Sorting (Term Seven)

[evelandtwlight]

First Name: Rosabella

Last Name:Luncerine

Age:14

Appearance: Long wavy black hair that comes down to her elbows, blue eyes,and very pale skin. Rosabella is very small
about 5'0 and very skinny. [She's very pretty in her own
way].

History: Edward and Kaitlin Luncerine ,Rosabella's parents
are both purebloods.About three months after Rosabella
was born her mother passed away leaving a lonely feeling
in the house.When Rosabella was about 4 years old her
father remarried.After the wedding her step mother had
a son.

Personality: Rosabella is a smart,shy,sweet girl. Who loves to
read and learn new things.She's very quiet and doesn't
fit well in with other kids her age.Rosabella likes being alone
because, the only person she's ever had was herself.

Sample RP: Rosabella looked up at the sky and felt so alone,
wanting to know what was going to happen next.Stepping
into the carriage awaiting the journey ahead of her.Feeling
scared, she looked into the sky and started to imagine what Beauxbatons would be like.A place where she could find the
real Rosabella, herself and her talents thats what she wanted.

You still need to fix your name in your profile. Also, please work on your spacing between sentences and your RP still needs work.

[billie]

First Name: Billie

Last Name: O’Rourke

Age: 16

Appearance: Billie has silky black hair that falls down well past her shoulders and is normally up in a simple ponytail. She has bright blue eyes that are always rimmed with black eyeliner and she always wears bright red lipstick that contrasts nicely with her pale complexion. She is 5”4 and around a size 14 (Australian) and when she isn’t in her school uniform she is always seen in a pair of dark blue jeans and a band shirt. She has a small eyebrow ring in her right eyebrow that was a present from one of her muggle friends for her 16th birthday.

History: Billie has grown up in France but was born in Australia to her two Australian parents. The O’Rourke family moved to France when Billie was only four years old and she barely remembers anything about her home country. She is a half blood witch since her mother was muggle-born and her father was pureblood. Billie started Beauxbatons in her first year when she received her letter and has been going there ever since.

Personality: Billie is a cheerful person who always speaks her mind, even if she shouldn’t. She is constantly talking to the people around her, which tends to get her into trouble with the teachers and sometimes other students, and isn’t afraid to interrupt the class for a quick joke or to voice her opinion on something. She is a bit of a bookworm and is also heavily into music to the point where she will randomly burst into song, usually one of the muggle songs she learnt over the holidays. Her parents are big workaholics who have impacted greatly on Billie making her less inclined to do her work rather than clown around the school. Her parents work habits also largely effected her personality by making her highly independent.

Sample RP: Billie O’Rourke practically skipped down the halls of Beauxbatons on her way to her first class of the day humming to herself as she went. It was just after the Christmas holidays and Billie had gained a bunch of new CD’s for Christmas including a Disturbed album.
“Shout, shout, let it all out, these are things I could do without” she muttered cheerfully ignoring the strange looks she was getting from a bunch of third years she passed, “So come on, I’m talking to you so come on”
Billie didn’t think she was a bad singer so she continued to ignore everyone until she finally got to her class and walked in, greeting the teacher cheerfully and taking a seat in the middle of the class next to a friend of her.

You need to work on your RP. It needs to be a bit longer. You need to remember punctuation and grammar and so on. Thanks.

[ish101]

First Name: Ishmael
Last Name: Reynolds
Age: 17

History Ishmael was born in Spain to Amelia and Ezekiel Reynolds, he had a privileged childhood, getting whatever he wanted when ever he wanted, but this was clouded by the fact that his father a muggle was always out on business, while his mother was busy with her own life to even notice that she had a son. He was submerged in muggle society for the moment he was born, as his father didn’t approve of Ishmael having magical ability. He was shipped off to numerous boarding schools across the world. Ishmael’s need for magic and power however was too strong and his father soon understood that Ishmael needed to attend a magic school or he would lose his son forever.

But Ishmael’s father’s realisation was too late, the many years that Ishmael faced being ridiculed for being special had taken it toil on him. His heart was filled with a hate for people, and soon his blood also changed from muggle born wizard to Dominic blood wizard.

Personality: Ishmael is an arrogant and self-absorbed man, with only himself in mind. He is a manipulative person that believes he’s god’s gift to humanity. His up bringing was an essential part of what he has become and how he behaves.

He is an extremely stunning creature with features that could stop any woman in her tracks. He uses this to his advantage, using people for his own gain. He is a good person though; he only needs someone to show him how good he really is.

Sample RP: Who doesn’t love the evil guy? That was his motto. Of course everyone loved the evil guy. Evil was always far more attractive that good could ever be. He hands were deep in his pockets, eyes a cold azure that was in a way vivacious, due to his vanity. He was young; with stunning features everywhere he could do anything, anyone. He was a force that would one day change the world.

A grin, was now settling upon his full lips, long black hair fell on to his face, with a moment only dancers could accomplish his hands swiftly moved the hair strands away from his beautiful face. He continued walking, bare footed. Why the hell hadn’t he worn any shoes? He couldn’t find them xD.[/size]

Your RP sample could have been a bit longer, but, it must be Sournois.

[darkmadness]

First Name: Micheal

Last Name: Roine

Age: 17 years old

Appearance:


History: Micheal was born in London, where he had no idea of the magical world. After growing up and learning of how his mother really died, Micheal made it his goal to make the ones that did it pay. He has no family other than his father. He came to Beauxbatons after being kicked out of Hogwarts for fighting.

Personality: Micheal is a loner, he likes to stay by himself and tends to keep himself that way. He is mean when others try to talk to him and he sneers at everything that is said. He doesn't listen well when it comes to others opinions and has a hard time with authority in the classes. Micheal has a father and no other family; His mother was killed in the war. Micheal has no siblings and he doesn't know alot about his family. Although he likes to stay by himself, those close to him know him the best. He rarely lets others get close but those that have, he holds them dearly and is very protective of them.

Sample RP: Walking through his home, Micheal was seething. He just spent two hours of having to listen to his father scream at him. He was kicked out of Hogwarts for fighting, so what? It didn't matter much to Micheal so he didn't understand why it mattered to his father.

Micheal walked up staries to his bedroom and slammed the door. His father told him to get out of his sight. He flung himself on his bed knocking his books on to the floor. Not much mattered to Micheal, not since his mother died.

About half an hour later, Micheal's father stomps up the staries and comes into his bedroom. "Now I don't want any lip from you. I am sending you to Beauxbatons this year and so help me if you get kicked out of this school, I am sending you away!" He shouted and walked back out of Micheal's room.

Micheal rolled his eyes and sighed. //Great now I have to deal with rich French people. Oh the bloody joy never ends.// He thought to himself.

Must be Sournois

[britneylaroche]

First Name: Britney
Last Name: LaRoche
Age: 12
Appearance:


History:
Britney Isabella LaRoche was born on December 24th, to Juan and Maria LaRoche. From Day 1, she was living happy, undisturbed childhood in the classic Suburbia. Her parents bought her the finest toys and clothes available.

But Britney didn't like her parents' lifestyle. She preferred to be outside, riding her bike around the block or swinging in the deserted park. She always felt distant, different from all the other children at her private school. The teachers often contacted Britney's parents about her abnormal behavior, but they often dismissed it as a 'phase'.

When she was nine years old, Britney got the shock of a lifetime. Her father pulled her aside one day, and asked if anything weird had been going on. Britney, oblivious to the fact that many times the cookie she had wanted would come flying to her, shook her head. Then, her father told her a tale of a magical world, full of witches and wizards, ghouls and goblins. Britney, figuring that he was trying to entertain her, only sat and laughed at the tales he told. But then, he told her something that changed her entire perspective of the world. He said that she was one of these witches, that she could do magic herself. For almost a week, Britney refused to believe him. After all, magic was impossible - right? No one could possibly make things fly with a snap of their fingers, or transform a cat into a teacup.But, alas, she gave in to her father's claims, and agreed to begin learning.
The next year, she got a letter. it was a letter that she had been anticipating for some time, but also believed that this was all a dream, and that she would wake up soon enough. But the letter did in fact come, and Britney was sent off to Beauxbatons.

Personality:
Britney is a very bubbly person. She is always smiling and talkitive. She has never been considered to be the 'smart one' in class, because she spends most of her time doodling on parchment.

Sample RP:
The sun beat down on the Beauxbatons campus, making most students stay inside the climate-controlled castle. But there were a few people still on the Grounds, either relaxing or heading to the Gardens. Among the students was Britney LaRoche. She stood out not only because of her bright bink one-piece, but also because she was almost a foot shorter than everyone else.

She waded into the water, smiling as it tickled her calves. She walked in until she could no longer touch the ground. Britney kicked her feet in the water, keeping herself afloat.Then, she dived under the water. She kept her eyes open. Although it was blurry through human eyes, the underwater world was still spectacular. Fish darted around in every color of the rainbow, parting the blues of the water. Britney smiled, before coming to the surface.She took a dep breath of air, and slicked back her wet brown hair.

Britney laid on top of the water and held her breath. She looked up at the sky and smiled. It was the perfect end to a not-so-perfect week.

I'm gonna ask you to take out the animagus part. Only because it's something that is hard for even adults to accomplish, much less a 12 year old. Thanks.

Must be Rouerie.

[kvastag]

First Name:
JacLyn

Last Name:
Rae

Age:
15

Appearance:



History:
JacLyn was born in November, and raised in London. Even at a very young age she was speaking and exploring everything, she would get into as much mischief as possible. Her brother, Zac was born when she was eight, but due to complications he died four years later. Her parents never really explained his death but it had taken a huge toll on her and sent her into depression. Zac always seemed very special and he left a lasting impression on her. JacLyn had isolated herself at school and continued to push her friends and people she loved away until they gave up. When they moved to Scotland just 4 years ago she decided she needed a change and to step it up. She totally transformed herself and tried her hardest she could to make friends as she missed them.

JacLyn became someone totally different, she could now make friends very easily, and things seemed to be working out for her and her family. That was up until last year when her father mysteriously disappeared. Rumors flew in the air of what really happened but her mother wanted nothing to do with it, it was hard enough grieving with out the papers and reporters in her face. Abruptly packed their bags and moved to a new country, once again, to France. With in a couple of weeks they were situated in their new home, JacLyn still trying to figure out what happened to her father, a burning hope inside her that he was still alive.

Personality:
One of JacLyn’s biggest weaknesses is she doesn’t think before she speaks which has been quite the disadvantage in the past. Along with that, she’s very blunt and says whats on her mind. JacLyn doesn’t necessarily think before she does things either, if she sees something dark and spooky, if she wants to investigate, she will no matter if she’s alone or with people. She also has a very huge weakness for animals. Her strengths are she’s very loyal and can make friends instantly, she’s fun loving and likes going to big gatherings and enjoys meeting new people. She’s not afraid to state her feelings either.


Sample RP:
JacLyn trudged down to the beach, her mind humming with thoughts. She had a to do list today, first of which was go for a swim. It seemed slightly ridiculous however because the sky was starting to cloud over and the wind was picking up. She didn’t care, a smile bright on her face. JacLyn seemed to been enjoying France. She would be starting at Beauxbatons in a few weeks, the idea was rather exciting. She sighed lightly, her mind traveling back to her father. She knew he was out there and that one day he’d come looking for her, and he’d find her again and they’d all be reunited. Pushing the thoughts out of her mind, she laid her beach towel down on the damp sand even though she didn’t see much of a point in it, the rain was already falling and it would just get soaked anyways.

She was funny like that, she just didn’t care. JacLyn peered out over the water , the waves crashing into the beach and some far off rocks, the rain was now making it down her spine sending shivers through her. To be honest, the water didn’t look much warmer, nor did it look that inviting anymore. There was one thing she did hate about France, however, the bloody rain. It was so unnecessary. No place on earth should ever have this much rain.

JacLyn was now standing right where the water met the sand, waiting for a wave to come in to see exactly what the damage would be, biting down on her lip softly she shut her eyes waiting for it to come. It wasn’t the slightest bit pleasant, she was going to take a rain check on this one. Jumping out of the next waves way she sprinted back to her towel and headed back to her home, noticing a group of dark skinned boys on her way. JacLyn waved and offered a polite smile, she’d talk to them some other time, when she was fully clothed, and not scantily clad in a bathing suit. Shaking her head, she laughed lightly to herself.

Must be Rouerie

[richelle]

First Name: Richelle

Last Name: Massenger

Age:Eleven

Appearance:

History: Richelle was born in Toulouse, France to her French mother and father. They are both Pure-Bloods and are also both very rich. Richelle grew up as an only child, until she turned five. At this age her parents had their second and last child, Rosalynn. She spent most of her time with her family at the home in Toulouse. She became interested dancing over the years and she just got better and better at it. She was mainly taught Ballet by her mother, but learned other in special schools and the like. When she turned eleven, her mother and father happily sent her toward Beauxbatons.

Personality: Richelle has always been described most as kind, selfless and loving. She always thinks about others before herself and likes to help out with anything she can. She was raised very well and was taught to always be respectful and polite. A few of her bad sides are that she can be a little too open minded and sometimes falls for tricks and such. Though she is rather smart, and enjoys reading, she can't concentrate very well and sometimes has problems in her classes.

Sample RP: The rhythm of the tree branch hitting her bedroom window was all Richelle had. The light tapping . She closed her eyes and thought about how exactly to start. She knew that once she did get started, she would most definitely be able to finish a nice long dance without hesitation. She stretched her right leg out in front of her and then pulled her whole body forward into a leap.
“What is this?”
Richelle lost her footing and fell to the soft carpeted floor at the sound of the foreign voice. She turned her head to the source, brown hair flying. “Nothing mother.” She giggled, the stood up again as her mother left the room. "Hmph." She closed her eyes and balanced herself. Then opening her eyes she did a quick pirouette accross the room.
"Beautiful!" She exclaimed as she pulled the bow from her hair and slouched down onto her bed.

Must be Rouerie.

[aked]

First Name: Callum
Last Name: Alsiehd
Age: 15
Appearance:
Callum is extremely tall, around six foot two and he's still growing. He's definately not body builder material but he's definately got some muscles. He's got light blue eyes that always seem to sparkle and they are literally the windows to his soul, any emotion that Callum feels is shown through his eyes. While his natural hair colour is actually a light blonde, Callum dyed his hair a firey red and it's likely it'll stay that colour till he graduates.

History:
Callum grew up in France with his Dad (his mother left just after he was born), and he never learnt how to speak French. He was always the kid to get into trouble at school, though somehow he always managed to get himself out of trouble just as fast. Callum has never gotten along with his father, probably because his father has always been overprotective of his only child.

While Callum grew up, he never understood why he had the most random things happen to him. Then of course, he got a letter from his mother just before his eleventh birthday. It explained that she was a witch, and that she had been sure when she had left him and his dad that Callum was a wizard. Though he didn't believe it at the time, he soon did when he recieved a letter from a small school located on a island near Australia. He spent most of his schooling there and then of course, he got into trouble, but this was one time that he had been unable to talk himself out of trouble. Callum was expelled and his father was furious, so he enrolled Callum at Beauxbatons, hoping that if he was closer to home, that Callum would behave. We'll have to see.

Personality:
While Callum is a trouble maker in all senses of the words, he has a kind heart. He can never leave a crying woman alone, he has to comfort her and be sure that she will be okay. It's not like he's a soft-hearted ponce, but Callum does understand feelings and while he tries not to show them, his eyes always give him away.

Still, while he's always been kind to every girl that he has ever met, Callum always has trouble with males. He had very few male friends because they always seemed to annoy him. This was one of the reasons he was kicked out of his old school, he got into a fight with a guy that would just not leave him alone.

Anyway, Callum can be the nicest guy you'll ever meet but if you say the wrong thing at the wrong time and if you're a guy, you're likely to get beaten. He's got a firey temper, just like his hair and never backs down. Callum is stubborn and he's intelligent, so he's almost always right. He doesn't let anything get in the way of his goals and he never allows himself to get distracted from enjoying his life.

All in all, Callum is definately a guy to watch out for, because you never know what he'll do.

Sample RP:

A hand ran through firey red hair and a soft sigh escaped his lips. Paper crumpled in his hands as they turned into fists. It was once a neatly written letter from his mother, the one who had abandoned him and his father. She was trying to get into contact with him again. The paper scrunched up even more as his fists tightened, he was trying to control his anger, but it wasn't working yet.

His jaw steeled and his emotionless mask slipped over his face, the only problem was that his eyes showed the emotion he was wrestling down and it didn't look pretty. His mother had tried to contact him, again, and he knew the reason why. Ilka Strandser had finally heard that her son, who she had left just after he was born, was a powerful wizard and that he was making a name for himself.

The letter, if you could call it that, was now ripped apart by the grip that he held it in. The words that were once beautifully scripted were now illegible and as that thought slipped through the fifteen-year-old's mind, his body relaxed and the anger dissappeared. It was just a letter and it had been destroyed. It was over, for now.

Must be Sournois

[peytonlrd]

Peyton Lorelei Renée Duquette
<sub>DOB: January 19th, 1992
AGE: 15

APPEARANCE:


BIO:
Peyton Lorelei Renée Duquette was born January 19th, 1992 in London, England. Her mother had am at-home-birth when she was born. Peyton was born the bedroom that was meant to be hers, and wasn't allowed to leave that room. She was isolated to the world outside her bedroom. Though, Peyton was spoiled, even if she was stuck in a room. She had house elves tending to her every need. Whatever she wanted, the house elves got it for her.

At a young age Peyton's parents started teaching her the ways of Dark Arts, how to tame her magic and other things. But, mostly it was Dark Arts. This is when she learned what Death Eaters where, and that her parents were one of them. That some day, she will be one too.

As Peyton got older, she had killed one of the house elves because her father told her to. Peyton was in shock. She had killed her favorite house elf, her best friend. Since then, she got more hesitant about using the spells and curses her parents had taught her. Peyton's father would hit her when she didn't do as she was told. Tough love, was what her father always called that. He'd always say stuff like, "Don't you dare turn out like Valentino, Kid, Don't you dare!"

Peyton was curious who this Valentino person was. She was so isolated in this room, the only people he knew were her parents and the house elves. One day, her mother was giving Peyton her Potions lesson. She asked then who her father was talking about. Her mother answered honestly, said it was her brother. But, left it at that. Peyton didn't ask anymore questions on the subject.

It wasn't long after that, that Peyton's father barged into her room, ranting and raving about Valentino running away. He tells him he's a Death Eater and the boy ups and leaves, just like that. Peyton made the mistake of asking a question then. It was an innocent question. Just, "What did Valentino look like?". Peyton's father glared at her and just started hitting her, until she bled. Her mother tried stopping him, but by the time he stopped Peyton was unconscious. Since that moment, Peyton strongly feared her father.

When Peyton came through again, there was a note from her mother, and a picture of some boy. The letter explained things. Why she didn't know she had an older brother, why she wasn't allowed outside her room, etc. Peyton hid the note and the picture, like the note said.

After that, Peyton became curious about the world outside her bedroom, and started spending a lot more time looking out the window. She also became more curious about the brother she never knew. When Peyton was alone with her mother, she'd asked her questions about her brother, she was too afraid to say anything in front of her father.

To put the cherry on top, Peyton became more and more rebellious. She didn't want to use those spells. Every time she refused, her father would hit her. But, her rebelliousness pissed off her father. Peyton just refused to do that stuff her father wanted her to do. He'd yell at her, hit her and then turn to her mother and he'd usually yell things like, "I knew hiding her away from that boy wouldn't work!"

Scenes like this became a common occurrence, Peyton couldn't take it anymore. She was tired of being locked away from the world. She was tired of getting hurt, tired of being forced to do these horrible spells. Peyton grabbed a backpack, stuffed clothes, the toy rabbit her mother gave her when she was a baby, pictures and other essentials. Peyton wrote her mother a note, mostly apologizing and saying why she left. When she was done, she climbed out the window and ran away, not looking back at the house.

She was out, in the world beyond her four walls. She was going to find her brother...

PERSONALITY:
Peyton isn't bad, but she isn't a goody-goody either. She's quiet and shy, but she's mostly curious (yet scared) about world she just came into. She didn't talk to people, unsure how they'd act. Being isolated in a bedroom for as long as you lived with the only other contact to people were your parents and house elves. What if she did something wrong? Would they hit her? Peyton's always hesitant when meeting people, or she just tries to avoid them at all costs.

Since Peyton was raised with house elves waiting on her hand and foot since she was real little. Anything she wanted, the house elves got it for her, no matter what. So, she feels superior over others, like she was some princess and anyone and everyone should get her what she wanted, anytime she wanted it. Whenever Peyton actually does talk to someone, her tone is usually demanding, as if she was talking to a house elf.

Peyton has a hard time trusting people. She doesn't know how. She only person she ever trusted was her mother. But, that was her mum. You're suppose to trust your parents, right?

Peyton gets excited easily, over the tiniest things. She's pretty much a child, with the innocence she managed to keep even after using all the horrible spells her parents taught her. Her curiosity often gets her into trouble. She explores a lot, and likes dark places best. From what she's seen anyway. Peyton's always been a big fan of the stars, even when trapped in her bedroom.

SAMPLE RP:
Peyton took a breath, looking around this world that she once admired from inside her bedroom. Looking out at everything, it looked so small. Like it never was really there, just something that'd give her something to look at day after day. It always changed. But now. Now that Peyton was out, everything seemed ten times bigger. It made her feel small all of a sudden.

Her eyes scanned the area as she adjusted her backpack on her shoulders. What was she suppose to go now? Where was she suppose to go to finder her brother? What would she do if she ever finds her brother. Peyton hasn't thought of that before. Actual meeting the brother she heard so much about. What would she say?

Peyton let out a sigh, pushing some of her hair from out of her pale white face. She had been stuck in a bedroom for all her life, never got out in the sun before. Other than when it shinned in through her window, she never realized how bright the sun really was. People could be mistaking her as a vampire, her skin was so white. But, Peyton was oblivious that people may be staring at her. She just tried to pretend they weren't there, and so far was succeeding at it.

Peyton then just started walking, letting her feet take her where ever they wished for her to go. She just wanted to explore this new world. She wanted to learn more...</sub>

Must be Sournois.

[joliedoiron]

Jolie
Lilian-Jean
Doiron
Jolie is a kind, caring girl who is unique and an imaginative dreamer. She gets high marks in class and loves to make friends. She was born in the fiji islands to a half blood and and a half-mermaid blood. She had to keep her magic skills a secret, for the people would think she was an evil witch. She had to move out of the islands at the age of six to go to Poland. Then She was moved to Italy, then to France to go to school. She was recently kicked out of Hogwatss Ravenclaw. She has Light brown hair with dark, bue-green eyes. She doesn't spend a lot of time concentrating on her looks - she likes herself the way she is. She loves to take pictures ("Mom! give me the camera! I need to capture this!").
Sample:
I’ll always regret that time I wore the necklace. I should have listened to Aunt Grede, when she told me about the dangers under the sea. She’ll never forgive me now, even when I gave her in return a pink pearl necklace for one ‘sorry’. Here’s the story.

“ELENORA!!! ELENORA!!! Get over here! I need help with these boxes!” Aunt Grede yelled from the back room, a muffled shout through the boxes in front of her face that she was carrying. All the boxes were labeled ‘Mermaids jewels’. It’s the shop - quite small – that my aunt Grede works at. I come here everyday after school, to help Aunt Grede and do my homework besides. The walls are painted coral green, pink, and purple. When you come in, you seem like you’re underwater, the fish swimming around, and the cool feeling of sea blowing on your cheeks. We have an aquarium in a corner of the shop with tropical fish all different sizes and colors. Now that makes you feel like you’re at sea. They’re named Crish, Angela (for the angel fish), Spiky, and Jolly. I named Crish and Angela. Aunt Grede named Spiky and Jolly.
I ran into the back room to help aunt Grede with the boxes.
“OOOOFFF!” I breathed out when I put the Box on the floor. “Need any more help? Wow that was heavy…”
“Nope!” Aunt said, “Just these Boxes! Thanks!” She walked out of the back room, and slammed the door, like I was going to stay locked in that room forever or something.
I just then noticed a necklace, hung on the wall. It was strung by pearls, and there was a pinkish-whitish shell in the middle of that ‘seemed like never ending’ line string of pearls. Out of all, this made me feel most like I was in the sea. I faintly remembered Aunts’ words: “Never touch anything in the back room without permission by ME!”
It wouldn’t hurt, I thought, Just to put it around my neck, and look in the mirror? It wouldn’t hurt at ALL.
I took the necklace off the hook and placed it around my neck. A faint tingle shivered me around my neck, then, BLACKNESS.

Please go back to the first post in this thread and follow the instructions posted.

[elecceil]

First Name: Susumu
Last Name: Kinjo
Age: 17
Appearance:
History: Susumu was born November 13, to Ayumu and Shiori Kinjo. Susumu is the third son of the Kinjo family. His family lives in the capitol of the Okinawa prefecture, Naha. He lives with his father, two older brothers and his aunt. His father owns a shop that sells all kinds of magical items, as well as herbs and potion needs. His mother came from a long line of artists and musicians. The Kinjo family is famous for having strong abilities in the dark arts. Very much like the rest of his family his strongest skills were in dark magic. However his most powerful abilities are in divination.
Ever since a young age, Susumu played the guitar for fun, which developed his love of music. His mother said that he should practice music like the way he does magic. Like his mother Susumu is an aspiring artist. However, his father wants him like his other siblings to join the family business. Susumu was very close to his mother before she passed away. After which his Aunt Midori came to live with them. Midori supports Susumu in his work. She promised when he gets ready to go to college she would help him get into the Okinawa Actor’s School
Personality: Susumu is a very energetic, hyperactive, artist who is always found with a sketch book, or with his guitar. He is rarely ever serious, or negative. Even though he is very energetic he is often quite. He tries to act like a rocker, dressing up in strange clothing and he even went as far as percing both ears. Susumu likes mysteries, and loves to play detective. Susumu likes to hang out with the art and music crowd, and with the weird kids.
Sample RP: Tick tock tick tock, went the clock on the wall. The scratching sound of a pencil on paper filled the room as music lightly played in the background. He leaned back on the chair, lifting the front legs of the floor. The pencil exchanged from hand to hand, then to his mouth. Marks from several encounters of bite marks covered the eraser. Susumu rocked back and forth in his chair, thinking about what to write next. He picked up the paper on his desk. His eyes carefully scanned each line. “Time stands still when its just you and me. Perfect, eternal, true harmony.” He read and took the pencil out of his mouth. Susumu started to get flustered. He messed up his hair with the left hand as his chair came back to the floor. “Come on, I’m a clairvoyant why can’t I see what to right next?” He complained as he stared down at the page on the desk. Writing a song was never this tuff. Maybe the creative flow is interrupted when you try to look ahead.

Must be Cossu.

[illusion]

First Name:Illusion

Last Name: Hawk

Age: 16

Appearance:

History: Adopted. That’s the life that Illusion leads. Born into a dark family, who's only wish was to corrupt this poor unfortunate soul. Only to be saved by grace. Adopted by the wonderful Hawk family, Illusion leads a happy and normal life. Being an only child she is quite content with the way things we're run. Up until her 12th birthday, Illusion's family was blessed with another child a younger son, Brent. Much to Illusions dismay she was no longer the princess. As her father used to call her, before Brent came into the picture. The day she got her letter, she was so happy. Because she was placed back into her families graces.

Personality: Illusion's personality is different. She cares to much about others lives, than her own. If she struggles with life’s hardships at the same time as one of her friends, she would chose them over her own struggles. At times she's quiet, but other times she's quite out-spoken and brave. Illusion is quite artistic, and loves to take photos and draw, forming the Perfect scene. She is truly a dreamer, believing in true romance, and true love. But believes it will never happen to her own self.

Sample RP: Blue eyes locked onto the path in front of her. Illusion walked the halls of her new home. Home, how she missed her parents and maybe even her little snot nosed brother Brent. Her bag over her long shoulders, as she walked, slipping from them. Picking it up as she stumbled, as it hit the ground. Annoyed that the bag, was so heavy that she couldn't carry it another step. Shaking her head, Illusion let a smile form on her lips. "Wingadium Leviosa" she said with a flick of her wand. The perfect incantation, as her bag lifted off the ground.

Like a musician's baton, she lead herself and bag up the stairs, trying her best to keep control over the wild bag's swaying motion. Finding that she had caused enough trouble this once, she placed the bag on the ground, with a 'Thud' picking the bag up and pulling it back over her shoulders she resumed her own travels.

Illusion slowly walked towards the common room. Here home while she was away. Glancing around the dimly lit room, she found her bed and placed her bag on the silver and purple sheets that she had brought from home. The soft calming purr of her cat Kitten, came to her ears as she hopped on the bed, her green luminous eyes watching Illusion as she cleaned her bed-side.

Finding the moving picture of her family Illusion sighed. The smiling faces of her two wonderful parents, even the face of her twerp brother Brent was welcoming. Going to her bed, Illusion picked the cat up and placed Kitten on her lap, petting her long silky coat. The soft footsteps of another arriving into the common room seemed to fade as they stopped in front of the door.

Carefully getting up. Illusion silently went to the door. Grasping the cold door knob, she turned it. The one outside the door, came crashing onto the floor.

Must be Cossu

[ilea]

First Name: Ilea

Last Name: McGregor

Age: 17

Appearance:


History: Having been born 17 years to the day on January 19th, to her parents whom were humans. Her father was of British Royalty fell in love with her mother who was a maiden that took care of him. His parents didn't very well approve of their son's choice in a wife, but they didn't have much of a choice seeing that she was pregnant with Ilea. After the long await of their daughter, Ilea was born on January 19th weighing about 5lbs even and was 18inches long. Full head of brown hair and brown eyes, her parent's pride and joy.

As Ilea grew older over the hears, it wasn't until her 16th birthday was she bitten by a guy she had met at a bar, both were tipsy as it was or though it seemed. They went back to his place only to find that he had all the intention in the world to feed off of her, but left enough that would change Ilea's life forever. He had turned her into a vampiress. He had left her to fend for herself without knowing what to do. Feeding and running was all she did, but mainly fed off of animals which were bitter tasting. It wasn't until a year later that he had returned to show her the ropes of being a Vampire, she later moved back with her parents and decided to finish school after she moved from London to France with them.

Personality: Ilea is the jealous type that will do what it takes to get her way. She was brought up to be respectful, however, when her sire turned her into a vampire, she lost all of that and did what she wanted. Even though Ilea decided for herself to finish school, she'll never be the same person everyone once knew. She's devious, callous and cold. She is the kind that likes to start fights and end them quickly.

Now, she has a side of her that no one has ever seen before since she was turned. Deep down inside of her, she has the ability to love another person, but it takes the right person who is persistant enough to deal with her rages. She's hard to get close to and will do what she can to push someone away. She's doesn't like showing affection out in the opening, but when in private, she will show it. Yes, Ilea likes her privacy.

Sample RP:

It had been a little over 72 hours and counting for the lack of sleep that Ilea had received within the past week, even though she hadn't slept a wink, she was still perfectly flawless and refreshed to think and to look as good as she does. Some could say that she was a diamond in the rough, however, Ilea thought differently. She was just a plain Jane with much hate in everyone. Though she was always grateful for the things she earned in her life, but this isn't what kept her up for the past three nights in a row.

The nights had grown silent and this had made Ilea very uneasy about things, she had been isolating herself to think of a way to get away from everyone. She was merciless to anyone who stepped in her way, once a forgiving person at times, but now that she was older, she could careless what others thought. As she walked through the Alley that she has heard many call it the Shadows of Death, her footsteps were silent as if she were walking upon a cloud. Her sun golden brown hair and her body was covered by her black hooded cloak.

For she did not wish to be recognized by anyone, but was in need of a place to sit and needed a very stiff drink at that. The darkness of the night clouded above her, the stars showed fear of appearance, including the bright moon that shines brightly was even afraid to come out this fateful night. Was it just her or was something significant going to happen tonight? This Ilea was uncertain. Upon entering a little pub off a smaller alley, her black robes flicked behind her as she stepped up the steps and walked inside to a smoke cluttered room and it's stench of alcohol lurking in the air.

Ignoring everyone in sight, they stared at her as she passed with silence, not a sound made, not an action taken, just silence. Making her way to a table far in the back where it was dark and not very well lit, which was how she liked it....secluded, isolated from conversations unheard. A barmaid made her way to the table with an offering of alcohol and set it down. Ilea's dark figure made the woman nervous and scared, Ilea could sense it and smiled an unseen smile. Taking a sip of the drink, then quickly spit it out, and tossed it on the woman. In a low dangerous voice, Ilea sneered "Get me a fire whiskey. Wench." as she wiped her mouth off with a napkin and sat there.

A sigh escaped from her mouth as the woman ran off to fetch it, only to return within moments with what she asked for. Taking a sip, she shooed the woman off back to her own little place. Sitting there, she had contemplating on what she was going to do, she had to think of something else, something that would be fun. But what could it be? Tapping her foot softly against the broken tiled floor, she sat there, not in distress, not lost, just simply thinking of the possibilities. Though it was hard to do since some people liked to stare at her, minding her business, she sipped on her drink and continued to contemplate.


Must be Sournois.

[cybelle]

Name:

[/color] Cybelle Sinclair
Age:[/color] 13
Appearance:[/b][/u]



History:
Growing up, Cybelle was always a ponderous creature. Yess... ponderous indeed. She was normally seen poking her head through doors or spying on the neighbors, constantly scribbling away into her book filled with god knows what. While most young children were out socializing, Cybelle was more fond of watching them and creating small story lines in her head if what they were speaking about was much too boring.

'course. Growing up with the two most perfect daughters could put a hole through any girls spirit. These 'perfect' creatures had a name.. a name indeed. First, there was Genevieve, the goddess of the family. With her long flowing hair, warm personality and heart warming smile that could make anyone sick.. sick of ENVY. Yep, that was Genny for you. And she had a way to make you feel guilty about anything. Whether it be for tripping someone down the stairs, or eating a cookie before dinner. Genny was precisely 5 years older then her.

Lets not forget, roboto numero deux. Marguerite. Lovely passionate Marguerite. With her intelligent mind. Her smart keen sense of.. well everything. She was the type of sibling to make even the smartest person feel dumb. Aside from winning the award of 'smartest nerd', she also wins the one for biggest suck up. Marguerite, is not that much older then Cybelle, only by two years which meant a longer time spent with a big fat mommas girl, and perfect liar. She was the type to always manage to get things her way.

Now where did that leave Cybelle? Stuck at ol' number 3. She wasn't as pretty as Genevieve, and certainly not as smart as Marguerite. All she had was a notebook and the open world to discover.

Personality:
Curious. EXTREMELY curious. Cybelle is constantly lurking around corners or trying to pull out information and get the 411 on anything. She's not at all social, the only time she'll find her mouth babbling away is when she's onto a good story and getting information out of others. But ask her how her day was and she'd give you a blank stare for a moment then quickly mutter a small 'good' and walk off, figuring there are more important things to do then talk in 'waste' conversations.

Aside from curiosity, she's a big fat stubborn mule. Telling her 'no' is not an option. And if you do, your only wasting your breath. She will do whatever it takes to get what she wants (which is pretty much, information). She's not really passionate about anything else (aside from her notebook). Take that from her and fear losing your hand. :]

Sample RP:
At the darkest of the hour, on a fine Friday night a small girl could be seen, crouching around the corner with her head poked out, staring at the door before her very eyes. The light spilled from the cracks of the door. The room, apparently was occupied. The sounds of the tap running could be heard, but the girl, still as a cat sat transfixed at it. As if it were some mesmerizing sight.

December twenty second, eleven o'clock.. the monstrous-being lingers in the lavatory... Preparing to expose its true self. God only knows what that is..

Cybelle quietly whispered to herself, a small smile perched upon her eager lips. Her own heart beating faster then a jack rabbits. She had only seen the beast once before but was too slow to catch it. But now... now she was ready. Fiddling the camera into a more comfortable position she had to hold herself back from accidentally clicking a button and exposing her whereabouts.

The running water paused and within moments the doorknob began to turn slowly. With all the suspense stirring inside her, this moment felt like it would take an eternity before the beast showed itself. And then-- there it was, the white Green faced blob.

"AHA! I KNEW YOU'D SHOW YOUR FACE" She shouted excitedly.

Clicking the button of her camera and watching the flash brightly illuminate its green glob of a face. Gross... The monster screamed in rage, blinded by the flash of the light. But it was now coming at her... despite its blindedness... the monster seems to be... deeply disturbed and shows a great range of violence... she had to stop herself from giggling as the monster flailed its arms at her trying to grab whatever it could.

--- what was that?.. she blinked a few times deep in confusion. Did it just... SPEAK. Lost in an awe of confusion, she jotted in her head mentally. Monster is capable of socializing with others. With a very good tongue... Hmmmm...

"MOM! CYBELLES BEING A STUPID BRAT AND BOTHERING ME"The words spilled out of the monsters mouth. Which almost sounded like... Marguerite? No...it couldn't be... It appears the monster is able to... copy the tongues of others... possibly even steal identity's... which explains for its lack of appearance in the day... she mentally jotted.

"Cybelle--- I want you to leave your sister alone!" her mom shouted in rage. Storming up the stairs red faced. Her hair frizzed and her eyes bulging red with a mix of sleepiness and anger mixed about it.

"... But mom! Its not her, its really a---" she started to say but her mom cut her off quickly.

"Its your sister, and I don't want to hear another word of it. Get to bed, NOW."

She opened her mouth, ready to retaliate, but her mothers eyes told her else wise. Or WAS it her mother... She slumped toward her room with a big fat grin on her face. Weird green faced creatures begin to take over the world by taking over a hosts body... How they do it, for now its unsure. But tomorrow...tomorrows another day to discover that one. Until then, Cybelle She mentally jotted, ready to fill her notebook up to the top with all this.[/size][/font][/center]

Must be Rouerie

[evelandtwlight]

First Name: Rosabella

Last Name:Luncerine

Age:14

Appearance: Long wavy black hair that comes down to her elbows, blue eyes,and very pale skin. Rosabella is very small
about 5'0 and very skinny. [She's very pretty in her own
way].

History: Edward and Kaitlin Luncerine ,Rosabella's parents
are both purebloods.About three months after Rosabella
was born her mother passed away leaving a lonely feeling
in the house.When Rosabella was about 4 years old her
father remarried.After the wedding her step mother had
a son.

Personality: Rosabella is a smart,shy,sweet girl. Who loves to
read and learn new things.She's very quiet and doesn't
fit well in with other kids her age.Rosabella likes being alone
because, the only person she's ever had was herself.

Sample RP: Rosabella looked up at the dark sky and felt so alone, wanting to know what was going to happen next. Steppinginto the carriage awaiting the journey ahead of her.Feeling so scared, she looked into the sky and started to imagine what Beauxbatons would be like.A place where she could find the real Rosabella, herself and her talents thats what she wanted.If Beauxbatons was a place anything
like that so might just might like it there. She hoped
she could find a real friend.

You still need to fix the name in your profile, it must read Rosabella Luncerine. Also you need to work on spacing between sentences. You are giving the bare minimum, try to add more feeling into it, especially in your RP.

How do you fix your name?