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First Name: Draven
Last Name: Bloodworth
Age: 17
Appearance: Draven is about 6 feet tall, and well built. He has blond hair, that is not quite shoulder length and rather curly. He has very pale skin, that usually needs to be powdered down for cameras.
He is usually refered to as a gothic pirate. This is because, he is usually dressed in all black, with a black fedora hat, and his pet crow Louis purched on his shoulder.
History:
Draven bloodworth is half vampire. His mother is a witch and his father like him is a vampire. The two of them both are able to stay awake during daylight hours because of a potion his father concocted when he was little, that allows Vampires to be awake during the day, but strengthens their bloodlust.
Personality:
Draven is very easy going and easy to get along with most of the time. If you are is friend, he will be loyal to you until the end. If you are his enemy, or you cross him, you will indeed have yourself a formatable enemy.
Draven is the type that likes to be good at what he dose... Even if it means, being good at being bad.
Sample RP:
It was passed midnight. Draven's thirst for blood had been growing ever so rapidly over the passed couple of days. he slowly made his way into a small patch of woods, near his house, and spotted a hooded figure. He'd never seen this man before, and snuck up on him every so quietly. This man was clearly there to spy on him and his father.
Draven snuck up behind the man, and grabbed him around the neck. "What are you doing here?" He asked in a low growl.
"What's it to ya boy?" The man retorted in a low hiss.
"You're on my property is all... Now, are you just going to waste my time?" Draven was clearly getting anonoyed at the man as he tightened the grip he had around his neck.
The man began to shake, and sputtered. "Dirty rotten blood sucker!" With this, Draven sunk his razor sharp fangs into the man's neck, and drained him of his blood, leaving the lifeless corpse for the animals of the woods.

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[lilaharper]

First Name: Lila
Last Name: Harper
Age: 16

Appearance:

History: Lila was raised in the Muggle world. She never knew she was a witch until she got her letter telling her that she was to attend Beauxbatons and that magic really existed. Her parents were proud and hopes that when her younger brother is of age he too will be asked to attend Beauxbatons.

Personality: Lila is a hell raiser, without even meaning to half the time. She gets into trouble or the things and decisions that she makes. She doesn't follow the crowd, usually she's the one being followed. She likes pranks, she likes cat fights, she loves getting an attitude with people. Not that she is mean, it's just fun. She loves her friends and loves being in a loud crowd having fun!

Sample RP:

Lila walked down the streets of London, where she was currently on vacation with her closest friends, trying to find the club her friends had wanted to attend. It was kinda hard for her to hangout with her muggle friends, she couldn't really talk too much about the school she went to, she was afraid of saying too much. She couldn't talk about the classes, the professors, or hardly the people. Just last week John from Potions class had spilled his entire cauldron down the front of his robes, how could she tell that story?

As she came down from the daydream Lila thought she heard something behind her. She stopped walking for a few seconds and heard footsteps before they stopped as well. She became a little nervous and picked up her pace, and put her hand on her wand, ready to draw. She turned a corner and wham ran right into her friends.

"We were just coming to look for you, we were worried." Jessica said.

I laughed nervously and looked behind me, but didn't see anyone. "Sorry I was running a little behind, and got a little lost." I said as we started back to the club.

We got in and sat down and my friend Renee asked, "So tell us more about this school, how are the guys?"

Lila rolled her eyes to herself. It was so hard being a Witch surrounded by Muggle friends.

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[vanyunna]

Tried not to make it too long...
First Name: Andelieve
Last Name: Alexandre
Age: 14

Appearance: Andelive's hair reaches just past her shoulder blades. It's wavy, and so dark that it looks black at times. In fact, unless you see her in the light, you'd never be able to tell that it's brown. She of course washes her hair everyday. She doesn't let it grow past her shoulder blades from the fear of looking like "a hobo", as she would say. At times she has considered going blonde but decided dark hair would do her signature look more justice.

Andie's eyes have to be her favorite feature. This might be because they're not one specific color. The infamous Alexandre chameleon eye was passed on to her. At normal, her eyes are light blue, but have been known to change, depending on Andelieve's mood.(Can be changed if need be)

As far as clothing goes, Andelieve has few limits. She definitely believes that a person should not be defined by their clothes. "Don't let the clothes wear you. You wear the clothes." Her style is pretty typical of someone her age. One day, she might feel like going all out, and the next will be "T-shirt and Jeans Day". Her favorite: A long jacket, shorts, and a hat.


History: Andelieve Rae Alexandre was born on June 5. She and her brother Jensing grew up in the family's mansion in Castleton, a small town in Derbyshire, England. As an infant, Andelieve was loud and obnoxious. She threw a fit when she didn't get her way and loved to throw her food at the opposite wall whenever she didn't want to eat it. This was almost always. After doing this, Andelieve she would exclaim, "All gone!" and smile up at her family with blue-grey eyes.

One of Andelieve's "cuter" episodes was when she was around three years old. Amelia would teach her daughter to clean up after herself. Whenever the desk of her father, Frederique's home office had papers on top of it, Andelieve would decide to help her father "finish" with his important files. Because she was "vertically challenged" at the time, Andelieve would climb atop Frederique office chair and carefully knock the papers to the floor. "Table all clean.", she would say.

Years ago, Andelieve's great, great-grandfather started the family's business. It was passed down through generations and is currently owned by Frederique. Andelieve's older brother, Jensing is next in line. When Andelieve was 4 years old, they moved to their second home in London because it was better for buisiness. Blything Jewels also seemed to attract Muggles who wondered how they got their gems to change color and last longer.

Growing up, there wasn't a lot for Andie to do while waiting to be of age for school. Sometimes Andelieve would go into town with her mother on shopping trips. She loved wizard department stores. She felt that they were her amusement park. She would do crazy things, like hide in circular clothing racks and peer out at strangers while pretending they were "the enemy". One time she had a run in with a boy who threatened her.

When Andelieve was only seven years old, she met her first real love, a magic-derived Bear OdyessyII archery set, bought in Andelieve's favorite department store, of course. There was something about the shiny arrows and wooden bow that fascinated her. From then on, she constantly practiced archery, usually in wooded areas, but never liked to kill any animals, except maybe annoying crows.

Personality: Andelieve was always a very mischievous girl, like her brother. She's also very energetic. This might be because of her slight sugar addiction that has lessened as she's grown older. She has a short attention span, which makes it kind of hard for her to concentrate in class.

Andelieve is manipulative and spoiled. She gets along with trouble very well and is not afraid to show it. At times, she will be blunt if the situation calls for it. She's the kind of girl you love to hate.

Sample RP: "Ha Ha ". Andelieve suppressed her high-pitched giggles as she watched the thin, curly-haired boy jump back in surprise. Once again she had bewitched the circular coat rack the revolve on its own. The boy's face poked in at the girl, nestled cross-legged inside, and scowled.

"Go away!",she hissed at the boy. Her expression went from excitement to annoyance.

"You're just a wretched little twit!", he said to her. He made a fist with each hand. "Which one would you like to meet first?" Andelieve did not reply, but instead held up her mother's wand...

A few minutes later, Andelieve heard her mother's voice calling her. Amelia sighed as her daughter emerged form her favorite hiding place. The six-year-old just smiled up at her innocently. Amelia had dressed her daughter in a short, blue dress with white polka-dots and a pair of shiny, black Mary-Janes. She'd tied the girl's dark brown hair up with a big, white ribbon.

"What did I tell you about taking my wand? It's stealing and wrong." Amelia didn't sound like she was angry. she sounded rather relieved. She took her daughter's hand and led her out of the store. "I don't know how you keep slipping away right under me." What Amelia didn't know was that the curly-haired boy, hands and feet and mouth magically bound, was still hidden in the coat rack. The spell of course was to wear off in a half-hour or so...

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[andrew01]

First Name:
Andrew

Last Name:
Petrelli

Age:
17

Appearance:


History:
Andrew has no idea what he is, a pure blood, half and half, or a muggle born. He lives in an orphanage in Paris after being booted away from all the foster parents that attempted him. He or anyone he knows has no knowledge of his parents and possible siblings. He and a few other of his rebel friends drive everyone insane at the orphanage. He doesn't complain about it.

Personality:
Andrew Petrelli is the kind of guy who likes to start a riot. He loves to sing and play guitar. In the summer he makes money by singing for weddings and such. When he is finished at Beauxbatons, he wants to become a well known singer in the wizardly world. He doesn't know what else he would do.
Andrew loves to play around with his wand. Many times he has started a fire in the potions room, and has put a rock through the wall in charms.
Some kids look up to him. Others look down.
Andrew just tries his best to be himself.


Sample RP:
Andrew Petrelli was snoring loudly. He had been sitting in a chair beside the main room window for a solid 5 hours, staring out at his driveway and had unwillingly fallen asleep with one side of his face pressed up against the window-pane, his glasses askew.
His wand dangled loosely from his fingers, and a letter atop a ripped Beauxbatons-stamped envelope rested under his other hand. The letter, receiving it last night, told him that his carriage will be arriving a little earlier this year.
Andrew had planned to stay up all night because the letter didn't say why it was going to be earlier, or when it was arriving.
His watch started beeping rather loudly. Andrew fell out of his chair. The moment he hit the floor, his heavy trunk tipped over and the letters with his wand was up in the air. He sat up, confused and blinking. He looked at his watch then gazed around the room. It was 6 AM. He yawned, closing his eyes and stretching.
Someone was watching him.
He just had that feeling. In mid stretch and his mouth still wide open, he opened one eye. He was looking out the window, and a beautiful white horse was staring back at him.
He creased his face, wondering why a horse was staring at him.
He jumped up, in sudden realization, and waved stupidly at the horse before getting up to grab his trunk. Orphans had already woken up and were heading to the kitchen for breakfast.
Andrew yawned again, lugging his trunk into the carriage. He came back to grab his wand off the floor, shouted bye to everyone, and boarded the carriage.

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[lynettefaye]

First Name:Lynette
Last Name:Faye
Age:11

Appearance:Long brown hair, bright green eyes. Tan skin and long black eyelashes. Silky blue robes for school and a jean skirt with a baby blue vest. 4
8"

History: Born in a French cottage. Father off working with Dragons in Romania so her mother had no help. Grew up in that same cottage, only seeing her father 5 times a year...holidays and of course her birthday. She ate almost every meal in a muggle French cafe. Except at her muggle school. She went there for 5 years until she got a letter from Madam Maxime telling her she was excepted into Beauxbaton School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was hoping to get into that school just like her mother and father. (She is a pureblood by the way.)

Personality: Sweet and kind. Proud but not boastful. Caring and helpful to others, but always cares what others think of her. Always supportive and trustworthy. Loyal to friends, nasty and mean to enemies. She likes having 1 or 2 close friends and a bunch of other people she kind of knows.

Sample RP:
Lynette was walking through the streets of her home, Paris. Many people thought it was glamorous but Lynette thought it was quite boring. She had walked down the smooth pavement since she was 2 years old. It was the same old thing over and over. She looked around at the muggle tourists from America and other places. They were taking pictures of random places that were normal to Lynette. Lynette approached the tower. The Eiffel Tower. Lynette had gone to the top to many times! She loved to look at the view of the city.

She passed it and made her way to Francis' Cafe. That was where she ate most of her meals and also she was great friends with the 40-year-old Francis. "Hello," Lynette said as she walked through the door. She sat down at a table and ordered her usual coffee and chocolate chip muffin. She drank it while reading the muggle newspaper. The headline read: "Is it Bigfoot?" And then in smaller font under it,"Huge tracks found in forest."

Boy, those muggles could be so dumb sometimes. Lynette took a bite from her muffin and got crumbs all over the newspaper. She brushed them off and put the newspaper on a rack. She went up to the counter and approached Francis. "Hello, how has business been?" she asked, trying to make conversation.

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[criss]

First Name:Criss

Last Name:Peirceon

Age:17

Appearance:

History: Ryan was born into a pure blooded family. Although he isnt as smug, and hostile as his father. He loves being a wizard. When he first found out he was upset that he couldn't go to school right away, but the first chance that he got he took it quicker than anyone could say no.

Personality: Criss has a great personality. He is friendly, and he is very polite. He has to be to make up for the way his family acts. He likes to do things that his family would never approve of. Like trying to make friends whether or not they are pure blood or not. Then again they grew up in a different atmosphere than he did.Criss tries his best to treat people with dignity and respect if they deserve it. If not he will simply treat them the way they deserve.

Sample RP: Criss walked up the stairs to the school. He had just arrived, and was lugging his suitcase with him. It wasn't really hard for him since he worked out almost every day at home. He was looking around the school trying to get a feel of it before he did anything else. It was probably the biggest building he had been in in his life. He had a feeling this was going to be a great experience for him.

He continued walking through the many halls of the school. There were pictures on the walls that seemed like they were watching him as he moved between them. His pace was slow for right now. He wanted to make sure he saw everything there was to see. Then he stopped in front of a door. He didn't know where it led or if it was even off limits, but whatever it was it was calling his name, and his curiosity almost got the better of him. He just stood there for the time being looking at the door, and then after a few seconds he shrugged his shoulders and opened the door. He walked inside it was dark. So he grabbed his wand from a pocket inside his suitcase, and muttered under his breath almost inaudible. 'Lumos' ......

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[kso]

First Name: Ryann
Last Name: Young
Age: 15
Appearance: Click please.
History:

The life of this young girl by the name of Ryann Young started on the date of Tuesday 4th December, 1990.

I suppose you could say ever since birth she was a little antithetic from the crowd around her, however it wasn't because she wanted to be, it was more like a matter of chance, or 'Fate' as some would presumably say, for you see her blood-line was - and always will be - Seer-blood, meaning that they can see into the future and know whats going to happen to whomever person they come in hand contact with.

Ryann - to add onto her fear of people - found out at the age of five that not only was she a Seer, but also half Demon - she had been told that her job was to defend those in need at the age of fourteen, her parents had gave her three weapons of sorts to keep herself safe whilst on her dangerous, yet daring adventures which were the following; Kanesada Shinto Higo Koshirae Iaito Sword, Sai, and Nunchaku. On top of that, her element is Earth, allowing her to cause destruction whenever she pleases, but she decides to shun that talent out of her life for reasons nobody will ever know.

Along with that, she has two sisters - one older and the other younger by the names of Anyu and Belle, together there pretty much an unstoppable team of mischief.

Personality: Ryann is more like a type of person who prefers to keep her life quiet, along with her History - she's not really one to open up so quickly, close or none close, it will always stay that way, no matter what.

With her weapons she quite the creative type, however most the time she's quite sly and always sneeking off somewhere where no one's going to find her (or at least she tries to.)

Sample RP: {this is from another site. xD}

It was quite a sunny day upon this Wednesday evening.

Belldandy stared up at the bright blue sky, her thoughts getting the best of her - like they always did. "Saa do deshou..." She thought to herself, her Japanese culture bombarding her mind. Yes, she does speak Japanese, or at least bits of the language. So it seemed she landed herself on a bridge of some sort - no, she didn't feel that safe in case your wondering - near by a castle she'd been told to go to. "Why did I get sent here anyway?, there's nothing unusual here..." She mumbled to herself, staring down at her clothes - not very humanly now, where they? "Well, I better change them then." Taking out an object out of there pocket, she stared for ages before figuring out it was a stick - or at least in appearance.

Swishing it whichever way she pleased, she became half scared of what just happened for her once very flashy clothes, had now disappeared and replaced with a skirt, short tank top, along with other things too, while her flashy jewelry remained upon her neck, wrists and ears. "Well, this is more than just a stick." Suddenly realizing something she hadn't checked, she looked to see if any switch or trigger was underneath the object which caused her to prod it, seeing if her guesses were right, but sadly, they were not.

"Kso stick." Shaking it up and down, she started glaring at it, becoming confused on what triggered its magic - no, she wasn't the brightest of the bunch. "CHIKUSHOO!" She growled, finally deciding that her attempts where no good. "Stupid stick. Why do people use you?!" Letting out a sigh, she shook her head, placing it in back in her pocket. She'll understand magic one day...

Leaning over the side of the bridge, she looked over at the castle, knowing thats were her studies would begin. She hung her head. "Should probably get to work here..."

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[razzor]

First Name: Eoin
Last Name: Atherton
Age: 16

Appearance:

History: Eoin was born to Kean and Fiona Atherton of Edinburgh Scotland. His Mother is a Metamorphmagus, and his father is a Seer who works for the Ministry of Magic. Eoin like is mother is a metamorphmagus. When Eoin was 10 he got into a fight with some muggle boys and lost the sight in his left eye. Ever since he wear his trade mark eye patch and hates being seen without it.

Personality: Eoin is a very hard working student. He tries to act like the cool guys he's used to hang around with. Under neither his tough guy exterior Eoin is a very sweet guy who would go out of his way to help somebody. He is a very loyal friend and sticks up for those who need help. Eoin is the perfect person to come to when you need someone to talk to. His goofy and upbeat attitude makes everyone around him feel happy-go-lucky.

Sample RP: Eoin Walked to wards the lake and climbed up the old tree. He sat upon a branch and watched all of the other students walk by. "Why is everyone always so busy?" he asked himself as he watched a girl carrying books drop them into the water. "Oh dear." she said as she started to pick them up. Eoin came down from the tree and picked up one of her books and handed it to her. "here you'll need this." The girl took the book and said "Thank you." Eoin picked up the rest and gave them to her saying "Be more careful by the lake." he said and waked off waving to the girl with the books, then climbed back up the tree and took a nap.

For about and hour he stayed up in the tree, plotting, thinking, "What would be the greatest prank of all time?" He had already did so much to annoy some of the other students.
Being a trickster is what he was known for. "I know were to draw the line, but I guess some things can be crossed." he said plotting his next plan, of enchanting all of the broomsticks of all the first year students. Then he thought thats a little childish, he needed something bigger but what? "I need to find someone to be a scapegoat, somehow." he thought. Eoin jumped out of the tree and headed back to the dorm, I' off to find my Scapegoat." Eoin laughed all the way back to his dorm. "The guys will never guess what I've got planned."

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[knockemout]

First Name:Sydni
Middle Name:Trina
Last Name: Harris
Age: 13
Appearance:
History: Sydni has been to many places in the world. Her parents almost got a divorce but Sydni was actually able to help them work it out. She has always been good at making friends and never changes personality. She always is the same girl around everyone, even boys. Her parents weren't crazy about the fact of her dating at first but she wouldn't stop. Her oldest sister always used to tease her and call her "boy crazy" or she said, "I can't believe you don't have to go to an all girl school because you are so boy obsessed." It never bothered Sydni because she knew she was a little boy crazy.
Personality: Sydni is loving, pretty, loves nice boys, and stares at pictures of really cute guys. She also is very nice, funny, smart, very imaginative, cheerful, and stylish. She loves to hang out with her friends and loves to just have fun! She is reliable and trustworthy. She is serious when needed but still can take a joke. She can be a little lazy and clumsy, but thats just her. She does not like it when people insult her(who does) but she doesn't let it go to her head.
Sample RP: Sydni was outside and she got a little bored. She got up and danced like crazy and got tired. She sat back down and to cool herself off, she was going to put her hands in the water and rub her face. As she leaned over, she slipped and fell into the water. As she poked her head out of the water she laughed.

She pulled herself out of the water and looked around to see if anyone saw her. A few people were looking and laughing. She didn't care because she was laughing, too. She had to find a way to dry off. She saw a tree and climbed it. She stood up on one of the branches. "Wind! Dry my clothes!" She laughed as the wind blew through her clothes. She sat back down and climbed onto a lower branch. Sydni fell backward onto the ground. Since the branch was only a few feet above the ground, it didn't hurt.

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[ziggystardust]

First Name: Steven
Last Name: Grey
Age: 17
Appearance: i52.photobucket.com/albums/g3/somethingbecca/BenjaminMcKenzie-1-300.jpg
History: Steven was born in the Winter before his sister, His eyes reflecting the coldness of the season. His parents seemed to favour his sister over him, atleast in his own opinion. In the thrue reality, his parents adored him, shoving aside their youngest daughter just to bask in him. But he sees none of it, he messed around at home, he was a shameless playboy, he felt no remorse in breaking a girls heart as he'd always move onto the next one.
Personality: Can often be described as evil, especially by the girls who give him their heart. His innocent looks mask his true form, which has often been described as the devil reincarnated. He cares not for reading, or for perticularly happy people, he prefers to stay in the dark and stay with those who know him for what he really is.
Sample RP: Steven walked....and walked. his feet dragging behind him. It seemed like he had been walking for miles but in reality he had only been walking for a few minutes.
He kicked a stone with his converse clad feet, his low torn jeans trailed on the ground, his fitted Led Zeppelin T-shirt clinging to his form.
He hated her, he really did. They loved her more than him....he knew it, even when they denied it so convincingly but he knew, he has always known.
Steven looked up, his light brown hair falling mysteriously into his eyes, his eyes darted around. He loathed this part of town, but it was the only place where you could get a decent drink.
He smirked at the girls who walked past him, he smirked and sneered at nearly everyone. He only reserved his smirks for girls, good looking girls at that.

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[zachary]

First Name:Zachary
Last Name: Cartel
Age: 16

Appearance: i193.photobucket.com/albums/z217/xoxo-freakishlyinsane-xoxo/Layout5.jpg

History: Born on April Fool's day, other wise known as April First to some people out there, Zachary Atrius Cartel was born to Anthony and Sabel Cartel, who had been married only for a few months. :0. He was quite unexpected, they didn't know she was pregnant until a few days before, and he was born prematurely, ending up as a four pound baby that could fit into his father's hand. His father did not see much of Zachy, nor did he care to, for he was gone constantly on business trips. He always thought his son was a NancyBoy, which through Zachary into his stage of emo life at the early age of eleven.

Personality: Although he appears to be rough around the edges, and such, Zach is really a kid who plays guitar and writes his own songs. He also likes to take pictures. Lots of them. You will almost always find the kidd chilling under a large, shady tree, camera in hand. Then you'll see the guitar next to him, and a roll of parchment and a quill, in case he gets a sudden idea that he doesn't want to let slip through his fingers like water might.

Zachary is also a very modest guy. He is heir to a fortune, but never liked growing up rich. His mother spoiled him, thinking it would make up for his father's coldness towards her son, but Zachary would decline the elaborate gifts she'd present him with; he'd rather a stud belt than a jewel encrusted watch. In his opinion Less is More.

Perhaps one of the most prominent of his traits is his ability to mesh with other people. He is surprisingly agreeable, and will lend his help to his friends. He is upbeat and perky, but when he's upset, he broods, and he tends to send off vibes that tell people to stay away. He's an odd one, they'd say. :]

Sample RP: "Just..." She struggled with words, as they stabbed at her heart slightly, and she felt a pang of guilt hit her like a rhinocerous. "...forget about him then." She finished weakly. She had hated him for so long she felt like a different person had possessed his body, because he was actually being nice.



"Yes...there is something there. You cared for your mother....I like to think you cared for mine too." She said the last part quietly, and a small, lonesome tear leaked from the crease of her eye. "Je vous en prie. Je devine. Je ne me suis jamais fié en vous. Et je lutte toujours contre cela, comme vous sont la plupart des likey l'action aussi." She half-whispered towards the fountain, facing away from Mal. She didn't like the awkwardness flowing between them.


However, the moment was broken by Mal's unintelligent comments. "I think you mean the first sober conversation we've had, Wilson." He kept his face as stony as the statue. "I must admit..." he couldn't help letting the corner of his mouth twitch into a semi-smile. "Watching you flail around getting covered in alcohol is actually pretty funny." He allowed a brief laugh. "Not to mention, it's the height of my social calender... Hell, it's the only thing on my social calender."


"Well, that just goes to show you haven't a sensitive bone in your body." She turned away, somewhat angry, somewhat confused. She began to leave, but slowly, not in a huff like Pansy, now dead, would have done. Well, no she'd be too busy trying to get back in his good graces.

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[karloboy]

Name::John Jacob
Blood:: Werewolf

History:: John was born to Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Jacob. He was the only boy and the last child in the family. He was really spoiled and was called 'Pampered Boy'. In an instance when he was in a muggle school, his friend said, "Boys shouldn't be pampered. It would make us wimps if, you know what I mean." and left to show-off to a couple of girls. He left laughing his head of and rode home with his chauffeur.

He was then told of his true nature and was excited and was bitten 2 weeks later by Fenrir Grayback. Apparently, his mom refused to follow by Voldemort's orders and Voldemort disappeared a year later. He was smuggled into an unused hut 20 km outside his house. He scratched and bit himself to prevent himself going outside and biting people.

He finally managed to control himself to be behaved because he took wolfsbane potion whenever the full moon was nearing. He took the chance and went to Beauxbatons a few days later.

Personality:: John's a really outgoing guy. He never takes chances. He takes it slow and easy like he always does. Even for a pampered guy, he never rushes things for example, he starts on a relationship and he never really hurries to an engagement. He's often called Mr. Cool. He likes to be with his friends and gf, if he has any, and his best girl buds, if he has any, and he's adventurous like everyone and he outdos it sometimes.

Sample RP:: JOhn woke up at exactly 5 am. "What the hell? 5 am, just 3 hours earlier well, I'll make do with it." he said stubbornly. He stood up reluctantly and changed into a blue sweater and it said, 'Leave me alone, I have skills you don't know.' and faded jeans. The sky outside was dark yet the sun was rising, but light was already breaking the sky.

He skipped 2 steps at a time and a girl walked into him as he landed and her books fell. "Sorry." he said hastily as he helped her retrieve them. He gave her a small smile and left towards the lake. He heard the girl give a giggle and he gave a shrug. Doesn't giggling always have to do with girls??? Nah. He went his own way and saw his friends. "Hey man." he said as he did their handshake. "Wats up?" he asked as he conjured softdrinks. "Nothing much." his friend replied with a smirk. "Busy like beffore?"he asked. "Listen I've got a really good plan that'll fool any body. Say this in English, Naa ko's lata sir." he said. "I have a cancer." his friend replied and he burst out laughing. "That, was really good." his friend said while sopping wet.

Appearance::

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[willow]

First Name: Elizabeth
Last Name: Pluie
Age:14

Appearance:one blue one brown eye

History: Born in a small town outside the large city of London, England on October 6th.She moved to London the year after her parents died in a terrible car accident.She moved into her aunt periwinkle's house. Her aunt had cancer and died the next year.Being tired of the grief, she went to a small garden house in the back of a meadow.She one day got a letter from an odd owl that looked as though he were a cross eyed pig.Elizabeth was soon on her way back to London for supplies; she then was ready for school and what awaited her.

Personality: Elizabeth is a smart sensitive girl who believes that anything is possible. she hopes to one day own a rare creature and be able to take care of herself and others.Someday she will achieve her goals.She is her own person and loves to sing in the rain.When she grows up she hopes to live in the nature.

Sample RP: Elizabeth slowly boarded the train; She was very nervous to meet her new teachers and classmates. Her whole life had been full of loneliness and pain, and this year she was hoping to be different.Maybe she would find a good friend or someone she could talk to without worry.

Elizabeth found her seat in an empty compartment at the back of the train.It was emptied of all but a single piece of chocolate that looked as though it were made from marble.She murmured to herself, "well, better get out of the way."

The door slid open slowly as she loaded her self and her food and money onto the seats.The clock slowly chimed to tell it was slightly before 8 a.m." I can't wait, it will be amazing...i just know it" she softly spoke without a single doubt in her mind.

She slowly sat up as she heard the screech of the train wheels halt.She felt as though her breath was slowing down with the speed of the train. "Almost there." she spoke out as if talking to someone,although there was no one there.Her head felt as though she'd been beaten to a pulp with an orange.She jumped out of her seat and noticed she was not in her school attire.Quickly she got ready and headed off to greet her new school......

Must be Cossu

[zakkarii]

First Name: Zakkarii
Last Name: Smith
Age: 16
Appearance:

Zakk has longish/shortish black hair. And he loves to check his hair everyday and do certain things to make it look crazy. He is a pale white; but doesn't get much sun either way. He has bright blue eyes and looks so innocent. He is not short but is not on the tallish side either.

His clothing is very and truley unique. He loves to wear his muggle clothing and not his robes. He hates his robes; the style just isn't him. He used to get detention for wearing only muggle clothing, but now, well professors have sorta gotten used to it. His bottom lip is piered twice and he has a couple other piercings.

History:

Zakkii was born to a Katherine and Mikayl Smith. He was always made fun of in school for his likes and dislikes. Other boys would tease him out his favourite colour; pink by the way, and his clothing choice. He just ignored them and continued on with his life.

He has the confidence of the world. He was always the one to go through with the dare; no matter how exotic. But now, he has grown and his life is very complactedd. He doesn't know what his future holds or what's going to happen. His blood-line; for both sides of his family; is veela. He's a pure-bred veela.

Personality:

Zakkattack is totally outragous, blunt, and utterly obnoxious. He tells the truth like it is, when it is. He makes comments when no one wants or needs them. Some say he's rude but others say he's outspoken. He ignores all negative comments and just takes the postivie ones.

He absolutely hates people who are closed minded; especially since he's bi. He has been since he was fourteen and all that. Most people make fun of him about that also; but he doesn't let it bother him. It's hisself and not anyone else. That's his motto.

He is so into fashion, shopping, photogaphy, painting, and other creative designing and stuff. He is absoluetely creative and loves kinds of things of the subject. He is totally a girly-guy but he doesn't care what anyone else thinks. It's his own opinion that matters.

Sample RP:

Zakkarii slipped onto the grounds into the bitter night air. The wind blew, making his ears tingle with the briskness of the night. He looked about; to his left, then his right. He saw no one and continued walking, his converse getting wet from the water on the ground.

With his hood pulled up over his head, the rain poured down and he felt the large droplets of water land on his body from the sky. He loved rainy nights; it felt so...comforting. He continued walking, with his hands in his sweatshirt pockets.

The main reason Zakkii was out, was because he was bored. He was always bored. He couldn't remember another time where he was this bored, and it annoyed him so. He couldn't explain it, it just happened that way and it was really frustrating.

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Must be Rouerie

[shannonleurope]

First Name:Shannon
Last Name:Leurope
Age:13
Appearance: Dirty blonde hair, blue-gray eyes. She has shoulder-length hair with beautiful side bangs
History:Shannon was born and half-raised in the United States, but moved to France reluctantly at only age 5, leaving her friends and all of her relatives. She attended a public school until she attended Beauxbaton.
Personality:Shannon is very intelligent and loves to learn and, sometimes, study. She is amazingly sweet, but explodes easily if you tick her off. She ALWAYS speaks her mind whether it can get her in trouble or not, the truth hurts.

Shannon is a very clingy person, when you pull away. She often looks for a friend in anyone, no matter how hated or loved the person is. She loves nature too, she is often founds playing in streams and forests, its where she is inspired most.

Sample RP: Shannon moaned in frustration. Her name should be Clutzilla considering this was only the seventh time she's tripped that day. Dropping her many books, she hastily looked around at the people surrounding her. She gathered her things and rushed away as fast as you could carrying several big books. She looked back as she hid behind a column. No one was following her like usual. Why would someone follow her? 13 year olds don't let people go. She ran to her next class being very stealthy, and no one seeing her either.

Must be Cossu

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