Sorting (Term Twelve)

[arebecca]

please ignore this! thanks

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[glamo]

``basics

Full name Axella Delia Xanthis
Age Sixteen
Gender Female
Weight One hundred and twenty pounds
Height Five foot six
Birthday January fifth
Blood Mixed blood; veela and metamorphmagus
Heritage British; French; raised Greek
Patronus Unidentified
Boggart Unidentified

``history

Father Nikodemos Xanthis|Thirty six|Half-blood
Biological Father Jaimie Phee|Forty|Metamorphmagus
Mother Céline Xanthis née Débonait|Thirty four|Half-veela
Siblings None

Almost seventeen years ago Céline Débonait, a blond half-veela witch fell in love. But it was not with Nikodemos Xanthis, the one she married in the end, but with Jaimie Phee, father to her only child. Céline was seventeen and fresh out of Beauxbatons, and not to mention rebellious. Against her parent's wishes she skipped off to a small town in Northern Ireland called BallyClare. She met Jaimie in a café there, you could say it was love of coffee. A week later, Nikodemos, Céline's best-friend, came to Northern Ireland to drag Céline home. Not knowing that Jaimie was a wizard nor knowing that he was a metamorphmagus nor knowing that she was carrying his child. Once Céline knew of her predicament she demanded that Nikodemos allow her to go back to Northern Ireland to tell her one true love that she was carrying his child. Nikodemos allowed her to go, and went along himself. She asked everyone in town if they had seen Jaimie, no one had. Not only heartbroken but very worried about what her parents were going to do to her when they found out, Céline found comfort in Nikodemos who devised a plan, they would tell Céline's parents that the child was his and that they were going to get married soon. And they actually would get married. In the end they actually fell in love.

Axella was born on January fifth 1992 to two loving parents. But from the time that she was born, Axella did resemble her assumed parents. Sure, she showed some resemblance to her mother, but not much. She had neither Céline's curly blond hair nor Nikodemos's straight black hair. Instead she had thick brown hair that although it was straight was hard to keep tame. Her nose was stout and round, coming from where, no one knew. As for Axella's almond shaped sea green eyes, they came from her Mother. Her jawline also evidently came from her mother. But another difference between she and her parents remain: Axella's skin was a creamy color that never burnt had always had this rosie hue about it, her assumed Father Nikodemos had very dark skin while Céline was fair skinned with a yellow tone to it. But to Axella, it didn't matter, Nikodemos and Céline were her Mother and Father and she loved them both dearly.

Axella grew up in Greece where the sun shone brightly everywhere and the landscape could only be described as beautiful. She grew up conversing in mostly Greek and French, seeing how the people who raised her both spoke both Greek and French, and was learning a little English. Simple words like 'Hello', 'Yes' and 'No' were the extent of her English in Axella's early years. Her baby and toddler years were quite average for a wizard family, seeing how both her parents were taught in the magical arts. Céline never went to work after Axella was born, wanting to stay by her all day. As for Nikodemos, he trained as a Auror and once done his training because and Auror for the Ministry of Magic, Greek Branch.

Soon the baby Axella grew into her child years, reaching six. It was now that her parents decided to advance her knowledge of English, seeing how their family could be forced to move anywhere in Europe for Nikodemos now worked for the Ministry of Magic, and his aid could be necessary anywhere. I guess it is a good thing they decided to advance Axella's English because not seven years later the Xanthis family were ordered to move to France. This made Céline happy, because she was going to be in her home Country and because Céline was happy, Nikodemos was happy, he truly loved Céline and even Axella and as for Axella, she was okay with it, not having made many friends in Greece because once she passed seven she developed somewhat of an attitude and although it wasn't very bad, she could be sarcastic and didn't believe in sugar-coating things for people nor did she believe in lying to make someone feel batter, she spoke the truth and nothing but.

It was around this time that Axella discovered that she was a metamorphmagus, only she didn't know what that was seeing how she was only thirteen and still had not had any education in magic since her parents wanted to keep her around them. Of course, she didn't tell her parents about her new discovery and instead closed them off from her life and consuming herself in her hobbies which included mostly visual arts, reading, dramatic arts and the most recently added, dance. You could say that in her early teens Axella was a very creative girl, a common quality among many these days. And although Axella had been home schooled her entire life, she was an intelligent girl who was determined to learn more because her school life was apart of her home life for so long.

But soon her parents because distressed with their daughter's change of attitude and knew that she was hiding something, they'd been the ones who'd raised her since birth, they knew her well and on occasion better than she knew herself. They spent months upon months trying to break her and you could say she was about to crack as her fifteenth birthday loomed on the horizon and then Nikodemos was sent on a mission as an Auror and disappeared, no one knowing what happened to him. Axella was broken and so was Céline. They soon found comfort in one another, preventing them from thinking the worst.

The month after Axella's fifteenth birthday she was beginning to process that Nikodemos, her Father, could possibly be dead and never return home. It was during this same month that she met her Biological Father. He just showed up in Axella's life without warning, which distressed Céline even more than the possible death of her one true love. How Jaimie showed up was quite simple: he knocked on their door. No one knows how he knew it was Céline's house nor did anyone know that he was Jaimie for he confessed to Céline the night he arrived, when Axella was asleep, that he was a metamorphmagus and sure he was Axella's daughter. This of course left Céline with no option but to tell everyone of her lies, including Axella. The brunette took it calmly, but still felt betrayed and her bad personality became considerably worse to the outside world.

The month before Axella's sixteenth birthday, Nikodemos returned. Everyone but Jaimie was pleased with this, Céline especially. But the problem is, there is not enough of Céline and Axella to have been shared between the two and soon controversy sprouted between Céline with Nikodemos against Jaimie who tried to play it innocent, claiming that he had a right to his daughter, whom he had no clue he had until he, himself discovered it. They went to Muggle and Wizard courts and both declared Jaimie the rightful guardian seeing how Céline had kept his daughter secret from him for so long, the judges just overlooking the fact that she had gone back t tell him and he was no where to be seen.

Axella hated living with Jaimie, that much was clear. He wasn't as kind as he first seemed to be and didn't want to spend much time with Axella, normally going out at night and leaving the sixteen year old girl alone at home with nothing. During the time that he was out Axella tried to find something that she could present to the court that could prove that Jaimie should not be her parent with custody. And she did find something: for the year that Nikodemos had disappeared he's actually been kidnapped by Jaimie. But before Axella could tell anyone she was whisked off to Beauxbatons with not even a word put in.

``personality

As stated above, Axella doesn't have a really good personality. She is a very pessimistic person, always looking at the dark side of situations. This could be both a good and a bad quality, because looking at the negatives in a situation could also make the positive parts, the more important parts, clearer and not only that, but make things look better as a whole after considering what's wrong. But then again this makes her a very morbid person who is always expecting the worst of people and believes she knows the world for what it is, somewhere where we're just buying our time until we die. To her life is pointless because if everyone dies would someone really be missed? And could we miss what we never had? As you can tell along with being very pessimistic, she a grand thinker, a philosopher in the making, possible the next Plato. Because of this she can easily find hidden meanings behind things and understand them to their fullest. This is a trait that makes her somewhat intelligent and also drives her enthusiasm for learning. Along with these two traits Axella is a very moody person and although she likes to be social and have friends, she on occasion can be depressing to be around and to some people a "downer". But then again in just a single mood swing she can become happy and even crack a few jokes.

Another personality trait of Axella's is her capability of surviving without depending on someone, she a independant type of girl who doesn't need someone's support on how she looks, feels and such. But to contradict this trait, she's likes working in groups of people because she feels more secure with more people working on one thing. Axella likes to feel secure and stable which should come as a sureprise considering her current situation at home with her Mother, Father and Bio. Father.

Axella isn't a strong believe in lies, in fact she hates them and almost always only tells the truth. Another reason for this is because she can't keep a straight face while lying. She also doesn't think that a lie should be used to comfort someone, they should be told the truth and if they don't like it, it's just too bad for them because eight out of ten situations, the situation is the person's own fault, a fault they have to live with and should have to have someone consolodate them. This basically means she doesn't like to sugar coat her words so they appear to be a donut or some other unhealthy treat.

This may not be a personality trait, but it should most definatly be mentioned: Axella is a health freak. It's a part of who she is. Not only is she obsessed with her health and the health of her peers, but she's a vegan one, refusing to eat something that could've potentially have had a life or had once had a life. She goes for daily runs and this results in her being in good shape but severly underweight and skinny.

``sample

Axella Delia Xanthis currently sat in a carriage, her feet propped up across from her and her hand resting, interlaced, on her stomache. Her thick brown hair was left down, but a thick black hair eleastic could be spotted on her left wrist. She was breathing deeply, her sea green eyes resting on her rising and then deflating stomache which was currently covered by a green tanktop that flowed out from under her chest where it was tied at the back. As for her legs she wore a pair of simple capris pants that were four or so inches away from the knee and where of a black jean fabric. Axella suddenly gripped her shirt, her knuckles turning a snowy white as the flying carriage that she was currently sitting in alone lurched. You could say she didn't particulairly enjoy being in the air, hence the reason why she did not pick up the sport of Quidditch in her younger years. "Mon Dieu," (My god) she mumbled as she let her grip on her shirt go. "Jaimie est un vrai monstre." (Jaimie is a real monster) Jaimie. Just the name of the man put vile in her mouth. Acting all innocent, like he was the one being targetted by Axella's parents when in fact it was the other way around. Noticing she was once again gripping her shirt with much force, she slackened her grip and closed her eyes and tried to calm her breathing once again. Now, because of Jaimie, she hadn't she her Mother, Céline or her Father, Nikodemos, for over two months and not only that, she was being sent off to a school because she discovered some important piece of information that could have Jaimie thrown into jail, or preferable Azkaban, even though it wasn't half the jail it was when it had the dementors, it was still a terrible place to be.

Placing her feet on the floor, Axella stood up and reached up with ease to pull her trunk down from it's location above. Once it was on the gorwned she opened it to reveal cothing, books, shoes, a toiletry bag, a make-up bag aswell as anything she would need this term. The top layer consisted of mostly books with their spines facing upwards. Running her hand along them, feeling the words written on them, she searched for a book to read. Axella finally settled on her beat up copy of Les Misérables by Victor Hugo. In the year 1815... Axella read in English. Although she preferred reading in French than English and Greek, her Bio. Father, Jaimie, had refused to allow her to bring most of her French books from her Mother's house to his when she moved and therefor she did not have many of her French books and none of her books written in Greek. Continueing the story, her eyes read over the page, all thoughts of Jaimie drained from her mind.

Must be Rouerie

[tylorr]

First Name: Tylorr
Last Name: Kane
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:



History:

Centuries ago, there was one man. Well, you couldn't really call him a man. He was part wolf, but in his opinion, part beast. He feared and despised himself, nearly wishing to kill himself before he unintentionally hurt another being. Sebastian Kane was a man of pride, honor, and dignity but that went 'down the drain' after he was bitten.. by a werewolf. The poison of the beast transformed this once a man into the monster he had always loathed to no end. He hid within the shadows, hiding from those he knew and loved. He hid himself away from the world, attempting to get rid of that side of him that was so dangerous.

It wasn't until he had aged internally to an immense amount that he finally brought himself into the daylight one day. His ragged beard and overgrown hair gave the public the wrong idea as he stumbled through town, anxious to get to the place he had once called home. However, when walked up the steps of his so called 'home', there was something different. The building had a different aura to it, one that he was sure that was bad. A single knock on the door before it opened made it seem as if he was expected. Staring into the eyes of the woman he had loved before leaving, he couldn't help but smile before he saw her glare. Obviously, she wasn't as glad to see him as he was to see her. Frowning ever so slightly, he had asked her what the matter was. Just then, a man appeared behind her, his arms immediately going around her waist. Sebastian's heart broke just then, sending shards of pain throughout his entire body.

That was only the beginning of the Kane family. Sebastian had staggered away and eventually, settled with a woman who was 'okay' and never truly loved. But, as generations moved on, the werewolf blood continued to flow between the males and even some females. The catch? Every other generation would recieve the qualities. And as life went on, one single boy was born. One that was more unique than the rest. Tylorr was born to Mark and Precious Kane; the most recent child of the werewolf bloodline from the family of Kane's. This boy, which was held in the arms of his mother, sparkled up at her, showing his wit and intelligence clearly. She beamed down upon her lovely bundle of heaven that she was more than proud of. They couldn't quite place their finger on what exactly it was that made their boy so special, but the surely hoped it was something pretty great.

As Tylorr began to grow, he gained his skills quickly, almost seeming as if he was a child prodigy. However, he refused all offers to become acclerated or advanced in anything during his public-schooling ages. He did not want to be known as the 'smart kid' and be made fun of by other kids. This kid was extremely self-consious and more than shy... it was like as if he was afraid of others instead of embracing them with friendliness and smiles. His childhood was like any other's as well as how he was brought up. Except when he recieved a letter in the mail one day. It was to an academy in France.. Beauxbatons. Immediately, he ran to his mother and father to show them and ask their opinions. They smiled and nodded, knowing that he would belong there instead of with muggles. Especially since Tylorr was sure to hit puberty soon enough, causing the transformation to occur sooner rather than later.

Personality:

Tylorr isn't like other kids his age. Most students his age prefer to think about how they look, their status, their friends, and so on. But, this one boy, well, he likes solitary moments and informative books. He rarely fixes his hair, thinks about what he's wearing, and doesn't have any friends to think about. Such a loner he is, but he likes it that way. His parents never pushed him to become friends with the neighborhood kids and he didn't blame them. Most of them were into getting into trouble, and so on. That just wasn't Tylorr's style. He never had a curfew back home, because he never went out. He was such a 'good kid' that everyone in his family was 'so proud of him'. But, why could they be proud about? Tylorr'd never made any real achievements in fear of outshining other people. He didn't care too much for the spotlight, attention, etc that most craved for.

This kid may be beyond intelligent when it comes to information, but when it comes to understanding people and the human acts, he becomes lost in this wide world. Often times, you can find him fidgeting about, pacing, or even talking to himself. He's mysterious yet predictable because he finds everything and everyone intriuging. Not to mention, he has this obsession where he needs to study other's behaviors and learn them. He will not be satisfied until his curiousity is quenched with the knowledge that he so needs. You know how humans need food to survive? That's what information is to Tylorr. Without the unknown world and everything that's contained within it, he'd be nothing. Much to his dislike, he depends on writers and authors that've written books in the past just to learn about the future.

Sample RP:

Hoodie pulled over his head, Tylorr shoved his hands into the front pocket. Fiddling a tad with the wand that was located there, he tried to think about what there was beyond the universe. The rain poured heavily down onto the streets and sidewalks, creating the dark night to be even gloomier. It was one of those nights where his insomnia would kick in and he wasn't able to sleep. And this usually leads to mindless wanderings outside, roaming areas that he's never been before. And yes, he'd like to unlock that information that he knows he has in his mind about life, but it just wasn't that easy. Life, in general, was far too confusing to even know.. but, Tylorr had this theory about how everyone's born with the information of the world in their brain.. Like, as if it was programmed there. But, when you become able to think, it becomes locked away because you push it away, attempting to forget it until you need to remember it. Now, this theory isn't foolproof, but it was one that he thought about often.

Tylorr always considered himself to be alone in this world. The only one who could actually comprehend these types of things. Of course, there were others that most likely believed the same thing, but he rarely thought of that. Sometimes, and even most of the time, he would feel as if he was the only being on the planet that knew a lick of sense about the real world. As his strut slowed a bit, he neared an open diner. It was around midnight and places were never open, but this one was. Hearing the jingle of the door on his way inside, he was grateful for the sudden warmth that seeped through his clothing. He sent a generous smile to the person behind the counter and took a seat at an empty booth. There was only one other customer and a waiter.. but he also guessed there was a cook somewhere out back. Clasping his pearly white hands together, he mumbled an order to the waitress that had stepped over to him to ask him what he wanted. Coffee with extra sugar.

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Must be Rouerie

[bryon]

` first name;

Sylver

` middle name;

Bridget

` last name;

Daniels

` age;

17 303

` appearance;

` history;

Geoffrey Daniels was a wealthy man, born into all of his fortune. On the other hand, Maria Neelson was a poor immigrant that had escaped from a slave life in Germany. She escaped just into the border line of Italy, her freedom finally confirmed. Happy not to be a slave, she was happier than she thought she could ever be when she landed in the soils of the Daniels' suburban home. Geoffrey saw her, and it was love at first sight. Little did he know, he was in deep trouble when they got married and were starting a family. She was a vampire, forced into slavery by the people of her country.


On a sunnier day than was expected, Sylver Bridget Daniels was born. The day of December Eighteenth. She was much loved, and much wanted, even needed. She was born half vampire. The nannies went on forever, but Geoffrey Daniels and Maria Daniels were willing to do anything for their beautiful baby. It was 1723, and times in Italy were very hard. But not for the three-person family of the Daniels. They were richer than some of the government's officers, and lots of people would kill for their fortune. Kill to be the heir.

On the day of February Sixteenth, 1728, the Daniels' home was burnt by the inhabitants of the small town, for their money. Eternal life was what they wanted, so Geoffrey Daniels was turned into a vampire, and the family faked their deaths, escaping into the nearby lands of France, a much better-off country. The two parents were full vampires, but the girl was still aging, for she was only half vampire. She was even aging faster than humans. So, she was bitten by her parents numerous times, making her eternally seventeen.

` personality;

Sylver is very unique. She likes being different from other people, and not being a carbon copy made to fit everyone else's needs instead of her own. The only person she tries to please is herself, and occasionally her friends. But only her best friends.

She's actually pretty sadistic, but only because she's suffered for two hundred years, and loves to see other people suffer instead of her. She doesn't really give a thought to the fact that what she does actually hurts them, and doesn't just quench her needs. She loves seeing her food - yes, she eats humans - suffer, and she loves eating people instead of animals, but she does eat animals, occasionally.

She's also pretty egotistical, and thinks the world revolves around her and only her, sometimes. She's not too much self-centered, but she is self-centered.

Along with those traits, she's very proud and arrogant sometimes, making her seem very mean, but she's actually very nice. She can bite your head off if you get on her bad side, literally.

` sample rp;

Just standing in the presence of a human made Sylver lick her lips with thirst. Even when she was a ways away from a human being, she still had that dry feeling in her throat, making her just want to scratch it like there was no tomorrow. But, obviously, that would be a bit too noticeable to the human eye. To the untrained eye, she was just a regular person, but at the school she was going to at this very moment, there would be tons more of her kind, along with veela, and other bloods that had accelerated senses and quality vision. Though she would look like a normal wizard, she was quite obviously a vampire.

Sliding oh so gracefully into the seat of the train leading to the school called Beauxbatons. It was located in France, the place that Sylver happened to call home. People came from all over the world to come to this school, though there was a school in the near country of Britain, called Hogwarts. It was obvious why people from Asia and France would come here, but from the United States? They had their own school, anyhow. There was no telling why someone would build two wizarding schools so close together, and none in four continents of the world.

As she waited for the train to arrive at the school, she read the book that she had started a few weeks ago, and she was in about the middle of the junior novel, even though it wasn't exactly for "junior"s. It was a very advanced book, filled with words that most seventeen-year-olds wouldn't have a clue as to what they meant. But, she was over two hundred years old, and she was surely aware of what the difficult words definitions were.

Arriving at the school, Sylver went to her assigned dorm, but only after she was sorted into the house that the sorting cloak thought best for her.

` other characters;

andree joie dubois; cossu
jessica caroline whitman; cossu.
jacqui delancy; ancient runs proffesor.
bethany dumonica; rouerie accountant.

Must be Sournois

[mawh]

First Name: Hayley
Last Name: Solstice
Age: Forever 16
Appearance:

Hayley has the appearance of a little angel girl. Her hair is a pale, natural blonde, which is long with natural waves. Her eyes are a clear, sky blue, that her regular human friends had always envied. They will occasionally change colors, they go from black, to red, to violet. She has her own natural beauty, but covers it with make-up. Her image is of complete innocence.

She is a rather pale person, with smooth skin. She has barely any freckles, but people barely notice the few she has. Her face has still quite a bit of child roundness, despite the fact she has rounded curves.

History: On July 27th, 1875, Elizabeth Solstice gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Frederick, her father, was overjoyed and filled with pride, despite fact he had wanted a son to be the first born in his family. She was in an abnormally rich family, so everyone in the small town in northern Maine. Her life seemed like a total fantasy, she was spoiled to death. Then, her life changed. It was a day she would never forget. On September 3rd, 1889, Hayley was running an errand for her mother. It had gotten dark faster than she had expected it to. She walked home, and had the urge to ring for her father to escort her. Something about that night had a very eerie fill to it.

Frightened half way to death, she rushed home. She was in such a hurry that she tumbled over a crack on the sidewalk, and fell. Before she had been able to even hit the ground, freezing hands caught her. She stood up to thank the stranger, but seeing his face made her eyes wander. She wanted to get away as fast as she could. That night, she was dragged into the darkest alley in her town, a place no one ever went down without many others. She learned later on that it had been a vampire. He bit her, and covered her mouth so she couldn’t scream.

The vampire, Peter, stole her away from her whole life at a rather young age. He changed her, for his own greedy reasons. He had been holding a secret crush on her. When Hayley learned, she was flattered at first, but then angry. She ended up killing Peter out of pure anger and hatred. For years she traveled on her own, and then came across a vampire. The female vampire, Mary, taught her to feed off of animals, and spare the innocence. She had an extremely difficult time once she was alone again, but managed the best she could. Soon, she had enough control to come back in public.

She realized how much time had passed when she had been alone. It was 1936 by then. She managed to not kill people after then, and her control has gone uphill ever since. She has managed to stay in public, permanently, without drawing attention to herself.

Personality: Hayley comes across as tough, and a total tomboy at first. She often will act rude to people she doesn’t know well, and acts much tougher than she really is. At first, one would assume she isn’t scared of anything, and would stereotype her as a classic tomboy, and loves to spread rumors. Though, she is the exact opposite.

If you take the time to get to know her, she is very kind. She’s one of the sweetest girls you can meet. She cares for her close friends, though could truly careless for most others, unless they are close friends of her true friends. She can be extremely trustworthy, but sometimes slips up part of a secret. She never does tell the rest though, which is a very good thing. Part of the thing that keeps her calm and trustworthy, is her music.

Music is like her life. She is extremely talented with most instruments she tries to play. Though, she never could get the drums right. She can play the piano, clarinet, flute, saxophone, oboe, and any type of guitar like she was born to play them. Pretty much any other instrument, she either hasn’t tried or can’t play it for her life. Her music taste varies, she listens to most. It depends on her mood that day, some days she’ll be listening to happy love songs, and others she will be listening to angry rock songs.

Despite her sweetness and love for music, her temper is a problem. She can be considered bipolar. For example, one minute she can be laughing about a joke, and one single comment can cause the person to be held up against the wall by their throat. You do not want to make Hayley mad. Her temper is her weakness, and always has been. She can hold a grudge for a long time, though not forever. After a while, she will listen to someone, or read something, and then go up to the person apologizing. She hates apologizing, but she does know when she does wrong. She doesn’t truthfully want to correct it face-to-face, but knows it has to be done eventually. Many people consider her a pessimist, even though it isn't always true.

Sample RP: “Now I will tell you what I’ve done for you, 50,000 tears I’ve cried. Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you. And you still won’t hear me!” Hayley laid on her bed, singing along with one of her favorite songs, Going Under by Evanescence. Ever since she had heard of the band, she’d fallen in love with it. She was so glad she and the lead singer had the same name. She stopped the music on her iPod; sometime humans did make useful items, and pulled the small plastic earphones out of her ears. Her blue eyes glanced over at the clock. She needed to get ready, after moving over to France, she had been accepted into Beauxbatons.

The blonde stood up, and went to her closet. She had packed all of the clothes away, except for her favorite outfit. It was hanging perfectly motionless, surrounded by emptiness. She changed out of her shorts and tank top, and slid into gray skinny jeans, a navy tee shirt, with a cropped black jacket over it. She squeezed her necklace, the only physical memory of her human life. It had a thin gold chain, and on the end there was a single black jewel. Hayley desperately wanted just to sink to the floor, and cry for hours. She took a deep breath, and calmed herself. She had to be strong with this stuff. The whole ‘everyone in my family is dead except for me because I’m a vampire’ subject was sensitive for her.

Her long, pale fingers combed through her pale hair. She picked up her two bags, slinging one over her shoulder, and gripping another in her hand. She looked around her small cabin, it was spotlessly clean. Hayley closed her eyes, and released her tense muscles. Inhaling deeply, she put the scent of her fairly new home in her mind. She would know whenever she came back if anyone had come in her house when she was gone. It was a cloudy day, which she was grateful for. She opened her door, slid outside, and shut it. She locked the door, and mentally prepared herself for what she was about to do.

Something tells me it must be Sournois!

[tiffanyryan]

First Name: Faina
Last Name: Kozlov
Age: 16
Appearance:
History:
Faina was born on July 11th in a Russian village called Volkvia. Her mom was veela and her dad was a wizard which makes Faina half blood. She lived in her village when she was a small child. She learned to be proud of her country and where she came from. But when she was small, the girls in her village were jealous of her because she was adorable and all the boys were head over heels for her. THe girls would try to make Faina's life as miserable as possible but she tries not to let that bug her when she was younger.

When she was 7, her little sister was born. Faina loved her sister but doubt that she'll be close to her sister because of the 7 year difference. Sadly, her sister doesn't get to share the same joys as Faina because at the age of 10, Faina's family moved to France. Faina had to learn french and go to a muggle school for a bit to learn the language and she hated it. She thought the girls were rude but they weren't much different than the girls from her village. The boys were sweet to her at school though. She loved it but before Faina knew it, her parents had shipped Faina and her sister back to the village to live with their aunt because Faina powers were starting to emerge and gotten her family in trouble.

When Faina was 11, she got her accept letter to the Russian Wizard and Witchcraft School. She met a lot of boys there but like her village, the girls were jealous of her blossoming beauty. She made wonderful friends but sadly her parents wanted Faina to transfer to Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardy because they wanted her to be closer to home again. Her parents missed Faina and her little sister and regret sending them to live with their aunt. So she had to transfer schools and misses her village in Russian.

Personality:
Faina is a sweetheart but is trying to relearn her french. She is a very caring individual and can be quite compassionate. She can come off as being a bit conceited because she knows she's gorgeous. She tries not to flaunt it though. Faina is very adventurous and love to experiance new places or food. When she has a goal, she is determine to achieve her goal no matter how long it will take her.

She's a happy sort and love to have fun and party occasionally. Faine is quite a romantic and love a guy who's a gentlemen and would treat her with respect. She is very smart when she wants to be but she is laid back when it comes to work. Faina doesn't like to stress and if a project or homework is stressing her, then she will put it away and do something else. She might get back to whatever she was stressing over but not always. Faina loves to help others and she love animals. Faina would sit outside for hours just to look at animals or take pictures of them.

Sample RP:

Faina bit her lip as she walked around the lake. She stared at the bottomless lake as she grabbed a small pebble then threw it. A small splash was made as she watched the gravel fall softly into the bottomless lake. She couldn't see the bottom but that only made her curious. She always wanted to swim in the lake but she never learned how to swim. Faina would've loved to see what creatures lay beneath the surface of the water. The sun was baking against her dark skin. Faina ran her hand through her soothing, copper hair. She took a deep breath as thoughts ran through her mind.

Perhaps the girls at Beauxbatons wouldn't hate her. Every school she had been to, they hated her because they were jealous of her appearance. Faina had no idea what's in store for her. Maybe she will fall in love with a boy, but she doubt it. She didn't know what french boys were like, or any European boy was like. She laid down on the sharp grass and felt the keen edge of the grass.

Faina woud have to be 1/4 veela. True veelas are creatures, and can kill a man if they're with him. She cant be half, and therefore can only be 1/4

Must be Sournois

[elodiemichaux]

First Name: Élodie

Last Name: Michaux

Age: 16

Appearance:
Élodie has naturally blonde hair, dyed dark brown (shh, don't tell anyone), and entirely unremarkable green eyes. Her wavy hair, which refuses to remain straight, falls halfway down her shoulder blades and won't seem to grow any longer no matter how many potions she tries. She has skin which she considers far too pale because "it never tans; it just burns." She's almost 5'6", but would like to be taller because she's expected to be.
She's grateful she didin't get the freckles her older sisters ended up with and for the fact that the pale blue of the Beauxbatons uniform doesn't make her skin look any milkier.
She has a closet full of jeans she's forced to neglect in favour of "clothing more befitting of a lady," and she takes every opportunity she can to transform her Beauxbatons hat into something less wavy because it's current shape ruffles her hair.


History:
Her parents, Antoine and Marianne are both from pure-blood families. They met at a cocktail party hosted by an acquaintance and immediately discovered a mutual disdain for all things muggle. They were married 2 years later, only after the union was approved by both families.Their union is defined by the will to continue a strong, pure bloodline.
18 months later, their eldest daughters, twins Clémentine and Aurélie, were born, followed 2 1/2 years later by Élodie. Antoine and Marianne have always been cold toward their children, believing that it is bests to raise them with a firm hand. Seven years after Élodie was born, in an attempt to have a son, they had their fourth daughter, Anaïs.
The children were raised on an estate outside a small seaside town in the south of France.
Élodie was surprised when she was accepted into Beauxbatons because her marks in school hadn't been very impressive. She suspects that her father and his money had something to do with it.

Personality:
She comes off cold, heartless and mean to people she doesn't know or doesn't like; she would rather say nothing than engage in small talk with people she considers to be beneath her.When she's around her true friends and people she trusts, however, she is surprisingly girly and lighthearted. She is a fierce friend and will do almost anything for the people she really cares about.
She is quite insecure and constantly worried about disappointing her parents.
Her parents expect her to make good marks and achieve great things, because "Michaux do not fail."
She is incredibly competitive when it comes to her older sisters, who have always been better than her at everything.
She pretends to dislike her younger sister, because she "has a reputation to uphold," but she really has a soft spot for the child.
She generally makes good marks now, but doesn't seem to have the patience for subjects like potions.

Sample RP:
She's running late. Really late, she decides after a quick glance at her watch.
The halls are almost completely deserted, save for a small group of first years who have gotten lost.
When they scurry past, she'll trip them, she thinks. Just to teach the new kids who's boss.
When they move past her, however, they flank the wall on the opposite side of the corridor, giving her a wide berth. They already know to avoid her. Perhaps they've been told by older kids. Perhaps she's tripped them before.
Once they've turned the corner, the only sound in the corridor is the tap-tap-tap of her shoes on the stones.
She's definitely very late by now, but she can't run; Michaux never give away the fact that they're flustered.
She flings the classroom door open and it hits the inside wall with a loud bang.
She strides straight to her chair and sits down without looking twice at her professor; Michaux never apologise for anything.

Must be Sournois

[verisblack]

First name: Veris

Last name: Blackrose

Age: 13

Appearance: Veris has long curly turquoise hair. It flows to about halfway down her back. She has cold hard dark blue eyes and long eyelashes. She has pale pale skin and her lips are a light blue as if frozen. She looks as if painted in a picture. Veris's style is dark and cold. Picture-http://th03.deviantart.com/fs29/300W/f/2008/049/7/2/Blue_Girl_by_neriassonne.jpg

History: Veris was born to Wizard Hevelan Blackrose and Witch Opal Ironat Blackrose on April 28th, 1995. She was born a normal witch baby and was living a happy life until six years after she was born. Death Eaters appeared on her family's doorstep and killed her parents in an instant. The Death Eaters decided to torture the child instead of killing it. They shot spells and curses at Veris, but then one Death Eater shot blue flames at the girl. Instead of crying out in pain, Veris absorbed the magic and shot blue flames out of her hands. Moments later, the Death Eaters were dead along with her parents. No one ever found out why Veris absorbed the flames instead of reacting to the magic, but they know the flames changed her. Anyone who knew Veris before the Death Eaters arrived knew a sweet young girl with brown hair and eyes with pink lips and a wonderful laugh. Then everything changed. Her appearance became icy blue and her attitude became dark and sinister. Veris was sent to a boarding school after the accident and she lived there since.

Personality: Veris is very smart, though she doesn't brag about it. She seems dark and mean on the outside, but she only trying to protect people. If Veris becomes happy or excited, fire starts to leak out of her fingers. If it continues, Veris could destroy
everything in her path. She feels like every time someone gets hurt or injured or even dies, it's her fault. Veris uses her fire to make burnt paintings. These paintings are made when Veris lets the fire roam on a canvas. Figures and scenes are drawn out of the crisp burnt lines on the canvas. Veris never chooses what she's drawing. Her mood is expressed on the canvas by what she is painting. If the picture is dark and sinister, Veris is sad, scared, or angry. If it is bright and playful, Veris is happy or excited. She calls the paintings Burnts.

Sample RP:
Veris lay on her bed fingering her new Burnt. It showed a man and woman cradling a newborn baby. Sighing, she tossed it behind her bed. Veris missed her parents badly.
Suddenly there was a slow knock on the door.
"Enter." Veris said darkly.
A small girl entered. She was a blonde and had freckles covering her entire nose. The pale green eyes would have scared anyone else, but Veris knew who she was dealing with. This was Ally May Dirus. A silly 6 or 7-year old. "A...a letter for... for Miss Veris Blackrose." Ally stammered apparently out of breath.
Yippee, Veris thought. Probably just another note saying she had missed a day of school, blah, blah, blah. That stupid school didn't work for her. She knew all the answers and the teachers ate out of her hand, but she didn't fit in. Veris had been looking for a new school ever since last month. She'd been faking a dreadful illness since then. Veris couldn't believe it when Mrs. Fox fell for it!
Veris stared at Ally. "Are you going to give the letter to me or what?" She asked in an undertone, eying the girl suspiciously.
Ally grew pale. "Here." She mumbled and handed Veris the letter. Then Ally ran out the door.
Veris frowned. She didn't mean to scare the children or act rude. She just didn't want to be around people in case of an... an accident. Veris read the address on the envelope.

Miss Veris Blackrose
Golden Home Boarding School
Dorm 154
Smallest Bed

She stared at the curvy, beautiful writing. That didn't look like a school notice nor did it sound like it. Excited, Veris ripped open the envelope. Inside it stated:

Dear Miss Veris Blackrose.
We would like to inform you that you have been chosen to attend Beaubaxtons Academy of Magic........

Please change your display name so it shows two seperate names

[blane]

First Name:Blane
Last Name: Owens
Age: 18 years old
Appearance: i61.photobucket.com/albums/h45/niknakralph/Joe_03.jpg
History: Blane Cannot tell you much of anything, seeing he had lost all of hos past memories in the accident he had at age 14 years old. All he knows, is that his body morphs into a beast like creature, and he id extremely strong. He knows his parents died in the crash, and he was sent away to his Aunt whom sent him to this school. Another reason why he does not like speaking with others.


Personality: He keeps to himself alot, but id very smart. He does as he is told, and if he happens to see somthing wrong being done, he will try to stop it. He likes to sing and play his guitar, but never infront of people in fear they may not like it. He is sweet, and Kind and likes making other people feel good about themself when they are down. He doesnt have many friends, or any at all. He waits for people to speak with him, not the other way around.


Sample RP: He walked into the room, His face held no emotion, but he knew what he felt deep inside. He looked around for an empty seat, his eyes roaming around trying to spot one away from the others in class. He didnt want to be around anyone. He didnt want to be spoken to, Looked at, or even thought of. No, not today. He found a seat on the far corner of the room, and sauntered his way over, his hands jammed into his jean pockets. As he sat, he laid his head down on the cool table, waiting for the annoying late bell to sound off. He waited for only a few moments when the high shrill echoed threw the halls.

As class went on, he tried to keep his mind on what the teacher was talking about, Seeing he had to do very well on the quiz comeing up, but his eye's kept drifting over to her small, and beautiful frame. She was amazing. Her pale blue eyes looked over at him, and there eye's locked for a moment. He smiled, a little red in the face, seeing he was spotted. -Oh, she probably thinks im a freak.- He thought to himself as he looked down on his paper now, looking over the small black print.

HIM not knowing his past is not an excuse for the writer to not know his past. Please explain what happened to him since birth and what sort of accident, etc. Lost memories is not a free pass.

[ariellasylvia]

First Name;

Ariella

Middle Name;

Sylvia

Last Name;

Bristow

Age;

Fifteen

Appearance;

Ariella stands at a mere 5'4 and has a petite, slender figure and although it has disadvantages being shorter, she is comfortable with herself. She has always had a pale complextion, even in the summer months and you can tell she got it from her mother, who is almost translucent.

History;

Ariella was born April 4th, 1994 in Rosenheim, Germany, which is a smaller city located southeast of Munich. Although her mother is german, her father was born in France which gave her the advantage of not only being fluent in german but french as well. Her parents had met in Paris, France originally and had decided to settle in Germany since they both were able to get employment there. Both of her parents are non-magical although they have memebers in their families that were. So, She was technically 'muggle-born' but her parents accepted her abilities with ease after growing up with it already.

She considered her life typical and average until she reached the age of eleven, when her abilities began showing. Her parents let her grandmother explain to her, knowing she could help her understand. Due to that, she has a strong bond with her when it comes to the 'touchy subject' of magic. Since Ariella was the only child, something she often enjoys, with working parents, she spent most time alone. The fact of having normal, non-magical friends scared her, it wasn't them, it was her.

After several incidents of loosing control, she stopped having friends over thinking if something happened what they would think of her and the rules her grandmother had explained.
Instead, Ariella spent her afternoons after school with her mother who worked with many buisnessmen from around the world. Through the next two years she spent with her mother afterschool was when she added English to her list of languages.

Personality;

Despite her choosen isolation as a child, Ariella didn't become all that shy just more reserved when it came to opening herself up to others. She's outspoken and quick-witted, never sitting back and planning things out, more of a living in the moment type of girl. Although she was spoiled, being an only child, she never let it get to her head, always keeping her original, down-to-earth personality.

Music, photography and the way she dresses are ways she expresses herself the best, never very good at drawing. Singing isn't her best suit either, instead she plays the accoustic guitar and piano. She's never tried writing her own songs, with her limit of self-doubt she's always possesed. Her clothes normally consist of a bohemian or edgy type of look, with lots of accessories. Although, she never was one to put much makeup on and preferred a more natural look.

She is more of a open book, always open to try new things and doesn't have many fears. Unless you count her fear of heights and snakes, although her main fear is growing old and dying. It's something she has always dreaded and tries to avoid the subject completely in her thoughts.

Ari has always been a clumsy person, tripping is something she has grow acustomed too and she'll laugh it off usually. A few of her pet-peevs include being late, it's not like she can't arrive a few minutes late but she's never one to linger in the hallways. She's not one to have a bad attitude although she doesn't have patience and occasionally will pick a fight with someone if she's upset over something else. She can't hold a grudge very well, however, so fights with family or friends are short-lived.

Sample Rp;

Ariella hovered over her long, rectangular shaped suitcase, it was hard-cased and brand new. She had never traveled much and didn't have any travel bags of adequate size for the time she would be spending at Beauxbatons. Thus, her parents had taken it upon themselves to buy her one and claim it as a 'going away' present. Even though it would only be a couple months as she looked at it in her eyes, for her parents it would be a whole year away from their 'little girl'.

The suitcase had now been generously filled with articles of clothing, necessary books for classes she would be taking and a few 'special' items, such as her jewlery. She had argued with her parents about taking the guitar and in the end had granted her the permission to take it, as long as it returned in the same condition. She couldn't disagree with their caution though, she knew her clutzy nature and would be keeping it in it's case unless in use.

"Ariella, Are you packed?" her father called up from the bottom of the staircase.

Instead of bothering to stand up and walk out of her room, she just called back a simple, "Yeah, I'm packed, Dad".

Which seemed enough for him, when she heard his footsteps walking back towards the kitchen. She figured it was probably her mother's decision to ask but had put her father up to it.
Although, she wasn't going to complain about her mother, it was just her natural instinct to double-check everything.

She sighed, as she stood up and walked over to the small table near her beside, where she had placed the envelope with her acceptance letter inside. She picked it up in her pale hand and walked back towards her suitcase, bending over to place it ontop of all her things packed inside. She straightened herself back up after closing the top and locking it shut.

Must be Cossu

[drewmister]

Name: Luna Faye

Age: 13

Appearance: dark brown hair to her sholders, tan skin, dark brown eyes, 4'7 she was a scar on her face from where a roge horse stepped on her face its a larg hoof print on her left check. images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Mandy-Moore-mandy-moore-55390_897_1242.jpg

History: Luna was a orphan from birth her father died during a dule with a nother wizard. Her mother died giving birth. She lives in a big maner with her house-elf Binkie. Binkie was her best friend and her care giver. She lives with her Aunt Maria and her uncle Luce They are her father's bother and his wife. Luna was an only child and didn't mined. She never mindded not having a mom and dad.

Personality: Brave when it comes to pertecting others, She is very smart, kind, gental as a lamb. She hates to fight unless she has no choise.

Sample RP: Luna was out in the garden with her house-elf Binkie they were talking. Binkie was glad she got to be Luna's best friend. Luna was nervice about going to school. But her Uncle anbd aunt though it was time to go. She was scard and hopped she would make friends. "I hope Beauxbatons is as grate was they say. They say it is a place." Luna said. "Miss need not worry. Binkie will help miss out when she needs it." Binkie said. "Thank you Binkie." Luna said smiling. She had a feeling she will love it there.

Change your display name to fit the name you have given, and please lengthen your history and personality.

[kabriel lilly]

First Name: Kabriel

Last Name: Lilly

Age: 15

Appearance:
click me, i'm so cuddly <3

History: Born in a small town just south of Marseilles, Kabes has always been thought of as the casual, goofy, intelligent girl-next-door to her friends and family. She was quirky with a slight mess of sarcasm and she was extremely friendly. If Kabriel could be one thing, it was outgoing. So, she was raised on her family's farm, she loved horses and geese, but she adored the water. Kabriel has always been a water baby and will always remain one. She's the youngest of five children, all of whom are boys. The oldest of her siblings lives somewhere in Spain, the next lives in Paris and the other two are in Britain working for the English Ministry for Magic. Kabriel has always been interested in being a mediwizard when she grew up so she immediately took a liking to it as a young girl. She would join her parents, both were pure blood (her mother was a quarter veela, making her one-eighth veela) and they were both non-practicing wizards and enjoyed approaching natural things like birth and feeding the way muggles did - they lived in a town were wizards were scarce and would maybe come flying through every now and then so Kabriel was kind of alone when it came to fellow witches with whom she could talk to.

She became best friends with a few girls in the village and together they had enrolled in a boarding school in Paris. Well, the girls all thought Kabriel had applied there. It was only the summer before she left for Beauxbatons did she finally tell the girls that she wasn't going to be joining them at school. They were all furious and left her immediately. It was only then did Kabriel realize that making friends wasn't going to be such a sinch anymore. Nevertheless, she plucked up her courage and went her way to Beauxbatons. She was and remains extremely thrilled to be going, but sometimes she misses her old friends. There are no curses upon her family and she's still a happy girl with her energy and quirks.

Personality:

ENERGETIC - that's one way to describe Kabes. She's usually on her toes all the time unless it's late or she's really frustrated. She enjoys making others smile and laugh and really doesn't mind it when someone else enjoys the limelight of energy. She believes in the American terms "Free Hugs" and "Make Love, Not War" is one of her favorite sayings in the known universe.

BLUNT - Kabriel has been known for giving her opinion to someone who asks it and does not hold back her dislike for certain things. For example, as a shopping partner, Kabes will tell someone if a dress or a robe looks bad on them because of the color or fit. She's not one to hold back, but she will say it in a polite sort of way.

CREATIVE - Kabriel is definitely not the most creative person in the world, or even Beauxbatons. She has written a few short stories, but she hasn't gone any further than that. She's keen on writing in the future, but hasn't pursued it recently. She's a singer, but only sings to herself or to people who feel like listening. She will admit she has a lovely singing voice, but she knows that there are so many people who are better and doesn't say she's the best.

MODEST - this girl is a girl who will take credit for something she did, but she's modest in a way that she won't say things like, "thanks, but your outfit is so much better," because that's a suck-up kind of thing to do and Kabriel is not known for sucking up to anyone - not even a teacher or another more popular student.

CARELESS/FORGETFUL - forgetting things is in her nature and often misplaces things. She had lost her wand within five minutes of purchasing it and had found it about thirty minutes after panicking and threats from her parents to not get her a new one. She's pretty loose about it though, now that she's kind of on her own, and doesn't mind it much. But she attaches a charm to the end of her wand so that she never forgets it, it hangs out of a pocket of her robes so she can always tell when it's there.

Sample RP:

If there were one thing that Kabes could take back from her life, it would probably be the fact that her first friends hadn't really been friends at all - she would have left it and lived her first few years not caring about whether she were popular or not. Unfortunately, the caring had gotten the better of her and here she sat, in the middle of an empty hallway, contemplating her past decisions. Her brothers had told her not to linger on the past, but instead to focus on the future. It had worked up to a point, but then her mind had wandered for too long and she was back to wondering the notorious "what if?" She started down at the floor and then let her eyes wander to the windowsill. It was bright outside, the Mediterranean sea was visible in the distance, shining like a welcoming world of water. She closed her eyes and inhaled, oh it would be lovely to be able to swim again. She missed the feel of the H2O between her toes, through her hair and all around her. It was something she had been fantasizing about ever since she arrived at Beauxbatons, but obviously it wasn't going to come true.

Sighing wistfully, she began to pick at her non-existent nails wondering what on earth she could be doing inside on a day like today. It was gorgeous, she will admit, some of the ones she missed since the first few days had been stormy and grey, clouds and gloom as though feeding off the moods of homesick students. Kabriel was glad she wasn't one of them. She realized that it wasn't where you were, but who you were with. She was with her friend, Lysander who was a small light grey owl that sat in the palm of her hand. She loved him so much. His big black eyes stared up at her and he shuffled his feet along her palm before hooting silently and nipping her fingers affectionately. He was her reminder of home, and often sent letters with him. He reminded her of the dog she once owned as a little girl, his name was Bell, and he was an adorable Golden Retriever who loved her so much.

Again, thinking of the past never heals wounds... What was wrong with her today? Why was she not upbeat and happy like the weather and the other students? Why? It was because she hadn't made one single friend here. The girls in her year seemed to not know she existed yet, even though she had raised her hand in class and answered a few questions the other days. She was in every one of their classes and it was as though she wasn't really there. Huh, well... now that she thought about it... she knew one way to make something happen, to make herself her very first friend. Oh yes. She was going to do what her brothers had constantly teased her of doing. She was going to make a giant sculpture of a chocolate bunny!

"YES! THAT'S IT!" she exclaimed, jumping to her feet and hopping up and down. Lysander flew from her palm, startled and began hooting uproariously, confused at her sudden change of emotion. His eyes glanced at her before he swooped down and landed on top of her head. She giggled and picked him off and put him in her palm again, "I am going to build a chocolate bunny statue in the middle of September - I'm a genius." she beamed at Lysander, who looked as though he seriously doubted it would help.

WC: 603

Must be Cossu

[feliced]

First Name: Felice
Last Name: Devereaux
Age: 16
Appearance: Felice is a very beautiful girl. With skin that is rivaled against a pearl. It's remarkably smooth and a pretty creamy pale color. Her eyes are unmistakably the brightest blue and they sparkle as if the whole galaxy was fit inside. Her hair was commonly mistaken as pure woven silk. It is a white golden color that shimmered like it had captured the sun and the moon. She is well aware of her beauty and enjoys being envied.
History: Elise and Daron Devereaux gave birth to Felice on a smothering hot august day in Paris France. Felice was there dream came true and she became the perfect addition to their manor. She became the perfect child, one to be envied, and that she was. Felice grew up knowing she was a witch and it was her greatest dream to grow up and go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. She was a very bright girl, and it gave her the greatest pleasure to show others up. She has grown up priding herself in her looks and her family's wealth.
Personality: Felice was, on occasion, a nice girl. But the older she got the snobbier she became. Her friends that she collected were of course the same as her. Felice however, was part veela. Her grandmother was one and a lot of that blood flows through Felice's veins. Her family for soem reason resnted muggles and muggle borns. But Felice accepted that it simply wasn't their fault that they were that way. She told her friends off when they talked bad of those unfortunate people. It was rather silly in her opion to waist time talking about them. That single act gets her respect from many.
Sample RP: Felice breathed in the fresh air when the door to her carriage opened. She climbed out slowly taking in everything her eyes could. It was beautiful out here. Much more beautiful than she had ever imagined. Slowly she tore her eyes away from the beautiful landscape of trees and mountains to look at the school. The school was everything she dreamed of and more. She tripped over a rock, but caught herself before she fell. Good thing too because she would very angry if her new robes got torn or dirty. She focused more on were she was walking, so as not to almost fall again, and continued to glimpse at the magnifecent school. Her childhood dreams had finally come true. She was determined to make the most of all her time here.

I need a first name and last name in your display name please.

[etiennelaroque]

Name: Etienne Didier Laroque
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Lineage: Pure-blood, French
Height: 6’0
Weight: 130

History - The Laroque and the de Blanc houses have long been two of the most respected and wealthy families of ancient France. So, when Henri Marcel Laroque married Isobel Clare de Blanc at the ages of twenty-four and nineteen, respectively, it was by no means a shock to anyone. Henri was a scholarly, quiet young man, a master of arithmancy and sciences. Isobel was an artist, perhaps best known for her poetry, though she excelled in watercolor painting and the harp equally. They were young, they were rich, and they were brilliant, and they did their best to convey it.
At the age of twenty-one, Isobel gave birth to her first child, Didier. He was stillborn. Racked with grief, remorse, and anger, Isobel became a shell of herself, filled with intense pain over the loss of her child, a son, a firstborn son, no less. Convinced Henri loathed her for the loss, Isobel became vindictive, and withdrawn. So, when she gave birth to another child, Etienne, and he lived, Isobel found an obsession. Determined that she would make up for what she lost doubly in little Etienne, Isobel poured all her efforts into educating her boy. He was taught by painters, musicians, wizards, alchemists, herbologists, scientists, philosophers and historians from all over the country, the best that money could buy. Isobel was determined not to sleight him in any field.
Over the next five years, Isobel gave birth to two girls, Brigitte and Deline. The girls received an education just as magnanimous as Etienne. Isobel had become fanatic about their teachings, appalled when they scored less than perfect scores on everything they did, capitalizing on their strengths, attempting to stomp out any weaknesses. To Isobel, her three children had transcended humanity, they were machines, spitting out perfection in every field they pursued.
Meanwhile, as Isobel became more distant, Henri sought comfort elsewhere. As his children flourished under their mother’s fixated grip, Henri became a separate person. He flitted from mistress to mistress, looking for the love his wife could not longer give in the bosoms of passionate, youthful women. He continued to bring in money, (in no small amounts), but no longer emotionally cared for his family, as the children had never truly been taught to care for him. When he was home, he was vacant.
As Etienne aged, his deep magical prowess was revealed. In her ever-fanatical attempt to provide him the best of everything, Isobel brought in various witches and wizards to educate him in these fields. However, rumor has it that Isobel was not content even with these. She wanted Etienne to be the most powerful wizard of this generation, at any cost. And with this mindset, she started finding teachers who were not afraid to teach Etienne things usually regarded as forbidden. Some even whispered that seductive young Etienne had been instructed in the Dark Arts, though Isobel hotly denied this. Either way, his education began to take a severely unorthodox turn as he hit his teens.
Now, at the age of seventeen, Etienne has applied to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, the most respected school of witchcraft and wizardy in France. Very excited about these prospects and his future, Etienne hopes that the erudition he receives from the school will assist him in goal; to become on the most prolific wizards the world has seen in many years.

Personality Through his childhood, Etienne received little love from his parents. One ignored him, while the other smothered him in academics and wizardy. This has forced Etienne to seek love elsewhere. He became very close with his sisters, especially Brigitte, who is two years his junior. Besides the girls, Etienne befriended his books and his paintbrush. When he entered his adolescent stages, his curiosity for other humans was aroused. He began to befriend the children of his parent’s friends, and became entirely imbued with their elitist lifestyle. While not necessarily rude, Etienne has eyes only for other pure-bloods or intellectuals. He does not mock the lower classes, he merely….doesn’t notice them. They don’t hold a place in his mental sphere of art and philosophy. He is often annoying patronizing to them, as he just doesn’t quite equate them with his other friends, who are well-read and well-taught and of noble birth. Because of this, he often portrays himself as haughty and unfriendly.
He is calculating, and a placid. He rarely shows any sharp burst of outward emotions. He likes to inwardly contemplate things, which often works against him, as he can overthink things. He knows he’s superior to the majority of those around him, but he doesn’t view it as vainity. To him, it’s just natural. He’s never had a big place for humor or silliness in his life, he is much more of the serious sort.
He is homosexual, and tends to have many feminine tendencies in the way he holds himself and addresses people, but he isn’t exactly girly. He puts little stock in virility or physical appearance, but rather judges people on nobility, wealth, and education. He is all together a product of a aristocratic upbringing, and takes no pains to avoid showing it.

Sample RP'ing
Etienne threw himself down on his bed, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples slowly.
“God,” he thought to himself, “what I would not do for a nice, hot bath right now.”
He’d made it halfway through his first day at Beauxbaton’s Academy of Magic, but he wasn’t too sure he’d be able to make it much longer. Truth be told, he was a little underwhelmed. Take the Herbology class he’d just left. Professor Velken was definitely brilliant, but Etienne felt a tad cheated. All the things they’d done in the class he’d gone over months ago. He was hoping for something a little more thrilling, like maybe harvesting Illwater Trap roots, or de-thorning a catseye rose.
And another thing, the students had been a bit disappointing too. Most of them had been so….well, behind, and a sad few of them were Pure-bloods, (not that he exactly minded half-bloods, he just usually didn’t befriend them). He could tell that several students hadn’t touched a spell book all summer. He’d been hoping for a higher percentage of intellectual activity. Oh well. Lunch was in ten minutes, so maybe he’d meet some decent people there. On a separate note though, he had seen a particularly cute boy in the hall. He’d have to ask someone the boy’s name….
As he contemplated what he’d say to the attractive student, he stood tiredly from his bed, and ran his fingers through his flyaway blonde locks, giving himself a quick once-over in the mirror. He distantly heard a lull of conversation and the sounds of food being set out. Brushing his cloak off delicately, he exited his dormitory and quickly made his way downstairs.

Please follow the sorting application we give you. History and Personality must be seperate

Whoops. Sorry about that. I ended up heavily changing his story when I went back to separate the two. I think I made his character a lot more clear through it.

Must be Sournois

[arebecca]

First Name:

Rebecca {nickname: Becca}

Middle Name:

JOY

Last Name:

Sohoni

Age:

16 {six;TEEN}

Appearance:
Rebecca, head to toe is pretty much an average looking girl whose points of interest are generally her eyes and long legs. Rebecca isn't often noticed by her outer appeal alone, but after you'd get to know her, you'd be guaranteed to notice definite highlights in her. Many find her deep chocolate eyes impossible to look away from, as they seem to have many different depths to them; quite literally, as her friends would say, it was easy to get lost inside of them! She usually keeps her wavy, untamable, chestnut/auburn hair at a medium length and rarely cuts it to any other length. The only feature she could possibly be self conscious of is her-somewhat long, beaky nose, even thought to un-obtrusive eyes, it's actually at a quite regular size. You could say that she's a bit prone to being self-conscious.
History:
Rebecca Joy Sohoni was born to Geoffrey Sohoni and Veronica Stevens on June 2, 1993. Her father, Geoffrey, was born to a pure blood family with three siblings who were female triplets, so during his childhood, he rarely got any attention of his own. Before heading off to school, Geoffrey was so used to having to entertain himself while his parents oogled at their beautiful baby girls, so, at age thirteen, when he was sent to Beauxbatons, he didn't want anything less than to let loose and actually spend some time to himself. His plan was soon foiled when he met Rebecca's future mother, Veronica Stevens, who most definitely was muggle born. At first, Veronica thought Geoffrey was a pure blood snob, but soon after a few of her admirer's pursuits, she soon found the real, lonely boy under all the pride, and fell in love as well.

Veronica was an only child born to two loving, muggle parents that raised her in a way that she knew her morals and her rightful place in life, in general. It was a shock when they found out that there was a special school that their daughter had to go to to fulfill her maximum purpose. Veronica's life was flipped upside down when Geoffrey walked into her life...well, maybe twisted into a more convenient position would the right choice of words to describe their bond. So much for the philosophy of fate her parents had tought her...because, according to her parents at least, falling in love with a freak of nature was not part of the fate they had in mind for their daughter. Did they not realize that if they thought Geoffrey was a freak, then it must make sense to their daughter that they thought that she was a freak, too? Without a backward glance, Veronica turned her back to her muggle life forever, and taking her new fiancee by the hand and starting over in her new world.

Rebecca was born a year after her parents had eloped, and even though they had been expecting a baby boy (as planned), they still gladly welcomed their "joy" into their newly wed lifestyle. They had been convinced that their baby Becca was the most prized thing that they'd ever beheld, and many times Rebecca's childhood, she thought, "I must be the most loved person on the planet." Unfortunately the new family enjoyed their bliss for only seven more years. On the day of Rebecca's seventh birthday, Veronica had a fatal epileptic seizure, ending the happy days of Rebecca's life. Surprisingly, Rebecca instantly recooperated herself and helped take care of her father, who stayed in shock for at least a little under two years. Even under her depressing circumstances, Rebecca Joy Sohoni was determined to life her life the way her mother would have wanted her to. She never gave her a hard time about anything, she did her chores and always did what she was told when she was told to do it, but this still doesn't mean that she didn't mourn her mother's death at all; it was just that she had a different way of doing it.
Personality:
To be truthful, ever since Rebecca's mother died, most of her personality had been erased for a very long time. It was only a couple of years ago that Becca gained back the glimmer in her eyes when someone cracks an inside joke, or reminds her of a mischievous plot. Under all the haze in her heart, the intellectual, humorous, and even mischievous parts of Rebecca are still there, you just have to dig to find them.
Intellectual~
Rebecca's mind, you could say, is pretty sharp, and I mean that in a book-smart and common sense-smart kind of way. Nothing seems to by her without her knowing. Before coming to Beauxbatons, her teachers often recognized and merited her for her ability to work well in groups, apply common knowledge to every day transactions and to work hard-and quietly. It was all part of the "make-your-mom-in -heaven-pleased-with-what-you-do-on-earth"plan she often reminded herself, whenever she had her doubts.
Humorous~
Rebecca generally has a good sense of humor, on her good days. When it's not a good day, she doesn't have a bad humorous sense, but none. At all. When she's not depressed, it's actually very easy to converse with her, easy to laugh. There's no such thing as a tense conversation when you're talking to Rebecca...
Mischievous~
Rebecca, when cued, can be a bit of a trouble maker when called for. Or sometimes when it's not called for, even. Who knows with Rebecca? One minute she'll will be cracking jokes and the other minute she'll be crying in her father's lap, in hysterics. It just so hard trying to predict her, in general, really.
Sample RP:
Rebecca sniffed grudgingly; she hated feeling weak in front of her father, as it went against everything she'd worked for. Well, her father didn't seem to mind, and seeming she was going overseas to school...Unexpectedly, she caved in and fell into her father's lap, squeezing him in her frail arms. "I'm going to miss you," she breathed. "There's no need for missing me!" her father joked with a hint of superiority, "Because you will write me every moment that you aren't in class!" She laughed with him, even though she didn't feel right laughing while she was about to leave. A panic rose in her gut at the thought, and up into her throat as she began to breath harder. She tried to calm down, You've already made him promise to call her if something was wrong, and to be safe, and to.... "Sorry," she corrected herself, "I'm worrying way too much-it's just- I-you'll-" "Shh..." he patted her back, and she sighed. "I'll bring my luggage downstairs, " she managed to choke out before racing up the stairs so she wouldn't break into tears in front of him, her fragile father.

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Two hours after being transported to her new school, Rebecca woke from her unconciousness to see a landscape she'd never seen; could this be Beauxbatons? Her heart seemed to skip a beat. Sure, she'd seen it in pictures but for some reason seeing it in person was a whole different expierience. Historic towers spiraled up high into the light blue sky while students buzzed around the classrooms, flirting and conversing with each other, chatting. Here goes nothing, she thought as she stepped out into the crisp evening air and towards the enchanting campus.

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Must be Rouerie.[/size]