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[xjacquelinex]

First Name:

Jacqueline

Last Name:

Kendrick

Age:

14

Appearance:

Jacqueline has long, light brown hair, with bangs that reach a little bit below her eyes. She has a round-ish face, with soft features and a square jaw line. She is a little short for her age, and at is average weight. She has skin that is the color of caramel, which almost matches her hair color.

History:

Jacqueline Désirée Kendrick was born on March 19, 1992 to Angelique Idiana. She was the result of a one-night stand with Andrew Kendrick, a fact that has long been unannounced to her. She grew up in southern Bordeaux, in a small house with her mother. Although Angelique was normally a very good mother, and spoiler her daughter, she often went on shopping sprees or on dates, leaving Jacqueline home alone. It was during these times that the little girl would go through her mother’s possessions. For a long time, she had no excuse except for ‘I was bored’. But then she found something. A torn-out diary entry that read


Dear Diary,
Today, I met a man. He seemed like any other man in the pub. He said that he had a son. The way he described the boy made him sound very young, no more than four or five. We lost track of time; it was almost 1:30 in the morning by the time we left.He walked me home, and I invited him inside, and... Well, you can tell what happened from there.

As she searched more and more, she found more torn diary entries. The one that ultimately sparked her suspicions read:

Dear Diary,
Today I found out I’m pregnant. It must have been because of the fling with the man from the pub. But I never got his name, I don’t even know if he lives near me. It is going to be hard raising a baby on my own. But I must deal with it. I refuse to be among the heartless woman that killed a human simply because they did not want the responsibility.

From that point on, Jacqueline vowed that she would find out who her father was, and her brother. As she grew older, her curiosity also grew. But she never quite got up the nerve to ask her mother about her father, or if she had any siblings. One day, a letter came in the mail.

Dear Miss Kendrick,
We are pleased to tell you that you have been accepted to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Attached, you will find a list of required supplies, as well as a brief history and description of our wonderful school.

Sincerely,
Madame Olympe Maxime

Finally, Jacqueline asked her mother. But her mother denied being a witch, and thought that surely any man with magical powers wouldn’t date a normal woman. Although the 11-year-old had doubts about her mother’s claims, she agreed to go to the Academy to learn magic.

Personality:

Jacqueline is a very bubbly girl. She loves to go new places and meet new people, mostly to talk to the new people. Her other favorite things to do are shopping and hanging out at the Mall. But, despite how girly she may seem, she loves to explore, which is how she got into the quest to find her father and brother in the first place.She is very creative, and loves to write about the father she wishes she had.

Sample RP:

The Academy was buzzing with excitment. The girls were fawning over trendy dresses, and the boys were busy asking girls out. Yes, it was that time again. Time for another school ball.

Normally, Zoey would be going with Demeetrie. But, seeing as they had broken up not too long before the ball, she had decided that [for once] she would go with someone she didn't know. The person happened to be Joel, a boy that Zoey had met in the Corridors. Alternatively, she had also been invited to spend the Ball with Felicite and the rest of the group, which consisted of everything from a few drama geeks, to the few trendy kids, and onto the one and only Annie Lennox. Although Zoey had never personally met her, mostly out of fear, she had heard a great deal about her. And although she didn't want to be within arm's reach of the small child, if Felicite trusted her, Zoey could manage for the night.

She finished drying her dark brown hair and brushed through it. She pulled it back into a neat ponytail, and then secured a clip under it. She played with her hair for a second, until it neatly flowed over the clip. Then, she put on her gown. She sat down in front of her vanity and put on her makeup, which wasn't much. Zoey preferred to keep it simple and natural, so she decided to go with a light pink eyeshadow and a bubblegum pink lipgloss. She half-smiled and put on her shoes. She looked in her full-length mirror and half smiled again. Sighing heavily, she put on her mask and tied it behind her head. After one last hair-and-makeup check, she walked out the door.
[Need I say it?
That's from my other charrie.]

Must be Rouerie

[lauren]

First Name: Lauren
Last Name: Fearheiley
Age: 16
Appearance:


History: Lauren was born in 1991 and she was introduced to magic since her childhood. Her family is a Pure-Blooded family and they all despise inferior and impure breeds. Lauren received a letter from Beauxbatons when she was about to turn eleven years old. Lauren is a very skilled witch and she tries hard to get some good points for herself.

However being a smart and skilled witch brought some bad experiences to Lauren. Some students started to make fun of her eager for learning and for answering questions. Unfortunately, Lauren couldn’t take that anymore, so she stopped being the brilliant witch that she was, and became just a random student.

Personality: Lauren is a very funny and entertaining witch. However, she can change her behavior in front of boys. Like many DEath Eaters' fan , Lauren is a sadist and she loves to torture her victims, before killing them. When she was back at school, Lauren used to be a very smart and wise witch. Unfortunately everything changed when she got herself involved with a bad influence. She can become very naughty in front of attractive men.

Sample RP:
Lauren woke up early that morning and she looked a bit tired. This was definitely not a good day for studying. Lauren walked around the castle and wore a short white shirt and a black skirt. Both were attached to her body to show her curves. Her hair bouncing behind her and for the first time she was wearing pink flip flops.

Lauren kept walking through the school grounds, when suddenly she saw the The Whomping Willow. The girl decided to keep her distance from the tree. She kept looking down for some reason and when Yvaine least noticed, she noticed that the Forbidden Forest was right in front of her.

The Witch stood there and heard a noise coming from behind her. She drew her wand quickly and pointed at the mysterious creature or person in front of her.

Must be Sournois.

[joe]

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First Name|| Joe
Last Name|| Moon
Age|| Sixteen (16)
Apperence|| (See sig)

History|| Joe was born on May 20, 1991. His parents doesn't like to move around for a job but his parents keep on losing their jobs. He has a sister named Amy Moon, a twin named Shad Moon, and there is him Joe Moon. They are all pure-blood and they hate having to move around in less than a month! Sometimes that he feels that his family can never glue themselves to a wall and stay there till atleast after a month.

Personality||Joe is quiet and somewhat shy but he gets along with most people who atleast try to make friends with. He is smarter than most people. The boy doesn't get mad often but it has happen before. Friends to him are the best that you could have in the world. And now happy because he is staying in one place! In a way Joe could be fun-loving. He is a tree hugger cares of nature and trying to prevent Global Warming. Cares for people if someone died or something.

Sample of RP|| Joe Moon was new here and all he had to do is just walk around a place that he likes to visit, or atleast a place that is like a good place to visit. The lake! They have a lake that he could skip rocks.

Five minutes later the boy found the lake, it took about three other students where the lake was at. He walk on the banks of the lake and sat down. He found some rocks that he could throw at the lake and that it could make them skip on top of the water and make little vibrations.

It use to be like Salt Lake City, the longest place that they lived at. Thirty days. That was the record so far from his parents trying to look for a job. After that then they both got fired by their boss. There was a sign that he saw that there was creatures that they are supposed to be scared of.

Joe heard someone walking towards him, sense he was 'new' he doesn't know who the person was or what really anyone is like a empty bottle of water to him, useless and clueless. He turned around. "Hello," He said to the person. "What's your name?[/size]

Must be Cossu

[keeble]

First Name: William
Last Name: Long
Age: 16
Appearance: Black hair, Brown eyes. William likes to wear jeans, sneakers, a T-Shirt, and often a hodded sweatshirt. His favorite colors are blue, black, and red.

History: William is a Pureblood. He has a younger sister that is one year younger then him. They are very close. William's family is very rich. That's one of the reasons why him and his sister went to Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts. William wasn't able to to go until he was 16, making him behind, but he was able to learn quickly, so he planned on studying and reading a lot.

Personality: Even though his family is rich, William isn't mean. He is nice, funny, smart, and brave. He can be shy at times, but he usually is very outgoing. He likes to read, write, and to draw. He also likes Quidditch. Since he wasn't able to go to school until he was 16, he planned on studying and reading alot. But he still planned on doing the things he likes to do, like play Quidditch.

Sample RP:

It was a very nice day out. There were very few clouds out, and the sun was shining brightley. Yet, it wasn't too hot out. It was just about the perfect weather for hanging out outside. And that's what William planned to do. He had a book in his hand, so he could sit down and read it. That was one of the things he liked to do. He liked to go outside by a tree, sit down, and to just read. He enjoyed it a lot. It was also a good day for riding his broom, but William figured he would read a little first. William found a big tree with plenty of shade around it. He then sat down and leaned against it. He opened his book up, and started reading it.

Your RP is not cutting it. It is a bit on the short side. You should redo it or fix it, add more to it also.

[jackie]

First Name: Jackie (Jacqueline)

Last Name: Dare

Age: 14

Appearance: A bit taller than average for her age, Jackie (who bluntly rejects her given name, Jacqueline, because of her mother) has red-brown, beachy, waist-length hair that is usually in a tangled mess. Her posture has a carefree, subconscious elegance, as she is not particularly interested in her appearance, whereas her peers are late to every class because they were "doing their hair" or "had to put on makeup". Occasionally, Jackie, particularly after flying, has a windswept look to her, as if part of her was still in the air, soaring above, forgetting her countless troubles

History: Before she was born, Jackie's parents lived in Ottery St. Catchpole, England. Jacqueline Dare, the mother, who was French, decided that England was not as fine a place as France to raise the coming child. The move was made immediately, and Jacqueline Colère Dare was born on December 23rd, the day her mother died, overcome by the birth. It was then that Jackie's muggle father converted to the use of alcohol to cover his depression. Jackie grew up in a violent, dangerous environment and by the time she was four, it was her that did the majority of the housework. By this time she had learned to skirt around her father as if he was a lion on the loose. Being the victim of a deadly belt buckle, Jackie was neglected and abused, the victim of her father's depression. Despite her home situation, her performance at the local Public School was reasonable, to the point that no one guessed that she was in a terrible mess at home. Occasionally teachers murmured of the strange way her eyes seemed to have sparks flying from them when she was angry, but decided later that it was only the trick of the light, or perhaps they needed some Aspirin. Having only one or two close friends, Jackie confided her secret, which, in fifth grade escaped to the rest of the grade. Not long after, Jackie escaped, too. Not being the type that plans ahead, Jackie found herself at one in the morning knocking on a stranger's door. A boy about her age, better fed and kept than she, answered the door and yelled for his mother at Jackie's sickly state. She had passed out.
She woke to find herself lying in a warm bed covered by smooth, warm blankets. A woman came in with breakfast, consisting of a self-stirring mug of tea and some soup, as was customary to have soup for breakfast in France. The woman introduced herself as Madame Fay, and her son as Thomas. Greeting them both, Jackie told them her story, feeling that someone needed to know. By then, however, the Fays had guessed that she was a witch, though Jackie herself knew not. As the year went by, Jackie grew to accept her new life, never hearing from her father, still oblivious to the fact that she could do magic. At last she received a letter with a majestic blue seal emblazoning a crest with two lit wands crossed. Running to Madame Fay (who she know called Elise) in astonishment, she showed her proof that she, indeed was not normal. Elise explained and showed Jackie Thomas' letter as well. Knowing that it was all well, Jackie embarked to the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.There she met her friend Adrianne Bovie, who was the same age as she. They quickly shared their secrets, wishes, hopes and dreams and continue their friendship today

Personality: Jackie is a very fierce girl with a short-temper and a sharp tongue. She is incredibly loyal and has worked hard to avoid becoming a wreck of a person, much like her father, who was forced to raise her by himself. A black mark in her past has frozen part of her heart, and she is proud and independent. Tough and always the first to start an argument after the last weapon is laid down, Jackie is dependable and stubborn, demanding respect from peers and giving as good as she gets. She has a rather serious sharp tongue, and many of her words are cursedly when they need not be. Her pride is not easily shattered, and that is despite her being a tomboy, a rare yet not unheard of quality in the small town she grew up in. Although she makes a great friend once you get to know her, she can be very argumentative and stuck up. She is though, funny and loyal, full of spunk and charm.

Sample RP: The dew still lay sprinkled across the grass casually and the sun still lay hidden behind the first layer of trees. This is how Jackie knew it was about six o' clock. The weather was unseasonably cool for July, and saw that their neighbor, Leeland DuRout, was already up and tending to his prize plants. She realized that Elsie was probably still asleep, like Tom, because they would be out there talking to Leeland. After getting dressed, she walked quietly downstairs. Sitting on the step with the Fay's cat, Miaow, she wondered what to do that day. The drought was still in process, but swimming in the creek was still a possibility. She decided against talking to Leeland, as she had no interest in plants whatsoever. The few chickens that were still alive were boring to watch, and Miaow never chased them anyway. Cooking a surprise breakfast for the Fays would be a disaster, and there were no trees around to climb. Scooping up Miaow, who was never really exciting anyway, she clambered easily onto a window and sat on the high ledge, stroking the cat and watching Leeland water his plants. She heard a sudden creak and a giggle, followed by a quick, playful "Shh!". Jumping down nimbly from the ledge, she rounded onto the stairway when-
"Surprise!"
Elsie and Tom jumped out at her with broad smiles and noisemakers. She had forgotten her birthday, but realized that family isn't necessarily who you're born to, it's who you love. And Jackie was very thankful for that.

Must be Sournois

[gabriellemarseille]

First Name: Gabrielle
Last Name: Marseille
Age: 14
Appearance:

History:
Gabrielle was born to Belle and Jacque Marseille on December 18, 1993. Gabrielle's mother and father are both pure-blood and were trained at Beauxbatons Academy. Gabrielle has lived in a small sector of Paris her whole life and has been partially trained in the dark arts by her parents since she was a small girl, often practicing spells on their garden gnomes. She has waited all her life to arrive at Beauxbatons and perfect her craft. Gabrielle is the oldest of two siblings, and unfortunately, her younger sister Marie has taken a liking toward the very race that the rest of the family hates.

Personality:
Gabrielle doesn't like mud-bloods, half bloods, or those whose parentage is mixed with that of inferiors such as elves and faeries.The Marsielle family loathes anyone who is not pure-blood. In their perfect world, all mudbloods, half-bloods, and those whose parentage is mixed with that of inferior creatures such as elves, fairies, and vampires, would all be killed off so that the superior race can reign forever. She is vindictive and only befriends a select group of the darkest young witches and wizards. Gabrielle has a thirst for forbidden knowledge and power, and has been waiting for her time to take her mother's place as the darkest with at Beauxbaton's since she was a young girl.

Sample RP:
Gabrielle yawned and the yelled for her house elf, Dimpee to come in and make her bed for her. She barked the orders and threatened to use one of the dark curses on the little ungrateful elf if Dimpee didn't follow Gabrielle's orders as quickly as possible. Gabrielle stomped over to her closet and pulled out her blood-red robes, and slid them over her brown hair. Gabrielle had wanted to tint her hair black with red streaks in it since she was 12, but her mum insisted she was too young. Gabrielle then pulled on her black and red striped stockings and slipped her feet into her heavy,death black boots. She grabbed her wand off her bedside table and gazed around the room. Books scattered around detailing the most gruesome and horrible curses, the rise and fall of the dark arts, and the ways to achieve power using any means necessary.Gabrielle hoped that by the time she reached Beauxbatons, the ministry would have gotten enough sense to bar all those that could not prove being pure-bloods from attending the school. However, if when Gabrielle arrived, there were still inferiors running around, Gabrielle knew she already possessed enough dark magic to wipe off at least a few of her fellow first years.

Must be Sournois.

[alex11]

First Name: Alexander

Last Name: Ralfe

Age: 17

Appearance:

History: Alex was born on the 30th of October to Rachelle and Julius Ralfe in Paris France. He was the only child in his family and when he was bitten by his uncle one cold night when he was four, he has been turning into a werewolf since than.

Alex's parents were not to happy about their only child being, as they called it, a "monster." They shipped him off to the person that started it all four him, Uncle Theodor J. Ralfe and his wife Lucy Ralfe. His uncle was a very wealthy man and shipped him off to different boarding schools till it was time to go to school in the wizarding world.

Personality: Alex really doesn't like half bloods or any mixing of that sort. He himself may be a mixed of wizard, veela and now werewolf, but he himself doesn't like it.Alex does keep something like this to himself instead of running around telling peple he dosent like them. He is quite at most and knows when to most likely shut up or speak. Alex trys to keep to himself but isn't the best at it. He will tell a person how he feels no matter if it is good or bad.

He also has a little wild side to him, but doesn't show it very much. Alexander rather just stay some place and read or study to stay a head than be rude or any of that sort, deep down he is a little bit of a nerd and a softy. Alexander, when he is bored he likes to grab his camera and take pictures of any sort, from people to plants. If he thinks it has any type of beauty he takes a picture of it.

Sample RP:
Alex grabbed the soft gray round pebble and tossed it into the water. He watched as it skipped across the water a couple times before sinking to the bottom slowly. The water was calming to him, it was the only thing to calm him since he was little.

He leaned back on his hands and looked up at the sky. He didn't care that he was late for his charms class, he was going to change tonight and wanted to relax for as long as he can.

He hated, no loathed when he had to change into the monster his parents called him, a werewolf. The only plus to it was that he gets to miss his last class, or so he thinks and know one else does. He grabbed his camera and took a picture of the lake and the beautiful surroundings. The other thing that was calming to him was his camera, just the click of a button and he had a work of art.

Alex looked up to see the sky getting a bit darker. He sighed loudly has he had to change soon. He got up and headed for an abanonded barn to stay in for the night till this whole mess was over. He really did hate when this sort of thing had to happen, he wished his uncle never bit him when he was four either. But he guessed that for some reason God wanted him to be like he is today

Must be Sournois

[pearldotjam]

First Name:
Lauretta "Laurie"

Last Name:
Peters

Age:
15

Appearance:
Laurie had an array of blond curls and deep brown eyes. She is short, reaching only 5'2"-without heels. She isn't particularly skinny, but isn't fat either, she's just average. Because she's so shy she prefers to wear clothes that hide her shape, but lately her mother had been trying to wean her off of baggy sweatshirts.

History:
Lauretta Alison Peters was born on Valentine's day in 1992. She is a pure-blood. Her parents, both Aurors, named her after her great-great aunt Lauretta Carter. She detests the name and insists that everyone calls her Laurie or Ettie.. Never Lauretta.
She grew up in a secluded mansion in Holland with her parents and older sister. Laurie used to be home-schooled, but her parents then pulled a "cruel" joke on her and sent her out into the real world where she only knew 2-3 people.

Personality:
Laurie is a quiet, very shy girl. While very nice and attentive, she prefers to listen, rather then talk. She can be helpful at times, even giving great advice. She's very artistic (painting is her passion) and loves to sing....that is when no one's watching! Smiles from Laurie are rare; you really have to work hard to earn them. Her downfall is that she is very unsure of the decisions she makes and is not confident at all. She also has a desperate need to please others around her. She is very focused on her friend's problems, rather then take care of herself.

Sample RP:
Laurie walked close to the wall, hoping that if she walked close enough she would blend in with the wall. That way no one would see her. She was deathly afraid of people. When she was younger, people thought she was mute-people still did. That's what had prompted her parents to send her here, to Beauxbatons.

It wasn't that Beauxbatons was awful; actually it was quite lovely and everybody was really nice. But you couldn't deny that her people skills were lacking. After years, 15 years to be exact, of being homeschooled and barely making any friends, Laurie wasn't quite sure what to do. When was the right time to listen? When was it not? Did she stand up to people she liked, or only to people she hated? The whole thing befuddled her to no end. Now listening, that would ultimately be the key in the long run, because she would be too meek to do anything else.

Laurie sighed, she would have been perfectly content to stay in her dorm room and just paint her life away, but her need to please far outweighed that. She wanted to please her parents, her sister, her friends...the list went on and on. Maybe one day, she would be able to control her actions and actually be able to say no to everyone; maybe one day she would learn to smile freely.

Must be Cossu

[alexandra]

First Name: Alexandra

Middle Name: Isabelle

Last Name: DeLoy

Age: 16
Appearance:
Alexandra is slim and slender with long legs and an hour glass figure. Her hair is long, almost to the middle of her back and is silvery blond like her mother, Apolline's. She has bright blue eyes, a small nose, and pale skin.

History: Born in Filaine, a wizarding community near Paris, Alexandra grew up with two siblings Andre and Alyssa DeLoy. Her father Ignatius is a Ministry worker in the Educational Department and her mother is a stay at home mother who takes care of the younger children.
Family Parents: Ignatius Luther Mandy is the father of Alexdandra, Alyssa, and Andrew. He is tall like their mother and has long blond hair with a receding hair line. He works at the Ministry of Magic in France in the Education Department.

Apolline Ciara Mandy is the mother of Alexandra and Alyssa Mandy. She is tall like her husband and has long silvery blond hair and bright blue eyes. She too is a percentage of veela like her grandmother and two daughters. She is currently in France with her husband and youngest daughter while Alexandra takes part in the exchange program.
Siblings: Alyssa Gabrielle DeLoy is the younger sister of Alexandra and has the same features as her mother, blond hair and bright blue.
Andrew Ignatius DeLoy is her younger brother and also shares the traits of his mother, but rather or not he is part veela is still undetermined as his father also has blond hair.

Personality: Alexandra is somewhat snobby, but respectful and kind. She is often very proper and she as well as her entire family respect and honor tradition. Even her morals and values seem to revolve around to tradition, but when she is free of adults and other authoritative figures she can be quite wild and fun loving. She has developed a need to be rebellious and though she does her best To suppress her urges to do something insane and daring they sometimes overpower her and she can become quite a hand full. She is also very flirty now that she has gotten older, but she never takes dating seriously and her crushes/boyfriends never last long.

Sample RP: *Alexandra had just came down from the castle when she saw the boy levitate the book. She removed her wand and gave it a thrust forward. She smirked as a white spell shot from the tip of her wand and hit the book causing it to drop at the girls' feet with a thud. She advanced, tapping her wand on her hand as she glared at them.*

"That wasn't very nice of you two"

*Alexandra said harshly and glared between the two of them. Adrien hated bullies above all other skum of the earth and these two appeared to be the worst kind. Alex knelt down and picked up the book and blindly handed it back to the girl behind her. She glared at who appeared to be the boys twin and he hit his brother in the arm and signaled to leave. The other boy was still gripping his wand tightly, but finally submitted to his brother and followed.*

Must be Rouerie

[pcurrah]

First Name: Patrick
Last Name: Currah
Age: 16
Appearance:



History:

The history of Patrick Currah isn't that easy to explain his parents were never married in fact they were never together. His mom was always gone doing whatever she had to do and his dad was a drunk. Up until he was 10 he was all alone he never spoke to his parents and they didn't speak to him either. Patrick taught himself everything he knows and never cared about anyone until his mom got pregnant with his little sister. Thats when things changed he knew his mom would do the same thing to this child that she had done to him. And he was right but he didn't want to be.

So when the child was born he quit school to be there for the his little sister. The child changed Patrick more than anyone could expect he became happy and he laughed alot. And the child was always seen with a happy face and she also called Patrick daddy. He loved that child more than anything and she showed him the same love back. And recently with in the last few weeks he sent her off to go to school and they would meet back up at home when they had break.

Personality:

Growing up patrick was cold and heartless didn't care about anybody or anything. But that changed because of his little sister and now he has a big heart but he hides that from others. He is brave but arrogant and rude at times the only one he shows kindness and respect to is his little sister. Patrick also has trust issues due to his past he believe's in actions and not in saying that you are going to do something and not do it. He is kinda of reserved and just likes to sit back in the shadows waiting for some idiot to come and change that but who knows.

Sample RP:

Patrick heard the annoying alarm clock ring coming from his bedside table. He quickly turned it off and rubbed his eyes and looked over at his sister. Who had climbed in bed with him during the night because she had a nightmare he slowly got out of bed. He grabbed his clothes and went into the hall way softly shutting the door and went into the bathroom to get ready. After taking a shower and brushing his teeth and hair he heard a noise and thought to himself "weird she wouldn't be up just yet its to early". Patrick slowly opened the door to see his sister up and moving around he walked in with a big smile.

"You are up early" he said getting her clothes ready they had a big day they were going to go to school finally. After he started her bath and let her get in and clean herself he went back to the room. He double checked all their things and after seeing that everything was ready dragged them downstairs. After she was done getting ready she came down stairs and Patrick was already cooking breakfast "it will be done in two seconds" he said making sure everything was done. After everything was done he made her plate and got her something to drink and they begin to eat.

Must be Sournois

[mandi]

First Name:
Sen

Last Name:
Masami

Age:
16

Appearance:

History:
Sen grew up in Fukuoka, Japan. She missed living in the city, but she had to get away. Her brother had gone to a school back in Japan, but she had received letters from him begging her to help him get out.
His reasons, Sen will never know. Her brother had passed school, and he was very large in muscle, yet tired all the time. She guesses they worked him way to hard. Her brother had helped her get out of Japan, and took her to France, a place she had always wanted to go.
She was only eight years old at the time, and she doesn't remember much. She still has the letters her brother has written her when she was very little. Her mom and dad reside still in Japan, and her brother is went off somewhere, only he knows where. Sen doesn't hear from them anymore. She lives with a pen pal of her brothers, and they are her family now.
Her new family is magical, just as her, but her real mom is a witch, and her real dad is a squib.
Sen only recently found out what a squib was, and nowadays, she is teased endlessly.
Her new family is a family of dancers, and pure bloods, and has gotten Sen into it dancing. Sen had been dancing since she was 10 years old.

Personality:
Sen is a loud girl. She is quite proud too, of her dancing skills, and her painting skills. She had just recently learned that she has a steady hand.
Sen lovers what few friends she has, and is very loyal to them. She is mostly calm, and not as dramatic as most people. She can often be found writing in a diary or doodling. She does alright in her classes, but does not concentrate on them as she should. She is just decent.
When Sen is backed into a wall, she will get mad. However, after a bit, she will feel horrible for getting mad.

Sen is also the kind of person who likes to take control, to be a leader. She can be quite creative when it comes for something to do. She always wants to do something. If she cant think of what to draw or write, or has nothing to dance to, she will force her friends to do something spiffy.

Sample RP:
Sen sat on her couch, her hands sitting politely on her lap. Her parents were running around frantically, trying to make sure she had all her things.
It was her first year at a magic school, and she had to be prepared. Her parents were like that, must be prepared for everything. They were angry at her yesterday night for not being fully packed. She frowned as her dad paced back and forth before her, and her mom running around with her arms wailing [not really], digging for things that might magically appear for her to bring.
This was quite an amusing site for Sen, but she continued to frown, for if she smirked, smiled, or giggled, her father would shoot a manic eye at her.
She had been through this before. She sat tall, and waited for her mom to decided that Sen indeed had everything prepared.

After several minutes of sore sitting, she stood up, looking out the window. The carriage has arrived, and it was time to go. She smiled meekly at her mom and dad as their faces softened.
There only daughter was leaving. Her mom had a tear on her face, and her dad's face has gone from anger to sadness. Sen frowned at this, and seemed to drop. Slouch was the correct word for that.

Her mom ran toward her, almost knocking her over, and wrapped her hands around Sen. Her dad did the same, but walked slowly rather than ran. She sighed as she wrapped her own arms around them. When they let her go, her dad flicked his wand and had her trunk fly out toward the carriage as Sen tossed her book bag over her shoulder. She smiled at them, walked slowly out the door, and entered the carriage, only looking back to wave once again to her parents.

Must be Cossu

[theprincess]

First Name: Erin "erie"
Last Name: Winston
Age: 15
Appearance: cdn.channel.aol.com/red_galleries/miley-cyrus-hannah-400a062107.jpg

History: Erin is the only child in her family. Erin's father went to hogwarts and was sorted into Hufflepuff while her mother was sorted in to Slytherin. Erin mother sister are Bellatrix and Narrissa. when Erin was 3 her mother left her to be with her sister as death eaters. her father works at the Ministry with Arthur Wesley. he wanted to be a Qudditich player but did have to skills to play. while her mother played for the Irish before returning to her death eater position. she been heartbroken ever since her mother left and keeps searching for her . being tonks cousin helps her deal with most things. her grandfather Doug was once a minster of magic till he was out voted by fudge.while her grandma owns a small dress shop and makes beautiful dress for yule balls and balls and she wants Erin to take over her place one day.

Personality: Erin is very sporty and artistic she loves music and Qudditich.Erin is very happy-go-lucky. shes always seems to have her heads in the clouds. she loves to prank people with her best friends Fred and George she loves to get into trouble and is very brave. Erin loves to draw and play Qudditich with oliver wood(which whom she has a Major crush on). she loves to explore. she can't stand not being outside for a least an hour. she can't wait to become a Qudditich player for the Irish and she longs to find her mother to show her hatred toward her close of life and living her behind!

Sample RP: it was a rainy night erin couldn't sleep she loved the rain. Tommorw was her 11th birthday. she was wondering where she'd get acctpeted, Hogwarts or beauxbatons. the sound of the rain broke in to erins thoughts causing her to drift in to a soft sleep.

when erin woke there was to letters on her pillow beside her, one from hogwarts one from beauxbatons. erin was freaking out on which one to open. she open the hogwarts letter

mrs winston hogwarts would fromaly like to invite you to attend thier school of wich craft and wizzardtry. heres a list of things you'll need a wand,one set of black robes, spell books, and if you would like an owl,toad,rat,or cat

signed albus dumbledore

erin was happy at the thought of this one. so she open the next one

dearest erin we you would love to tell you that you've be accpetd at beauxbatons we would love for you to attend this fall with us another owl will come in the mail with your lost of things if you accpetd. mme maixmie.

erin thought and she decied to go with beauxbatons they seemed more lovely and nice to her she ran down stairs to tell her father ' daddy!" she cried! " Yes erin which school did you choose?" her father asked her "Beauxbatons they seem lovely and wonderful!" she said with a big smile across her eyes!. later that day an other letter came with her list of stuff.

You need to check your spelling, grammar, punctuation, capitalization and work on your RP.

[zoey]

First Name: Charlie
Last Name: Reed
Age: 16
Appearance:

History: Charlie is not an only child. She has a sister named Dana, but Charlie's family happens to be muggles. She was adopted and her fosters parents are Mrs. and Mr. Dion. Yes Charlie has a different name, but she choose that. It was the only thing that reminded her of something about her past. About her distant family.She never really knew anything about her parents, except that one happens to be dead and the other alive. She tried for days to search for them both, but no luck. She didn't know her parents had powers, that were passed to her. On her tenth birthday she went to reach for a piece of birthday bake when she accidentally blew the birthday cake up. Unaware of what happened to her, she started to realize she had powers. Practicing whenever she could, which wasn't a lot. She learned some simple things. Finally she knew she had to tell her family, so she did. Taking it with shock, they didn't believe her, and still don't.

Personality: Charlie loves learning new spells. She writes whenever something comes to her mind. Sometimes about her past. She is very active and love to make new friends. But she can have a temper, when someone brings something up about her family or even anything about her. She explodes and will go off. She is brave and loves to take adventures no matter where they go. She is understanding and and trustworthy, well most the time.

Sample RP: The bristly leaves of a willow tree brushed lightly against her cheek. Shadows casting over her body as it lay placed against the trunk. A pen scribbling carelessly across a pad of paper. Words that spoke of the world and life around many. A poem that kept words safe, words like these. "The deepest things that lay within the heart, are kept in the tightest spots. Only to reveal themselves when the time is right, when destiny alines with fate. Only then can those whom seek the truth find the true you. Only then will you feel complete, only then can you be unique.". Words like these meant the world to her.

A branch snapped behind her and the trunk. Alarmed she slammed the paper pad closed, hiding her words from the world. Dropping the pen, she held her paper close to her chest. Placing her fragile hand upon the trunk she pushed against it, getting up strongly. The pad still held to her chest tightly. She wanted to know what was around the trunk. Her right leg extended out as she moved slowly. She tried not to make a sound, but stubbed her toe on a pebble."Ouch!." she said as she stumbled and fell to the ground. Laying in the grass she stayed there, there the sound came again.Spinning over on her back she looked ahead. Waiting for the sound to come.

Sheltering her eyes she heard the sound appear in front of her, breathing became shallow. She waited but it did not move again. Peering through slits caused by her eyes, she saw the thing. There above her sat a owl. Rubbing her hand over her eyes, she couldn't believe what she saw, an owl in broad day light? Shaking herself she lay ed the pad on the ground and put both hands in front of her. Pushing herself roughly up, she bent down and shook the grass off of her. Then she picked her pad up.Staring at the owl, she looked in its eyes, and thought they read her name. "How can this be, an owl sitting in a willow tree in broad day light?" she said out loud as if talking to the owl.

Extending her hand out, she smiled. She new she had magic inside of her. Yet by this time you must be wondering what he name is? A name well suited for her. A name that goes by Charlie. Parting her lips. "Charlie." she spoke to the owl as she watched him and nodded. Knowing exactly what he was here for.

Must be Rouerie

[normancourtlandt]

First Name: Norman
Last Name: Courtlandt
Age: Eighteen
Appearance:


Norman can quite easily be described as a nerd – in appearance and in mind. He, like most other men in his family, is very tall and lanky, standing at that impressive six foot three height even with that poor posture of his. Everything about him either appears long, big, or tall – he is like someone you would expect to see small and impersonal, but grew up in their fourth year. Norman’s hands and feet are a particular example of this, as they are both large and long; his hands are mighty slender (perhaps a guitarist’s hands), and his feet are an impossible fourteen in shoe size (and they are perhaps the reason why he is so clumsy). His build is quite slim and trim, though his arms and legs happen to be longer than his torso – kind of like an ape’s. This “stretched” visage, coupled with his height, makes Norman an ideal retriever of things in high places, though it takes him longer to stoop low and he has been known to fall over with his lack of balance that way.

Norman does not have much color to him, but he is not so pale as to suggest he never leaves the haven of Beauxbatons, and is definitely no vampire. Rather, he is shaded a very light peach, and it is fairly easy for him to burn in the sun – once his skin heals up, he might acquire some type of tan, but it generally goes away quickly because he prefers the indoors to the outdoors. Norman has a long, skinny neck, which makes his adam’s apple more prominent when he swallows or speaks. His shoulders, while they might be broad, do not appear so with his slumped stature; Norman walks about as if he is constantly being dragged to the floor while his arms hang limply at his sides. Though without a six pac, Norman does possess a hard, undefined chest and flat stomach – he is skinny, and if he were to remove his shirt, you might catch a glimpse of his ribs poking out. Norman could never really hold his own in a fight; his arms are slim and unimpressive, but with all the tinkering he has done with muggle technology, they do have some subtle muscle.

Norman’s face is rather bland and unexciting; he would never incite the dreamy looks from a gaggle of girls, that is for certain. His chin is weak and rounded, making his face oval with a tall forehead. It seems as if he is pulling his head back at all times, and if he had a double chin, it would be pushed out because of this. His lips, a feminine shade of deep pink, are an extreme bow-shape; with a thick bottom lip, his top is in contrast by being smaller and (had he been a girl) ideal for lipstick shading. Norman always leaves his mouth open, revealing the slight beaver-teeth he has at all times and making his breathing very loud; his lips seem small because of this, and though he rarely smiles, there are faint dimple-hints at the corner of his mouth. Norman’s nose is really big and protruding from his face – one could say it resembles the roman-esque style. It is so large; it dwarfs the rest of his face and does not fit well. It is easy for him to knock his nose into something as well. His eyes, generally half-closed with a constant smattering of angel dust sticking to them, are a unique color of ice-blue and grey, topped off with thin and arching eyebrows – they are framed by a thick set of huge, oval glasses that appear to magnify the size of his eyes. Norman has a tall forehead, and by the time you reach his hair, you will notice an oddly-shaped hairline – it is jagged and funny, not straight as most others are. His hair is difficult; the color between a dark blond or light brown is situated in tufts of stiff curls all about his head and cover up half his ears. Norman looks at people with a sort of dull interest.

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Though he may be a pureblood, Norman finds interest in many muggle things – particularly their technology, science, and their clothes. Norman usually spends his allowance on such things, and the wardrobe he has is very diverse indeed… It is almost like Norman does not know how to dress himself properly, which may very well be true. His parents don’t exactly mind Norman’s fascination with muggle clothing and technology, but they do instruct him to wear robes whenever they have company or they head to some function. Still, he likes corduroy; he owns several suits in such fabric and a few matching ties, but Norman has never worn them correctly. For example, he might wear the pants with a dirty wifebeater and tie – or the jacket with some shorts. Norman also likes long-sleeved shirts of varying color; anything that looks remotely interesting he will buy. Whether it be ties or scarves, shirts or sweaters, pants or shorts – it won’t take much coaxing for Norman to buy it. He also has a healthy wizard’s closet as well; he loves all shades of robes, especially in dress robes. He particularly likes purple or green shades.


History:
The Courtlandt and Dabney families have always been close thanks to an old alliance between two great-grandfathers – each generation afterwards just fell into line. It was thought of as “good chemistry”. And so it was no surprise when Benjamin and Bernadette began linking together; friends since they were in diapers, the two attended Beauxbatons and were lucky enough to be in the same house, making it easier for their closeness to prosper. Their years at the school were spent with just the right amount of trouble making, hard times, and workable grades. Neither student broke away from each other – they were each other’s best friend, and did not surround themselves with people who liked to taunt them about such closeness, or who didn’t appreciate both. You either took the pair as was, or you got nothing. It was a widely spread belief that Benjamin and Bernadette were love-struck teenagers, and they were voted most likely to marry after graduation. This served as a great topic to laugh about between them; while both did love each other very much, it was nothing like two young lovers would feel. They had a brother and sister bond rather; best friends destined to remain just that: friends.

This did not deter their parents, however, from wishing for a union – finally. After their graduation, Benjamin and Bernadette decided to form their business, as both were prone to unique talents. Benjamin had a real knock for building things – he found no greater joy than to tear something apart and reconstruct it into something better. Bernadette, however, was an awesome architect – she was often the mastermind behind Ben’s constructions with her great imagination. Together, the two made the best pair and both wanted the wizarding world to benefit from their talents (as cocky as that sounded). With the help and sponsoring of their parents, they created Benjamin&Bernadette contracting: a company which would design and construct buildings for their clients. The first year of their debut, the two did very well for themselves – they had several opportunities to flaunt their business and their portfolio of accomplishments grew. As it seemed that Bernadette had a good head for business, she took on the financial matters as well. The two families were delighted at the duo they made, and the matter of a connection was soon resurrected.

Though very young and believing neither were quite ready for marriage, Benjamin and Bernadette decided to take it under consideration. They looked at the facts: they had a business together, they knew everything about one another, and they were the best of friends. It was lucky that they both thought it was better to marry your best friend than someone you thought you loved; friends were just like family, and they already knew they loved each other… just not in the romantic sense. Still, they had more reasons to wed than not to, and so agreed willingly to their parents’ wishes. Two months later, the best friends were on their honeymoon and their parents’ were caring for the business. Benjamin and Bernadette found the married life to be rather easier than they had imagined – it did not even feel strange to “love” each other, and within the year, they had already conceived. Far be it to say their family was thrilled to hear the news and Bernadette was soon treated like a fragile piece of glass that might shatter at any given moment. She was forbid to go into work, and had to do so from home, finding she was not about to let the company drown because of her condition. Even Benjamin was worried his wife might break.

The two became parents at a very young age, but with the help and support of their family, it was easy to raise their son, Norman. Norman was babied from the second he was born – both families loved nothing better than to shower the boy with kisses and gifts, making for a very warm yet slightly spoiled environment. Benjamin and Bernadette juggled their company and home life; it was not uncommon for them to bring Norman to work every so often whenever his grandparents were unavailable. It became apparent at a young age that Norman, just like his mother and father, had a knack for constructing. As a tyke he liked to play with gadgets and usually tore them apart. When Benjamin saw his son attempting to put things back together, he began instructing the lad in how to do it. Bernadette also liked to share her wisdom with Norman, and tried to teach him how to sketch things – Norman was not nearly as proficient with this, but he could create very crude diagrams that he understood. The parents made Norman feel really good about himself; they would occasionally ask the child what he thought on a project and would praise him for whatever outlandish idea he came up with. However, they never followed the advice of a ten year old – they just wanted to encourage him.

An excited Norman finally began Beauxbatons – after hearing the fun and interesting stories his parents had to say about their time there, he was more than anxious to find out how his time would progress.

Personality:
Norman is the classic description of a “nerd” – wizard-style, of course. He does not know how to dress himself in muggle clothing, but this does not stop the kid from basically playing “dress up” and roaming the halls in a ridiculous getup he honestly believes is correct. It is not uncommon to find him mixing up outfits that obviously do not go together, and not only that, are very outlandish in color. On the other hand, however, Norman can be very stylish in wizard garb and find he loves to mix and match between both cultures. He does not see the problem with showing off his vibrant personality through his clothes – they often reflect his emotion of that day. For instance, darker colors go with his darker moods, and vice versa for the lighter colors. Norman does see his glasses as a hindrance, though, but has not grasped the concept of “contacts” – instead, he uses them as an excuse to show off his intelligence. “I’m not smart… It’s the glasses” is a common phrase he loves to relate, if only in jest.

Typically, Norman is of a gentle nature – he is someone who will never say something in purpose attack of another. He prefers to keep everyone around him in good spirits; otherwise he might become the center of some negative attention since most find his appearance and mannerisms amusing. Because he’s a “lover” and not a “fighter”, Norman is fairly easily to overcome and take advantage of. He has difficulty saying no to people, and he is quite naïve if anyone is manipulating him. In other words, Norman is the perfect pushover you can use to fit your fancy – especially for girls. Norman has a weak spot for them, usually breaking out in hives around those he is crushing on, and he can never turn down a pair of pouty lips or goo-goo eyes. Norman has a sweet soul; he cannot see using others as a mean to further himself and so is offended when he finds others which are prone to this type of manipulation.

Norman adopted his parents’ love of construction – while he cannot draw very well, he has learned to form crude drawings that only he can really understand. His curiosity for how things function has made it so he breaks things apart to study them before attempting to rebuild them into something else; Norman can either be successful or fail, though he is proud of both. Norman has used failure as a reason to learn – he takes something and reworks it until he finds what works, and if it doesn’t, he will move on to another and store it for a later use. Norman will not throw anything away; he has clothes saved from when he was a child. His failed attempts to reconstruct things have always been shoved into certain trunks on the off-chance that he might wish to go back and re-live his attempt. Norman believes that one day, he might just figure out what is wrong and will be able to fix it, and it makes him reluctant to truly give up on anything.


Sample RP:
”Where is it?!”

This cry was followed by a loud crash and bang, along with frantic shuffling over wooden floorboards. Norman was in his room, half of his long body poking out from a trunk, while the other was inside the box and searching for something. Dust was flying up around him as he continued to toss things over his head and bite his lip, anxious to find that blasted robot. “It HAS to be here, darnit,” he exclaimed, shoving aside a metal control. “I never throw anything away! NEVER!” He was very upset now – where could it be? He was sure his parents would not have come up here, and it was obvious his mom hadn’t done any “spring cleaning” as of late, for his bed was still rumbled and toys were everywhere. Though, in truth, he probably just caused the latter.

“EUREKAAAAAAAA,” he sung out jovially, mouth hanging slack and his breathing heavy as he finally heaved himself out of the trunk and onto his rump. He pulled with him a rather big, robotic toy – something reminiscent of what a five year old muggle boy would love. It had a thick coating of dust on it, which he proceeded to carefully wipe off with a dust cloth. “You’re so pretty,” he told the metal and plastic object, wiping at its eyes and feet. “You’ll be happy to know that I finally figured out what is wrong with you,” he continued. Norman tossed the cloth aside and picked up something else – it appeared to be some sort of springy screw.

“See this? This is going to sew your arm back together!” A rush of excitement flooded through him and he giggled. “It took me forever to find a piece like it. Dad had to take me to this shop in LONDON – LONDON, CAN YOU IMAGINE?” The boy bounced on his bum slightly. “Course, I couldn’t really understand anyone but my dad knew what I wanted. And look!” He once more stuck the screw before the toy’s eyes and nodded empathically. “You won’t feel a thing, I promise,” he assured the inanimate object, suddenly tearing its arm off which had, before, hung limp and broken. Norman set it on the floor and leaned over the robot, carefully screwing the part into a socket and testing its agility before reattaching his arm. He flopped the limb about some, just to see, and squealed.

Norman pushed a button on its back. The toy suddenly lit up, a voice crying, “DESTORY! DESTROY!” And its arms rose like that of a mummy’s, and its legs began to kick the air as he held it. Norman laughed gaily. “You’re ALIVVVVEEEEE!!”

lol Love it! Must be Cossu!

[polly]

First Name: Polly
Last Name: Swindail
Age: 14
Appearance:
I'm going to be using a picture of myself for the rpg.
Polly has meduim length dark hair. Styled in the latest fashion. Polly is always doing her hair looking in the mirror and having it styled at her mothers salon. She has black rimmed glasses, designer of course. Some say that she is pretty yet she sometimes lacks confidence although she tries not to show this. Polly adores her eyes. They are the same shade as her fathers bright green with just the sprinkle of orange. Her thin lips are usually set in a pernemant pout. Adorned with the colour lip gloss that matches her outfit.

History:
Polly lived in England most of her life with her mother and father. Her mother was from France. Both of them from magical back grounds. Being an only child Polly was pampered beyond belief getting everything she wanted without even having to argue about it. Her parents were extremly rich and she grew up with designer clothes and being in the inner circle. From a young age she looked forward to the day that she could go Hogwarts. Living in Hogsmede it took her breath away every morning and she would love to talk to the students that came down to the village on certain days. At the age of 8 something terrible happend. Her father was killed with his work at the ministry. Leaving her heart broken she missed her father imensley she had always been seen has a daddys girl. When she became 9 her mother took her to her own home town in France so that Polly could try and move on and not have all the memories clouding her.

Little did her mother know that by taking her away from Hogwarts she had taken away her daughters most precious wish. From that day on Polly became distant with her Mother rarley talking to her and discluding herself to her room to read. She didn't make any friends in her new home yet her mother never took her back because she needed the comfort of her mother and Father.
At the age of 11 Polly got an acceptance letter from Hogwarts and Beauxbatons. She begged and begged her mother to let her go Hogwarts shocked that for the first time she had not got her own way. Yet her mother insited that she went Beauxbatons and so she did to her dismay and all friendship between Polly and her mother was gone and only bitterness was left.

Personality: Polly past has left her bitter, spoilt and concieted. She rarly talks to many people being sarcastic and quirky she finds it hard to make friends with people.
Her life revolves around her looks and the opinion of boys. Many people know her for her dirty relationship with the men. She tends to go for the older boys, yet has never been known to keep one for more than two months.
Polly is determined to better herself from her mother and plots revenge for not allowing her to go to Hogwarts. Polly is extremly stubborn and will do anything her own way even if that means manipulating and hurting people.

Sample RP: Polly walked out onto the gardens of her home looking around she breathing in the fresh air. But no matter how fresh the air was it was nothing compaired to their home in Hogsmede. Waking up to the view of Hogwarts. Cursing the day she ever came to this country Polly pulled her book from out of her bag. Sitting down under the tree she began to read. Losing herself in a make beilieve world that was better than reality any day.
"Polly darling" he mother called from in doors. Groaning inwardly she went inside to their salon. It was virtually empty. Well it was 10:00am and the shop had only been open for one hour. Shrugging she went over to her mother.
"What?" she asked bitterly giving her mother a look of utter conpemt.
"I..I thought you might like to go shopping." he mother stammered money in her hand. Sighing Polly took the money and left the salon. Her mother was only doing that because her new man was coming today. Well she was going to spend every last bit of this money. Buy all the expensive clothes and some new shoes. A girl can never have too many shoes.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror she smiled to herself. She looked good and she knew it. Pursing her lips she began to strut down the street.

Change your name to your full name in your profile, not just your first name. Also please check your spelling, we have a spell check button. Also work on your RP a bit.