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[unitydruce]

First Name:
Unity
Last Name:
Druce
Age:
15
Appearance:


History:
Unity was born in England,Yorkshire.
She lived in a small village with her mother, Lesley Druce, learning simple magic and basic French.
She grew up without a father until her mother fell ill and eventually passed away.
Her father, Gregory Druce was contacted in France after Lesley's death. This resulted in Unity having to move to France and live with the man who had been absent all her life.
Her twin sister,Soleil, refused to move and attends a muggle school in England whereas Unity wanted to further her magical abilities in France.
Unity never managed to get close to the father that had been absent in her childhood. He spends most of his time in his study leaving Unity to do whatever she wants.
She still keeps in contact with Soleil but very rarely.

Personality:
Unity is a generally happy person.
She can be difficult at times and kick up a fuss.
She's full of life and never likes to be still for longer then a minute.
This can cause trouble with her attention span during classes but when her mind is set to something she will complete it to the best of her ability.
She loves making friends and never likes to be alone as this leaves her with her thoughts which can sometimes be overly exxagerated of the future.

Sample RP:
Unity rolled out of the bed with a light thud on the floor. Another day of lessons meant another day of trouble. The room was blurred as she opened her eyes, the colours blending in to each other.

Using the bed as support, Unity managed to stand up. She ran a hand through her hair and blinked several times, trying to get rid of whatever obscured her eyesight. She groaned when the sunlight hit her eyes which she immediately covered with her hand.

Her uniform was scattered across the floor, much to the dismay of the students that shared the dorm with her. Slowly she began picking it up and dressed. The rest of the girls would have been up at least an hour ago and ready for the first lesson.

"Oh man!" Unity shouted when she realised the time. She picked up her bag and ran through the dorm, slamming the door shut as she went.

You need to change your name in your profile. Also the writing in the History and Personality section is weird. It's also as if you hit enter after every sentence. Please put those in paragraph form, it makes me hard to read the way you did it. Thanks.

[missimperfect]

First Name:Erinina
Last Name: McKenny
Age: 11
Appearance:

History: Erinina was a joy to everyone when she was young. Her cheerful and peppy personality influenced many people around her. She loved to be around her friends, but had almost no relationship with her parents. Her parents fight all the time and she tries to stay back but can never stop watching them. Yes, it scared Erinina, but she needed to know what happened. She didn't really talk to her parents much. Dinners were silent, she spent a lot of time in her room, all alone, but sometimes with her friends.

Personality: Erinina is normally always happy and cheerful. She has a sharp memory and her senses are strong. She has generally good judgmeny. she is sporty and adventure seeking. You can always find her where she isn't supposed to be. She is spontanious and her teachers always knew her as a drama queen. Her parents also say she is dramatic. Erinina can eat a lot of candy and get in huge sugar rushes.

Sample RP: Erinina finished making her brightly- colored bed and walked downstairs. "Going out back, Mom." She walked ouside with her favorite book, a blanket and a jacket. She lied the blanket on the ground, set down her jacket, and opened her book to where she was currently reading. Once she was in a comfortable position on the blanket, she tried to read, but the warmth of the sun on her light copper skin was distracting. She tucked away the book a just lied there.

Before she could even notice, she was drifting into a sleep on the ground. The sound of the outdoors calmed her senses and she drifted into a deep sleep. Erinina had the weirdest dream she could imagine. She was in the water of the ocean, struggling to keep her head above water. She was awakened by herself and wondered what it all meant. She began to meditate to fall back asleep. The warmth on her skin once again soothed her senses, and she drifted into another sleep. This time, dreamlessly.

Awhile later, Erinina was awakened by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. How long had it been since she had fallen asleep? It had to have been a few hours. She slowely got up and picked up her belongings. As she staggered to the door, blinded from the sunlight, she tripped and her things went flying every which way. She ran around the yard as quickely as it was physically possible after recovering from sleep. Erinina got everything she had dropped and walked back inside, more carefully this time.

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[dizzyizzy43]

First Name: Cassiel
Last Name: Darkmoon
Age:16
Appearance:

History: Cassiel Morganna Darkmoon was born to Charlene Wybeller-Darkmoon and Richard Darkmoon on May 3rd, 1991. Her father, constantly commuting from Columbia to China, had never taken much interest in his muggle-born daughter. Cassiel, sadly, had never spoken to her father, as he died in a plane crash while coming home to America. With great grief, Cassiel's mother shipped Cassiel to an orphanage, where she was adopted by Ajalene Darkmoon, a distant, unknown relative.

Personality: No matter how hard she tries, Cassiel's wished A's to impress her father's sister have always been B's. Her aunt, firm and stern, disapproves of her daughter, for she had always a slight tendency to curse her brother from time to time, for marrying a witch. "If you really are a witch descendant, then clean the parlor; it's filthy!" Aunt Ajalene would scream everytime Cassiel brought up the subject. Besides that, she's the exact opposite of her aunt; world-lover, down-to-earth, and totally bubbly. A bit of an airhead, but Aunt Ajalene [unfortunately] is able to slap her brain into place.

Sample RP: Cassiel was in the attic, sitting on her sleeping bag and turning the pages of 'Transylvanian Troubles,' written by Dr. Acula Magee. It was her absolute most favorite book, her only book, to be precise. Aunt Ajalene's St. Bernard, Bruntford, stared sloppily at his mistress's unwelcome niece. "Brunty," Cassiel whispered earthily. Cassiel jumped; it appeared that the dog had almost hissed. Weird. Suddenly, her aunt burst in. "A letter for you," she muttered. "Who in the right mind would write to you?" She flung the letter into the dry hands of Cassiel, who ripped it open. It could be her mother, coming to get her. But it was glossy blue, and knowing her mother could never afford this, her heart dropped. "Dearest to Ms. Cassiel Morganna Darkmoon," the letter read. "Good evening-" ("Scammers," Aunt Ajalene muttered, "kidnappers.") "-and a good day to you to, Mrs. Darkmoon. I, the headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy, give you the heariest welcome to our academy to you. You have been accepted into Beauxbatons Academy. Signed-" There was a sloppy scribble at the bottom,and untraceable signature- "-Headmistress of the School. P.S. Attached is your school list. You will get all your equipment at Diagon Alley. Please flip to page 3 for map." Aunt Ajalene snatched the letter out of Cassiel's hands after she had looked up. She read it over and over. "If it gets you out of the house," she muttered. "You're going."

I edited it!!!

Must be Cossu

[demyx]

First Name: Demyx

Last Name: Ryder

Age: 17

Appearance:

Let's start with the hair. Demyx has mid-length, dark-brown hair thats always styled and brushed down. It was a domineering trait in his family, most of his family being brunettes or dirty blondes. There were a few people with black hair too. He doesn't fuss around with it too often, but you could never get him to cut it. He hates himself with short hair, he wont do it.

Demyx has bright green eyes, that can sometimes be considered as Hazel, because they can look brown or olive in some light. He's fought with his friends alot because he said they were pure emerald and his friends and family say otherwise. So, he just goes with green. His eyes are what enchant people to him, and it's how he gets whoever he wants.

What can I say about the rest of his face? He has what girls call "a cute button nose" and a really charming smile. That's another thing that lures both genders to him, is his smile. He's got naturally sharp k9's, but now that he's a wolf, even sharper. He has a defined jaw line, especially when he's smiling, seeing as how he gets small dimples when he smiles.

Lets get to his style, which varies. From his teenage years, he was rebellious, and loved the punk scene. So, sometimes you'll see him in just faded jeans and some kind of sleeveless band shirt, but then you could see him in casual wear. He has a lot of different clothes. His favorite thing to wear is his faded, ripped jeans with any shirt, but his red leather jacket over it. He calls it his daredevil jacket. His shoes arent anything special really, he just likes wearing comfortable tennis shoes, or combat boots if his apparel requires it.

As for piercings, tattoo's, ect. Yes, he has his ear peirced, but that's all. He never got into the piercings. He used to have a lip piercing, but he took it out and lost it, therefor his lip hole grew over. He has a couple tattoos, 2 to be exact. The first one is on his back, a pair of black angel wings that stretch from each shoulderblade. The other is on his arm, which he got after he became a wolf. It's the moon, with the same of a wolf howling intented in it. You could say he liked being a wolf.

As you can see, he's a charming and handsome guy, and if he uses everything above, he could get anything and anybody he wants.

History:

It all started with a doctor repeating, "Breathe, breathe, breathe!"

Nah, we wont go that far back, but he was born on August 25, 1988, in Venice, Italy. That makes him 19 years old today. From the day he was born, he had a brother, which was 1 minute older than him. Of course, that meant they were twins. From that day on, he was in his brother's shadow. It was the typical twin dilemma.

When he was a toddler, he loved to run around and get into things, along with his brother. They were the twins of doom going around the house messing everything up. They were close until they were teenagers. That's when Demyx got tired of being in his brother shadow. His brother started doing really good in school during Hogwarts and he was top of his class and everything. It made him sick to his stomach.

From then on he started hanging out with a new group of people, instead of his brothers dorky friends. They were punks, the new group of friends. They listened to bands like Greenday, Blink 182, and other punk rock bands. They were the cool guys of the school, but didn't really consider them that way. They were just five friends hanging out together, and after a while Demyx was their leader, having become pure punky.

During later years of the italian magic academy is where it got really bad, and where his grade dropped a bit and he got in trouble alot. His regular classroom was the detention room. He maintained a B average though. After while, he got really rebellious during the summer breaks. He started smoking during the summer and got in trouble for that, and then to really piss off his parents, especially his dad, he let them catch him having sex...with a guy. He'd had sex before but this time he let his parents walk in on him. That really made his dad mad when he seen it was a guy in the bed. It was all a plan, but from then he liked guys, becoming Pansexual, liking who he liked and thats all, no labeling.

He's now attending Beauxbatons Academy, having had moved after his father got a new job.

Personality:

Demyx is just your average nineteen year old boy that loves sports, but with a twist; he's a wolf. He's a pretty nice guy. He hates to let others down, always trying to impress someone. it doesn't always work, but he tries, mainly to impress his ex from back in his earlier teenage years. But even the nicest guy has outbursts of anger once in a while.

Even though Demyx a nice guy and everything, he can have a temper when called upon. Say his friend is getting pushed around by another person, that other person better watch themselves or they'll find themselves pounded into the ground. He's very protective of his friends or his current girlfriend/boyfriend. He wont let anyone harm them, and if you hit on the girl/guy he's with, he can get majorly jealous and overprotective. Especially if their making fun of them or trying to hurt them, then they'd find themselves on the recieving end of his fist.

Demyx is also very patient and giving. He likes pleasing people and helping them out. His patience makes him a good listener, and well, patient. It was a useful skill when he had to deal with his ex, Paris, when he had his mood swings. He'd just sit there and take it all in until Paris finally stopped, then he'd be there for her. Those where the good old days, back before he messed everything up.

Even though he's pretty patient, he can also get easily annoyed. Now with his friends, he's very patient and cool, but if there's people he doesn't like, say depressing or lazy procrastinators, he can be easily irritated by something they say or do. He doesn't have a high tolerance for people that he has no liking for. For example, one time he was talking to this guy, thinking he was pretty cool. Little did he know he was a cutter. He saw the cuts on his wrists and other things that he did to try to end everything. Demyx saw that as cowardly and trying to take the easy way out of life. You can bet he never really talked to that guy again, at least not until he got better.

Lets get past most of the good, and get to the bad. See, he's really stubborn at times, which ties in with his Zodiac Sign, the Leo. For example, when he has an opinion about something, and he chooses to go by it, you cannot get him to change it. Maybe under extreme persuasion, but thats his area of expertise so it's not likely. Once he's chosen a side, he will stay loyal to that side until someone actually proves him wrong. But in the back of his mind, when that happens, his opinion will stay far in his mind until he decides to unleash it yet again.

Rebellious; Now this can be a good and bad thing. Back when he was a teenager, or even a pre-teen, he'd always been rebellious, trying to get out of the shadow of his older brother, Sam. At first, he just did it as an act, but the rebellion overcame him and he stayed that way. Back in his teen's is when it was worse. He'd dress like a punk, listen to bands like greenday, Blink 182, and other music that would drive his parents crazy, but that's why he did it. He'd go out partying and having sex without his parents knowing, but one time he made sure they found out, and especially to piss his father off, it was with a guy. Oooh did that get him in trouble, but he had to admit that it was fun so from then on, his was Bi, or even Pansexual. He just likes who he likes. If you got on his good side, it didn't matter what gender you were.

Sample RP: [ from a hogwarts site. Werewolf ]

Demyx looked at her as she stared him back in the eye. He could read people like a book. She thought he was out of it, didn't she? He sat up more and took back his hand, fixing the ring that was on his middle finger, a Hogwarts class ring, with his birthstone, a peridot green stone. That was the birthstone for August.

"What's a silvermoon castle?", he asked.

It wasn't unnatural that he wouldn't know about the pack. He wasn't from the pack. He was just out of school not too long ago and he was on his own. Nobody interacted with him except party friends and the people that stayed after the party--in his bedroom. His green eyes looked over at her again, hsi eyes shifting around as he tried to remember, as if he was reading a book of his memories.

"I...took a potion, before I turned. I went into a big forest, and was looking over a ledge, looking at a town. Then I heard something in the bushes and thats when the wolf attacked me. I know I killed it, but then thats all I remember.", he told her, not even remembering when he rolled down the hill and passed out. He surely didn't remember Max, from that incident. But he swore he knew her from somewhere else.

Nice application. Though the RP sample isn't supposed to be from another site, I'll let it slide because its still from Demyx.

Must be Sournois

[autumn]

First Name: Zoey

Last Name: Autumn

Age: 11

Appearance:


History: Born on November 15, Zoey grew up with her mom and dad. She was an only child. Her life is a happy one. Her proud mom and dad are at home, eager for her to come home and tell them how her year was in person.
They already sent her two letters.
Zoey learned to walk when she was 1 and a half, and bike when she was four. She learned to count to ten before she went into a day care. She must have been 2. She doesn't really remember, but that is what her parents claim.
Zoey thinks she must have been at least 3. At Least.
2 is just insane.
At least, that is what she thinks.

Her parents believe she is the girl genius.
She is 1/4 fairy, and 3/4 witch. Her dad was half fairy, and she had just recently found that out.
She is still trying to find out how to be a fairy, hoping she had wings, glitter, whatever a fairy has. She has read many books about them.

Personality: Zoey is a very eager girl. She likes to learn things. Her dad has recently taught her how to make glitter from her hands.
Her father called them pixie dust.
Why, she doesn't know. She calls it fairy dust. What it is for, she hasn't discovered it yet.
She hopes to test it on some friends that she will make here.
Hopefully she makes lots of friends.
She loves to read books, and try things. She wants to try everything once.
She wants to bungee jump, sky dive, repel.
Of course, her parents don't let her. They make her read books.
She is fine with that, just that she would like to do other things too. Hopefully, here, now that her parents are not here to make her read books all the time, she will do somethings even more productive.

Sample RP:
Zoey stood at the door while her parents were scrambling around the house, trying to get all her things all together.
They have done this last night, and she has a feeling that they were doing that all night. They did look awfully tired.
She sighed and rested her head on the side of the open entrance and gazed up at the patchy sky for horses. Her letter from Madame Maxime has stated that flying white horses will be bringing her to her new school.
She had never ridden a horse before.
Even though the letter says just horses, Zoey assumed there would be a carriage.
When her mom seemed to call out, she spun around. She had found one of her dresses that Zoey had hidden so well. Her face scrunched up. Now that would be put in her trunk.
It was an ugly thing. It had pink laces all over the place, and the dress was red. She hated it with all her heart. She vowed to never wear it and to throw it out at Beauxbatons.
She would just tell her mom that it was stolen.
She'd believe that. Her mom thinks every girl wants such a dress.
When her mom said she should put it on now, her eyes widened and her head scrambled for an excuse.
"Look, mum.." She started, freaking out in her head. "Its.. Its dirty! Look at it mummy!" Everything worked when she called her mommy.
Her mom looked down at the dress and agreed, even though there was not a spot on it.
Perhaps it didn't smell as good as it should.
Zoe has no idea how mothers think, and she wouldn't like to find out any time soon.
She sighed and relaxed, and turned back to look outside. She noticed a spot in the sky.
"Guys.." She said to her parents. She said nothing and pointed at the sky. Her dad squinted and her mom noticed. Telling him he needs glasses, the carriage came closer.
It was time to leave.
Her parents apparently noticed that too for they both grabbed and hugged her tightly. Her dad went back to get her truck, which was heavy with books, and began to drag it out.
Mum, rolling her eyes, cast a spell and levitated it out. Dad picked Zoey up and packed her to the carriage.
Zoey, laughing happily, hugged him tightly.
When he put her down, she sighed, and smiled at them. She wont be seeing them until Christmas.
"I'll miss you guys.." She said, and therefore turned on the spot and entered the carriage.
She stared at her parents waving at her as she was off toward the sky.

Must be Cossu

[shuddup]

First Name: Merydia-Chantal
Last Name: Desrosiers
Age: 15
Appearance:

Merydia-Chantal is petite. She's slim, but not too much. She's kind of short, which she hates, but she deals with it. She has long, sandy brown hair that looks blonde sometimes. No one can tell if her eyes are hazel or green. It's hard to determine. Her dressing style is very Muggle and preppy. She loves designers like Hollister and Nordstrom.

History: Merydia-Chantal Jean Desrosiers was born to Jean and David Desrosiers on 12 June in a town near Paris. Both of her parents are Muggles. Mery was a pretty normal girl for the first few years of her life. She went to school where she was involved in many activities, cheerleading and dance being her favorite. She played with her friends and her older brother, Aurin, and her sister, Victoire, although Aurin was a bit darker than she and her sister.
Knowing nothing about the powers she possessed, Mery was pretty surprised when she accidently set another girl's clothes on fire from glaring at her. It was about a year after that when she learned that she was a witch. Now, here she stands, a single student at Beauxbatons.

Personality: In general, Mery is random. Her thoughts come to her in tangents, which may make her come off a bit scatter-brained. She posesses an attention span of aproximately .3651 seconds. She loves to randomly burst out into song out of nowhere, despite what others think. Mery's a pretty kind girl, unless you anger her. Especially as an infant, she liked to get into things that she know she wasn't supposed to.

Sample RP:"What d'you want, Mery!?" Merydia stared back at her older sister's face. She had only just learned how to use the floo network so that she could transport only her head back to her's family's fireplace. She was now looking into the annoyed face of her older sister, Victoire. Behind Victoire Merydia could see their large living room.

"Is mum there?", she said.

"No, she's at work."

Merydia sighed disgustedly. "Well can you do me a favor?"

"What?"

"Can you go find my chapstick?"

Victoire sighed, "No, Mery."

"But my lips hurt real bad!" Merydia spoke in a whiny voice and made a face like the world was at it's end.

"Just go to the Hospital Wing. I'm sure that woman has like twelve sticks in her drawer."

Merydia looked as if this was the most digusting thing she'd ever been told to do. "I'm not using hers you sicko!" At this Victoire rolled her eyes and left the room. Merydia then felt a tap on her shoulder. She pulled her head from the fire to see who had tapped her. It was another girl from her year.

"What's wrong?", asked the girl.

Merydia stood up from where she was crouching and began to storm away. "My sister's a flippin' idiot!"

Must be Cossu

[rachelrae]

First Name:Rachel-Rae

Last Name: Vickers

Age: 12

Appearance:

History: Rae grew up in Porto, Portugal. Her dad left her and her mother when she was found pregnant, and so Rachel and her mother lived together.
Her mother has made many attempts to find her a step father, but she always scared them off with something crazy.
She didn't want a dad. She just wanted her and her mom.
If dads left, then she didn't want one.

Rachel-Rae is part elf. Her mom is a pure blood.
Do elves leave their daughters?
Well, if she were ever to have a step father, she would want him to be an elf, so he can teacher her how to be one herself.
She would be fine with that as long as he is not her real dad. She knows nothing about him, yet hates him.
She does not know if he is alive, or roaming. For all she knew, he could be living right next door.

One time, when she was younger, she got into a fight. The other little boy knew nothing of what to do, and Rachel has no idea why she fought him. She just did.
She was really young, and the teachers blamed her mother for such a fight.

Rachel can be so violent some times..

Personality: Rachel is the kind of girl who played with Barbie's to to rip them apart.
She likes to rip them apart.
That is a part of the reasons as to how she scared her so called step fathers away. She would steal dolls from the store and put them in her parents bed. Her mom would always have a nice laugh at that, but the men were so freaked out.

Sometimes her mother agrees with her. Some of those idiot heads needs to be scared off.
They were idiots, after all.
Rachel hates little girls who are all cute and pretty all the time.
Pink is her least favorite color, and black is her most. She makes friends easily if they aren't cutesy, and she is a good friend too, but also a great enemy.

Sample RP:
[incomplete. I'll finish next time I'm on..]

[asahria ryek']

First Name: Asahria

Last Name: Ryek

Age: 11

Appearance:


History: Asahria was born on the 23 of August to two muggle born parents. She lead a very happy life in her first years before Beuxbatons. Being born to muggle parents she grew in the muggle life-style and she can't say she wasn't happy with it. Asahria was praised by her teachers for her quick wit and outstanding excellence in the classroom.

Though she excelled in the classroom she grew into the leadership personality, taking interest in all camps and leadership activities available to her. She was a fairly social child having a set group of tight friends and those she had met on her conference trips.

Asahria never spent much time at home between her camps but she did enjoy the time with her family. She spent all her spare time reading and learning, her motto: What is life when there is nothing left to learn.

She was overjoyed when she received her invitation to the school and though it took her parents a while to overcome the whole magic issue they were happy to let her fulfill her wish.

Personality: Asahria is fairly outgoing always looking for new friends and companions. She has a sweet timid personality to her, there is hardly a mean streak in her. It is not good to take to her bad side though for she can be fairly unjust to those who act against her and she does have temper changes.

Schoolwork is a priority for her, but she would much rather spend the time reading, hanging out with friends, or looking for some adventure. She is quite outspoken and is not one to keep her thoughts to herself. If she has something to say more than likely it will be said.

Sample RP:
She wrapped her thin jacker tighter around her waist as she waited for her parents to pull the car into the front drive, goodness was it cold outside. She pursed her lips lightly as she let her eyes wander down the drive in which her home took residence. She was slightly nervous; this was the last time she would see her parents till Christmas. That just wasn't a very comforting thought, of course she could use letters to keep in touch but it wasn't quite the same.

From the corner of her eye Asahria saw her dad's little blue eclipse and she forced a smile as he waved to her. She grabbed her trunk and the cage pertaining her owl. As the trunk lid opened she hefted her trunk inside, it seemed oddly light, what if she had not packed enough. This whole situation was making her nervous.

She let the trunk close and she carried the cage along side as she settled herself inside. She exhaled deeply and slammed the door behind her. Rubbing her fingers together to gather the warmth she turned to her dad.

Daddy, I'm nervous.

Must be Rouerie

[brayanteastwood]

First Name: Brayant
Last Name: Westwood
Age: 16
Appearance:


History:
Brayant was born into a wealthy family, and got everything he wanted all the time. He could have owned a Ferrari, he could have had a huge house, he had all doors open for him. The thing was, he didn't want them. He didn't want any of the glitz or glamor. He soon started to rebel.

It took him a while, but he formed a plan. It first went into action during an important party which his mother was hosting. It was an exclusive black-tie affair, and all of his younger sisters were ecstatic, and their father just went along with the whole thing. On the night of the party, important business men and their wives, investment bankers, and actors and actresses were ringing his doorbell and were chatting on his porch. It was time for him to make his entrance. Everyone stared at him. Not because he was handsome, but because he was wearing old ripped jeans and a ragedy old tee shirt.

He kept on annoying his parents at every chance he got.
The only time he regretted it was when he saw his sisters. They never disobeyed their mother. Brayant almost decided to go back to the way he was when his oldest sister started dressing in black and wearing a lot of dark make-up.

Every year, his family went to Paris, France during the summer and stayed with some relatives. This year, he decided that he would stay in France permanently. He soon found out that his aunt and uncle weren't exactly what they were assumed to be. In a couple of weeks, he got his letter.

At first, he had no clue what it meant, but his uncle soon sat him down, and told him something that would change his life:
They were both wizards.

Personality: Brayant is not very trusting, you have to get very close to him to gain his trust. If you are his friend, then he is the most understanding person in the world, with advise on everything, from homework, to a love life. He loves to read and write, and he puts all of his thoughts in journal.

He is not too smart, but he's a very deep thinker. A lot of times, this thinking is related to some sneaky plan that he is planning. He has never spent any time dealing with art, or anything that had to do with culture, thinking that it was something only stuck up people would like.

He doesn't like people who think that they are better than everyone, who are rebels without a cause (though he sometimes is..), and players and playerettes. He hates it when people manipulate other peoples' emotions for their own fun.

Sample RP:
Brayant sat down. He knew something big was about to happen. Uncle John sat down in a large cushioned chair in front of him. Brayant loved the way his aunt and uncle's house was quaint and charming, with a homey feel to it. This is the life he wanted. Not some big house that felt eerie and dark.

Uncle John furrowed his brow and sighed.
"Well... I want to explain something to you, but I don't know how to start." He sighed again, but this time in frustration.

"The letter." Brayant said curtly. "I saw it. What is it?"

"Yes. The letter. Brayant, you are a teenager now, I knew this would happen soon. All of your father's friends say that you take after me." He chuckled.

Brayant gave him the "getting off subject" look.

"Have you ever done anything that you couldn't explain? Something that you didn't mean to do?"
He questioned.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Brayant asked impatiently.

*********

The rest happened in a blur. Brayant walked to his room. His whole entire life had just changed in those couple of minutes. He knew that he was different from other guys his age, but, a wizard? A wizard. When he thought of a wizard, he thought of "abra kadabra" and Merlin. A teenage wizard was just to weird to be true.
And it was him... It was just too weird.
But then, he sparked an idea...
He would be careful, and responsible, but the pranks. Endless pranks. Then another thought hit him. This time, with such an impact that he had to lean on a wall.
The letter he got, the letter he was wondering about. It was for a school.. Beaux-whatever. It was a school for witches and wizards. Wizards, like him. He was going to a new school in less than 2 weeks.
Everything would change.

Must be Rouerie

[summerfaye]

First Name: Morgan Rose
Last Name: Matthews
Age: 16
Appearance: Morgan is a light, tan-skinned girl with long, naturally straight, chocolate brown hair. Her eyes are big and a clear, bright blue, twinkling when she is happy. Her face is heart-shaped, delicate looking. She’s slender, stands at 5'4 and is light for her weight.

History: Morgan Rose Matthews was born on December 31, 1991 in New York, New York. When she was a 8 months old, her parents gave her up [still unknown who they were and why], leaving her at an orphanage in northern France when they traveled there. A letter was clipped to her light blue blanket, noting her name, where she was born, and additional information about her.

When she was 6 years old, she was adopted by Gabe and Michelle Matthews, an American family that lived in France. They wanted to find a sister were their young daughter Alyson. The Matthews didn't realize how different Morgan was until one day in kindergarden when a doll house mysteriously fell from a tall shelf and safely appeared with Morgan, playing with it. The Matthews tried to discover the cause, bringing Morgan to a pschologist. They realized that they had to keep Morgans gift a secret.

A few years later, on Morgans birthday, a letter arrived in the mail, an invitation to Beauxabtons Academy of Magic. At first, Gabe thought it was some kind of crazy school for 'gifted' children but Michelle convinced him that it was a way to let Morgan control her gift. Afterwards, Morgan was off to Beauxbatons.


Personality: Morgan is an outgoing girl who likes to say what she thinks. She is a bit of a dramatic romantic since she has a wild imagination. Morgan adores reading books, especially on 'supernatural' themes. She can be easily interested and is intelligent and clever. Morgan can be brave at times but is easily distracted. She loves to be around people with a hate for loneliness and has a sense of humor.

Sample RP: Morgan stared into the darkness of the woods that stood near her home. It was raining hard that day and she could've sworn she had heard something while she worked on her endless homework assignment. A gruff, growling sound. Maybe it's just my imagination she thought. Morgan turned back to face the house, webs of leaves covering part of her view from inside the woods. Her foster parents weren't home yet but it was getting a bit lonely and the silence in the house didn't help much. That is, until she heard the noise.

Morgan sighed and started to walk back to the house, hearing the rasping sound once more. This time, it wasn't her imagination. She looked back. A twig cracked. She froze until she heard another noise. Something moving...toward her. Before she knew it, Morgan began to run senselessly. Running deeper into the woods, the footsteps were becoming louder, faster. She hadn't been paying attention and tripped on a tree branch rooting through the ground. Morgan held her breath, her ankle throbbing with pain and waiting for what was coming her way.

Must be Rouerie

[deatheater]

First Name: Matthew
Last Name: Bremer
Age: 15
Appearence: www.finalfantasyworld.co.uk/khextreme/kh2/images/artwork/KH2_Artwork_Sora2.jpg
No good at coming up with appearences. So he looks like Sora, except he dosent wear the clothes in the picture

History: Matt was born to a regular family, nothing special about them(Except for the fact that they were a family of wizards). He dreamed of becoming a wizard from the day he could talk. One fateful day, though, his parents were both killed in a train accident. Since then, Matt hasnt been the same. He still dreams of being a great wizard, and thus studies very hard. He dosent have many friends either, and though he dosent show it, he really hates that.

Personality: He isnt too friendly anymore, can be slightly snobby, and likes to look down on most people. He's also slightly pessimistic. He can come off as a snobby nerd. Thats partly why not a lot of people like him. He also shows a strange interest in Death Eaters. His favorite stories contain Death Eaters. Some people are creeped out by this, thinking he actually wants to be one, but Matt really dosent, he thinks they're horrible. Matt hates people who think they're better then him. This is because he likes to feel superior to everyone else. He hates people are annoying, and if it wasnt a rule, would probably blast them with some sort of spell to make them shut up. He hates annoying people THAT MUCH. He also hates it when too many people pay attention to him for some reason.

Sample RP: Matt was asked to get up in front of the class(I dont know which) and preform a spell he had tought himself. He shrugged to the Teacher and said, "Its nothing but a simple Patronus, but, whatever." He raised his wand and said boredly, "Expecto Patronum." A silver dragon flew out of the end of his wand and flew around the room. Some kids looked like they wanted to beat him up for being a show-off, but others looked genuinely impressed. After a short time, the Patronus faded, and Matt sat back down and buried his face in his Textbook. He ignored the applause that some of the students and the teacher were giving him. He really hated attention so he just drowned it out and read some of the Textbook. He could faintly hear some of the other kids whispering about him being a nerd. His mouth turned from a confident smirk to a frown. He muttered to himself quietly so as not to disturb the class. After the class was over, a couple of kids decided to try and make him 'pay' for being a showoff, and tried to hit him with some Jinxes. Matt dodged the jinxes that were flying at him, and haxd to resist the urge not to draw his wand and fight back. He took off down the hall, ducking his head every time a jinx got too close, and tried to make it to where a teacher was. For some reason though, the halls were completely empty; and he realized why. It was time for lunch, and everyone was eating! Not to mention, he was running AWAY from the dining room, not towards it! He stopped running and turned. The pair of bullies who were chasing him were blocking his way, since they were kind of overweight, there wasnt really any way to get past them. The two bullies were about to fire a jinx when suddenly Matt whipped out his wand and hit them with a spell that made them freeze solid. Panicking, Matt stuffed his wand into his pocket and dashed toward the dining room. Once he was close to it, he made himself look calmer then he really was and stroll in. He hoped he wouldnt get caught.

Work on your RP please. Make it a couple paragraphs at least.

[insaaniti]

First Name: Allison, but she prefers to be called Alli.
Last Name: Sourire.
Age: Sixteen.
Appearance:



History:

Alli grew up being a spoiled little b*tch, and she always will be. She's lived her whole life getting everything she wants, and she's hella proud of it, too. Her parents own this really famous chain of fashion stores called Sourire [family last name], but of course when people find out that's her last name they ask for free stuff. Losers. It's also not exactly a very common last name, so she can't play it off...I mean really, how many people have last name that means 'to smile'? Not many. Hell, Alli's not even sure how the family got the last name. Whatever. That's why she wanted a name change, but her parents said she wouldn't get her inheritance if she changed her name, so that didn't exactly work out.

All her life she grew up in America, but around the age of twelve to thirteen when she was just starting public high school, her mother wanted the family to move to France. Thank god she had been taking french back in America. Well, she was kind of forced to take french since she has a french background, as you can see by her last name. Her parents raised her to care about appearances, so she always had to look good. Thankfully her parents could afford all of the expensive makeup she desired, or there would be quite a hissy fit. However, on her sweet sixteen [in which she got a brand new hot red convertible], she got her letter to come to Beauxbatons. Now, this was news to her, she didn't even know witches and wizards existed. But apparently this was the whole reason why her mother wanted to move to France, because Alli's mother was a witch and went to Beauxbatons, and the family needed to be here when Alli got her letter. Her father had absolutely no idea, and he still doesn't. He thinks she's at some stupid boarding school. Hah.

The weird thing was, however, the day before her sweet sixteen, for the first time in her life Alli had gotten a vision. She saw her letter coming, she saw an owl dropping it in her mailbox, but she just thought she was daydreaming or something. Guess not. Ever since then, Alli has been getting visions, and with a lot of research she finally realized that she was a Seer. Yay. :]

Personality:

Alli can either super nice or super mean. It all just depends if she likes you or not. At first glance, she appears to be a b*tch, and she is to be honest. As far as her liking people goes, at first she hates you and you have to gain her respect. However, once you're friends with her, she's the sweetest girl you could ask for. She loves cute things like hello kitty and gloomy bear, and basically anything that makes her smile. But she'll keep that to herself for the time being. And although her family has appearances to uphold, she still does all of the "bad" stuff. Her family just doesn't know about it.

Another thing people don't know about her is that she's really smart. Like, really really smart. Her memory is spectacular, and she adores reading/writing. Things like school smarts just come natural to her [even math and science], and being a seer only made her intelligence better. If anyone knew that she liked reading/writing though, her reputation would be ruined. Well, at least she thinks so. Her ego is the size of the sun, swear to God. Writing poetry is a passion, and she enjoys photography as well. Just something she got into the habit of doing a long time ago. Also, Alli isn't exactly a girly girl. She plays electric guitar and various sports, so do not underestimate her, even if she wears heels.

Although her daddy gives her money any time she wants it, she can't help but dislike him a bit. Since she's always been this perfect student who's beautiful and popular, she's played right into his expectations. Now he expects that from now on, and he gets quite angry if she doesn't keep following by it. Honestly, Alli doesn't know what to do, so hopefully some time away from him will help their relationship. Hopefully.

Sample RP:

Her last day as a wee little fifteen year old, and Alli couldn't wait for her gigantic party tomorrow at the Disney Park in France. Yeah, that's right, her parents decided to rent the whole park for the day for her party, and they were going to pay for everyone to be flown in. Sweeeet. This was going to be the best sweet sixteen ever. Even some news reporters were coming, not that it was any surprise. Closing her eyes, dreaming of tomorrow, something flashed before her eyes. It was an odd scene, it looked like it was during the middle of the night, except it was only 9:3O, there was still a little light out. It was the front of her house, and there was something flying...

Wait, is that an owl? Nah, it couldn't be, there aren't any owls in France, right? Right. But it did awfully look like one...And was was that in its beak? A letter? Had to be, the envelope had just been dropped in the mailbox. Wait, no, don't go! The bird's flying away! Suddenly Alli opened her eyes, a tad dazed. "Whoa..." she whispered to herself, wondering what the hell that was. It was probably just her imagination. Yes, her imagination, that must be it, maybe she was just over excited for her party.


As the rules state you may not use famous names or their history. FYI, Walt Disney has no great or great great grandchildren with the last name Disney, he had only daughters. You may keep the last name, since it's fairly common, but you can not say you are in any way related to Walt Disney. Once that is changed we can sort you.

Woops, sorry. I edited my application and name. :]

Must be Sournois

[gothiccat]

First Name: Ember
Last Name: Sparks
Age: 14
Appearance: Ember has long almost ice blue hair, this is her natural color, she has medium-brown eyes and lightly tanned skin, almost as if she had spent a few hours every day lying in the sun. She's rather tall for her age. She likes to wear ankle boots, which don't really add to her hight.

History: Ember's mother is a muggle and her dad is a wizard, and she's an only child, so it came as a shock to her mom and her side of the family when Ember first did magic. Her mom has dark, medium-long, mahogany brown hair, and hazel eyes. Her mom, like Ember is tall and her facial appearance resembles Ember's. Ember's father has the same hair color as Ember, but his is shorter (obviously). Her dad has piercing, ice blue eyes. He is tall, like most everybody in their family. Other than the facial appearance he is a bit more like Ember (minus the obvious things). He also went to Beaxbatons when he was younger.

Personality: Ember is more of a tomboy and she doesn't care what other people think of that. She enjoys drawing as well as music, she enjoys to play an instrument more than sing, even though she sings well. She likes to read and write and writes quite a bit. She's a a bit shy and she doesn't talk all that much, but once she gets to know people she's much more social. She likes to eat healthy but shes not a huge health nut so she will eat snack food here and there but not in large amounts. She cleans when she's nervous. She loves to get her hands dirty and work on big projects. Shes been taught how to fly on a broom by her father and so she fairly good. She has a black and white rabbit named "Munchy" she named him this when she was five. She'll only eat candy between 9 am and 9 pm. She can't stand having anything on her lips so she hardly puts on makeup.

Sample RP: Ember awoke to an annoying radio station on her alarm clock."Since when do I listen to this?"she asked as she rolled over and hit the snooze button knocking the clock off it's table. She rolled back over to face her rabbit, "Morning Munchy." she said as she sat up. As she looked around her room she asked, "When did I clean my room?". She shrugged and got dressed. Ember ran down stairs and grabbed her toast. "MOM I'M GOING TO SCHOOL!" Ember yelled on her way out the door. "NOOO NOT AGAIN!!!!" As Ember reenters the house slamming the door behind her she walks into the kitchen. "Mom can you get me my broom?" Ember asks. " No you can't go to school." Her mom said while sipping her green tea. "Why not?" Ember asks with a confused look. Her father hands her a letter on lilac parchment and sealed with red wax. "What's this?" Ember asks. "Read it." her father says. Ember reads the letter. When she finishes she's speechless, she's going to an academy of magic.

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

[hesariopenn]

First Name: Hesario

Last Name: Penn

Age: 13

Appearance:

History: Hesario's mother died during birth, he was left to be brought up by his father, who frequently went to the pub, got drunk, came home then blamed all his life problems on Hesario. After a while, when Hesario was about 5, his father began to beat him violently, one time causing a near death result, when Hesario was 8, his father was put in prison, and he lived with his uncle, who was low on money. Although they still showed their pure blood pride. His Uncle is the only thing Hesario has.

Personality: Because Hesario was beaten violently as a child, this altered his personality to a kind of gruff attitude to people he didn't know. He doesn't take so easily to trusting friends, or people he knows, due to his family past. All that's left for him is his uncle, and he takes offence very easily. He would often get into fights. Although he shows pride in the fact he's Pure Blood, he does not care if anyone is Pure or not. He can usually be found angry, but likes peace and quiet.

Sample RP: Hesario sat in the common room listening to the Wizard Wireless. Smooth classical tunes played throughout the room. His surroundings bore no resemblance to any other rooms, he did not care to take notice of such things. A vein in his fore head twitched as he attempted to channel the anger that was surging through him for no apparent reason.

He heard a pecking on the window, and saw his grey owl at the window, a letter in it's beak. He abandoned his drink and comfy chair and opened the reading, taking the letter from the owl.

It was from his father. Threw the letter into the fire, now feeling even more angry, he returned to the vacant arm chair, and continued to listen to the soothing classical music, watching the fire burn the letter.

Must be Sournois

[thereis]

First Name:
Alice
Last Name:
Whittle
Age:
sixteen
Appearance:
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History:
When Alice was born in Switzerland, she wasn't Alice at all. The name that she was given was actually Sadie. She was born and abandoned at an orphanage run by nuns, where she grew up with girls that had also been unwanted by their parents. Even as a toddler, the only movie or story that "Sadie" was interested in hearing was the story of Alice in Wonderland. She admired Alice and often pretended that she was her, off in her own little Wonderland. When she began to talk and understand others around her, she refused to respond to Sadie. The only name that she was obey to was Alice and so the ladies of the orphanage decided that she would just be called Alice from that moment on.

The gental women that raised Alice, began to notice some unusual things about her the older she got. On several occasions they could not explain the things that were happening other than a pure "miracle". At the age of nine, Alice read the minds of one of her classmates and started an argument thinking that she had heard the girl speak her mind out loud. It was then that Alice realized she was developing the ability to read minds. Preposterous! was the only response she got from her mentors when she tried to explain things to them.

Finally when Alice was eleven, she recieved a letter from a school in nearby England that explained exactly what was wrong with her. The nuns argued with her and warned her that if she left, she would be unwelcome in the future if she should want to return. Alice took her chances, picturing the school to be her Wonderland she had always dreamed of. After a few years of attending school at Hogwarts as a Ravenclaw, one of her teachers pulled her aside after a lesson.

The two shared a discussion of Alice's ability to have premonitions and visions into others thoughts. Many personal issues were also addressed. Apparently, Alice was not making very many friends at Hogwarts as many looked down on her for her ability to pass classes with flying colors. It was settled. A new start in a new country just might set Alice right.
Personality:
Intelligent doesn't even begin to cover it. Alice is quick witted and never wastes time when there is work to be done or subjects to be covered. She is on top of her game when it comes to school and is very persistent no matter what the drive is.

Along with being incredibly smart, Alice is also pretty creative. She loves animals and likes to design things. Typically she draws sketches of scenes and of clothing that she designs inside of her head. Most of her clothing is inspired by the story of Alice in Wonderland. She is sweet but unafraid to say what she really feels.
Sample RP:
"Well excuse me for knowing that!" Alice snapped. She was sitting in the front row of her Charms class, eyeing one of her classmates with a glare even the devil couldn't pull off. She crossed her arms and sighed heavily as she heard the babbling response of the student. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. No Alice really wasn't listening to what the girl had to say, she had heard her thoughts five minutes before. She rolled her eyes before she heard the tiny squeak that meant Professor Flitwick was talking. 'Leave my classroom...attitude...unacceptable' Great, just great.

Alice stood up and grabbed her bag, not looking at anyone as she made her way out of the classroom. How she managed to get herself kicked out of class at least once a month was still a mystery. Why couldn't she just clamp her teeth and bare it? Oh right, because she has a little thing called self-dignity. When someone is thinking negatively about her just because she knew an answer and they didn't, she is not about to just 'let it slide'. After a minute of cooling off, Alice checked her watch. At least she was only missing the last five minutes. What if that was an important five minutes? Would she miss something that could be on her finals?

That was the typical questions that flooded her mind whenever Alice had missed part of a lesson. She knew it was best not to worry herself but she could already feel the stress boiling out of her. She looked down at her watch again after a few minutes of self-loathing. Five...four...three...two...RRRIIIINGGG! She nodded at her precise timing and began making her way to her next class, her normal smile returning.

Must be Cossu