Sorting (Term Seven)

[troubledbeauty]

First Name: Bella
Last Name: Gandillon

Age: 16

Appearance:


History:
Bella's father is a well known politician, Mitchel Hadley in the wizarding world. He is a pure blood, with a pure blood wife, and 3 children, 2 girls and a boy. They were a upper class family, and very proud to be pure blood. They looked down on other blood lines.
Bellas father was a horrible man, and not above cheating on his wife. When he was away on business he came across a Veela, named Esme Gandillon. He had an affair with her, then returned home, never telling his wife.
Esme found that she was pregnant, and sent a letter to Mitchel telling him. He wanted no part in the babies life, and didn't tell his wife. However, when Esme died giving birth to their child the press caught wind of the scandal, and Mitchel was forced to open up to the press in an attempt to save his image. It almost ruined his career. He took th child, a girl, into his home as a show of kindness, though he hated her for what she had done to his family.
His wife hated her knew step daughter, as she was a constant reminder of what her husband had done. The child was named Bella, and it was apparent that she had her mothers Veela blood. Her sisters resented her, and her brother hated her because he saw it as all her fault his family fell apart. Her father is always away on business, so mostly its just Bella and her 'family' alone in the house. They looked down on her because she wasn't a pure blood... she wasn't even pure human as far as they were concerned.
Bella joined Beaubaxtons when she was 11, after her brothers and sisters had already left.

Personality:
Bella is a very closed off person. She always has her guard up, and avoids talking about anything to deep. She is strong and would never show how lonely that makes her, and never cries. She is afraid of getting hurt, so she never connects.
Bella is very compassionate, and hates to leave anyone with no one. She will always help someone who really needs it, even her enemies... if there really is no one else to help them.
She is very intelligent, though her family don't acknowledge the fact. Shes a tough girl, and can more then take care of herself, as long as anyone else who comes along. She is not a girl to piss off.
Bella is either alone or the life of the party; she avoids intimate conversations, even though she craves to be close to someone. The only person who ever loved her was her mother... and she never met her. Bella hides any pain she has about her mother, or anything else, and prefers to come off as happy and fun.
Bella is very fun loving and is always getting into trouble. Pranks are her idea of a good time, and shes always breaking the rules, though she never means any harm. She is a charming girl, and most teachers like her, as they can see that she didn't mean any harm.

Sample RP:

Bella walked into the entrance hall in a furious temper. Her dark hair swung behind her as she walked with purpose into the large room, but she stopped once she was in the middle of it, wondering what to do now she was here.

She had arrived at Beaubaxtons, finally away from her horrible family. That should be something to be happy about, but thinking about them borough on a fresh wave of temper as she remembered their hate-filled goodbyes and the comments they had made.

She could have slapped someone out of rage, but there was no one about.

Bellas father was a rich man, a pure blood, who had married another, pure blood. Both of their families had been linked to the deatheaters, though not publicly. Such things were frowned upon in their social circles. But when her father had had an affair with a Veela, their perfect little fairy tale had been rocked to the core. Well, when she said 'affair' she meant one night fling, if it was even consensual. Her father insisted it was, but she had never had a reason to trust him.

Bella's mother died giving birth to her, and wasn't her new step mother delighted with her husband brought home some Veela slxts baby. His love child. Of course they had taken her in, it was the 'proper' thing to do. Their friends regarded them as saints. How kind of them, to take in someone so undeserving of their time. Give her a real home. Rescue her from poverty.

And made her into cinder-fxcking-rella.

Just as she thought she was going to scream with frustration, it died, and she walked slowly over to the stairs. Was this it? Was this why her 'family' hated her so much? Her temper? She was fiery and passionate, she knew that, with the tendency to lash out at people, and god knows she could take care of herself. Some people saw her as cold, but she was anything but. Was that why?

She had admired the families her parents hated because they were the opposite of everything she hated, but she bet none of them ever slapped their half-sisters when provoked, even slightly.

They were just better then her at controlling herself. She wasnt 'worthy' of her families time, and apparently she wasnt 'worthy' of anyone else's. Just a "filthy little half breed."

Poor little Cinderella.


The pathetic thought almost brought back to urge to scream out loud. Almost.
Instead, tears fell down the little girls cheeks. She allowed herself one or two, before wiping them away furiously. Someone might see.

Must be Rouerie

[nikolaihunter]

This is an app for a new Hunter sibling. I talked to Zoey about it to get all the details straight. This is also the guy who played Marshal Rourke, which is now an inactive character because the girl I rped with quit

Characters Full Name: Nikolai Meikel Hunter

Age: 17

Blood: Mermaid-Blood

Appearance: Short dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, light skin with a pink undertone, and slightly tall for his age



Personality: Nikolai is very intelligent. He always stayed ahead of his peers in school, working harder than the rest to try and make something of himself.

He is very curious, and adventurous. Sometimes those traits can get him into trouble.

He often uses sarcasm, and harsh humor to protect himself. A trait learned as a child bouncing from orphanage to orphanage.

History: Born to Juanita Hunter, Nikolai was soon swept away into a series of foster homes, and orphanages. He never found a true home, and the only family he knew was his best friend Maggie. All that changed when Maggie was adopted. Nikolai went into a state of depression. In an attempt to heal the pain he was in from her departure, he tried to drown himself. When submerged under the water his body began to change. He turned into a mer-man. He was quit shocked. He began to explore his new found magical abilities until he was recently found by Madame Olympe Maxime. He is now attending the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Sample RP:
Nikolai stood in his empty room, suitcase in hand. He didn't have much, just some old clothes, so it wouldn't take him long to unpack. He would need to travel to some of the local shops to get his needed supplies. He decided to get a head start, and just put his things away now.

He finally had a home. It would be odd to have someone as old as him in the classes most first years took, but he had no knowledge of the magic world whatsoever. He'd work as hard as he could to move along faster.

Finishing his unpacking, he decided to go and look around. Stepping outside his room, he heard someone say the name Hunter. They couldn't have meant him. He was new. Maybe he had family here he didn't know about....or maybe he was being delusional and wishing for things like that. He had done it often as a child.

Nikolai began to wonder around the large castle. Not paying much attention to where he was going. He didn't even notice when he walked into the large woman. Looking he he apologized and realized it was Madame Maxime. She greeted him with aa polite smile.

Must be Sournois

[lianna]

First Name: Lianna Cherry
Last Name: Love
Age: 13
Appearance: hair: black, sweep fringe, waves. Height:5'6. Eyes: blue.

History: Lianna grew up in a small village on an island off Scotland, at the age of three her parents noticed she had many talents, one of which was her talent for art, as Lianna grew older her talent grew stronger and her parents entered her in various competitions where she received very high marks, her parents died when she was 11 and her aunt and uncle abandoned her 3weeks after receiving her. Lianna has had to fend for herself for the past two years, living off the streets and looking for a home to stay. Eventually Lianna was tracked down by the previous owners of her old house who passed on a letter of her admittance to this school. The couple had their own children and wanted nothing to do with Lianna so she carried on her journey alone..

Personality: Lianna has a flirty nature and likes to impress people, when she goes anywhere she needs to have her hair and make-up perfect, her life revolves around her and she has no friends, she is picked on but doesn't really mind. Lianna has a strong spirit and likes to express herself through art, she often has random conversations with her black butterfly

Sample RP: Lianna walked down the grass verge and sat with her back against a tree, the sky was a brilliant blue and there was a few fluffy white clouds.
She looked across the grounds and watched all the groups of friends enjoying themselves, Lianna pulled out a small piece of parchment she had found and started to scribble a little picture down, when she was finished she looked at it and stuffed it inside her pocket.
Lianna watched as a few girls walked past giggling and looking at her nastily, she returned the nasty stare and pulled a twig off the tree and started to draw little faces in the earth.
After Lianna had drawn the pictures she casually walked down to the lake, her long brown hair drifted over her face, Lianna sat herself down next to the lake and started to gather small pebbles that surrounded her. She placed each pebble into a small blue velvet bag she had found on a street in Scotland.
I wonder if I'll ever make any friends. She thought to herself as she gazed across the flat water.
She felt a little tickle on the side of her face and turned to see her black butterfly,she held out her hand and watched it flutter onto her hand. Lianna blew on it gently and it fluttered away into the distance.

Please check your spelling. You need more info in your personality section. Also you need a longer RP. Thanks.

[is that enough??
<3]

There are still a lot of spelling errors.
[woops lmao i never realized how many xx, fixed]

Must be Cossu.

[piper666]

First Name: Hikaru

Last Name: Kagawa

Age: 16

Appearance:

History: He left his parents and his little brother(Satoshi) when he was young. He had been very close to Satoshi then, so it was hard for him. He dpes not have much of a past.

Personality: Skater..plays electric guitar. He's pretty rough, but not hard to get along with.

Sample RP: He was standing in the moonlight,waiting for her. As he saw her approaching, he glanced over to her, and grasped her, as he slowly kissed her soft lips.

She was so beautiful, yet even more in the light from the moon. He had trouble concentrating on what she was saying, he was paying too much attention to her face as her beautiful clear blue eyes sparkled in the light.

She was so delicate, but yet perfect... Her skin so soft and flawless... More beautiful than imaginable...

Please re-read the first post of this thread. History, needs to be more detailed. Personality must be at least a paragraph and in complete sentences. Your RP, try focusing more on your character. For example, who is "he," you should have started off with Hikaru.You RP should always be in complete sentences and it also needs to be longer.

[amandaa]

First Name:
Jillian
Last Name:
Jack
Age:
16
Appearance:

History:
Jillian Jack grew up somewhere in France. She cant really remember. When she was 11, she had a snowboarding accident, and doesn't remember anything from when there and back. It is so unfortunate. Jill tries hard to remember things, even though nurses tell her to not try too hard. It could damage her brain..
Or something like that.
Jillian yearns to remember her past years, but no such luck has come to her. She doesn't know who her families are, who were her friends way back when, and where, exactly, she grew up. All that Jillian knows is what the woman that found her told her. Helen, who is now known to her as mum, has once babysat her. Helen claims that Jill never knew her parents, and that she grew up with her aunt, who had died while in action. Her aunt was an auror, as Helen says.
Jillian also knows that she is a demon. Her form can change. Everything about her will go darker. Her skin, her eyes, and her hair are the most known features that go dark. Her anger and thoughts grow darker too.
This only happens when she has been angered, annoyed, or frustrated. When in demon form, her strength grows, and wings sprout, and that is pretty much it.
Personality:
Jill tries her best not to get angry. She tries her best not to get impatient. It is a tough job for her, but she manages most of the time. She tries to busy herself by writing or by sports. She can be very rough sometimes. Its better to be rough than to be a demon, she thinks. She likes herself more when she is with friends, and hates herself when she is alone.
She doesn't like to be alone. She likes to go out and watch movies, especially scary ones, and comedy can always cheer someone up.
When a friend of hers is upset, she wont know what to do. She honestly doesn't know how to cheer another up. Just herself. Jill has dreams, and that is to be the same as her aunt, the only family she knows of, and the only family that apparently raised her. Her Helen encourages her to be an Auror also. Jill doesn't complain. Its her dream, and she wont let anything get in the way of that. She will study hard, especially in charms, dark arts, and defense against the dark arts.
Let us hope she doesn't stray over to her demon side.
Sample RP:
Jillian jogged through the enchanted Woods
She wore a pair of black shorts and a black tank top. On her sockless feet were a pair of gray converse all stars.
She had gotten these muggle clothes from her best friends muggle sister. She loves this style.
Her arms swung neatly beside her as her legs hit the ground and lifted off of her toes again. Her water bottle swashed annoyingly around the water bottle, making her annoyed. She stopped in her tracks and placed her water bottle neatly on below a mossy log and flicked her wand at it and it wasn't visible to anyone until she summoned it.

When she was done, she bent over and gripped her knee's, catching her breath. She had been jogging for about an hour now, non stop, and that was her new record.
She still doesn't quite pace herself yet. She ran her fingers through her hair and began running on her usual trail.

She had been through these woods a lot and had not really seen any animals around. She wanted to see a unicorn or a thestral. Perhaps some sort of animal she hadn't read about.
Jill wasn't sure if she saw anyone die. She doesn't know if she could see a thestral. One of her friends sees them all the time.
She wants to see one..

Out of the blue, a thestral ran out of the trees and stopped on her trail, blocking her way. She had plopped forward on her stomach, just barely head butting the thestral.
"Ohhh..." she moaned as she picked herself up and stood. She looked down at her knee and noticed a rather large cut. She frowned and looked at her stomach after seeing a stick sticking up where her tummy was. She frowned and lifted up her shirt just to her belly button and saw a rather alarming bruise below her belly button. She sighed and looked at the thestral that looked really hungry.
"Thanks a bunch, buddy" she said, smiling at him. She patted him on the side and limped her way to a log that looked like it had fallen some time this week.

She sat down and found that the thestral had followed her and stood right in front of her, inches away from her face. Her eyes widened as she looked directly in its eye's. She laughed softly as she gently moved its face so she could lower her head and look at her knee cut. She reached back to grab her want but noticed it had fallen beside where she had fallen. She sighed and started at it for a brief moment and tried to stand up to retrieve it.
Her leg buckled as she put weight on it.
She swore loudly, startling the thestral. "Oh, I'm sorry!" she said, alarm arousing on her face. She dragged her body back up on the log and gently placed her hands on either side of the thestrals face and smiled at it. "Um.. I might be acting like an idiot...
But.. Can you grab my wand?" She continued to stare into the thestrals face as it stared back at her. "Can you understand me?" The thestral seemed to nod its head as it turned around toward the want. It made its way to the wand and opened its mouth, trying to pick it up.
It had no such luck. It kept biting the ground trying to grip it, every now and then spitting out leaves and dirt. Jill frowned as she watched it.

A sharp pain entered her leg as she tried to straighten it out. She groaned again and summoned her wand. She flicked it toward where she had previously been and closed her eyes in pain.
"Next time.. I'm running with a partner.." she thought grudgingly.

As Jillian waited for the her bottle and her bag that she has hidden before she hid the water. She watched the thestral as it kept almost gripping the wand. She imagined herself not being able to see the thestral and giggled at the vision of the wand hopping on the ground. The thestral turned around and looked at her at her stifled giggle and she stopped. She smiled at the thestral who had turned back to the wand, trying to pick it up.

Her water zoomed right up to her face, barely hitting her nose as it landed neatly beside her on the round log. She grabbed it greedily as she took a large gulp out of it and dumped some on her cut.
Then her bag swung by much the same as her water bottle as she was taking another drink. The water bottle flew out of her hands and landed beside the thestral. Her bag landed in the same spot as the water bottle, now soaping wet.

"Augh!" She shouted. This isn't a great run day.. She ripped open her book bag and looked inside. She grabbed out her perfect red apple and held it out to the thestral, offering it to him as it looked ever so starving.

Must be Sournois

[mjaujasse]

First Name:
Minette
Last Name:
Thimbleberry
Age:
16
Appearance:

History:
Min was born in France in the middle of the autumn. That day the rain drenched all of the plants in the Family Thimbleberry's garden. The family were happy to get a daughter after having a son who by now was completely rebellious (although he was only by the age of eight). Min's older brother, Jonas, is eight years older than her and he had got himself into a lot of troubles even though he was very young.

In school Min preformed very well and didn't fail any classes, except PE. PE was the only subject she hated, but she didn't skipped it. Instead of being with other kids Min was a loner and preferred sitting alone and just read. The interest of reading had she got from her Mother who was a novelist. For Bianca it had all begun with the same passion for books as Min had.

When Min was ten her brother moved out and it became calmer in the resident of Thimbleberry's. Though she missed her brother a lot, it just felt better when he wasn't around. She didn't have to think about everything that could happen. That day her father took her out sailing, unaware of the storm blowing over the Atlantic ocean. The storm knocked the boat over, but the both of them survived. Ever since Min has a fear of water.

After finding out she was a witch her parents freaked out, and they didn't let her brother know of course. It took some time but they finally accepted it and hoped that their little girl would do something great in life with this possibility. Along with her parents they almost immediately traveled to the Diagon Alley to buy her school supplies.

Personality:
Min is quite quiet and laid back, most of the times. When she encounters someone she doesn't get good vibes from, she doesn't hesitate to retort. She prefers not to get into adventures or do forbidden or risky things, but she often gets dragged into those kind of things. You'll mostly find her reading on a sofa by the fire place or in the library. The girl loves to read and search knowledge from different places. That doesn't make her such of a smart head though, since she forgets things so quickly. Min can be easy entertained which can be good sometimes. Sometimes she cannot stand up for herself and say what's on her mind. She rather agrees with others (she gets along with), and sometimes people take advantage of her. To her friends she's loyal and friendly. Though when it comes to people she don't know she can be nervous and a bit of an air head. But when she feel relaxed it pass.

Min hates everything that move to fast, like roller coasters, trains and boats. She easily gets nauseous, that's why she tries to avoid those kind of things as much as possible.
Sample RP:
The whole set reminded her of an old horror movie; there was an empty street and along the street were flickering streetlights. Even the wind seemed to have stopped this dark and cloudy night. Already had some started to decorate their gardens with different horror decorations. And to tell the truth it scared Min. She wasn't much of a fan of Halloween, some took it too seriously. It was better when she was young, when you took a sheet and cut wholes for the eyes. At least then she hadn't been scared. Min took a deep breath and cautiously let her gaze sweep over the street. Over her emerged the pale full moon from the thick clouds and lit up her face with a silvery light.

Behind her she heard something move about and within a heart beat she stopped. Her heart beat faster and faster and slowly she turned around and eyed the large bush. Nothing. She let out a sigh of relief and slapped her forehead with the back of her hand. What had she to be afraid of? Well, there was a list of things to be afraid of but Min tried not to think about it. She spotted a stone bench not too far away and decided to turn her steps over there. Earlier that evening Min had been to a small party but everything had to come to an end, and the party hadn't been an exception. Now she was alone, walking in an unfamiliar area only having her wand as protection.

Must be Rouerie

[henri l'armour,]

First Name:
Henri
Last Name:
L'Armour
Age:
16
Appearance:

History:
Henri is quite a normal wizard. He grew up in Paris, France. He is an only child, but has one half brother, and that is Calcifer. His dead mom owned a potions shop somewhere in Paris, and his dad (also Cal's dad) was a midi-wizard. Up until now, Henri has been working in that store since he was able, and knows a few things about potions.

At least, this is as far as he knows. He does, in fact, know a bit about potions already. Cal also told him that he was in a car accident just a couple of years ago. He's been in a coma for a few weeks. He is lucky to be alive. Supposedly, his dad died in that accident, but Cal has been hinting that he is still alive.
This drives Henri insane.
But Henri trusts Cal. He must.
Henri likes to bug Cal about their dad. Perhaps he knows him.
Henri has no idea that Cal is not human, and that he, himself, is in fact half something else..


Personality:
Henri is a nice kid. A normal nice kid. He is a pure blood, and Cal tells him all the time, that he is normal.
OK. So he is normal. Great.
Henri likes to talk with his friends, meet girls, and to fool around. Henri likes to tease people, to bug them, to annoy them. He especially likes to annoy the hell out of Cal.
Henri likes to be outdoors more than anything. Camping, biking, doing something productive.

Henri has a nact for being mean to some muggle borns. He really doesn't mean to, but he does. He can be such a bully sometimes. He can be judgmental and stubborn. He cant help those faults of his. He likes to think that he is always right. His new found motto is 'I'm not stubborn, I'm just always right'.

He hates losing too. If he is playing a game, he would probably punch a wall, or throw the controller down if he was playing some kind of electronic. He is usually quite full of himself. He likes to cause trouble, arguing with the teacher, trying to make them fumble, and is quite arrogant.
He has always been like that. He is mostly known as Cal's baby brother, and some people seem to avoid him. He wants to interact with people, but sometimes, it seems impossible.

Sample RP:
Henri stood erect at his house. He stood there, trying to be as tall as Cal, but he had no such luck. He stood there, not really thinking anything, or doing anything. He sighed and puffed out his chest.

He felt challenged.

After a moment or too, Henri sighed and gave up. Considered lost. He was now in a bad mood. Be kind of slouched and glared at the floor, wondering when the hell that carriage would get there.
Hearing Cal cough, which almost sounded like a snort, Henri straightened again and glared at Cal's left ear.
Oh, how he hated that ear at the moment.

When he heard a noise outside, he jerked his head to the window in front of them, and gazed around. There was nothing. He raised an eyebrow and actually went up to the window to take a look. When he decided there was nothing, Cal seemed to snort again. Ah, what an ass.

Henri returned to his spot next to his ever towering brother and stared out the window, hoping that the carriage would come soon. It was early in the morning, and Henri would very much like to sit. He sighed again.


After moments which felt like years, he saw 2 white horses land just outside the window and they seemed to huff at him. Cal had already walked out the door when Henri realized he should probably grab his stuff and board on too.
'lets have a good time..' Henri though, before bending over and grabbing his trunk. He strutted out the door, and was off to Beauxbatons.

Must be Rouerie

[theodorlowe]

First Name:
Theodor
Last Name:
Lowe
Age:
16
Appearance:

History:
Theodor Niklaus Lowe was born in 7th December in 1990. His father, Adolph Lowe, was from German while his mother, Mai Ito, was from Japan. Because both of his parents lived in Japan, they decided to stay there, even though they gave him a Germanise name. Also, what you need to know is that they got married after finding out that Mai was pregnant. They had lots of arguments, but still they got a long some how. For Theo, though, it was quite troubling. He can remember all the yelling from his childhood.

A few years later they found out that Mai was pregnant again. Adolph got furious after finding out, because he knew that the baby couldn’t be his. Unfortunately, Mai had fallen in love with a young Japanese man. Soon after that Adolph and Mai divorced, but not only that; also the Japanese man left Mai all alone. Mai and Theo managed some how in the beginning, but when the baby girl was born, the trouble began. They had lots of money troubles which why Mai had to take several jobs and just teach six years old Theo to take care of his baby sister. Of course it was really stressful for Theo. After all, he was still so young and he was supposed to be playing. Mai tried her best to be home as much as possible, but unfortunately it wasn’t always enough.

A year later when Theo was in muggle school already, he started to become a real troublemaker. At home he was like an angel of course which why his mother couldn’t believe it at all when all the school called her and told what he had done. Soon she realized that Theo must be having lot of stress for taking care of Nana all the time. This made her re-think of everything. They got just enough money to hire a nanny who took care of Theo and Nana when Mai was at work. Mai thought that this way Theo would calm down. But no. He still continued what he had started. He had already made friends with those who he definitely shouldn’t.

Eleven years old Theo got a letter from school of Wizardry and Witchcraft in Japan. Mai got really upset about this, because he had had no idea that Theo would get in such a school. Her own father had been a wizard, but her mother had been a muggle, and unfortunately she hadn’t gotten his father’s blood enough to become a witch. That’s why she had thought that Theo couldn’t become a wizard. Soon she also found out that Adolph had actually been a shape shifter demon. This meant that Theo was half-demon and half-wizard. Of course Theo thought that it was a great thing for him.

A few years Theo was calmly able to attend in the school. When he turned 16, they expelled him, because he had broken too many rules in the past few years. Nana was 12 at this time and also gotten a letter in the Wizardry&Witchcraft school, but she was totally different from her brother. Anyway, Mai started to find new school for Theo. Even though it really broke her heart, she still decided to send him in France. In Beauxbatons. The idea of being apart from her first child and dear son made her heart break honestly, but she thought that it would also be a good thing. And a punishment.

This is how Theo eventually ended up in Beauxbatons.

Personality:
Even though Theo can be quite mean and mischievous, he also can be very kind and friendly. Being annoying and harsh is just one way to protect himself. Of course it also gets him into trouble from time to time, but it seems like he can’t just stop it. He’s also stubborn and hot tempered which why some people really hate him and dislikes the idea to be his friend. Of course some of these make him a leader type.

Being flirty is part of Theo’s nature too. He feels comfortable with both boys and girls, so to him, gender really doesn’t matter at all. Age matters little bit though… He wants to choose his friends very carefully.

Still, Theo is quite social and if you get to know him better you realize that he’s actually very kind and caring. If he wouldn’t be, then why would have he taken care of his little sister in the past then?

Sample RP:

Tomorrow would be Theodor’s big day; he would move in France and enter in Beauxbatons. That also meant that he was out of the country for the first time in his entire life. He had never even travelled anywhere, because his family really did not have enough money to have even just a small family trip anywhere. That’s why Theo actually loved the idea to move in France. Of course he knew that he needed to start the school all over again, but maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea? He knew that Beauxbatons was really known and popular school which why he thought that he should at least get one friend from there.

”Theo-chan! Hayaku!” (Hurry up!)
”Chotto matte kudasai…” (Wait a second…)

After hearing his mother call him ‘Theo-chan’, made him feel annoyed. He also hated when someone was trying to hurry him which why he often just even acted more calmer and didn’t hurry at all; he just took his time. But why did he even have to hurry? First he needed to go to airport by train and then from the airport…. he would fly far away, all the way in France. Wow, it would be his first time in an airplane. It just made him smirk to the thought while he was still packing up his things.

So, he was really leaving Japan. Of course he knew that he might be able to come back in some vacations, but not all of them. Example, he probably was going to spend the Christmas in Beauxbatons. It was really hard to find a portkeys from France to Japan or from Japan to France which why it would cost too much for him to visit at home every vacation he had. It didn’t bother him though. Yet. But what if he would get homesick? He wasn’t that kind of person, but who knew. Theo wasn’t even able to speak France so he just might want to get out from there as fast as possible.

”Theo?”
”Hai, hai!” (Yes, yes)

Again he heard his mother call him which why he sighed tiredly before taking his luggage and walking over to the door. Then he looked at his room over his shoulder for a moment; sometimes he really hated to say goodbyes. But sometimes he just loved to get to know new things. That’s why he decided to take the risk and leave from his homeland to a whole new other country which also was totally unfamiliar to him. Calmly he finally opened the door and shut the lights from his room before closing the door after him. Sayonara Nippon (Goodbye Japan).

Must be Sournois

[volodykhostov]

First Name: Volody
Last Name: Khostov
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:


The men in the Khostov family have all been typically tall, though not necessarily big or burly. Volody is a prime example of this: standing at the decent height of six foot one, his limbs are relatively long and proportionate to his torso. Volody, rather than abs, has a flat stomach and is particularly skinny – his arms have subtle, sinewy muscles that otherwise make him appear almost bean-pole like. His waste is slim and body is ideal for slipping through tight spaces fairly easily. Despite this overall unimpressive build, Volody makes do with what he has. Not particularly graceful, Volody has not yet grown out of his awkward phase and so struts with a gangly limp to him. His shoulders are broad and rounded; Volody’s collarbone is especially noticeable and drifts into a strong neck where an adam’s apple is prominent whenever he swallows or speaks. He’s got big hands (not in the meaty sense); the bones are long and make for pianist-like fingers. Volody does not have that all-strived for tan; during the summers he may pick up a pretty sun-kissed appeal but he spends so much time at Durmstrang, underground, that he is most often pale – the bloodred uniforms they are required to wear actually make Volody appear very sallow indeed, like yellow would to others. Another thing is Volody’s supple bum-bum – he appears to have gotten his mother’s “luck” in that department, and so his butt is a prominent asset of his.

As mentioned before, Volody’s neck is strong and turns into a very angular jaw-line. It is particularly squared on the sides and dips into a rounded chin – his bones are big, therefore making his facial structure very defined and angled. Volody has high, hollow cheekbones and jut out just so that shadows can be cast upon his face when in the light; his brother Kostya has similar features which have gained him a place in the modeling world. Volody’s lips are fairly thick and puckering; with a full bottom lip and a bow-shaped top lip, they are a shockingly heavy pink that contrasts oddly with his shallow skin color. A big, awkward nose rests in the middle of his face – it too is so large that every head-turn will cast small shadows upon his skin. However, it seems to fit well with his overall facial feature; everything about him seems either long or big, and his nose happens to be both. It also accentuates his sharp eyebrows – they slash over needle-green eyes and arch oddly, giving him a very fierce, if not dark, look. His forehead is short, but face long and even – Volody is attractive in his own right, if someone could find imperfection beautiful. To top this all off, he has a shock of black hair which is brushed forward upon his head and long enough to drift into his eyes and cover his ears – it is typically in disarray and easily wind-blown.

Apart from his wardrobe of school uniforms, the necessary accessories, and a few layers he might choose to wear underneath to keep out the cold, Volody is accustomed to both wizarding and muggle wear. Despite his pureblood status, his family is one of very few in Sukhumi, Georgia, and therefore they are surrounded by muggles on all sides (so to speak). It is too much of a hassle for his parents to continue traveling long distances back and forth to the nearest wizarding village in attempt to keep all their children clothed properly, so sometimes they would visit the muggle towns by them instead and pick through the clothes there. Volody especially prefers muscle t-shirts (when inside) and a relaxing pair of jeans. Most of the time, however, he is in respectable wizard’s robes and boots, as he prefers to keep the fact of how much he does know of muggles on the down-low so as not to draw attention to himself.

History:
Volody, being the second-to-youngest child among seven others, was generally overlooked. His parents did not purposely forget him, but it was easy for him to slip their minds with all the chaos in the house. And, he seemed to be the only kid observant enough to notice their parents’ strained relationship. Because of this, neither his father nor his mother spent much time in his company and Volody developed a sort of bitterness against them. Whereas his older siblings, Gizla and Bohdan especially, could brag of dates where the family went on cheerful picnics and relate stories of personal memories with their parents, Volody would only be able to speak of the many times he caught his parents in heated debates and the occasional inquiry to his health. To say the least, the boy felt particularly snubbed but he was not the only one. Anatolii, being so close in age to Volody, had similar circumstances. Filonilla, being the youngest, got most of the attention because she needed the most care and by this time it was believed that Volody and Anatolii could take care of themselves. So the two brothers took care of themselves together; they played, they talked, and they loved each other. Their bond could only be rivaled by Kostya and Koika.

Volody followed Anatolii into Beauxbatons, and despite two years separating them and making it difficult for the brothers to be together much, they were very close. Anatolii did not mind having Volody tag along with him and the friends he had made in his first year – Volody loved nothing better than to pretend he was actually a part of his brother’s group in those days. It was because of Anatolii, however, that Volody did not have much difficulty maneuvering about the school while most other first years would get lost in the mazes. Volody had Anatolii and his years of experience behind him, and it did not take long before the boy knew the school fairly well. In fact, Volody spent so much time idolizing Anatolii during that year that he had not exactly made friends of his own.

Personality:
Generally, Volody is a quiet person in the fact that he prefers to observe his surroundings first before proceeding. Once he has gained some level of confidence, he will most likely open up to reveal an extremely blunt personality – Volody does not deal with the “feelings” of others or consider how they might take his statements, but rather expects those around him to understand and be physically capable to take harsh realism. For this reason he is not a dreamer; he is more likely to list the reasons why dreams only reflect what we wish to happen than agree with them. Now, Volody is not purposely cruel and he does not get his kicks by hurting others; he simply refuses to go around with a head full of delusions that he knows are not possible. Even romance he sees more as “instinct” than love – he believes we were put on the earth to reproduce and die (and this is partly why he worries over his sexuality, for then he could not perform his duty, could he?). His kind of humor leans towards the pessimistic side than anything; Volody sees the bad in things before he will weigh the good, usually going off how “horrible” the circumstances are. He is very cautious this way and perhaps paranoid as well.

When it comes to house rivalry, Volody happens to be one of the more enthusiastic – he has taken a keen interest with battling the other houses, finding a certain thrill in conquering and defeat alike. Coming from such a large family, he is well-used to the silly pranks people might play on him; such as replacing his homework or, in more extreme cases, switching his cup at dinner with a potion that typically lands him in the hospital ward. Though he does not personally return these attacks, he does however encourage his housemates to do so and may even point a few fingers and direct where the hits should go. Volody does his best to earn points, but it is fairly easy for him to lose them as well – there have been times when professors did not like his know-it-all tone, or where his temper got the best of him. He is no innocent to punishment, however he is not one to work for trouble either as some others are want to do. Volody is rather nicely in the middle; he loses some, he gains some – it all depends on the time of day, his mood, and what professor he is dealing with. Of course, he enjoys it when they play favorites, even if he is not the one being favored – it presents a challenge to him, one which he will most commonly accept and work after. Winning favor to gain success is one of his favorite pastimes.

If the opportunity ever arises, Volody is not one to turn down taking advantage of a situation (or person). He has a quick tongue and a special thing for glib; Volody has an easy time with talking his way around things, or simply putting forth such a random, confusing comment that will confuse others. Even his penchant for honest speaking can be twisted to his defense – he often uses the truth as a lie, so to speak. Volody is the type to present the truth in such a manner that it seems to be false (though, he does not do this often, only when he has cause to; he figures other people do this as well). It is sort of like the concept of telling something that is so ludicrous you could not believe it, even though it actually happened. Volody likes to put people into puzzles and watch them scurry around to fix it for his amusement; it does not work all the time, for there are those far smarter and wiser than he, but that does not discourage the lad from trying to play his tricks. He especially focuses on those who like to relate how “good” their childhood and home life was/is, for Volody harbors a bitterness against his own failed background and takes it out upon undeserving students. His life, particularly his parents, is a real soft spot for him and Volody will turn into a cornered lion if ever questioned of them; he is immediately on the defensive and rough, tending to keep people back with his actions even though he realizes he is showing how much he cares. If he can avoid questions, that is all that matters.


Sample RP:
Green eyes closed in agony; long fingers splayed over a masculine face before falling away completely. Volody was having issues; really big, deep issues that no one else could possibly relate to because they were not him and did not know what he was suffering from. Anyone who told him they could help or understand, or just try to offer any type of solace whatsoever would anger him – no one can accept everything; they didn’t know… didn’t understand. They were nosy spectators that thought getting a front row seat in someone’s torment was all fun and games. Well, his life was not open to anyone else’s scrutiny but his own.

Volody dared to look up again, eyes narrowing upon a student sitting a few people down from him and enjoying a conversation with his comrades. Merlin, is he beautiful. He almost sighed – almost. But he caught himself in these thoughts and smacked himself in the head, like rattling his brain might do the trick. He couldn’t be having these feelings, not for someone like him. It wasn’t natural… It couldn’t be. A sudden image of him running his fingers through the boy’s thick, chestnut hair popped into his head. “AH!” So startled was he that he knocked his bowl to the floor, spilling soup everywhere.

At least this gave him a reason to hide his shame. Volody bent down to retrieve the item, willing the heat at his neck to go now before sitting back up and pretending like nothing happened. With a sullen look, he glared at everyone who dared eyeball him like he were nuts – he was, after all, sitting there and looking like a crazed lunatic… hitting himself, screaming randomly. His attention soon returned to the laughing boy, and Volody forced himself to look to the left, to the girl laughing with him. He tried to will himself to feel something for her; she wasn’t ugly… Nothing came to him. He did not feel that special tug; didn’t want to go over there and start a conversation. And he did not have any impossible daydreams of caressing, either. This was just hell.

Wow, great application.

Must be Sournois

[maelledannet]

First Name: Maëlle
Last Name: Dannett
Age: Fifteen
Appearance:


Maëlle has always been a tiny girl, more twig-like in appearance than anything. She has been told countless times that guys feared they could break her, she is so small. Her waist is tight and arched in, creating a flare of hips that are especially feminine and yet still skinny. Her tall personage has made it so Maëlle has long, sleek legs that are good tools for running and dancing; she is very graceful despite this height, and usually behaves with decorum. Maëlle’s stomach is flat and toned, though the girl cannot boast of a heavy bosom; instead, she has a gentle swell that is too easily hidden under robes and fabrics, and truly nothing special. Maëlle has small, shoulders that branch off into needle-like arms – thankfully, her limbs are proportionate to her long torso.

With a slender neck and a chin that rounds off to a drastic point, Maëlle can boast of a pleasing visage. Her cheekbones are high, and her lips fairly thick, constantly a darkened pink color as if she chews on them frequently. Her nose is harsh and long, sloping down to an odd, prominent point. Maëlle’s pale green eyes can have the effect like they are boring through you, and her eyebrows arch over the almond shape as if they were plucked to do so. Her forehead is short, and Maëlle has a wild made of messy dirty-blonde locks that hang down past her small bosom. It is thick and difficult to comb through and it could be mistaken that she purposely runs her fingers through the locks to make it so frizzy, as it does give her a… dirty look. Overall, Maëlle is pleased with her appearance, though she would have preferred a nicer rack to taunt others with.

Maëlle is very feminine, or girly, in the way she dresses. As she is pureblooded, her parents and grandparents had always made it known that muggle fashion is not to be tolerated – and so, Maëlle has a healthy wardrobe befitting of her heritage. Typically, she likes dress robes with frills; these can vary in color. Maëlle chooses the color of dress by how she is feeling that day – it can range from bright, hot pinks to bleak grays; whatever it may be, she can find the color to match it. If not, Maëlle is not immune to shopping for knew clothes…

She treats her uniform with disdain, as she believes black does not fit her slender form at all. So, Maëlle may occasionally try to spice the robes up with accessories – such as cute hats, necklaces, bracelets, or even matching scarves. Whatever she can do to hide the fact that she feels bloated in black.

History:
Growing up in a household almost predominantly ruled by males, Maëlle had to learn how to wrestle and fight dirty from a young age, or risk getting her head chopped by her rough-housing brothers. She had always been a tiny girl, and it was easy to overcome her in physical brawls. Finding she could not always gain the upper hand that way, she learned mind games and outwitted the boys whenever they set in to attack. Suffice it to say, it was not uncommon to see Maëlle with a bandaged arm, or with a brother on a leash because he had lost the battle. The girl was no amateur to handling guys and their indelicacy, and her brothers never cared to realize that she was a female. Even their parents had nothing to say when they saw Maëlle under a dog pile of bodies and being squeezed until she was blue in the face.

Though, in all truth, this play was the only Maëlle was ever subjected to. Their father ran the house with a militant attitude – everyone took care of themselves, and no one disappointed. If you did manage to incur his wrath, the punishment could range from no food to rash beatings. Her brothers poked fun at her because it was what Lucas expected from siblings, and he wanted his daughter to know how to protect herself and not become weak. There were only two rules in his house: you beat, or you get beaten. Maëlle, being the smallest, was usually the target for these methods, and Lucas always said that it built one’s confidence when you overcame another. She found this to be true with her quick-thinking and feline agility.

Maëlle knew from a young age that she could never go to her father for any type of comfort. He was harsh in his reality; if she came with a broken arm, he would force her to wait before going to get it treated. Her tears were ignored, and her mistakes punished – something as minor as breaking a glass could cost her a week indoors, locked in her room. Maëlle taught herself not to have tantrums, for those only ended up with a handprint on her bottom, and she learned the art of “sucking up”. Lucas, it seemed, could be controlled by the merest compliment, and he liked those pertaining especially to how he ran things. If Maëlle ever wanted anything, she would go to her father with big eyes and a meaningless phrase, and she could generally get whatever she wanted. Mostly, she used this tactic for revenge against her brothers if they got her in trouble; one second, she would be crying, and the next, being running for Lucas. Her brothers soon realized they must fear their sister and keep away, or bring about their father’s discontent.

When Maëlle finally began Beauxbatons, she was relieved to be out of such an abusive environment. But instead, she was shoved into an even crueler reality. School only showed that kids her age and older liked to pick on each other like cut-throat siblings; it was twice as worse as her brothers. Nicolas was the only brother of hers that was still in school AND willing to hang around with her as she became accustomed to the new surroundings. He tried to help her fit in, but Maëlle was far more reclusive this year and refused to befriend those who relentlessly tortured others. The girl was so shocked to see this bloodthirsty attitude, that she wrote home to Lucas about it, and got a scathing response in return. Lucas thought his daughter had gone soft. Feeling worthless, Maëlle only sauntered into her shell further, ignoring Nicolas’s attempts to cheer her up.

Personality:
Maëlle, on first inspection, is a sweet and naïve girl. She smiles a lot, and her honey laugh can be infectious – the sound is neither obnoxious nor coy, but something that comes from deep down in the heart. She seems caring, as she is always willing to do what she might in order to help those in need. Maëlle’s sociable status makes it easy for people to approach her, and she is never averse to meeting new faces. Her charming nature is naturally alluring, and she has the gift of glib – Maëlle speaks eloquently, and it is rare to find negative tones in the lilt of it. In fact, she can be quite the push-over; Maëlle hates to disappoint others, and after some coaxing, can be talking into anything. This gullible nature makes it difficult to shield herself from harms way, and she is ignorant to most anyone’s evil intentions.

But that is “everybody’s Maëlle”. The persona she adopts in public is shockingly different to what lies beneath the surface. The deceptive smiles and nurturing behavior is just a cover story to hide the overall narcissistic thoughts of a depraved girl. Maëlle is no innocent – she has seen what men can do, and might, in some sick way, admire how effortlessly they capture the hearts of many. But it has also struck a nerve for her to see her gender being duped so easily, and has foresworn all men would get the same treatment from her – if only to show that she is not so easily overcome. The easy-going personality she sheds for everyone is only there to grasp you with its claws and drag you in, making sure there is no reason to suspect any malicious intent. Though, many are far wrong if they assume this.

Maëlle is calculating; she is no rash girl that will barge her way into something without knowing all the facts first. If she feels she can handle the task, she will proceed with cautious and careful planning, never underestimating her opponent. This clever intelligence has gotten the girl out of many scrapes, and she finds it easy to convince others of her innocence. Maëlle is the quintessential of sadism – her crafty ways are devised solely for the destruction of another, for she likes to stand over her prey and watch it squirm in pain. In truth, Maëlle is actually insecure – she is afraid that she might be just as susceptible as any other girl to a man with a dimpled smile, and is harsher on herself than anyone else. She won’t allow herself to grow attached, but projects the attention onto herself to trap the target instead; typically, she will make excuses and bow out of things when it gets too serious and at a point where she feels might sting the most. Maëlle finds all men to be toys – her insecurity is coped with by their personal destruction, so she might prove to herself that she is not so weak-minded.

She is very purposeful in her actions; almost everything she does is for a reason, and most likely been thought about before hand. There have been times where she sat down and plotted the way to reel a conquest in, mapping out the general times it would take to complete, and to find out what they liked in a girl. Maëlle has found adaptation fairly easy, as most guys are all the same – in her mind. They like the nice, flirty girls who aren’t too promiscuous and yet just as alluring as a girl with no clothes on. Her actions are reminiscent of a tiger backed into a corner; Maëlle feels the only way to protect herself is to become the Apple to someone’s Snow White. Maëlle does not want to be a statistic like the other girls – she vows she will never lose her heart to such fickle behavior, or be toyed with as such. As her father always taught her to fight, Maëlle believes she can use this strategy against everyone else and determine how her future will be. She wants control and precision – everything needs to fall into place as it should.

Sample RP:
It isn’t right to see this; to be witness to these feelings. I feel lost…

Maëlle snorted into her napkin, a cruel smirk twisting her lips up at the sides. This girl was beyond stupid, fretting over a boy this way. You would never catch her like that – no one was worth losing your heart to. Those pale green eyes rolled heavenward as a fist balled the parchment up and tossed it over her head. If the girl asked where it went, she would just say some guy stole it from her before she had a chance to peruse the contents. Oh well.

Dainty fingers tore apart some bread on which she chewed languorously. These girls were pathetic, thinking she actually cared what was going on in their meaningless little lives. Non, what she cared about was how they made the entire female population such an easy target, and all girls suffered from this indignity. Maëlle refused to be bunched together with a bunch of saps that though a nice smile meant he loved you. She was smarter than that.

Those boring ice-green eyes traveled down the table, focusing on a particular boy who was making goo-goo eyes with some girl even further on down. Maëlle resisted the urge to physically wretch – he was her next victim. He was known to all girls in her dorm as the king of kissers, and to this Maëlle could only question of how many pair of lips he’d set those “beauties” on. It was revolting, watching his all too suave personality gush at the girl. “What a nice little chapter you’ll make in my journal,” she whispered softly, those eyes losing its edge for a second until she stood. Maëlle had suddenly lost her appetite.

Another great application.

Now the 'everybody's' Maëlle is a Rouerie. But the true Maëlle is a Sournois. I decided to go with the 'everybody's' Maëlle, so it must be Rouerie. If you want her in Sournois I can totally understand, just PM me.

[calebkins]

First Name: Caleb
Last Name: Massacre
Age:

RL: 18
RP: 16

Appearance:


Attractive, Caleb is sure to catch you eye. This lusty boy loves to make sure that he looks good and whenever he walks by a mirror he must glance at himself. Standing at 6 feet, Caleb would most likely tower over you. He is rather fragile, though. He's really skinny since he doesn't eat too much.

He has chocolate brown hair and matching eyes which also posess a hint of green. He usually has 'bed head' his hair being messy and spiked all over the place but most people find that attractive about him. He has two snake bite piercings and is hoping to get a more.

History:
This disgruntled boy came from Ohio. All his life he felt he was never really good enough for anyone and had low self confidence. It was only two years previous that Caleb has started selling his body to whoever wanted it, it made him feel...well...wanted.

It didn't take long until selling his body became an issue. His family quickly disowned him and all Caleb had left was his buyers. One in particular Caleb fell in love with. Unfortunately she broke his heart and he brutally beat her.

He was sent to an institute for troubled youths. Kind of like Juvie. And now he is here, at the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, yet still lusting his way around the facilities and hoping to mend his heart.

Personality:
Believe it or not, Caleb has gotten a lot better over the years. People believe that he had never belonged to an institute due to his good behaviour most of the time. Keyword was most. That's right; if you catch Mr. Massacre on a bad day you will most likely regret you were born, his surname isn’t Massacre for noting.

Caleb has a bad temper and loves to get his way, if you or anyone else happens to stand in it there is no question that he will physically remove you from his presence. Caleb is very violent and has a short wire. He easily gets frustrated and doesn't trust in a lot of people.


Sample RP:
October. The month of falling leaves and carving pumpkins. Of colder winds and turning colors. When leaves crunch beneath feet and black cats are given a second look.

Saint John Allerdyce stood calmly in the middle of the road, arms crossed and a smirk on his face. There was no traffic tonight. Instead of the usual metallic population, the streets were peopled instead by a vast array of creatures whose appearances ranged from the cute to the grotesque – the most macabre of society running amok and usually letting off streams of giggles or shouts of ‘Trick or Treat?’ .

This was the brunette’s first October thirty-first away from Xavier’s Institute. Tonight, instead of spending his time with his old best friend, Bobby Drake, as he had done every year, he’d be spending it with one William Blau instead.

This same night, one year ago, had been incredible, a fact the boy couldn’t deny. He’d wandered the streets with Bobby all night long, arriving back at the Institute after seven am and having to sneak in through the girl’s dormitories. It had been a night of conning people out of candy, of silly tricks and of friendly competitions, not all of which ended quietly. One such example had Bobby challenging John not to use his lighter or do anything involving fire for five simple minutes. Just five. A task a lot harder than it sounds for this pyrokinetic...

He had been relatively confident when he’d taken his friend up on the deal, intending to wipe the grin off Bobby’s face. It was five minutes. He could do this - he just wouldn’t look at the lighter gleaming in the other boy’s palm. He had let his brown eyes wander in the opposite direction, the gold sparks fluctuating faster than ever across the irises. All of a sudden, he could feel the flames as fathers lit grills for barbecues. He was more aware then ever of the cigarettes people were lighting as they stepped out of the doors of crowded parties to have a quick smoke. A woman across the road lit an oil lamp and set it on the front porch. Every single pumpkin in front of every single house on two sides of the road they happened to be standing in the middle of seemed to brighten, taunting the teenage boy with their leering faces as the candles inside slowly dripped hot wax.

Smiling faces. Sad faces. Frowning faces. Sneering faces. Every single one lit and laughing. All the fire surrounding him was driving him crazy.

His best friend probably saw the explosions coming, as he ducked just before they began. One by one the pumpkins blew apart as tongues of flame burst out. Teens dropped their cigarettes and fled, while children lurking at doorsteps turned, screaming, as they dashed in the opposite direction. The only people who didn’t move were the brunette with the mad gleam in his eye and his companion, on the dirty floor laughing as pumpkin seeds spewed in all directions.

It only took his best friend a few minutes to put out all the fires, leaving icicles hanging off the edges of the neatly trimmed hedges. Tossing the lighter back at its rightful owner, Bobby Drake was grinning more than ever. His teasing comments, however, earned him a pile of ashes where his bag of sweets had previously been, in turn resulting in the other smirking boy’s bag getting frozen.

So went the night, with chaos and order balancing one another out at every moment. People peering out of windows just before the crack of dawn would make out two figures, arm in arm, running down the deserted streets and laughing at the tops of their voices.

Certainly, Saint John Allerdyce loved Halloween.

(OK this is like a good RP for me so no high expectations)

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Must be Rouerie

[ravenmadison07]

First Name: Raven
Last Name: Madison
Age: 16
Appearance:She has dark brown hair that is styled in a pixie cut. Her green eyes are her best features. she is 5'6 and has an average body type. She usually wears dark eyeshadow to make her eyes stand out even more. She also usually wears alot of black clothes but not all the time.
History: Raven grew up in england with her half-blood mother. Her father died when she was very young so she is an only child. She had a good childhood always hoping to be accept into the wizarding community like her mother. When she finally got her letter she was so happy! She was finally going to magic school!!
Personality: She's kind of goth. You know likes to wear back and stuff. She's kind of shy but still talkative is you get her going. LOVES to read anything and everything. Hangs out in the libary more than in classes. Usually keeps up with classes sometimes falls behind but always catches up. Just your typical gothic freaky chick. lol no she's really nice.
Sample RP: Raven walks into the libaray for the first time. There are so many books she can't believe her eyes! She is so distracted that she bumps into someone. She bends down to help the girl pick up her books and notices she has Mythology books. She says, "Do you like mythology or are you taking it for credit?" The girl answers, "I love Mythology. I'm taking the class and i lost my book so i had to burrow one until i found mine! Do you like Mythology?" Raven replies, "I love it!" The other girl looks are the clock and realizes that she has to get to class and dashes off with a promise to find Raven at lunch. Raven says goodbye and continues browsing through the books.

None of your sections have enough info really. Add more to them and work on your RP. Thanks.

[csummers]

First Name:Cosette
Last Name: Summers
Age: 14
Appearance: Cosette has blond hair, originally, but now she has different color highlights. She has green eyes, and a heart shaped face. She has a slim body and is 5'7".
History: Cosette was born in Paris, and still lives in Paris. Her birthday is October 7, 1993. Her mother, whom she looks just like, is Marian Summers, and her father, Robierre Summers.
Personality: She is a shy, but friendly girl when she does meet people. She loves to read and draw. She gets fairly good grades and loves to be at school.
Sample RP: Walking down the hill toward the stables, Cosette turned to Sara,and said, "I wish that I didn't have to do this."
In truth, she didn't, but she knew that she must. In order to please her mother, she must. Sara comforted her, but to Cosette, it seemed as though the world was falling apart. She walked into the stables with a tear in her eye, and left Sara standing at the wooden frame of the stable door.

Not to be rude, but this is an awful application. You need to change your name in your profile. You need to add more info to all your sections. Add more to your RP and work on your RP some more. Thanks.

[isabellaswan]

First Name:Isabella (Bella)
Last Name: Swan
Age: 17
Appearance:
History: Bella grew up in Phoenix with her mother Renee and her stepfather Phil. Her birth father and mother got divorced when Bella was younger. When her mother Renee wanted to live with Phil, Bella decided to move to Forks to live with her birth father, Charlie. There she went to Forks High School and met her friend Edward.
Personality: Bella is a smart,clever,and kind person. She's curious about everything and everyone. She's a good friend and gives really good advice to whoever needs it. She has a lot of bad days, but she makes it through the day without anyone knowing she's upset.
Sample RP: Bella woke up in her room. She looked at the clock, it was five-thirty in the morning. She slowly got up off her bed and stumbled over to her window. The sun was out today, very strange weather for Forks, but Bella didn't care. She was happy that the sun was out, so she went over to her dresser and started getting ready fr her first day at Forks High.

Please re-read the rules. You may not use the name and history of a character that already exists. You must be original and make up your own. Why in the world would Bella Swan be here at Beauxbatons and not in Forks, Washington with her dad and Edward? lol

[lovelyodette]

First Name: Odette
Last Name: Stratton
Age: 14
Appearance:
History: Odette is the mother to Alice and William Stratton. Alice was a ballet freak (which is why Odette is named Odette), and William was a novelist. The two were married for 1 year when Odette was born. They weren't ready for her, and were scared. The parents spent a lot of time working extra for more money. William was always scared that the publishers would not accept his manuscript.
Odette was an only child, until her sister was born when she was 13. The family is pure-blood.

Odette lived in Australia until she was 5, when her family moved to France. Odette was home-sick for Australia for a month when she was 5. Her family lived in a city in France.
Odette's family spent a great deal of time going to ballet shows, and she was enrolled in ballet when she was 8.

Odette made a muggle friend named Miranda there, and was heartbroken when Miranda died of a car crash. She spent a great deal of time grieving, and still gets upset when she hears anything that has to do with Miranda. So she stopped taking ballet lessons.

Odette was sent to private school to learn reading and writing and such until she got the letter to Beauxbatons.

Personality: Odette creates a vision for the future by gathering and organizing information. She then develops strategies to achieve their goals. She have a rare gift for looking at almost anything and seeing how it can be improved. Odette has very high standards.

She value independence and prefers to work on her own. Once she had decided on a course of action, she rarely changes her minds, although she can be persuaded by clear reasoning by someone she respect.

In situations where she can't use her talents or is unappreciated, Odette may cut herself off from a group and criticize people who don't understand her plans. Under extreme stress, Odette may overindulge in sensory experiences like eating, shopping or watching television.

She has an unusual sense of humour, which arises from her ability to spot surprising links between seemingly unconnected facts.

Sample RP:
Where was it?
Where was her diary?
Odette had lost it and was going completely insane. Her diary had everything. It was one of her most prized possessions. Second after her wand, of course.

How ironic is that when you most needed to vent, you lose your diary, thought Odette. She laughed out loud. It was sort of funny, when you thought of it.

Odette quickly stopped, and continued searching the common room. She had searched 3/4ths of the room, and was almost finished.

No diary.

Growling, Odette stepped out of the room, and into the hallway. No diary, again. She ran in a medium speed, looking carefully.

She wobbled into the fields, and spotted it, between a two rocks. She grabbed it, when she thought a horrible thought:
What if some one read this?

She examined it. Odette had placed a simple spell on it, to keep it locked, but an older student could break it.

No one had broke it. No one had read it. Odette had to be much more careful, or someone could read it, and she couldn't let that happen. No, indeed! She let out a sigh of relief.

You need to work on your RP.