wide enough hips to scream of femininity. But her beauty goes beyond that, far beyond, above those long legs and narrow torso. Beyond even the naturally creamy skin tone. Where the body will quickly lose attention the face will hold it, and likely for a significant time.

The eyes are what draw the attention next, framed as they are by thick, dark lashes. A most brilliant shade of gray blue they are rather deep set, lending her the appearance of always being broody or tired. Bedroom eyes they have been called, and the title suits them well. Aston is never one to wear a great deal of make-up, but she will often line her eyes, knowing that they are indeed her best feature. If you look close enough they are not a simple brown, almost a red color lined with a deep chocolate color that blends together to become a whiskey amber color. Her eyes are the windows to her soul and they bare her emotions for the world to see, even though she has learned to control what emotions are displayed by this point in her life.

The eye is likely to follow those eyes to Aston’s nose, what she considers to be one of her worst features. More than once she has complained that it is too long and too wide not to mention patterned with freckles. Luckily the world did invent cover-up and Aston has spared no expense making sure that the rest of the world will never learn of the very bane of her existence. In her opinion freckles make her seem far too cutesy, a term that the young woman loathes completely. Nonetheless her nose really isn’t that terrible, paired as it is with full, pouty lips and high cheekbones it in fact defines her, makes her all the more appealing.

She also hates her jaw line. While most women like a square, thick jaw like Aston’s, she can’t stand it on her. She feels it makes her look almost mule like, and finds it to over-done against her thin neck and the rest of her tiny body. She does not accent it much, and actually prefers to underplay it by wearing her hair down to cover the harsh line.

The hair, being one of the first and last things mentioned, is really quite luscious. It falls in lovely waves over the young woman’s shoulders, thick and dark. Yet in the right light it can seem almost honey-brown as opposed to black-brown. It also seems to change with the seasons, being much darker in the winter than in the summer months. Her hair is almost always perfectly groomed, though she never bothers to do anything overtly fancy with it. Beyond leaving it down (where it looks best) the only other thing she bothers doing is the odd ponytail or a messy bun. Even then it never stays up for long, various pieces falling down to frame her face. The stray strands often get in her way, thus the habit she has developed of constantly toying with her hair, pushing it off of her face or simply twirling it around her finger.

Back to the body, time for a better look. She definitely has a model’s body. Aston is short in comparison to most girls, reaching only five foot five inches in height. It seems that the average height hovers more around five foot seven, so Aston is often a bit smaller than most. Luckily the men are always much taller than her (usually at least) because honestly she would not be able to stand dating somebody who was shorter than her. Her legs are extremely long, giving her a look akin to a gazelle, finished off by her large brown eyes. Her build is typical to any girl who spends a lot of time outside. She’s slim and well toned with hardly an ounce of fat on her body due to the fact that she is constantly active and busy.

Aston loves expensive clothes, she always has. Aston loves her body, and dresses in a way that shows it. In her social status, she is expected to look professional all the time. She often spends large amounts of money on tailored suits and heels that accent her long legs. However, when out of society’s eye, the girl lives in Muggle jeans. She loves them, and finds them far more comfortable than the slacks and skirts she often wears.

History:
Aston was born in the summer of 1980 as the only child of Tom Riddle and Martina Understrom. As the only daughter of two of the wealthiest and most influential wizards of the time, she grew up with all of the privilege that one would expect. Se had every material thing her heart desired, private tutors, and was the little princess of the Riddle kingdom. However with all this privilege came great responsibilities and expectations. A Riddle was expected to excel in all areas. They were expected to be in control of themselves at all times, and they were expected to uphold everything it meant to bear the last name. Despite that her father was never around, and she never really knew him, her mothe rallowed for nothing less than perfection in all of those areas

Aston has always adored and worshiped her mother, wanting to be just like her. She would always watch and try to mimic everything she could, spending hours in her mother’s study, copying everything she could. In turn, the older woman gave her daughter the attention she desired. Her mother arranged for private tutors, but there were some branches of magic she taught her daughter herself.

Since coming to Hogwarts, Aston has done fairly well for herself, not that most people are aware of it or would agree with her. She had messed up on a relationship with Harry Potter from the beginning and has never recovered. Aston is considered the 'Slytherin Princess' and just about everyone in her house looks to her for leadership, which is exactly the way she plotted it. She was marked as a Death Eater in the summer before his 6th year, though no one has seen her mark. She was ordered to work her way into the heart of one Albus Dumbledore, and become the apple of his eye, then get him vulnerable so Draco Malfoy could enact his plan. If Aston followed orders, the Dark Lord promised to leave her be for the rest of her days. Aston half completed her mission. She did work her way into his heart, but Dumbledore was not killed. She did successfully let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts, which is why she wasn’t killed for failing.

The summer before her 7th year was a painful one. She was greatly punished for his failure to kill Dumbledore and she learned a new definition of pain, the Dark Lord personally saw to that. She was a prisoner in the Dark Lord’s headquarters, while most of the Death Eaters were in Azkaban. She was only allowed to leave in the presence of Bellatrix LeStrange or Severus Snape. One day during the summer, Adrian Pucey came to visit her in DE Headquarters. Two weeks later the Death Eaters were pardoned and sent home. Aston was sent to the Ministry to go through the Pardoning Process in September was getting ready to board the Hogwarts Express.

Her father, at the last moment, seemed to think better of it and decided to send Aston to another school where there would not be as much prejudice against her. Finally, he decided on Beauxbatons, where no one knew of anything that had happened at Hogwarts the summer before.

Personality:
Aston is a silent worker. She works in subtle ways to get the things that she desires most. Whereas most people will barge through and claim, Aston will scheme and use her wits and cunning to bring about the change that will suit her needs.

She can be deemed as cold and unfeeling but there is a deeper sense to the outlier. One must dig deeper then face value to see the true colors, no matter what shade they are. Few have recognized her true beauty held within the dark depths. Accepting of anything with a dark nature Aston embraces the ways of battle and death like someone familiar with its intricate designs. She is controlled in how she shows people her true workings, choosing only to reveal them to those that are truly worthy.

Aston doesn't do anything by half. If she embarks on a challenge, she will do whatever it takes to accomplish it.. If she loves, she loves with her whole being.. if she hates, then the worse death is reserved for that being. She is a truly valuable asset to a fighting force becoming indifferent to life and death.

However, despite her driven nature, she has a tendency to let her own arrogance that runs so rampant in her family get in her way. Because of this, she can also be very vain and insubordinate, which can get her in trouble. She has the tendency to be stubborn as a mule and is unwilling to listen to others, even if she knows they’re right.

She has the tendency to become confrontational if she fears that someone is starting rumors about her, and her explosive temper often has a tendency to run away with her. She usually is very level headed, but you insult anyone she holds close, it’s going to be ugly. When she gets angry, it’s almost impossible to get her away from her target. And she won’t care who’s in the way when she gets in a rage. You can only get her off by throwing a rope around her and pull her off.

The young woman has the biggest fear of having someone take advantage of her, emotionally, sexually, financially. She hates feeling powerless, or that she does not have control of anything, be it a battle or a relationship. She often will do whatever is needed to feel in control, be it a put down or start rumors. But, unless you get on her bad side, she is a pleasant person.

Aston truly is her father’s daughter, she’s cold, calculating, intelligent, and quick on her feet, not only that, but she’s good at Dark Arts. She’s attractive, and she knows it, so she will often use it to her advantage. She enjoys being looked at, and is thought of some what a daisy, as she often is more worried about her appearance, but when it comes to it, she will get dirty. She’s sharp and sarcastic, giving her the true Riddle qualities, but she, unlike her father, does have a sensitive side. Her hypocrisy knows absolutely no bounds, so she has the tendency to tell someone to stop something while doing it herself.

Sample RP:
Adriana resisted the urge to cringe when she felt hands on her. She was not used to being touched in such a personal manner that it surprised her at first. She noticed that, not far away, Constantine has stopped his uncontrollable freak and was moving back towards the group idly, now calm and sweating at the junctures in his body. 'Stupid animal' she thought mildly, which was not true. She loved that horse, and he was definitely not at stupid animal, but he was a horse. Horses were flight animals, and were easily frightened.

"I'm fine, really." She replied, moving to sit up before she pushed back down. "I've been thrown worse by a pony. Really, I'm fine." She replied, ignoring the blood on her glove. Head wounds bled easily, and it wasn't her temple, so she wasn't worried. The hand around her shoulders was comforting, but it was a man's arm and, when she noticed, she was very visibly far more uncomfortable. She never had been this close to a man before, and it made her extremely ill at rest.

The man holding her began calling for the other man who was sitting with the two, massively huge dogs. Frightening, but endearing animals that gave her the urge to curl up with one and fall asleep. Actually, sleeping felt like a very good idea, but she knew she couldn't do that. If she had a concussion, the last thing she needed was sleep.

A hand reached up and brushed the loose curls from her face and behind one ear, out of the way for now. She swallowed hard then as the other man came over as well, kneeling now in front of her. "I told you, I'm fine. I've had my fair share of falls, this isn't too terrible. I'll be sore tomorrow, however." Her voice was calm and even. She felt no adrenaline loss anymore, as she used to after a fall. There was no shakiness, no trembling, she felt perfectly fine, all be it a little sore, but fine.

She could smell the alcohol before she saw it, watching with interest out of the corner of her eye as the other man wet a handkerchief and pressed it to the back of her head. He had been right, it did sting a little. She cringed and inhaled sharply through her teeth, closing her eyes for a moment, but that was the only reaction out of her.

Please fix your username to match the one given in your application before I can sort you.

This may be detailed and have an interesting history, but I cannot allow you to have the last name Riddle. Also, in the history you're putting her too much in the story that has already been told by JK Rowling. For example, her knowing Harry Potter and trying to help kill Albus Dumbledore....here at Beauxbatons we may be in the Potterverse, but we dont do cannon here. I'm sorry but the history would have to be completly redone without these large portions. Please try to do this without mentioning any canon names.