Sorting (Term Seven)

[moidixmoix]

First Name:Alexander
Last Name: Bristow
Age: 16

Appearance:

History: Alexander was brought up in private school after private school. His life was filled with etiquette lessons and strict moral codes. All that strict up bringing caused him to rebel, he grew his hair long wore make up and did just about anything to stand out in his parents pristine existence. Now that he's grown he sort of regrets being so rebellious, three years ago his parents died in a horrible plane crash. That is, they believe them to be dead. Their plane went down over the ocean and not even one passenger ever turned up. He struggled with depression the first year. It consumed him almost to the point of suicide, but with the help of his caring sister Emily (the only family he has left) he adjusted to life without his parents. They moved out of the families mansion in the hill sides and into a two bedroom apartment. They've been living on their families savings. His sister brought in a steady salary working as a tour guide, and Alexander brought in a bit of cash during the summer working as a waiter in the local cafe. Going to this school should be good for him, he hopes...

Personality: Hard to get close to. Solemnly talks to anyone. Doesn't judge on gender race or religious beliefs, only on intelligence and sometimes on physical appearance. Really gets into a trace like concentration when he's writing or drawing. Only willing to get to know someone that seems to be worth his time. Has a strong family tie with his sister, anyone messes with her has to deal with him. His bad temper has gotten him into a bit of trouble in the past and will probably in the future. (he's trying to work on it, usually by just ignoring the annoyance)

Sample RP: Alexander stuffed the last couple of shirts into his gray suitcase and struggled with the zipper. Once he succeded to close the bloody thing, he piled it and two other smaller bags next to the front door.

He knew it was six in the morning and knew he didn't need to leave for a few hours, but he knew that this would be the last time he'd be here for a while and didn't want to go through any emotional crap with Emily, so he decided to leave her a note saying he loved her and would be home for Christmas.

Along with it he left his old sketch book filled with what Emily said were his best drawings. He placed them on her night stand, kissed her forehead. Whispered "Good-bye" Before he closed her door for who knows how long.

Outside Their appartment the city was quiet. The air was peaceful, and he could tell that this was going to be a good year. Whith that peacefull mind set he made his way down the calm streets, twoards where the carriage would pick him up.

Must be Sournois

[icesdediamond666]

Thank You for this opportunity to say Thank You, and attempt to submit a prefrence as far as a choice in where I may or may not be sorted. My Main Concern or Biggest Concern, is intelligence. When I say that I am trying to display some kind of seriousness, in my attitude, and the way that I am percieved, here. I`d like to just mention that I try to go out of my way to avoid the arrogant, and this is just one of those times. Thanks!

I really don't know what this is or what you're talking about, sorry.

[klaus salvatore]

First Name:
Ryuu

Last Name:
Yamada

Age:
14

Appearance:


History:
When Ryuu was born, his father was actually disappointed. He had hoped a girl, even though they already had Rin. That’s why their father asked for their servants to dress Ryuu as a girl (yep, his father is a weirdo) when he was a little child. When people found out about this, his father blamed his wife about it, which why she was nearly send to mental hospital. Ryuu’s father was enough powerful to get people understand that he can take care of his wife at home, which why she now stays in one locked room. Of course she doesn’t blame for this her husband, but Ryuu, because he had been too coward to fight against his father’s will. Luckily he now is able to dress the way he wants and he’s getting along a lot better with his mother.

Ryuu’s father is actually a Yakuza leader in Japan. He’s really big person in Japan, which why the media is always interested of him too. Because Ryuu is their first male child, he’s supposed to become the next Yakuza leader after his father. This is not what Ryuu wants though. He’s totally opposite of his father.

Ryuu has always gotten along with his older sister and younger brother and actually shows his true self only to them. They’ve played a lot since they were kids, even though they’re all bit different.

Ryuu’s parents wants that Ryuu would go to France as an exchange student. First Ryuu is against this, but soon he realizes all the good things which comes with it, so he decides to give it a try. That's why he's coming in Beauxbatons now.

Personality:
Ryuu is quite quiet person, but that’s not because he would be shy. He just isn’t very social person and hoped that people would come to him if they want to talk. He’s also very stubborn person and he usually does things his own way. He rarely listens others. He’s not selfish though. Ryuu actually puts other people in front of himself, so he has his heart in the right place at least.

Ryuu also might ignore people. He isn't very hyper person himself, which why it annoys him a lot if someone "has taken too much sugar". Unless it's his good friend though. And there's some exceptions always.

Actually when you really get to know Ryuu very well, he talks quite a lot and smiles really often. It's rare that he smiles, especially it was back at home, but maybe Beauxbatons will change that.

Sample RP:
There were three reasons why Ryuu was kind of upset at the moment. First one was that the first thing in the morning his cousins, who were 4 and 6 years old kids, run into his room while he was still sleeping. Second reason was that their house-elf had “accidentally” taken his homework papers and stuffed them in the waste-basket. The third reason, which was probably the main reason he was angry, was because his father and mother had suddenly decided to send him to Beauxbatons. They thought that the wizardry school in Japan wasn’t enough for him. Who the hell are they to decide what school is good for him and what not? Besides, Ryuu didn’t know a word of French. Well, only merci and oui, but that’s it.

”I can’t believe this…”

The young boy mumbled to himself while walking around their courtyard. He had stuck his hands in his pockets and he had rather angry look on his face. Or actually it was disappointed. Luckily I can at least speak English… He thought, before finally stopping as he stood in front of a huge lake. Quietly he sat down on a stone, which was only about 5 feet away from the lake, and closed his eyes. Now when he started to think about it, he actually felt also bit relieved. Finally he could escape from the reality and live thousands of miles away from his father. Yes, maybe it wasn’t that bad after all. Maybe it was ticket to freeness. Ryuu hoped that.



This is a hard one... but must be Cossu.

[nadine]

First Name: Nadine (Nadia)

Last Name: Fontain

Age: 14

Appearance:


History: Nadia was adopted into the Fontain family with her twin sister, Charlotte, when they were three years old. The family already had a five year old daughter named Ceely at that time. The three girls grew up closely in a town near Paris where their mother worked as a clothes designer.

Two years later, when Nadia was five, they adopted again. This time it was a four year old named Emma. She was from the same orphanage and had a strong facial resemblance to the twins. All four of them got along great and always looked out for each other. It was a big surprise when they learned of Nadia and Charlotte's elven lineage.

Personality: Nadia is a very sweet and carefree girl. She would much rather help people than hurt them and thus only fights when necessary. Nadia loves to laugh. She laughs very easily and is rarely unhappy. Nadia is very optimistic and open. She loves to make new friends and try new things.

Nadia is very loyal. She will defend her friends and family to the end. Although she might not look it, this girl is very courageous. Nadia gets picked on a lot because she looks like an easy target but it rarely ever works out. Nadia is a very hard worker and always perseveres. She loves to draw and write.

Sample RP: Nadine Fontain looked up from her letter as she heard her name called. Her twin sister, Charlotte did the same instantaneously. The two girls had just gotten their Beauxbatons letters and were still amazed. Magic? Witches? Wizards? Charms? All of this had, until recently, been unreal, stuff of stories and fairy tales.

Their foster mother, Tahleena, smiled kindly at them. They knew what she was going to say. That they couldn't tell them until the letter came because it had to be revealed at precisely the right moment. Well. Now they knew. Nadine and Charlotte looked straight at each other with small smiles. At that moment, Emma and Ceely entered the room. Ceely had started at Beauxbatons two years before. Emma still had no idea if she was a witch or if she would get to go but at least she knew about the magical world.

Their mother shooed them from the kitchen, saying she wanted them to get some fresh air today. The four girls ran outside to enjoy the perfect weather.

Must be Rouerie

[mikematthews]

First Name:mike
Last Name: Matthews
Age: 15

Appearance:

History: Mike was born to a muggle family. His mother, Cindy, is a stay at home mom and was always around if anything went wrong with his family. Meanwhile, he father, Robert, worked as a laywer for one of the top law firms in the area. His job kept him really busy. Mike has a brother named Matt and a sister named Marie. His sister attends colllege while his brother is a high school student. Mike curretnly lives in England, and is half French, half American.

Personality: What can be said about Mike's personality? It certainly makes him very unique. He seems to have two different ones depending on when you see him and who you are. He is smart and very sweet. But at the same time, he can be evil and mean. That's the side people often see of him, not that he really is, it's just what comes out. However, he is still a lot of fun to be around, and would kick anyone's but who messed with his friends and family. Mike is also bi, liking both girls and boys, but he prefers boys.

Sample RP: 'What a funny' Mike thought as he stood in the middle of it wearing his black pants and tight white t-shirt, a usual of his. He knew it was funny and not be the look either, although, that too could be a good indicator of it oddness. No, he knew it was funny because all it took was for him to close his eyes a pray for something to be there. If he opened his eyes, whatever he had wished for would be standing before him. He had heard about it from someone, but was never quite sure how true it was.

Mike decided to give it a try. He closed his asked and wished for a large comfy bed. He was apprehensive to open them as he was afraid it wasn't going to be true. But he opened them, and sure enough a big bed made for two stood right in front of him.

Two? Why would Mike need that? It wasn't like he had a boyfriend. That ship had sailed long ago. Or not that long ago, but might as well had been a long time ago. His boyfriend skipped out on him the second he found out Mike was a wizard. That relationship had lasted nearly two years! And that jerk left him because he was a wizard? All Mike knew now was that he needed a guy to comfort him, something this room surely couldn't bring to him.

That was when Mike heard footsteps outside the door. His head tilted as he looked at the bottom of the door where light penetrated through. Footsteps stood before it. Mike held his breath hoping they wouldn't open the door.

Must be Sournois

[alegra bell]

First Name:
Penelope

Last Name:
Pereira

Age:
17

Appearance:


History:
Penelope grew up with her Veela family at the coast of France. She loves everyone, and everyone probably hates her. Her sisters are out and about, her mom and dad, Beth and Frank, are both Aurors, and she is here at Beauxbatons, trying to have a life. She once had an accident with potions when her sister was doing something (who knows what) at home. She doesn't know what it did to her, but she might find out soon. She has read all the charms books the year before she came to beauxbatons, stealing them from her sister. Her sister never even realized. They were batty books, and she took that chance to get more new fresh books.
Penelope doubts she even looked for them. She always laughs at this memory.

Personality:
Penelope loves to talk and hang around with friends. She does quite OK in classes, and excellent in charms. Penelope loves her classes. She is the kind of person who hates mornings and is always late for everything. She is energetic, and loves to think of things, and loves to be a leader. Her favorite past time is painting portraits of herself and her friends. She hates it when she is doing a portrait and there thing that she is painting suddenly switches positions.She can be easily annoyed, and when she is annoyed, she can be annoying.

Sample RP:
Penelope sat in her common room, staring at the nice warm fire while she twiddled her thumbs. She had just come back from charms class and was pretty proud of her performance.
She looked around her, not seeing anyone that she knew or recognized. She hugged her legs in front of her and thought of what to do next.

Maybe she could fly around on her broom...
Read a book? She shook her head at herself. She probably read all the charms books, and wasn't interested in anything else. She looked toward the table next to her and saw an astrology book..
She always liked astrology. She smiled and thought about it.

Augh.. she thought. I dint want to read!
I hate being bored!
She sighed heavily and looked around the room again and decided just to talk to someone. They would be in the same house so they would have common interests.. The worst they can say is "Bugger off."
She looked around the room for a person that she would rather talk to.
There was a guy eating a sandwich, a girl drinking milk.. someone drawing..
Someone drawing. They seem interesting. She approached the girl and looked down on her paper and smiled at the nice piece of art.
"I love to paint." was her introduction. "Hi. I'm Penelope."

Must be Rouerie

[ziggystardust]

First Name: Gerard Michael
Last Name: White
Age: 16
Appearance: Clicky

History:
Gerard grew up in the Upper classes of London. All of his ‘friends’ were upper class snobs, who looked down upon everyone else, including him……but most of the time they were too intimidated to……as Gerard when he’s on one of his rants is harmful enough to peel the enamel from your teeth. His parents may appear to despise Gerard, as he’s broken rank and has rebelled. His parents, Marie Leto and his father, Gustav Leto, are two of the most sought after witches and wizards of their time.
His Younger brother, Christopher, also rebels against the strict order of the London realm. He too died his hair black and feels no shame in parading around with his kohl eyeliner around his penetrating green eyes.
Gerard was born in mid December, hence his slightly frosty demeanour towards people who don’t know him.

Personality:
His rebellious side ranges from breaking the boundaries placed up around himself and his brother at a young age, but also be a rather mischievous troublemaker……as his friends would tell you as soon as you met him.
Although he does have a relatively sweet, romantic side that most don’t know about as he was heartbroken at a young age by a girl named Michelle. His brother thinks he’ll never get over the thought of losing her.
Whenever he’s feeling particularly rebellious he’ll pull a prank on someone that really annoys him, or he’ll flirt with any of the girls around him.

Sample RP:
The door slammed shut, the sound reverberating around the empty halls of the fashionably decorated London townhouse. Curses were uttered from behind a pristine white door, a golden handle gleaming in the failing sunlight. The room behind the pristine door, was like nothing you were ever supposed to see……It‘s windows were blacked out, it‘s walls a deep midnight black, the only colour seemed to come from the numerous posters that adorned the walls……faces like Gerard Way, Robert Smith, Trent Reznor, Marilyn Manson and Jim Morrison stared out at you with their penetrating eyes and startling make-up.

The boy in question in which curses where heard from, Stood by the wall, panting in anger, his teeth clenched, his knuckles slightly bruised from where he punched the wall, the dent in the painted black surface was chipped and scuffed.
“God I hate it here” he said exasperatedly as he flung himself onto his black covered bed. The rough material of his throw prickled against his arm, his chest was rising, his black t-shirt clinging to his stomach.

Must be Sournois

[ashleighhunter]

First Name: Ashleigh
Last Name: Hunter
Age: 14

Appearance:


History:
On November 14th, 1992, Zoey , Bryce, and Lily Hunter were born. Zoey, being the purest of blood, was sent away, with the family hoping that the wrath normally possessed by the Sournois' would never be discovered. Lily and Bryce were also sent away, but to different orphanages, in hopes that none of them would discover their powers.

At the age of 11, all three girls were visited by one Madame Maxime. They were informed of their powers, but not of each other, nor their pure-blooded heritage. They were all eager to go and explore this new world, and agreed to go to Beauxbatons.

Personality: Ashleigh, unlike her two rambunctious sisters, is very shy. She doesn't explore much, and her favorite place to go is her Dormitory. She is very smart, quite possibly the smartest of her age. She, unlike the other students, loves to do homework, and jumps at any chance to gain extra credit.

Sample RP:
Beauxbatons stood proudly against the blue sky, brightly illuminated by the high afternoon sun. Bryce smiled. This was the first time, not counting during Break, that she had actually gotten out and had time to explore. She knew that bray and Zoey wouldn't approve of her curiosity, but she didn't care. She wasn't completely incompetent, unlike they believed. She knew not to take any weird liquids, and she knew that if someone tried to attack her she was to scream and yell until someone came. And that was all she needed to know. Still half-smiling, she walked into the large Entrance Hall.

It was lively as usual, with a few third-years playing chess in one corner and a professor grading essays in another. Bryce skipped through the room, not caring that the others looked down on her, literally. She had always been short for her age, and she had accepted that.

As she exited the main room, she looked around. Ahead of her was a spiderweb of corridors, all leading to new places and new objects. She picked one leading right and started walking.

As usual, the hallway was lined with warped wooden doors, some of them bearing dusty windows and some of them that looked as if they had not been opened since the Academy's unveiling. Bryce turned a corner, into an even darker, more eerie corridor. The torches did not light her way, and there were few windows. She looked around nervously. Hey.. I can do this. If I've run away from Spain to France, i can get through some moldy old hallway. Bryce thought to herself.And with that she walked on, looking behind her every few minutes to make sure she hadn't lost her way.

((That's my latest one, courtesy of bryce's account.))

((I'm sorry if this is getting confusing, Lily&I just re-did the plot XD))

Family tradition calls for it.... Sournois.

[thane]

First Name: Thanatos

Last Name: Dimitriou

Age: 16

Appearance: Thane is a devlishly handsome young man. He is at a strapping height of 6 feet exactly, Thane has a lean, muscular build. He does not work out often, nor does he wish to get any more muscular. He believes himself perfectly fine the way he is. Actually, this is an understatement. He believes he looks perfect, so why change? His face is angular, thought not rigid. It is angular in a handsome way, and hardly gives off an image of softness. Yet there is an odd, beautifully handsome appeal to it. His eyes are a smooth, clean chestnut brown color. Thane's hair is darker than his eyes, a thick swatch of somewhat messy looking dark brunette hair. It is cut short and to his head, because he finds any hair longer to be pesonally annoying. His eyebrows thick, nose prominant enough to only help that handsome face. His lips are right in between full and thin, a comfortable mixture, he calls it. He has a slight crease in his chin, which he preffers not to notice at all. Sometimes one can see him with a slight stubble on his face, and other times one can see him completly clean shaven. Thane is prone to wearing stylish clothes, and being from a pureblood family helps to achieve him his wardrobe. Thane can often be seen with a rather sardonic, sarcastic, or amused expression. Sometimes a mixture of all three, a mixture of two, or just one. Though, the look almost always suits him, for he has been known to practice exactly what face he allows himself to give. Why give an ugly face to express the same emotions where he could give a fairly handsome, more fitting one?

History:

†Mother
Aglaia Dimitriou;; 46;; Pureblood;; Used to be Aglaia Nikodemos

A loving young woman, though very overly protective. This was always an annoying trait of hers, which Thane despised very much at times. She spoils both of her children with far too much love and material items. For Athanasia to tell her that she had become 'a woman' when she finally reached that age--well, that had been a particularly difficult task. There had been much squealing, crying, and exclamations of both happiness and dispair over her beautiful daughters ascent into womanhood. This is just a small example of the woman's dramatic outlook upon life.

†Father
Matthias Dimitriou;; 48;; Pureblood

Matthias has been known to be cruel at times. He has been known to be fair (only sometimes), but for the most part plays a hard bargain. If he tells you to do something, there is usually no 'ifs, ands, or buts' about it. It must be done his way, or there will be hell to be. He can be sympathetic at times (especially when it comes to Athanasia--what a little Daddy's girl!), but do not try his patience. It can ware very thin.

†Sister
Athanasia Dimitriou;; 15;; Pureblood

Athanasia, though the apple of her father's eye, and a second center of sickening love for her mother, is a girl very much indifferent towards her family. She is not demure, but is a social butterfly. She flirts, though not as shamelessly as Thanatos at times. She is beautiful, yes, perhaps even ethereally so, and she does play this up to her advantage. She has more compassion for people than her parents or her brother, though not as much as someone would like. Considered to be very 'ladylike' in her mother's and father's eyes, and 'annoying' in her brother's. Well, its not important what he thinks.

†The Dimitriou family is an old Pureblood family fro Greece. Most of their ancest in this particular branch went to Durmstrang, as did Thanatos for some time. Thanatos fit in well there, but many of the students at that dark school were boys. He made many "friends" there--though he preffered to call them his pranking buddies. The curriculum there was enjoyable as well, seeing as it was mostly dark arts oriented. Despite the enjoyable times there, Thanatos came to an age where he needed girls to be able to thrive in any place. He needed the female contact badly. What better place to go than to Beauxbatons, where many of the student population was female? True, though, Thanatos is bisexual, but he realized he needed a healthy dose of both in order to grow properly. A person can drink water and be alive, but in order to be healthy, they must have water, milk, vegetables, fruits and meat!

After persuading his mother (which was fairly easy) then persuading his father (easier than he thought it would be. It seemed his father understood the need to have a heavy female populus around a young man), and then dodging his sister's annoying protests (this was deffinitly not so easy) he set about to make out his letters and make his trunks for the journey to this new French school.

The Dimitriou family, though Pureblood as they are, does not consist of so many Dark Wizards as many other Pureblood families. They have relatives that were, of course, Dark Wizards for a time, if only because they had connections to British Pureblood families in England. Much of the Dimitriou family has been interested in the Dark Arts, a few dabbled here and there, but such a dabbling or interest was not so prominant as in British Pureblood families. Is their distate for those that are not pureblood prominant and evident? Somewhat. They discourage and shake their head, and avoid the topic very much. Though when pressured they spout the same rediculous prejudices. Is Thane the same way? He is rather indifferent. He hardly cares or notices, especially when it comes to girls.

There is something interesting about Thane, though, something fairly important. Two things, in fact, which will be explained in this next section.

Powers:
Every once in a while in the Dimitriou family, someone shows signs of some sort of magical, inate ability. It is a special power, one in particular that runs in the Dimitriou family, and another that runs in the Nikodemos family.
Necromancy: Necromancy is the ability to raise or control the dead. Since there are not too many bodies shoved into the grounds of Beauxbatons, Thane doesn't find this as much of an issue. This power does come with some perks. It means he can sense both the dead (like an empty voice) if they are there, can sense ghosts (which is useless since everyone can see them), and can sense live bodies. The last is particularly annoying at times, since many of the people he interacts with is alive. At times, though, it can be useful. He can 'stretch' out his 'fingers' (no, not the perverted sense) and sense whether something is alive, dead, or in the inbetween. As far as how he raises the dead, this is not without a price. It always comes with a price--and that is usually life. If he uses plants, he needs a plethera of plants in order to make this work properly. Otherwise he needs blood--animal's blood or a human's blood. No, he does not use humans. He's used animals before, but when he is in a rush and is too lazy to find some rabbit in the Woods, he will use his own blood. If he wants to do a quick, shabby job, then he uses a few healthy drops from his fingers. No worries, he knows how to bandage his hands or arms (not wrists though, he never cuts on his wrists if he can avoid it). As far as vampires are concerned, it is a myth (it can be true or not) that necromancers can control vampires. In the jist it depends on the vampire, whether they are truely dead, and how old or powerful they are.This will not be used unless there is permission from the other user. Prone to the Dimitriou family.
Telekinesis: Obviously, the ability to move an object with the mind. This power is prone to the Dimitriou family. This particular power wears him out as much as his necromancy does, because it gives him a splitting headache. Such a headache can be distracting for anyone. He can not move every object, but mostly small and medium objects. Larger objects, such as a boulder the size of his upper body, takes a lot of his energy and concentration. Something as large and as light as say a table can be moved, however. It really depends on the weight. As far as the weight of a human, that depends on the human. A man larger than him he probably would have difficult raising off of the ground.

Personality: Thane is most certaintly conceited. He can be considered to be rather moody at times though. At one moment in the day he can be rather 'cheerful' (cheerful in his own way, not that 'The sun'll come out tomorrow!' type of way), and at other times he can be rather cold. For the most part he keeps an air of indifference about him, and turns a cold shoulder to anyone when he feels like it. Anyone that befriends him must know this. Would he be apt to betraying his friends? That all depends on whether or not there is something very, very good for him in it (incentive to do so, such as revenge), and whether or not he's close to this friend or not. If he is not so close, he wouldn't really mind betraying them. It was their fault they trusted him with any information in the first place. Thane, though, hardly trusts anyone, not even his parents. Though with his parent's track record, there is a lot of sense in not trusting them.

More than anything, Thane is flirtatous. He is good at it too. He has everything to be good at it; the looks, the money, and the charm. Though the last he finds he hardly needs sometimes. The Dimitriou family is well known to be a pureblood family in Greece, though this is a test to see how well known the family is in France. Either way, he obviously has the money (if his good robes and clothes dont show this, he would be apt to thinking the girl dim), and of course the good looks. He enjoys his flirtings, and settling down is not his first or foremost thought when he's with a girl. The longest 'relationship' he ever had with a girl was when some snotty little brat called him her 'boyfriend' (at the time they had to be about 9), in which case she only remembered his name for about a week before moving on. Thane hardly noticed or cared for this.

One of the things Thane is good with is people--when he wants to be, of course. If he is ambitious enough, he can be as sociable, likeable, amiable and charming as he wishes. This is not a problem at all for him, unless he's in a bad mood. If in a bad mood, all hell breaks loose, of course. Deep down, however, Thane is not completly heartless. He, like anyone, has a soul and a heart. It is just very hard to hurt it (now) because he worked so hard to keep it protected and safe from any harm. Why this is will yet be explained or extracted from him at a later time.

Sample RP:
"I suggest you finish that now." Came a fairly singsong, sarcastic voice of Athanasia, his little sister. She gave him a highly amused expression while she leaned against the dark wood doorframe. As usual she was adorned in a dress, though more stylish than elegant looking. A cocktail dress, which actually became of her, rather than making her look slxtty at her age. The dress was black, with thin straps to hold up the material, made of soft silk which went down to the tops of her knees. Her shoes were black and high heeled--how on earth could she walk in that?--her hair done in a mass of curls. Why exactly did she look so dressed up? No particular reason. The Dimitriou family was rich, of course. She could afford to dress and look a certain way on a daily basis, even if she did not have to leave the house.

A grimace spread across his face. Though he knew the look did not become of him, he had no reason to look good in front of his sister. He looked particularly stylish himself, with a white dress shirt, partially buttoned, and black slacks on, a black silk tie loose around his neck. He had gone into the drawing room to escape the rest of his family and to have a smoke. He was 16 and he smoked--why? Because he could, and his parents cared little. Not only that, but the legal smoking age in France was 16! However, he knew exactly why she was telling him to finish it now. He could buy cigarettes, but legally he would not be able to smoke on his new wizarding school campus. Such an act was prohibited because there were students younger than 16, and thus he was not allowed to smoke on campus. This was, in essence, his last cigarette for some time. Thane took another long drag from it before putting it out in the small, black shiney holder that stood on a hardwood stand beside him.

Breathing out this acrid smoke, he turned to look at his little sister. "Thank you, Athanie dear, for reminding me of the hell I'll be going through at school." He meant for his voice to come out a drawl, though it only came out to be partially amused and annoyed. Athanasia only smiled at him.

"You're welcome, brother." She took no pains in leaving him there in the room. Indeed he believed she hated being in his prescence as much as the house elves did (no surprise there), or he in her prescence. Did he ever consider rekindling the relationship between his sister and himself?

There was no need. They found each other annoying to talk with, yet a kinship was there that neither was willing to speak of. He would, indeed, beat anyone up for his little sister, if the need ever rose. He would not admit it in words, but he knew that he would. She knew that he would. He also knew that she would spread any nasty rumors about anyone that was pitted against him if the need ever arose. She knew that she would, and he knew that she would. Such a kinship did not need words for it to be true. It did not need corny 'I love you's, or sad and mournful farewells. He could never give her brotherly advice (and she would not take it even if he did), but he was there. They shared the same feelings about their parents--so, there was a common link between the two. It had been there since birth. So, no words were ever needed.

As far as the powers, tell me what I need to edit and I can. ]'

I trust you to use these powers right, so I'm gonna allow it.

Must be Sournois

[kayleigh]

First Name: Kaylin
Last Name: Amberleigh

Age: 15

Appearance: With a rather short height of 5’3”, slightly longer than shoulder-length blonde hair, and blue-green eyes, Kaylin is a smaller feminine version of her father. She inherited her Asian mother’s facial structure, fair complexion and curvy but slim body shape though. With a mixed heritage of English and Asian and a little Veela blood in her (her father’s mother’s mother’s grandmother was a part Veela), she is fairly pretty and pleasant-looking though she can hardly be considered as a knockout beauty. Her hair is usually loosely held in a careless plait or ponytail.

History: Pure-blooded with a mixed heritage, Kaylin is brought up single-handedly by her grandmother in England. Her parents died in a car-crash shortly after she was born, causing rumours about her being a jinx to be spread around the neighbourhood, though at that point of time, she was far too young to comprehend the unkind stares the neighbours were giving her. The rumours took some time to die down but eventually did when she was five and the neighbourhood gradually accepted her as one of them. Given her bubbly and friendly personality, she soon made friends with the kids in the neighbourhood. It always puzzled her friends how she knew so much about magical mythical creatures though.

Personality: Cheerful, happy-go-lucky and smart, those are the three traits that make up her reputation. One can nearly always see a smile on her face, and when she doesn’t smile, it either means the situation doesn’t call for it, or something is bothering her. Though, she rarely lets things go to her, because she doesn’t really care about what others think anyway. She is smart too, not the i-study-therefore-i-ace smart but the witty-smart and street-smart. She likes to read though, and when a book calls for her attention, she would walk around reading it, and knock into many people along the way. She is also really clumsy, often tripping over her own feet and falling face flat on the ground. Oh, and when something really gets to her, or when she is really really really infuriated, she would hide inside her room and lock the door and shut herself off from the world, and even when she comes out, would still remain silent for a few weeks.

Sample RP: “Oh flying popcorn, why didn’t the alarm clocks ring?! Maybe I should have just listened to Grandma and gotten five alarm clocks instead...” Kaylin mumbled to herself as she rushed down the stairway, grabbing her breakfast and waving bye to Grandma along the way. She never knew why the alarm clocks always fail to ring, they just don’t. Grandma had once told her that it was because she tried to shut the alarm clocks up by smashing her hand wildly around to press the snooze button and usually swipes the clocks from the table to the floor in the process, she refused to believe though; she has no recollection of doing that, anyway. She glanced at her watch, “Blasted clocks, now I’m going to be late and... WAAAAAH.” In her hurry, she had walked into a postbox.

“The constellations are totally imaginary things that poets, farmers and astronomers have made up over the past 6,000 years...” She was making her way to the next class, taking the chance to read her newest book on constellations. She was holding her book with one hand, while the other was nursing her raw bruise from this morning. “Ouch!” She felt herself bumping into something hard. And when she looked up from her book she realised she knocked into the pile of books her teacher was holding. Cue in the long chain of apologies.

Kaylin was having a race with her friends. She was grinning widely, enjoying the cold breeze brush past her, then without warning, her friends heard a loud “BOOM”, and when they looked around, she was gone... She tripped over her own feet, and was currently face flat on the ground.

Must be Rouerie

[tallulahhunter]

<sub>First Name:
Tallulah
Last Name:
Hunter
Other names:
Lola
Age:
11
Appearance:


History:
On All Hallows Eve Mrs, Hunter gave birth to twin girls. One of them was named Tallulah. Tallulah had been born into an abusive household to an alcoholic mother and a father that remains a mystery to the Hunter siblings to this very day....

Tallulah also has three older sisters, who are triplets. Zoey, Lily and Ashleigh were sent to three different muggle orphanages as babies to try and hide their magical identities and protect themselves from each other, as the triplets reunited could spell disaster in many ways...

Her older brother, Orion, had looked after Tallulah's other brother Brayden for two years (their mother had decided to keep her sons) but he had eventually run away to pursue his studies and look for their father. When the twins (Bryce & Tallulah) are born their mother decides she can no longer cope and so sends her remaining children to three separate orphanages.

Tallulah is sent to an orphanage in Ireland in an area that is notorious for Fae-related incidents…one night; Tallulah goes out alone, seeking an adventure. But instead she is captured and cursed, and so becomes faerie-blooded…

When she is finally returned to her orphanage, they muggles are scared by her mysterious behaviour and the powers she cannot control and so they lock her away…

As each Hunter child turned 11 they were asked to attend Beauxbatons, where they would be reunited with their family. The triplets and Brayden already attend. Now it is Tallulah’s turn...

Personality:
After being locked away for so many years, Tallulah is somewhat reserved. She does not easily trust others and her faerie-blood can change the way she acts from day to day. Some days she may appear to be a mysterious, shy character. But once you get to know her, you will now she loves to have fun, that she loves to sing, dance and act. Beneath her almost sinister exterior is a girl with a passion for everything she does.

Sample RP:

(This is taken from my other character)

Lily sat in the corner of the Sournois common room. She was trying to concentrate on the report she was supposed to have handed in yesterday. She had been alone in her dorm five minutes ago, but her roommates had come in and started a pillow fight. Usually Lily would have just have said, “Sod it”, ripped up her homework and joined in, but she wasn’t in the mood today. Also she had been threatened by her professor, that if he didn’t have a completed report from her by this evening, she would probably be in detention for the rest of her life…

Suddenly there was a bang as the door leading from the girl’s dorms swung open and out tumbled her roommates practically knocking each other out. Lily glared at them from her position in a dark corner of the room. Then she realised it was no use sitting here any longer; all she had done towards completing her report was doodle on the parchment. Lily was bored anyway, she had either been in lessons or doing homework all day. She decided to go to the grounds.

Outside the sky was bleak. It had rained all day and it looked like there would be a storm tonight. Lily trudged across the damp ground towards the woods, there probably wouldn’t be anyone else around, it was too wet. Maybe being alone out here would give her some ideas for her report.

A sharp squawk echoed from behind Lily. She looked over her shoulder…it was that bloody bird again, the one that had sunk its fangs into her arm the other day. That thing gave Lily the creeps, the way it stared at you through crimson eyes, as if they were permanently bloodshot. She had no wish to stick around and started to fly away from that evil creature and into the thick undergrowth. Being a faerie did have it’s uses. She wound her way carefully through the trees, Lily being Lily would probably crash right into one if she didn’t look where she was going…

…It all happened so fast, one minute she was on the ground running, next she was suspended in mid-air, ensnared in some kind of net. Lily’s first thought was to cut through the rope with the penknife she always kept on her. When her efforts proved fruitless, she groped around in her pocket for her wand… It wasn’t there.

Lily looked down at the ground below. ‘Wow!’ she thought. She must have been 30ft up; she could only just make out the slim twig that was her wand. Even then she could only distinguish it, because of the diamond that sparkled at its tip.

“Crap” she said to herself, she was well and truly stuck “Well no chance of getting that report done tonight, might as well look forward to a life of detention…” Lily sighed, could her situation be any worse? Just as she was thinking that there was a rumble overhead. Thunder. Thunder that was followed by rain. Lily swore loudly. “Great” She muttered, so now she was trapped here in the middle of a storm, in the dark, completely helpless…</sub>

Family tradition calls for it.... Sournois.

[shameonyou]

First Name: Kenzie

Last Name: LeBlanc

Age: 15

Appearance:
Kenzie is a short girl, standing at a low 5'2. Her frame is slender, her shoulders limp and legs short and skinny. Dark brown hair falls just below her elbows, and on occasion she dyes the bottom of it a different color [orange, blue, pink, blond, etc.]

Her eyes are a mixed color of blue, grey, and green, while her eyebrows are a plain shade of light brown. The fact that her skin is rather pale pleases her, she dislikes very much the look of people who sit out in the sun all day, attempting to look like Barbie clones. The only patch of dark skin that crosses her body, are scattered freckles that cover her nose and cheeks during the summer months.
Kenzie's face is heart shaped, her nose small, and lips thin and colored light pink. Although, like everyone, she tends to disagree with her appearance, she is a rather pretty girl.

History:
Born January 8th, 1992 in England Kenzie has lived many years, yet like most people, she thinks nothing of it. Another year is just another year, nothing special. She was born into a middle class family, both parents very loving and caring. And thats still the way it is today, nothings changed. The only half existing thing thats happened in her short life, is the fact that the LeBlancs moved from England to France when she was a mere ten years old. Although her descendent's are French, she's never had any interest in the place. It had always seemed so... delicate. Unlike the adventurous moors of England.

Every second spent in France has been an annoyance. The language comes as a task, and her accent is far from perfect. The people, nice enough, always seem to have this thing about them that causes Kenzie to retreat in anger, but I suppose she has to accept everyone sometime. It's not like she's moving back to England any time soon.


Personality:
Depending on your likes, Kenzie could be the best person you've ever met, or your worst nightmare. First impressions are big to her, mess it up the first time, and there's hardly any chance you'll gain her friendship. On the subject of friends, she holds them closer then a child clings to a blanket, and usually has many different ones, a 'best friend' had never really appealed to her.

Kenzie's mind is much like a board game, ever changing. One moment she could be reading like a good girl, and the next be hanging someone upside down on a tree, laughing hysterically at them. Studies have never appealed to her, although once she gets into the swing of it, she really quite enjoys herself. To teachers, she always seems rather rude at first, blurting out comments of which, I'm sure, people would rather not have to hear.
Fun is, in her opinion, the best word in the dictionary. She adores having a good laugh, no mater what the consequence.

Sample RP:
It was like walking into a freezer set on high, the way the brisk wind hit against her face was almost painful. Pulling her hood over her bare ears, a sigh escape Miss LeBlancs pale lips. A day like today was a rather disagreeable to venture off into the outside air, but the look of the frost trees was just too luring. Light crunching sounds filled the dense air as Kenzie walked off to wards the forest, her arms wrapped around her so tightly, she was amazed breath was still entering her lungs.

Although the minute she left the castle, the clock had just struck five, the sky was rather dark. If she didn't know better, she would assume that it was far beyond ten o'clock. But, alas, it wasn't, and thank goodness to, it wouldn't of pleased her to be caught out at night by a lurking professor. "It's tttttto cccollddd," she stuttered through her chattering teeth as she reached the edge of the forest, letting her eye's scan the thick trees infront of her. So lovely they where, yet they gave of such a eerie feel to anyone who cared to look long enough.

And although it would of been far much easier to go back to the castle and come back another day, there would be no point in suffering this cold for nothing, so she entered the woods, almost suddenly being blocked by the howling wind. Putting down her hood, the silence that flowed through her ears almost made her grin with joy. It had been so very long since silence had graced her ears, there was always so much noise. People chatting and what not, after awhile it became rather annoying. [/color]

Must be Rouerie

[vanessalove]

First Name: Vanessa

Last Name: Ramerez

Age: 17

Appearance:


Blood-line: Pure Veela blood

History:
Vanessa was born to Rique and Rosalyn Ramerez in the Summer time. Growing up for Vanessa was hard, her parents were always fighting and eventually they divorced. Moving with her father Rique to London, she was put in Hogwarts. Through the years as she reached her pre-teen years, Vanessa made loads of friends in Hogwarts before moving to France to attend Beauxbatons. She worked hard but also played too. For the most part life with her father has been awesome, however with her mother, it was apparent that she never wanted to keep in contact with Vanessa or even her father to say the least.

After three years at Hogwarts, Vanessa's father got a job working somewhere outside of Beauxbaton's. The last few weeks before school ended, Vanessa got into a heap of trouble for something she didn't do. What took her by surprise was that her friends set her up and blamed the firework display in the Great Hall to be all her fault. It wasn't until then, she couldn't wait to leave. After school at Hogwarts was over for the summer, Rique and Vanessa spent part of the summer packing up to leave to go to Beauxbatons.

A month before school at Beauxbatons started, Vanessa spent that time getting to her new home and unpacking her things. Her father had been working since he got there and left the unpacking up to her. Once everything got situated and unpacked, she spent the rest of the time getting her school supplies for school so that way she would have it before she got there. Still being new to Beauxbaton's, her hopes for this new school is to meet new people and have fun.

Personality:
Vanessa is a hardworking girl who thinks of everything and everyone before herself, it doesn't matter the reason she was brought up like that by her father. She can carry on interesting conversations and is the apple of her father's eye. She's intelligent and witty, loving to joke around and have fun. However, she does have a mean streak about her, but for the most part that doesn't come out unless someone pushes the wrong buttons with her.


Sample RP:
It was during the summer that Vanessa and her father had left London or better yet Hogwarts to move to France and start a new life. Her father Rique was a great dad and she was thankful for having him in her life. As they approached the three bedroom manor home, the seventeen year old girl's brown eyes light up in delight to see the house her father had bought for them to live in. "It's gorgeous daddy, I'm sure we'll have a wonderful life here." she said to him as she reached over and wrapped her slender arms around him giving him the biggest hug.

Raising her head up to the top of the house was a door that lead out onto a balcony, the only thing that she could think to herself was "That room right up there.. That's going to be my room right?" she asked turning her head towards her father as he looked at her and nodded with a smile. Gleaming with joy, Vanessa was excited and couldn't wait to get in there to see what the room would look like. Her thoughts were suddenly interupted when a house elf unlocked the door and came out to greet her new master and hs daughter. Vanessa couldn't believe how lucky of a girl she was to be able to start over and was able to recieve a second chance at a new life.

Must be Cossu

[nikiamorris]

First Name:
Lace


Last Name:
Daniels


Age:
14


Appearance:



History:
No one knows much about Lace, not even herself. The only thing that anyone knows is how Lave's parents were killed by a mysterious stranger who left Lace alive, though left a mark on her arm in the shape of a pentagram. Lace had gone from foster family to foster family until she recieved her letter to Beauxbatons. Even through she knew alot of people, she knew that she didn't belong with families that didn't love her. And so, her heart filled with courage and hope, she left for her new Academy, anxious for a new start.


Personality:
Lace is a really shy girl, yet she opens up around her friends that she really trusts. She is a wonderful singer, and often reflects her feelings through songs. When she does open up around someone she deosn't know, she is very sweet, fun and flirty. She hieds her feelings alot, especially with ones she loves, afraid she will lose them as she lost her parents. Yet, when she loves someone so much, it bothers her, she tells the person, even if it could end in heartbreak. She doesn't like to stand out in front of anyone, though turns into the polar opposite when with friends or alone.


Sample RP:
Lace sighed, her feet crunching the leaves under her.It was the anniversary of her parents death. Their tenth, to be exact. Lace knew what she would do. She had traveled from her house to the remains of the Boulders, the name of Lace's house. She had a few candles in her bag, along with a few matches that she had to sneak out of the house.


Okay, the center of Orion is right...here. she thought, planting a few candles at the top of the heap. Pulling out the matches, she struck one on the side of the box, igniting the tip. The flame was small, though Lace knew it was powerful, no matter how big. Her eyes glanced down at the ruble beneath her feet. The flame that the murderer had created was small, but grew fast. Lace was smart enough to run out of her house as the flame started spreading, though sad to leave her parents behind.

The flame on the wick spread to the other candles, each one together forming a shape of the constatation above her. Her parents favorite shape in the sky. A single tear fell down her slightly freckled nose, leaving a trail on her ash covered face. I miss you, mom. Same for you, dad. she thought, burning the letter that she had written for them. Another year, another time to cry for her parents.

Must be Cossu

[calypsomonet]

First Name:

Calypso

Last Name:

Monet

Age:

14

Appearance:

Calypso is not and does not look like the girl next door.

Her eyes are dark, as light as they might be. Don’t let the colour draw you in, for the depth keeps larger secrets. Heavy lids and sophisticated thick eyebrows pass the glance warm or icy, depending on the mood. Pointy nose shaped French just like her dad, as the Olympian wavy black hair, even if blond, reaches her back. Freckles do, indeed, make her look innocent.

Peek of head located at 5’0” and at an average, rather slim weight, Calypso is just a normal –or at least looks like one- pretty girl. But with a glance and only one, you should get the vibe. Her look is usually indifferent, as if its source is apathy. Too good to care about them, that’s what it is all about. But when it comes to the death-looks, she could kill many by a glance, whilst the angelic ones are not their best.

Calypso dresses weird. Just like any pure-blood would dress. She’s known for her weird outfits, colours that would never look good together. Weird shoes, surely not in fashion which means we’re not talking about genuine shoes but for weird weird ones. Who cares about Muggle-Fashion, besides?


Played By : Sara Paxton

History:

Calypso grew up in Marseilles, France as one of the six children of the Monet family. Surely not considering her parents’ love a vital source of energy as they weren’t exclusive, Calypso got used to the idea of not being the only one, not really. Raised up by Eurydice and Jean-Jacques Monet, she became the fourth child in the row to be the youngest of the family.

Half French and half Greek, and yet Calypso has never been interested in finding about her heritage. What she always cared about was the future and perhaps the present, since she was the little sweet yellow-head that impressed muggles. Living in a cottage a bit outside Marseilles, in the interests of keeping the secret safe from mud, Calypso had, by the age of five, formed her personality.

Two younger siblings followed and drove Calypso crazy. She had never made clear that she wanted love to be exclusive. and she eventually had to pay for it. She never despised her siblings, she just never had had a really close relationship with them, as they always envied each other. Same blood ran in their veins, besides.

As time went by, as years flew away like birds, Calypso soon found herself isolated from the society. It wasn’t much of a surprise to her; she knew why exactly people disliked her. Her parents had been famous for supporting the dark side; maybe not clearly but they were supporters.

Surprisingly not, she grew up with the old ideals regarding blood-purity and deep down, she despises mud-bloods and blood-traitors as much as she despises the fact that she got her Beauxbatons letter at the age of fourteen, when she should have normally got it two years before.

Fighting on the inside, she tries to dignify her position. She has to, at least, make her parents proud of her. Perhaps she'll make some pure-blood friends, and she'll probably become Mud-Bloods' worst enemy. But every kid has great ambitions and the downfall is pretty awakening.

Personality:

A pure example of a Narcissism victim, her blond highness thinks so highly of herself and is in love with her self as a whole. Ambitious; she believes she was born for a reason, she thinks she has a considerable number of benefits over the rest of the Wizarding World and is really arrogant and proud about her family's blood-purity.

Highly insensitive, Callie has never really felt love, even if she's still fourteen. She has never had a true friend, nor has she ever trusted anyone. The only one she confides in is her journal, but her words are formed in a weird way as she's not used to expressing her feelings. Besides, power, money and glory ranks above any other kind of mental pleasure, or is she mistaken?

She can be really high-tempered, although she tries to ignore idiots. Never cheesy, never emotional, one will only see her being neutral and emotionless. That's because she has an empty gap between her heart and her mind. And whenever it comes to sensitivity, she sometimes cracks a smile or two. If it weren't for her family, Callie would be really different.

She has already begun wondering how having friends feels like. How it feels like to be loved. But no, no. She has no time for these stupidities, has she?

Sample RP:

Blond head popped in the room from the wooden door; skinny, pale fingers firmly holding the wooden corner as the green eyes focused on the people who were standing at the end of the room. She hadn't had a nice sleep; going to Beauxbatons for the first time is surely not the most comfortable event in your lifetime.

She sighed and walked in, in her usual marching rhythm. She glanced over her shoulder and gave her youngest sister a death look. If looks could kill... She continued her way towards the odd table, which was made of old wood. She could feel the breakfast's scent tickling her nose and her nostrils.

'Are you ready?', she asked coldly, addressing to the pair that made her parents. She swallowed and unconsciously licked her bottom lip. Was she hungry, or was anxiety taking all over her? "There's nothing to be scared of at Beauxbatons, sweetheart", her mother kept confirming but Callie wouldn't stop thinking as a true pessimist.

'I said... are you ready?', she repeated in a louder voice, trying to capture her parents' attention even for once. She really admired them, but when it came to parenthood, they were surely not the best she could get. 'I don't want to miss the train', she began losing her temper and glaring for one last time at her parents, she walked towards the door and walked outside and into the corridor that lead to the main door for once more.

Oh, yes, the time had come.

Must be Sournois