Sorting (Term Seven)

[pedro]

First Name:
Ben
Last Name:
Picket
Age:
16
Appearance:


History:
Ben grew up in a town in Russia. He is a pure blood along with all his brothers and sisters. He is a middle child, and he can get annoyed with them easily. He is on good terms with his mom, but he is a jerk to his dad. He has his reasons.

His dad pushes him around. Expects lots of him. His dad works as an Auror, and his mom owns a non-muggle book store back in Russia. Most of his siblings are still here in Beauxbatons.
Ben got bitten by a Vampire when he was 10, and had been a vampire ever since. He is used to it, and has arrangements so he doesn't bite other students or anyone.

Personality:
Ben is a huge electronics freak. He had been into such things when he was a child, taking a game boy as a child from another kid. He toke it apart, and completely messed it up. He didn't even realize he was breaking something of another's. It didn't bother him.

After that day of fiddling with a game boy, he would take any other electronics that he was able to get his hands on, take them apart, and try to figure out how to make one.
His parents forbid him to touch such muggle crap, but he does it anyway. One of his muggle friends lets him take apart his old things.

Ben likes to build all kinds of things, like i said already, minor electronics. He also likes to make art. Sculptures is his main thing. He can draw with a pencil well. He usually uses a quill and an eraser. He can do sketches of other people, animals, and sketches of objects such as a vase of flowers.

He does this stuff to keep his mind off of his rage. He doesn't know where this rage comes from, but he must keep it back. Ben doesn't really like his life, being a Vampire. He tries to stick with the vampire crowd, but does manage to gain some friends that don't have a drop of vampire blood in them. At home, his dad provides Ben with his needs, so he doesn't really worry about them. He doesn't know where his dad gets such things, but he is glad he doesn't do it himself, whatever he does.

Sample RP:
Ben wondered into his living room, with his hands behind his head. He felt really relaxed. His duffel bag was in there already, along with his owl and his wand. He sat down next to his sister, and smiled happily. He sighed softly and picked up his wand and began fiddling with it.

He stared at his duffel bag and decided to change into his school robes. He pulled off his black sweater and slipped on his black robes. His robes had his school crest on them, and his name right under it. He plopped back down on the couch and summoned one of his school books out of his open bag, and began reading.
Not moments later, a white horse appeared at the window in front of him, and someone had shouted excitedly. He threw his book into his bag, placed his wand in one of his pockets, and began lugging the bag outside.

Must be Sournois

[emma123]

First Name:
Emma

Last Name:
Beaumont

Age:
16

Appearance:


History:
Emma (sometimes called Emy) grown up in many places around France. As when she grew up her parents would wish to relocate, because of work, unhappiness & a few other things. Emma thought is was a perfectly normal girl, well in the muggle world she would fit in well from school to school, Until she turned 11, and to her parents surprise she got a acceptance letter to an unknown wizardry Academy as they had never known of magic before; Emma is a muggle-born.

And now Emma goes to Beauxbatons Academy as a witch, and for once in her life she had a fixed school in which she will stay for the whole duration of her learning.

Personality:
Emma normally is a nice, thoughtful girl, she is outspoken & does not care what others think; she laughs a lot & thinks that a day is wasted if she is not with her friends. In which most of her friends are like her.

Sample RP:
(this is from another website, for me & my brothers family reunion)

The sun set behind the horizon.. waiting, Saphire was always the one to do it, and now today, here she was again waiting on a stump sitting with arched eyebrows with a flat annoyed look glued to her face and today this time she was waiting for her brother.. Caleb. Saphire had known Caleb since she was 8, and that day still haunts her, it haunts her in shadows & darkness like a blanket of fear smothering her, as she never got over it. She still remembered it to this day, so clearly the screams and looks on her foster parents face when she found them dead, murdered by her father, the one she had never met. Fenir Greyback, now lost in the memories she already dreaded, yet didn't talk about, not even to her brother.

she was in her bedroom watching television with her dinner in front of her chuckling at the funniest home video show she was watching, then she heard smashing and screams from below her, downstairs, Saphire froze for a moment frowning.. half expecting her parents to jump out and say April fools! Saphire had walked down the stairs quietly tears in her eyes, everything was silent the silence gripping her insides.. squeezing what had happened? she thought.

and yet she knew something was wrong... she knew this wasn't a simple joke.. Saphire entered the living room and with a yell of terror she ran up to her mothers body on the floor.. dead, as it looked like her neck had been feasted on, scratches over her body. she had put up a fight. then Saphire lent down on her mothers dead limp body sobbing not knowing, not caring what happened to her, and with a click rage boiled inside her as she got up... preparing herself for the sight of her fathers body.. somewhere as she knew.. she knew he would be dead as well.

then a man came out of the hall into the living room and sat down... her mouth covered in blood.. Saphire still sobbing. the man looked at her understandingly.. his smile lit up the room. All the worries drained away from Saphire, she knew that face. That face was from her album photos her parents gave her. Wait it was her father!.

as if under a spell she went up to him waiting she knew he had come for a reason and now this was it, this was the reason to take her home, to a cozy cottage far away with a fire & everything, and he looked at her, reassuring her that it will all work out. But really Greyback had really cast a spell upon Saphire.. she was confused, she didn't know any better.

and then she did not remember, she did not remember going back to Fenir's home.. lured. And then he unconfused her, he liked it when they fought, it was much more pleasing to watch them squirm then he rose close to her about to bite, to feast on his own daughter; like he cared. then all of the sudden Fenir's son came in, her brother.. fighting with his dad, His dad biting him, and then Caleb and Saphire got out of there her brother caring the burden from then on.

She shivered with a cry as she thought about it, she didn't want to think, she wanted company now more than ever as the memories kept piercing her mind, and why now was her brother when she needed his him most as she had sent him a letter earlier that day.. to meet her at the forest at 6:30PM next to the pumpkin patch, and now she had been waiting for a total of 20 minutes.

and then she got up to leave, she got up from the stump slowly looking back disappointed, when she heard a noise behind her and spun around.

Just add a little more to your personality. Also you need to create a new RP. As stated in the first post of this thread you cannot use a RP from another site.

[arianne]

First Name: Adrianne
Last Name: Bovie
Age: 14 years old

Appearance:

Adrianne is a lanky girl with silky, thin brown hair coming down to her sholder blades. She has watery blue eyes and a fair complexion in general. When she blushes, she looks like a blotchy tomato, and her laugh is a bellow that you would be surprised to hear coming out her her mouth. She seems very fagile and skinny, but she's really just a lean and muscular girl, used to jumping over fences and climing trees.

History:
Adrianne lived in small house off of Bordeaux, a bustiling town with many tourist attractions. Her mother was a small, house-hold witch, and her father was a werewolf. Well, her real father. When she was pregnent with Ardrianne, and learned that she might turn out to be a werewolf like her father, got mad at him for never telling her. It *cough*slipped his mind*cough* to tell her that he was one, and with tears in her eyes, Mrs. Bovie shut the door in his face. Since than she remarried, and so Adrianne has four half-siblings.

Personality:
Adrianne has always been the pretty girl on the side of the street that you would notice but not pay any attention to. Used to being ignored in a family of six, she has turned into a withdrawn, hard-working second-oldest girl. If you get to know her, she's out-going and fun. She has a problem with rules- as I said, in a family of six, there isn't much time for each individual- espeically if they can take care of themself. So, there were no rules in her house, and she has no concept of "rule-breaking".
She can be independent and withdrawn, and she's had trouble gaining friends because while she really is surprised they greeted her, they think she's mocking them. Adrianne is a pretty good student, too.

Sample RP:
((This is what I mean by "Rule-breaking". *ahem* Not going into the city at night... ^^))
It was fair night, with the moon shining high overhead. Leaves with silver veins glimmered, and the night was perfect for a romantic walk through the forest.
"Damn!" Whispered Adrianne as she ran through the forest, disturbing the quiet night. Her feet were pounding the ground, and she was racing at top speed, the speed she used at her school's marathons. Her skirt was a tattered mess, and perspiration sluggishly fell from her brow.
"Theres the pretty lady!" Yelled a man, coming out of the forest that she had left two minutes ago. He carried a bottle of brown ale, his back-wash the only thing left in the bottle.
But Adrianne was already on the other side of the wall that separated the town and the county.
"Bastards! Drunkards! Shows you for accusing me of stealing your cows!" She yelled triumphantly. The only answer was a thrown bottle, bursting upon the hard brick wall.
***
Shaking her head, Adrianne knocked on the front door of her cramped, but not small, white-washed house.
"Mum, it's me, Adrianne!" An exhausted tweedy woman opened the door.
"I just got the little ones to sleep, if they wake up, can you help them?" Not even a reprimanding for going out late? Her mother must be very tired.
"Sure, mum." Adrianne quieted automatically the outgoing part of her. Time to be the responsible second-oldest sister.
"Good Night."

Please always use the spell check button.

Must be Rouerie

[shayla]

First Name: Shayla

Last Name: McNamara

Age: 17

Appearance:


History:
Shayla was born to Davena and Kevin McNamara on September 28th, life growing up as a child was great. Every day she spent time with them and doing normal family things. Her father worked for the Ministry and her mother worked for St. Mungos and when Shayla was old enough to attend Hogwarts, that's where she went. Spending the first three years there, she missed her parents and on Holidays she was grateful that she was able to come home to spend time with them. It wasn't until her third year in Hogwarts that her parent's split but her mother was pregnant with some other guy's child. Whatever possessed Davena to do that Shayla didn't have a clue. Kevin took Shayla and moved to France and divorced Davena leaving her back in London.

When Shayla arrived in France with her father, he put her in Beauxbatons and got a job some where around the area to keep close to her. Shayla never got the thought of what her mother did to her father after so many years of being married. The fact remained that she made her bed now she has to lay in it. During the Summer, she and her father spent time looking for a house and in the mean time he had also met another woman that he later married. Now she has a step brother that spoils her to death and they have the greatest friendship any siblings could ever have. He too goes to Beauxbatons and this makes it much easier for her to go through school with no problems.

Personality:
Shayla is a carefree kind of girl, she's smart and likes to read a lot. Sometimes she'll listen to music and sing to it but for the most part, she enjoys simple walks out by the lake. Though she seems to get her way a lot with her brother and with her father. And her step mom spoils her like mad as well. So yeah, she's spoiled but she rather earn her way through life rather than being given everything.

When she gets around people, she's sort of shy and tends to suppress her conversational side. But once you get to know her, she loves to make new friends and loves to hold intellectual conversations, that and she loves to laugh. Sometimes you'll catch her on her quiet days where she just doesn't talk to anyone and enjoys the peace and quiet.

Sample RP:
After class was over for the day Shayla had decided to walk down to the library where it was quite to study for no particular reason other than to learn. Her subject of choice was always Potions, she loved that subject. As she came to the door to the library, she entered quietly and shut the door easily so that no noise would be made.

Finding the area of which all of the books on Potions, she grabbed a few books and placed them in her arm. There was one particular book she was looking for, she couldn't seem to find. Scanning the shelf for a harder look, she finally found it "Oh good, they have it this time." she whispered to herself. Flipping the book open, she began skimming through the book and used her finger to scan through the list of potions.

Glancing up to scan the room for a place to sit, she found a table next to a window in a corner where hardly no one ever sat, she made her way over and took a seat. Weaving in and out of the tables and chairs, she finally came to her seat and sat down after placing her belongings on the table. "Mmmm, much better." she stated and pulled the book she was just looking at off the stack, then pulled a piece of parchment and a quill from her bag and placed it in front of her. From there she opened the book and began to read and take down notes just in case and remained there quietly studying.

Must be Cossu

[callduques]

First Name: Lana Calleigh

Last Name: Duques

Age: 16 years old

Appearance:

History: Lana Calleigh Duques was born in Zimbabwe, South Africa. Her parents were natural from Newcastle, Northern Ireland, they moved to South Africa when they were called for a specific job they were wanting for so long. They were going to study the tribes that lived in Zimbabwe, the old Rhodesia.

Calleigh lived in there for 10 years and then she came, alone, to Newcastle where her parents lived.

Some months after her departure, her father died, killed by a lion, and her mother stayed there, alone, continuing the study. Calleigh lived that last year with her grandparents, until she received the letter from Beauxbatons. She couldn't believe she was a witch, and, it was in that moment that her grandma told her the secret of the family - Calleigh's maternal grandparents were wizards and all the wizards and witches of that family jumped one generation, before appearing. Although it's still a mystery why they haven't told her that before, and why they lived like simple muggles.

Personality: Calleigh is a normal student, very smart and reserved. She loves to study human history and physics, and all her friends are loyal, true and intelligent in general - the called nerds. Calleigh is very just and hates lazy, evil and self-assured people . Once she always lived in muggle world, she really respects everything muggle.
Her clothes tend to be simple and strange to those who live in the wizarding world. She can be sarcastic at times, and is very choosy about who's going to be friends with her. However, she is very sensitive and loyal to those she calls friends.

Calleigh is very calm, she doesn't get easily angry, but if she's terribly annoyed, or someone tries to hurt her friends and family, she explodes and becomes a very "evil" person. Calleigh passions are drawing, studying humans profiles, physics, nature and justice. She's very able with guns, once her parents taught her to use them, for her own protection, but she couldn't have any gun, except when her parents or someone responsible was close and watching her.

Sample RP: Calleigh turned to her grandmother, Irina, some tears forming in her eyes, but even so, smiling "The carriage is here, grandma." Irina looked to her kindly "I hope you have a nice time there, Beauxbatons is a very nice place to be. Everyone will love you... I'm sure of it. And, don't forget to send me letters!" Irina said.

Calleigh nodded and whispered a soft farewell, then she entered into the carriage. She waved to Irina, and started looking for a place to sit. After some minutes, she found an empty cabin and entered. Calleigh sat down, and smiling, she took a piece of parchment and a pen, and started writing a letter to her mother.

Her life in the latest months have been difficult. Her father died a few time ago, her mother was alone in Zimbabwe, and Calleigh was afraid that something bad happens to her. The only good thing about her last months was living with her maternal grandparents, who were so funny and great. She had a great time with them. Calleigh smiled with this thoughts and looking to her incomplete letter, she continued to write.

Dear mother,

I miss you so much. How are you? And how's going the study? I feel so alone here, far away from you, but even so your parents are so great and funny. Although, i feel a little lost and sad for being away from you, and because of dad, I'm really happy.
The last days were magical to me, and i received an unusual letter. I've been asked to be a student in Beauxbatons, and the grandparents told me your family secret. Why have you never told me that? Is there something more i need to know? I feel like you're hiding something from me.
Well, i just want to say that i love you and i miss you. Please, come back soon. I'm really afraid that something bad happens to you.
If you want to send a letter, just write and send it back with this owl. Grandma offered me her old owl.

Love you.

Calleigh.

Calleigh re-read her letter and smiling, she closed it and gave it to the grandma's old owl, which was called Lin. "Lin, please took this letter to my mother safely. Have a good travel." she said to the owl and the last one flew over the window.

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[lilangelchick]

First Name:Vanessa
Last Name:Long
Age:15
Appearance:Long black hair, glittery brown eyes, 5'5 and gorgeous

History: Vanessa aka Nessa is a pureblood witch with a very wealthy family, she grew up with her mom and dad and an older brother, which she is still very close to. She always went exploring when she was young and she was kind of a trouble maker, but then again she was innocent. She always loves to go to the beach and go swimming with her friends, which now she still talks to often. Her child-hoood was kind of harsh in the way that she didnt get along very well with ehr mom but her and her dad always did.

Personality: She is nice, but not to the people who get on her bad side. She will stick up for a friend or put someone down for a friend. She is loyal to her family but it takes time to earn her trust, mess it up and you wont get it.

Sample RP: Vanessa wouldn't wait until tomorrow, she could get away from the rich snobs and into an actual wizardry school. She was listening to her music on full blast and packing a she was beyond exited to get away from what they called her home, but she called it a prison. She had waited long hours before to be able to leave here and now she finally could. As she packed her last bag and closed it she smiled stacked it in the corner of her room, and went over and climbed into bed. All she had to whisper was "tomorrow..Im gone"As she fell asleep.

You need more in your Appearance, Personality, and RP sections before I can sort you.

[angel2love]

First Name: Monique
Last Name: Delvine
Age:14
Appearance:
History:Monique is an only child with filthy rich parents. She isn't that snobby like those rich people you might see, she is actually really kind if you get to know her much more. She always wanted to have a little sister and a big brother. Her Mom's name is Elisabeth and or Fathers name is Peter. She has a close friend that she thought like a sister but had to leave behind because she had to move.
Personality:She is an average smart girl with great sense of style. She isn't that athletic but she can get competitive sometimes. When she gets angered she'll do anything to get revenge but sometimes if she thinks it's ok to let it go she lets it go. She sometimes dyes her hair color streaks what ever mood shes in. She can be snobby at time but she really is loyal and will help you in any way she can.
Sample RP:
Monique was still in her bed thinking of tomorrow first day of school. She was thinking if she would fit in, if people are nice, if there is cute boys. Then someone knocked on her bedroom door. "Come in..." Monique replied. It was her maid with the fresh new towels for the bathroom."Umm thank you." she said kindly to the maid. She went back to thinking of what it will be alike when she go back to school. She went to Hogwarts before and she had tons of friend there.*sigh* " I hope I can make much friends like I did back in Hogwarts. Then she turned off her lights and went to sleep. But suddenly she got a phone call. *ughhh* "Who is it at this time." "Hello?" It was her friend saying how she missed her and ya. "Finally she stoped talking." Then tried to go back to sleep.

Your RP isn't long enough, add a bit more to that and you can be sorted.
Edited
I need more than a paragraph, it still isn't long enough.

[avalonfairbairn]

First Name: Alyss-Lily

Last Name: Fairbairn

Age: 15

Appearance:


History: Alyss was born in Scotland to Ian and Sylviana Fairbairn. They lived with Ian's parents, Alan and Liza. When Alyss was three, her mother went looking for a better job and found one in France. There she could work as a dressmaker for Muggles while Ian opened up an Apothecary. The family prospered and grew up without any problems. Until Alyss was seven, that is. This was when her magic began to burst out, in odd ways. Being part Fairy, her powers were more prone to fits. Her mother's mum, Ana, and her mother's dad, Pierre, came to live with them in their large house not very far from London to help Alyss with her magic fits. The fits finally stopped, except for when Alyss was very distressed, but her grandparents stayed. Alyss has grown up very happily.

Personality: Alyss is a really creative girl. She loves to write and always carries a notebook and Self-Inking Quill. Alyss is not shy. She just doesn't like being around too many people. Some people see her as cold and unloving but, in reality, she just longs for a true friend. Alyss is quick to defend those she loves when they're in trouble. She doesn't even think about it. She just acts.

Sample RP: Alyss looked up as she heard her name being called. They'd have to leave soon to make it to Beauxbatons. Beauxbatons... The name just rolled off her tongue. It sounded so.....magical. A sigh escaped her lips as first thoughts and expectations appeared in her mind. What good stories some of them would make with a bit of tweaking. Alyss began to gather up the few things she had forgotten to pack and smiled. This would be fun.

She sped down the stairs with her notebook, quill, and a picture frame in her hand. Apparently she was going too fast because when she reached the landing, Alyss couldn't stop and she smashed into the wall. The items fell from her arms and the glass in the frame broke. Despite the bruise on her knee from hitting the wall, Alyss herself was quite fine. She gasped when she saw the frame. Her mother came rushing up the stairs having heard the crash and sighed, her eyes sympathetic.

Her mother pulled out her wand and cleaned up the glass. She handed the picture back to Alyss without its frame.

"Try to be more careful, Cara." her mother said. Alyssa nodded wordlessly and picked up her other things, tucking the picture into her pocket. The two walked downstairs together and out the door into the cold evening light.


Must be Cossu

[daxaldaine]

First Name: Dax
Last Name: Aldaine
Age: 16
Appearance: Dax is tall, around 6'1". He has eyes that change colors often. From green, to dark blue, to hazel. His hair is shaggy, usually, for he doesn't trim it very often [or let his mother do so.] He is fairly thin, but not skeletal at all. He doesn't make an effort to workout, so the thinness must come from a high metabolism.

History: Dax is the son of Eloise and Alexandre Aldaine. He is about 3/4 French, as his mother's mother is British. Dax has a younger sister named Laure [Laure is 12.] Dax's younger brother - Jean-[would be 13], deceased when he was 6 because a Muggle's car hit him as he ran across the road. Dax is known to be depressed around winter time, because Jean got killed on December 11th.

Personality: Dax is...interesting. He has a bad temper, hates listening to other people's opinions [but is very good at pretending to listen], and often just doesn't really care. But some of the time, he can be kindhearted and sincere. He's learned to be tough, but lovable at the same time. Dax values family and friends very much, and is very loyal to each and every one of them. But to his enemies, and some people he doesn't know? Dax couldn't care whether they lived or died.

Sample RP:

Dax moved smoothly through the forest. He glided, really. It was as if he was at home in the dark and mysterious place. Branches softly cracked beneath his face. This is one of the reasons why he hated fall. One could never be stealth during the dreaded season. What with all the leaves and twigs scattered on the ground...

Off to his right, Dax heard a muffled voice and twigs breaking and leaves shuffling. He pulled out his wand and muttered, "Lumos." Scanning the area, he could see no one. So glimmer of the eye. Nothing. Maybe it was an animal, but all the same, Dax sternly demanded, "Show yourself!"

But no one did, and Dax cursed. Enraged [and - though he wouldn't admit it - frightened], Dax began shouting "Petrificus Totalus!" while pointing his wand in very direction, hoping to catch his stalker.

Temper temper, Daxy.

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[rosez]

First Name: Kaidence
Last Name: Forester
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Genny was raised in a house with her mother, and father. She lived a pretty normal life. Her mother, and father both were witch, and wizard, and they used magic freely around the house.

Nothing in her home was hidden, and Genny knew exactly what she was when she was about 11, but never wanted to do anything with her witch abilities until now, and she is ready to go to school, and learn more about her powers, and how to do some more with them.

Personality: Becky is a beautiful, and intellegent girl. She was raised to treat others how you would like to be treated, and that's how she's lived her life. She is polite, and is extremly nice to everyone. She would rather be a leader than a follower, and loves to help people when they are in need. She likes to think if she helps people that they would hel her when she needed it.

Sample RP:

Ashe sat up from the bed immediately turning her attention to letter on her dresser. She picked it up and tore it open to find an invitation to Char's party she had mentioned in detention. Ashe had been anticipating this party all week. She was ready to get f*cked up and if she was lucky, meet some hot guys and make some new friends. Ashe was ready to find out if these Scene Queens were really all that the other students made them out to be. Ashe figured if they were friends of Char's then they were cool in her book too.

Ashe glanced in the mirror as she looked up from the invite, quickly realizing she looked like s**t. Ashe decided to take a shower and start her look from scratch because she wanted to look her best in case there were some single guys to show up. Ashe turned the knob in her shower and jumped into the steaming water. It felt so soothing running down her back after the long day she had had. Ashe stood for a moment just taking it in and then proceeded to finish bathing her petite frame. Ashe reached outside the curtain for a towel, only to realize she had forgotten to get one out of the closet. "F*ck-Sh*t", she muttured through gritted teeth. She stepped out of the shower dripping wet and tracking water everywhere as she leaned out the door to the hall closet quickly grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her.

Ashe walked to her clothes heap in the closet space where she was too lazy to hang them up. She rifled around tossing clothes and shoes carelessly aside. Finally she decided on an outfit of sparkly proportions. Ashe turned and sat down in front of the mirror and after three trys with her wand she managed to get her hair dry and styled but not before turning it into something resembling a lion's mane twice. Ashe decided it was too big a chance to take on her face so she proceeded to do her make-up the muggle way.

After finishing getting ready Ashe did a quick once-over in the mirror and spritzing some perfume that her friends back home joked made her smell like a baby prostitute. "Screw it", she said out loud to no one. Ashe walked to the kitchen area and opened her fridge. She pulled out two strawberry daquiri flavored B&J's. She popped the top on the first one and chugged half, stowing the other one in her purse. And one for the road she thought as she flicked off the lights and turned down the hall to head for Char's

Ashe started down the hall finishing off her first drink and popping open the second one. As she arrived at Char's she downed the rest of her drink and knocked on the door. Realizing the music coming from inside may be to loud for those inside to hear the knock, Ashe projected her voice loudly for Char to hear saying," Yo b*tch the party's officially here so open the f*ckin door already ya who're." Ashe knew Char would get the joke because that's what they used to call each other during they're summer together. She only hoped the other Scene Queens wouldn't take offense before someone had time to explain.

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[shana]

First Name:
Shana
Last Name:
Niani
Age:
16
Appearance:
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History:
Shana, daughter of pure-bloods Felicia Niani and Mark Stalos, was born in England. She lived there for the first ten years of her life, and moved to France with her mother after her parents divorced. Shana, along with her mother, changed her last name from Stalos back to Niani. Shana's only sibling is Nicolas Stalos, her half-brother, who she rarely talks to. At age sixteen, Shana's mother formally enrolled her into Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, where she starts today.

Personality:
Shana is one of those people who also look for the best in people. She isn't an overly-happy person, but she doesn't lash out at others. She generally has a happy persona, but still has her secrets. She doesn't really like to talk much about her family, and when asked about them tends to try and change the subject or leaves the conversation completely. Shana tries to cheer up others when they are down or at least confort them. She can also be very impulsive. Shana may seem to be always a happy person, but does have her down times. During those time she will become almost like a different person and keep to herself until she cheers up, then she's back to her normal bubbly self.

Sample RP:
Somewhere in the darkness Shana hears a distance ringing. Confused she reaches out into the darkness but her hands touch nothing. She flails around for a while until her hand touches something soft. Shana grips the object and pulls it closer, breathing in the herbal scent. 'Herbal? It's almost like shampoo,' she thinks as the ringing continues. That's when Shana realizes what's going on. Her eyes snap open and she pushes her pillow away from her and swipes at her alarm clock. Finally hitting the snooze button she flops back onto bed and stares up at the cieling.

'Hmm today's important,' Shana thinks, 'but why...?' That's when it hit her, "Oh my god! I start at Beauxbatons today!" Running straight to the bathroom she showers as fast as possible, and throws on the first thing's that her hands touch. Shana flies down the steps and runs into the kitchen quickly grabbing something to eat. As she waits for her toast to be done she notices a note on the table. Carefully picking it up she reads over it.

Dear Shana,
Sorry I couldn't be there to see you off to school, but something came up at work. Nicolas called to say he would be visiting and agreed to take you for me. Again sorry I couldn't be there on your first day!
Love Always,
Mom

Shana rolled her eyes at the thought of having to spend a car ride with her half-brother Nick. After eating a quick breakfest she went upstairs to make sure she had everything in order.

Must be Rouerie

[bells]

Name: Isabelle Anne Liccardo

Age: 15

Appearance:Belle stands at a whopping 5’1’’, barley coming to the chin of most boys at the school. She holds her slim frame with good posture and pride. Long, dark hair is her main accessory, and on any given day can be found in a range of styles; from curled, to straight to piled on top of her head Belle always makes sure that the first thing people notice is her silky locks. For Isabelle fashion is not merely a way to look good, it is a passion. Always found wearing the trendiest clothing, from high heels to a tee shirt supporting her favorite Muggle band, she constantly finds a way to make an impression. Jewelry is also something that she is never short on and is found in multiple beaded necklaces and large earrings.

Belle’s dark skinned that what many people would expect from a true Italian girl, but she sports it proudly, never covering it up with too much makeup. Her brilliant blue eyes are set underneath full, dark lashes and dabs of quickly thrown on eye shadow. Her full, red lips usually shine with some sort of expensive gloss. Belle’s small, white teeth are seen shining constantly in a warm smile or laugh.

Personality: Belle is most well known for marching to the beat of her own drum. People’s opinions to not matter to her and she would rather enjoy her life then worry about what people think about her actions. She hates having to live up to anyone’s expectations and most of the time will do what people do not expect, just because she loves watching their reaction to her abnormality. Belle is also of the option that people should live in harmony and hates when strangers force their opinions on her. Belle figures that if people keep to themselves it would cause much less division and strife.

When it come to confrontation Belle is not one to start a fight, as stated before she would rather live in harmony with other people. When pushed too far though, Belle can fly off the handle and beat anyone in a shouting match. She stands hard against certain things such as prejudice of any kind (especially against Muggle borns) and picking on people who are defenseless. On more then one occasion she has stood up against people twice her height to help someone in need. Belle holds close to her quick wit although it is usually used for sarcasm and other jokes, considering her abundant since of humor.

Studying for school is certainly not up on the list priorities in Belle’s life although she gets by with nothing but acceptable. Many people would see her as not focused, but the truth is that she is focused on things that she thinks are more important, like friends and sports. Because of her overwhelming friendliness Belle is viewed as a great ditz, but if you sit down and have a conversation she is more then happy to prove you wrong. I her eyes, who would talk about school if you were not being forced at wand point during class?
Disorganization. Welcome to Belle Liccardo’s life. She never in her born days had bothered to clean her room and looses more then half of her possessions. Her homework is blown from one end of the school to the other (if she does it) and the teacher is lucky to get it. She seems to have many more important things to do then sit and fold socks. A since of adventure is something that Belle has in spades. In her family she was the first to bungee jump, sky dive and white water raft. She never backs down from a challenge and loves to feel the adrenaline rush that near death experiences seem to give her. In fact at the age of five, she was doing upside down loops on her brother’s broom, nearly causing her poor mother a heart failure.

Belle has always had a deep interest in art, and loves anything having to do with it. Paint, pastelles, drawing sculpting, you name it she had done it. She has piles and piles of sketch books in her room, filled with her own personal work. Whenever she is feeling a strong emotion it seems to come out of the paper as a picture, ranging from ecstatic to depressed. No one is surprised when they see a smudge of paint of Belle’s face.

History: Born in Italy Isabelle was used to an upbeat, fast paced city life. Her upstanding family lived off the beach in the summer and Rome during the school year. Her older brother Richard was Isabelle’s constant companion, and her best friend. Event though Richard was three years older then Belle they seemed to have much in common, the most prevalent thing being a thirst for adventure. At the age of four Belle had nearly five near death experiences, one being and encounter with and angry bull being egged on by a crazy older brother. Thankfully for the young Liccardo siblings there father was present and with a flick of a wand, both of the children were safe.

Mr. Damian Liccardo worked for the Italian government, silently keeping an eye on the Muggles for the Ministry of Magic. In this job, he learned much about the Muggle way of life and passed it down to his children. Belle had a television, along with other Muggle luxuries in her home growing up. Damian’s job demanded much of his time and he rarely had quality time to spend with his family, although they meant the world to him. Because he was hardly ever present in body he spoiled his children through gifts and unexpected surprises.

Mrs. Rosaline Liccardo had no job at all. She remained at home most of the time, although she was quite distant. Generally, Rosaline gave her children to the maids to look after, while she entertained important guests. She hardly ever cared to worry about Belle unless she was being dragged by the elbow by a disgruntled neighbor about some mischief she was in. These occurrences became more frequent as Belle realized they were the only way to get her stuck up mothers attention.

When Belle was eight years old her father came home from work one day obviously distressed. He locked himself into his office, which was something that Belle had learned was not a good thing. After hours he came out and called for a family meeting, a strange occurrence in the Liccardo household. He swallowed hard before telling the family that they were in for a move. Mrs. Rosaline when into hysterics and would not come out of her room or eat for days, but Belle was quite excited about it. It seemed like a stroke of luck to her, a whole new adventure. Her father explained that he must move for his job for the Ministry was asking from representatives from Italy, at the head quarters in France, Damien was the first to volunteer to go.

Belle readjusted marvelously to her new surroundings since she had thankfully been brought up on the French language. It was merely a few years before she started at Beauxbatons, and they passed as uneventful as life with Belle Liccardo could. It seemed like no time at all before she was in school.

Rp Sample...

Belle looked down at her note book, concentration etched deeply into her face. She bit her lower lip as her pencil made contact on the paper, making a small and flowing mark. Her blue eyes were focused on nothing else but the parchment before her. The rest of the world seemed nonexistent to her when she was drawing. Nothing else seemed to matter.

Suddenly the rustling of students woke Belle out of her self imposed trance, finally class was over. Belle jumped out of her seat as though it was red hot and gathered her disorganized papers in a flurry. Before rushing out of the room she offered her professor an apologetic smile, it did not take a genius to know she had not heard a word he had said all period.

The halls were crammed to full capacity, the students buzzing with anticipation of the up coming weekend. Belle walked trough the halls, a spring in her step as her dark curls bounced off her back. As quickly as she could manage she ran to her dorm room to throw off her school robes. In Belles opinion uniforms only took away from student’s creativity and charm. You could tell so much about a person, just by looking at what they were wearing, it was like getting a peak into their world. Uniforms only put a damper on getting to know people. Belle slipped on a pair of ripped jeans and navy blue sweatshirt, completely prepared for the ‘unpleasant’ weather.

Rain had never bothered Belle, in fact it seemed to inspire her creativity. As she looked out the window of her dorm room her fingers itched for a pencil. It just seemed like the perfect time to draw, in fact completely opportune. Digging through the top of her desk, where it looked like a minor explosion had occurred, Belle found what she was looking for. I was a large, leather bound note book that had fancy gold lettering on the front. The inscription read, ‘Isabelle Liccardo,’, this was the only thing in the book that was not done my Belle’s own hand. Right from the first page her drawings began, from still life’s to abstract art every page expressed an emotion, something that ran deep in Belle’s core.

Grabbing a few pencils and shoving them deep into her sweatshirt pocket, she quickly made her way out of the castle humming a tune in her mind. At a young age her father had invested in Belle a great love of music, of all kinds. She loved everything from Mozart to The Beatles, in her mind their music were masterpieces, it did not matter that it was created by Muggles. In fact that seemed to make it music all the more impressive. Her black Converse sneakers squeaked in the wet grass as she made her way farther and farther from the castle that was her school.

As she got in close range of the lake she looked into the water. Her own reflection seemed hazy and a bit unclear for the clouds that covered the sky seemed to give the whole world a gray feel. Belle shrugged, she didn’t mind the weather, in fact she rather wished that it would rain. The ground it’s self was vacant from any students that she could see, and the truth was she enjoyed the solitude. Belle had never been the kind of girl to be dependant on other people’s company to excite her, she was quite at ease with herself and had no need for people to entertain her. Never the less she could not suppress the feeling in her gut that wished to talk with someone.

Must be Cossu

[stellalong]

First Name:Stella
Last Name:Long
Age:12
Appearance:

History: Stella grew up with a wealthy family, but always hated to show it. Everyone used to think that because she was weathly, she was stuck up. She hated this. She never got the attention her older brother and sister got. It was always as though she wasn't there. Her sister would talk to her but never actually get into a deep conversation. She knew almost nothing about her brother because they never talked, she wouldn't be surprised if her brother didn't know he had a second younger sister.

As Stella got to be age ten she was more noticed but still never loved as much as everyone else. Sure now she got to go more places and she could have a decent conversation with her family, but she was still, different. Her whole family was perfect, accept her. She tried to bond with them but the phone always rang or someone came to the door... It worked somewhat. She knows a bit about her siblings, and a few about her parents.

When Stella got her letter for Beaubatons she was nervous. Could she do it? A huge school that she knew no one at all in. Her sister was there before her, along with her brother. She must go. There's no way around it and learning magic could be fun. In hopes to get a better relationship with her siblings, she left her home and entered her entirely new world.

Personality: Stella is used to being alone in her room and not getting to know people. She is actually outgoing, when her family isn't around. When her family gets around, she gets very nervous. She is loyal to the people she calls her friends, and you can trust her with any secrets. She isn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box, but in her point of veiw, all you need is good friends to catch you when you fall. She doesn't care if her family isn't the best because she has her own creativity to work with.

Stella is a great writer, but no one in her family ever took the time to care what she was doing. She is an average singer and she is really active. She likes swimming and gymnastics. She loves to hang out with people, of what she got to. She normally stands out. She uses her creativity to make things look better. She has yet to discover any more unusual or special powers.

Sample RP: Stella sat on her comfortable bed getting ready to pack for her new school. She was happy that her sister just got a new one, or else she would still be stuck on her old lumpy one. This one looked much better, too. Stella didn't feel like getting up to pack but she needed to. She got off the bed as slowely as she possibly could and pulled her new trunk out from under her bed. As hard as pushing the trunk on the bed was, she managed.

Stella walked over to her closet and got out her new shirts. Her parents had gotten her a lot of new stuff so she could leave with the proper items. She didn't particularly like some of them but she could worry about that later. She folded them up and put them into her thick cherry wood trunk. As Stella was walking back over to her closet, she tripped upon something. A loose floorboard. "Impossible." She was muttering to herself. Her parents always had the house in the best conditions.

She got up and walked back over to the closet. The eager young girl got out the pants that they had bought her. She loved the pants. They were very cute. Stella folded these, too, and put them away into the trunk. Now for her robes, dresses, and skirts, too. Going to this school was the best thing that could happen to her. Away from the parents, new clothes, new bed, and a new home, with her own family there. After everything was put away into her trunk, she closed it and sat back on her bed.

Stella heard her name being called by her "so called" parents. She ran downstairs as quickely as she could. Where were they? The kitchen! She raced towards the kitchen and wondered what they wanted with her. "Stella, take out the trash. It's your day to do so." Yes, her day. As every day was her day to do everything. She was happy she would be gone. Maybe they could finally get a house elf, other than her. Stella couldn't wait to find her own new powers, as she was already a fairy.

She reluctantly picked the trash out of its bin and carried it to the door. She set the bag down to open the door and picked up once more. As she got to the end of the road, she thought she saw something across the street. Stella heard a sound like, fingers snapping. She turned around, no there wasn't anything there. Probably just her imagination run wild. She ran up to the door and walked inside the huge home. Stella ran up the steps and washed her hands in the master bathroom.

She walked back into her room and put on her jacket. Almost time to leave to get there on time. She picked up her trunk and walked downstair. On the way, Stella heard that Vanessa was not ready yet, nor her brother was. Waiting for them could take awhile, but as long as she got to school on time, she would be fine. After a few minutes of waiting on the couch, her siblings came down the steps, carrying their trunks and all. Stella walked out the door and got out the cars with her hopes for a new beginning at this school.

Must be Rouerie

[astridlabelle]

First Name: Astrid
Last Name: La belle
Age: 11

Appearance:


History: Astrid parents, Henry De lorme and Emi Matsuri met when Emi was on holiday in Paris. It was a whirlwind romance that ended up with them getting married and Emi moving to France. Astrid can speak only a little Japanese but it fluent in French and has enough English to say what she wants and more. She was brought up in Paris, in a nice house near the center of the city. Her parents, (being a Witch and Wizard) sent her to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Her family are well known in the magical world for being staunch dark-wizards.

Personality: Astrid is very outgoing, however she is ultimately attracted to power, she is very mean to those she sees as beneath her but will be as sweet as possible to those who can help her. She's quite daring which can sometimes lead to a detention after being found doing something she was most definately not meant to do. She isn't afraid to pull her friends along with on these little 'outings' and never feels bad for getting them in trouble.

Sample RP: Astrid looked around nervously, never in her life had she felt so small. There were so many people around her, jostling and calling to each other, they all looked like they knew they belonged here. She looked up nervously at the Beauxbatons school, her jaw set. Her mothers last words to her drifted through her mind, Astrid, this school can turn you into an amazing witch, try your very best darling.

Looking at her neat school uniform she smirked, oh she was going to try her best. She was going to be the the most feared witch in the magical world one day, Beauxbatons was going to get her there. She followed the crowd heaving it's way towards school.

Another girl who appeared to be a new student jostled her, causing Astrid to stumble on the path. Her vicious and familiar glare crawled onto her face. Turning to the girl the full force of the look hit her in the face and you could almost see the colour draining.

"I-I, it was an accident!" the poor girl stammered, looking around fearfully.
"I don't do accidents." Astrid snarled, taking the girls wrist. The blonde child looked panic stricken as she gazed down at her wrist, now captivated by Astrids long fingers.
"Don't hurt me!" she squeaked pathetically.

A smirk crept onto Astrids face as she roughly twisted the girls arm, seeing the wince of pain.
"What is your name?" she whispered, almost lovingly, into the girls ear.
"Hannah." she answered, Hannah's voice was laced with pain.

Astrid twisted the wrist harder,
"Well, Hannah, I hope you will remember the name Astrid La belle and that she is not to be crossed." she hissed, dropping Hannahs wrist and stalking impressively back into the crowd leaving Hannah rubbing her wrist and gazing in awe at the retreating back of Astrid.

Thanks for explaining.

Must be Sournois

[lilangelchick]

First Name:Vanessa
Last Name:Long
Age:15
Appearance:

History: Vanessa aka Nessa is a pureblood witch with a very wealthy family, she grew up with her mom and dad and an older brother, which she is still very close to. She always went exploring when she was young and she was kind of a trouble maker, but then again she was innocent. She always loves to go to the beach and go swimming with her friends, which now she still talks to often. Her child-hood was kind of harsh in the way that she didnt get along very well with her mom but her and her dad always did.

Personality: She is nice, but not to the people who get on her bad side. She will stick up for a friend or put someone down for a friend. She is loyal to her family but it takes time to earn her trust, mess it up and you wont get it.

She is mostly a calm set girl with a nice personality ounce you know her well enough to find that out. She is fun to be around and she makes things interesting to do. She can make anyone laugh when there down and is very loyal to any friends.

Sample RP: Vanessa wouldn't wait until tomorrow, she could get away from the rich snobs and into an actual wizardry school. She was listening to her music on full blast and packing a she was beyond exited to get away from what they called her home, but she called it a prison. She had waited long hours before to be able to leave here and now she finally could. As she packed her last bag and closed it she smiled stacked it in the corner of her room, and went over and climbed into bed. All she had to whisper was "tomorrow..Im gone"As she fell asleep.

When she woke up the next morning she was ready to leave. She pulled on some jeans and a shirt as she grabbed her bags. She went downstairs were her mom, and dad, were waiting for her. She gave them a smile before they went down to the train-station for her to set off to her new home. As she got to the station she went to the right plat-form and she turned to her parents. She gave them both a hug to say she would miss them and she let them go as she got on the train ready to go somewere besides here.

Must be Rouerie