Sorting (Term Seven)

[cutiepie313]

Nicole Johnson was born in France to two pure-bloods.She is kind and caring and is willing to help anyone in need.She is 15 years old. She is very brave an almost got killed saving her best friend. She loves to read and paint when she is not busy or in school. She is very smart and get good grades in school. When she got her letter for Beauxbatons she was very excited and could not wait to go.

You need to change your name in your profile, and read the first post.. because you didn't even use my form. Thanks.

[suicide]

First Name: ^Ace
Last Name: ^{Van Tessel}
Age: ^Seventeen
Appearance: ^Here
History: ^{Ace Van Tessel was born in the Northern United States. He was raised by his witch mother and muggle father, sharing their attention with two other siblings. His brother Emery, who is a year older than himself, and his sister, Amalia, who was six years younger. Growing up, Ace was the typical geek that everyone put into the “just friends” category. Although it had its difficult moments, Ace wasn’t really all that phased by it. He just continued to be himself. The family relocated to England when Ace was ten. A year later, he began attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ace went to school there for five more years, enjoying every second of his life as a Hufflepuff.
The summer that Ace was sixteen, he went home for break like he always did. On a normal weekday during that time, he and his little sister went for a drive to town. They never made it unfortunately. Ace wasn’t concentrating on what he was doing and could not react to an irresponsible driver fast enough. The car swerved and was driven into the woods, where it came to a halt by hitting a tree. Ace survived, but the same could not be the same for Amalia. Ace could not stop blaming himself for what happened. Once he was out of the hospital, he left his home and his family to go to France.
For months he wished for nothing more than to die in his sister’s place, though he knew it would never happen. He wished for death so much, that it remained as an invitation open to anyone for a week. It was a werewolf who accepted his invitation. Rather than killing him though, Ace was left for dead and slowly turned into a creature of the night himself.}
Personality: ^{Although Ace’s personality growing up was lively and cheerful, after the death of his sister it changed drastically. Ace is very cold hearted, showing no compassion for anyone not even himself. He mainly goes out and night and he lives off of the darkness. The sun is one of his mortal enemies, as is color in his wardrobe. The only clothes someone will ever catch Ace wearing are black, gray, white, or occasionally red. When approached by a stranger, Ace will most likely reply with a rude comment and demand to be left alone after the first bits of conversation. He often just sits and stares at the floor in silence, wanting only to be left alone in his thoughts. When people try to get to know Ace, the realize that the day he starts to care about anyone will be the day hell freezes over.}
Sample RP: ^{The moon had risen again and Ace awoke in his bedroom, eyes alight and shining. He glanced around quickly, sensing someone else was there. He blinked and thought to himself that he was surely going insane. There was no one else there. He was all alone in his bedroom. He sat up and turned, placing his feet on the floor and his elbows on his knees. He brought his hands to his temples and rubbed them violently. Though it was really no surprise to him, his headache refused to go away. He dropped one hand helpless and used the other to rub his eyes. When he opened them again, nothing was the same.
The whole world seemed to have turned into black and white. The three demensional objects that littered the room appeared in a way that Ace could have sworn he could see inside them. It took him only another second to realize that he couldn’t see inside them. He could see through them. His gaze locked on the door, where he saw the built of a man on the other side. The heartbeat of his brother beat steadily in his ear and the blood in his brother’s veins flowed red. The only color Ace could see. He blinked again and it was gone. His vision was normal. Shocked by what he had seen, Ace stood up and walked to the door. Inside his mind he was assuring himself that he had only hallucinated. He was going to open the door and prove it to himself. Just as he reached for the doorknob, a knock on the wood echoed in the room.}

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Must be Sournois

[ste1303]

i want to get sorted!!!!!

Then read the rules, the handbook helps, and the first post of this thread. Thanks.

[joliedoiron]

Dear Madame Maxime,
First name: Jolie
Last name: Doiron
Jolie Doiron is a shy girl, though she makes friends quickly.She gets high marks in class, and never fails. (Or, almost never...) She tries hard in class and that's whats most important. She loves reading, writing, drawing, and everything else that involves creativity.
Her history: Mom: pure-blood Dad: Half Blood Grandmother: Half Mermaid blood Grandmother: Veela blood. She was born in Fiji but had to move to Poland, then to Italy, then to Canada. She still visits those places in the summer, though.
Appearance: She has blue-green eyes, that are slowly turning brown. She has light brown hair and it's cut in a wacky, short way. She's medium-sized, not like her friend who's half of her height. Her friends call her Jo. She loves animals and nature.
Why she's coming to Beaxbatons: She longs to speak French. She is learning it in school, and thinks she can do well. Also, She was a Ravenclaw in Hogwarts but unfortunately got kicked out for something she did not do.
Jolie was excited. She was going to Beaxbatons tomorrow! She was nervous, too. What if she couldn't find friends there? 'I'll worry later,' she sighed, and walked down the path to her house.

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[viktorman]

First Name: Vektor
Last Name: Krum
Age: 16 Years of Age
Appearance:
History: Vektor Krum was born in Israel, but he moved to Bulgaria. He has a father that follows the Dark Arts, and a mother that was a werewolf and a witch. Vektor's mother's werewolf genes was placed into Vektor's, and now he is a werewolf. He was first at Durmstrang, but then changed because he did not like the fact that they taught the Dark Arts. Also that there was the sign of Grindelwald on the walls of Durmstrang. Vektor hates Grindelwald. Vektor is the Seeker for the Vratsa Vultures.
Personality: Vektor is a bit lonely, quiet, friendly, and polite. He is strong, buff, quick, and fit. He is an enemy that you would not like to have. He is very quick on his broom, which is why he is one of the youngest Seekers in history.
Sample RP: Vektor was flying around on top of all of the action, looking for any sight of the Snitch. Suddenly, a winged sphere-like ball zipped in front of him and then flew away. Vektor began right away. He sped to the now speeding Snitch. He slowly gained speed as he went toward the Snitch. His finger was an inch away from the Snitch, until the Seeker for the Falmouth Falcons crashed into him to stop him from getting the snitch.
Vektor almost fell off of his broom, but hung onto it from upside down. Now he was flying his broom while upside down. The snitch flew down, as did Vektor. Now the Snitch and Vektor were two feet away from the ground. He jumped off of his broom and just caught the Snitch that tried to make a final quick zip from Vektor, which was unsuccessful. He crashed into the hard ground. He got up with bloody scratches all over his body. His Quidditch Robe was torn across his chest. He happily showed the Snitch up into the air. He got on his broom and flew in a circle close to the crowd, showing the snitch high in the air in his hand. Everybody was cheering, as was Vektor. Bulgaria has beaten Ireland.

Your name isn't allowed, please reread the rules. Also you can't use Krum's history.

[lexus]

First Name: Lexus
Last Name: Pearce
Age: 16

Appearance: To start describing Lexus we might as well start with the top of her body. Her hair is a lovely shade of blonde and is often worn down. She prefers to have a slight curl to it but she does straighten it from time to time. Moving down just a bit we see she has beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Taking a step back and moving down the body even further we are greeted by a slim figure. It isn’t perfect but it isn’t to fat or to thin. To Lexus it is just right. Coming to her legs we see that they are just the right height. She loves wearing skirts and shorts to show off her legs but she knows that on cold days she should wear pants and she has no objections. She does like attention but she’s not someone to get it through what she’s wearing.

History: By the way Lexus holds herself you would think that her life is perfect. She’s the girl who has everything. She always has a guy and her bank account is filled to the brim, but not everything is as it seems. Some times you just have to take a closer and you might see that things aren’t as good as they seem. She may be the girl who gets everything she wants but it doesn't mean her past was great.

Lexus was an only child and her family loved her very much. They were both very hard working but always made time to spend time with their little girl. When Lexus was six her mum was told she had cancer. They spent a lot of money on trying to make Lakin well again but nothing worked. Lexus couldn’t remember crying so much. Her mum was like a sister to her and to lose her when she was six was very hard on her.

If Lexus thought that she was affected by her mum’s death worst then she had another thing coming. Her dad loved her mum so much and she could tell things weren’t going well for him. Allan’s Sister Sarah saw this to and decided to move in. Lexus tried so hard to keep her dad happy but it never seemed enough. About a year after Lakin’s death, Lexus came home early. She walked into her dad’s study wanting to ask him a question about her school work. She’d never forget that site. Her dad lying on the floor, in a pool of his own blood. It was something a 7 year old should never see.

After that Lexus started to grow up very fast. Of course she had always known she was a witch but her family thought that it would be good to have a bit of interaction with muggles. She was quite happy when she got her letter of acceptance. This was her chance to start over and try her hardest to forget everything that had happened to her. As soon as she stepped foot in Beauxbatons she knew she was going to try and become queen bee. So maybe she still hasn’t quite achieved that but she knows how to get what she wants.

Personality: Lexus is one of those girls who has a real split personality. This could also depend on who you are and how she acts. Some people she is always kind to and she will respect them but then those who she doesn’t respect she has no problem making their life a living hell.

For those who she respects she is a sweet and kind person. She’s one of those girls who you think is a little angel and couldn’t put a foot wrong. The one that the mothers look at and wish that she was their daughter. Of course this is all an act but no one knows that.

Those that are unlucky enough to not have her respect are in for a rough ride. Most people in this category are people who have crossed her. She may not have the power to control but she normally gets what she wants. If someone is bugging her she has no problem in teaching that person a lesson or letting someone else teach that person a lesson.

Guys to Lexus are like toys. There fun to play with for a while but once you get bored you get rid of them. Lexus can be a major flirt. She often leads guys on to make them think they have something when she’s only looking for her two seconds of fun. Maybe that’s why so many people don’t like her. In a way she’s a little kid trapped in a teenagers body. She has a grasp on reality but at times it can seem like she doesn’t.

Sample RP: Lexus knew that she shouldn’t be here. Not that she ever listened to rules unless she had to. Walking up to the bouncer she smiled at him and flashed him her fake id. Lucky for Lexus he believed it to be real and was let in with out another word. This to Lexus wasn’t braking the law to much. Just because she was under age meant nothing.

The bar could’ve been a strip club the way the girls were dancing, just begging for someone to take them home. It made Lexus roll her eyes at how desperate people were these days. Walking over to the bar, she ordered herself a vodka and coke. She thanked the bartender who seemed to stare at her for what seemed like a little bit too long. Picking up the cool glass she brought it to her lips and let the cold liquid flow down her throat. She took the whole glass in one before putting it down. Turning in the seat she smirked slightly to herself. Time to show those girls whose boss.

Hopping off the bar stool she walked into the middle of the dance floor. All eyes were on Lexus. She knew how to dance and knew she was good. As the song changed to a song with a bit more beat Lexus smiled. She slowly started to move her hips to the beat as she watched the hungry looks she was getting from all the guys in the bar. It wasn’t long until she was surrounded by a group of guys hopping that they would get lucky tonight.

Lexus loved her life. She used to be the rebel of the family and now look at her, She was beautiful and in demand. She loved this life and couldn’t think about it getting any better. After a hour of dancing Lexus decided that it was time to get another drink. She thanked those who she had been dancing with before walking back over to the bar. She got herself another vodka and coke and slowly starter to sip on it.

Must be Rouerie

[mckennarecord]

First Name: Mckenna
Last Name: Record
Age: 15
Appearance: Clickeh♥
History:
Mckenna was born into a wealthy family. She was born on December 18th , 1991 in Sydney , Austrailia. She is the youngest of four kids. Her mother worked as a doctor; and her father was in the Army. He was in the Army for half Mckenna's life so she didn't see him that often. Her brother; Nick; was in a gang and got in trouble alot so that left her by herself. Being in Sydney for a long time it left her to do alot of things by herself. She found herself doing weird spells; and fitting into small places. Her ears were starting to become into an elf shape and that was when she got her letter stating she was accepted into Beauxbatons Academy.
Personality:
She is deathly shy. Mckenna is usually really sweet to everyone. She hates people hating her and doesn't really like confrontation. She might seem tough but she is very vulnerable. She is afraid to confront someone and it might make her seem shy. Which she is but only until you get to know her. She may give you a wrong impression but if you get to know her you'll like her.

She's not really outgoing until you get to know her. She loves to have fun with her friends and really takes pride in her family. She loves her family to death and would do anything for them. Her friends are the ones who keep her sane if she didn't have them she would be knowhere. She loves pets and hates seeing them homeless. She's really smart and succseeds in every class. She tends to be the teachers pet and some people judge her about it.

Aside from her shy and bookworm personality theres the party side. She does drink and she does smoke ; but nobody really knows that. She basically has two sides to her. She is partier and hates to show it.
Sample RP:

It was Mckenna's first day at Beauxbatons Academy. She didn't really know anybody and wanted everything to go well. Her parents had shipped her off to France, a few days early so she would be there before the end of the term. Going into this she knew it would be hard to get friends again. She would usually use her looks to get guys and friends and she knew it was wrong but still it was the only way she could do it.
Maybe it was the thought of having a guy for herself; whatever it was she had to find out.

Changing into her outfit she walked into her room. She pulled her hair down into thin waves. She applied her makeup and mascara and grabbed her bag and walked down to the lake. She sat down on a bench and grabbed her book and started reading it.

Must be Rouerie.

[ianconstance]

First Name: Damian (Ian)
Last Name: Constance
Age: 15

Appearance:

History: Ian was born from a pureblood father and muggle mother. He had always greatly anticipated his letter, that is until he was ten, the year before he was supposed to get his letter. His mother had been killed by a group of muggle hating wizards. From then on he shunned all tings wizard. He even went as far as calling them "Freaks of nature" and "Unnatural beasts" (despite the fact he was one himself).

It was on his fifteen birthday that his father had a complete breakdown and started yelling at him for his stubbornness. From then on, Ian decided to attend Beaxbatons, but not without a little disliking of Purebloods.

Personality: Ian is a stubborn man if you ever met one. He's close minded at times, and once he has a belief, he's sticking with it for a while. This is why most people tend to stay away from him. He's a sarcastic one, but with a wicked sense of humor, though. Once you get past his cold, cruel nature, however, you'll find one of the kindest, caring men you've ever met ( or something close to that).

Sample RP:
" Your mother was killed in...a rather tragic accident. "

The words bounced off repeatedly off the teenager's mind. Yeah right, 'accident'. She was killed by a frigging gang of muggle hating wizards, for Merlin's sake! But nooo, of course it's an accident, it's always an accident. He imagined the other several children being told the same thing. Accident..

Welcome to the world of a cliche, angsty, emo teenager's story, He thought to himself, Oh no, my mother has been killed by death eaters, oh woe is me! I think I'll go cut myself and cry tears of blood now, 'kay thanks.

These thoughts brought him at least some humour, some humour in the tragic, angsting teenager's world of Ian Constance.

" Wonder if anyone'll find it odd I'm talking to myself?"

You need to work on your RP Sample.

[hotchocolate01]

First Name: Kaytlin
Last Name: Tennis
Age: 13

Appearance:

History: Kaytlin grew up in a loving household with her mom and her dad. When she was 4 years old, both her parents died in a tragic mishap. She only know that they were murdered. She doesn't know why or by who yet. That loving home and family quickly turned to rubbish. She was sent to live with distant family members. She hated them. She had called child services on them twice. One miraculous day, people finally came and took her away. She now lived with a family that was very nice. She had a twerp little brother, but that was normal. Her father only had an occasional drink. Her mother almost never got mad. She basically kept her cool as much as she could. She loved this new family, even it wasn't as great as her original. She knew that straight away. One thing she doesn't know about her new family, both her new parents are magic.

Personality: Kaytlin is a very lovable girl. She aquired an interest in singing and acting when she was very little. She is a great singer but she doesn't let it take over her world. She has had so many friends in the past. She can walk right up to people and just start a conversation with them, and they end up great friends. She doesn't get mad that often, she was mad at her second family, but thats different. She loves walking, sitting, writing and pretty much just being in nature. She loves the smells and sounds. She also like drawing,writing poetry, and writing letters. She can make friends with almost anyone. She loves animals, especially foxes. She has had many nick names including Kay, Lin, Kayte, and her original parents called her KayKay for awhile. She has taken an interest in healing. She wants to take a healing course, if there is such thing. She loves helping make people better. She loves the color green in all shades.

Sample RP: [Before school, current home, age 11]
Kaytlin was sitting in her room watching the television and waiting. She could hear her little brother, Dominic, coming up the steps. And in a few seconds, as Kay was getting up off her bed, she heard Dominic call for her. "Lin!!!!" She didn't know what he wanted but just the same, she opened her door.

"What do you need Dominic?" Kay walked downstairs and found her bother in the kitchen. It must not have been him she heard walking up the stairs. He cut his finger accidentally. It wasn't bad but it needed cleaned an perhaps medicine. "Oh no! How did you do this? Oh, it doesn't matter come with me."

Kay lead him to the bathroom and rushed some water over his finger. She dried it off and put some medicine on a towel and dabbed his finger with it. She put a bandage on it. "There, all better now. So, how did you do that." She looked at him to wait for an answer. The answer she got was something she might have expected. "With scissors. I was making something. But, it's not done so you can't see it yet. Go watch more t.v, Lin."

Kay walked back upstairs after reassuring he was okay. She was still in her pj's from this morning. She walked over to her closet and picked out a green tank- top and a pair of blue shorts. She changed her clothes and heard her name called once more. She ran downstairs and Dominic was sitting there with a card. Kay grabbed the card and opened it. Thanks for being a great sister. P.S. Thanks for helping me with my fingers

"Thanks Dom. That's sweet. Hey, i am going to go do my hair and lets go to the park. My friend's mom is coming to pick us up." Dominic smiled as Kay ran off to do her hair. Once she was done she grabbed a green bag from up in her room. "Ok, lets roll." They walked outside and sat on the porch to wait for her friend and her mom. She looked beside her and saw a large purple bounce ball. She asked Dom to play and they stood there bouncing the ball back and forth for a few minutes. When her friends came they ran to the car and sat in the seats. They just smiled at each other as the car took off into the road.

Must be Cossu

[miuccia]

First Name: Bellatrix
Last Name: Black
Age: not telling...
Appearance: Long, wavy and curly black hair which is very thick and heavily layered. Heavily lidded eyes that are very black, and dark, hiding many secrets of what things they have seen. Tan skin, from staying in Azkaban.

History: Both parents were Hogwarts attenders; one in Ravenclaw, the other in Slytherin. The mother, Hollie Anette, a Slytherin, played on the holyhead Harpies for nine years, on Voldemort's side, with the Death Eaters since she was 17. The father, Jacques Devan, a Ravenclaw, is still a worker in Expermental Charms Office at the MoM, a Death Eater who joined after marrying Hollie.
Personality: Enjoys watching people get Cruciated, see the Dark Arts performed. Enjoys reading. Looking forward to joing you-know-who when she turns 17. Has a wand of 12 3/4 inches of walnut and dragon heartstring.
Sample RP:
Bellatrix was walking into the Malfoy Manor with her parents for the weekly DE meeting with Voldemort. She heard a rustling in the buxhes and stopped.
Her mother said, "What's it, darling?"
Bellatrix replied, " nothing. One second, you go in."
Her parents entered the Manor and Bellatrix pulled out her wand. A girl, no older than 12, came out from the bushes.
"I know what you are doing." said the girl, quietly.
"What is that, girl?" Bellatrix cackled.
"You are all Death Eaters, following he-who-mustnt-be-named."
"So? I'll Cruciate you, I'll kill you if you tell."
"No, I've all ready sent an owl. The MoM is on its way, Bella."
"How--how--do you know my name?" croaked she.
"You're Bellatrix Black, a fifth year, in Slytherin. Everyone knows you, you cant wait to join him. I know it. And your going to be carted off to Azkaban with your parents."
"Oh!" shouted Bella. "I know you! You're that little Mudblood in hufflpuff! I HATE mudbloods. Crucio!"
Bellatrix's parents came out side and smiled, saying, "Our little Deaht Eater, we are SO proud!"
Bellatrix said, "Warn the others, the MoM is coming."
The three raninto the house and yelled the news. Everyone fled, Apparating and Diapparating everywhere. The three Blacks clasped hands and Disapparated to the Black Mansion in Reykjavik. For the first time in her life, Bellatrix was on her path to becoming a DE. She had switched from Hogwarts to Beauxbatons from being expelled, and was excited to cause trouble there.................

Please re-read the rules, using this name and history is not allowed.

[rachelmartinez]

First Name:Rachel
Last Name:Martinez
Age:12

Appearance:


History: Rachel was born on June 25th, 1995, to Lynn and Paul Martinez, purebloods. Both parents were in Cossu, so when Rachel was growing up, the whole house was cluttered with art supplies, musical instruments, so Rachel was introduced to art at an early age. Besides that, Rachel also had an older sister, Andrea. Andrea was a very kind sis, and both were very close. When she was 9 years old, her sister died. Even though it was rather tragic dieing of cancer, Rachel also knew that Andrea was happy and cancer-free up in heven.

Personality: Rachel is a kind, hard working girl. She enjoys painting, playing the flute, and writing about the world around her. She often is shy, but once she comes out of her shell, Rachel loves to meet new friends. Besides that, she loves to play soccer, and lacrosse. She loves nature, and is not afraid of snakes or spiders.

Sample RP: Rachel walked over to the bench in the courtyard. Tugging off her bookbag, she unzipped the zipper, and got out her art supplies. Glancing around, her eye caught a bunch of flowers. Rachel sighed. She loved to draw. Her arm moved swiftly on the whit paper, filling it with sketches of roses, Daisy's, and tulips.

Rachel looked up. An older kid was walking toward her. "Hi." Rachel said softly. "Hi!" said the stranger. "I'm Mayra. Whats your name?"

"Rachel." She turned around, hoping the kid would just leave her alone.

Mayra sat next to her. "Wanna be friends?" she asked.

"Maybe." Rachel said quietly.

Your history, personality, and RP Sample could all have a bit more in it. Thanks.

Ok! I just re-thought about it, and rereading it helped me on what I could improve in RPing. Now I have changed it around a little, and I hope you don't mind me changing it!

[nathaliedemonte]

First Name: Nathalie
Last Name: Demonte
Age: 16

Appearance: Nathalie has light blond hair and penetrating blue eyes. Her skin is a creamy color, and she has a perfect complexion. Just about the veela complexions, really.
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History: Nathalie was brought up by a rich important family, which is pureblood. She was brought up to think of muggleborns being "inferior" and her parents really spoiled her sometimes. Though Nathalie isn't exactly your "spoiled brat". No, she is spoiled in a different way.

Nathalie was an only child. At the age of 13, her parents divorced. Nathalie choose to live with her mother, for her father had a new girlfriend whom Nathalie detested. She still does, and she's thinking up a really good plan to break them apart.

Personality: Nathalie is the kind of person that loves to be admired. She's half-veela, so that's not too difficult to get. She'll be friendly to you only if she likes you and if you are the personality she likes in a friend. If you get in her way, watch out! She'll make your life miserable. She's the kind that would spread false rumors about her enemies, and she's very intelligent that way. If somethings bothering her, she won't coop it up inside her, she would just let all her anger out in one go - except if it's a friend...she doesn't like hurting her friend's feelings, and is loyal to her friends and family. She can be quite prejudicial, but that's not really her fault, she was just brought up that way. Even though Nathalie seems to be a bad girl, she's good at heart, very deep down. Her hobbies are: Partying, writing horror/angst/drama novels, and listening to music. She also likes drawing, which she does very well.

Sample RP: Nathalie walked into the common room in that elegant, veela-ish way she walked. She looked round and found an empty armchair. She sat down on it, opened her backpack and pulled out the horror novel she was writing. She was just finishing another chapter of the novel when someone else came in. she looked up at the girl. She was looking down at her with a kind of...well, disgusted...look on her face.

"What do you think you're looking at?" snapped Nathalie.

The girl muttered something about Nathalie's family. Nathalie felt her temper rise. That girl was insulting her.

"You know, when you meet someone, you don't just start talking badly about their family." said Nat coolly.

The girl muttered something else. Nat couldn't quite hear what she said, but she could tell it wasn't nice, by the tone of her voice.

Nathalie snatched her bag in disgust and headed towards the door. The girl was a coward. She couldn't even say it straight to her face. But no-one insulted the Demonte family. Especially not in front of Nathalie Demonte. She smirked to herself. She would get her back if it was the last thing she did.

Must be Sournois

[alexanderdraccius]

First Name: Alexander
Last Name: Draccius
Age: 16

Appearance:

History: Alexander lived a normal life. No dead parents, no death eaters attacking his street everyday, just a normal life. His mother was an actress, while his father was an emotionally unstable inventor. However, at the age of seven, he met his Aunt Gwenvelyn. She brought many odd muggle things he'd never heard of, such as old records and CDs, DVDs, and perhaps the most fascinating of all, the guitar. It was then when young Alex discovered his passion for music. He spent many days in his room, tinkering around with the guitar and CDs. He was so fascinated by these muggle things that he even rejected the letter to Beauxbatons to attend muggle school! However, it wasn't until his sixteenth birthday until the fact of what a chance he was missing by not attending Beauxbatons hit him. So now, Alex is happily attending Beauxbatons.

Personality: Alexander is cheerful, funny, and most of all, a musician. Alex believes in creatures most people have stopped believing in, sometimes pretends he's in the shoes of a famous character, and often goes around wearing a large, toothy grin. Although at first, his wide eyed, childish view of life may seem odd to most, after a while,you could easily begin to agree with his view on things. Although he may seem all happy and dandy, anger him and get a mouthful of yellow canaries attacking you.

Sample RP:
"To tum hum," The teenager sang quietly to himself. He looked around him.

How very odd. No one else was around. However, many things in life was odd. Such as the fact that most other children here tended to distance themselves from him. He sighed as the image of his days at Beauxbatons had been going so far. The popular blond girls gripped onto their perfectly tanned boy toys in the hallway, pointing and laughing. The other guys barely even noticed him, joking amongst themselves. And the teachers...even they raised a brow at him once in a while.

But no matter! He could get over it, with a little help from his only friend, Mister Guitar. "Lumos," Alex whispered, and his wand let out a small light that illuminated barely anything. He waved his wand around the room, his dark eyes wandering for any sign of the silver and black guitar. Finally, he caught sight of the stringed instrument shimmering in the dim light. He grabbed a hold of it, and positioned it awkwardly on his lap.

"Guess it's you and me for now," Alexander said cheerfully, but then a slight frown appeared on his face, "Just until I make a friend or two."

But for then, just his guitar would do him fine.

Must be Cossu

[sophiemarie]

First Name
Sophie-Marie
Last name
Deuxbois
Appearance
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Age 16 years old

History

Sophie was born in Paris, but moved to Brest when she was only one years old. Her mother was an extremely vain veela, while her father was also half veela blood, he was much less vain and much kinder. He worked as an auror in the British Ministry of Magic until Sophie turned 9, when her mother was killed by another witch. At age 10 Sophie discovered that she was veela, although she had always wondered about why boys from school had followed her home on many occasions, she had never thought that she had any abnormal magic skill. Her father was killed in a tragic battle with a dark wizard who had escaped askaban, where her father had sent him. She moved back to Paris to live with her mothers sister., another veela woman. Sophie was given second hand clothing, the cloths her cousins had outgrown or disliked. She had never been vain about her looks, she was usually displeased with something about herself, hoping that she would never be like her mother. She watched as her older cousins got letters to go to Beauxbatons academy, but she was left dreaming of the world that she could be involved in. When her letter came she ripped it open breathless and overjoyed to see blue spindly writing across the page, her acceptance letter. She packed her bags and set off for a better life.

Personality

Sophie was always interested in reading large novels that were usually above her grade level. She had scored good grades in writing, although she did not enjoy it. She had always loved quiditch, watching it, but she could never preform like that in front of anybody. She was extremely shy, but very personable, often happy to meet new people.

Sample RP

Sophie looked out of the rain splattered window, the outline of her childhood home fading into the wet past. She straightened in her seat, twirling a lock of deep brown hair around her finger, Her stomach was doing back flips, her heart was racing, although all she had done was run from her porch to the cab. She smiled softly, remembering the feeling she had had when she opened her letter, how many times she had read it in the last few weeks of the hot summer, she could not remember. The figures out of her window were becoming more distinct as the sun made a feeble attempt at freedom, just like she was doing now. She couldn't help but grin again, I will not see the inside of that gray stone house for a long, long time. She thought remembering her dreary room, thank you and she leaned in her seat, waiting for her future to begin.

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First Name: Laetitia Ana
Last Name: Bennet
Age: 16
Appearance: Clicky

History:

Laetitia was born in England to a family of snobbish purebloods.
She lived, what could be considered as a normal life… none of her family were killed by rabid hordes of Centaurs, neither were they the heir to any prestigious legacy. But they acted as if they were, the legacy bit at least.
Her family prided themselves upon their pure heritage and their looks which seemed to be just as famous as their family name.
The families black hair and amber eyes were that of legend, but when Laetitia was born, the family were in uproar. She had broken the chain…
She was then shunned by her extended family, her mother even looking down her nose at her……the only person who would even talk to her was her father.

Personality:

Laetitia was brought up in a house full of deceit and loathing….her mother loathed her for breaking the family chain of Black hair and Amber eyes……she had, much to her mother’s dismay golden blonde hair and oceanic blue eyes.
When one of your parents loathe you, and cannot even stand the sight of you……for some it would be mentally and emotionally scarring, but for Laetitia, she simply ignored it…she ignored her mother’s taunts and her blatantly obvious insults, and started to rebel against her.
She had not a care for her…why, then would it matter if she was out until four in the morning, partying with friends in a Muggle club?
No one would care……it wouldn’t matter to anyone…
Her lack of maternal care, made her insensitive…almost cruel. Her melodic voice, overcome with arrogance……her eyes squinted in a mocking glare, her mouth twisted into a sneer……Although she may appear to have a heart of stone, some of the things she says and does have a bigger effect on her, than the person they’re aimed at.
So in retrospect…she does feel the pain of her words.

Sample RP:

It was a muggy night, the full moon was blazing behind the soft scatter of clouds, the wind howled softly as it ran through the trees……all was quiet….all was peaceful. But in one particular house, the silence had been broken, and would have been broken all over the Neighbourhood, if it wasn’t for some choice silencing spells.
“How could you do this to us?” Screamed a woman that you’d think wouldn’t possess that kind of voice, for it was too harsh…to loud for such a small person. “Quite easily actually” replied a slightly arrogant voice……a smirk on her cherry red lips. “Don’t you take that tone with me!” shouted the smaller woman.
“What tone? We hardly ever speak, how would you know what this tone is?” said the girl with the cherry red lips, her smirk had fallen, her teeth were now clenched in anger, her Azure eyes spitting flames.
“How dare you speak to me like that!” bellowed the black hair woman, her hand clutching her wand, her knuckles turning white. “I can speak to you however I want!”
“I am your mother!”
“Oh! When did you figure that out?” the girl said sharply…she knew it hurt, but she didn’t care, she wanted to hurt her as much as she had hurt her whole life. She walked towards the wooden stairs, her hand grasped the banister.
“You’re a disgrace to this family!” the woman yelled, her chest inhaling sharply. The girl took two steps before she turned her head slight, a smirk clearly evident on her face…
”Like I’ve never heard that before”.

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