Sorting (Term Seven)

[wolframlove]

First Name:
Wolfram
Last Name:
Strauss
Age:
16
Appearance:
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History:
20th July 1991. Warm, or actually quite hot day in Japan which wasn’t unusual at all. Young woman called Alina Strauss felt exhausted after giving birth to twin boys whom were both healthy and quite energetic too. Soon though, she found out that she still had to give a birth to one more baby even though she felt like she couldn’t do it anymore, that she just wanted to sleep. Not only the young baby girl was dead, but also Alina got too exhausted of the birth and finding out that the baby girl wasn’t alive, that she also died soon too. Luckily the two young boys still got their father who decided to take care of them alone. Well, he was going to hire a nanny, because he was very rich and also from a royal family.

Yohann, their father, had to work a lot which why he wasn’t able to be home much. Sometimes he was away even months! That’s why Wolfram and his twin brother Asher, spent most of the time together, because their nanny had to clean the house and do all the cooking too. And because Asher and Wolfram has spent so much time together in the past, they are very clingy towards each others.

Finally when the boys turned six, their father promised that he was able to be at home much more than before. Wolfram and Asher became both really excited about this, because they felt like they didn’t know their father enough well, because they really hadn’t seen him that much. It seemed though, that they even weren’t supposed to know him, because later that day they got a phone call that anonymous death eater had killed their father for unknown reasons. That’s why their grandmother ended up living with them and taking care of them, but still they never really learned to trust in her.

When the boys turned eleven, they started to get letters from Wizardry and Witchcraft schools. Their grandmother thought that they didn’t need things like that and decided to teach them by herself. And that she did until the boys were 16 and she wasn’t so healthy anymore so she decided to send them in Beauxbatons, because she had also been there when she had been young.
And that’s the way they ended up in here.

Personality:
Wolfram is very stubborn and hot tempered person. He gets angrily very easily which why you definitely shouldn’t annoy him unless you want to feel a piece of his demon powers. He definitely will kick your ass if you call him something like ‘stupid’ or ‘idiot’. There’s only one person who can make him calm down again and that is Asher.

Wolfram actually doesn’t like to have muggle-blood friends. He’s really picky about that and if he got one, there probably is really good reason for that. For some reason he just doesn’t think that they should have the right to be witches or wizards.

There’s times when Wolfie can be kind and friendly too. He isn’t always in a bad mood. … Well, it’s rare to see him in a good mood, but like said, there’re times. Especially if something good has happened to him.

Sample RP:
Even though Wolfram had only been in Beauxbatons for a few days, he still felt like becoming insane. Can you believe how many there were muggle born? No, you definitely can’t. He just felt like throwing up. Maybe a few of them he would consider as a friend, but certainly not all of them. He just had to hope that none of them will touch him nor even come too close to him. He was from a royal family and from PURE-BLOOD family which why he certainly didn’t like when there was so many muggle-blood people around him. Asher had said to him “at least try to be nice” and “don’t worry, you’ll be fine”, but at the moment he felt like it certainly wasn’t going to be like that.

”I got to find someone who’s sane and a pure-blood…”

Wolfram thought aloud while walking forward in the forbidden corridor. Even though he was big fan of paintings, especially old ones, he didn’t have time to turn look at the ones he passed by. He needed to concentrate to look at the people who also happened to be in the corridor. He gave them glares and stared at them carefully, like he would that way see if they were pure-blood and from a good family or not. Most of them blinked their eyes and backed away slightly while probably thinking that Wolfram was insane, but some just kept walking calmly without even noticing him. Maybe they were so confident and proud what they were so they didn’t even bother to give their precious time for him. The thought of that made his eyes bit wider than before; maybe he still had hope, because there was people like him. So this school wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Must be Sournois

[snowrocker]

First Name: Elladora "Ella"
Last Name: Jakeson
Age: 15
Appearance:

History: Elladora was born in Cannes, France to Emilee and Zachariah Voss. When she turned three was the first sign of her magical abilities. She could make things appear and disappear with only her mind. Her parents right away wanted her to go to school to learn to manage and learn her magic. Her parents sent her to a prep school that Elle went to until she turned 12.

Her parents always wanted her to be the proper young adult. Elledora could never be that unless she tried very hard. She has manners and all but she just never liked that elbow length white gloves and tiaras that they wanted her to wear. Of course, her mother was disappointed but soon she would understand that it was not all about how she looked but how she acted.

All in all Elle is a rebel.

Personality:
Elledora is very outgoing. Sometimes that can get her into a lot of trouble. She can try and try not to be so outgoing but it never works. She just likes to communicate with people. She never acts secretive unless there is something that she is trying to hide. She normally does not try to get into trouble but she normally does anyways. Her professors all say that she is a smart kid but she can't seem to keep her self out of trouble and she does not have any common sense.

Elle has a very thick French accent. She is trying to learn English but she is failing pretty badly. She has so far learned a lot of English but does not understand the language as much as she would like.

Elledora loves to hang out with her friends but more of the time she likes to go to the library and read books.

Sample RP:

Elledora smiled as she walked along the stone laid hallway. With each twist and turn she looked out the window. The sun was setting and the fog was rolling in at her. She pushed her hair from behind her head to lay in front of her shoulders. She exited the castle and reached the cold lake. She zipped up her jacket as the cold weather hit against her face.

Elle sat down on the hard ground. She picked a few pieces of grass from the ground. She played with it in her fingers. She looked around to the surface of the blackening lake. It was a magnificent thing. She smiled as she pulled a few more pieces of grass and throwing them unto the ground. The sky full of stars lit up the sky. The universe was so large and vast it was hard for Elledora to comprehend.

Your RP could have been a bit longer.

Must be Rouerie

[kyliewelbourne]

First Name: Kylie
Last Name: Welbourne

Age: 16

Appearance:





History:
I was born in Rome, Italy on January 25, 1994. My parents are Felicity Harrington and Aaron Welbourne III. Shortly after I was born, we moved to Paris because my father had gotten a job offer, so I don't really remember anything about Italy. When I was six my mother died, and my father was too busy to keep me so he sent me to live with my Aunt Sara and Uncle Kevin in a different part of France. Now my uncle has died and I live with my Aunt. As you can tell, I have had to move alot in my lifetime, and I am a very flexible person and I handle changes well.

Personality:
My name is Kylie, and I have a really bubbly personality. But I also know how to be serious at times when it is needed such as in classes. I am really not the kind of person to be mean to anyone, unless you were to pull ALL my strings and get me pushed WAY over the edge. But I like to have lots of friends no matter what house they are in, and I believe in treating everyone equally.

Sample RP:
"Mariah, do you want to go to the library and study for a little bit?" Kylie asked.
Mariah looked up and rolled her eyes.
"Yeah," she said sarcastically. "That is really on the top of my list right now."
Mariah was composing a letter to her boyfriend Isaac who went to school at Hogwarts. They met two summers ago in Diagon Alley and have been dating since. She rolled the letter up, and used a string to tie it around her owl's leg. Her owl, Branson, flew out the window and left.
"I guess I'll be going alone then..." Kylie said and left the common room and headed for the library. On her way there, she kept hearing voices. She slowed down and peered into a small window on the mahogany door to the potions classroom. Inside were Kristina Rotan and Hartley Love. They were talking about 'getting Him back.'
'I thought they were prefects! They shouldn't be talking about getting someone back, they should be setting an example for others!' Kylie thought to herself.
But who was Him? Hartley looked up at the door suddenly, and Kylie ducked just in time, or so she thought. Kris and Hartley came storming out the door and Hartley said to Kylie, "Why are YOU here?"
Kylie said, "I, um, I-I-I was just looking for Proffessor Simone! Yeah, and well, it seems he isn't here right now so I will just be on my way!" Kylie spun on the spot and headed back for her dorm. She was lucky that Hartley didn't come after her.
Kylie immediatly told Mariah what had happened.
Mariah was in shock. "Are you sure you heard them right?"
Kylie replied, "Possitive!"
"But they are prefects! You know just as well as I that they are always goody-goody-perfect-little-students who are teachers pets and they are always so innocent, it just doesn't seem like something they would do!" Mariah said.
"I know. I can't believe it either." Kylie said.
"But who was Him? Who were they wanting to get back?" Mariah asked.
"I don't know..." Kylie said. "But I am definately going to find out."


You need to change your name in your profile and work on your RP.

Edited it!

Please change your RP sample. I'm more than certain that you did not get permission from Zoey Hunter and Hope Summers to god-mod their character. Please change your RP sample so that I can sort you.
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I'm really sorry I used their names, I didn't think it would be a problem. I changed it to some fake names instead. Thanks!

Thank you for changing it. It was considered god-moding because that isn't at all how those characters would act. But thank you for changing it.

Must be Cossu

[peterthegreat]

First Name: Peter
Last Name: Alexander
Age: 16
Appearance:

Dirty blond hair, and sparkling eyes of red - like every Alexander before him. Peter is 5' 11" in height weights 158 pounds. Quite heavy are his arms, mostly muscle from playing Quidditch, but nothing spectacular, he is only 16. Although, he is quite in shape for his age, again from playing Quidditch, and also from another hobby of his: Sword fighting.

His eye's are quite narrow for a Caucasian wizard, and his pupils quite big. His nose is quite small, and his lips are bright red. The boy's face is extremely symmetrical, making him extremely handsome - like his father, of course. And maybe even more, like his mother who had beauty beyond measure.

History:
His mother, Rae as he knows her by, gave birth to him, but saw herself unfit to take care of him so passed him over to his father, who cares for him to this day. He was brought up very well, if not having a mother means less love for some, it did not mean so for Peter for the love he received from his father made up for it. When he was young, he grew very fond of two things:

One is Quidditch. Because his father was an international Quidditch player, some said the best Beater that has ever lived, it was only natural that Peter grow fond of it over time. Although, Peter played a different position and style then his father.

Peter is a Chaser, an extremely good one at that. He followed in the footsteps of his uncle Tradger - well not really his uncle, bit he considers him one anyway. He plays the same kind of style Tradger did, using his incredible speed to get past other players and Bludgers, and a strong throwing arm to get the Quaffle past the Keeper. Sometimes, he wouldn't even use his throwing arm, he'd Merle fly very fast past the left hoop, go around and come back out beside the right hoop, the Keeper to slow to keep up with him, he'd pop the ball into an empty hoop.

The other thing he was fond of, was sword fighting. Something else he grew up around, but at this he is better then his father, which is saying something. his quick reflexes gained from this help him in Quidditch. When in a sword fight, it seems a second is a minute, to him a single swipe of the opponents sword takes much longer to fall then it is in reality.

Personality:
Natural charisma make him very popular around others, a people person. He could come up to a group, without even knowing the students, and just introduce himself. He's a loud guy, and shyness doesn't come easily for him, which brings up another point. Girls. Around the ladies, Peter is a smooth talker. He both values and repsects them for who they are, and would never sview them as "materials" or things like that. Peter's pretty funny as well. When your down, he can always bring a smile to your face. One flaw of his though, would be his anger. When Peter gets angry, all hell breaks loose. If you were smart, you'd know that it would be best to stay on his good side.

Sample RP:
Peter ran through people going to different shops, saying sorry as he bumped into a few wizards. He was running because it was almost 5 minutes until he had to take over for Greenbay, the person working at the shop at this moment. He looking down at his watch, he realized now he only had 3 minutes to get there. He hated when this happened, he'd get carried away with his Swordsmanship and be late for everything that came after it.

Not a good day to be late, either. It was his first day. Although, it did help that the shop was part owned by his dads best friend, Tradger Thomas. His dad had given it to him as a Christmas present, to the best friend he's ever known and ever will know, if he re-called correctly.

When he finally got to the shop, he wished he would have been a bit later. Their was that girl from the Potions shop. He had to though, Greenbay already saw him. He misled at Greenbay, Greenbay returned it gave a nod to him and left the shop. Peter walked in and placed Godric's Sword on the counter, turning to the girl. "Would you like any help?" he asked, with a smile. It was his job, after all. And maybe she was different?

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Must be Rouerie

[jenn]

First Name: Jennifer.
Last Name: Renao.
Age: 16.
Appearance:

Jenn’s skin is of the lightest shade of honey, and the texture is smooth but pocketed in some areas. The shape of her face is rounded, and slightly oval. Under extremely tapered eyebrows, her medium sized eyes that resemble a grey shade of blue, that in dark light turn black. The nose that sites in the middle of her face is elongated to the tip, except for the compression at the very end.

Full rosy lips complement her skin colour and accentuate her full chin. Overall Jenn’s normal expression reads thoughtful, sometimes mistaken as mournful or sad, though when she first became a vampire, her expression was normally stolid and expressionless, not even her eyes reflecting any emotion.

‘As thin as a rail, and curvy in the right places’ would not be a good description for this girl. Her body may be thin, but not painfully thin. As for curvy, she lacks most of the curves found on other eighteen year old girls. Jenn’s height is around 5’2, rather short. Small breasts on a thin chest prove her underdevelopment.

Jennifer Renoa would normally be seen wearing reasonably tight neutral coloured sweatshirts and jeans, sometimes a skirt. Her clothing choice reflects her simplistic lifestyle of not caring about her appearance.

History:

Born into a rather large but wealthy family (pure blood of course.), this girl had freedom from her very beginnings. Jen's mother was far to busy with her extravagant social life and various charities to pay attention to her four other children, and soon their lives began to form into a disarray. Jennifer, the oldest of five, was the most dominant one of all. She rules over her siblings, acting as a mother figure in an abstract way. But the girl was just as misbehaving as the rest, and taught them to be like her.

Her father was out of the picture, she never saw him, nor did she wish to. He was just there, as a flitting shadow or a stone kicked around on the floor. Normally in a family of such, Edward Renao ould have some power over his family, but it was really Allyson Renao, his wife, that ran things. He was just the prime source of money, being a high ranking ministry official. He, being a pureblood, only associated with such of his family standings.

Personality:

Angry. Jennifer has a mind set that makes everything seem so much more frustrating than it really is. This makes her outlook a lot more bleary, and when she is upset, her anger can cause great difficulties in her social life. Though when calm, she is sweet and kind, though lustful of attractive men.

Said before, this teenager is very closed minded, this also doesn’t help when trying to agree with others on an issue. She always seems to want to want her way and everyone else is wrong. Her mother used just give in, rather than trying to press her opinion on the girl, this just allowed her to develop a more closed minded attitude.

Her attitude when she isn’t angry or upset is tranquil, but still passionate. She is kind to others, and appears to most as sweet and innocent. As she is a vampire, she is able to sense human’s emotions, this helped her small quirk to lust over cute guys develop into doing rather sultry and promiscuous behaviors when around said guys.

Sample RP:

Bright eye blinked twice, gaze swept around the entire building; hoping that no one had seen her ungraceful stunt. Hell, ungraceful might as well be her middle name. The lithe girl used her knees to push her small body into a sitting position. From there she combed her long brown hair – now in a delightful mess from her embarrassing trip. Several moments past and her hair was untangled enough so that it was presentable. Jenn stood up onto on tottery feet and just stood there, blinking into the stage lights that where blinding her.

Her outfit, that had been so carefully chosen that afternoon was now ruffled, the skirt had risen about two inches up her thigh, it resembled one of the dancer’s costumes, and the sweater had been pulled low over her lacy bra. Now she was embarrassed. Hitching down her skirt and pulling at her shirt, the red-faded teenager half jumped half tripped from the place that she had been standing. A voice caught her attention, it was merely a whisper, but she still heard it. A slender hand gripped the railing to a nearby chair, to safeguard against any more mishaps with stray purses. Jen’s eyes found the speaker, the tall brunette with the dark eyes. Definitely someone she knew, a vampire, she recognized his scent.

“Devin?”

A mere question, her melodious voice sounded crystal clear against the loud music and babble of voices. Her eyes sought out the figure, a handsome male, one that she had met before, obviously. All vampires knew one another, and this was just another example about how absent minded she was – almost forgetting his name.

Must be Sournois

[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: A brunette girl was sitting on the fields, laying on the fields, staring at the clouds. She could not see in shape in them, but was some how trying to see a shape. Nope, she couldn't do that. How could other people do it, and she couldn't? It wasn't very fair. For all she knew, people could see works of art and those darn clouds!

And suddenly, she was lifted by an invisible force. She was flying without a broomstick! The fear disappeared, and Odette was content, simply flying around, and looking at the view below her. It was beautiful. Odette had never seen Beauxbatons like this, with a bird's eye view. All she had to say is that the person who designed Beauxbatons was a genius.

BUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZ!

Odette was on her bed, awake from the awful noise her alarm clock was making. She groaned. The dream had been wonderful. She wished that it was a weekend, and the alarm clock had not made that noise.
But what could she do? It wasn't as if she could simply go back to sleep. If she skipped class, then she'd be in real trouble. That would be very, very bad.


Must be Rouerie

[gabbie]

First Name:
Catherine (Cat)
Last Name:
Pierce
Age:
Sixteen unhappy candles
Appearance:
Catherine has long, dark brown locks of curly hair which easily are pulled back into a high ponytail. However, she most often will be found with the brown locks draping to her shoulders unstyled. She has bright blue eyes, inherited from her unknown birth parents, and a slim, tall physique. She has pale, delicate skin which could be mistaken for an antique china doll at first glance. Often people refer to her as 'a pretty girl with forgetful features' and she attempts to make up for that with her unique personality traits.

History:
Cat was born on September Fifteenth, to parents which she has never known and never met. She never got to know her real parents, because they put her up for adoption when she was very little. She assumed that they were very poor and could not provide for her, and she tries not to think about the fact that maybe they just didn't want her.
After bouncing from foster home to foster home for several years, Catherine found herself in the warm home of Tyler and Andie Ernist. They were welcoming and pleasant to live with. She stayed with them from age seven to age eleven. At age eleven, she received a letter, informing her that she had been accepted to Hogwarts, wizarding school of the century. She traveled to Hogwarts, and bid her muggle foster parents farewell at King's Cross Station.
After spending five years at Hogwarts, she received a letter from her real birth mother. She said that she was living near to the local school, Beauxbatons, a school that used to be an all-girls academy. However, the school was open to the public, and her mother wanted Catherine to be closer to her so that she could get to know her better.
After consulting her foster parents, Catherine traveled to Beauxbatons to meet her birth mum. It turned out that she had abandoned her daughter after the death of her husband (when Catherine was only a couple months old). Her mother (Lisa) was unable to provide for her daughter, so she sent her to live with parents who could.
Now, it is Cat's first year at a new school. She has yet to make a whole new set of friends, acquaintances, and hopefully not too many enemies.
Personality:
Cat is gentle, kind, and shy when need be. However, if you break through that first barrier, you will get to know that Catherine is a sweetheart, who is genuine and educated. She's smart and willing to speak her mind if necessary. She has a fragile appearance but underneath that she has loads of grace and willpower, as well as durability. Being bounced around from foster home to foster home toughened her up, making her put a brick wall between herself and the rest of the world. Those who break through it, however, will have a great friend for life.
Sample RP:
Shivering beneath the thick down blanket. As the sun made a milky red path through the bright blue sky, she yawned, stretching. It was a chilly day, cold enough to see one's breath billowing out in front of themselves as they spoke. Cat yanked the covers over her head, but now that she was awake, she would not again be able to fall into slumber again. She half-heartedly sat up on the bed.
Cat then grabbed her soft plush bathrobe and wrapped the belt of it around her waist, double-knotting it and sighing deeply. Today was going to be an ordinary day. She grabbed her hair brush, combing through her sleek locks and watching herself in the mirror acrossed the room from her. In the reflection was the picture of a girl, about sixteen or seventeen, with big doe eyes and a small smile which could lighten the heart of any fellow.
With a sigh, she pulled open the closet door, her eyes scanning the contents; boxes. Lots and lots of unpacked boxes filled with clothes and other things. She sighed, and pulled one labeled "WINTER CLOTHES" close to her, rummaging through the banal contents. Sweaters, sweatpants, more sweaters, blah blah blah. She grabbed a pair of faded and ripped (on purpose) jeans and pulled them on, buttoning them and glancing down at her figure, wondering whether or not they would be warm enough for today.
She then grabbed a tan and brown lacy tank top, something which was a very gift from her muggle foster parents (she remembered getting it for her birthday the year prior). She threw it over herself, pulling it down so it hung to her hips; form-fittingly. She then grabbed a dark brown and pink vest that had a fur (faux fur, she was against animal abuse) collar. She sighed, looking at her reflection in the mirror.
The outfit wasn't too over-the-top, it was just enough to make people realize that she, well, existed. She smiled at herself in the mirror, applying a small amount of shimmery pink lip gloss. After applying a thin layer of eye liner on each eye, she decided that she was ready to make her appearance in the outside world.
So, with a graceful and flourishing stride, she exited the dorm room, locking it with her key. She cursed under her breath as she realized she had forgotten her wand. She unlocked the dorm again, grabbing it off of her bedside table and putting it in her back jean pocket. NOW she was ready to begin the day.

Must be Cossu

[oohxsparkley]

First Name:

Sapphyre

Last Name:

Larks

Age:

Fifteen.

Appearance:



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History:

Sapphyre grew up in America. Her best years were her elementary school years, ages one to ten. She lived in a very big, gorgeous house with her mother, father, two brothers, sister, and over twenty animals. Life was amazing, happy, carefree, and problem free. But then, her father, Richard, cheated on her mother, Susan. It broke the family apart. Susan Larks would cry every night before she went to bed for a year and the eleven year old Sapphyre would always be the one to cheer her up.

Soon, Cassandra, Sapphyre's sister, went to college far away, and Morgan, Sapphyre's brother, left to live with his father, who lived in a different stage. Now it was only Sapphyre, her mother, and her little brother, Mason. Richard's girlfriend began having mental problems. She blamed others for everything. One time, she blamed Susan for Rhichard's health problems, and took her to court. Of course, nothing happened, but Susan, Sapphyre, and Mason lived in fear for half a year. By this time, they had moved in a much smaller house, close to where Richard lived.

Sapphyre hated the house, the city, and the muggle school she had to go to. Nobody seemed to understand exactly how she felt.

When Sapphyre turned thirteen, something horrible happened. It was a full moon - and Chloe was getting horrible aches everywhere. She locked herself into her bedroom, and soon turned into a Werewolf. It was probably the worst day of her life.

The day after the night, she woke up and her mother had gashes all over her body. Sapphyre asked her what was wrong, and Susan had to tell her daughter that Richard was, in fact, a Werewolf.

...And that it was passed down to her.

Personality:

There are many personality traits to Sapphyre. She can be the meanest or nicest girl in the world; it depends on whether or not she likes you. She's extremely outgoing, and absolutely LOVES acting and singing. Without being able to sing or act out her problems, she would have probably been driven crazy years ago. Sapphyre loves her animals, as well. Without them, she wouldn't know if she would be able to go on with life. She does sometimes have depression problems, especially because of her Werewolf problem that happens exactly once a month, but she deals with it well.

She's also very secretive about her problems, and nobody knows that she is a Werewolf except for her mother and father. Not even her siblings know, because it wasn't passed down to them. She is scared to death about hurting somebody, and feels that it is best not to tell anyone, because she thinks they would be scared of her.

Sample RP:

Sapphyre stared out the window of her bedroom, a miserable expression on her face. It was the time of the month that the full moon came out. She heaved a huge sigh, and put on her dressed into the largest clothes she had so that she wouldn't rip her good ones. Sapphyre locked the door, and sat on her bed, her eyes closed. She was ready.

Soon, Sapphyre felt the usual, unfriendly aches of her body. She did her best not to cry out. Her mother had taken her little brother, Mason, out so that he or she would not get hurt. By now, claws had sprung from her fingers, and her shining blue eyes turned an evil yellow. Fur began to sprout from her belly, then her back, her legs, feet, arms, hands, and eventually face. A snout formed where her nose was, and large ears popped up at the top of her head.

Now Sapphyre was in horrible pain. She let out a howl, and began to tear up her room. Maybe she would get out of the room, maybe not. It most definitely was not Sapphyre's choice.

Must be Sournois

[jtsmith1]

First Name
Clarissa

Last Name
James
Age 15
Apperance. Clarissa is a very beautiful girl. she has long shiny brown hair. but her hair color can change to a very pale blonde when she is feeling sad or depressed. her eye color can change also. but mostly their a a nice hazel color. Clarissa is a little on the short side i guess you could say. she is 5foot2

History. Clarissa was born in London.Clarissa lives in London with her mother and father and her baby sister Victoria. Both of her parents are witches and wizards so they weren't sure if there first daughter was going to be a whtich or a squib. they were thrilled when they sarted noticeing her magical abality when she was younger. The famiy comes from a long line of pure bloods. They named her after her great grandmother Clarissa Victoria James. Clarissa Victoria was one of the greatest witches of her time. and one of the kindest. Her parents are hoping that Clarissa will follow in her grandmother's footsteps. That's why she feels she has to be the best at everything. but whether she fails or not her parents are still always proud of her.

Personality. Clarissa at times can be a very stuck up person. Who feels the need to be the best at anything and everything. she has many many friends but only a few very close ones. Since she was so beautiful so many boys at her old magical school liked her. But since she turned most of them down they gave her the nickname ice princess. many people don't like her becasue they consider her a vain stuck up know it all. But her few close friends can tell you that she is far from being vain. That once you get to know her i mean really get to know her you'll find that she's a sweet girl who can act a little stuck up at times but also has a loyal heart.

Sample. Clarissa was in her room brushing her hair when she heard a knock on her door. Who is it she said in a very annoyed voice. It's me miss said her fmaily's maid Isabella. I've come to bring your things downstairs and put them in the carriage. As Isabella was gathering Clarissa trunks she couldn't help but notice that Clarissa looked as if she might had been crying. Excuse me Miss if you don't mind me asking is everything alright ? Usually Clarissa just ingores the servent but today she was feeling desperate. Why are my parents sending me to a school in France ? Do they think that my magic skills arent good enough to go to a school here in London ? Of courese not miss said Isabella your parents know that you are one of the best witches in London, so their sending you to Beauxbatons so that you can increase your magic ability. As Clarissa listened to this she thought to her self. I'm one of the best witches in London I'll be the best at Beauxbatons too. no matter what it takes. On on the Carriage ride to Beauxbatons Clarissa couldn't help but wonder is she going to like it at there ? will she hate it ? She peeked over her sunglasses to get a glimpse of the other girls. they were sitting in groups laughing and talking about their summer. Everytime she thought about the word summer she thought of home. Oh how much she missed home. she missed seeing her little sister her parents. and most of all her best friend Melissa. Like her Melissa was also a pure blood. She remembered how her and Melissa would be have so much fun during the summer. going down the river putting their feet in the crystal clear blue water. ( both girls were scared of getting their hair wet) and eating ice cream. and going shopping. Clarissa soon shook the thought out of her head as it was too painful to think of anymore. she put her hair in a ponytail and let her head rest against the cool cold window. The feeling of the window eased her nervous. It seemed like hours before they the carriage driver finally said Welcome to Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic. As Clarissa steeped out of the carriage onto the frost bitten school lawn and saw what seemed like a winter wonderland castle. She thought to herself , I'M HERE.

Must be Sournois

[sebastienrosseau]

First Name: Sebastien
Last Name: Durand Rosseau
Age: 17
Appearance:


History: Sebastien was born in Aquitaine, France on the 18th of January of '90, yet he was raised in the premises of Paris. He is the only son of the affluent Jacques Durand Rosseau, a pureblood barrister and Jacqueline Fournier, a muggleborn scholar. Being an only son, Sebsatien was pampered yet brought up in a strict and disciplined upbringing.

As a young boy, Sebastien did not show any magical tendencies and was thought to be a squib. As a result, his parents pushed him in academic and musical prpoerties as something to fall back on, knowing that squibs did not have much opportunities. But 2 1/2 months after his 8th birthday an incident with a bully became a testimony to his abilities.

Personality: As a result from his academical upbringing, Sebastien is usually serious yet confident, with a wry sense of humor. Bookish, silent yet self-assured, Sebastien is quick-witted. At times he can be an obnoxious cynic, yet at others quiet and reserved lad. Sebastien has a passion for maths, sciences, literature, philosophy and music as a result of his rigorous schooling. As a result, he has no talent for sport.

Sebastien is quite rebellious at times, challenging most of the things in life, therefore he is a pessimist, claiming that he is just seeing the blunt truth that others cannot see. As a result of this, he gets in trouble.

Sample RP:

He shut the book as his eyes were getting heavier by the mere minute and with quick flick of his hand, the chandelier went off. He could hear a quiet tapping of footsteps outside his chamber, as he slowly tucked himself under his thick sheets.

Torrential rains still fell on the ground, as lighting flashed, turning the heavens and the earth blinding with for less than a second. The mighty bellow of thunder would soon follow. He could smell the faint scent of his mahogany furniture, the musky yet enticing smell of books. He could hear the frail sounds of a fiddle and laughter near the Western wing of manor. He smiled at the thought of his parents gallivunting each other, half-amused and revolted.

He was taking it all in - the smell of home, because as of tomorrow, he would be leaving for Beauxbatons.

Must be Rouerie.

[kriss]

<sub>First Name:
Kriss
Last Name:
Bontecou
Age:
11
Appearance:

History:
Kriss was born in Dublin, Ireland, to Jaseline Garamund-Bontecou and Henry Bontecou. her life was far from normal, with her father working as an auror at the Irish Ministry and her mother managing a pet shop. As a little girl, Kriss was usually put with a nanny when her mom and dad weren't home. Because the nannies were often uncaring and unaware of her whereabouts, she would often wander around the house and into the Attic.
One day, while exploring the many lost possessions of her parents, she found her dad's first wand. She waved it around a little, happy to finally get a chance to practice her magic. But, it turned out badly. She swooped the wand low, and a hot-pink spark came out of it. Suddenly, there was a large BOOM</sub>

[/b], and the house was gone.After that, Jaseline and Henry decided it was best to move to France, Henry's birthplace.
Personality:
Kriss is an artistic girl. She loves to draw, mostly her version of her parents' childhood stories. As well, she is rather intrigues by theatrical arts. She is also rather adventurous, and likes to go to the Forbidden section of the Library to find out more about the school and it's history. Kriss is very nice, and although she isn't quite the type to walk up to random and unsuspecting students, will talk to anyone who talks to her.
Sample RP:
Kriss felt the excitement pulsing through her. The baby-blue carriage she was in dived down below the clouds, and started it's bumpy descent to Beauxbatons. This is it.. the 11-year-old thought, I am finally going to learn Magic -- hopefully without making the castle spontaneously combust. She took a deep breath, as a tall man opened the compartment door. He spoke in rapid French; Kriss understood some, so she had an idea of what he was saying. She watched as more uniformed employees grabbed her bags. Then, she walked into the Castle.

As soon as her foot hit the Marble, her jaw dropped. Her Dad had always told her of the sheer size of the castle, but Kriss had never imagined it being this large. She regrouped and skipped through the main room, making a note that dinner was apparently a mandatory thing -- the entire hall was abandoned.

At the end of the hallways, she joined a small group of students awaiting to be sorted. As the double doors opened, Kriss smelled the sweet smell of fried chicken, corn on the cob, and many other foods she favored. She walked in with the rest of the students, until they reached the stairs. Various names here called, until finally, the Headmistress yelled, "Bontecou, Kriss!"Kriss walked nervously to the stairs, her legs feeling like Jello. She pulled on the Cloak, and closed her eyes as it spoke.[/sub][/center]

Must be Cossu.

[vickytoria]

First Name:
Hayley
Last Name:
Chase
Age:
15
Appearance:

History:
Hayley was born in a small town in Tennessee to Marcus Chase and Christine Cannings Chase. Her life was far from perfect ever since she was just only three. Her parents were out of the house most of the time doing God knows what. She was usually with her older brother at home with a nanny watching on them carelessly.

She and her brother Tim usually went out to make some sort of adventure between themselves while having no one to watch on them. Whenever they went out though, there was always some bully out to hurt them. The best time for them to go on an adventure was at night, where danger lurked everywhere.

One night when Hayley was nine and Tim was thirteen, they went out for another adventure, bored with how their lives were right now. The streets were deserted, and it was stranged to them since there were people here all the time. A stranger had been walking on the road and they both seemed a bit scared of what might happen to them. Quiet as they both were, the took a couple steps back before the man turned his head to face them.

In a flash the man was right in front of them, his teeth were sharper than a claw. Tim had begun running away for his life but Hayley couldn't move at all. Her eyes were wide when his cold hands touched her. Teeth bare, he sunk them into her neck, leaving right after and to never return.
Personality:
NICE
Hayley is a really nice person and likes to make a lot of friends. She's there for you whenever you need her and vice versa. She's never one to leave her friends behind and doesn't plan on doing so anytime soon. She knows how to cheer up people depending on how she feels. She likes seeing people smile, because it makes her happy as well.

TROUBLE MAKER
Hayley is a true trouble maker, always getting herself and others in trouble for the fun of it. She does the most outrageous things and has gotten suspended in her muggle school for it. She likes to bring havoc anywhere she is, especially when there are others around her. She tries not to hurt them in the process, but from time to time, it does. She's done things from stealing to almost exploding a building from using her magic or chemicals she finds.

NEGATIVE
She's pretty opposite from a lot of people, especially the more positive thinkers. Hayley has no clue how people can think like that because, for her, all that comes to her opinions are pretty depressing and negative. She's a happy girl, but she can't help but to think like that. She knows everything she does has consequences, and she never bothers on thinking up the good side in things, but always the bad.

INTELLIGENT
Hayley is a very intelligent girl. How else would she know how to 'almost' blow up a building? She spends some of her time in books and tests out what others have never thought of doing before. She doesn't like to be called stupid because she really isn't, she just doesn't like to show off her smartness to a lot of people.

MEAN...sometimes
She's nice for the most part, but she does have a mean side of her. Piss of Hayley, and you will regret for ever doing something like that to make her mad. She holds grudges for a long time, and unless you make it up to her, she'll hate you for a very very long time. It's easy for her to make enemies since she's a pretty sarcastic girl herself. She knows very well how to make people feel bad, and she uses it to her advantage to make her own enemy feel hurt.

MUSIC LOVER
She loves to sing anywhere and anytime. This is Hayley's biggest passion next to playing the guitar, and she doesn't plan on giving up either one. She's always wanted to create a band of her own, and plans on doing so after she's finished school. She loves any type of music, but can't stand all the stupid singers or players that think they can play, sing, or rap when they really can't. She loves to bash people like them. She has never met anyone with enough passion for music as her, and hopes that she can become a famous artist herself.
Sample RP:
Hayley had been walking on the school grounds after school with nothing to do. Her brother was out with his slxt of a girlfriend, and her parents were out doing something that she will never know. Must be working in the wizardry world. She thought with a smirk. "And they thought I never knew." Her steps were slow, but she was thinking of what mishap she would create today.

Walking up the flight of stairs on her way to the Chemistry lab, a playful smile crawled on her lips. Her hand on the doorknob, she made sure that no one was there to witness anything. She wasn't even supposed to be in the school! Striding towards the chemicals, Hayley grabbed a pair of goggles and set to work on her little fun.

"So this goes in next. And just a little itty bitty drop of this one...Let's just put this in for a dash of color." She spoke to herself as she created the perfect chemical to watch this place explode. She read this in a book and had memorized ever single word. If you asked her to recite it, she'd say it word for word. Done with it, she took it out of the classroom and walked down the stairs and towards the middle of the school. Everybody's gonna freak! She thought as she placed it down on the ground. It had begun fizzing as Hayley begun walking out and away from the school.
"Looks like my work is done here." She said with a smirk. Walking away only one thought came to her mind. Everything I do is for my enjoyment, not yours.

Must be Sournois.

[iluvjai]

First Name: Aimee
Last Name: Jerny
Age: 15
Appearance:
History: Aimee was born in France, to English parents. Annamarie, her mother, was a witch. Johnathon, her father, was a muggle. She weren't rich, but they weren't poor either. Aimee's life seemed perfect, until she turned 5. They were driving home from her older sister, Jessica's swim lesson. There was a crach, and Jessica, and her father died. When they came home, Aimee was 6 already, as she had been in the hospital on her birthday.

When they came back, her mother packed away her father's and sister's belongings. The sold there house, and moved into a small house, in northern France. At school, she met a boy named Cole. They became great friends, because they both loved guitar, music, and many other things. On Aimee's 10th birthday, they became boyfriend and girlfriend. They stayed like that, until she turned 11.
Personality: Aimee is a sweet, music loving girl. She was always been intersted in guitars, and other instruments. Homework, never came first, unless she knew it would take awhile. Aimee is brave, and loyal to her friends. She has few friends, but a very close relation ship with them. She hates studying, and when her friends mentions it, she runs away from there. She isn't very funny, but loves funny people. Sge never makes up jokes, because she knows the will end up cheesy. She speaks her mind, and doesn't hold back her emotions. She can be clumsy, but not when it comes to flexibilty. She is very flexible, and can do many gymnastuc related things.
Sample RP: Aimee grabbed Cole's hands and whispered, crying. "Cole, I love you." He whispered back, "I love you too." Holding back his tears, unlike Aimee. Cole grabbed Aimee, and they hugged. Aimee thought 'I wish this moment would never end.' Soon, they stopped hugging. Aimee then, without thinking, kissed him on the lips.

She had known Cole for along time, and he was her best friend. She stopped, and grabbed her trunk. "Good Bye, my love." She whispered in his ear. "Good bye." He said, now not even bothering to hold back his tears. She went to the carraige, and waved before she got on. She then got on, and wouldn't see him for along time it seemed. It didn't just seem though, it would be along time.

Must be Cossu

[manda]

First Name:
Ashbee
Last Name:
Jake
Age:
16
Appearance:

History:
Ashbee Jake grew up where a lot of people grew up.
Paris, France.
Her originality though, is from Canada. Her mom got pregnant in Canada, but had come to France after about 7 months.
She was a big woman.
Ashbee was born into France, but is a Canadian at heart.
She even got to visit Canada, BC when she was little.
She hardly remembers it, but she has many pictures. She has a brother, [who I will be posting next], and is her nonidentical twin.
They look nothing alike.
Her mom loves him, Her mom hates her, and it is probably because of her labor problems with Ashbee.
Her dad loves her more than anything though. And loves Phoenix just as much.
Ashbee fears even more than her mom.
That is probably another reason, her dad loving Ashbee more than his wife.
Of course, there are a various amount of other reasons.
Ashbee was always a rebel.
Once, when they were at a restaurant near the Eiffel Tower, she had climbed up.
A lot of her friends had thought she was going to kill herself, but that wasn't her motive.
She had been suicidal in the past, but she isn't anymore.
Why, no one knows.
Perhaps it was a book she read.
She doesn't really like to talk about her past, though.
She's more of a present/future kind of girl.
Her family is rich, her mom spends a lot of it, and it is amazing that they haven't gone bankrupt.
Personality:
As stated above, Ashbee is a rebel, and a present/future kind of girl.
She doesn't like to concentrate, try hard, or to think.
She hates doing such things, and therefore, hates classes.
She does just enough to pass.

Should an opportunity rise, Ashbee will gain attention. She loves to cause a scene, cause drama.
She can get angered easily. Impatient is one word to describe her.
She can also be very judge mental. That is one of her many flaws.
She is also very full of herself.
Ashbee is no where near shy. She can talk to anyone, she can hide her emotions, she can be a bully.
She is like that.
Sometimes she talks too much, and many people take offense to what she has to say.
Sample RP:
Ashbee stood on top of her bed, just looking up at the ceiling. She bounced a tiny bit.
She had just received a letter from her mother.
A howler, in fact.
She had forgotten somethings that her mom believes that she needs. The whole room had heard it.
It was quite embarrassing, but she had calmed herself by yelling at everyone for staring at her.
Why had her mom sent her a howler? A letter would have been nice.
She could have just ignored that.
Now her room mates aren't going to enter the dorm for the rest of the day, and they will never forgive her.
At least, I don't think they will this time.
They did last time, but she had not rashed out on them.
She spoke to them angrily, but she had never yelled at them before.

Ashbee sighed and plopped down on her knees on the bed and began to stare at the wall.
This tiny dorm must be driving her insane.
I guess its time to wonder the grounds.. she thought.
Perhaps it was.
She stood up and slipped on a red and black zip sweater and walked out the door.
The whole dorm house was empty. She rolled her eyes and felt around her pocket for her wand.

Thankfully she didn't forget to check.
Last time, she had forgotten it, and had been given detention for not going to class without a wand.
Teachers have problems she suddenly thought.
Perhaps it was her who had problems.
A little anger management wont hurt her.
She rolled her eyes at this thought and continued to walk.
When she had finally reached her normal spot by the lake, she leaned on the oak tree, and just watched the clouds.

Must be Sournois

[phoenix]

First Name:
Phoenix
Last Name:
Jake
Age:
16
Appearance:

History: [hehe, I just kind of copied and pasted this from Ashbee's. Edited it a bit. Hope that is ok.]

Phoenix Jake grew up where a lot of people grew up.
Paris, France, with his loving parents and sister.
His originality though, is from Canada. Her mom got pregnant in Canada, but had come to France after about 7 months.
She was a big woman.
Jake was born into France, but is a Canadian at heart.
He even got to visit Canada, BC when he was little.
He hardly remembers it, but his sister has many pictures. Ashbee is his nonidentical twin.
They look nothing alike.
Her mom loves him, Her mom hates her, and it is probably because of her labor problems with Ashbee. She had Phoenix first, and that went as smooth as a birth can go, but it was like Ashbee refused to get out.

His dad loves them more than anything though. And loves Phoenix just as much.
His family is rich, his mom spends a lot of it, and it is amazing that they haven't gone bankrupt.

Phoenix kind of lived in the shadow if Ashbee.
Just a little bit. Just kind of.
Most of the time, he is away from her and with his own friends.

As a child, he and his sister caused loads of mischief together.
They have talked about doing it again here at their new school a few months ago, but they have drifted apart.
Oh well. Phoenix can cause enough mischief on his own.

Personality:
Jake is a lot like his sister, but not exactly the same.
He doesn't get quite as angry so fast. He can be calm a lot of the time, but still.
When he is angry, he is really angry.
He is the kind of person to stick up to someone.
The kind of person to lie just to get on a teachers good side.
Phoenix is more of a friend person though. His most treasured friends know him as a sweet boy.
He is very nice to them.

Phoenix is also the smarter of the two. Well, at least, that is what the marks say.
He tried harder in classes. He doesn't know what he wants to be when he gets out of school, but something.
He worries about his future and is still fighting as to what to be.

Sample RP:
Phoenix stood just at the shore of the lake. He was standing there for a long time now.
He had been thinking about his past.
When he is alone, he tends to do that.
No one was around, so he just stood there, his hands sitting comfortable in his pockets, his black jacket zipped up halfway, the bottom of his jeans just sitting on top of the damp grass below him.
He sighed, and a puff of his breath appeared. He just watched it leave him.
He blinked, and it had disappeared.

He looked over at the tree behind him and decided to sit down. He has been standing way too long.
He turned around slowly and edged his way over to the tree.
He wondered what his sister was doing.

He began to play a song in his head.
He liked music.
You could say he was obsessed with it.

He began to bob his head. He didn't even think of how stupid he looked.
Well, he was good at imagining things in his head.

When he stopped, he remembered that he was supposed to go out with some of his buddies.
Hang out in the room of requirement with some ladies.
He smirked and stood up and looked down at what he was wearing. Still smirking, he straightened out his clothes and headed to his next destination.

Must be Sournois