Sorting (Term Twelve)

[abel]

First Name:

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abel
Last Name:
abendroth
Age:
17
Appearance:
*see signature*
History:
Born in the woods on february 16th,1992, In the tree right next to Emily[stanton]'s* tree who they considered the two to be twins. He was born to Emmeline and Adel Abendroth at midnight at the same time as Emily. He was a small child, smaller than a normal human child but his size didnt phase him. He was active and always moving. He couldnt stay still. He'd race other fairies since he was just a tot. He used to play alot with emily. They were the best of friends and she taught him all she knew about the stars and the moon and the universe and he taught her about the properties of fire, in fact, hes the one that really got her into fire. She had discovered it on her own, the amazingness of it all, but he pushed her to loving it more, in a positive way kind of. They were naughty children. Not in a way that they would be mean but they liked to create mischief and play with fire and be dangerous. They would and could never see themselves as more than friends, it would never work.

When emily moved away, it seemed to be the end for Abel. He played by himself, started catching things on fire for the soul purpose of getting his anger out. Over time it subsided but he still felt the pain. They wrote constantly, they were too far away geographically but it was the idea that they were no longer together. It was emotional for him but it only made him a stronger person. After a while, the letters werent so frequent and she had never mentioned that she went to Beauxbatons until her last letter which was the first in 2 years and he made up his mind to go there. Better for him, to see her again, and there was more opportunity.

His parents divorced on their anniversary December 12th and months later, may, they were both killed. It was the day before he planned to leave that they died and it broke him, shattered him into a thousand millions of pieces. He took a look around the forest and found nothing here for him, He had to leave if he was going to stay alive. There was too much pain, too much of nothing. His stuff was already packed up but there wasnt much, just his books and clothes. So the next day after he had planned to leave, he left. They hadnt buried his parents yet and he didnt want to watch. They argued so much and put his life through hell but they always loved him and he always loved them back. So he was off to see the one person who knew him, who cares about him and the one person who knew everything about him.

Personality:
Caring - Abel is really caring and is good at listening to other people and helping them. He's been through a lot of stuff that he understands a lot of peoples problems. Surely not all because there are different mediums between the people who others talk about that they are having troubles with and the people he tries to relate them to in his life. He also looks for the best in people even if he finds the worst in them first. He gives everyone he meets a chance and its up to them to make him want to keep them in his life unless they have something against him and they dont want him in thier life. He's very sweet and takes care of girls. However, he doesnt let anyone take advantage of him or step on him or put him down, thats where he loses it and gets wicked ticked off.

Temper - Oh yes, despite the sweet caring abel, he has a temper and no patience. He's tough, physically and mentally and knows how to fight words and punches. He doesnt take crap from anyone and his heart is stone although he opens it to everyone he knows when to go harsh on people, knows when to hate someone. He gets ticked off easily but he knows how to control himself. He does curse a lot and its hard for him not to but he keeps it undercontrol for the most part.

Intelligent - Abel knows a lot. Simply put. He doesnt need a textbook to learn something, he probably already knows it because he reads and writes so much. He reads newspapers all the time and hes probably got at least a half a dozen to a dozen library books on his name and then theres his countless volumes of books that he owns. He also writes a lot. he writes everything from poetry to executive summarys from fiction to biographies.

Dangerous - Its not that Abel is dangerous per say, he still have his mischievous side and being a fire fairy, fire is his specialty but he loves to throw knives and sword fight with others and jus work on his skills by himself. Hes actually pretty skilled at it but he wouldnt use his skill to harm others

Negative - Though hes bright and caring he has a dark outlook on life. He tries to make the best of life but he knows reality all too well and doesnt try to put a damper on things, hes just telling the truth and telling it how it is and will be. Along with that "negative" side to him, hes honest with everyone, and he doesnt talk behind thier backs.

Theres so much to Abel that its hard to put in words, he's kind of a mystery and he doesnt tell people about himself or whats really bugging him, besides emily because he does have trust issues. He knows when to trust people with certain things but he trusts no one with his problems or his heart.

Sample RP:
The words in his mind flowed just as easily on the notebook on his lap. His quill scratched across the page like water through a river. The letters intricately carved onto the paper. He was deep in thought, listening to the sounds of the birds, the beeze and voices of people nearby. When he was writing nothing else mattered. He didnt socialise when he was writing. He hated disturbances, it imbalanced his thoughts. He flipped the page fast and harshly and continued to scrawl. Nothing interupted him writing thats why he turned the page so fast, he couldnt stop.

He was working on a short story. A very short one, in his neat small handwriting, he was on the 3rd sheet of paper (one sheet=front and back) and he was almost done. But he knew where it was going to go and he didnt slow down when he got to the end. It was like running. You do a steady pace(in this case steady was pretty fast) and when you get to the last stretch, you sprint because youll want to slow down but when you do its when you want to push yourself and make it to the finish.

His neck and back was starting to cramp up His neck from keeping it bowed as he followed his hand across teh page and his back from bending a bit and the need to fly. He couldnt stop to take care of his pain, he needed to finish. Hed gone days writing, no sleeping at all, yes he rested and he kept enough food next to him to last and he would eat minimally each time. Placing the last period at the end of the selection, he dropped his quill on the page.

Looking up, he put his hands the bench and bent back and to each side to crack his back. Running his fingers through the end of his firey red hair, he looked around. People gossiping about. He wasnt really in the mood to talk to many people after he finished writing. He picked up his thick notebook, almost filled with his stories and songs and poetry and closed it up. He tucked his quill in the rings of the notebook and leaned back and closed his eyes. He needed to fly but he was tired and worked and his eyes blurred although they were still sharp. They hurt to see though and they were better off closed. letting out a soft breath he stared at the inside of his eyelids.**

*This is the same person who plays emily so the autoing is fine obviously.
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Must be Rouerie

[slimshady]

First Name: ze'ev
Last Name: sandoval
Age: seventeen
Appearance:

History: ze'ev is basically a mutt. he was born to jacob and camille sandoval. jacob was a werewolf, while camille was half-veela and half-elven. both of his parents were also wizards. the family lived in london, england for thirteen years, where ze'ev attended hogwarts for his first and second years of schooling. however, he decided to drop out because he wasn't really the 'educational' type of guy. he and his parents moved to america, where they remained for the next three years. ze'ev's father jacob ended up cheating on camille with ze'ev's nanny, and ze'ev's parents were divorced. once the divorce was finalized, camille moved herself and her son to france. she tried her best to persuade him to go back to school. she told him that even though he hadn't cared for hogwarts too much, it didn't mean he wouldn't like beauxbatons as well. so, he decided to give it a go, and here he is today.
Personality: ze'ev is a pretty laid-back kid. he's very chill and go-with-the-flow. he makes friends quite easily as well, simply because he's so friendly. he's a bit outgoing as well. he'd rather be in the center of the dance floor than by himself in a corner. he can be a bit manipulative though, so one should definitely watch out for that. he tends to be stubborn, and refuses to take 'no' for an answer. when he wants something, he will do whatever it takes to achieve it. he's also honest to a fault, sometimes a bit too honest. sometimes the things he says hurts people's feelings, but that's never his intentions. he's also intelligent, though he really only does enough to get through his courses. to sum it up: he's friendly, outgoing, laid-back, a bit manipulative, stubborn to a fault, brutally honest, and intelligent - though he rarely shows his full potential.
Sample RP: ze'ev made his way towards the quidditch pitch. he was psyched for flying class. sure, his father had taught him how to fly, but this was the perfect opportunity to show off what he already knew, as well as learn a bit more. he knew that there was something that he wasn't aware of when it came to flying. he smiled when he reached his destination, broom in hand. it was the best that money could buy. it wasn't that ze'ev was spoiled - it was just that his mother liked doting on him.

on the teacher's instructions, he swung his left leg over the other side of the broom and mounted it. the broom rose steadily until it was a few feet off the ground. a soft laugh escaped ze'ev's lips as the adrenaline pumped through his veins. his excitement of riding his broom never ceased or dissipated. his smile faded, however, when the teacher called him back down. he had only been up there - what - thirty seconds? he gently bit his bottom lip as his feet touched the ground and he swung his leg back over his broom so that he was standing with both feet on the ground. he grabbed the pole of the broom with his right hand, stopping it from hovering.

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Must be Rouerie

[firepheonix]

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

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

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

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

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

Sample RP: My rp sample for other rp site.

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

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

"Hello Zigfried and welcome"

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

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

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

You didn't fix the spacing and misspelled words that you were asked to fix in your last post.

How it looks now?

There are still a lot of places that need spacing after periods and such, and the grammer could use a bit of work. Maybe try elaborating a bit more on the history as well?

[Iv Trovsky]

First Name :: Christopher Alexandre
Last Name :: Dunstan Rye
Age :: 16
Appearance ::

History :: Christopher Alexandre Dunstan Rye was born in Paris on November 29 in 1992. He grew up like a normal child in the french society, living with his parents, but something he didn't know was that his father was a wizard while his mother was a muggle, so they decided to keep it as a secret until he was ready to know it.

Topher attended the muggle school since he was a child, but when he turned 9, he stopped from going to school to start a home teaching, just after he was aware that he was a magician, and that he would enter a school of magic. His father taught him the simple and usual spells for a magician, readying him to be one, and he started to use magic to do everything in home, from washing the dishes to cast light, something that was supposed to make Topher to be fond of magic, and he sort of did.

He learned many spells and how to cast them, things like lumos, wingardium leviosa and similar, so he felt attracted by it and he was keen to become an Auror, thanks to his dad, whom told him everything about them and how wonderful would be to become one.

When he turned eleven, he received the acceptation letter from Beauxbatons, where he would learn everything to become a wizard and reach his dream of being an Auror.



Personality :: Topher is a person who likes to read about magic and to be well informed about anything that concerns the magic community. Since he decided to become an Auror, he is really attached to books and to study hard, trying to learn as much as possible. He likes to visit the surroundings from time to time, when he feels he is free from homeworks and that he hasn't anything to do, except relaxing.

He is a quiet guy easy to get along with that can be really open when you know him better, he is funny but sarcastic, sometimes too much, but only if he is provoked or if he's not in the mood.



Sample RP ::

»»   The excitement of being accepted couldn't be hidden at all. Rushing with everything as he moved upwards, Topher arrived his bedroom in a matter of seconds and started to pack all his stuff.

»»   He took a look at the t-shirts, the jeans, and the sneakers he would be taking with him. He stared at his laptop and the other stuff on his bed, he would find the way to put it all inside his trunk, even though he was also missing the magic supplies, the books, his magic pet and all the things he would buy before the big day came. " I don't know whether taking them with me... or not... " he exclaimed while he was examinating the situation and his pair of blue eyes were fixated on the gadgets. After a feww seconds, he didn't hesitate on putting them inside his suitcase. Even though he was fond of magic, he loved muggle supplies as well, specially those ones with music or where you could save all your data without the fear of losing it. Those things were considered by him like wonderful stuff.

»» He finally grabbed his luggage and walked downwards, taking everything with him. " I'm ready.." he announced, waiting for his father to help him to take him buying the needed material; eager to start his lessons on Beauxbatons.


// I wasn't that inspired so I couldn't do my best, but I hope it works.

Must be Cossu

[seanmarkus]

First Name:
Sean
Middle Name:
Markus
Last Name:
Saunders
Age:
Fifteen
Appearance:

History:

Sean Markus Saunders was born on August 12, 1993, to two muggles; Demitri Saunders, and Vladma Saunders. He was born in Russia. His wizard powers were discovered when he was about ten. He was given up for adoption.

He was adopted by two wizards; Ashley Bingham, and John Bingham. They were a newlywed french couple that were on vacation in Russia. It seemed to be just coincidence that they were wizards.

When Sean was eleven, he still wasn't ready for Beauxbatons, so he had to spend four yeas training for Beauxbatons. So, he's fifteen, now, and he's headed off to the academy.
Personality:
Sean is very playful, but serious at the same time. He kind of keeps to himself most of the time, but he can be very friendly. He's a very weird person, to be entirely honest. He is very short-tempered and creative. Like one of those quiet artist type people.
Sample RP:

Sitting in the large corridor slightly scared Sean. The darkness and quietness joined together, and it was actually pretty scary. It was relaxing, and that's the only reason that Sean came down here every night. He wasn't goign to come down there for no apparent reason. He was surprised that no one else came down there, because he felt that some people sure needed it. They needed a reality check, that's what they needed. Some people put way too much pressure on themselves, about this dumb school. Not Sean.

Sean was the type of person who was the most laid-back guy you could ever meet. Well, all guys were like that. Laaid-back, carefree, and such. He never really cared about what other people said or thought of him. Almost. Teachers, he cared what they thought, because they put down his grades, and they needed to be good. They had to, or he was a failure. The clock struck midnight, so he went back up to his dorm, laying down in an overstuffed chair and falling asleep.

It seems that Sean's history and personality could both use some tuning up. They need to be a bit stronger in delivery.

[shotoftequila]

** basics ,

Full Name ::

[/color] Maria-May Coraline Martini.
Age :: Seventeen.
Gender :: Female.
Weight :: 121 lbs.
Height :: 5'6''.
D.O.B :: February 13th.
Bloodline :: Pureblood.
Patronus :: Jaguar.
Boggart :: Fire Breathing Dragons.
Nicknames :: Maria // May // Mars // MarMar // Ria // Martini
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** history ,

Some peaceful town in Ireland, with the wonderful grassy plains and gorgeous blue skies, a baby girl was born on February the thirteenth to Donavon and Scarlett Martini. It was just a day before Valentines Day, and so they called her their early Valentines gift. Naming her Maria-May Coraline Martini, she was a gorgeous little girl in the families eyes. A pure blood like the rest and the youngest of the Martini children. Even though many of the older siblings were gone out and playing around outside, Maria was to busy doing things artistic inside. Mainly like singing or writing. Drawing she gave up at right when she placed the pencil on the paper; even her stick men are disfigured and it annoys her so its no more point for her. Although, even when she was alone in the room her eldest sister came in and helped her around with her writing. Her sister, Rosabell, was mainly her source of parental guidance. Her father Donavon and mother Scarlett, were always to busy with their Death Eater jobs to even raise or no Maria existed that much anymore. That greatly annoyed her.

At the age of six, a meeting of Death Eaters were hosted in their home and she went around to most of them, hitting them with her plastic hammer her brother had given her. This worried her parents, fearing they would find that her child was a nuisance, when really it only amused them. She was a rather adorable child so someone saying no to her was very rare. She did not become spoiled, she had her moments she did, but not completely. Maria's brother in the picture of the family did not turn up much. He was always out and about with friends or trying to impress their father. Making him proud. He even became head president of this certain group in their Ireland magical school. It was supporting the Death Eaters but before anymore promotion was made, they were all forced to be shipped out of Ireland for the duties of the Death Eaters. Quicker connection they said.

That made Maria even more angry and so when she arrived at their new, France, household, she purposely began to strike back. Her attitude seemed more stubborn and vicious as she craved the attention of her parents. Only did it divert the attention she did not particularly want. Her fathers abuse. Because she was acting out, he was finding the result to beat her from time to time to make her smarten out. She did not act out that much anymore, as the attention she wanted was obviously not going to happen. Thankfully, her eldest sister had an offer she did not refuse. Maria's Aunt and Uncle, Hegan and Trisha, took them both in. This 'helped' their parents for supervision and it made them both smile as they were back in Ireland once more.

Later on did Maria thankfully become one of the students at Clover Leaf's Magical Academy for Wizards and Witches. Her house was of the 'lighter' side. Her parents were not notified of this so she was not scolded for the house she was placed in. Training for magic was going great and she had a nice attitude towards many. Sadly, a tragic thing happened to one of her best friends and them it crashed down upon her Aunt and Uncle. A Dementor was lingering around the school for personal reasons; protection for the school apparently. He took Maria's friend as a threat and killed her, then did the same towards her Aunt and Uncle. It questioned her why, but her sister Rosabell spoke on how they had connections with Death Eaters. Only reason Maria was not killed was because she was never around at those times to witness what happened. This saddened Maria and Rosabell. They were both shipped back over to France, and Maria, being of the age of Seventeen, was placed into the new school of Beuaxbatons. Her attitude had changed as before she had left it seemed many of the people at the school wanted her to leave; bullied her. This ticked her off even more so her attitude was one best suited in the Martini home.

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** personality ,

Maria-May is not afraid to say whatever is on her mind. She is obviously not at all shy and without a second thought will strive until she receives what she wants. Maria is not selfish and a prude, she just knows what she wants and how to get it. For classes, Maria will try her hardest in the one she favors, if the class is boring/useless/unimportant to her, then her bother to try will slip. At momentarily and random times Maria-May will slip off and into her own little world of wonders. Completely and utterly 'gone' from the world in that moment.

If one was to ever read the fair girls thoughts, it would be a rather intriguing moment. As she is much more violent then her looks would quite work for. Her Irish temper runs deep within her veins and is ready to pounce at any moment that the opportunity is given at. Also because of the innocent look she can posses and creates the professors and anyone else, become puddy in her hands, this young thing can get away with bloody murder. While coming off smelling like a bunch of roses also.

When you get past her 'Slytherin' approach, one would see that around her friends and sometimes strangers, she can be the most hyperest girl in the universe. She always has a quick joke on her mind and loves to go out and explore; amusement parks would be her number one hang out spot.

Maria needs quite a bit for you to trust her, as her faith and trust to another does not come free and easily. Once you happen to gain it though, if you ever let even the slightest of secrets out of hers, you lost her trust for good. She will not give a damn if you come crying on your knees to earn it back, unless she is really attached to you herself, then there is no going back at all. Now the main aspects of it all, would be the fact that if you do not approve of said Maria-May, then go b*tch about it. For she does not care if you like her or not, she is not changing for anyone.

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** appearance ,

Standing at the height of 5'6'', Maria-May weights only around one hundred and twenty-one pounds. She is rather light and easy to pick up, so if anyone found out she was of hallowed bone, no one could really be surprised. Her head is in a cross between a heart shape or an oval, as her platinum blond hair sweeps about the sides to frame it as her light green, almond shaped eyes are surrounded by long and dark eyelashes. If anything was to really shine from Maria, it would be her eyes, for that is where all her emotions can pour from. Her lips are framed and gentle, in which she usually places light gloss over them for a brief shine. They normally hold smiles or shy bites on the bottom lip. When angered, she tends to scowl and in the place of a frown is a heated death glare. But that is not a regular thing. Other then that, her face is rather shy and in a dream like state.

For the frame of her body, she is rather curvy for her small height. Its more on the placings of an hour glass although, near the back of her left shoulder is a rather noticeable scar from an unwanted memory. Her stomach is not really toned, yet not just plain. She does work out some and for that, she has a lightly toned stomach, arms and legs. Her complexion is one could compare to a vampires, as it is unusually paler then sapost to be, but she does not favor the light much. She does not care much for working out as she is not athletic like others, but she does take some time off of her writing and musical abilities to work out when she finds it needed or possibly wanted.

Fashion wise, Maria has her own. She does like the light colors of creams, baby pinks and whites but when it comes to other distinct colors, it would be around the bold and flashy. Colors that are neon and could be sought out from a quarter of a mile away. Pants is more along the lines of skinny jeans as shirts could be just t-shirts with some nice logos on it. Vans for shoes or maybe a pair of heels to make her seem taller then her natural height. As in for hair, she loves to add some colorful streaks and pretty clip-in bows. Oh, and for added spark in her looks she has the above lip, on the left side (monroe piercing) and the right side of her bottom lip.

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** role play sample ,

So far, this entire little blurb of words that formed into tunes began to fill up one whole page. This song was going on rather well and the idea seemed rather epic. Usually she would write about what was on her mind other then what popped into her head, but now that this did, she just didn't want to stop adding to it. Maria nibbled on the end of her quill to only have it brush against her nose and that there made a light sneeze happen to burst out. The sneeze resembled one of a little girls, which usually annoyed her. For she was not a little girl. She wiggled her nose to make the tingly sensation go away from the sneeze and went back to her writing. The idea of coming back here was already fresh in her mind, and it was not just because it reminded her of Ireland either. It was just so peaceful and, well, lucky. Maria could not help but notice that each clover had four leaves on each, and so she placed one of her fingers upon one and tugged. It came out of the ground as she looked at the clover in her hand. Yes, four leaves. With a half smile, Maria placed the clover behind her right ear. The top of the clover was easily noticeable in her white blond hair; she liked it.

Going back to her writing, Maria finally finished the end of the song and just then was about to sing it to herself, only to hear a slight thud and then a stuttered hello. Turning her head, her eyes caught sight of a girl who had the American accent. That reminded her, Maria wanted to go to America some time. Preferably the magical parts of America. Only reason to that was partially the way she was brought up, how she thought no one other then a pureblood was worthy of respect. You can not really blame her for she was raised like that, Rosabel did teach her some mannerism though and it was to not judge on looks, but personality. Then when she did see her parents, it was to just judge on blood. Nothing pure, nothing good. That was their motto.

Licking her bottom lip for it had gone a tad dry, she spoke up herself “Hello, .” It was mostly all she said. Maria did not really ask if she was not okay, because in all honesty, she could care less. She did not know this person and for the parts of her caring for nothing. Only time she would ever ask such a thing is if they were blood related or she was a dear friend. Dropping her quill for a moment, Maria looked around the field. Was anyone else here? Probably not, for she saw no one. Just these two apparently. Looking back to the girl, Maria noticed her wave and she arched an eyebrow and nodded for her 'wave'. “Nice top , ” Maria spoke her mind, her thick Irish accent clear as daylight. So far Maria was being nice, but if she did find out that this girl was not worthy of her respect [being of a sour attitude], her smiles would go and the claws will come out. For now though, it was all good.

fixed it, =)

Must be Sournois

[lynette]

First Name: Lynette
Last Name:Mayor
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:



History:
Before Lynette was born, Gregory and Deandra met at the Ministry of Magic. Greg was a Hit Wizard and Deandra was a Lawyer. At the time of their meeting, Deandra was having trouble with the guy she was dating at the time. Gregory found it as an opportunity to talk to Deandra, to get to know her really. They started talking and spending more time together, eventually leading Deandra to break up with the guy she was with to be with Greg. To her it was a blessing that he came at a time that he did, since then the two were inseparable. Two years after dating and spending time together, Christmas Eve, Gregory proposed to Deandra at a big family affair. Six months later, the two were married.

Everything was great for them. When Deandra found out that she was pregnant and told Gregory, the two were so excited they couldn't wait to have the baby. Gregory worked harder to save money to be able to provide for his wife and unborn child. On October 30th, Lynette Kaye Mayor was born. When Deandra and Gregory found out that they had a daughter, they were even more excited. Now Greg could officially say he had a daddy's little girl. As a baby, Lynette was quiet, only fussed when it was necessary. Generally a happy. When she started to grow up, she was all over the place, wanting to know what this that and the other was and what it did. Both of her parents were excited to teach her everything that they knew.

When Lynette turned three, she was found by her mother putting shapes with the same shapes and colors with the same colors. At first this wasn't any concern, Deandra figured that Lynette was just an organized child. Which some children her age were. At the age of six, this matter started to form from her toys to her clothes, then to other things in the house. Her parents started to become slightly concerned, they decided to take her to a psychologist to see if there was something wrong with their daughter. The doctor told them that Lynette had what was called OCD, at the time her parents didn't find it necessary to put her on any medications.

Over the years her condition worsened, she got to the point of being picky on how things looked to her. The way her food was placed on her plate, what she drank down to the type and quantity of things she had. At this point, her parents were really concerned and decided to take her back to the doctor to put her on medication. It was then that Lynette was placed on a treatment plan to help her with the condition. At the age of eleven just before she was sent to Hogwarts, Lynette developed an eating disorder which had caused her to lose weight. At a family outing, her Uncle Charlie found out that she had these issues and told her parents that she would never amount to anything in life because she wasn't normal.

In hearing this, Lynette was devastated and slowly started to deteriorate from the inside out. Once she was in Hogwarts, she found peace and began to make friends almost immediately. Studying hard and being around people who actually cared about her, helped Lynette become healthier and learn more about what she could do to get better. Though she realized that she would never be fully recovered but with the support of her friends, she would be fine. In her fourth year of Hogwarts, her father was sent over to France which meant that Lynette would have to move to a new place and make new friends, as well as go to a new school. She only hopes that this move will be better for her, if not then she'll have to make do with what she has.

Personality:
Likes:
• Writing - It helps her clear her thoughts, at least so that she doesn't have to share them with others if she doesn't want to.

• Reading - This is like a gateway to her imagination, she enjoys many type of books and gets into them like put herself in the character's position.

• Coffee - Her parents always drank coffee and she acquired the taste after tasting her father's coffee at a young age. Now she only drinks it in the morning as an eye opener.

• Flowers - The multitude of colors are beautiful to her, making her feel beautiful. The aroma of the flowers calm her inner self and gives her peace.

• Friends - Being around people who care about her as much as she does them, always seems to give her the support in life that she needs.

• Kids - She always had a soft heart for children, even in fear that she may not be able to have them. They still make her smile.




Dislikes:
• Death - Who doesn't fear this life ending of one's existence.

• Drunks - People who do this obviously have no life, even though she has her own issues in life, she would never resort to drinking herself to get drunk.

• Liars - Lynette doesn't like it when people lie. She feels that once one lies, trust that was given would be hard to earn back if ever given back.

• Her Disorders - She has two disorders that affect her life majorly. An eating disorder and OCD. She feels that it takes away from her life that she could be living better, instead of having to constantly be worried about them.

• Her Uncle - Most of her life her Uncle Charlie put her down because didn't feel she would ever amount to anything. She would love to prove him wrong but feels that she will never be able to.

• salty foods - She was never one that liked food that were too salty, it makes her sick no matter what.


Lynette is a mystery to a lot of people, those she's closest to know her secrets. She doesn't have a lot of confidence in herself, the only area she does have it in is in her intelligence. She's a bright young woman and knows what she wants in life, the only thing is she doesn't know how to go about getting them. At least only some things. There are so many things that keep her from living her life to the fullest, only enough to live and survive. That's not the way she wants to live, but what can she do. She loves to help people and doesn't expect to be helped in return. Lynette has a hard time accepting other peoples help even when she really needs it. It's a pride thing with her.

Having been diagnosed with an eating disorder called EDNOS meaning Eating disorder not otherwise specified which makes her fear eating too much or too little, so she's left in a rut on what's just the right amount and it's because of this her weight fluctuates. Lynette was also diagnosed with OCD which means she's obsessive compulsive. This is with just about anything. If something doesn't look right, she'll fix it to where it looks right to her. Her clothes are color coded and matched to make an outfit, even her shoes. If she makes a mistake she'll start over to make sure it looks right to her. It's taking away from a lot of things she could be doing, instead she's too worried about fixing every little thing around her.

With friends, Lynette tries not to let things get in the way of her spending time with them. Though more often than not, it has and is in fear of losing her friends because of the disorders. When she's not around friends and by herself, you will often find her out underneath a tree reading a book or listening to music. Sometimes she finds it hard not to sing to the beat. Or if she's not doing that, she's spending most of her time just walking around neighboring villages just to get out and about. Lynette doesn't like being cooped up inside all the time, she likes venturing out to new areas.


Sample RP:
Spending most of the afternoon in the small village of Detaillant, Lynette was scoping out the places and items that she would need for school. Being selective in what she ordered was one of her many flaws. Picky about her school supplies, yes extremely, but not intentional. Her father always told her that the better the item, the better the results and she was always about better results. Not saying that she had to have the best of everything or most expensive, no. She just wanted to be successful was all. Lynette never really liked failing in school. In fact that's part of the reason she reads a lot, you can say she knows a little about a lot. Just useless information really, well some of it anyway.

Passing by a shop called the Darkest Shop, she really had no reason for going in there. Honestly, the thought of going in there gave her a gut wrenching feeling that the items within weren't safe. So her next stop was the Anomalous Apothecary. A place that she would get her potions supplies. Marking it down in a small hand held notebook she carried with her, she jotted down a couple of things that she would need to get for next term. Onto the next two shops, Sweet Jokes and the Book Nook. The joke shop could probably wait till a later date and time, but the Book Nook was a greater place of interest. Why? Because what does a book worm like most? Books right. Entering the book store, she took a few notes on the inventory. She wanted to make sure that there were more than just school books in there.

Walking out of the book store, she passed by the Pet Factory. She didn't really want a pet right at the moment, she was more interested in the items for school but made a mental note to stop in there before returning to the school. Her next place was the Enchanted Wands. A place she would need to go to soon to get hers, though was curious to find out what sort of wand would choose her. As she wandered passed the the Quidditch Emporium, she stopped for a moment to look at the things they had. Her families fascination for the sport caught her up into it too. Perhaps later but for now she needed to continue on. Moving on the Robe Outlet, she decided to take a peek at the interesting clothing within. It wouldn't take her took long to just to get an idea of what she would need.

Spending roughly about five minutes inside, she jotted a few notes down and walked out. She figured that the last store would be simple because she's heard about Rose Formals before, its where most formal wear was bought. Walking by the Grub Pub, she decided to stop in to get a drink and a bite to eat. She could feel her stomach growling and considering the fact that she didn't eat much at breakfast, she was pretty hungry. Pocketing her notebook, Lynette walked into the place and took a seat at one of the booths. It wasn't long before a waiter came up and asked her about a drink. Ordering a Large coke and ordered a basket of Ten Mozzarella Sticks. For now that should suffice her hunger. As the waiter walked away from the table, she sat there looking around to see if she knew anyone from the school.

Fixed It

Must be Cossu

[ceriselablueblood]

First Name: Cerise




Last Name: LaBleuBaton



Age: 14


Appearance: Long flowly sliver blue down to waist hair and sliver eyes with beautiful glossy pink lips and skin pale as winter snow.


History: She doesn't have a big history since she is the only one left in her family. Her parents were killed by He Who Must Not Be Named. She was hiding behind her bed so He would find her. Once he left she ran into her parents room to find them on the ground dead. (She was 9) Her mother was in Rouerie of Beauxbatons and her Dad was in Hogwarts when they were young. She is following her Mother's footsteps so she is planning to be in Rouerie.


Personality: kind and carefree and very loving..


Sample RP:
Out of the train walked out a beautiful winter snow pale skinned girl with sliver long blue hair down to her waist. She standed there thinking to herself. "I'm finally here. It felt like forever just to get here. Well atleast I'm here." she smiled as she finished thinking in her head. She walked into the Beauxbatons castle and looked all around and said to herself. "This is a beautiful place i'll feel well at home here." she smiled as she finished talking outloud and walked upstairs. She saw the sign for the sorting cloak and stopped and smile. "I hope I get sorted into the Rouerie since my mother was in the Rouerie." she said outloud with a smile and she walked into the room to get sorted.

Simply looking at your application, I see that you need to change your username to match the name given in your applcation and elaborate on each section of the writing. Then I can read through this and sort you.

[lily james.]

First Name:

Lily

Last Name:

James Harper

Age:

sixteen

Appearance:

History:

Lily James Harper was born on the cold September night of the 26th. She was born into a wizarding family; pureblood wizards. Her father was not big fans of muggles even though his parents loved them. Lily's father was always away on Ministry Business and that stuff she Lily tended to spend her time with her grandparents and her mother. She became interested in muggles and what they do all day. By the age of eight she had willingly read all the books about muggles in her grandparents library.

Lily's father disappeared when she was ten and her whole family went in lock-down. Everyone came to visit their petite cottage and soon Lily and her mother, Grace, were invited to live where Lily loved it most; her grandparents house. They quickly agreed and packed all of their things. Lily hadn't been to her grandparents house in a year. It was as big as Lily had remembered; her grandparents were super rich. Grace Harper and banished all of the baggage into her room to sort out later. Lily and Grace were flowered with kisses and presents to take their minds off the subject at hand. Lily was wandering in the forest near her grandparents house when she thought she heard her father's voice. She came to a clearing and there were ten people in masks that looked like skeletons; these were death eaters. Her father seemed to be speaking to them about gathering Lord Voldemorts teachings and trying to get back in power yet again. Lily ran into the center of them where her father was speaking. She hugged him and yelled, "Daddy!" Hundreds of spells were thrusts at her, but they all missed. Her father roared stop and suddenly no more spells came. Her father whispered something into the person closest to hims ear. They all left and it was just her and her father. Her father raised his wand at her and put a stupify charm on her and fled. He had been sloppy and had forgotten to erase her memory.

After the charm had worn off Lily had collected her thoughts and told her family. No one seemed too surprised about this news. They told Lily the whole story about her father wanting power and how he despised muggles. Lily's birthday was coming and she had already received a letter from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That was where her mom had went and that was where they were sending her. Lily had gotten all of her things and she was escorted by her mother and grandparents to the train that would take her to school. The same week that Lily James Harper had left was the week that her mother sent her a message saying that she had met a great wizard. Three months after that there was an engagement and then in the summer there was a wedding. Lily's new dad was the nicest person ever, but he preferred to take her mother on long trips when he got off work at the Ministry. Lily was then left alone at her grandparents house where her mother had taken all of their things and Lily had nothing except her special dog Clifford and her ducky and beary. She had no company except her grandparents.

Personality:

Lily James Harper is a very stubborn girl. She has trouble admitting that she's wrong and that's because she's been treated like a know-it-all her whole life. She absolutely HATES being wrong, it brings out a bad side of her that you don't usually see, she shifts in her seat and makes stupid moves and so on. She'll fight to the very end to prove that she's right and you're wrong. She never truly gives up. She fight for someone she loves till the very end.

When Lily is good friends with someone she will be worrisome when something goes wrong. If they have a fight she'll be fired up for about five minutes then think what she did wrong. During the summers she'd always worry about how her friends are doing and if they survived and with her worrisomeness she is very easily relieved. Though while she's worried she is not someone you want to start a conversation with. If you're a bit sick it might take an hour or two to convince her you're well and that she can leave.

People have told Lily multiple times that she is exceedingly pretty and she has gotten many suitors because of it. She never thinks she that great and when she's wearing something that is out-of-the-ordinary for her she tends to squirm and get all self conscious. Most people like when she experiments with clothes, but she only does it to wear birthday presents and the such. A bad combination for Lily is self consciousness and a boy she likes. It freaks her out. When she's around boys that she likes she kind of spits up words and will say something very odd and will probably say something she wasn't supposed to. When the boy likes her back; she's not as worried.

Lily's a nerd. She loves to read the human classics, the wizard classics, any book that intrigues her is finished within two days or less. She enjoys homework and classes because she's already read everything and she knows everything. Another reason why she loves school things is they all involve tension and writing. Surprisingly Lily is good under pressure and spur-of-the-moment things that tend to work out for her. Lily loves being ahead of people in the pyramid. She just is wild for power once she has it, but won't be hungry when she doesn't.

Sample RP:

It was a clear summers day in the English countryside where Lily James was spending her break. She was staying with her grandparents as her parents were away someplace. Lily was angry with them anyway. Well, it was mostly because they had left when it was one of the only times that they could see their daughter. It frustrated Lily. She was smart and logical, but that didn’t seem to help her with trying to find her parents reasoning for their trip that left the day she came. She hadn’t done anything wrong, had she?

She’d written while at school and done the daughterly duties she was supposed to do. At least she though she had. Lily sighed and sat her slim body down on a purple pillow that rested lightly on the soft, cool grass. Lily the grabbed a tiny table with all of her homework for the summer. It was coming to a close, summer was, and she decided that today would be her last day of work. Then she would play around in her grandparents mansion or fly on a broomstick in the dense wood nearby. Whatever she did it probably wouldn't involve muggles. Though Lily had nothing against muggles, she actually quite liked them, her last week of break was going to be spent alone.

Lily James stopped fantasizing as she had come to the knowledge that she would not be doing any of that if she didn't finish her homework. She put the quill in her hand and dipped it in light blue ink. She started to write about the potions and a conclusion about the books she had read. Lily's quick hand moved across the parchment gently, with grace. Lily kept her posture right up as it should be. She had been taught well by her grandparents. She smiled as she put the last period down with a quick motion. She blew on the piece of parchment and then picked it up to bring to her room.

Must be Rouerie.

[brianareed]

First Name:Briana Aleksandra
Last Name: Reed
Age: 16
Appearance: Willa Holland x
History: She was born Briana Aleksandra Reed to her parents Alice and Richard Reed. She had a great upbringing in her pureblood family. Her family pretty much gave her everything she wanted and this leads to people thinking she is a brat. She lived in new york for three years as a child and has also lived in countries such as Australia and Russia.

She lived with her parents, a twin brother and two younger sisters and an older brother and sister who are also twins. So although they are pureblood and have lots of money they are still more family based and love to help eachother out. She is one of six children and she and her sisters seem to get more attention than her brothers... by both parents. Alice had always wanted Briana to be a high society lady and get into beauxbatons social ladder... she is half veela blood and her father strangley enough is a werewolf. He didn't tell Alice till they were married and had two children already... the gene has only affected her and her twin out of the six children.
Personality: Snappy: Briana can sometimes get alittle snappy... this is due to the werewolf gene that she keeps hidden pretty well.... only a few of her closest and most trusted friends actually know.

Bright: She is a very bright girl and she loves to be artistic, although sometimes she does get alittle angry when things do not go right.

Mean: She tries not to be mean on perpous but sometimes it happens naturally.... she just tends to have moments where she gets angry and just vents at any living thing... weither they be 12 or a proffesor.

SMiley: She loves to smile at people and enjoys spending time with friends and having a laugh.

Nervous: Briana is pretty nervous alot of the time because she is scared of people finding out her secret.

Sample RP:
Sample of another rp person who I play.
Leah was sat alone by the black lake with an apple in her hand, class had been so boring before lunch, she had been in muggle studies. 'Muggle Studies' why the hell would she need to learn about them? she had lived with them all her life and saw the lesson as being pointless. She laid back on the grass and looked up to the sky, she had been waiting for Edward, her boyfriend of five months, under the hot sun for 15 minutes and was starting to get alittle bored, Although she did know that he might still be in class as 'Muggle studies' was let out ten minutes earlier than everyone else.

Leah yawned and took a bite of her ruby red apple and smiled. Thats when a song popped into her head by the muggle band called Lostprophets. She began singing along to it in her head at first then it began to get louder and she realised she was singing outloud. "When our time is up, when our lives are done, will we say we've had our fun?" She closed her eyes and put her apple on her bag and began to drum on her knees alittle. GREAT!. Leah was having one of her mad musical moments, she had these quite often when she was bored. People were scared at first and thought she was some kind of crazy person but as the months and years went on they grew used to her music moments.

She stopped still and went silent when she felt arms wrap around her shoulder.


I'm sorry, but you need to leave an rp sample featuring the char you are signing up with. When you redo this, we can sort you : )

[janelle]

The Basics

First Name;; Janelle
Last Name;; Tanner
Age;; Sixteen
Birthday;; May 15th
Star Sign;; Taurus
Height;; 5 ft. 5 inchs
Weight;; 110lbs.
Appearance;;

The History

Family;;

General History;;
The Tanner family is not a family made of love, but one made of power and money. When Elladora Behands married Matthew Tanner, it was not for love, rather it was an arrangement between two families that benifited everyone. Matthew wanted Aine, as she was due to inherit a chain of hairdressing salons dotted across Ireland and the United Kingdom. The salons together were worth a fortune, however when the marriage arrangement was made he agreed to maintain the chain of salons and not sell them. Aine wanted status and American connections, something Matthew could give her, and he did. The two married and soon after found themselves having their first and only child.

Janelle Olivia Tanner was named for both her grandmothers . She was born on a sunny Saterday morning, weighing 7 pounds 2 ounces. Aine was very much into the whole 'child protigy' thing. How perfect would her life be if she could now add 'my daughter has the IQ of 145 and is set to join NASA when she reaches the age of four. ' to her cocktail party boastings? She decided to make Janelle isten to Mozart and bought very expensive and excluvsive learning equipment. However the results were not what she was hoping for.

Janelle turned out to be slightly above average for her age in the intellectual department, not the child genius her mother wanted. She soon began to search out Janelle's talents in different areas.

Janelle spent much of her childhood attending ballet lessons, show-jumping, soccer training, art lessons and various other 'hobbies' that never lasted over 5 months. Her mother enrolled her in a fashon design course when she was ten and Janelle absolutely adored it. And she was good at it too. She also took rather well to cookery. She used to help their live in chef, Hannah, prepare the meals when she had nothing better to do.

A few years later, Janelle's parents filed for divorce. Their massive fortune was split in two and the fight for the custody of Janelle began. It was an awfully difficult time for her. Both her parents tried to buy and win her love. She was taken on expensive holidays and given extravegent presents. It all became to much and one stormy December night, Janelle gathered her essentials in a rucksack and just left her house, which she could no longer call a home.

When she finally returned home she found a letter of acceptance to the Beaubatons Academy of Magic. Until then, Janelle had no clue about the magic world as neither of her parents had the gene. At last her mother had found the talents she had so long been searching for - her daughter was so much more than she could ever have imagined. So when she left for school , it wasn't a sad occassion as she was leaving behind all the fighting and embarking on a new adventure.

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The Personality

Likes;;

Dislikes;;

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- Spiders
- Snakes
- Being used

Habits;;
- Bites her thumbnail when worried
- Fiddles with her hair when talking to people
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General Characteristics;;
Janelle is a nice person, really she is. She can get angry quite easily and she isn't quick to forgive, but She is a real sweetheart that wouldn't purposely hurt anyone. She can have a mean streak in her, especially if you've mocked her or done something to hurt either herself or her loved ones. She would give someone the shirt off her back if they needed it. Granted, it really helps that she could just turn around and buy a new one.

Organization is not one of Janelle's strong points. Actually, the word chaos often springs to mind. Her bedroom would look like a bomb hit it if she didn't have the maids cleaning it daily. She's pretty sure they pull straws to see who must do the dreadful task. Her school locker is not like her neighbours, neat with all the stiff spines facing outwards naming the subject. Books are tossed higgledy-piggledly
at the end of each day into it. Pages are torn and they look worse for wear, a lot of the time.

Janelle considers herself to be rather creative. She thinks outside the box. Writing short stories and mini song lyrics is how she tends to express her feelings. Fashion designs are a big part of her free time. Sketchs and samples litter her rooms both in Hollow Creek and back home in Ireland. Her brain is always buzzing with new ideas that will someday become a reality. Janelle would love to learn to play an instrument, preferably the piano, however the chances of that are slim to none as she has already proved that playing music is definitely not her strong point.

She has always considered herself to be quiet confident. Not one to easily be belittled, she finds it hard to take criticism. She also finds it hard to say no. Janelle was never the stubborn type and usually gives in to demands. It's easy to take advantage of Janelle as she always tries to see the best in people, judging the person once she feels she knows them - never by what she's heard or what they look like.[/blockquote][/size]

Sample RP

The sound of shopping bags clattering off of stoney walls was all that could be heard by anyone within five feet of Cyrene West. While Hogsmeade wasn't exactly London, there were still lots of places to go shopping. She had dropped into Gladrags Wizardwear, to see if she could buy some new hot robes to wear around the school. Her normal black school robes were so boring and she hated blending in with everyone. It sickened her to see Gryffindors wearing the same clothes as herself. She was relatively happy when she saw the huge selection of robes. There were dress robes, cloaks, day robes, heavy robes, summer robes and all sorts of hats and scarves and not forgetting the large range of quirky socks. She was a regular customer and the owner greeted her with a smiled, knowing that she was about to pay for his next family holiday. She browsed the racks and fell in love with some hot pink robes. She picked out her size and brought it to the counter. " Aren't you going to buy a matching hat? And of course, then you'll need a complimenting cloak to complete the outfit." he told her. She knew he just wanted her to spend more money, but he was right. She would need matching accessories, otherwise the outfit wouldn't be complete.

32 galleons later, she finally stepped out of the shop, carrying her new robes, new cloak, new hat, new shoes, new socks, new scarf, new belt and new gloves, all in hot pink. She walked down the streets of Hogsmeade, wondering where to go. She took her wand out of her purple handbag and placed the shopping bags on the ground. Pointing at the handbag, she recited the Undetectable Extension Charm, and began to pile the shopping bags into her tiny purse. "Much better!" she announced delighted.
Walking towards the Three Broomsticks pub, she carelessly pushed open the ancient oak door. It was packed to the brim with students, witchs, wizards, goblins, hags and she thought she saw a vampire hiding in the corner, wondering why his 'Bloody Mary' contained alcohol. "Oh to hell with this!" she muttered, pushing her way out towards the door.

She gulped down the fresh Summerr air outside. The pub, although it was spacious and welcoming stunk of beer and smoke. Sighing, she looked up and down the laneway and spotted a small dark alley. There was another pub there, The Hogs Head, but she had heard some unpleasant stuff about that bar. Students normally didn't go there, but right now Cyrene was dying to just sit down and have something to drink. She cautiously walked up the winding alley and opened the pub door. It was almost deserted except for the old barman. She sat at the bar, next to the other person and picked up the dusty menu. Scanning it, she asked the barman for a butterbeer. Looking at her, he pulled out a surprisingly clean glass from beneath the dirty counter and poured her the drink. She thanked and paid him. Sunlight streamed through the cracked door as it opened and revealed a familiar face to Cyrene.

Must be Cossu : )

[dccfan4life]

First Name: Brianna
Last Name: Armstrong
Age: 16
Appearance: Brianna is a girl of medium height, about 5'8", and has golden blonde hair. She weighs about 130 pounds, and has creamy hazel eyes. Her mouth is a bit overcrowded, so she is always self-conscious, but nevertheless, she has a winning smile that could light up any room.
History: Brianna was born in Ireland to two Muggle parents. Luckily, however, they did have a few friends who were witches and wizards. In fact, her mother's best friend was a witch (they grew up together until her friend went off to school). Her original letter came from Hogwarts, and that is where Brianna attended school originally. However, she began to realize that she had a love for the French language, and decided that she wanted to transfer to Beauxbatons. She left behind her parents, her younger sister who just started at Hogwarts this year, and her beloved (Muggle) boyfriend, Shawn.
Personality: Brianna is a very bubbly girl who is always full of life. When she first meets someone, she is very shy and timid, but once she gets to know him/her, she becomes a different person entirely. She has said on numerous occasions that she is glad she isn't a Muggle, because she finds magic so fascinating. She feels that, by being a witch, she gets the best of both worlds. Her favorite magical treats are Chocolate Frogs, and her favorite Muggle sweet is peanut butter fudge. She loves to read, and has studied the histories of all the magical schools in depth, because she finds the stories so fascinating. It is her hope to one day meet some of the famous wizards and witches that she has read about in books. One other notable characteristic about Brianna is that she is a strong feminist at heart.
Sample RP: Brianna stepped off of the carriage, and stared up at the palace that lay in front of her. She couldn't believe how magnificent it was in person. She breathed in amazement, "It's even prettier than the pictures!" Then she turned around and saw the large number of students coming up behind her. They were all laughing and giggling with each other; it was clear that they all knew each other. Suddenly, she began to feel very shy. She fiddled with her boyfriend's necklace that was draped around her neck nervously, and she thought to herself, "I hope I didn't make a mistake by transferring...it's going to be so scary...they all are friends already, so they won't want to include little old me..." She gulped, and then began to make the trek up to the palace doors, dragging her baby blue suitcase behind her.

Could you elaborate on your character's personality? You say she becomes a different person when she gets to know people - what kind of person? Is she sweet? Mean? Terrifying? If you could just elaborate more, we can find a house for you : )

[holdenairemeasten]

First Name:

Tripe [trip]

Middle Name:

Aire

Last Name:

Dodd

Age:

One hundred and twenty Seventeen

Appearance:

{Leighton Meester}

Holden stands at a average 5'4" and weighing in at about ninety four pounds which makes her severyly underweight because someone of her height was suppost to weight atleast one hundred and fourteen pounds, twenty pounds more than Holden's weight. But for Holden this is good for her because she recently got of anorexia nervosa, a medical problem that caused her two weight in at eighty two pounds when she was seventeen. Move on from her very skinny body, Holden has brunette hair that, surprisingly, stands out in the crowd. This is because although Holden's hair is all natural, there is red highlights with blonde streaks running through her chesnut brown hair and the overall effect is simple elegant and beautiful. Holden adores her eyes which are almond brown that are also almond shaped and normally to accent her eyes she wears a light layer of calm brown eyeshadow. Now although Holden adores her eyes she couldn't like her nose less, she finds it too... round and unusual and she finds that two unusal things makes a person look a little crazy. But in reality her nose is quite cute and button like. Holden is also graced with high cheeks bones which streatch her skin slightly when she smiles, but the effect is just like her hair: beautiful. But in recent times they have lost their effect and on many occassions look hollowlike, due to her previous anorexia nervosa. Holden also has a smooth chin, the kind you expect to find on a girl like Holden, and the girl loves it. Although a chin isn't usually a part of your physical appearence commonly taken note of, Holden thinks her chin is her best feature and completes her face.

History:

Tripe Dodd was born in 1872 in Berlin, Germany. It was time much different from now, a time Tripe was in love with that stayed with her during all one hundred and thirty seven years of life. Tripe lived with her Mom and Dad at the time in a Upper middle class home. But as much as Tripe loved her parents they annoyed her to great extent because she had to admit they were social climbers and they used Tripe as their link into the world of high class society. Tripe was somewhat spoiled by her parents until her thirteenth birthday when her younger brother Bartholomew was born. Not only was Tripe torn about both her parents forgetting her birthday but now she knew that things wouldn't be the same for her now because her family had a boy, a heir to anything and everything the family owned. Tripe also knew that her spotlight would be stolen from her and her parents would instead use Bartholomew, their boy child, to connect them to high society and Tripe knew this because she saw it happen to her friend when a boy was born into her family. This was the beginning of Tripe's rebellious attitude. Of course at the time she couldn't do much because she was a girl no older than thirteen living in the nineteenth century, it was a different time and a different life, completely different from ours.

Personality:

Sample RP:

work in progress.

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First Name: Emmaline
Last Name: Noire
Age: 15
Appearance: Emmaline inherited her "controlled chaos" curls from her mother. In fact, she inherited a lot from her mother. Her eyes were wide like her mother's, always in wonderment, framed by long eyelashes. No one in Emmaline's family has hazel eyes like she does, nor do they have the russet shade of hair that she possesses. She got her slim body from her father's side, but her tall height is another unique trait of her own. Emmaline has fair skin, decorated with freckles, and she has a permanent blush across her cheeks, also from her mother. She has her mother's lips: rose pink, and full.
History: Six days before Halloween, Emmaline was born. At the time, her older sister was four and her half sister was sixteen. Emmaline's father was remarried and at the age of fifty when she was born, while her mother was only thirty-six. Lorilea and Stacia were the older sisters that helped raise her. The family lived in Michigan, in the United States and housed all five of them until Stacia, the eldest, started going to college and had an internship in Paris, France. When Stacia graduated, she invited the girls to come live with her. Lorilea denied the offer (she was in college at the time), but Emmaline packed her bags and flew to France right away. When she arrived, Stacia revealed to her that she was witch, and they got it from their dad's side. Stacia and Emmaline were the only two of the three daughters to inherit the gene. Emmaline enrolled into Beauxbatons as soon as she heard, at the time she was 11.
Personality: At first, Emmaline is shy around people she doesn't know, but when she finally opens up, she's crazy, zany, and chaotic. She's always hyper, and will admit, she loves the fact that she is diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder. It might be because she's relieved to have an excuse for her oddities, because frankly, she's just weird. Aren't we all, though?
Sample RP: Emmaline took a stroll downtown with her family in St. Joseph, Michigan, happy to visit them for the first time in five months. The town was decorated with different ornaments of animals, painted by the different shops they stood in front of. Emmaline held hands loosely with her eldest sister, swinging her arms back and forth, excitedly. It had been a while since she'd been at Lake Michigan, and if there was one thing Emmaline loved to do, it was swim. Well... In all honestly, music was her life. Swimming relaxed her though, in a way music couldn't. Feeling the water surround her, and washing away all the problems of her life was a feeling she was anxious for. It had been a while since she had swam.
"Almost there!" her mother said, cheerfully.
As soon as she saw the water, Emmaline dashed away from her family and splashed right into the water. Her sisters soon joined her and they engaged in a water fight. Though both of her sisters picked on her, and Emmaline got easily angry with them, she was happy to be with all of her family. It was a rare occasion for the girls to behave to well. Emmaline looked up to both of her sisters. Stacia was the mature, natural one that had all the answers and seemed to be wiser than her age. Lorilea, however, was slightly more reckless. She was the talkative, outgoing one that loved to be the leader. She was obnoxious, loud and usually stuck up. Emmaline didn't know where she fit in. She didn't think any of them were alike. Emmaline was suddenly pulled back to reality when she realized that neither of her sisters were around. Suddenly she was yanked under water and when she resurfaced, she watched as Lorilea and Stacia both paddled away, chuckling to themselves, malevolently. Emmaline was suddenly aware of how deep it was, and she began to swim in place but it was getting harder to stay afloat. She hurried towards shore, all the while thinking mean thoughts about her siblings. When she arrived, she stomped over to her parents and told on her sisters, but Lorilea only interjected and called Emmaline a baby. Lorilea always did this; she was always right, everything had to be her way. Emmaline huffed angrily but knew she would never win against her sister, and just spun on her heel and walked away.

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First Name:

Jeanne Lorraine
Last Name:
Kinsington
Age:
Seventeen Years Young
Appearance:
{Cat Powers}

History:

Jeanne Lorraine grew up like every little girl in England did. She wore blazers and plaid skirts to her muggle school, and she fit in quite well. She was born on July 23. 1992 and grew up believing she had nothing special in her. Her mother, Dahlia Marie Kinsington, was a witch from a pure-blooded family. Her father, Sir Richard Henry Kinsington the Third, was a muggle. They were married abruptly and she never told him of her special circumstances. Their house was stalked by death eaters and other witches and wizards, trying to get a hold of Dahlia and Jeanne, who at that point was showing signs of power. Her father was kidnapped by these people that Jeanne did not know and was killed in front of her eyes. Her mother, at that point depressed, gave up her fight and handed both of them to the men who killed her father. She was only nine at the time of her fathers death. When they were brought back into the wizarding world, Jeanne was fascinated. All of the wands and the people. The robes and the hats. Her joyous attitude quickly became a seething anger. She didn't understand why her mother kept this world from her, why she would let Jeanne think she was an average girl. They were living in bad conditions, stuck in wherever the evil men could stick them. Jeanne couldn't take another minute of it. So she took her mourning mother and ran.

It didn't take her long to find the only people that would take her in. The Mercianos. Her mother's family that she kept Jeanne hidden from. They lived in a grand castle, and were all pure-blooded wizards and witches. Jeanne didn't know her blood as she knocked on the large doors that day. When the doors creaked open a gorgeous girl was there. That was the first family she met, Rachel Daniella Merciano. She soon met her twin brothers, Jacob Daniel and Vincent David, and her youngest cousin Meghan. Jeanne felt right at home within the first week. She met her grandparents, her cousins, her aunts and uncles. It all seemed to fall into place. Her cousins taught her basic spells and charms so she would be prepared to go to school that upcoming year. Little did she know, their were secrets in that family. Her mother was soon taken away by the Ministry and thrown in jail for betrayal against her family and anarchy against the government. Jeanne was officially an orphan. At her eleventh year she received no letter from Beauxbatons or Hogwarts. Her family assured her it would come, for she was not a squib. They had seen her powers, and she was the strongest witch they'd ever seen. She prayed and cried over the situation. She felt useless once again, and it gave her an inner fury like she had never had before. She changed her hair to a dark brown and began to wear dark makeup. Her attitude started to change, and she kept to herself. The letter came to her when she turned twelve. She was so excited to get started at Hogwarts. For three years she went to Hogwarts with her family, happy as a clam in Slytherin. After three years, everything changed. Daniel and Jacob began to fight every day, and Meghan never talked to her. Jeanne was alone once again. She ran from Hogwarts, requesting to go to Beauxbatons. Her family found no problem in the situation so she was sent to Beauxbatons at sixteen. She hadn't seen her mother since her jailing, and her father was murdered. It was time to turn over a leaf, and make a new life for herself. She ran to Beauxbatons to get away from the Mercianos. They were bad news. She found out they were shaping her to become a deatheater. She needed help, and Beauxbatons provided a sanctuary.

Personality:
Jeanne was born with a temper. If she didn't get what she wanted, she became a tyrant. She screamed, she cried, and she punched. Her patience level is a literal zero. she is mentally tough, but physically she looked frail. Which made people assume that she was weak. That angered her more than anything. She wasn't afraid to throw a punch and slap someone who was rude to her. She is opinionated, and if you conflicted with her opinion, she attacked you. Her mind was sharp. If you hurt her with your words, she cut you down like a wooden pole. She was witty and wasn't afraid to use it against others. When she seemed so tough and looked so strong, she was really lacking in the area of self-confidence. She was sensitive, and words do hurt her. Another main trait in her personality is that she is very stubborn and can be very rude. She has to be right, no matter the situation. She will debate with you for days until she is right. When people step on her wrong side she can become very rude and will bite at your heels, and she will gossip about you. That is not one of her fears. Even though she is so tough and mean sometimes, she also made friends very easily. She could be very sweet and she will do anything to protect her friends from harm. She has a very loyal personality that is overshadowed by her selfish appearance. She loves all her friends equally, and she will protect them through anything. She is very self superior and believes she is better than a lot of people. It was how she was raised. On a pedestal.
Sample RP:

{My Role Play is set in the past when she went to Hogwarts.}

Her straight, black hair flew in the wind as she crossed the lake to Hogwarts during her first year. The kids around her whispered excitedly, and talked about how they had practiced all of their spells over the summer and how their brothers and sisters taught them how to fly and play Quidditch. Sure, Jeanne had all of that happen to her. Just she didn't have any family to speak of, outside of her cousins. She taught herself everything once Rachel lost interest in her and moved on. She didn't even know what Quidditch was until the past summer. She felt out of place and it scared her. As they all entered the grand hall, they were greeted by a very tight faced professor. "Hello First Years. Welcome to Hogwarts. When you enter the Dining Hall, you wil be sorted into your houses."[/i] They all followed her into the hall where a mangy, old hat sat on a stool. People were called up one at a time. Their houses were shouted out. From hat she could tell Gryffindors were cool, Slytherins were mean, Hufflepuffs were losers, and Ravenclaws were nerds. She laughed whenever a particularly weird person stepped up.

Soon she was called. She took on a superior strut as she walked out. Shooting people judgmental looks as she walked to the hat. As she sat it on her head she smirked and though 'C'mon you stupid hat. Tell me where to go.' The hat screeched a foul scream. "Slytherin is where you belong. You brat." People gasped and began to whisper. Supposedly the hat had never called someone a name since her mother had been sorted years ago. It took a minute, but the Slytherins began to cheer. She was one of them. One of the brats, according to her cousin Jacob. She didn't even care anymore. She was over being a reject and being alone. She was ready to have a real family, and have more friends.

Her first day in the school was hectic. She had to get her schedule, find her classes, and then decide if she wanted to sit in the front or in the back. These were not easy decisions to make for a twelve year old girl. Her first class was potions, with her scary head of house, Severus Snape. They made a drought of the living dead potion, also known as a sleeping potion. She wasn't very good at it. She preferred charms. Their teacher was adorable. So tiny, yet so powerful. As she walked out of the classroom, she ran a hand through her long hair. Her classmates streamed around her in their newly formed cliques. She wished she had a clique. She looked down to the ground and the next thing she saw, she was on the ground. A boy stood next to her with a smug look. "Watch where your going." He sneered as he walked away. She felt the tears coming on. She though this year was going to be great. she was told it was going to be fun. Looks like that was all a lie. As always, her current emotions were replaced with anger. She screamed angrily, causing the boy to start running from her. The lamps glass broke, one window cracked. Sparks were on the tips of her fingers, and her eyes were turning white. She quickly calmed down and looked around her. People were staring. Her cousins stood in a calm group snickering to eachother. They had sent the boy to run into her. She stood up, embarressed, and stormed over to them. "What the heck? Why'd you guys do that to me, I thought you liked me..." Tears started streaming down her face, and it turned red and blotchy. She missed the comforts of muggle school. It was time to get out of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had to leave.

*It wasn't the best rp sample.. I can do better
** I used to have a character on here, but he was deleted long ago. [/center][/size]

Nearly placed you in Sournois, yet the fact that she ran away from 'evil' makes me place you in Rouerie. She has traits of a Sournois, but with the right hand, they can be turned away from negativity and put to good use : )