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Post by julian on Nov 11, 2007 1:26:05 GMT -5
First Name:
Conner
Last Name:
Cronin
Age:
17
Appearance:
He is on the taller side, about 6'4, he uses it to his advantage if needed. He had blond hair that shimmers in the sun he changes the style a lot it can be shag or very proper it just depends on his mood. He had silver blue eyes, which can make the strongest man, weak in the knees which again he uses as much as he can. He is a swimmer and is built as such strong muscles and very lean.
-Note dyes his hair black that is why the picture has dark hair. -
History:
Born in France, with black hair and green eyes and a very heavy with the accent, he grew up normal with no magic known to him but on the night of his thirteenth birthday at midnight, he went into terrible shivers and sweats he had tremors and shook all night his dear mother holding him the whole night, she knew what was happening for the Veela came from her side of the family. In the morning he drug himself into the bathroom and screamed, his perfect dark locks had turned platinum blonde and his eyes from emerald to silver blue orbs, he looked just like his mother now and not his father anymore. His mother came into the bathroom and explained everything to him, it shocked him but he under stood. She gave him a book so he could understand the mate part of it. Each Veela had only one mate that calls out to him if he didn't find it by the time he was 18 he would die, he could also die if he was rejected by his mate. His mother has let him go to whatever school of his choosing letting his scence for his mate led him, and no he is at Beauxbatons and knows his man is here, he just needs to find him.
Personality:
He is a seducer, if he wants something he will go out of his way to get it. And he will do anything in his power to do so, but also he can be the kindest and caring person you can find, if you get in on the right day in the right mood if you are the right person. He is always looking for love, being a Veela he craves it, but he hadn't found his true mate yet he knows it is a man but he can't seem to find him. On his journey to find him it has led him to Beauxbatons he is pretty sure he is hiding in these walls.
Sample RP:
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Post by mklongbottom on Nov 11, 2007 8:58:26 GMT -5
First Name: Marissa Kyrie
Last Name: Arrngton
Age: Fourteen
Appearance:http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r222/NEVILLE-IS-HOT/Schoolpic.jpg
History: Marissa Kyrie Arrington, was born to Frank and Eltina Arrington. Her family is pure blood no excess teigs of a family gone astray. She grew up in a small town in West Virgnia, US and when she turned 12 she started Beauxbatons Academy. Where sh shall continue her ecucation.
Personality: Bubbly, yet eccentric. Marissa doesn't like to be in small crowds she prefers to be in big crowds where she can make a scene. She doesn't mind being the center of attention, she actually prefers it. Yet, she has a quiet side the side that most people see. On most weekends she will lock herself up in her room and read the day away.
Sample RP: Marissa quietly paced around the room tomorrow she would be flying out to Englnd to catch a train to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Her parents thought she would get a better eduacation there. She was sad she was leaving all of her friends behind, but excited becuse she was finnally getting trained to become a witch. The days passed slowly the flight was long, and the ride longer. But then they arrived at the castle. The majestic castle where her life would unfold.
You need to add more to your history and personality. Also, you need to work on your RP.
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Post by annalee on Nov 12, 2007 13:02:03 GMT -5
First Name:
Annalee
Last Name:
Auclair
Age:
Fourteen
Appearance:
Click
History:
The second daughter of Cristoph and Fiona Auclair, Annalee was born in Florence, Italy where she spent the majority of her life. Like her older sister, Genevieve, Annalee was not allowed to attend a magical school while growing up. When it was announced that the family would be moving to back to France (though Annalee had never lived there before), she immediately knew that she wanted to go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. It was one of the most talked about schools in Europe.
As soon as Genevieve left, Anna wanted nothing more than to follow. Unfortunately she was forced to stay behind for quite some time, missing the majority of the term. Finally she just couldn't take it anymore. She packed her belongings and made the decision to go to a school of magic, with or without her parents' consent.
Personality:
Annalee is typically soft spoken. She loves to have fun and spend time with her friends. She is also very creative. She loves to paint and is usually coming up with new ideas and traditions for herself, friends, and family. When it comes to school, she doesn't exactly try her hardest but she still gets by with decent grades. She would much rather daydream in her classes rather than actually pay attention to what her professors are trying to teach her.
Once Anna has made friends, she does everything that she can to keep them. She is very loyal and hates gossip, even if it is about someone she dislikes.
Sample RP:
Annalee looked up at her sister, watching as she tossed her things into an open suitcase that lay next to her. "Well, are you coming back?" she asked knowing that she was starting to sound like she was eight again. When her sister nodded a reply, Anna cheered up a little bit. She did not want to see her sister go while she was left behind. It wasn't fair. She wanted to learn about magic just as much as Gen did, so why couldn't she go? "Annalee!"
A sigh escaped her quivering lips and she stood up from her resting spot. Without looking at Gen again she exited the room and went downstairs to answer her mother's call. "Yes, ma'am?" she asked once she was in the kitchen. She heard the command to get ready for bed and responded by walking back upstairs to her own bedroom this time. She wasn't tired, but she assumed that as long as she was in her bedroom with the lights off, her parents would think that she was asleep. [/color][/center] Must be Cossu |
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Post by Rue Ribbery on Nov 13, 2007 0:37:55 GMT -5
First Name: Rue Last Name: Ribbery Age: 15 Appearance: Rue
History:Rue was born in Munich,Germany
to a Eloise and Franz Ribbery,shop keepers in Munich. After his 11th birthday,Rue was sent to live with his aunt and uncle in Lille,France. This was in part to his mothers decline in health and his fathers inability to take of his wife and his son.Though he had spent most of his life in Germany,Rue took to France quickly,learning the language,he had even learned English while attending his muggle school,prior to Beauxbatons enrollment. When he arrived in France,his aunt and uncle,a pure blood and a muggle,decided it would be best for him to attend Beauxbatons. He had always excelled in his studies prior to moving to France,he had even taken up football. His aunt and uncle thought Beauxbatons would help Rue grow into a proper wizard,like his parents,like his uncle.
Personality:Rue is both talented at football and his studies. He is a very open person,someone who is not afraid to put himself out there,whether it makes a fool of him or not. He tends to focus on his studies,but that doesn't mean he'll choose studies over fun and excitement.Rue can be stubborn at times,something he picked up from his father.He can be tough to deal with sometimes,due to his competitive nature. When needed he can switch from fun-loving to serious if the situation calls for it. He usually is calm and collected,rarely does he get mad,but when he does,it's usually over something important. He isn't one to wear his heart on his sleeve.
Sample RP: Rue stood on the train platform by himself,he had elected to come alone,not wanting to trouble his aunt and uncle. He wore a pair of blue denim jeans with a few tears in the knees as well as a plain black t-shirt and a pair of dirty white sneakers,the shoes showed obvious signs of wear and tear from months of use. He didn't have much with him,he had his trunk upon which sat the cage for his black owl,a suitcase,and a small knapsack with him. These things were on the ground to his right. In his hand he held a red and silver football,it was dirty from months of use.
He dropped the ball down onto the platform,placing his right foot on top of it to prevent it from rolling away. With a bit of ease,he rolled it up his foot and began to juggle it back and forth between his feet,keeping it up. He whistled a simple tune as he juggled the ball,occasionally bouncing it up to his knee then back to his feet. His whistling was interrupted by a yawn that had escaped him.
Growing tired of juggling the football,he let the ball drop back onto the ground. Moving his owls cage to the ground in front of him,he took a seat on his trunk,placing both of his feet ontop of his football,another yawn escaping him as he waited for his train.
FYI, just saying, that if his mother is a muggle and his father is a pureblood, then Rue would be a halfblood.
Must be Rouerie
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Post by sparklytissue on Nov 13, 2007 19:30:44 GMT -5
First Name: Winter Last Name: Lestat Age: 16 Appearance: History: Winter Luna Lestat was born July 17, 1991. Her parents were Luna Bureaty-Lestat and Konan Lestat. She usually tagged along with her sister, Hathor, to school since her parents couldn't afford to enroll 2 kids in wizarding school. Winter sometimes dreams of meeting somebody special. She befriended a gremlin when she was only five and named him Oak because of the color of his fur. Oak now goes with her almost everywhere. She used to always bake cookies with her sister and her mother. They were always sugar cookies. She remembers getting burned once or twice from standing too close to the oven. She loved making jewelry with her childhood friends, Belfrey and Lillith. They got accepted to Beauxbatons one year before her. She missed them so much until she was accepted too! She wanted to be accepted to hogwarts but thought that being accepted to Beauxbatons was fine too. Personality: Winter is spunky, unique, creative, musical, and artistic. She paints bright pictures from time to time, and while she isn't drawing, she is practicing the clarinet. She helps her sister, Hathor, make potions for school. She loves to sew scarfs and hats in her free time. She is very afraid of scary computer pop-ups and can't look at a blank computer or T.V. screen for more than a minute. She is a bit of a klutz and is almost never punctual. She is a Werewolf/vampire, mostly werewolf. She loves to swim and play Basketball and Football. She loves going to her sister's volleyball games and enjoys playing chess. Her favorite holiday is Christmas because it brings the whole family together for a day. When it comes to sports she can be a little too competitive. She absolutely adores sherbet ice cream. Sample RP: I was playing my clarinet with Oak (my gremlin) by my side when I heard my mother calling my name. I ran to her, and she was waving a light-blue letter in her hand. She called my family to the kitchen and read the letter aloud. "Dearest Ms. Winter Luna Lestat," she read. "You have been accepted into Beauxbatons Academy for Young Witches and Wizards! You will report to school on September first, and will pick up your school supplies at Diagon Alley (Flip to next page for map). The Carriage will pick you up at approximately 5:00 a.m., so don't be late! Sincerely, Madam Maxime (Headmistress)." My family applauded. "Congrats, Winter!" Hathor cheered. "I probably won't be accepted in another 3 or maybe even five years!" I got ready for bed then layed down in my room, too excited to sleep. I fell asleep in the middle of the night trying to picture what Beaxbatons would look like. I woke up the next morning jumping up and down while my mom ironed my shirt. I was all ready when I realized I was an hour early! "What am I going to do for an hour!" I exclaimed. "Wait! I still need to pack up!" I remembered. I gathered all of my clothes, plushies (can't live without 'em), and my clarinet. I waited by the front door with Oak, eager to sit in that carriage with Oak. "It's here!" I shouted pointing to the carriage in our drive way. After a few farewells I jumped into the carriage with Oak and was ready to start school at Beauxbatons. Please add more to the history and personality. Also, work on your RP a bit more.A lot about this profile still bothers me. But I'll sort you.
Must be Cossu
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Post by rissa on Nov 13, 2007 20:09:13 GMT -5
First Name:Larissa Last Name: Navré Age: 14 Appearance:  History: Larissa came from a all wizard family. She has two older brothers, who always pick on her for being the youngest. Her mother, father, and both brothers were all gifted in magic, and school came easily to them. Her familys native tounge is french. Since her whole fammily has gone to Beauxbatons, her mother made her transfer from Hogwarts to here. Personality: She loves magic. Its been around her for her whole life. She hates school work, though she gets average grades in most of her classes. She happens to allways flirt with all the hot guys and dosen't care what they think. She is very outgoing and loves to meet people. She loves it when she always has someone to hang out with. She hates being by herself, because she can't stand not having anyone to talk to. Sample RP: Larissa walked around the school. She had been quiet all day, since she didn't have any friends yet. She hated being the new kid because she knew no one. SHe was about to explode from not talking to anyone. She then had enogh of the silence and walked over to a group of poeple talking in a crowd. She smiled to them and then spoke, "Hello. Im Larissa. I was wondering if any of you could show me around the school, since im new." When she stoped speaking she noticed that everyone was staring at her like she was crazy. She kept her smile on and kept looking at the crowd, waitng for a reply. Okay, one there is only three magical schools, so please change that in your history. I doubt that if she went to Hogwarts they would forbid her to talk about it. Two, please add more to your history and personality. Three, my first post in this thread says not to use an RP from another site. Please make a new RP sample. Also, please change your display name to fit your profile. [[ sorry about everything i hope this is better]]
Your RP could use a bit of work, but since I saw your other RP (though from another site) I'll go ahead and sort you.
Must be Sournois
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Post by delamar on Nov 13, 2007 21:03:16 GMT -5
(Note: don't worry, this is Mélodie. I just wanted to create a relative) First Name:Rochelle Violette Last Name:Galanter Age:12 Appearance: History:Rochelle was born in October 4th, in Paris, France. She comes from a long line of pure-blooded, French wizards: Les Galanter. And like her cousin, Mélodie Ayase-Galanter, she also happens to be part veela by her grandmother, Marie Isabelle Galanter. Unlike Mélodie, she didn't travel as much and wasn't a late bloomer. Rochelle was a hyper, happy-go-lucky child, and because of her amount of energy, magic came naturally to her at the young age of six. It all happened when Rochelle went to visit her great aunt's country home in Provence. It was Christmas and excitement was in the air. Rochelle had bottled up so much energy from waiting for presents that when she finally opened up her gift, bright sparks flew all over the family room. Ever since that incident, Rochelle was trained at an early age on how to control her energy and use of magic. Her parents were happy to see her go to Beauxbatons for the first time, in hopes that the teachers would handle her better. Personality:Rochelle has the aura of a social dynamo. She loves being surrounded by people and doesn't mind attention at all (unless it was something bad...well, she'll step out of the limelight for that time). She loves being complemented and complements people in return. Rochelle is usually seen with a smile and a sparkle in her eyes. Even though she is currently 12 years old, Rochelle is a hard worker and thinks of others before herself. Her name means, "little rock" and is seen as a helper, and loves to help people, even in small ways. As described before, Rochelle is full of energy and often has the tendency to be spontaneous in words and decisions. She can be patient though, especially in trivial matters. Sometimes Rochelle can be a tad bit stubborn and gets frustrated easily. Sample RP: Thoughts, as always, flew in and out of Rochelle's young head. But this time, she felt as if she were going to have a headache. All since last week, Rochelle was excited and nervous at the same time about her first time at a magical school...or a school in that case. She was always home schooled thanks to her abilities in magic. Rochelle had always wanted to be a normal girl like everyone else, in spite of her parents reminding her that she was normal. But how could she be normal if she could cause things to levitate by will or emotions? None of the other girls in her neighborhood were able to do that. If that were the case, Rochelle would have more friends. Even though she loved attention and be surrounded by people, she had little friends and wasn't sure if anyone would want to be friends with her. Her parents, always reassuring her, reminded Rochelle that there will be people like her at Beauxbatons. All week, Rochelle hoped that it would be. And now, Rochelle was all packed up and ready to go. A pang of melancholy bothered her stomach as she stood outside the apartment building. "That's right," she whispered to herself. "I'm a big girl now and I'm going to have friends. I'm going to be all right." There were no portkeys in the muggle part of France, so the only way to get to the wizarding part of France, was a walk to the metro station. It was a fairly short walk, in fact, it was about five minutes away from the apartment, but for some reason, Rochelle felt as if it were a long journey. Nervous, Rochelle looked up to her mother by her side, and gazed sadly at her reassuring face. Sadly, she looked at her feet as they walked closer to their parting. " I'm a big girl now....I'm a big girl now...I'll be back home in three months...and I'll have friends...." "Rochelle," her mother said, looking at her child's head. Rochelle lifted her head at her name. "Are you okay?" asked Mrs. Galanter. Rochelle didn't want her mother to worry, and smiled. "I'm fine." Must be Cossu |
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Post by harper on Nov 13, 2007 22:35:05 GMT -5
First Name:
Harper
Last Name:
Grenn
Age:
16 Years Old
Appearance:
Harper is tall, about 5'11'', and has shaggy, always messy brown hair. It curls a little below his ears, which are slightly pointed. He has hazel eyes that are always bright, and his mouth is usually curved in a warm smile. He dresses in loose clothes, usually, and isn't exactly one for fashion.
It's kinda big, so click here
History:
Harper is the youngest child out of three. His two older siblings, both Muggles, were great at school. Harper was always day-dreaming, writing lyrics to songs on his homework, and getting in mischeif. Once when his teacher told him his test was a piece of trash, Mr. Grumbo suddenly found his hair in the garbage, as well. Small accidents like that had labeled him as a class clown, though he was a generally quiet boy.
When his parents found out he was a wizard, there were good and bad reactions- but the only one in the end who refused to believe it was his older brother. Shunning him as a freak, Norman refused his brother the pleasure of anything- and so the family split. His brother became a rebel, and is always daring Harper to use his magic against him.
But everyone else was happy, and Harper couldn't wait to start learning.
Personality:
Harper's very musically talented. He has a good ear for notes, is a good lyric-writer, and can play both guitar and piano, though he's better at guitar. He has a poetic mind, and is a very deep thinker- he gives great advice. Harper's kinda dreamy, but can be over-dramatic and funny. His label as a prankster has stuck to him, so you can bet to see him getting into some kind of mischeif every once in a while. He loves to do magic, as of to this day he still can't believe he can. So everyday chores he will try to do by magic- usually leaving him a mess. He's as loyal as a dog- and once you're friends, you're friends forever. He can be cheeky and a little flirty, too.
Sample RP:
Note: This is before he knows he's a wizard
The fan was twirling around, slowly, in endless circles. With one flick of a switch, though, it could all shut down. There had to be something out of that.
Harper was leaning against his desk, looking up at the ceiling. His Nm. 2 pencil was repeatedly tapping against the table. Holding it by the earaser, the boy looked up, oblivious to all sound except the words flowing through his head.
This roads got to lead to somewhere
though theres not much I can say
to make you there
with me,
Forever more
The world just keeps a'spinning
with me attached by my feet
leading me to where I must go
though I decide what's best for me
Can-
A ruler rapped on the desk nest to him.
"Harper!" A voice said sharply. "Finish your test!"
"Yes, M'am." He replied dully. Relaxing, he grabbed a peice of paper and quickly wrote it down. Then he stuffed it in his jean pocket, and continued tapping.
Who cares what 953 is anyway? He thought.
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Post by luckykid on Nov 14, 2007 9:28:39 GMT -5
First Name:
Chiaki
Last Name:
Shimizu
Age:
13
Appearance:
Chiaki has a sturdy build, due to experience with all kinds of sports, including Quidditch. She has pale skin although she is quite an athlete. She keeps her hair long, as short hair seems ugly to her. She keeps it at a good length which runs past her shoulders and rests just above her lower back. She doesn't grow freckles easily but has some too. They are more visible during summer than winter.
History:
Chiaki was born in a pure-blood family. Her mother, Natsumi Yamada dated Kenta Shimizu and they got married. Two years after they married, Chiaki was born and three years later, her brother, Takumi was born. They were a happy family. Her childhood was a happy one too.
Chiaki grew up fast. She was really smart. Her mother sent them to the a normal primary school. She studied hard and felt that the lesson was bored so she began to study English. After fours years of being in this school, Chiaki learned loads and could speak English and Japanese now. All throughout primary school, Chiaki retained high marks and her teachers were constantly in awe of her academic prowess. For several years of her life, everything was picture perfect: a younger brother whom she can share secrets with, an academic gift, and a happy, two-parent family. She was now 10 years old, two more months to her 11th birthday. She began to grow weird. Her emotions showed strongly. When she was angry, things would happen without her knowing it. For example, when she's angry and is holding a glass, it would shatter to pieces. It's like she was squeezing the glass but that's impossible. She could also get out of lots of things without finding excuses. She didn't know what was going on but she was sure something was up.
Chiaki realized she was special and suspected that she was some magical person too but can't confirm it because her parents had never told her about it. She knew about her parents being magical people but at that time, she had no knowledge of her being a witch too because her parents are pureblood. As if the answer to her prayers, she received a letter a few years later to attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Chiaki was very excited. She finally had an answer as to all the weird happenings. Although her parents already knew that Chiaki was a witch, they still felt happy about it. They felt that it would bring diversity to the family and felt that she could go on to bigger and better things than they had achieved. Her parents immediately approved of her going to Beauxbatons. As Chiaki boarded the train, her parents were very excited for her. She was beginning a different life and was going to explore plenty of new things. She was determined to find out how many generations of witch and wizards had run in her family.
Personality:
Chiaki is outgoing and gets along pretty well with everyone. She loves to meet new people and discover new things. She has a curiosity which cannot be satisfied. She is always looking for new questions. She is very independent. She doesn't like to ask for help from other people. She likes to find answers on her own. She is a very good thinker and usually has an easy time when figuring things out. She is a quick learner, though at times tends to make things seem more complicated than they really are. She doesn't usually get into trouble as she is smart and she uses her wits to keep her out of trouble. Chiaki doesn't admit defeat easily. She would fight fiercely for what she thinks is correct. Chiaki is a trustworthy person. Once sworn to secrecy, she wouldn't let the secret out. She is honest. She doesn't hide anything about what she thinks about people. She sometimes say it in a very blunt way so it sometimes is difficult for people to like her.
Chiaki is very impatient. She finds it annoying and frustrating when she is trying to show or teach someone something and they don't get it right away, maybe because she is a quick learner. She also has a hot temper but she cools down fast and is able to forget about it fast too. She is very sarcastic so people often get hurt if they don't know her well. She rarely admits that she's wrong, and hardly ever apologizes.
Sample RP:
There was no thunder, no lightening. Only rain. Millions of tiny raindrops fell from the endless gray sky. The clouds hid the midday sun, keeping its warm rays from drying the wet Earth. Chiaki stared out at the lake, watching the droplets splash through its watery surface. Aside from the constant raindrops shaking the surface, the lake was calm, nothing beneath its waters broke the surface.
Where all the other students were, Chiaki had no idea. Maybe they were in their common rooms, or in class. But Chiaki didn't want to stay in the common room all day. So, she found herself walking down the many steps of the staircases, from the common room to the entrance hall, and out the large doors of the castle. Down the lawns where her feet took her, towards the lake.
Reaching the lake side, she kicked off her shoes and slid her feet into the cool waters. For a moment, her feet were close to numb, but that feeling quickly faded. She stared at her blurry imaged mirrored in the water. Her hair and clothes were soaked, but she didn't care though. The wind blew, Chiaki shivered a little. The rain was cold against her skin. Kicking her feet back and forth in the water, she sighed. It would be better if she had brought a book but how she was going to read in this rain, it was another question. Your application was somewhat confusing. At one point you said, in her history, that she has a troublemaker persona, yet you say in her personality that she doesn't get into trouble that often. Also, you didn't mention how she got the scar on her forehead--besides, that parellels far too much with Harry Potter himself. So add to the history about why she has the scar, and explain about her troublemaking/not troublemaking persona.
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Post by oreocakester on Nov 14, 2007 14:08:57 GMT -5
First Name: Kingston
Last Name: Langlois
Age: 16
Just imagine there's a picture of a dark looking boy or something...
Appearance: Kingston's tall for his age and looks older than he is. His black hair makes his pale skin look almost white. The only type of smile he's ever accomplished is a smirk. At times he can be very scary looking. His dressing style is whatever he feels like...no need to impress anyone, but himself.
History: Born to Cluade and Zoe Langlois, Kingston was a thunderstorm of life. He and trouble have been compatible ever since he could crawl. Being an only child, he was always the center of his household. After just a few years of his life, he earned the nickname "Kingston". They say: "Like father, like son" In this case that definetly true. It's no wonder where Kingston gets his ways. His father, Claude is a pureblood wizard while his mother, Leigh is half.
Growing up, Kingston spent alot of time with Keith, his uncle on his brother's side. He liked the seclusion of Keith's house better than the hustle and bustle of his parents' neighborhood. On the few occasions that he was with his parents, he kept himself holed up in his room, trying to stay away from his mother's cheek-pinching friends and his father's "hunting" buddies.
Prior to Hogwarts, Kingston attended a Muggle school. He hated how the teachers forced him to interact with the other students. No matter how much he begged, his parents wouldn't pull him out of the school.
The day he learned of his magical being was the happiest day of his life. No one forced him to interact with the other children, and he didn't have to see his parents' friends for months at a time. He kept to himself most of the time, only doing things he enjoyed, like making others miserable.
Personality: Kingston is intelligent, sreet smart, and cunning. He's careless, manipulative, speaks his mind, and is very mischeivious. Kingston is definetly not trustworthy. He's a lying, backstabbing player who'd kill his own brother...if he had one. There's a good reason he doesn't. Sarcasm is one of his favorite tones of voice, although it seems to drive others away. People say that it's good to have some secrets. Kingston says it's good to have all secrets. He keeps his personal life to himself and doesn't let too many people in.
Kingston is cruel, sarcastic, and is quick to put himself before others. He's very stubborn, and refuses to be wrong. He loves to play with girls' hearts; he thinks it's funny. He hates pretty much everything: Animals, authority, reading, homework, flying, and other people are just a few things he hates. He has a bad habit of speaking his mind, no matter what's on it. He doesn't depend on others to do things for him. He considers himself a leader, and he won't have it any other way. He has yet to see that his recklessness is going to get him a one-way ticket to Azkaban.
He likes manipulating people, taking risks, and a few of the small things in life. He hates just about everything else.
Sample RP: Useless, useless, useless
That was the best way to sum up a book such as this one. Kingston sighed as he threw the book aside. He sat at a small table in the far corner of the library, next to the Restricted Section. He glanced out the window beside him and scowled at the weather.
Look's like an eighty percent chance of sunshine all day. It's disgusting! Or as I like to say, "an eighty percent chance of doom."
Often times he spent his leisure in the library. It was usually a pretty tranquil place. It was relaxing and at the same time, bored Kingston almost to tears. Fake tears, of course. The activity from the rest of the castle was just so...dead, d-e-d, dead! Just then a bunch of younger years walked into the room. They were all laughing and making a rediculous amount of noise which annoyed Kingston greatly. It was only some time before they all would be put out of the library...
((...might look a lot better if some people hadn't stretched the page with their overlage pictures... but who am I to say...))
Point taken.
Must be Sournois
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Post by lilmissy on Nov 15, 2007 17:37:13 GMT -5
First Name:Emylicia Middle Name:Ryella Last Name: Karlax Age: 13 Appearance:  Nicknames:Emyli, Licia, Ry Ry, Ella, and whatever else people thought up for her History: Emyli was born in a forest and abandoned. Her mother had been in the forest hunting when she began to give birht and didn't want a kid, she wasn't ready. She was only 17 years old and didn't think she could handle a kid. She gave birth to Emyli and ran off. The young baby stayed in the warm summer forest. She somehow, before she knew what she was doing, was able to crawl, a little. It took about five minutes for her to make it into a burrow made by and animal. She stayed there and ate fruit that was crushed inside the burrow. Emyli was found four days later by another vampire woman that was hunting. She was brought back to the vampire's house. Yaila, the vampire women, nourtured Emyli like she was her own. Emyli didn't like Yaila very much the first three years of her life. Then she had just began to like her when she was seven years old. The years in between she didn't know how she felt about Yaila. Emyli did as much research as possible on her mom. She had found out a lot, with help from Yaila of course. To her luck, Yaila seemed to love adventure and problem- solving just as much as Emyli did. They found out where she had lived, what age she was now, how many kids she had had. There was so much more to figure out. Emyli was only 7/8 vampire, but didn't know it. She found out that she was a vampire researching her mom. her birth mom was a vampire, too. She could go up to two years without hunting, it just wasn't good for her. Vampires, no matter how much vampire they were, were supposed to go hunting at least once a year to make sure that they didn't hurt too many humans. Or at least that's what she' heard and grown up to believe. Although, her and her family hunt ONLY animals. When Emyli as 12 almost 13, she got a dad. She really didn't like him. She had just learned to really love her mom, then he had to move in and ruin it all. And she HAD to come back from enough to hunt. She had already gotten her admission letter to Beauxbatons and really wanted to go. She had to come back enough to hunt, and she would have been fine with it, if Deryl hadn't moved in. He was a vampire, too, just much more powerful. Personality: Emylicia is a great friend, but mainly to people who have been true friends to her. There are certain things that need to be tested. Such as loyalty, that not many people have a lot of. She is downright gentle and most of the time, happy. She does have an ability to have a temper, though, as most people do. She will stick up for the people that prove to be her friends. She is curious and loves adventure. She does go to place where she isn't supposed to be, a wondering eye as some people might say. Whenever she gets upset, she normally goes so,ewhere she find peacful. Strange enough, her idea was peacful was in a forest. If she couldn't get to a forest, she likes to dangle her feet in water, such as a lake. Emyli loves to venture around places she's never been, and see as muc has she can. She has always been a curious kid. She loves to climb trees and listen to nature. She gets mad at anyone that makes cracks about vampires. It's not her fault she's a...Well the only way for her to describe it was, monster. She's not much like normal teenagers. She is complex. Emyli can change moods to whatever she feels like feeling, and sometimes, she even changes the moods of others around her. She is funny, smart, and independant, mostly. Sample RP: [at home] Well Known Vampires
Denarhi- 28 years old, a nomad. Has been said
to have a child then leave her in a forest.
Last known location: a forest in Germany...
What could all this mean. Emylicia reread the text on the page. She hadn't read them all. Had she just found out more about her mom. She did the math and found out she was the right age. She was left in a forest...In Germany!! "Yaila! I think i found her!" Yaila walked across the room and read the information. "That could be her. Right age, right location to have a child..." Emyli felt uneasy with excitment. She had alway wanted to know the most she could about her birth mom. She had always wanted to know what kind of powers she may have.
Emylicia walked downstairs, hungry, thirsty. She opened the refridgerator and pulled out some soda and a piece of pumpkin pie. She put whipped cream on the pie and took a bite. It was tasty. She was still overwhelmed by the new she had just found, but couldn't ignore the fact that she was hungry. She finished the pie and opened the soda.
Emyli walked up the steps and found Yaila back at her own desk with her own work. She sat down and opened her enjoyment reading book. She read a few pages then decided she was bored. She closed the book. "Yaila, I'm going to the woods. I think I should hunt before I leave tomorrow. you can come, too." Yaila shot up out of her chair and was at the door quick as she could.
They walked out the back door and began to walk through the fields. It was about five minutes before they made it there. They stood outside the edge of the forest. Just about to let go of all self control they had. They ran through the forest, quick as lightning, feet hardly touching the ground as they went.Your history is really confusing. First off, how did the mother get in the forest in the first place? Second, how did the child survive in a forest of all places for four days? And then, by chance, she finds out she's 7/8 vampire? This is all a little strange, and needs a lot of explaining, because it doesn't make sense. Explain how the mother got into the forest, how the baby survived four days in the wilderness from the cold and animals, and also explain how she just so happened to be a vampire. Also, add a bit more to the personality, it would help me with sorting you too. I'm Sorry. Is this any better. I tried to explain everything you said as best as i could.The fact that she was born in a forest and somehow was able to crawl hours after birth bothers me. A normal baby cannot do that, since their neck is too small to support their large head. I'll take it though, seeing as how she's 7/8 vampire. I'll assume it will be because of that. As far as her changing the moods of others around her, thats called empathy. If you mean for that to be a power, I would suggest talking to Laura Nightstar, since she is the resident empath, about that. I'll sort you now.
Must be Cossu
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Post by loganteague on Nov 15, 2007 18:55:30 GMT -5
First Name: Logan Last Name: Teague Age: 17 Appearance: History: Logan Pteran Teague was born October 31, 1990. His parents, Uther Teague and Thora Foxheart-Teague, were half-wizard, half-mutant. His friend who was a Muggle died from a disease. Logan got a photo of him to keep him happy. Logan is new friends with Dyll Quinz. They have been friends since yesterday. But shortly after, they became enemies. Logan's father works as a Muggle business-man, and his mother stays at home to watch Logan. Personality: Logan is creative, artistic, kind of strange, and friendly. He usually invents machines. Logan's most famous one is the mind-spier. It shows what people think. Logan makes paintings of his Muggle friend and puts a spell on it so he can contact him. He also spies on his strange but mean neighbors. His neighbors want Logan dead. On the other hand, Logan is good at respecting and making friends. He has a strong phobia of germs, though. Sample RP: My parents were worried about me, since I was poorly educated. They were running around the house, blurting out one idea after the next. They didn't notice the silky-blue envelope fly through the window. I wouldn't have noticed it either if it didn't land in my palms. I opened the note. "Dear Sir Logan Teague," I read out loud to my sweat-glazed parents. "You have been accepted into Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Please report to school on September 1st, and pick up your suff at Diagon Alley." I paused and looked at my parents. "You do know where Diagon Alley is, right?" I asked, My parents nodded and gestured me to keep reading. My house-elf, Dluloo, hobbled into the room. "What's the commotion?" she asked. My parents shushed her up and I kept reading. "The Carriage will pick you up then, so don't worry about our location. Have fun during your last weeks of the summer holidays, and be safe! Most sincerely, Madam Maxime: Headmistress." I smiled with satisfaction. My parents applauded at the sound of their son going to school. "Look," Dluloo said. "P.S. Your school list is attached." Later that night, we went to Diagon Alley. My parents helped me pack up and said this was a miraculous day. Days passed as I kept a chart, knocking off numbers with, counting the days until the Carriage would arrive. I laid on my bed that September 1st. Dluloo walked in quietly, tears rolling down her face. "Would Master like Dluloo to help him carry his luggage?" she whispered. "The Carriage is here." I smiled. "I can do it myself," I said gently. "But thanks, anyway." I dragged the three luggages outside, then hugged my parents, then Dluloo. Dluloo was blowing her nose on a handkerchief. I raced towards The Carriage. "Bye!" I called. "I love you!" My parents and Dluloo yelled in unison, "We love you too! See you next summer!" If Logan's father and mother were both half mutant and half muggle, then there is no possible way Logan could be a wizard. Also, there would be no way he could work in a wand shop, since he would have no magic whatsoever. Which would mean that Logan has no magic, and therefore would only be a mutant. You'd have to change this so that somewhere he has magic. Mutant abilities are different from magic. Oh, also you didn't mention what his ability is, if he has any. Usually a mutant will have some sort of an ability. Edited! Again, if Logan's father and mother are both muggle/mutants, then there is no way possible Logan can go to a magic school. Logan has to have magic in his bloodline somewhere. Also, I dont see how Logan can have a house elf when his parents aren't witches or wizards at all. Edited! Must be Cossu
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Post by brieanna on Nov 16, 2007 4:34:56 GMT -5
First Name: Brieanna Last Name: Karece Age: 17 Appearance:  History: Growing up for Brieanna was not quite what many would expect out of a mid class family of six. In her childhood years, Brieanna was adored because she was the first and only girl born to the Karece family. She was given everything she wanted, but for the most part she wanted to earn things. She was a bright child and filled with loads of energy. At the age of eleven she began to discover her magical powers and only used them when deemed necessary. For the most part, she was taught at home up until she recieved her letter at Beauxbatons and was quite estatic that she was finally able to go to a normal school where other kids her age went. Through the years, she's come to know quite a bit through reading and being taught by the professors on the diverse matters between the wizarding world and the muggle world. Now at the age of Seventeen, she has a better grasp on her powers and wants to excel further into them and would do whatever it took to achieve that. Personality: Growing up in a standard mid class wizarding family, she was brought up to walk, talk, and dress like a lady. Her parents had well educated her in many subjects. Her favorite being sociology. Brieanna is a social butterfly and likes to talk about a variety of things. She is an observer nonetheless, she views the world for how it is and looks for better ways to improve it. She's graceful and has the kind of personality that anyone would like to have as a friend. When in situations, she stands back and thinks about things before trying to resolve them. But with split second situations, she acts on instinct. Her parents are proud of the way Brieanna was raised, she's fun loving, out going and is out to help everyone that needs it. Sample RP:Twilight was definitely the most striking time of the day. The sun going down under the horizon, painted the sky multicolored. For Brieanna, laying there in the grass with her bare feet soaking in the border of the lake was pure heaven. The warmth of the sun making her skin tingles. It was Saturday and with all her homework done she thought it would be a nice idea to spend some time relaxing on the lawns of the school. Instead of her usual attire today she was dressed in bermuda jean shorts, a faded red Rancid t-shirt, and flats. Her dark strands of hair were strewn around her head on the well mowed lawn. Her eyes were closed and she could feel the last rays of sunlight on the back of her eyelids and exposed arms and legs. She could lay out here in the sun the whole day and she wouldn’t have to worry about her pale complexion getting a sun burn. To keep herself company, Brieanna sang the words to Little Lover’s so Polite by Silversun Pickups in her head. These were the times when she missed her ipod the most. That was the downer side to Beauxbatons; muggle technology didn’t function here, at least that's what she thought and wasn't told otherwise. The only sound around her was the low chatting of other students out on the grounds. She is way too much like a Mary Sue. Please give her flaws and then I will sort her. Post in the Term Eight sorting, which will be going up soon. Dont edit here.
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