Sorting (Term Seven)

[camycamy]

First Name:Cheyney
Last Name: McCarthy
Age: 14
Appearance:
History: Cheyney lives with her grandmother because when she was 2 her mother was killed and her dad is in the hospital due to a severe magical issue that Cheyney doesn't like to talk about. When she was 4 years old, her grandma told her she was destined to be a fairy just like her great grandmother. She started to sprout the wings when she was 5 and a half years old. She has hid them ever since. She has made a promise to herself that one day she will be open to it at Beauxbatons but deep down, she doesn't think it will happen. Her great grandma has always told her it is a great oppertunity to be a fairy. Cheyney used to have long talks with her great grandma, but since then, the tradition just, faded away.
Personality: Cheyney is a human-sized fairy. She hides her wings from everyone. She could never hurt anyone, unless it was a play slap. She is against every kind of abuse. Because of the type of fairy she is, whenever she is angry, upset, or nervous, her eyes turn a bright purple-ish pink color. She is a party animal and can never just walk up to someone and say hi. She always has long conversations. She isn't really crazy about schoolwork or reading. She would much rather be singing or drawing. Her favorite activities are singing, dancing, pillow fights, jumping on beds, swimming, and being adventerous. She has been climbing trees since she was 3. She has broken 2 bones. She has been told she is very clumsy.
Sample RP: (at home before Beauxbatons, 4 years old)
Cheyney walked downstairs from her room and walked into her kitchen to find her grandma. "Hey, Gradma.(she cant pronouce it yet) Can you get me some fruit from the fridge?" her Grandmother handed Cheyney a fruit. As Cheyney ate it, she heard her grandma talk. "We have to talk." Cheyney didn't understand at first.

She threw away the fruit and walked into the family room. Her grandma followed after her and repeated herself. "What do we need to talk about Gradma?" She told her that she was going to be a fairy just like her great grandmother. "Really? Shweet! So i get to fly and everything?" She was so exited, she didn't realize she would have to hide her wings unti lher grandma told her. She wasn't so happy about this but listened. Cheyney walked back up to her room and went to take a nap.

Must be Cossu

[dreiwolfeyes]

First Name: Drei
Last Name: Wolfeyes
Age: 14
Blood: Fairy-Blood

Appearance: Perfect features, perfect skin, symmetrical body and face, violet wolf like eyes. (hence the name.)

History: Drei lives with his mother, and father. Who, at first look seem normal, but looking closer you can see that their left side of their face is EXACTLY like their right side. Unflawed and perfect. Drei's dad, Troy Wolfeyes, has sharp, cruel, mahogany eyes, flecked with gold and copper, adding to the emphasis on them. Drei's mother, Amanda Wolfeyes, has a slightly softer appearance, her eyes are still sharp but not as cruel, a dazzling shade of heliotrope, her eyes flecked lightly with peridot. His mother is fairy blood his father is pure blood. Drei lives with them in their mansion, atop a cliff, overlooking a large lake.

Personality: Drei, took after his mother quite more than his father. He got his mother's eyes (typical) just a few shades darker, but he has his father's cruel gaze. When he was little he had squinty eyes but as he became older they changed. He enjoys being, unusual. So he likes to wear lots of strange oddities, normally made of metal. Being part fairy, he does have wings, he likes to show them off, so all his shirts have holes to let his wings through. He's normally rather kind, but has trouble keeping calm when others around him look too pretty or make him feel ugly. He likes to read and write. Reading allows him to escape all other problems around him.

Sample Role-play: Drei, woke up, like he would any other day. To a full orchestra playing one of his fav songs. Today it was "I Could Get Use to This" by Ever life. It was a strange choice but it worked for him. After that he ate breakfast, today it wasn't more than cereal for him, which meant that something must be up. He turned to the morning butler and asked, "May I inquire what is happening today?" The butler said, "The mistress is still sleeping and the master was disturbed by a letter from one of his previous schools addressed to you sir." "Well why hasn't he gave it to me? It must be important if someone went to the trouble of writing me a letter." The butler took the empty bowl and placed it in the sink. Then said, "He wanted to talk to you about why this letter has came." Drei, as always, was a bit cross when the butlers were so suck up, like they felt they had authority over him. He walked down the hall, gave a polite nod to the butler, and raced off to his parents' room.

When he reached their room he asked, "Dad? The butler said you had a letter for me that we needed to talk about?" His mother and father were both examining the letter, his father commenting about how he felt they should have used better ink for this letter, his mother admiring the penmanship. "Uh, yes my dear boy." His father said to him, barely looking up from the letter. His mother said, "Now Drei dear, as you know it's only a matter of days till your 14th birthday. And we have been telling you that we have been wanting you to go at least a year at a good school of magic?" He nodded. "Well your father and I wanted to tell you that we may have had our questions answered." His mothers melodic voice seemed so calm even though Drei was having trouble keeping himself calm. "Now, Drei. You have been enrolled in one of the finest schools of magic around, Beauxbatons Academy." Drei was so excited that he snatched the letter from his father's hands. "It's true! I'm going to Beauxbatons!" He cheered while reading aloud the end of the letter,"'Signed Madame Maxime, Headmistress of Beauxbatons.'"

Must be Sournois

[hecate]

First Name: Hecate Bellatrix

Last Name: Chloe Elliott

Age: Almost 16

Appearance: Tall and slim. Her hair color is black and her eyes change colors every few hours. Many people say that she is beautiful in an odd way.

History: Hecate lived in Greece the first 15 years of her life and she attended the Greek School for Magic with her sister for 4 years. She is named after the Ancient Greek goddess Hecate and the star Bellatrix which means "female warrior". She is 1/2 Greek, 1/4 French and 1/4 Irish. Her father Simon Chloe Elliott is 1/8 vampire-blood and her mother Sylvia is 1/2 veela-blood. They are both working at the Greek Ministry of Magic.
They decided to send Hecate to France to attend Beauxbatons and learn French properly.
Her pet is a male cat named Jupiter and her broomstick is a Nimbus 2007

Personality: Hecate is smart but she doesn't know it. She doesn't study a lot and she thinks that school isn't the most important thing in her life. She is very sarcastic and sometimes she can be mean. She loves reading literature and listening to muggle rock and metal music. She is very proud of being pure-blood. Her favorite lessons are Potions and Dark Arts.

Sample RP: Hecate woke up and went to the bathroom. As she was washing her teeth she could hear her parents fighting.
"Simon, you can't let her go alone to France", her mother shouted.
"Sylvia, she is not a three year old. She can take care of herself."
"I know it, but I don't want her to go to Beauxbatons by broomstick. She could go by the magic train or by airplane."
"Syl, Hecate is a witch. If she will have a problem, she can do magic. Don't be so overprotecting".
"But..."
"What are you afraid of Sylvia? Mean dark wizards may attack her? We are the dark wizards. Nobody will harm her", said Simon in a sarcastic voice.
Hecate stood near the kitchen door and said to her mother:
"I'll be all right, OK? I know how to survive".

If you're not going to post a picture, you need a little more detail in appearance. Also you need to work on your RP.

[blackandwhiteroses]

First Name: Roseline (Rose) - Mary

Last Name: Nightdream

Age: 16

Appearance:

History:Born in the north of Scotland has recently moved lower down to the south west. She was home schooled for 2 years before attending beauxbatons. Her father is a vampire and her mother is a witch, both pure bloods of their own race. She is the their 3rd child and the only girl out of them. Her twin brothers are a vampire and a wizard is separate but acknowledge each other and look out for each other using their own abilities. Rose is the only half-vampire half witch known in Scotland so she struggled to ft in, even with the family friends she was introduced to, they either beat her up or tried to kill her. Eventually she became a recluse and only ever came in contact with her family for meal times, at which she was deadly silent and rushed off when she was finished. Her academic achievements are greatly improved since she was self schooled. she spends her time reading alone in her room which is always engulfed in black. Her mother and father have tried to coax her into other activities but the only thing she took an interest to is animal care and archery.

Her old friends made before she moved were minimal to 3 and they accepted and treated her like they did each other, they realized her kind and motherly nature toward them but her spiteful and aggressive face she put up around others, she was bullied so badly in her hometown that she eventually sought out to attack her enemies, after controlling her urges it was too late and she had became adapted to being half vampire and thought a best bet would be to persuade her parents to move.

Personality:
She is a caring soul at heart but she has had to make herself apathetic to peoples needs from her days of being bullied, she has a tendency to have violent mood swings and vampire urges but has a clear warning to people when she does as she refused to kill anyone again. She will do whatever it takes to look out for her friends and family, even if that included risking her own life. She fights fiercely and mercilessly for the ones she loves and hopes to prove herself to her father and make him a proud vampire.

She is a very smart and hard working girl who enjoys being a smart person and refuses to become behind on her work. She has only ever got less than 100% on a test once when she had to be taken out of the test because she was becoming a vampire. Other than that she is a determined girl.

Sample RP:
Rose moved along the branch of the tree, feeling the wind whip her skin lightly as she balanced, arms out wide on top of the giant oak. A small smile played across her face as she concentrated on not falling and getting hurt, she knew she wasn't able to die from falling. Vampires don't die that way, but it would hurt alot. Rose pulled her arms toward her slowly, yelling down to her father, "look daddy, i can do it!" she started wobbling slightly but balanced herself again before continuing to walk.

She had been practicing her balancing with her father for only a few ours but found out she had a knack for it. Her father believed that being able to balance, as well as being able to hunt food and look after nature were the main things a vampire needed to survive.
Looking down again at her father she questioned him for the umpteenth time, "Daddy why do i need to do this again, i can already hunt. Why does balance affect my life" she started whining about not wanting to be up in the tree but kept walking. Trying to prove she was as good as him.

"Fine then daddy, I'll finish the stupid walk, but there had better be a point to this!" she giggled, the smile reforming on her face as she hushed down, listening to the quiet chirping of the birds around her in the vast forest.

Everything is fine but your capitalization, which when you start RPing will be important, so please fix that and I can sort you.

Must be Rouerie.

[lenalaclair]

First Name: Lena
Last Name: LaClair
Age: 13

Appearance:


History: Lena grew up in Paris with her mum, Briette, and her father, Pierre. She had a little sister named Marie who idolizes her. The two sisters were always very close and did practically everything together. They both love to act and sing. Nothing major ever happened in Lena's life until she found out a secret about her mum. Her mum had a bit of vampire blood and the two sisters both had some of it too. This shocked them both and Lena realized why she hated being out in the sun. After all, it did make sense.

Personality: Lena is very outgoing and silly. She loves to have fun and is very loyal. Lena can be very stubborn and has a bad temper when provoked. She loves to read and laugh. Lena is never very shy and always tells the truth no matter how harsh it may be. Lena can be a bit annoying to some people but she doesn't mind. She has a sharp mind and a quick tongue.

Sample RP: Lena hopped from foot to foot. Despite the usual warmth of early fall, it was chilly right now. Her sister Marie tugged on her arm and looked beseechingly up at her. With a sigh and a smile, Lena picked her up to try to keep them both warm. The girls huddled together, both wondering what Beauxbatons was like. Lena was going very soon.

She knew Marie would sorely miss her but little Marie would be going too in a few years. Lena took one arm away from Marie to push back her dark hair. It was quite long by now despite the many times it had been cut. Lena made a quick decision. Putting Marie down, she shrugged off her coat and draped her sister in it.

"Marie? Would you like to play tag with me?" she asked her sister, bending down to look straight at her. Marie smiled and put her arms through the coat. They buttoned it up and Lena jogged a couple feet away. Despite her age, Marie was quite fast so they were always evenly matched.

"Better start running!" Lena called to her sister. The two girls raced back and forth across the back yard until, breathless but warm, they were called in for dinner.

I need a little more on your personality.

EDIT: Fixed

Can you please RP with your current character and not with something from a different site.

EDIT: Fixed

Thanks for fixing it all. Must be Rouerie

[elijah]

First Name:
Elijah "Elia"

Last Name:
Bedeau

Age:
Seventeen

Appearance:


History:
The Bedeau family hasn't always lived in their current house. A long while ago, right after the eldest daughter was born they moved away from a small and comfy city in Italy. They said it was to dirty and poor. (The Bedeau's are very rich because of Mrs. Bedeau's job.) All that Iris (The eldest daughter) remembers of the town was that they lived in an apartment right above a market place and there was always a great deal of shouting going on. Whenever someone in the family sees a poor soul or sight they always spit on the ground and say "Ow, it's a filthy Italian!" as if all Italian people and places are poor. The family of three (at the time) moved into a large white mansion in the hills of England's country sides. They bought an especially big estate because they planned to expand their family and it was a good thing they did buy such a large home.

When Elijah was 7 her mother took a rather long "trip", but would not tell anyone where she was going. She did not return for two entire years and when she did she smelled horrible and looked like she hadn't slept in a week! Besides the occasional banging heard from the mysterious room in the Leon home nothing out of the norm happens while at home.

Beauxbatons is the place where disaster is created!

Personality:
Growing up in a household were being rude was in a way expected can really take a toll on one's personality. Ainsley never knew of the word respect except when honoring past and present followers of the dark lord. Her five older sisters were very protective of her and formed a sort of mouse like feel to her when entering a new atmosphere, but when she is in a place that is well-known and comfortable to her she walks around like she's the queen. Elijah is not afraid to speak her opinion and sometimes gets her into trouble because of it and has hurt a few hearts in the past as well. She will protect her own heart at any cost, but will sometimes do the exact opposite and do whatever it takes to shatter someone else's.

Sample RP:
Ash of a fireplace felt odd under her shoes. She nodded to her father as he took a silver, sleek pot from a table. He opened the lid and offered a gray powder to Elijah. She took a handful, a small portion of the content sliding out of the gaps between her fingers. "Beauxbatons!" She yelled and threw the powder down. A silver burst of flames engulfed her suddenly and a few of her sisters jumped back. They knew it would happen for they were all over the age of 20 and had completed their education at Beauxbatons, but seeing anyone being eaten by flames does make the airs on her airs stand on edge a tad. The man who had given Elijah the powder now took a handful for himself, the extra sliding out of his hands as well. He ducked as he stepped into the fireplace and shouted.

"Beauxbatons!" And suddenly the same happened to him as it had happened to the girl. Elijah spotted the man who had been her father and briskly walked over to him. He put hugged her with one arm and she put one around him, looking up at him and smiling.

"Here we go." She said quietly under her breathe and taking a deep sigh.

Must be Sournois

[neenor]

First Name: Pilot
Last Name: Decour.
Age: Sex and ten.
Appearance:

Gorgeous. Can I say anything else?
History: 1991 came and went without shock until Pilot decided to take his god-awful time to be born. A few weeks over-due and the wrong way round, even then he couldn't do a simple task normally. His parent's sent him off to primary school when the time came, and immediately he fitted in, experimenting with little boys and girls fashions in the toy house like the rest of the class. He even managed to convince a substitute teacher that he was Sindy the new girl in class- something that has never stopped following him around after. His grades weren't the best, and he wasn't the smartest in the bunch, but you have to admit that classes were more fun when Pilot was around. All in all, he's still in primary school- just a little bit older and a little bit more popular. Even when he finally realised that females just didn't give him that thrill, he wasn't outcasted like many children are- he'd been lucky. When he was eleven he got the beauxbaton's letter. It took a couple more owls before his muggle parent's believed it though, but Pilot had already taken to brushing the floors on his 'broomstick' and magically tidying his room. [Unfortunately, he hadn't quite 'mastered' the 'spell' yet with his 'home-made wand', so the room stayed as untidy as ever.] It was with almost relief that he set off to the school, leaving his parent's in peace and quiet, instead bring Beauxbaton's the regret of sending that letter.

Personality: Little kid. Little bit older. Pilot isn't booksmart. He isn't mean, but neither is he going to suddenly love you like he's known you for a lifetime. He's laid back and takes time to do things and make up his mind. Very slow. Very lazy. But entertaining at the same time. His life is a bundle of laughs- his hidden talent is the kareoke with a hair brush trick. He lives to amuse people, popularity being his target, just like any other teenager. The good thing is, he's hard not to like. He just seems to get on with everyone. Most of them anyway, but you'll know if you're not his favourite person in the world. Honesty has no limits. Forgiveness isn't always the right move. It's funny though. Fighting is his worst habit, and yet, he's rubbish at it. Come backs are his nightmare, but even still he'll keep at it. Anyway, he's a singer at heart. All that screaming as a kid must have strengthened his vocal cords or something because he's got such a voice that even if he wasn't so totally good looking [did i mention his ego can be a bit large sometimes?] you'd still fancy the boxers off of him. Too bad girls, he doesn't swing that way. Romance then, because of that, isn't all that nessessary for him. It's liked of course, but when you have to move carefully around the feller's, you get used to being single. Not that he has anything to hide- actually, not that he could hide in the first place. He'd as rubbish as lieing as he is with fighting. Which can be pretty awful. A spot? Nuuu no no no, I don't see one. Never. Unless you count that red thing there.. You get the idear- he's an allround good guy.

Sample RP: [oh my giddy god, don't you just hate these.]
Summer was starting. The bird's were out, abnormal ripples were coming from the creatures in the lake, the rank smells of who-knows-what-plants down by the greenhouses filled the air, so much so that Pilot had to pulled the bottom of his t-shirt to his nose. It was pretty depressing having to do that but still it was an intresting thought. "Summer's starting." Pilot repeated to the people beside him. There was a lot oh 'mmm's and sounds of agreement, but he waited until he had silence before going on. "It's warm." More 'mmhmm's. Someone even went far enough to ask if they smelled all sweaty. Again silence and then, "Anyone into skinny dipping?" The silence continued, and he shrugged, still staring up at the clouds from his grassy-spot underneath the oak tree. Well, what he could see of clouds through the trees. Eventually the silence made him fidgit and he sat up. "Whaaaat?" He asked, realising they'd been staring at him. Both girl's and boys looked at each other with raised eyebrows, more 'mmhmm's but these sounds more sarcastic. After some more cave-man like noises, they all laid back again, enjoying their free period to just lie in the sun. If they bothered to look about, they'd see it looked like a warzone, everyone just dropping on the grass like dead people. Morbid thought. It was almost as bad as those damn plants. The silence continued. "What about skinny-dipping-" Shufflings as people tried to sit up again, "-With clothes on?" The shuffling stopped and someone asked, "You mean swimming?" They asked incredulously. Gasps all around as the realisation that Pilot had said something worthwhile until the agreeing started again. Everyone tried to stand up, against the blazing sun, blinking as they opened their eyes. Pilot made it half ways before he found himself panting and a new idea came to mind. "Anyone want to lie here?" He offered. The noises changed to groans of relief. Finally. A good idea.
[and that is why i hate sample rps]

Must be Cossu. But just check your spelling, I caught a few errors.

EDIT || erp. sorrehs. forgot to spellcheck. :] thank'ee anywhos.

[ashboy06]

First Name: Ashton (Ash)
Last Name: DelMontre
Age: 15

Appearance:

History: Ashton was about 10 years old when his family realized his creativity. He likes to make wild things, like sculptures out of bottles, and crazy junk like that. When he was 11, he gained his interest for girls. He has had about 2 girlfriends since then. His parents are divorced but he still gets to see both of them. He has gained knowledge that everyone in his family before him has had something special about them. (Fairies, wolves, physics, ect.) He is destined to have one of these powers, too, he just hasn't found it yet.

Personality: Ash is is really funny and can always take a joke. He really doesn't have an interest for school. He doesn't like to be mean but occasionally [yet very rarely] he does yell at someone. He has been told he is charming and creative. He does like art, and when he does write, he likes writing in other colors than black or white. He has had an interest for animagi. If he met someone that was an animagus then he would try to talk to him a lot, but he really doesn't prefer people over each other.

Sample RP: Ash walked outside for a secret meeting that a girl arranged with him. He looked around and didn't see her yet. Maybe he was early, he didn't know. He walked over to the lake and because he was wearing shorts, he was able to walk a few inches into the water. Ash picked up a few shells. He put them into his pocket. maybe he could make something out of them later. 'Oh no!' he thought. he just remembered that he wasn't supposed to meet that girl at the lake. He was supposed to meet her on one of the benches but a huge tree.

He found the bench she was sitting on. "I am so sorry i'm late!" She forgave him and they had a long conversation. He began to have a crush on her, but he didn't have the chance to ask her out. She had to leave. There was no one else to talk to out here. Nobody came out here anymore. He wondered why the meeting was secret. maybe she was going to ask him out? he remembered the shells in his pocket and found a shell and a string on the ground. he picked up a sharp rock and began to make a necklace for her next time they saw each other. He finiched the necklace and wanted to do something adventerous. He was going to see how high he could climb into a tree. He ran to the nearest tree able to climb and began to climb.

Must be Cossu

[punk]

First Name: Veronica
Last Name: Wells
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Veronica is an only child. She has been living by herself ever since her parents past away 5 months ago. It took awhile for Veronica to finally get over them and move on with her life. Her best friend, Lily told her to go ack to school and maybe that'll help forget about them. And her she was, here at Beauxbatons. Moving on with her life. Finding new love and new friends. Hopefully someone that she can trust.
Personality:
Veronica is a very shy girl. She likes to talk in little words. Veronica isn't as wild as her other friends, she's always in her room reading or something. Her friends would be somewhere partying. Ever since her boyfriend dumped her 2 months ago, it was pretty hard for her to trust anyone anymore. Things have been really tough for her. If you want her trust, you'll have to show her that she can trust you. Right now, the only thing she can trust is her little puppy, Zachy. He's always there for her and is a really good listener. She can always tell him her secrets and problems. So anyways, Veronica is really quiet. It's kinda like is is an flower that isnt bloomed yet. If you get to know her more..you start to gain your trust and there, the flower is open. Once she gets to know you more, she wont be that quiet anymore. She is a really nice person, but can be really emotional if anything were to happen to her friend or anyone she knew.
Sample RP:
Veronica wondered deep down into the enchanted wood hoping to find some adventure. It was a nice sunny windy day to hang there. She loved the sound of the wind rushing through the tree leaves. Veronica walked and walked until she heard foot-steps. It sounded like someone was following her. She quickly turned around as she head them again. "Whose there?", she asked hearing silence. She was really scared and didn't know what to do.
Seconds later she decided to keep walking and ignore the foot-steps. Thud thud. She listened. The foot-steps were getting closer and closer, she began to run and run and stopped and turned around. She saw a shadow behind the tree to her right. Her heart raced faster and faster as she walked towards behind the tree to the shadow. Thud thum. Thud thum.Her heart went. Her eyes widened as she saw the figure. She wanted to scream but nothing came out. She turned around and ranas fast as she could out of the woods. Veronica was never eer going back into the woulds again. Everytime anyone would ask her what happened her what she saw, she couldn't describe and tell them anything.


Your personality is a bit vague. Please add a little more to it.

edited!

Thanks. Must be Rouerie.

[ladyrei]

First Name:Monika
Last Name: Sronkova
Age: 15
Appearance:
History: Monika was born in Cherkessia, Russia to Her father Jozef, a muggle, who married her Russian Veela-blood Mother Yeva. When Monika was two her family went back to her father home town of Liberec in the Czech Republic. Monika found out that she was a Veela from her Nana, who Monika lived with for three years in Cherkessia. At the age of 4 Monika’s little brother Dmitri was born. Monika is very close to her little brother, especially after he got sick and lost the use of his legs. By the time Monika was 15 Dmitri was hospitalized but no one would let Monika know what was wrong with him. So before she left home to go to Beauxbaton’s Academy she made a promise to Dmitri to write to him when ever she could, and she would learn some way to help her little brother.
Personality: Monika acts like everyone’s big sister even if they are older than her. She can be kind of shy around certain people she likes, but besides that she is a chatter box. Monika finds people fascinating especially their ascents and their different languages. Books are Monika’s best friends, she can always be found with one or she’s thinking about one. If you ever want to know then end of a book Monika is you new best friend. Even though Monika likes to talk she also likes to listen to people. She often spaces out and can be random. However Monika is usually serious about things but can be a girl and wig out at people. She is not someone you want angry with you. Her philosophy is always get even, no one walks over you.
Sample RP: Monika sat on the cold steel bench in the hospital corridor, with a vase of Irises on her lap. The name plate on the door beside her read: Dmitri Sronkova. She waited for the nurse to leave to room. Her thoughts played over and over in her head it drove her crazy. In a few days she would be leaving to go to Beauxbaton. The nurse left the room and told Monika she could go inside now. Monika opened the door with the Irises hidden behind her back.

Dmitri was lying in bed looking at the rain outside his window. Monika walked in slowly, “Dmitri.” She said trying to gain his attention. Dmitri turned his head towards her and smiled, “Hey big sister.” Monika walked up to his bed and put a hand on his head “How are you feeling love?” Dmitri caught sight of something behind her back. “I’m alright. What’s that?” He asked pointing behind her. Monika showed him the Irises, “I wanted to surprise you.” She said and placed them on the night stand. “Dìkuji, big sister.” He said with a smile. Monika took the chair from the corner and put it close to his bed, then leaned against the bed railing. “I’m happy you’re here.” Dmitri said sitting up in the bed, placing his hand over his sisters. “Well I’m glad to be here,” Monika said rethinking what she said “that kind of sounded wrong.” Dmitri laughed at her, and Monika’s face turned red. Dmitri’s laugh died down, and then his eyes went from hers to his feet. “Two more days huh?” he asked her and squeezed her hand. Monika was sadden and choked on her words “Yeah, two more days.” Dmitri lifted Monika’s hand seeing that she was very sad. “You will write to me? Like you promised.” He asked her. Tears swelled up in Monika’s eyes “Yes,” she said trying not to cry, “I’ll write to you every day.” A single tear slid down Monika’s cheek, “Please don’t cry big sister, you can see me when ever you want. You are a witch after all.” He said patting her on the head. Monika looked up at her brother’s face, and the tears she held back over spilled. “I’m gonna miss you so much Dmitri.” She said hugging him goodbye. “I know Monika I’ll miss you too.” A few hours passed and Dmitri fell asleep, Monika however, stayed in the room until visiting hours were over. “I promise you brácha, I will find some way to make you better.”

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You need to fix your name in your profile before I can sort you.

Ok fixed

Must be Sournois.

[eekk]

First Name:
Cora
Last Name:
O'Sullivan
Age:
16
Appearance:

History:
Cora Truman was born in Cork, Ireland, to her mother Bella Dautry, and father Dermot O'Sullivan. Bella Dautry was originally French, but her family moved to Ireland during the infamous Potato Famine, as they thought it would be an opportunity to get some land that they could pass down through the generations. Her father was Irish, and came from a very respectable Wizarding Family, who had all attended Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry.
When Cora was born she lived a full and for-filling life, but her parents died of unusual circumstances when she was just 7 and she was shipped off to France where some of her mother's ancestors still lived. After a short while of living there she soon found out her history; how her Great-great Grandparents were of Elven blood, and how her Grandfather had gone against his parents wishes and married the muggle-born farm girl.
Personality:
Cora has acquired a sense of humor that not everyone understands; what with her wit and sarcasm, but still has the ability to cheer anyone up with the drop of a hat. She's a good listener, and helps people with their problems a lot too much for her own liking, but grins and bares it. Her personality can change quickly; at one point she can be very sensible and quiet, but before you know it you have an extremely hyper person upon your hands.
She's intelligent and she knows it, but she is not one to complete her homework, and is always getting detentions for it. Cora doesn't need to revise to do well in her exams, and seems to get top marks everytime without it. As well as being intelligent she is very creative, and enjoys doodling on every clean surface, whether it be someone's hand or the wall beside her bed.
Cora's a daydreamer, but is also very passionate, fighting for any causes she thinks are just, such as vegetarianism and animal rights.
But, she's indecisive; trying to make up her mind on any subject is a hard task, and she often finds herself relying on others to do it for her.
She's honest, but brutally honest, she won't lie unless it's for her own benefit, and if she thinks someone's hair is a mess, she won't stop to think before telling them so. Being selfish and stubborn are not too far away from Cora either.
Finally, she's a procrastinator, and will leave everything until the last minute, but when she gets her head down everything must absolutely perfect.
Sample RP:
Cora walked among the trees, her feet stepping upon the first honeyed gold, crimson and amber leaves that had come with the autumn months. The moon shone brightly between the trees as they stood tall, like magnificent giants, the light streaking the forest floor and reflecting off Cora's blonde hair.
Her pixie boots began to rub, a sure sign that she should return to the Castle and leave the solitude of the Enchanted Wood, but instead she sat down upon the leaves, her skirt spread out around her. Cora took a deep breath, letting the crisp air flow through her lungs and took her boots off, laying them down beside her. She knew she should be wary of the creatures that prowled the wood, but couldn't help but feel relaxed.
A crack echoed through the trees, and Cora spun around her eyes immediately looking for any sign of movement. She slowly stepped back, trying to find her voice, "Is any body there?", she wavered. [/size][/color]

EDITED.

Not much of a change, but I suppose it Must be Sournois.

[adelina]

First Name:Adelina Noelle
Last Name: De`yannor
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Adelina was borne in Paris, France to a well know and very rich family. She is a veela but because of her father she has brown hair. She was born smart and a beautiful baby that no one could take there eyes off of. She grew up in a pure blood family that taught her magic as soon as she could produce it. She had no sisters or brothers and had the finest things. By 11 years old she was sent to Beauxbatons which happened to be the finest wizarding school in the country. There she met people and made friends and enemies.
Personality: Adelina is annoyingly stuck-up. She considers her self the best of the best because she is pure veela and nothing else. And since veelas are known for their tempers, things for you can get pretty hectic for you if you ever get her mad. For a girl, it usually results in stealing your boyfriends. The good think is that Adelina doesn't angery that often, but you must really crossed the line for her to come after you with revenge. Aside from her anger issues and snobbiness, she is pretty fun to hang out with, if you are on her list of good to best friends. Sample RP:
Adelina ran through the halls of her school in search for her best friend, Amelle. She had important gossip news about a boy Amelle happened to like. Turning a corner she bumped into a first year. They both fell over with a huge crash. Surprising no one came to see what just happened and the halls stayed clear. This was good for she could get in big trouble for running around the school at her age.

Getting up Adelina Noelle dusted herself off and looked around at the girl she had knocked into. "So sorry for that. But please watch where you are going." Helping the girl up, the little girl gave her a dirty look. "But it was you who ran into me! Not me...Whatever.." She guessed the little girl knew that she couldn't win this battle against her. That would just be a waste of time really. The girl stomped off to her classes, leaving Addie less time to find Amelle and tell her the good news.

Sorry, but I can't sort you yet. You need to work on your spelling, grammar, and sentence structure. The way your personality is worded in some sentences is a bit awkward.

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[ignoranceisbliss]

First Name: Adrien
Last Name: Moreau

Age:17

Appearance: He has brownish hazel eyes and long blonde and brown dreadlocks that he normally wears in a ponytail. Adrien is tan and thin and he likes to wear baggy clothes. He has his lip pierced on the left side of his bottom lip and straight white teeth.

History: Adrien is an orphan, or should I say “was“. His parents died when he was two so he has no memories of them what so ever. Even though they died when he was so young his so called “family” were kind enough to make sure he knew that he was a wizard, but they weren’t kind enough to take him in. Every once in a someone from his mother’s side will visit him but he doesn’t think much of it.

When people ask him if he misses his parents he tells them “How can you miss what you’ve never had?”. It’s not that he doesn’t ever wonder about them, he’s just used to the fact that they weren’t around while he was growing up.

He lives with his most recent foster parents Sylvie and Gerard. He’s almost certain they’ll get rid of him just like the others. Adrien has a habit of getting into trouble and most of the time the parents that think they want him end up sending him back to foster care. There’s something different about these people though that’s making him not want to go back to the foster home.

Personality: Adrien’s somewhat of a cynical person when it comes to things. He has a sense of humor, but it’s normally sarcastic. When he is genuinely laughing it’s something to be cherished because as soon as he realizes his guard is down he immediately puts it back up. He’s not anti-social, but he’s not social either. It’s a habit he has from being thrown around so many times, he’s never really been able to have any long lasting friends.

RP: Sylvie and Gerard had decided to see Adrien off, much to his surprise. He wasn’t accustomed to his foster parents showing any kind of affection towards him and he wasn’t exactly sure how to take it.

“One minute till boarding!” The train conductor called out.

Adrien awkwardly hugged Sylvie and Gerard and then said his goodbyes. “Um.. So I guess you want me to write to you every once in a while?”

“Of course honey!” Sylvie said while kissing him on the cheek affectionately making Adrien blush.

Turning to look at Gerard he saw him nod in agreement and Adrien realized they were actually being sincere. He quickly turned away from them before they saw him smile and he hurried onto the train.

Must be Sournois.

[alexis]

First Name: Xianex (Jacob)

Last Name: Annaliese

Age: 17

Appearance: i177.photobucket.com/albums/w228/lexylulu242/Trios%20Pics/thanksforthememories.jpg
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History: Jacob was born in America on July 28, 1989. But he was put into foster care as a baby. His real mom was unable to take care of him so she gave him up for adoption. He was moved all around America before being adopted into the Annaliese family in 1993. His new family then moved to a Villa in France where he currently is living now.

Personality: Jacob is like any other teenage boy. He loves the ladies and is a ladies man. He can get any girl to fall head over heels for him Jacob is very cocky and he loves to stand out in a crowd. He can be seen dancing in the middle of the grass by himself. But when he first meets some one hes really really quite. Jacob likes to write music too.He is very out going.

Sample RP:
I hope you don't mind that my sample is from one of my other sites I'm on

The fifth year Hufflepuff began walking by Walker Lake. He wore a white dress shirt with a tie. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows. Around his belt was a razor blade belt buckle. Normally he didn't wear belt buckles but this particular day he felt like wearing one.

Jacob looked at the green grass as he walked in a solitary state. What else was there to look at? The roses? What was so great about roses? They were pretty from the time their a bud till the blossom. Then what then? They fade away, just like the leaves change in color.

Life and death. That was everything. You live for a couple years or weeks if you were a rose then you just faded away like dust. Did anyone ever remember a particular rose? Just one rose. Jacob Bell highly doubted it.

The weather at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry was beginning to get cold. Colder than what Jacob liked it to be. The weather that he liked was very sunny with wind. The type of weather that gave you sunburns. Not this weather that was all chills. Jacob would soon be wearing his new Chiodos hoodie or My Chemical Romance hoodie. He'd wear that hoodie twenty-four seven. It was way too cold in the dorms to have any comfort.

Jacob looked up to see a bench. A long wooden bench with iron legs. He took a seat not wanting to walk anymore. The Hufflepuff brought his feet up to him and sat Indian Style on the hard bench. But to his surprise he was quite comfortable in this setting. Jacob took a deep breath only to sneeze. And to sneeze again. The fifth year always sneezed twice. Always. You could always count on it.

His head began drifting off into the unknown. What could he be possibly thinking about? His life, his future, the past. Everything.Jacob was tuned out to the world as the wind began ruffling his hair.

Must be Sournois

[carrieharkins143]

Name: Carrie Beth Harkins
Age: 15
Birthday: October 25th, 1991
Blood: Veela-Blood
Appearance:


Personality:

Independent;
I think that I can do everything on my own, that I don't need anyone there to catch me when I fall. I've been hurt a lot of times by the people I trust and I've finally built a high enough wall to hide myself behind. No one gets passed it, no one ever will.

Complicated;
I pretend that things are okay, that my life is perfect. People who look at me think I have it all, maybe I do, but I always have something going on with me. I don't want people to ask me what's going on really.

Intelligent;
For the life I lead, I'm actually pretty smart. I catch on quickly & I'm not afraid to raise my hand in class. I prefer to be very successful then popular, but both wouldn't hurt.

Athletic;
I'm fit. I like to run and do other things including running, hitting, kicking. I used to play Football for an all girls team in Primary School with my sister, Alexis.

History: I was born in Yorkshire, England with my Mum, Dad, and older sister, Alexis. We lived in a nice comfy home, fit for a family like us. It was really nice growing up in a really stable house, 'till the divorce happened. I don't know why it did, my mom doesn't like to talk about it, but I remember my dad just walking out of the house. He gave my sister & me kiss before he picked up his suitcase, looked at my mom one last time, and then got into his car. It was really crappy after he left. I guess I was a daddy's girl, so I wasn't used to him being gone. I kinda rebelled. I didn't want to do anything with my mom, I thought that she was the one who caused the whole thing at the time. I think I went a whole 2 weeks without talking to her and then I decided to because I was lonely with Alexis being around her friends a lot more then usual. I heard from my dad a year later after the divorce so I was turning 13. It'd been so weird to hear his voice over the phone. I remember crying and then laughing, to crying again. Then we hung up after "Good-bye" and I haven't talked to him since. My mum said that he was on a trip or whatever, but I know she's lying. I still think about him a lot... I guess that's why I built that wall to hide behind, because of him leaving me. But here I am, at Beauxbatons standing tall and keeping my head up high. Nothing can bring me down at this point.

Sample RP:



"Carrie! C'mon talk to me!" Alexis yelled as she stompped her feet up the stairs.
"Leave me alone!" Carrie screamed and darted for her room, slamming the door shut, and locking it before Alexis could even reach the top of the stairs.
"You can't hide in your room forever." Alexis commented, taking in deep breaths once she reached Carries room. She turned around, pressed her back to the wooden door, and slid down to the floor as she breathed in and out.
"Yes I can! I'm never coming out of it! Not until he comes back home!" Carrie screamed again and threw herself onto her twin sized bed, two tears streaming down her face.
"He won't come back Carrie. He said good-bye..." Alexis spoke and closed her eyes, keeping the water in her eyes. She didn't want to cry... not over 'him' at least. "He left us." She added on.
"He didn't say good-bye forever." Carrie whispered to herself and buried her face into her pillow, sobbing into it, letting it absorb the water in its cotton.

[Sorry, it's not that long.]

It would've been nice if you had followed the format given. Must be Sournois.