Sorting (Term Twelve)

[nicole11]

<sup>First Name: Kennedy

Last Name: Nece

Age: forever seventeen

Appearance: Beautiful layered rich blonde hair. A little past her shoulder in length. She has Veela blood in her. She has beautiful sapphire eyes. She is short in height (below average).



History: Kennedy's mom was pregnant with Kennedy when she got married to Kennedy's dad. Kennedy's mom is a Veela and her dad is a pure blood wizard. Kennedy's dad attended Hogwarts while her mom attended Beauxbatons. Kennedy's dad and mom split up after Kennedy was born.

He left her for unknown reasons and now is a deatheater. She never heard of him since. Kennedy has never had a father to look up to so she isn't really good with boys and is really hard to get. Half of her wishes she knew her father and the other half loathes him beacuse he left her mom.

Kennedy has scared away all her mom's boyfriends and can't seem to get rid of the new one that she feels hate towards. Kennedy goes under the nickname Kennie and has a strong bond in realtionships with girls, boys on the otherhand have trouble keeping up with her.

Kennedy, her mother, and her mother's boyfriend live in a huge manor in France.

Personality: Adventuresome, reckless, mettlesome, rash, ambitious, outgoing, poised, and tricky. There is always trouble around whenever this little devil is near. She can come across as being stuck up, but you can reach her heart with small effort.

Sample RP: Kennedy walked briskly over to an empty carriage. No sooner than she sat down she was joined by a couple of boys who tried flirting with her shamelessly. It was always the same for her and her mother. You'd think they'd be used to it by now.

They introduced themselves. Kennedy gave them each a quick eye scam before muttering a quick polite hello in her French accent. It was silent while the boys continued to gaze her down. She was getting a little frustrated. It wasn't her fault that her mom used up all her frustration for the morning. If they make one wrong move she would blow. Just one wrong move and she was down.

One of the boys came up and sat down beside her. That did it. She had no feelings for this guy what so ever. There was no point for him to come and sit here. No one invited them. They haven't even asked. The boy made a move on her putting his arm around her shoulders. That just did it. Kennedy raised her hand and punched him in the face. He staggered away frightened. Kennedy could feel the smile creep onto her pretty face.

I hope that this is ok now (:</sup>

Must be Sournois!

[forevernaive]

First Name:

[/color] Holden Rowan


Last Name: Indigne


Age: 15


Appearance:

History:

• Brody (father; 57)
  
• Adele (mother; 43)
  
• Stacia (half-sister; 25)
  
• Harper (half-sister; 20)
  

Holden Rowan Indigne was born on October 25th in a small town called Greene, in the United States. At the time, her mother was merely 28 years old while her father was 42. Brody and Adele had met at a conference meeting for the company they both worked at. At the time, the two both lived in New York. Brody lived in Buffalo, while Adele had just moved out of her hometown of Greene, to Binghamton. The conference was a week trip in New York City and the group that attended had much free time together. Adele and Brody soon got to know each other better, and Brody asked Adele if she would like to go out on a date at some time.

During this time, Brody was married to another woman and had had two daughters (Stacia and Harper), but he was in the midst of a divorce. He told this to Adele, wanting an honest relationship, and she told him once the divorce was final, she would love a date.

After many dates, Adele and Brody were engaged, and finally married. They had Holden a year after their marriage. Then things got out of control. Brody had kept a secret from Adele, despite their truth pact. He revealed to her that he was a wizard. Adele was too shocked and angry to handle the information, and fled the country as soon as possible, afraid of Brody's powers. She moved to Giverny, a small village outside of Paris, France. Adele and Holden's ancestors lived there, and they joined them, leaving Holden's grandparents in Greene.

Brody continued to live in the States, with his two daughters. Both Stacia and Harper were witches, and decided to move to Paris, where most of their friends from Beauxbatons lived. Brody remarried his previous wife, Lenoir, and they lived together in Buffalo, New York.

The years passed, and eventually it became clear that Holden had inherited the magic from her father. Adele tried her best to ignore the fact, and distracted herself with dating men. As Holden became more responsible, Adele left for more days at a time. She'd go stay at her current boyfriend's house, until they broke up and then Adele would come back home until her next man came along. Holden grew up to be very distant from her mother and father. While her mother was out, her great-grandparents would come stay with her when she needed them.

Holden distracted herself from her life's drama by singing. It was her passion in life, and she quickly came to realize how well she could sing. She'd lose herself to hours at the piano, singing and playing away the pain. Sometimes she'd try and draw, or spend a couple of hours writing in her journal about her life, or writing stories.

At the age of fifteen, Holden finally convinced her mother to let her attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. It took several letters from her father, half-sisters, and arguments from her great-grandparents and such before Adele finally rolled her eyes, and allowed it.


Personality:

• independent- Because of Holden's past, she grew up knowing not to trust anyone but herself. She enjoys time by herself, but is equally comfortable being with others. Holden lets others know what she wants them to think she is. Her true self is hardly shown to anyone. She doesn't rely on anyone.
  
• weird- Holden, at first, is shy to those she meets, but once she feels comfortable around them, she'll go crazy. She'll be obnoxious and zany. People definitely will call her weird, because she pulls many faces and does some things very spontaneously.
  
• expressed- Holden expresses herself with how she sings, or what she draws. She'll move around when she sings, and her face has much expression. She loves fashion, and her personality will show through it. She doesn't like to be like everyone else, and what she wears is always new and unique. Holden especially loves being unique.
  
• passionate- She's very passionate about what happens with her life. Holden tries her best at what she does inside school, and outside of school. She really cares about peace, and expression. She loves singing, and is very passionate about it.
  
• unfocused- The only reason Holden is unfocused is because of her disorder. More commonly known as ADD, Holden's Attention Deficit Disorder holds her back from doing her best. However, her medication helps her but sometimes Holden still slips up.
  

Sample RP:
A soft wind whispered through the tops of the willow trees. Holden opened the small, dirty window in her room to let the breeze roll in. Her small, beat up piano sat beneath the window. This was where she got her inspiration; the view was enough to be inspired. She was on the second story of her house, and she could see for a while off since no one else lived by them. There was a small pond below, surrounded by willows, and a small dock sat over part of the lake, accompanied by a little row boat.

Holden sat herself down at the piano, and glanced up at the clear blue sky once before setting her fingers to the keys. She closed her eyes, and played the sweet, soft melody of Clair de Lune. It was one of her favorite songs to play. She soon found herself humming along and losing herself to time, until Bane, her lion-look-alike cat leaped up on top of the piano and purred down at her.

"Hey there, Bane," Holden smiled, scratching the cat behind the ears. He purred in pleasure, leaning into Holden's fingers. She picked him up and cradled him in her arms while she traveled downstairs. The house creaked and moaned under her feet, and it was eerily quiet.

Holden found a note on the counter, the handwriting scrawled hastily onto the makeshift paper. Bane leaped out of her arms and onto the counter top as Holden picked up the bills envelope that had been written onto.

Holden-
Jonathon Blanche
23.14.78.11.20

PS- There's some soup in the refrigerator.

Holden sighed, and crumpled up the note. She wouldn't need New Guy's number anyway. She was going to Beauxbatons the next day, her first day of school. Her heartbeat quickened slightly at the thought of getting out of here. Tired was she of the same routine, day after day, year after year.

Bane gave a loud meow, reaching his paw towards her as she began to head back upstairs. Holden turned and picked him up, pressing him closer to her until he began to purr loudly and rub his head under her chin. She looked about the sad state of the house and then looked back down at Bane.

"Don't worry, Bane. I won't leave you here."[/size][/left][/font][/blockquote]

Must be Cossu : )

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[fallenangelic]

First Name:

Evylyn

Middle Name:

Salem

Last Name:

Hellewise

Age:

16 (98)

Appearance:

FAMILY:

Roslyn Marie Hellewise (20 162) - surrogate mother - electricity wielder
Lance Christopher Hellewise (20 193) - surrogate father - mind reader
Venus Aylin Hellewise (16 98) - twin sis - weather manipulator
Cole William Marks (18) - brother
Serena May Marks (26) - mother
Zack Henry Marks (28) - father

History:

Born 1911 to a witch mother and wizard father along with her twin sister Venus in Salem, Massachusetts. She was the elder twin and the middle child of the Marks family. Her whole childhood consisted of her and her sister doing whatever they wished and normally when in trouble were lumped together. Many of the families children seemed to envy the two girls, especially the girls. At times the two sister would get hit with rocks and be called witches. None of the other parents did anything but stair at the twins and have some type of fear in their eyes. The two kept their mouths shut about the children and adults until one day their older brother Cole noticed bruises on their legs, arms, back, and stomach. At first he thought their father had been beating them so he confronted him, but finally the two confessed it was the other children and that's when the family decided to move and start over to Portland, Oregon.

Around 1927 when the girls turned 16 Venus started to hang around the wrong crowd, or so her family thought and was getting into flings with many guys. She never slept with them, but the thought of her being with all those people made Evylyn sick to her stomach. One day Venus came home with a bruise on her face and that's when Evylyn lost it. Remembering who the boy was and where he lived she set out to find him and hurt him. Once she finally found him all hell broke loose. He was at La Push beach sitting on a log of driftwood and laughing and joking around with his friends. at first when Evylyn approached him she assumed she was Venus and started to force himself upon her as his friends laugh. She tried to squirm out of his arms, but that only made his grip on her tighter and more painful. Evylyn attempted to scream as well, but clearly it wasn't working at the moment.

"IM NOT VENUS GOD DAMNIT!" she screamed as loud as possible and tried to make her words easy to understand. Finally he let go of her and she pushed him into the log causing him to fall over. His friends didn't like that and ran over to hold her down onto the ground until Venus's so called boyfriend got back up and walked over to her. With all his might he started to kick her in the ribs and her face. It didn't take her long before the blood started to run out of her body causing her to black out and the next thing she remembered were hearing the boys' screams and another voice, calm and reassuring. she could feel their grip on her was gentle, but their torso seemed as hard as a rock. The person was carrying her farther and farther from the scene or so it seemed, but by the time she woke up she could hear an others voice seeming to be worried about all the blood evylyn had lost.

she didn't really care at that point about anything but her sister until she felt something sharp going into her neck followed by the feeling of being on fire. She screamed out, but one of them held a handkerchief to her mouth in hopes of muffling the screams then everything once again went black. When she awoke she wasn't all too sure on what time it was, but at least the pain was gone. She felt bran new, and her throat burned. Evylyn noticed a couple, a beautiful couple in the room standing next to the large bed she had been laying on. The women was statuesque, had curly blond hair, eyes the color of honey, pale skin (which looked rather impenetrable), and overall looked like a super model.

The man had a sort of styled brown hair (the same color as Evylyn), the same honey colored eyes as the women, the same colored skin as the women, and yet again looked overall like a super model. At that time she finally noticed that everything she saw was completely different from normal. It all looked brighter, she could see the rainbows dance off the lights in the room, along with another beautiful and unknown color, she could see every particle of dust dancing together in the air, and she could smell and hear just about everything inside and out. At that moment she knew it was time for her to start freaking the hell out as the two tried their best to explain to her over her loud hyperventilating and muffled tears she tried her best to understand.

Really at that point the only would she had gotten out of it all was Vampire. She didn't know much about vampire and the only things she really knew were those small unrealistic facts she got from horror films. Sitting on the bed quietly in the fetal position she started making a list of facts in her head.
•drink blood
•pray on beautiful women and men
•beautiful themselves
•can change into bats
•burn up in the sunlight
•sleep during the day.

The man looked at her with disgust as he said rather loudly, "not all of that crap is true." She blinked twice and then ignored him. The only person she really wanted to talk to was her sister, but she wasn't all too sure if these people would let her go. So doing the only rational thing on her mind she jumped out of the window and into the sunlight. Expecting herself to burst into flames the only thing which really happened to her skin was it just burned a bit, as though someone placed a minor acid on her skin. Ignoring her burning skin she ran into the forest, with the couple trailing behind her, and ran all the way to her parent's home.

Venus was sitting on the porch and there didn't happen to be anyone home yet so she walked right up to her. Her sister gasped and began to cry once she realized it was her sister standing before her. The two twins began to embrace and that's when the couple finally caught up to Evylyn. "Crap," was all she could say before the man tried to grab her and missed. "back off! I'm not leaving without my sister!" Venus looked at her confused as the couple explained to her what had happened after that the only words which came out of her mouth were "change me too." They both looked at her as though she was stupid as she tried to explain everything the two had went through and why she should become a vampire as well.

The women seemed to understand completely as she bent down next to Venus and bit her neck. Venus gasped out in pain then almost immediately blacked out just as her sister had done. 'take her back,' thought evylyn. 'i know how to get there, but i need to take care of a few things before i go and don't worry I'll stay out of the sun.' the man gave her a quick nod as she began to run as fast as her vampire legs could carry her all the way to the beach where the group of boys beat her senseless. Those idiots were there all right and once they noticed her coming a sort of fear was in their eyes, but they still seemed to want to challenged her. Clearly at that moment all hell broke loose as evylyn discovered her powers. She had sent a large wave to the beach which engulfed all of her sister's boyfriend's friend and sent them out to sea where the began to drown.

Her sister's boyfriend stared at her in fear as she walked toward him and sent another wave to engulf him and drown him as well. A few of the people living there watched in fear as Evylyn took off and ran all the way back to the house. When she got back her sister was still in a painful coma and the couple was standing next to her watching her every move. "Well that's that, I'm done with this place." The man looked at her for a moment and smiled then spoke aloud, "We better get packed and leave before the police come, there might have been others who saw you down at the beach with the boys." The women and evylyn nodded in agreement.

And that's when the introductions began to start as the women spoke out next, "I'm Roslyn Hellewise and this is my husband Lance Hellewise. And if you're going to live with us, you'll have to pose as our daughters, for the cover up story. Humans can be deceived rather easily and will buy it since now we all kind of look alike at least." Evylyn waited for Venus to wake up before she agreed to anything, she clearly didn't know the couple all too well, but she didn't really see any harm in agreeing to the matters if Venus would agree. Once her sister woke up she tried her best to explain what was going on as best as she possible could to her. And since she didn't really understand much herself she found the task to be rather difficult.

Once Venus thought and talked to her sister for a few days the two finally came to the conclusion that the Hellewises can be trusted, since they've kept the two together and have saved the life of Evylyn they has a few brownie points so far. After that the family moved and went to Le Havre, France, a city is surrounded by the seashore of the English Channel to the west, the mouth of the Seine to the south, and the coast to the north. Later Venus discovered powers of her own, she could control fire she liked. a few months later the two sisters received acceptance letters to Beauxbaton's academy of magic. Neither of them have heard of the school and they were a bit skeptical of it all at first until lance and rose told them to go on with it. Apparently the couple met at the school during their 6th year and their time there was just, well, magical.

The twins tried to do as much research on the school as best as they possible could as well as their family tree. It was a wonder to them as to why they would be accepted into the school for magical beings, mostly witches and wizards. Unless it had something to do with their newly found vampiric powers, which evylyn found highly unlikely. The two girls finally found both their real parents had magical properties in them making them both a witch and wizard. It was a shock to the two girls as to why their parents would keep something like this unknown to their own children. Venus felt it was to keep them safe, but evylyn knew better of their parents and merely thought it was because they hated it about themselves more than the sisters could possible imagine.

Personality:

LOVES:

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swimming, her power, singing, dancing, parties, clubbing, animals, blood, tattoos, guys, herself, being the center of attention, everyone knowing who she is, clothes, shoes, diamonds and other gem stones, cupcakes, ice cream, candy, her birthday, polka dots, anything heart or star shaped, every color of the rainbow, rings, anything gothic, make up

HATES:

being told what to do, fading into the background, being made fun of, werewolfs, being bored, silence, death, clowns, people getting too close to her, life, being told she's useless, being useless, not being able to reach her goals

FEARS:

CLOWNS - [/b]
Evylyn just finds them scary and really really really creepy. Bad experience with them.

DEATH -
Evylyn has died once before and she knows what awaits her on the other side...it isn't all too pretty.

DREAMS:

BECOMING FAMOUS SINGER -
ever since she was a little girl Evylyn has dreamed of becoming a famous singer. She knows she has all the talent she needs.

TO MASTER HER POWER -
her powers come first no matter what, since she's trying to completely perfect them she has to constantly work on them day and night for as long as she possible can.

CHARISMA:

BEWITCHING -

Most people find Evylyn bewitching, well most humans anyways. She can charm just about anyone with her looks as well as personality. People are just naturally attracted to her as it seems and she normally has a line of guys waiting for her current to screw up or for her to pick one. But normally she bewitches people on purpose because she finds it interesting to see what they'll do to be with her.

ADVENTUROUS -

Evylyn is always looking for something to do and the more dangerous it is the better. She loves to explore the beaches and forests whenever she can as well as try out new things that seem fun. At times she'll just do it whenever it's brought up or whenever she sees it being done. For example she saw a couple skydiving and the next moment she was signing herself up to do it.

MYSTERIOUS -

Evylyn is very mysterious to most people. at times she's described by having a sort of fog around ehr, hiding what she really is. And thats normally true, she hides who she really is from people at times to keep them from getting too close to her to the point where she can't do anything about it. Of course she loves the attention she gets when that happens but they normally just end up getting hurt by her in the end no matter what the circumstances are.

DANGEROUS -

most don't realize it but Evylyn can be pretty dangerous when she wants to. When she gets overly pissed off she gets to the point where she uses her power on that person to hurt them as much as possible until her anger is gone. She's can never control her temper no matter what and thats where the dangerous part comes in. Because really anyone who goes against her or even her friends will feel her wrath one way or another. And if they do they'll wish they've never been born when she's through with them. But normally she's quite calm so.

TALENTED -

after even a few minutes of knowing Evylyn most people will realize that she has talent. Because she just loves to show it off whenever she can. Sometimes people can get annoyed by it but others tend to enjoy it whenever she bursts out into song and dance. Evylyn sometimes doesn't know she's showing off since she's done it so much, but she tries to play it off and say something like "oh I forgot you were here so."

Sample RP:

Evylyn didn't know much of her past anymore and neither did her sister. Their childhood years were all a blur and she almost seemed to forget where she came from or what her parents even looked like or sounded like. She was trapped in this void, unknowing what lies ahead or behind her, what she did or what she wanted to do is something she longed to figure out. Rose and Lance wouldn't really tell her anything of what happened to her on the beach. Only that she was attacked and beaten to death as lance found her lying in the sand with blood seeping through the sides of rocks which were unnaturally placed together.

Evylyn stared out her window and let out a small sigh as she shifted in her chair uncomfortable. The walls, from her point of view, were much too plain and boring with their white paint and small cracks which formed as the house grew old. Her sister on the other hand seemed to like them very much and seemed to feel the history which they had through the cracks and small stains. The ocean outside was much alive and free as it crashed up upon the hard rocks and the smooth shoreline of the beach. A few pieces of driftwood had washed up upon the shore after last night's storm and were spread out over the beach in an off oval like shape. Evylyn could see the many birds already picking and fighting over the many sea creatures who laid dead on the beach after being tumbled around in the waves.

It made her feel as though her life were somewhat pointless at that time, like she would never really accomplish anything in the next few years of her school life. Of course her sister was happy and excited to make as many friends and break as many hearts as possible, but evylyn wasn't as confidant as Venus and struggled to even talk to her class mates here at home. She knew she would have to pack her stuff sooner or later, but right now she really did prefer the later part of it all.
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This application was extremely well written and i enjoyed reading it, but it also has a few flaws that can't be overlooked. I think that this was based far too much off of the Twilight series, what with the beautiful vampires with magical abilities who sparkle in the sun. Beauty and powers I could understand...but the glittering skin added too much of a Twilight vibe to the history. And you also used areas and even towns from the Twilight books, such as La Push and Forks...so perhaps you should think about this as well. And besides, how would Evelyn have discovered that she was a witch and then come all the way from Forks to France to attend Beauxbatons? Nothing of her magic was mentioned here. She was also very quick to trust the vampires after they followed her when she ran from them...
Please fix these things somehow and write a sample rp from Evelyn's point of view and then I can sort you.

sorry about that and I'm glad you enjoyed reading it (:
twilight was just clearly on my mind at the time, not really sure why but it was xD
I have all the corrections made to it and I hope it's alright now (:[/color]

I really did enjoy it a lot. This is actually very hard to come up with a house for, honestly...Evelyn could fit into any house well enough, I think. A chameleon of sorts...but I'm thinking Cossu might be where this extrovert fits.

[crazyelf]

First Name: Aleera
Last Name: Greer
Age: 17
Appearance:
History:
Personality:
Sample RP:

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My full name is: Aurélie Violette Clementine Perrault-Richelieu.

Age: I am thirteen years old, but will turn fourteen in a few months time. (Much to my excitement!)

Appearance: No, I do not have any veela blood, which I am proud of. My beauty is less..flashy, tacky, unnerving. Take your pick. I am tall for my age (about five and a half feet), so I often appear older than I actually am. Rather than the entirely willowy look of veelas, I have a more womanly figure. My hair is long (say, mid-back length) and deep brown, nearly black. For the most part, I leave it natural and curly. (Big curls, mind you, not itty-bitty ringlets.) My eyes are chocolate with golden specks; I am often told that this is one of my most handsome features. My lips are full and naturally cerise-colored, and my lower portrudes for a bit of a pout. I have inherited high cheekbones and a graceful neck from my mother. My feet are actually a little large, but they help me keep my balance as I dance (which I do quite a lot in many styles.)

History: Yes, I am from the line of Charles Perrault. Many young wizards and witches in France (and even some Muggles around the world) are familiar with his work, such as Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty, the former which was written of his future wife, the witch Eléonore de Angoulême--there's a little known fact for you. On my father's side, we are distantly related to Marie Amalie of Bourbon-Sicilies, wife of Louis Philippe I. My family isn't entirly pureblood--we have some Muggle blood here and there--and though I am aware of my ancestry, I am totally fine with any blood. I've gotten into my fair share of arguments with snobs who are speaking about "foul blood." My father is Basile Henri Richelieu, who works in the French Department of International Magical Cooperation. He is a former MOM ambassador to Britain, which is the reason to why I spent my first and second year of school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as my father spent a five-year term there from when I was eight until this year. I speak both fluent french and english, since we spoke both in our household and I spent every summer at my grandparents' estate in Normandy. Before we lived in England, I lived in between out town house in Paris and our vacation home in Cannes. My mother is Hyacinthe Ghislaine Perrault-Richelieu. She is the ideal housewife, magnificent at things such as cooking, cleaning, etc. However, don't judge her so easily! Before becoming my mère, she was a top french auror, and nothing gets past her. I have three siblings: Léandre Marcellin Olivier (age 18), Sabine Odette Pénélope, & Philippe Evrard François Perrault-Richelieu (both 9; twins.) Léandre is more like my father, solemn and calm, while Sabine and Philippe are nicknamed Deux Fois L'Ennui (Twice the Trouble).

Personality: When I was younger, I wasn't quite as outgoing, but mentally, I make myself act that way (i.e. even if I don't feel comfortable in a situation, I act like I am.) This way, with my family having to move around, I've made friends. Never a lot of best friends, just because we mostly eventually lose contact, but hang-out-at-parties-and-laugh-about-little-stuff friends. My two best friends, whom I can confide in, are Olive (from back at Hogwarts) and my cousin Milli (for Maximilienne), who is Léandre's age and already out of Beauxbatons. Secretly, I think I may be a bit insecure, just because I always picture people ending their friendship with me. I've had quite a few befriend me just to climb the social ladder, and after realizing this, it makes it hard to really open up to new people about my inner self. I'm quite clever, which puts a lot of pressure on me--my parents want the best for me, I know, but it's difficult at times. Sometimes I suffer from little breakdowns, but it isn't anything I let anyone else witness, of course. I have a very clear sense of right and wrong, but sometimes I bend the rules (mostly minor ones) just to prove that I can. I have learned how to carefully insult someone, but I'm not one to bully. However, I'll slip a comment or two if you offend me or anyone else within my circle. Some people consider me stuck up when they first meet me, because they've heard about my family reputation: powerful. I've been sneeringly called "Gold-Blood" by many strangers. My family also struggles with the reputation of my mother's sister-in-law, Lucréce. A dark-arts-dabbler gone infamous hussy, she isn't the type of person you want to be associated with..especially after she married my Uncle Charlot, stripped him of his money, and drove him to quite literal madness. My poor cousin Milli (their daughter) now has to live with the shame of such a mother, which has been very hard on her. Sometimes I can be over-competitive or somewhat vain (I always look my best when I'm around people, or I feel naked.) And I also seek praise. I enjoy dancing, singing, writing, debate, and travel. I have never found a boy that I've liked enough to have that type of relationship with, but I'm still looking. I often get energetic about something and then lose interest, but I persevere the things I'm really passionate about. I'm not all that into Quidditch, to be truthful--I only go to hang out and watch the cute guys on brooms. Broom acrobatics shows? Now, that's something else entirely! I absolutely love going to them. I have no idea what house I'll be in. I only hope that students there will share some of the same interests with me, but not all; that I will make a wide range of different types of friends, and some more best friends; that I will be placed in a place where I'll excell, but also have fun.

Sample RP: As she sat in the carriage with a stiff spine, Aurélie fixed her hair as if she was about to have her picture taken. "Aurie, darling, it's alright," Mrs. Perrault-Richelieu said, while comfortingly patting her daughter's shoulder. "I have complete confidence in you. Everything at school will go perfectly, okay dew-berry? It's alright to be nervous."
"I'm not nervous!" Aurélie shot back a little sharply, as she began to tap her fingers against the windowsill. "Sorry, Mére. That was a little..sharp. I'm just--not nervous, okay?" Mrs. Perrault-Richelieu smiled again.
"Of course not. You'll love it there. I did. Some of my best years were at Beauxbatons. And you look beautiful as always. Just lift up that chin. You look like a princess."
"No she doesn't!" said Philippe, finally speaking up. "She looks like a baaaanshee!!" Aurélie rolled her eyes, thinking about kicking him, but realizing it wouldn't mke anything better. He would only kick back, and this carriage wasn't that big to start with.
Well, for a carriage it was, she supposed. The inside was filled with ornate fleur de lis design in gold on the majorelle blue seats. The carriage belonged to Aurélie's grandmére and grandpére, who they'd been spending the holidays with. On each side were a frilled curtains, through which one could take a look at the romantic french countryside, as Aurélie was doing until--
"May I sit on your lap?" It was Sabine, the forth travelling member. "I promise to sit carefully, so that I don't muss your robes. There very pretty."
"Thank you," Aurélie replied.
"I wanted robes like that, too," Sabine yawned, plopping herself down. "With the lace detail and cashmeh-meh-meh--" With that, she fell asleep. Philippe was soon to follow.
"Darling," Mrs. Perrault-Richelieu said in a hushed voice. "Try to get some sleep. It won't help you to make friends if you fall asleep in the middle of you hors d'oeuvre."
"But..I'll be such a novelty. 'That rich, spoiled new girl. Oh yes, she's part Perrault and part Richelieu. No one talk to her.'"
"Don't worry," Mrs. Perrault-Richelieu assured her. "It will all be fine, you'll see."

Please rewrite the history, appearance, and personality sections of your application in third person and then I can sort you.

[authentiix]

First Name: Sara.
Last Name: Vuittone.
Age: Fifteen.

Appearance: Standing in at 5'2 and 9O pounds, Sara is on the smaller end of the spectrum. Often mistaken for being anorexic, however she just has a fast metabolism. Her eyes are deep, dark brown to the point where they look black; same goes for her hair which is of medium length with a slight amount of layers and a fringe. Often it is straightened, yet waves as humidity gets to it. It never frizzes, however, since it is very thin. Sara is half Chinese and half white, and her features show such. Her eyes are an almond shape and point slightly downward [the "typical" Asian eye shape], but she has double eyelids. Her lips are full and nose is of peculiar shape. From the front she may have a great Asian-ness about her, but from the side she looks white. Her nose has a slight bump but hardly noticeable, while it is also a tad wider than the preferred thin, modelesque nose. Sara's skin tone is also a mix of her ethnicity, as it is slightly tan. However, she tans quite easily. Her body shape is a mix between a ruler and hourglass shape, with a short torso and long legs. Usually she will wear her glasses and hair down, but occasionally she will not if she chooses to wear contacts. But that is rare. Her jaw line is defined like her white father, but the rest of her head shape is that of her Asian mother's. Sara's back has a large arch in it from great flexibility, yet very little breasts or butt. Her hips are slight but noticeable, with a long neck to accent her sharp collar bone. She has always been told that she has a "unique" face. However, Sara has always preferred and desired an average, pretty face to this curse of a unique one.

Often she will wear something that she defines as cute and classy. Possibly just a simple skirt with a blouse, or just skinny jeans with some heels. Accessories are her favorite part of an outfit, so you will almost always see her with some sort of jewelry or a bag. She has a large collection of bags, from cheap to designer. Sometimes she will feel like a slob and wear merely some sweat pants and a hoodie, but that does not happen unless she is in a rut.

Also, see sig.

History: Sara lived a typical, desirable childhood. She never lived in a mansion, nor did she ever live in a shack. She is an upper middle class child, living in the rich white suburbs in a slightly smaller house than she would prefer due to the large costs for homes in her area. Her parents lived a modest way when she was younger, and expected her to do the same. As much as she disliked it. Her school district was well funded, one of the best in the country, she got into all of the top groups and clubs, and made friends with the right people. She knew how to work the system. She knew how to take advantage of what was around her. She was an only child; her parent's little girl. She got whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. Sara was the epitome of spoiled.

Over time Sara had learned to manipulate her parents to do as she pleased. She never really saw it as a bad thing, she just saw it as being good at getting what she wanted. There's nothing wrong with that, right? In the social scene, she knew how to be on top. She knew what people to make friends with, which people to not, what to wear, where to sit at lunch, etc. She was, is a smart girl. However, Sara rarely feels the need to put effort into anything she does. Yes, her grades are very good, but her philosophy was always that there was no point in trying when you didn't need to. As long as the ends justified the means, it was alright.

Her parents did not agree. They were very grade oriented, very school oriented. They would say that she should try harder, work harder, study. Because, the moment her grades slipped, they would flip out. Sometimes she felt that her schoolwork was more important than her in their eyes, but she never really let that bother her. It was not worth it. Her parents and her did not see eye to eye. They said that they didn't care what her grades were, as long as she did her best. She said that as long as she got good grades, it shouldn't matter if she tried or not. That caused a fair amount of disagreement.

Then there was the fact that her parents marriage had being going down the tube for years. However, Sara believed that the only reason they stayed together was for her. She found it quite ridiculous. She wanted them to get a divorce, just to get it over with. All she really cared about was the money, anyways. Divorced kids tend to suffer a loss of income when the parents become divorced, and Sara could not have for that. She was too accustomed to the life she lived already. Any downgrade would be devastating.

So there she was, listening year after year as her paranoid, slight OCD, anger management father and her over-sensitive, annoying, over-questioning mother fought and fought. Eventually Sara got used to it. Sometimes she was even dragged into it. Not the most pleasurable thing in the world, but after awhile one learns to develop a solid wall between herself and the outside world. It kept her together. Possibly that wall might have screwed up many attempts at relationships in the future, but she would never notice. That wall kept her safe, her own Berlin Wall refusing to come down to avoid getting hurt.

Personality: Sara, like most teenagers, is a complicated being. There are too many things to count that she keeps to herself, that no one knows about but her. She is what could be referred to as a walking contradiction. With everything she has said or done, it seems like she has also done exactly the opposite. She is quite hypocritical, and is okay with that. She accepts it. Anyone who denies it is merely an idiot, which also makes him or her even more a hypocrite. Sara lacks a fair amount of common sense, but she is one of the most outspoken, opinionated people one will ever meet. Her arguing skills are second to none. She will use your words against you, twisting them to the point where you contradict yourself thus proving a failed argument. Decision making is not one of her strong points, and neither is patience.

Sometimes she feels like there are three levels to her. The bitchy, upfront girl who is mean to almost everyone at first. Then next comes the okay girl, who actually has feelings and a heart once you talk to her one on one. And lastly, the insecure girl who is not comfortable in her own skin. Who puts up a front to avoid others. The closer you get to the 3rd level, the closer you will get to her as a whole.

Her mind is very logical. Sara over-thinks things all the time, trying to find patterns in the ways of normal life. In the way people view the world, in the way she views the world. She used to want to be original, but now she has realized that originality does not exist. Everything has been done before, history merely repeats itself. Attempting to be original only pushes you more into unoriginality. Your given talents and appearance are what makes one truly original, not what one tries to be. Call it a pessimistic view, but Sara's realism is often mistaken for pessimism.

One of Sara's biggest insecurities is physical appearance. She has done research on it, trying to find her way into the average human mind and what is appealing. She never feels like she is good enough, is always wanting to change. She wants to look different, to be different, to act different. To be something that everyone wants to be. A search for human perfection. However, she does not believe in change within the human itself. Instead, she envies those that have what she does not, and attempts to accept it; but fails. Contrary to popular belief, she cares what people think of her. But she would never let people know, even think such things. How she appears to others is everything. How they view her. It is all she has. And with that, she improves herself.

Sara lives in the future. All of her decisions are based off of possible outcomes. It might have held her back in the past, but she prefers it. She prefers knowing exactly what will happen. She prefers having a plan. Without a plan she believes that everything will fall into complete insanity as her mind loses control of her surroundings.

Apart from her deep thoughts and aspects of her personality, there is a much simpler side to her. She prefers the small, detailed things in life. The big picture always scared her. She adores photography, although she does not think she is very good. But she will still attempt it. On top of that, Sara plays the electric guitar and drums. Not especially well, but she is fairly good. And for a sport, she plays tennis. It's a way for her to let off steam. And being as small as she is, it is not a strength sport but merely a form sport. Accuracy and preciseness are important to her.

Sample RP: It was an interesting night. Cold, brisk, to the point where the still cold inhaled into her respiratory system would sting her lungs. She actually enjoyed it. That painful feeling inside of her gave her a bit of pleasure, a bit of excitement. It was an odd feeling, to feel physical pain deep within oneself. But it wasn't bad. it was exhilarating.

Sara stared down at the grounds for a few moments as she watched her feet go one by one, step by step, along the deep maroon, brick pavement before quickly snapping her head back up and staring at the scene in front of her moving closer towards her. Her hands were stuffed in her pocket to avoid dryness, even though she moisturized already. But one could never be too safe. As usual, she looked quite classy in her black bootie boots, black tights, short black skirt that hugged her thighs, and a teal blouse; her favorite color. Her hair was tied back into a loose bun held together with a simple hair tie and elegant black hair band. It completed the look, she thought to herself as she took a few more steps towards the building.

It wasn't that late, only 9pm, so the library would still be open. However, the winter season had caused the night to come sooner than normal. She didn't give it much mind, light or dark it was still the outdoors. She didn't like the outdoors that much; too many icky crawly things. Yet, even still, here Sara was walking up to the library doorsteps, single handedly facing the cold.

But it was worth it. The moment she stepped into the library the warmth engulfed her, and the smell of books made its way through her nasal passage. It was delightful. She loved the smell of books. Quickly she gave the librarian a half smile as she sat down at her normal table, slightly disgusted with the old lady's outfit outfit. But at least she smiled. See, she did have a heart. Kind of. It was empty now, for everyone was back in their dorms doing who knows what. But the last place they would want to be was the library. What normal teenager would want to spend their evening in the library? Besides her, of course.

But she preferred it this way. That way it would be quiet. There wouldn't be any annoying girls pretending to be studying just to stare at some cute boy, there wouldn't be some cute boy trying to look smart for the girls, none of that. It was just her, and the old lady that didn't say anything besides "Shhh!" to over-talkative children. It was perfect. Sara was in her element.

Besides, no one could know she spent her evenings in the library. Not because it was "uncool", necessarily, although it was. It was more for the fact that she came to the library to enhance her knowledge. If people knew she actually had some sort of a brain past her apathetic nature in school, it would ruin her. Everything she had built up, everything that she had worked for, would all be gone in a single moment. Her "I don't care" attitude was one of the few things that she was known for. People might think she were studying for a test if she were caught, or doing homework. Oh, the horror! No, if anyone saw her, well...let's try not to think that far ahead.

Opening up some old book from the 195O's, dust escaping from it's neglected pages, she heard a creak at the front of the library. She brushed it off as nothing more than the wind, until the door slowly creaked open as well.

s**t she thought.

Must be Rouerie.

[fauxxx]

First Name:

Faux

Last Name:

Aleshire

Age:

15

Appearance:



History:

Faux has been born from a long line of pureblood witches and wizards, including her parents. She graced the world with her presence on May 30th and was brought up in a large cottage in country England. Being the oldest of her family before her younger brother Lupo, Faux was often ignored while the ‘male heir’ of the family got the attention. Sometimes her parents would even forget about her entirely, their son was all that mattered now. Of course this made Faux jealous, but being the emotionally secluded person she is, didn’t speak of it. There was once a time before he was born where her family was happy with her, but that time was no longer.

After years and years of trying to seek her families’ attention, she finally snapped. One could only take so much of continuously being ignored. Her family had been at a prestigious pure-blood party hosted by a family friend high up in the ministry, and the impression made at this party would be able to get her father a shiny new promotion. She knew she had to make a good impression, but when her mother shrugged her off from an introduction saying she was nobody, well, Faux just couldn’t ignore that no matter how hard she tried.

Shouting and screaming at her mother at all of the pain she had held in for years, she noticed an apologetic look flash through her brothers eyes as her mother dragged her outside in rage. From the devastated look on her face when her mother told her to have her things packed by the morning, you could tell her anger was bubbling down into sadness as she sprinted away into the midnight. Walking for hours and hours, just wanting to get away from it all; that was, until Lupo somehow managed to catch up with her. It was on that night, when the full moon came out from behind the clouds she realized what her brother really was. She managed to get away until the moon became hidden again and her brother had a chance to explain.

This, of course, would be the perfect way to be the favorite again, to get a taste of the attention she truly desired, but as she looked into her brothers eyes that night she realized she wouldn’t be able to do it. As he begged and pleaded to keep his secret she realized she couldn’t betray her brother like that. It wasn’t his fault, werewolf blood must’ve run secretly somewhere in the family. So with final departing words she left, walking until dawn until her legs collapsed from underneath her. That was when, as fate should have it, an elegantly decorated letter just so happened to be dropped into her lap by a snow-white owl.

Personality:

Faux is quite a rebellious one, a bit of a rule breaker, you see. It’s not to say she isn’t responsible the majority of the time, It’s just things are more fun when you aren’t meant to be doing them in her opinion. She hasn’t been caught yet, ever. This is why some people call her smart but smart wouldn’t exactly the right word to describe Faux, it doesn’t do her justice, Street Smart may be a better word, even witty.

Although, this doesn’t mean she is a total rebel, Faux pays attention to her studies and does well in most things she puts her mind to. She is determined and she knows it, people often admire her for this trait. That and how confident she can be.

She is known to be quite a socialite, making friends with everyone, no matter their bloodline or house, none of that mattered to her because it didn’t change who they were. In addition to that, if there is one thing she can’t stand it’s prejudice, so what if people are different in some ways, get over it.

However, if you get on her bad side you’ll more then likely soon regret it. Faux is a tough girl, she doesn’t show emotions easily and is very good at faking them or more importantly lying.


Sample RP:

She had taken her shoes off miles back. It was better to have the stony road under her blistered feet then a muddy pair of broken heels. It was quite ironic, Faux thought, how fairy tale endings usually involve the hero walking happily into the sunset. She found it funny that she - the hero of her own story - was here, walking miserably into the sunrise, hours from the place she called home.

It felt as if the events that happened before were a distant dream, however Faux was too sensible and knew they were harsh reality crashing upon her shoulders. Her heart and mind were filled with many things right now, confusion, envy, forgiveness, deceit, pity. Some good intentions, some bad; she didn’t really know what to think, nor did she want to stop and really think about all the things going on around her.

In a way, she didn’t mind walking like this. Her feet were sore, but if she kept going maybe she could get away – but she couldn’t – so at least for now she just wanted to forget. Forget her troubles and clear her mind. But reality kept coming back. What would she do? Where would she go? How would she even get there, being stuck in the middle of nowhere?

Faux wanted nothing more right now then to just let a loud scream echo from her pink lips into the silent atmosphere, to just lie down and cry a river of tears that could stop a drought. But she wouldn’t, she had far too much dignity for that. So she remained quiet. Her droopy, unfocused eyes struggling to keep her eyes on the horizon; she knew she had to stop before some muggle found her half-dead on the road.
Taking sanctuary under a tree, Faux watched the sun peak into her line of vision as her tired eyes slid closed. For all she knew she could have been laying in unconsciousness for days, but it was only hours later that she awoke to a cooing about her head. Rubbing her drowsy eyes, she raised her head, watching a snowy colored owl gaze down at her with wide eyes. It cooed once more and Faux’s vision turned to her lap, of which there sat an intricately decorated, blue letter with a wax seal from Beauxbatons Academy.

Rather difficult to sort, but I'm thinking Rouerie for Faux.

[taylor99]

First Name:

Pixie

Middle Name:

Isobel

Last Name:

Carter

Age:

17

Blood:

Vampiric Blood

Appearance:



History:

Pixie was born on the 7th February 1992 to her mother and father, Maria and George Carter. Her mother, Maria, is Italian, and a pure bred witch. She had lived in Italy until meeting Pixie's father George, from Paris, France, decendent of a Vampiric bloodline.
Though the two were of different bloodlines, they made sure Pixie learnt about both her magic and vampiric inheritance.
The family have always lived in France, and though Pixie was home-schooled because of her Vampiric instincts, she learnt how to control her thirst, with the help of her father.
She learnt to feed off animals instead of humans, and after seventeen years of practise, is quite the expert.

She is an only child, so is spoiled massivly by her mother, which should have affected her ability to be polite and kind, but it didn't. She learnt how to be well mannered and proper, so that when she was sent to school, she'd know exactly how to behave.
Finally, after learning how to live easily amongst people, her and her parents applied to send her to Beauxbatons Academy, to learn more about her magical inheritance, and master the powers she has aquired due to her mothers pureblood descent.

Personality:

Pixie's a loyal and trustworthy friend...to people she likes, however, she has a bit of a problem judging people before she gets to know them, but after a bit of time her opinion usually changes, depending on how the person in question acts around her. She never makes her thoughts or opinions known until she makes a final decision, in order not to make a mistake or hurt anyones feelings.

Pixie has never been one to give up in a fight first. She stands her ground, which can sometimes make things worse, but after so long being in one frame of mind, its not likely to change anytime soon.
Her bright and bubbly personality, and constant smiles, makes her impossible to ignore, for both the good and bad reasons, her bright eyes drawing you in, causing most of the problems she has with other girls.

She can be somewhat flirty, though she wont keep you under the wrong impression for long, she doesn't like to mislead anyone, though sometimes for a bit of fun she might keep up the pretence for longer then she should.
She's a smart girl, though focusing in lessons can be difficult, she usually finds something more interesting to talk about or do, but she makes up for it in homework and extra credit assignments.

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Taylor bit her lip. This was her first day all over again, the one thing she hated doing more then anything. Starting school...for what seemed like the hundreth time.
Sighing she walked up to the steady steel and glass doors that made the enterance. She could already feel the eyes of the other students on her, and yet she couldn't find it in herself to turn and stare them all out. Why should she bother? They were the ones doing the staring, she was just trying to get through the most difficult day of the upcoming week.

She had made the effort of hunting the night before, just north of Forks, making sure not to hunt within the towns perimiter. She had heard from other vampires it was part of some treaty between the original coven here and the werewolves the lived down in La Push. If this was true, she wasn't going to be the one to break it. No way, no how.
Her eyes were a bright butterscotch colour, the same as any other 'Vegetarian Vampire' that might have just hunted, but for some reason they were causing a slight stir amongst the students.
Whispers about her strange eye colour and light skin were flying around the crowd outside, but enough was enough, she couldn't take the eyes on her anymore.

Dashing up to the door she shoved her way in and stalked up the office window.
"Taylor Bennett, its my first day..." she didn't need to say more then that before a timetable was pushed in her direction along with a map and a form of somekind. Glancing at it briefly she came to the conclusion it was for her teachers to sigh for the first day, great. There wouldn't be any ditching today.

Tucking her blond waves behind her ear, she set off in the direction of her first class. History. The one class she actually enjoyed. Students walking past her faultered to a hault beside her, wide eyed and gasping, not sure what to make of the 'new girl'.
Rolling her eyes Taylor shook her head, she should have been used to this kind of reaction by now, but still, she hated it.
Keeping her focus fixed on her destination, she finally made it to her History class, sighing with relief she walked up to the teacher and waited for them to sign the sheet of paper she'd been given. He quickly scribbled his signature in the first block before signalling the free seat at the back of the class.
Thank god for that, Taylor thought to herself, sauntering down the aisle and taking the seat she'd been shown, taking out her notebook and waiting for the class to start. She winced slightly, this was only the start...the worst was yet to come.

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[frederica]

FRREDERICA NATALIE SAWYER
INTUITIVE . INTELLECTUAL . HOT-HEADED . QUIET . MISUNDERSTOOD

First Name:

Frederica 'Freddy' Natalie.

Last Name:

Sawyer.

Age:

Sixteen.

Appearance:

Frederica Sawyer.

History:

The marriage of Calvin and Mina wasn't exactly an expected one. It was a bit more arranged. They'd never admit it, being two very stubborn people, but the truth lays in the facts. Both Calvin and Mina's fathers had been friends. As close as two men who cared more about money and status than people could be. They promised each other that they'd one day combine their family and their wealth. No one knows how exactly the two men came up with the idea of betrothing their first borns, but the plan had been made and the day set. The young studious Calvin had never given Mina, the Cossu seductress a second glance. She was too much glitz and glam for a simple man like himself. When his mother warned him of the marriage when he was sixteen, he tried speaking to Mina. He hoped there was something more in her.

Fortunately, there had been. Mina wasn't just another Cossu princess. She had dreams and goals, ones the consisted in more than money and power. Those things were nice but her favorite was attention. She wanted all eyes on her. The stage was her addiction and she lusted after being a prima ballerina. Even though her father never gave her the dancing lessons she desired, she still sought after the dream. Mina's determination interested Calvin, and in a way he manipulated that small feeling into something more. In a way, you could almost say he forced love from something that was almost not there. In the end, the wedding was held in the fall following their graduation.

The first couple years of marriage were like an amazing adventure. Mina loved having a friend and lover who wouldn't leave her after a spat. Someone who was constantly there. Calvin appreciated someone who would sit and listen to his ideas for a book. Someone who would so bluntly give their opinion even if he didn't ask for it. The first couple of years were too beautiful to imagine for the young couple. Then the demands from their parents came. Mina's father wanted a grandson. Calvin's father wanted him to join the family business, which dealt with hotels and restaurants. They rushed into parenthood with big dreams of a son. You could only imagine the heartbreak Mina had to overcome when she gave birth to a beautifully healthy Frederica Sawyer.

Frederica had unknowingly been born to an ecstatic father and a bitter mother. Every time Calvin looked at his new daughter he saw the epitome of perfection and beauty. Every time Mina looked at Frederica she saw failure. She hid her outrage and played the happy mother. Minda told her father that they'd try again for a boy, but knew that having a female as a firstborn was unacceptable - As she had been. The following years for Frederica, were full of adoration from her father while Mina played the doting mother. Mina would dress her up every morning and then pass her on to a nanny.

As she grew into a child, she slowly started noticing her mother and the distance they had. No matter how much she tried, her mother never offered the warmth love her father gave. Freddy never understood why though. At first she thought it was something about her. So every week she was trying new things to catch her mothers interest. She went through many phased. Quidditch, ballet, singing, swimming, writing. By the age of ten she probably had had more lessons than any other girl she knew. She hadn't succeeded in all of them, like quidditch and ballet she'd been rubbish in. But others like drawing and singing she'd excelled. By the summer of her tenth year she'd finally figured out why her mother didn't give her the affection she sought.

During that summer her mothers godson had spent a week with them, and everyday Freddy would see her mother talk to him, pamper him, and take him places. He didn't have a nanny watching after him. That was the first time Freddy ever felt rejection. A small bitterness grew in her but she ignored that, she had been much to focused on her mother. The realization that if she had been a boy everything would of been different hadn't affected her like it would of affected other. Instead of breaking down and hating her mother she simply gave up on trying to gain anything from her. Freddy didn't hate herself for not being a boy, and she didn't hate her mother for wanting one. Instead she just continued on living

Once she started Beauxbatons she was glad to be gone for a while. She wanted a life of her own to become her own person. Yet, sadly, Beauxbatons was a world that wasn't so kind to sweet-hearted girls like Freddy. Her first year, she'd been teased by the elder children. Even though she made new friends and kept away from them she couldn't help but notice the way it was there. The mean, angry, and witty were on top while the nice and weak were the prey. Freddy ultimately understood the meaning of a 'dog eat dog world'. As quickly as possible Freddy intended on growing a back bone and an attitude. The last thing Freddy needed in her life was anyone walking all over her.

Personality:

There are moments when Frederica Natalie Sawyer wishes she was a different person, but those moments are rare and usually followed with the realization that she loves who she is. Freddy isn't like most girls today who are either extremely sweet and innocent or bitchy and manipulative. She's a warm mixture of both without the complications that make it hard to define herself. Freddy had been born with the kind demeanor she possesses. She hates seeing people close to her sad or hurt. Unlike other people who will comfort their friends with kind words and hugs, Freddy uses other tactics. She wishes she could show her kindness in ... more kind ways but she knows the soft-hearted are considered weak and because of this she puts up her act and lives it well. In a way, many of seen her was a cold person when really she isn't. If life was different, she'd shed her second skin and let herself be everything she wished to be. Because acting has become such a big thing in her life -- and because she hates liars and hates to lie -- she usually keeps to herself.

The less people she talks to the less she has to prove herself. Unknowingly, she gives off this unapproachable vibe. She's known to argue, and to win. Her reputation around school is a pretty heavy one. The beauty with the heart of ice. The cruel queen. The names are endless, and actually bring Freddy amusement. In no means is she royalty nor does she see herself this way. She sees herself just as another girl trying to survive school, and unlike others, she's actually succeeding. She's extremely proud of all her talents but too modest to show them off like other girls, instead she keeps them little secrets. A attribute she likes about herself. A secret is kept a secret when with Freddy. Even though her persona around people can consist of bitchiness, confidence, the typical teenage girl personalit. One thing she doesn't like is gossip. It's unattractive. Her acting skills are superb but gossip would just be a waste of time.

Although she's usually very quiet, she's very intuitive and pays attention to everything. Her memory if very good and precise so she can remember random things from years ago. Things from the look on someones face to the color of her sweater. Her friends joke and say she has a photogenic memory when really Freddy has trained herself to have it. The worst thing Freddy has ever experienced was being caught in a lie when she was younger, she does not wish to every repeat the situation and for that she relies on her memory.

When it comes to boys, Freddy doesn't pay much attention to them. She's probably gone out with two boys at the most in her life. To be honest, she extremely insecure in this area but plays it off well. To other, it just looks like she's unattainable which makes her so much more wanted. Something she doesn't want at all. Freddy isn't exactly shy around boys as she is unsure. She doesn't know what to do or say when one approaches her so she usually just play uninterested or coy. When really on the inside she just wants to get away so she can plan.

Planner is a good way to describe Freddy. She doesn't do anything without thinking five steps ahead and considering her gains. She isn't spontaneous like other girls but in the end she doesn't lose or get hurt like other girls either. Everything she says and does is usually planned out in her head for her ultimate gain. In a way, this makes her a bit manipulative. She knows exactly how to get someone to tell her something without her having to straight out ask them about it. Her strategic skills come in handy all the time.

Sample RP:

She was a lovely vision in white. Lovelier than lovely.

She looked like a goddess as she made her way from the castle to the grounds in long strides. Her white robe intertwined with her legs as her gracefully walked towards the shadows. The night was too cold and the moon was too bright. The beauty of the night was eerie and stunning. A odd kind of soothing seduction. Frederica Sawyer was a picture of perfection. In her arms she carried a picnic basket as well as a blue checked blanket. A picnic at midnight seemed like a bit of a romantic gesture to some, but Freddy didn’t see how it could be romantic when you were spending it with your bestfriend. All thoughts about love and romance were temporarily locked up in the back of her mind. Gideon Prewett was a good friend, and love wasn’t something she chased. Tonight was suppose to be for fun, memories, and happiness. She wasn’t going to let the fear of rumors spreading interfere either. Gideon had mentioned it before, but Freddy had brushed it off. People already talked. She was a tramp, an ice queen, and a b*tch to some. Being romantically linked with Gideon was the least of her problems.

The moonlight engulfed her slowly as she reached her destination and unfolded the blanket. With clever hands, she started setting up all the food she’d begged the house elves to make. It had been there pleasure, but a small bit of guilt still managed to sink in as she thought of those poor happy creatures. Pitiful as they were, they made some delicious food she though as she took out the roasted chicken and side dishes. The heavenly aroma seemed to mix with the scent of the flowers she’d purposely set up next to. The air smelled of sweet sweet sin. Pulling out a small oil lantern, Freddy lit it with the tip of her wand and set it in the middle of the blanket to act as a centerpiece. She’d only chosen the lantern as a second thought. Her first thought had been candles, but that was most suggestive than she was trying to be.

This was going to be her first picnic, she thought with a childish grin. Her mother hadn’t ever wanted to do anything outdoors. Her favorite activities had been shopping, dancing, and ignoring Frederica. Her father had always promised to take her out on one but he’d always been too busy and then he’d gotten the idea grown women didn’t enjoy picnics and so the promises had stopped coming. A bit giddy, Freddy sat on the blanket and stretched her legs out. Her gown drapped beautifully around her. The gown had been a present from her mother, it was too casual for a party, and too formal for anything else. With it’s off the shoulder style sleeves, it left her shoulders bear and free to feel the light breeze tickle her sick. The night was warming up a bit, she thought with a small smile. It would have been a shame to sit around talking and catching up while their teeth chattered because of the cold. The night was going perfect so far.

Getting the food had been easiest part. Escaping the castle had made her feel rebellious and like a princess fleeing an evil stepmother. The hardest part was yet to come. Slowly, she let out a long drawled out sigh. The hardest part would be the waiting. She’d told Gideon midnight and had sent him the direction the to garden hours ago. Now it was just up to him not to forget and actually show up. And she sure hoped he showed up soon. Her excitement was getting the better of her, she was quiet near giddy. It’d been a while since they’d spent time together at all, it’s been a while since she’d done anything relaxing and fun. Freddy was long overdue for some recreation.

Glancing over her shoulder casually she made out the figure of someone coming near her. Just as casually, she smiled and turned her head back around to face the other way. She was trying hide the stupid excitement from her face and look cool and collected. Ice queen didn’t get idiotic grins on their face for such small events. Out of habit, she trailed her hands through her hair and drew it over her shoulder to tangle her fingers in. The motion was so innocent she almost looked like a child waiting for a gift attentively. Her eyes shimmered with the smile that reached them. As much as she tried the happiness was on her face, but it wasn’t as she thought. She didn’t look stupid and silly. Her appearance was one of an angel sitting on a cloud, looking amused. The girl truly didn’t have a vain bone in her body.

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I'm thinking Sournois for Frederica.

[skw]

Full name: Tansy Dorothea Winthrop

Age: 14

Appearance: www.perfectpeople.net/photo-picture-image/138284/lucy-boynton.htm
Tansy has russet-auburn/dish-water red (depending on the season & amount of sunlight) hair, which tends to be curly. She grew up very petite, but has just caught up with the rest of her age in average height and size. Her features are very delicate and natural. Freckles daintily sprinkle her nose.

History: Tansy and her family have a joke that they don't know whether her blood is "the purest of the pure or the muddiest of the muddy". Her parents, though both wizards, are also both Muggle-born. During the Dark Lord's second rise, Phineas & Jane Winthrop (her dad and mum) fled Britain to the safer realms of France, after barely escaping a trip to Azkaban. Phineas, a former Ravenclaw, took up the job of teaching a WRC (Wizarding Relationships Class), while Jane, an alum of Hufflepuff, went straight to work at Raisons des Guérisseurs Aidants (the French equivalent to Britain's St. Mungo's) as a healer. Jane gave birth to Tansy on a warm day in June. After the war ended in Britain, Phineas was quick to want to move back, but Jane had grown to love France (she was half-french as it was, her maiden name being Brisbois.) After years of pestering from Phineas, Jane finally agreed to move back when Tansy was six or seven. At the age of eleven, Tansy was to go to Hogwarts, but Jane and Phineas separated--though they loved eachother, they couldn't stand to live together and they had many differences. Jane decided to travel the world and she took Tansy with her. Tansy learned so much from the two-year-straight vagabond experience, and she and her mother still kept in long distance contact with Phineas. Eventually, they decided to travel around in the UK, and Phineas caught up with them. Phineas and Jane reconciled, and Phineas agreed to move the family back to France--and enroll Tansy in Beauxbatons. Even though Jane and Phineas are somewhat hippies, they thought that Tansy should have a chance to go to school with other wizards and witches her age, which Tansy looks forward to.

Personality: There is a certain flower child quality about Tansy. She isn't caught up in fashion trends like most girls her age--give her a freshly made daisy-chain necklace and a bohemian style outfit and she's ready to go. She loves her parents equally, but differently. As an only child, she's gotten used to having to go out and look for friends during her travels, so she's very outgoing. There is a lot of innocence in her, although she has seen much pain in the world. Tansy's very idealistic. Her optimism can sometimes be a pain. If she's worn out, she'll bicker and whine much like a little child. She's very talented and smart, and she's aware of it. It occasionally makes her act vain. However, if someone's feeling hurt, she will use every means to cheer them up. She is the person to go to if you need a laugh, and if you need to cry, she will most likely cry with you, and her tears will be real. She is a very sincere person, and is thoughtful, especially with the little things.

Sample RP:
The sun shone in through the glass of the greenhouse. Laggardly, Tansy opened a single eyelid. Oh, goodness, she'd forgotten that she'd fallen asleep here. It was an accident--around one in the morning, she had decided to see if her hibiscus had bloomed any since she'd last checked. She hadn't been able to fall asleep anyway. It was strange to go to bed when you realized this was your bed. Not your bed for the night, but your bed in permanent terms. It even smelled like Jane's lavender washing detergent. Some things just didn't change--for some odd reason, Jane prefered washing machines to using magic. They were keeping there's in a shed a bit away from the house so that the magic wouldn't affect it.
"Tansy-bell!" came Jane's trilling voice. "We have breakfast all nice and ready for you! Croissants and clotted cream for the raspberries, dear!" Tansy supposed that her perennial happiness came from her mother. She could hear Phineas's footsteps behind Jane's.
"I ironed your gypsy skirt, Tans," came Phineas's deep voice.
"Thank you Phineas," Tansy replied. "I'm coming! And thank you for breakfast, too, Jane."
Phineas and Jane were in Tansy's view now, having rounded the corner of the cottage. Jane had a very proud smile on her face, partly due to her only child finally going off to proper school and partly because she'd been organized enough to make breakfast. Well, to cast a spell for breakfast, but it was all the same.
As she hurried out of the greenhouse to join her parents, Tansy took a deep breath. Oh, the country air was so rejuvinating here in France. Even though she hadn't lived here since she was little, she thought of it as her home country. She knew she was a french girl at heart.
Making her way to the kitchen alongside Jane and Phineas, Tansy felt a pang of..of something. It was finally the three of them again. It had been her and Jane for such a while now, but she knew deep down that they would one day go back to being a trio. And just as she got her wish, she was to be sent off. She hadn't thought of it that way before--Beauxbatons had seemed so exciting to her before that moment. But really, wasn't it like they were getting rid of her? Jane kept giggling even more than often, like she was a newly wed bride, not a mother of one. Phineas, too; he was such a dear to Tansy, but he was always doing special little things with Jane now. Well, if they were going to right out and abandon her, couldn't she be abandoned with a brother or sister? Or a twin--she'd always wanted a twin. No, she was just stuck with the damn hibiscus. A sour look sept over her face, but she wiped it off. If she began to mope, Jane would mope, too, and Phineas would become the too-level-headed family psychologist. No, she'd just eat her breakfast and then practice her growing spell on the hibiscus.
But when she came home from Christmas, they'd better feel sorry. And pay her lots of attention. So there.

I'm thinking Cossu.

[magique]

First Name: Veronica

Middle Name: Starr

Last Name: Auer

Age: two hundred and eight thirteen

Appearance: {Georgie Henley}

History: Veronica Auer was born in Austria, a landlocked country in Central Europe to Lenhard and Viveka Auer in 1809. Lenhard, her father, was a faerie and Viveka, her mother, was a muggleborn witch. Although Veronica resembled more a human than faerie, she aged just as slowly, sixteen years slower to be exact. Because of this Veronica grew up having almost no friends at all and if she were to become chummy with anyone it'd only be for a year at the most. But before Veronica knew it, only forty years into her life (which isn't very long for her, only two and a half years), her mother died who was soon followed by her father who was eight hundred and ten years of age (51) and leaving Veronica and orphan.

Veronica was then resoutly taken in by Natalie Androd, her cousin's daughter, who lived in France. Of course Natalie did know about Veronica's abnormality and was fine with having a two and a half baby with the mind of a forty year old mind. Actually it was somewhat convient for Natalie for she did not have to actually take care of Veronica. But soon enough Natalie died aswell of old age and Veronica was handed on to Natalie's granddaughter who currently lived in France. Veronica now resembled a six year old girl who was in reality ninety six. Veronica remained with Natalie's granddaughter for seventy more years until Veronica was then passed on to a Muggle Orphanage in France. There Veronica remained, a secret to everyone, the orphanage thinking there was a severe desease with Veronica which prevented her from ageing normally. It wasn't until her two hundred and and eighth birthday that she was finally located by Beauxbatons.

Personality: Veronica is happy in an almost toxic way, this is because she went almost her entire life with little to no interaction with people and now all of a sudden she's surrounded by people who are like in her, different. Along with being happy she's a very polite person because of her constant change of scenery, just as she was beginning to warm up to someone the died and she was forced to move elsewhere and begin life once again. The only time she became more or less comfortable was at the orphanage, but even then she had a constant stream of change of sceneries, with the employees dying on occasion and the children either not knowing she existed or they were adopted by warm and loving families, something Veronica never really experienced since her Mom and Dad died when she was so young. Another quality of Veronica's is that she's always so get to it, and do it now. This make her a strong leader and an ideal person to map things out. Another reason why she makes a strong leader and an ideal planner is that she is very attentative to details and has very high standards and is a perfectionist in a way.

Along with these good qualities, Veronica has some bad ones. One of them being that she is a very vain person who is self-concious to the extream. She is always concerned with how she looks and what everyone thinks about her. ALong with her vainess, Veronica has a huge sense of humour, and although this is a good trait, some of her jokes can be offensive to some people, bring up embaressing moments they'd like to not have repeated to a group of people.

Sample RP:

w.i.p

[theseus]

First Name: Theseus
Last Name: Rigby
Age: sixteen
Appearance:
History: Theseus would like to say his history is epic, but it's actually quite boring and he doesn't like to admit that. He's all about excitment and getting out in the world to see everything. Not wanting to waste a moment of Earth's beauty. He was born a werewolf since both his parents were foolish enough to get married and try for a kid. Very foolish parents. He's a child of the moon and changes into a vicious beast every full moon. Such a terrible thing to bring a child into a world discovering pain and violence at such young age. But maybe it would've been an advantage too. He didn't have any depression like he probably would've have if he'd been turned into a werewolf at an older and mature age. His parents almost did him a favor. He was used to it by the age of five and it was like it was nothing. His parents didn't understand it too much since they both were bitten in their twenties.

As Theseus grew up in a small town in Ohio, USA, he learned that you cannot trust everybody with your secrets. Being a rare beast and hanging around muggles, poor Theseus had to choose his friends wisely and learned to be a fantastic lier. He had to sicne he had to guard his secret from anybody. But nothing can be kept a secret forever now can they? Theseus was being careless and was cutting it close to when he had to be home before he changed into a werewolf. He didn't make it unfortunatly and when he changed into a violent beast, he hurt five people by scratching their bodies and left them bleeding. That's when they had to move away. The USA wasn't safe anymore and they moved to Europe. His mother grew up in a small town in Greece, so there they moved and tried to start over. Being the only child, Theseus was watched closely and always got the attention of his parents. He'd rather not since he didn't like to be watched all the time. It made him feel trapped.

He grew up running away from his parents since they soon became way over protected of him and kept yelling at him that he needed to be careful. Theseus was anything but that. He wanted to be free and live a life he always dreamed off. So he traveled by broom across the country and he kept track of the days so when he was about to become a werewolf, he would find a safe place to morph and then would keep moving on.

He traveled over Italy and made a couple trips to some ancient places and could just feel the history radiating from the buildings. He was always a sucker for ancient history and myths. He then settled in France and walked around and roamed the beautiful France. He learned the art of a theif since he didn't have a job or money and had even met some people who were just like him. At the age of sixteen ( and it was his birthday too. What a surprise! ) a letter came by owl. The others were frightended by the mere owl, but Theseus being the brave boy he was and curious not to mention, he let the owl rest on his shoulder and took the letter. It was addressed to him and when he opened it, it said he was accepted into a school of magic arts. Theseus shrugged and merely said that it would be the next chapter in his book and accepted the challenge of school and was soon on his way to finding the school.

Personality: Theseus was named after a Greek hero since his parents knew that he was going to be their only son and thought of him to be a hero since he would brave the curse of a werewolf every month for the rest of his life. Being named after a Greek hero gave him some qualities that Theseus liked very much. He was crafty with his hands, creative with his words, strong, and was always considered a brave person. It may not show that he's the strongest person, but it's not neccesarily muscular strength that he holds, it's the stength to do anything he wants. Sure he still has some of the muscular stength too, but his parents see it as something more than that. He's always had the knack of lying his way through things. From the start, Theseus was careful with his friends and had trust issues. Hanging out with muggles that long did that to a person with a not so normal ability. As he grew up to be a teenage, Theseus fought more with his parents and when he ran away he became something of a theif. Bad influences encouraged him, so he became what we call a bad boy.

Really, he's just a simple boy that love history and can be kind. He just needs to get past the trust issues and the theif stage. Tough he may look cute and innocent, his adventureous and curiosity make him seem more than just a cutie pie. When alone, he is calm or reads something about history. It's the only learning thing he likes and thinks the rest is just bogus. He can't sit still long enough for anything else. He is basically constantly moving. If he doesn't, well he might explode. He hasn't sat that still so he hasn't quite figured that out yet.

Some people take him more being impatient, but he's just bouncy and fidgets a lot. His patiences lies deep within him. He almost puts up an act to have people see a certain side of him and let's them judge him whatever way they want. If they like him then cool, maybe they'll see the real him. If the people don't like his facade, then boo hoo. Theseus doesn't really care about who doesn't like him or not. That's their problem. Laid back, adventerous, curious, and a traveler is what he truely is. Even his little fake facade can't cover that up and everybody can see that in him at a first glance.

Sample RP: He was in an alley with his "friends" that he made in France. Paris was a huge city and that was good for Theseus. He felt like he had so many places to visit in this big city and it full filled his need of traveling the world. Bit by bit, he would see the world in his eyes and would remember everything. Early he had gone to see the Effiel Tower and it was huge! He even got to go up the elevator and though his friends didn't like heights too much, Theseus was brave in front of his friends and leaned over the edge and taunted them to look down. All the people had looked so small like he could crush them with his fingers like he used to do with ants when he was younger. Paris was so much better than Greece in his opinion.

For now he was in the alley going through the garabage for some food. It was gross at first, but a person could get used to the smell and gross image after awhile. Theseus braved the garbage and got the best wasted food and split it up between his friends. They would go raid a store later when everything was closed down. Night was the best time anyways since nobody was there and since he was a wizard, he could get away with thing most people couldn't. His "friend" was of the age, so he could use his magic and not get in trouble. He was good to have around.

Once they were done, they began to walk around town. When that go boring the group went back to their hiding spot which was underneath a park. Once they got to the tree ( which was the entrance to their hiding spot ) Theseus turned around to make sure nobody was looking. Instead, an owl was heading towards them and Theseus held his hand up to stop the group from going in just in case this owl was some spy to turn them in and take them back to their home they ran away from.

The owl got closer and closer and when it was near enough for Theseus to see it, he saw a letter was attatched to its leg and a fancy letter was taunting his curiosity. He let the owl rest on his shoulder and took the letter from it. It was addressed to him and Theseus opened the letter. He read it over at least five times. Accepted to a school where they taught magic? He's heard of places like that, but he never imaged that he would accepted into one ever! This was his chance to get far in life and prosper! Leave this ugly life behind and start anew! He liked that idea and left the group without a second glance behind.

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A bit difficult to sort, but all in all he seems to fit Rouerie best.

[phoenixcanlow]

Character Name: Nicolas Phoenix Canlow
Nickname: Phoenix, Phee
Age: 31, soon to be 32
Date of Birth: August 6, 1977
Blood Type: Pureblood
Wand: 14" carved ash; Chimaera scale core
Patronus: Phoenix's patronus takes the form of a Hart (antlered red deer].

History: Phoenix is British. He was born to a family with a long history of service in the Wizengamot, service to the Ministry for Magic, and diplomatic service. His parents fully expected him to pursue a diplomatic career but he surprised them by becoming a member of the Order of the Phoenix and an auror instead. After the second fall of Voldemort, Phoenix transferred from the aurors to work as a Legilimens during the trials held by the Wizengamot. He found the work depressing, though, and when the situation allowed him to do so, he moved into administrative services for the new Minister for Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, eventually becoming Shacklebolt’s personal assistant and chief administrator for the British Wizengamot.

While working for Shacklebolt, Phoenix met Aimee Laurent, the daughter of the French delegate to the International Confederation of Wizards. After a short courtship, they married and set up housekeeping on both sides of the channel, with homes in London, Paris, and Geneva, Switzerland. Together, they became the parents of two daughters, Alix, 7, and Madeleine, 5, who were both born in France.

A little over a year ago, Aimee was violently killed in their London home, along with the child she was pregnant with. With the Death Eaters once again on the rise in England, there is little doubt who is responsible for Aimee’s death, and Phoenix refused to have his daughters at risk. He submitted his resignation to Kingsley Shacklebolt, who refused to accept the resignation and recorded his personal assistant as on an “official leave of absence.” Phoenix took his two little girls home to France to live with their grandfather, and has been there since his wife’s murder. Enough time has passed since his wife’s death now that he is now able to return to public life.

He has accepted an appointment by the French Ministry for Magic to supervise security for Beauxbatons.

Special Skills: Trained auror. Rumored to have served as an espionage agent. Experienced diplomat and politician. Registered Legilimens and Occlumens. Known to have limited psychic abilities (Phoenix cannot predict when he will have a vision, and he must be in physical contact with an object belonging to the person the prediction will be about).
Physical Description Phoenix is slender at six feet and 140 pounds; he has a runner's body, lean and all angles, with long, well-muscled legs and arms. He has a high forehead, deep-set hazel eyes, a strong chin, prominent nose and wide, thin mouth. His hair is dark brown, usually worn quite short, occasionally lightly spiked. He tans easily in the sun.



Personality: Phoenix Canlow is a remote, sometimes arrogant person. He is a demanding supervisor, can be quite snide, and has a cutting, even caustic sense of humor; people go out of their way to avoid being the target of his sarcasm. Point Phoenix in the direction of a problem and he’ll take care of it . . . perhaps not in the way you had in mind, but it will be taken care of.
Phoenix is usually right in his assessments, and he likes being right. He is extremely practical and an excellent manager but a poor "people person" in general. He likes intelligent, interesting people, and while he makes few friends he tends to be very protective of those he does come to like and respect.

[baymn]

First Name:

trayton

Last Name:

dinton

Age:

seventeen

Appearance:

•pb: ed westwick
•height: 177 meters
•weight: 140 lbs.
•build: average
•hair colour: a dark brown that on occasion can pass for black
•eye colour: a deep chocolate brown

History:

•father: marshall dinton; fifty years of age
•mother: clare dinton née anise; forty seven years of age
•older brother: ericsson dinton; twenty eight years of age
•older sister: erika grean née dinton; twenty eight years of age
•younger brother: derik dinton; twelve years of age

Personality:
Sample RP: