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Post by chaos on Aug 28, 2007 9:31:33 GMT -5
Belle duBois
First Name: Belle Last Name: duBois Age: 15 Appearance:
History: Belle grew up on the outskirts of Paris with her parents Marcel and Jacqueline duBois.Her parents wanted her to live a normal life, so they never told her she was a witch, because of the on going battle that was going on around her. This was working out for a couple of years but this all changed when she turned 6. When she got very angry all the mirrors in the house smashed and her parents still didn’t tell her, but her magic started to come out more and more and then they decided they should tell her as she kept asking them questions about what was happening so they ended up telling her, and Belle was just over the moon.
When Belle started going to a Muggle school she had lots of friends and she had lots of enemies and when she got mad at someone she might have used a bit of magic here and there and she loved it and when people asked her what happened she would always make out she did nothing wrong and looked all cute and her parents knew what was going on so they had enough so she sent her to Beauxbatons.
Personality: Most would say Belle is like her mother; eccentric, innovative, clever, laid-back, compassionate, inelegant, and serious. Overall she’s well liked among her friends, family and colleague. Belle is more then willing to help others in need…even if it’s someone she doesn’t very well like. She seeks to see the best in everyone, and assumes that even the meanest person can have a sentimental side. Belle is your ordinary girl, well she tries to be, Belle is a girl who will fight for what she believes in, she is lover and a fighter and she believes in love most of the time.
Sample RP: [[One Of My Rp's from An Other Site]] It was half past midnight when Jacqueline made her way out of the secret passageway that led from the former Gryffindor Common Room to the Entrance Hall on the ground floor. She pushed the statue out of the way and peered around it to see if anyone was coming. She watched as her Headmistress made her way up the steps and disappeared around the corner. Once the footsteps were gone; she hurried through the Entrance Hall, which was thoroughly decorated with Black and Green tapestries of a snake tightly coiled around a wooden staff. She glared up at them as her hand pulled open the door that lead out onto the grounds.
Once she hit the chill of the night air she wrapped her clock around her shoulders, sheltering herself from it. She hopped that non of her other Professors would be patrolling the ground. She did after all had a very imperative letter, that she needed to send to her mother at once. Must be Rouerie
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Post by sue on Aug 28, 2007 15:15:47 GMT -5
First Name:Suzanna Last Name:Burton Age:16 Appearance: History:Sue grew up in a normal wizarding family, Mother; Father; 3 Brothers. They Lived in a wizarding village right outside the hearth of Paris. Everything was normal in their life. Sue the second born child out of 4 knew that when she was 11 years of age a letter would be sent to the house informing her about Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, The School she should attend. She lived in a happy family who loved her no matter what - and this was put to the test. One night she was playing in the back yard when she heard her younger brother scream, this was because moments later a blood thirsty vampire was feasting on the sweetness of her blood. She was left with a hunger for blood and an annoyance to light and garlic. Thank-goodness everyone in her family stood by her side and whenever she was hungry she would go to the hospital and feast on blood from blood doners. Personality: Sue is relaxed and fun to be with. She is loyal to her friends. Ig there would be someone who would choose to get into the bad books of sue then that person has something in for her because Sue is most definatly a back talker and will do what she can to make life a misery for whoever the poor soul is. Yes she may be called a b*tch by few - but at least she was a b*tch with respect. Sample RP: ((this is from another site)) It was morning. Zanna opened her eyes, it was almost the end of the month and her parents promised to send an owl once a month. Zanna showered and prepared for the day, so she wouldn’t need to come back to her dorm. Zanna picked up her rucksack and swung it over her shoulders, the girl was out of her room and skipping up the dungeon stairs within moments. When Zanna arrived at the Owlery she kept a look-out for the family Owl Sean. To her delight there was the owl with his snow-white fathers and icy-blue eyes drinking from the water fountain. Beside him there was a fat envelope with the words “Suzanna” written in shimmering ink that changes colour depending on how you hold the parchment. Her parents always called her ‘Sue’ despite the fact no one else did, when they were mad, which was hardly ever, ‘Suzanna’ was the name they used. Zanna approached the owl and stroked it’s head – Sean made a strange sound, it was because he was enjoying the attention. Zanna picked up the letter and broke to wax seal. She took out a letter that seemed so long it wasn’t supposed to be considered as a letter but a novelette. She opened the parchment and read in her heart. My Darling Sue, We, your mother and father, need to let you know – Since you have started your first year at Hogwarts we have been certain you would shine like the star you are. We have received your report card, and we are proud of you dear. I hope you know we love you very much and that whatever happeneds we will always love you to death. We need to come clean and it has to be perfectly clear. This may come as a shock to you but time heals all. We are so sorry for not telling you earlier but we never thought you had to know. Well. We are your godparents and aren’t your real parents - The letter had not been fully read. She just couldn’t continue. Tears filled her eyes and a ball began to form in her throat. She began to see things in a blur because there was a layer of water in front of her eyes. She placed the palm of her hand onto her forehead and shacked her head, lipping the word ‘no’ over and over again. [/center] Must be Sournois
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Post by serenablair on Aug 29, 2007 16:31:02 GMT -5
Three houses' threads entwined Within my cloth of blue One thousand years of history Have led us down to you Which house do you belong in? Rouerie, Cossu, or Sournois Which will you find your kin within You're sure to found out soon
Beneath the raven lies A house of purest blood The house of Boden Sournois Takes only those bourgeois Whom posess the parfait sang It breeds those of arrogant mind And those of blackest heart Are sure to find their kind
Those who choose to join the house of blue and green The place for those of a mind keen, Those students of Adora Rouerie. A peacock is the house bird And tradition is the word. Most who make their home Are clever, kind and shy They are often found soaking up a tome.
Last of all, is the house of those with creative thoughts Whether be music, art, or poetry Creativity is to be wrought Of those who are chosen for the home of Jocelin Cossu With colors of the purest white and bluer than the sky Cossu may be the one to pick For your imaginative eye
These houses, three Noble, each, it's sure Whether you're clever, creative, or pure We have a home for thee Amongst the hallowed halls Of Beauxbatons AcademyFirst Name:Serena Last Name:Blair Age:15 Appearance:Personality: Serena is smart,cleaver,kind hearted, and can do anything if she puts her mind to it. She loves challenges plants,and animals. She tires not to be like everyone else and always stands out.Serena likes to explore things and make new friends. She is always nice to everyone and hates it when people are rude to her friends. She loved to sing with her friend celest and she also danced ballet. History:Serena was born September 8th in London, England. She has moved from england when she was 13-years-old to the California. Serena found her mother in California and Serena's parents fought over her for a while until Serena ran away from home to her friend Celest's house. She just recently found about about her and Celest's powers. Sample RP: Serena walked slowly into the forest in her backyard. she had a dark blue cloak on and was listening to her parents argue as Serena slipped away into the darkness of the night. When Serena got a far distance away from her home she lit a single candle to light her way into the darkness. She walked for one night and came across a house in the forest. she knocked ion the door five times and celest Ai opened it up to see who was there. when Serena saw Celest she screamed a bit in joy and ran up to hug her. Celest did the same. Serena walked inside the large house and sat next to the fire with Celest. Must be Rouerie
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Post by Silas Heldon Demont on Aug 29, 2007 20:25:46 GMT -5
First Name:Silas Last Name: Demont Age: 17 Appearance: History: Unknown to pretty much everbody, other than adults, Silas is muggle-born. He isn't really ashamed of his background; he just prefers not to initiate a conversation about it. He is like his sister, Hart, in this respect. Anyway, his parents are very nice people, and he's always gotten along fairly well with them. Of course, they were confused about the wizarding world at first, however, they turned out to be pretty supportive of the whole thing. It certainly explained a few things about all the things he did as a child that seemed unexplainable. As a child, Silas was pretty active and kind of accident prone. In fact, he came out of his childhood with three scars because of his clumsiness. He was saved from more accidents by his magical abilities that at the time seemed like good luck. When these powers first started showing up, his parents thought he had an overactive imagination because they never actually saw the magic. Silas told them about things he could do, but he could never perform magic in front of his parents. Thus, they thought he had just made up a wonderful story for himself. The only thing they saw was when he fell out of a tree and was miraculously unhurt. Of course, they simply called it luck. That sums up the magic side of Silas. His overall childhood growing into a teenager side is pretty much like any other child's. He got along really well with Hart, and the two of them still share an extremely strong bond. In fact, he prefers her company over most, if not all, others. While Silas had/has a happy home life, his social life leaves something to be desired. Silas does not trust people easily because of an incident with a friend that happened when he was ten. He doesn't like to talk about it, but he was betrayed by a friend. Since then, he has always been worried that he might get burned again. As far as girls go, Silas has never had a girlfriend. He's been interested, but since he's shy and tends to stick to the shadows, nothing has ever come of any interests. At the current moment, Silas is getting into his magic. Since this will be his first year at Beauxbatons, he is rather nervous about all the people there, but he is completely determined to make some new friends. The rest of his goals for the term are simple. He wants to overcome his sleeping problem (which can make him sick), remain close to his sister, and perhaps find himself a girlfriend for the first time. Other than that, he just wants to learn magic, take some pictures, and play some music. Personality: Silas does not like the spotlight at all. He prefers to blend into the background and remain a loner. That is not to say he doesn't have friends. He simply likes one on one outings rather than things in a big group. Groups just make him nervous and uncomfortable. Of course, some people can mistake this for arrogance on his part, but he's just rather shy. He isn't one of those people that trust others from the start. You have to work to gain his confidence/trust, and if you break it...good luck getting it back. The most likely thing is that he will only talk to you in short sentences. He'll still be polite, but you'll be able to tell a difference. However, if you gain his trust and keep it, he will be extremely loyal to you. He is very protective of his friends and will do anything for them. His friends that are girls recieve special treatment in that he tries to prove that chivalry isn't dead in every guy. Silas really is a good friend to have since besides his loyalty, he possesses good listening skills and is very compassionate/understanding. There are times when he has a few spikes, but that's mostly when he's having one of his sleeping problems. That's when he's at his most volatile point. Whenever Silas is having a sleep problem, he becomes even more moody and sarcastic than normal. He will say things that are so cutting that they can drive people away, but he always feels bad afterwards because he never really means things like that. This is also the time when Silas cries the most because of what happens to him inside. However, he still won't let people see him cry unless they're his sister. If anything, he'll stick to himself even more than usual. Silas can be a very complicated person, but for the most part he's pretty nice to be around. He tries to be genuine with people, and he can laugh at himself with people he feels comfortable with. One just has to get him out of his quiet zone, and he'll be just fine. The only problem is figuring out just how to achieve that "impossibility." Sample RP: Silas had not been able to sleep for the past week. Despite his many different approaches to attract the illusive "sand man" to visit, he had been unable to find the slightest bit of relief. Now, it was obviously starting to take its toll on his body. His eyes were bloodshot giving off the appearance of having dipped into some drugs. Unfortunately, this came without the "high" feeling, so he could barely find the energy to lift his little finger let alone walk around the castle. Outside, he looked fairly disheveled and nothing like his usual self. Without his usual amount of sleep, he just hadn't felt up to making himself look anything other than the "I just rolled out of bed" Silas. Inside, everything ached, and nothing seemed to alleviate the feeling. However, he had never been one to let on when he was feeling less than one hundred percent. He usually pushed himself further than would be advisable. In fact, the only person that recognized his various moods and habits was his sister, Hart, but he hadn't seen her of late. She was quite a bit more social than he was, so it really wasn't that surprising. Still, he could not shake his wish to see her right now. The two of them had always been closer than most siblings he was familiar with. Of course, he tended to be quite a bit overprotective of her at times. It seemed quite the natural thing since he was older and since she was the most important thing to him. Most of the time, however, he could keep his protective nature reigned in. Lately, it hadn't been needed since the two had not had a conversation for quite some time. He had seen her a couple of times, but she had never been alone at those times. Silas was not one for the group scene. He preferred keeping to himself or to have just one close friend (preferably his sister) to have conversation with. Crowds made him uncomfortable, so he usually kept his adventures and explorings for the calming fingers of the night or the rain. Those were times when people seemed more apt to be alone, and it was more comforting to him. Perhaps he could get a message to Hart, and the two of them could sit out and talk or do something else. After all, they had many things in common with just the right amount of differences to keep things interesting. As he was thinking, a wave of nausea came over Silas. He quickly rolled to the side of his bed and over a wastebasket, but the feeling soon passed over him. Slowly, he pulled himself to a sitting position with his back against the headboard of the bed. Then, he reached for a black notebook that he had tossed aside earlier that night when the futility of trying to write had become evident. He turned the pages until he came to a blank one and started to compose a note to Hart. The pen he was using left its black stream across the page, and it came faster and faster as ideas came to his head. He told her about his sleep problem and his desire to see her as soon as she could find a moment. When he had finished emptying his feeling to her, he tore it out of the notebook and folded it to be sent tomorrow. Then, another wave of nausea hit. Lovely.... Must be Cossu.
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Post by marshal on Aug 30, 2007 18:04:40 GMT -5
First Name: Marshal Last Name: Rourke Age: 17 Appearance: Marshal is tall, and lean. Muscular, but not too much so. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, and a fair/pink complection History: Born to a pure blood witch mother, and a 1/2 veela blood Father Marshal grew up well off. His mother and father are both healers, but Marshal has shown much interest in transfiguration. Born in south France the Rourke family moved to North Ireland when Marshal was 6. Originally it was planned for Marshal to attend Hogwarts, but he decided to transfer to Beauxbatons after one year, finding that Hogwarts was a bit barbaric, and uncivilized. Marshal is studying to become an animagnous, and excels in Charms and Transfiguration classes. Personality: Marshal has a certain air of pride about him that's off putting to most. He can be extremely arrogant at times, but compassionate at others. He has shown a degree of flamboyance, and is head set on excelling in all he does. Failure is not a choice. Marshal's sense of style is pretty simple. Surprisingly his favorite designer is America Ralph Lauren. Sample RP: Marshal stood in front of the huge glistening palace, itching to go in. He had just been delivered by the winged carriage, and experience he would never forget. Maybe when he became an animagnous(his dream) he would choose a winged horse. Then again he wasn't sure how that whole thing worked. "Can you even change to a magical animal?" Marshal thought out loud, shrugging his shoulders, and walking for the door. If he couldn't he had it set in his mind. He would be a stag. In any case, it was time to go in. Marshal reaches his hand for the enormous handle on the door just as it swung open. A bit startled, Marshal took a step back. Looking up he saw the extremely tall, yet beautiful headmistress of the school Must be Sournois
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Post by viggo on Aug 31, 2007 18:57:01 GMT -5
First Name: Viggo Last Name: Turner Age: 17
Appearance: Viggo is about normal height, short compared to other guys. He has black hair and green eyes, a nice smile, and a few freckles on his cheeks.
History: Viggo's history is a mystery. He doesn't know if he is pure blood, half and half, or a muggle born. He was raised in an orphanage, and has known to be a angry while there, not knowing his parents, why they abandoned him. Now, that he has a better home, he isn't so rude, but more of a sarcastic person. He has asked around at his orphanage about his parents, but they say they found him on his doorstep, with nothing, just a basket and a blanket. Only the owner of the place and one of his friends know he is a wizard. when the owner received a letter she tried to hide it not sure what it was all about, but one day, when Viggo has such a horrible day, he wished he was something else. Well, his wish didn't really come true, because he was already something else, and the next thing he knew, there was a letter on his lap. To Viggo Turner. He has never received a letter before, and he was eager to open it. He was pleased.
Personality: Viggo is a very sarcastic boy. He can be rude sometimes, pointing out others idioticism. If he likes you, he'll seem pretty nice, even sweet. He doesn't normally find someone he doesn't like. When he has nothing to do, no one to talk to, he'll busy himself browsing the halls, with his nose buried in a book, or playing with his wand. He is still mesmerized by it.
Sample RP: Viggo stared at the Thestrals pulling his carriage. He turned around, bewildered, not hearing what his friend was saying. "Huh..?" He said, his voice cracking. He friend asked if something was wrong. "What do you mean is there something wrong? This.. This thing. Why is it pulling the carriage? It was always a white horse.. I've never seen this before..." His friend looked at him oddly. "Um.. heh. What?" Viggo stared at him. Am I going crazy? He thought for another minute, decided to deal with it later, and gave the thestral a pat. He smiled at his friend, entered the carrage, waved to his friend one last time, and was off.
Must be Sournois
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Fleur Johnas
Rouerie Second Year
Don't Piss of ze Fairy!
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Post by Fleur Johnas on Aug 31, 2007 20:10:16 GMT -5
First Name:Fleur Last Name: Johnas Age: 14 Appearance: History: Fleur is the youngest in her family. Her father is a pure-blood wizard and her mother is part fairy. The Johnas' live in Château-Thierry, France. Fleur went to Fairy Luv Preschool, then stayed home till she turned 11. 4 months after Fleur turned 11 she and her mom were about to look at a Fairy school, when a letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic arrived. The whole household was excited about the letter, but Fleur was excited because her dad told her that he had gone to Beauxbatons when he was her age. Fleur's older sister, Johnna, was really happy, because now she could show Fleur the beautiful palace of Beauxbatons. Personality: Fleur is very friendly and creative. She loves school, although she isn't the brightest. She can get very mad when people annoy her and since she is part fairy she can only hold one emotion at a time. Fleur is a bit small for her age. When doing something for the very first time she is very shy, but when she meets someone she knows who is doing the same thing for the first time, she loses her shyness and goes over to talk. Sample RP: That afternoon a carriage from Beauxbatons arrived at the Johnas' house . "Papa, what exactly is Beauxbatons?" Fleur asked curiously. Her dad replied "Well, it is a palace here in France where young witches and wizards like yourself, learn magic. It is like a boarding school. There are three houses, Rouerie, Cossu, and Sournois, in which you are sorted into." " The house you're sorted into becomes like your family while your there. You earn points for your house, by answering questions from professors, which are your teachers." interrupted Johnna. " Thank you Johnna." Mr. Johnas said sternly. Then turning back to Fleur, he continued " Your have lots of fun, I promise. And you'll make tons of friends." " But... But... But... " stuttered Fleur " It really is a lot of fun at Beauxbatons." Johnna said comfortingly. The whole way to Beauxbatons, Fleur was getting more and more nervous. "What if I don't know anyone but Johnna at Beauxbatons." She thought nervously. After they entered the Entrance Hall. Fleur was shy all over. Then Johnna reassured her by pointing at another young girl in the Entrance Hall. " Look over there." She said kindly " Gabriella over there and she looks nervous too." " Thanks Johnna." and with that Fluer skipped over to Gabriella and the two of them started chattering like bees. "This might be fun after all." She thought happily.Must be Rouerie
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Post by varenka on Aug 31, 2007 22:31:39 GMT -5
FIRST NAME: Varenka LAST NAME: Menzies AGE: 16 PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: A disheveled blonde, one is immediatly struck not by her inhibited beauty, nor an imposing wit but by her expression of perpetual contempt. With a near-tangerine complexion, her furrowed brow is concealed beneath a shock of peroxide, though this severe contrast frames her countenance perfectly. PERSONALITY: The conservative portion of the academy has long asserted Varenka is naught more than a conceited aristocrat. In colloquial exchange, she's denounced as a 'vindictive b*tch', and 'heinous bigot'. This is not entirely unfair. Despite having been appointed head girl at her former (muggle) academy, she is reluctant to commune with those whom she deems intellectually inferior. This ofcourse, is a common trait that has gradually infiltrated the Menzies seniour contingent. Superficially, she maintains an impenetratable composure, often mistaken for apathy - a competent student with a positive worth-ethic, who attends her scholary engagements. Internally, however, she is bitter with life and yearns for salvation. HISTORY: Veela ancestry has tarnished the Menzie family's predominant muggle line. Russian-born Varenka is one of those unprecedented individuals blessed with an aptitude magic. After three years of discarding the stream of a Russian magic academy letters, her mother finally relented and has since embraced the community whole-heartedly. The transition from exceptional student of an affluent grammar institution to bottom of the class had a profound effect on Varenka's physce. She buried herself in her studies, scorning her mother for the impediment. Within a semester, however, she had risen to the forefront of the class. Wishing to start afresh, Varenka has applied for a spot at the prestigous Beauxbatons. SAMPLE RP: Varenka pressed her tongue to her pallet, producing an irksome click in time to her all-encompassing stride. She ascended the stairs that bounded the library at a jog, paying no heed to the librarian now stationed at the desk. Sifting through the aisles of books, she scanned their spines for the declaration of an antiseptic charm. Still, her pallet sustained the infernal clicking, reverberated by the clock upon the wall. Gradually, she regarded her adversary with an air of indifference. Tipping her head ever so subtly to the left, she diverted her attention to her cuticles, stifling a yawn. As the girl snapped the book closed, the library's aeration was at once stale as it was oppressive, the dust settling on the crevices of Varenka’s lips, provoking a snarl. Must be Sournois
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Post by rikutsushiatsu on Sept 1, 2007 20:56:37 GMT -5
First Name: Luna
Last Name: Selene
Age: 16
Appearance: Luna is a thin girl with a height of 5' 8". Her waist long dark brown hair is kept in a braid on her right side. For some color she added a single purple streak into the right side of her hair. She is pale as she doesn't go in the sun much. Her green/grey eyes are hidden beneath black and purple framed glasses. A scar no longer than an unsharpened #2 pencil crosses her right eye and down her cheek. She has many freckles lining her cheeks and her shoulders.
History: Luna is an American born girl with a tragic past. During the time when Luna's mother was pregnant with her, her mother and father decided that America was a safer place than their home in France. The death-eater threat was becoming to great and they wanted their daughter to be born in a place where the threat was less. A year after Luna was born her mother, a half-blooded vampire, wanted to go back to the wizard's village outside of Paris. Her father didn't want his daughter to live so close to where it was said the Death Eaters were planning Voldemort's return. After a huge dispute her mother left and than died in a raid from Death Eaters a few months later. Her father did the best he could to raise his daughter properly and still hide the fact that he was a wizard and by blood she a witch. Yet had an even harder time when he found out that she had inherited her mother's vampire traits. Luckily the drinking blood trait had not been passed on. Until her 11th birthday Luna believed her father that all the weird things that happened when she got mad or really upset were just coincidences. He had to come up with a really good lie when she accidentally threw a glass bowl at her self and cut her eye. Then she got her letter. Her father was a tad disappointed when she claimed that she wanted to go. To find out who she really was. He finally agreed and sent her off to stay with her Aunt Therese until the semester started. Sadly three weeks after she arrived at her aunt's, a letter arrived stating that her father had been killed in a break in. With her father dead and her aunt the only family she had left, Luna decided that she would prove herself in the wizarding community. At least, she would try to. Personality: Shy and keeps to herself. Luna rarely talks and when she does she only talks to her aunt or an adult that has addressed her. She is kind to animals and enjoys working in the small night garden she has in her aunts back yard. She will defend herself when needed but only then. When she trusts someone she will do anything to protect them. Very neat and tidy. Very curious, and smart.
Sample RP: Luna sat at the small table in the corner of the library. She's has come here everyday this semester when classes are done for the day or if she just needs the quiet. Three books are stacked neatly near her arm so that she can grab them without delay if she needs to research something that she can't find in her current book. Her parchment is placed next to the open book on the table. Her extra credit essay for her History of Magic class was almost completed. As of late, Luna had been slowing down in her studies. Her mind had just been on other things. She quickly finished up her essay, put back the books, and gathered her things. She started to believe that the Susan clique had forgotten her for today and would leave her alone. Day after day it was the same thing. She would be harassed because of her hair, or her pasty skin, and sometimes even her teeth. Slowly it was starting to get to her. Unfortunately her hopes were wrong for the day. As she exited the library and headed down the hall, there was Susan and her friends. Immediately they saw her and sought to make her day miserable. Luna just as quickly as she was seen, spun on her heel in the other direction and started walking the other way. She could hear the clicking of the other girls' heels as they slowly sped up to catch her. Just what she needed, falling behind in her studies and harassment from classmates, how wonderful. As she turned the corner of the hall, Luna found a statue and decided that for the first time in her life she would hide. As she slid behind the statue Luna was sure that the other girls had seen her and knew where she was. This time she was wrong. Susan and her friends looked around for a few seconds and than left to find a new victim. Luna sighed with relief as she started to slide out from behind the statue. Her back hit the wall and surprisingly it fell back, taking Luna with it. "What the??" She looked into the blackness that she was now facing. Being her curious self she lit her wand and walked into the passage. Waiting to see what mysteries she would find.
You must change your name in your profile.
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Post by torya90 on Sept 1, 2007 22:10:14 GMT -5
Age: 16 Name: Torya Meyers Looks: Tall black hair black eyes, pale skin
Personality: torya is smart,cleaver,kind hearted, and can do anything if she puts her mind to it. She loves challenges plants,and animals. She tires not to be like everyone else and always stands out. Torya likes to explore things and make new friends. She is always nice to everyone and hates it when people are rude to her friends. She loved to sing with lolher friend celest and she also danced ballet.
History:Torya was born September 8th in Warsaw She has moved from Poland when she was 16-years-old to the California. Torya found her mother in California and Torya's parents fought over her for a while until she ran away from home to her friend Celest's house. She just recently found about about her and Celest's powers.
Sample RP: Torya walked slowly into the forest in her backyard. she had a dark blue cloak on and was listening to her parents argue as Torya slipped away into the darkness of the night. When Torya got a far distance away from her home she lit a single candle to light her way into the darkness. She walked for one night and came across a house in the forest. she knocked ion the door five times and celest Ai opened it up to see who was there. when Torya saw Celest she screamed a bit in joy and ran up to hug her. Celest did the same. Torya walked inside the large house and sat next to the fire with Celest.
You need to work on punctuation, spacing, and so on..
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Post by vanna on Sept 1, 2007 23:59:10 GMT -5
First Name:Vanna Last Name: Seth Age: 15 Appearance: History: When she was born, on December Twenty Sixth, The day after Christmas, she was named Vanna Trinity Seth. She was a surprise to her parents, because they hadn't known whether or not she was a boy or girl. They were in a bad state financially, and for all of her young life, she has been in this state. She is very excited about attending Beauxbatons because she recently moved from her old school, Salem's Academy of Witches. All the girls there were MEAN. She never fit in with the rich preps there. Her parents decided it was too stuck up over there, however, and they moved to France to go to Beauxbatons, because they heard great things about the school there. So now, Missus Seth is going to hopefully attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Personality: Missus Vanna Trinity Seth is an oddball at that. She's a jellybean in a world of lollies. She's the sweetest thing unless you get on her bad side, then she's a bxtch and will gain her revenge. She dresses from her financial state, and not because of her want to be slxtty. She really isn't, and if she were given the chance to become, say, a celebrity, she'd jump at it to give her family a second shot at life. She loves to draw and design clothes, and makes some of her own clothes, when she can, when she can get the money. She's currently working on a design book to show in Paris, and see if she can get her ideas picked up, and pull her family out of their slump. Sample RP: [[this is from a diff. site :] ]]"Yes, the queen of all evil is here, i sign autographs in three days, don't be late, blah blah blah blah blah." She smirked. Beautiful, powerful , smart, and most of all, completely demonic, Scarlett was one who knew how to be in control, yet still remain feminine and adored by the Slytherins and even a few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. She said the right things, did the right things, left no room for worries or doubts when she spoke, moved with the air of authority no one could ignore, and smiled with her lips, never with her eyes. However, she would once in a while have her clumsy moments, where she would suddenly trip over her own feet, of stub her toe, or something. It wasn't the pain, she could handle pain, or the humiliation. It was more really the annoyance and inconvenience of the matter. Lie, deceive and make it sound pretty. Her motto. And she definately stuck to it. "Well, I guess I have a dangerous sense of fashion." She said speaking carefully, as she let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. The pub was quiet, and so were they, for a while, until he refrenced their inside joke. He was one of the few people she could joke around with without feeling like a stupid arse, or feeling like she was talkting to one. "Honestly, my feathers are a bit ruffled, actually. Had to deal with a stupid fouth year who decided to piss Peeves off. He began charming erasers and chalk to attack the stupid Gryffindor. I wouldn't have been late if it hadn't been so damn funny to watch. Then I got another detention for not helping him out. Well now, my dear kneazle, is the cold weather turning your fur any purpler than usual?" She asked him, smiling her famous lips only smile, her eyes dead-pan, and haunted looking. She hadn't been the same since she was bitten by that vampire six months back. Not that she had a problem with it. Her eyes were a bright, bclear blue, encircled by a deep, dark saphire color with the tendancy to give people the feeling of the sea, if you stared into them long enough. "My eyes haven't changed much lately," the girl said in a suddenly calm, unirritated voice, with the addition of her eyes and emotionless smile, she could totally pass for a dead person. "But everything is boring the wits out of me, and The D-he hasn't given me anythin gto do lately, so I have been at quite a lull. And frankly, my talents are better served with Him than by pranking the marauders, although we must think of something good to get them with." [/size][/center] Must be Sournois
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Post by jakev on Sept 2, 2007 10:37:35 GMT -5
First Name: Jacob (prefers Jake) Last Name: Vadeboncoeur Age: Sixteen Appearance: History: "Well, my life before Hogwarts was nothing elaborate. My mom and dad met well after hogwarts, and when my mom was 32 she got pregnant with me, her one and only son. I'm pretty sure my parents met through friends, because my godfather is almost always around nowadays hanging out with my mom. He's been a family friend since before I can remember. My parents used to be very active Order members, so my mom has loads of secret connections to assure my safety anywhere I go. She puts loads of defensive charms on myself, and our house all the time. It's rather scary, actually. Well, I was born in Wales, on January Fifteenth. I was actually premature and stuff, but being a magical baby I didn't have to stay in the Hospital long. I grew up with no brothers and sisters because my dad died when I was four. My mom swore to never re-marry, because she loved my dad a lot. So my mom works at St. Mungo's Hospital, and we get pretty decent money, but I'm kind of scared once I get out of Hogwarts that I'll need to work loads to help my mom out once I'm of age. I'm afraid of my mom's dependency sometimes. So yeah, it's always been just me and my mum, and that's all there is. Nothing special, nothing incredibly sad. Even though I'm French, I didn't grow up in France. I was actually raised in Scotland, but my mom wanted to send me to Beauxbatons because of some unknown reason. I dunno, to get out of Hogwarts with it's famousness or something." Personality: "Kay, My name is Jake, and I generally keep to myself unless I'm being talked to. I am a deep thinker, and I like to read, a lot. I waste hours in the library, sort of anti-social, but I'm definetly not a know it all. One thing that pisses me off about smart people more than anything is the bunch of prats some of them are. I hate people who think they are more clever than everyone else. I'll say it, I think I'm pretty much smarter than normal people, but I never get cocky about my wits. I use my intelligence for good, not evil. I usually waste my time reading up on Defense Against the Dark Arts, which is my favorite subject. You could say I'm a little obsessed with being the best person I can be. Well, now I'm not exactly shy, I'll go up and talk to you if I think I need to, and I'm definetly not afraid to confront anyone. I like keep to myself, because I think people who talk too much are the most obnoxious things on the face of the earth, and it annoys the holy hell out of me. I don't like bitchy or controlling girls, I think that is the biggest turn off in the history of man kind. If you're gonna show off to me how persuasive and cruel you can be to other girls, dorks, muggle-borns or whatever, I won't so much as look in your direction. I like to keep a clear head, which means not much drinking and wildness for me, and I like to get good nights of sleep. I'm almost never late, but I don't always pass in my homework on time. I don't like people who try to be perfect, or think they are perfect, because at the end of the day you're going to be shown-up and humiliated one way or another, and I'll laugh in your face." Sample RP: [/center] Must be Cossu
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Post by bahar on Sept 2, 2007 12:12:25 GMT -5
First Name: Veronica Last Name: Valerie Age: 16
Appearance: She has flaxen hair with black dollops behind her hair. She has green eyes and it makes her look impressive. Average body type, 5'4 inches height and conspicuous smile.
History: Victoria Valerie was born in London, England. She had pretty good childhood. Her mom and dad were very creative and they have made her happy always. Her parents were witch/wizard. Her father was a death eater like her mom. But they went into hiding while Dark Lord died. They turned back to straight path and told everyone to were below to the Imperious Curse. Her father began to work in ministry when she was six years old. Her mom was making foods for muggles. She went to Hogwarts when she was eleven. The Sorting Hat pick her to Slytherin. She was clever and kind to everyone. She loved Hogwarts too much. She was 16. Her father had to leave without delay. So, they had to move France. Veronica was a witch. So, she could't go muggle schools and they found Beauxbatons.
Personality: She is pretty kind. She can love everyone but no liars. She hate lies and liar but she lie too.. She thinks, it's a estate from her father. She's friendly. She can make friendship easily. But if someone annoy at her, she can be a b*tch perfectly. She doesn't think she's better than anyone. She thinks, everyone's equal, no one's perfect.
Sample RP: Illie and Aaron were sitting at a table in the Three Broomsticks, it was a little after 11:30pm. Illie yawned as she sat there watching Aaron balance a spoon on his nose. She half-laughed and flicked it off right as he got it on right.
He made a cute mad face. "Grr you." He said and joked with her since she made fun of him most the time saying that he was gay because she'd never met his girlfriend before.
Illie took a sip of her warm tea and smirked at him. "Yeah,yeah." She brushed it off her shoulder. She had dyed her hair a reddish purple with black underneath it recently but didn't like it too much so she dyed it back her normal color. She sighed. She was wearing a gray shirt that came down over her shoulders with a teal tank top under it, the gray shirt had green crossbones on it, a black and white striped miniskirt with black and blue striped leggings that went to her ankles, and met her black and white checkered converse. She flipped her bangs from her eyes and sighed looking around the room to see if anyone else had come in.
Must be Sournois
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Post by moonyburlesque on Sept 2, 2007 18:02:08 GMT -5
First Name: Serafina (Sera) Marie Last Name: Grey Age: 16 Appearance: i52.photobucket.com/albums/g3/somethingbecca/ad.jpgHistory: Serafina was born in Winter, her clear blue eyes showing the coldness of her birth season. Her passionate homeland of Wales resides within her, her tongue fluent in many languages. Her parents, both gifted in the art of magic were helplessly sought after by the dark side, but both were fearless members of the order, and fought with grave determination. Sera is often teased for her looks, for looking too innocent. Even when provoked her face will not scrunch up in anger or mirth, but will remain neutral, plain, chaste. Her childhood was filled with teasing, from those who thought she was an easy target. Just a person to play with. Her parents sensing her tension pulled her out of the reach of children of her tender age of seven and took her travelling around the world. Personality: Serafina almost always has a quill in her hand, parchment in the other. Her poetic soul seems to shine through at the least appropriate times. She’s quiet and keeps to herself, but when she’s feels that she has a connection with someone, they’ll find her to have a witty and sarcastic humour. She sometimes regales her friends with stories of her travels. Sample RP: Her fingers traced the dry material of the page. This book had been passed down, generation after generation of her kin. The binding almost seemed like it would fall apart, the slightly faded and worn cover told a story in itself, and yet, as the cover seemed to be willingly falling apart, the pages seemed like new, the corners not worn, the ink not smudged. The black ribbon lay frayed down the centre of the page, the words capturing her. One particular sentence seemed to grip her, and it read : ‘All those who practice magic are false‘. Must be Cossu
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Post by miuccia on Sept 3, 2007 11:42:36 GMT -5
First Name:Miuccia Last Name:Koronova Age: 14 Appearance: Blonde, grey eyed History: Whole family has been in Ravenclaw excpet for brother, a Gryffindor. Parents both work in the Ministry of Magic: father works in the Creature Office and mother works as an auror. Both sides of grandparents are fullblood Veela. Miuccia has previously attended a different school, Hogwarts, but it wasn't good enough. Personality: Likes to read, friends with Lily Lovegood and Helen Tonks. Enjoys Arithmancy. Is a great Keeper. Sample RP: Miuccia's leg had been broken by Dark Magic. Her mother was an auror, and a death eater had cursed Miuccia cos of it. Miuccia grabbed a book and Apparated Side-Along to St. Mungo's. She was reading Quidditch Through the Ages, she loved to read, and she loved Quidditch. "Mother?" "Yes, Miuccia?" "Who was that death eater?" "The name of that one was Bellatrix Lestrange." "Your cousin?" "Yes, the one with your middle name." Miuccia frowned. This was a big disappointment. Miuccia had known that Ms. Lestrange was a DE, but she didnt think shed break a relative's leg. But with most, people, with the Voldemort rising, there isnt much that people wouldnt do anymore. I need more than that on your personality, and you need a better RP.
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