Sorting (Term Seven)

[violet]

First Name:
Violet

Last Name:
Beauchamp

Age:
Fourteen

Appearance:


Violet is of a medium stature with wavy dark brown hair that reaches to a bit below her shoulders. Her hands are slightly calloused, from her many inventions. Her eyes are a warm brown and will find even the most minute detail. Her dress is of a practical nature, usually, it leans towards the conservative side.

History:

Born in Paris, France, Violet grew up there with her younger brother and sister, Klaus and Sunny. She was always close to Klaus, as they were only two years apart and had compatible personalities.

Her parents encouraged her inventing ways, and were, generally, lovely people, albeit raised their children as muggles, introducing their children to culture, and treating them as adults in all but one aspect, Mr. and Mrs. Baudelaire never found it necessary to share that they were, in fact, a witch and wizard. Violet took that fact rather badly, as it contradicted her practical nature. It simply wasn't possible to make a mouse appear from nowhere. But once she attended the school, her doubts all but disappeared and though still slightly shocked, she became accoustomed to the random bangs of charms and odd effects of potions.

When Violet was about to enter her third year, and Klaus his first, the pair received a letter whilst aboard the school's Carriage, that their parents had been murdered by Death Eaters. The reason why they were targeted is unknown, but Violet has her own suspicions and thoughts that she keeps under lock and key.

Personality:

If there was one word to describe Violet, it would be practical. Vi is a resourceful young lady, with an honest streak, and an impatience towards anything romantic, though at times she can be quite sentimental. She loves to invent things, and is constantly tinkering with anything and everything laid before her. She's creative, and kind, but often stubborn. She's definitely intelligent, and like her brother, picks up languages fairly easily, being fluent in English, French, and German. Vi's independent and more than able to take care of herself.

Klaus is probably her best friend, they've been through everything together. But he is also, probably, her greatest weakness, she'd do anything to protect him, but at times butts heads with him over who is the ruler of the clan.

Sample RP:

[[I'm totally not showing off, or anything. -shifty eyes-]]
[[--is also Bella--]]

The flickering, dying torches in their engraved holders cast eerie shadows along the stone walls. Even eerier was the faint outline of Bella as she tiptoed down the deserted hallway. It was just a bit after two in the morning by the clocktower's bells and for the past three hours Bella Fiore had lain awake in her curtained bed, staring mindlessly at the ceiling, tracing the cracks with her eyes and casing up the folds in her bed curtains. It had been like this for the past week, her inability to fall asleep. Perhaps she had developed insomnia. Or maybe it was the mere worry that there would be hitches in her plan with Lilli for the opening night cabaret that would take place in the new auditorium. Sure, it was exciting, but for someone who had never organized a show before, it was quite nerve-wracking. So there she had lain, sighing into the deep hours of the night, wishing her iPod worked on Beauxbatons grounds so she could pop it in her ears and block out Lilli's snores. But no, god forbid magic work in her favor.

This was the way in which she had found herself tiptoing barefoot down the hallways, her feet freezing on the flagstone. She had not thought it would be this cold, considering it was April, but she had been mistaken. The white nightgown that made her appear ethereal was most definitely not enough insulation for her thin frame. She thought for a moment how odd one would think her if they saw her ghostly form in the hallway, her long mane of dark curls about her shoulders and her wide, brown, doe's eyes. She was almost positive she'd be scared of herself if she suddenly happened upon a mirror.

Bella was exploring, a favorite pastime of hers, when books ran out and she was tired of singing and playing her used upright piano, she explored and imagined. She had quite the wildest imagination of all of Beauxbatons' students. Rainy days became visits to the Amazon, boring afternoons were tea parties with Queen Elizabeth herself. Bella held her English queen, the namesake of her middle name, in high esteem. She rather fancied herself lunching with the Queen at Buckingham Palace one day, the having the queen sit in a reserved box for Bella performing in the Phantom of the Opera that very night.

Yes, Bella had wild dreams that for their while distracted her from the ever-darkening hall about her. She wasn't afraid of the dark exactly, but rather the idea of what might be lurking in the dark. Perhaps she had seen too many movies.

She pushed slightly on the first door to her left. It didn't budge an inch. She pushed harder and it still didn't move. Without thinking, Bella reached for her wand to whisper the Alohomora charm, before realizing her nightgown didn't have pockets and she was wandless. Not exactly the brightest thing she had ever done. She'd try to get to a room fast as she could, she decided. Bella didn't really want Cossu to lose points for her being out at night, she was angling for another house cup win.

A faint golden glow glimmered from the last door down the corridor on the right. Bella made a hasty turn into the room and shut the door behind her, her nerves piqued by a sudden scurry in the hall. Withing the safety of the room, she realized it could have only been a rat. She had rushed into the room so quickly that she hadn't taken notice of what it was that was producing the golden glow. Now it was clear.

At the opposite end of the room stood a tall mirror. Strange symbols were carved along the outside, surely some ancient language. The glow seemed to be emulating from the mirror itself. There was no light, but rather something inside it was shining. From this distance, Bella could not see her reflection, but she was sure it was there.

She took a carefully measured step towards it, torn between eagerness to see what was lighting the mirror and fear of what was lighting the mirror. A few more steps situated her close enough to see her reflection and the source of the light.

There she was, reflected in the mirror, but it wasn't her.

She placed her hand on the surface of the glass. It was clear as water and seemed to melt beneath her touch. It was certainly not like any glass she had ever felt before. Elven made perhaps...? She took another glance at the symbols. She was really quite rubbish with most foreign languages. Italian and English were the only two she was fluent in, her French was a bit spotty, and she had picked up a few words of Gaelic, but she knew nothing of the ancient magical languages, though she thought it'd be rather romantic to speak in the elven tongues. She ran her fingers through one of the carvings. It seemed vaguely familiar, but rumor had it that the English alphabet was derived from elvish.

Her brown eyes found there way back to the center of the glass, they had been distracted by the characters. Getting a better look at the image in the mirror, she suddenly felt like Alice, Through the Looking Glass. She was not wearing the white nightgown anymore but rather a ballgown that Bella would have recognized anywhere. Her thoughts wandered back to the that time, years ago. When she had first become enchanted by the art of theatre. She had gone to a matinee performance of the Phantom of the Opera, her father in the title role. She had been thoroughly enchanted by the show itself, but the real magic had been afterwards, when the cast and crew had gone home, all the lights had been turned down at Her Majesty's Theatre. Only the ghost light had been left burning and Bella's father had taken her to center stage and the pair had waltzed about, Antonio still wearing the famous mask, little Bella with a flower tucked behind her ear. He had swung her about her legs twirling in the air, swooshing over the candlesticks that lined the "Phantom's Lair."

That was where she was now. Or at least the mirror showed her that. She was dressed in Christine's "Masquerade" ballgown. The odd glow was none other than the glow of the lights that pointed to where Bella was standing, at center stage. She had often dreamed of standing in this very spot when an audience was present, and Bella could feel herself longing to burst into "Think of Me."

But a sound behind her interrupted her swirling thoughts.

"Désolé."

She wasn't exactly sure what it meant. She thought it meant something along the lines of "grief." Her French was far from fluent, oft she had to use a French-English dictionary to complete her homework assignments. On the other hand, her younger brother, Tonino, had picked it very quickly, while Marcello, her older brother, stubborn that he was, had outright refused to learn. Though he had begun to, as a means to impress the girl he liked. Marcello would do absolutely anything to achieve his means.

She had let her thoughts wander again. Away from the reason why a person might be standing behind her uttering words she didn't know.

Must be Sournois

[kikimoom]

First Name: Sophie
Last Name: Martin
Age: 12
Appearance: Sophie's hair is actually curly but she has lately been using Straightning spells on it because she doesn't want to take the time to actually do it. Can always be seen carrying a book and her glasses in her purse. She is constantly wearing a gold bracele on her left wrist and a silver diamond and sapphire embeded ring on her left ring finger.(The one by your pinky.)

History: Sophie's mother is French and her father is an American wizard. They met 12 years ago whe Sophie's father was on a business trip to France. Sophie's father, James, went out to a bar and met her mother there. About nine months later Sophie was born. Slyvie, her mother, and James thought that it would be best to not get married, seeing as they had almost nothing in common. Sophie lived in France for the first four years of her life, getting monthly visits from her father.

At the age of five Sophie began a different life style. She lived with her father during the school year in America. Staying with his new wife and 7 year old daughter when he was on business trips. Sophie enjoyed America very much and though she didn't have many friends the ones she did have were very loyal to her. There was Cassy, Brandon and Trent. Cassy was the daredevil of the group, climbing the tallest trees, finding new ways onto the top of the school and once she even tried to use an umbrella as a parachute to get down.(It didn't work.) Brandon was the 'cool' one in the group. None of them knew why Brandon hung out with their group but as they got older Trent and Cassy began to suspect that it had something to do with Sophie. Trent was very shy but willing to go along with all of the crazy stunts and pranks. Finally Sophie, Sophie was the brains of the group and the person who would always say, "I don't think we should do this guys." To which they would reply. "You made up the plan though!" Then they would pester her until she gave in.

When Sophie was 7 her mother got married to a newspaper reporter she met when he was visiting the school she worked at. The reporter, Frank was very kind to Sophie when she was there and treated her as his own child. He always told her that knowlodge and imagination were the most important things in life. He also said that in life it wouldn't do you any good to just have one thing. "Be smart, but don't forget to cut loose every once in a while." And cut loose Sophie did. During the hot summer months Sophie ran wild. Cruising the small town on her bike clothed in nothing more than her one piece and a towel tied around her neck as a cape.

This lifestyle continued until one day while at her father's home in Ohio Sophie recieved a letter. Actually it was two, one from Beauxbatons and the other from the school in America. Sophie wasn't very surprised, after all her father had told her about magic lots of times. The part that surprised her most was that she recieved two letters. Sophie, of course wanted to go to the American school but her father insisted that she go to Beauxbatons. Sophie moped around for a few weeks before giving in. Her father was right, it was for the best. So after saying goodbye to her best friends and packing everything Sophie headed off to Beauxbatons.

Personality: Sophie loves to learn, she reads whenever she can, sometimes getting in trouble in class. She is kind to those she trusts, which is few. She considers herself a realist, she hates to sugarcoat things. Sophie is the type of person who if she knocks you down in the hallway will pull herself out of her book to help you gather your things and get up before walking off again.

Sample RP:: "You're going where!?" Sophie's friends said at once. Sophie sighed and muttered something in French. Cassy, Trent, Brandon and herself all sat together on the double teeter-toters, slowly pushing off and coming back down. "You heard me, my father's shipping me off to some dumb boarding school in France." She said. There was a silence as the information sunk in. Sophie but the inside of her lip as she waited for them to reply.

"Man that's gay." Brandon said at last. Everyone burst out laughing. Trent rolled off of the teeter-totter and Cassy and Sophie felt them selves drop a bit. Brandon had a glint in his eye. "Don't you dare..." Cassy said with a glare. Brandon was already off, keeping them up by putting all of his weight onto his side. "Brandon if you do that I swear I will-ahhh!!!!!!!" Cassy and Sophie screamed at the same time.

There was a thump as they hit the ground and when it cleared both Cassy and Sophie where standing and giving him death glares. "You. Little. s**t!" Cassy screamed, taking off after Brandon. Trent shook his head, "They're crazy." He said. Sophie nodded and sat next to him. "But that's why we love them isn't it?"

Must be Sournois

[jamiekingston]

First Name:
Jamie
Last Name:
Kingston
Age:
17

Appearance:

History:
Jamie was born in Atlanta, Georgia, to two loving parents, Veronica and Oliver. But things in the two parent's relationship suddenly went bad. Oliver was caught cheating on Veronica with a co-worker, and they immediately divorced when was fifteen months old. She can't remember her father, and her mother rarely mentioned him after the break up. The two bachelorettes lived in Atlanta for most of Jamie's childhood years. During this time, Veronica began dating another man named Bill, and they were nearly married. Unfortunately, Bill broke up with Veronica because he found out she was a witch. Veronica was so in love with him that this news was impossible for her to believe, and she went into a depressed point in her life when her daughter Jamie was about seven or eight.

Veronica was all ready for Jamie to receive her letter to the magic school, but some issues turned up. Because of her depression, Veronica had recently started smoking cigarettes. Jamie was too young at the time to notice, but her mother was falling into a downwards spiral that would never end.

Jamie, on the other hand, was very happy at school. She had made many friends, mostly guys, but hey? She was still extremely happy. Everything went well for her. She was good in school, she had plenty of friends, she wasn't cursed in the looks department. Things just seemed to be getting better and better for her.

At age 11, Jamie was enrolled in the local magic academy and there she excelled. However, time without her young daughter made Veronica fall further down the dark hole of despair that she would never be able to get out of. Jamie first noticed that her mother looked extremely bad when she came home for Christmas in her third year at the school. Her mother looked unhealthy, way too thin, and had dark circles around her eyes. Jamie worried for the rest of the year, until the summertime.

When came home for the summer, an awful event happened the first night that she was home. She heard a scream from her mothers bedroom, and she tumbled out of bed and ran to her mothers room to see what was wrong. She opened the door to find her mom, lying on her bed with a razor in one hand and blood stains all over the covers. Her mom had killed herself. She quickly dialed an ambulance, but it was too late, and her mother was already dead.

For the rest of the summer, Jamie was extremely down and sad. The closest family members still alive were her grandparents, and they lived in London, so she was relocated there. Most of the time, she would just sit in her room, staring blankly at the walls, the horrible memory haunting her mind. Her grandparents tried to talk to her about it and it cheered her up slightly.

As well as moving, she was transferred to Hogwarts to continue her magical education. When she first arrived, she took her grandparents advice and tried to stay as positive about her situation as possible, even though she was still sad.

Personality:
This girl is a perfect example of the word sporty. She loves being active and hanging around with her friends whenever she possibly can. They're the only thing that don't make her feel trapped in the school. She mostly tries her hardest to be positive and keep her spirits up when she not feeling so great. She's a very supportive person and is a really good friend to anyone she meets.

But even though she tries to be positive, it is true that Rose can catch herself being a little high mateniece. She has her moments were she can be bossy and demanding but after she realizes her bratty phases, she snaps out of it. Most things don't get her in a bad mood but there will be certain tiny things that can make her upset. Besides those moments, Jamie has many playful and fun traits that come from her when her friends are around.

Jamie is for the most part quite the friendly little student, even towards the jerks. She is almost always seen with a smile on her face and tries to give help to anyone who asks for it. She is giving and loving. Her determination and bravery are no doubt the reason she has a good group of friend to depend upon. Jamie likes being who she is and even if some people may find her annoying on some day, she doesn't really care, only if she gets the chance to be herself and enjoy her life to the fullest.

Jamie is a born leader, and a tough girl. She is passionate, and no matter what happens to her, nothing can extinguish the fire that burns behind her eyes.
However she has, like anyone, feelings she tries to hide. Her courage allows her to see past her own fear. She is a loner most of the time, and doesn't trust easily. She has no real friends, just a lot of acquaintances. Jamie finds it painfully hard to let down her defenses, and let anyone in, and in the end she is the one that suffers because of it. Jamie is a nice, endearing girl, with a lot of character. She is very compassionate and loyal. She has a fiery temper, which can get the best of her, and never hesitates to turn on anyone who deserves it. Although she tries to control her temper, it can get the beter of her, and some people hold that against her. She is a strong girl, who tries never to cry. People sometimes see her as distant, because, although they can tell her anything, and she will be loyal to them, she never tells them anything about herself.

Sample RP:

((from another site))

I thad been so long maybe too long since the trio had been to the famous Three Broomsticks and now it had finally been the day that they could go. Harry was non the less excited about the whole thing though when he found out that Ron couldn't go becasue he was spending some bonding time with his family which Harry was sure he wouldn't like, Harry felt somewhat disapointed though he still had Hermione and that was pretty darn awsome. It had always seemed that Hermione knew him the best anyone ever did one moment and didn't understand at at all the next moment. She was weird. Him and her. They always had a weird though great relationship and for that Harry was thankful. He was thankful to have such good friends that stuck by him each and every day through the good and the bad.

Harry now stood in the Gryffindor Common Room awaiting Hermione to be ready. A hand lifte din the air and ruffled his hair a bit running his fingers through it trying to get it to aleast half way to behave itself though as usual it didn't much. Finally when she walked down towards him he smiled softly. "Wow.", he said softly to himself because yet again she looked magnificent. Turning on his heel he walked side by side with her and out of the portrait hole and into the halls of Hogwarts, where they walked for what seemed like forever until they finally hit the outside. Being seventeen and all was great. They could apparate, but Harry had forgotten that they couldn't inside Hogwart's Grounds and when he tried and failed, Hermione simply reminded him, making him feel like an idiot.

Once they finally where out of the Hogwart's barrier, Harry quickly took Hermione's hand and they instantly disappeared with a loud pop and found themselves in Hogsmeade. A warm feeling arose in the pit of Harry's stomach as his emerald green eyes scanned around watching everyone's actions. He walked in a sort of happy way still side by side with Hermione. He didn't know exactly what to say at this moment. Usually with Ron there everything was interesting and never a dull nor quiet moment.

Harry held the door for Hermione and felt slightly weird by his own actions but shrugged the thought of it out as he and her sat down in a vaccant table, across from eachother. "Er..", he started, raising a hand and ruffling his hair a bit before lowering it. "Read the prophet lately, Hermione..?", he asked quietly, eyeing her before looking around at the other people.

You have qualities from all three house....Must be Sournois

[sophiekingston]

First Name: Sophie
Last Name: Clare
Age: 16
Appearance:

History: Sophie is a pure-blood which, born of Carmela & Dennis Clare in a small town just south of Paris. Her mother works for the ministry and her father works at a muggle bank. She was raised with both magical and muggle traditions, but definitely favored to magic way. She was raised to be proud of her blood status, but also not to look down to anybody of different standings, though her mother accidently passed on some of her more elitist points of view.
Sophie spent her first 5 years at Hogwarts and was in the Slytherin house. Her parents decided that that wanted her to study closer to home, and transfered her to Beauxbatons.
Personality: When you first meet Sophie, she comes off as a sweet, shy girl. But once you get to know her, she becomes a very talkative, sarcastic girl. She can be very trustworthy, caring friend if she feels you deserve it. If, however, she decides not to like you, you will definitely know about it. Since she is an only child, she's a bit selfish and commanding and she's not very accostumed to the word "no". In school, she's polite to her teachers and does most of her work on time.
Sample RP::
As Sophie sat in her room packing her trunk for Beauxbatons, she began to reminisce over her years at Hogwarts. Though she would miss it, she was glad to begin this new chapter in her life. She threw threw her last few items into the trunk and slammed it shut. All done with that, she thought.
She ran down the stairs with her trunk in tow. "Mom I'm ready to go," she yelled through the house. She got no reply. "Come on Mom, we need to go I can't be late. I absolutely cannot miss the carriage on my first year there." She said as she walked through the house impatiently. Where had her mother gone? She looked out the window at the backyard and finally found her mom outside gardening. "Mom you can't be doing that now, we need to go!" she told her mom.
"Where are we going, sweetie?" her mom asked. Had she really forgotten? That was so typical of her mother, and it would be one thing Sophie would not miss.
"Mom, today is my first day at Beauxbatons. Did you seriously forget?" Sophie asked with a very impatient tone.
Finally her the blonde woman, who was basically an older version of Sophie, looked as though a lightbulb had finally went off over her head, "Oh, yes of course Sophie. Right, well we better get going than," she said, suddenly losing the clueless look and got rather misty-eyed.

Must be Sournois

[savvychops13]

Name: Alexander Wes
Nickname: Alex
Age: 17

Appearance:


Personality:

[Laid Back/Down to Earth]:
Alex is the type of guy that'll get on the couch, grab the remote, and start flipping through all the HBO channels 'till he finds Shawshank Redemption or something else similar to that. He'll be up for going to the movies on a Wendesday night, staying up in the common room 'till 5 am just chillin' with his buddies, or go for a snack run for his crush/girlfriend.

[Activeish]:
Going out and running for 3 hours straight aren't excatly on Alex's To Do List everyday. As a matter of fact, he just scratches that opition off everyday. Running 2 laps around the lake or lifting weights for 30 minutes Alex can handle. Those are things he could live with doing.

[Sweet/Loyal]:
Alex will go out of his way for any of his friends, mainly girls that happen to be friends. He's always there... no matter what. He never turns his back on anyone from any reason. If you shot Alex & he just got out of the hospital, he'd go up to you and give you a hug when he sees you (Depends on who shot him actually). He'll set up picnic's under the stars, a romantic and private concert for just him and his girl, and he'll even go on a 75% discount SALE for his girl. Can he get any sweeter?

[Talented]:
Alex likes to write music. It's like his passion... he can't live without it. He's even named his guitar, Sally (Don't ask).

History: Alex's mom, Patricia, was just a girl who got knocked up at 17 and happened to get married 4 months after she found out. Meet Kris, Alex's dad, 20 going on 21 at the time he and Patricia got married. Okay, if you consider eloping getting married. Everything was perfect; WRONG! When Patricia managed to tell her mom that Alex was on the way AND she had eloped, Grandma & Grandpa Wes kicked her out; leaving her with nothing but the clothes on her back. Harsh right? But it was their way of her learning a lesson. So, you know how Alex was concived and what it was like in the womb... let's skip two years from then. Alex was of course, 2, and living with his parents in a cramped apartment of 4th and Manchester Street. Poor Patricia working double shifts while Kris worked 9 and a half hours at a License Plate Factory (not all that exciting). Patricia had managed to get the grandparents to take Alex while she & Kris worked. It wasn't long 'till the two eventually split, financial reasons, when Alex was only 5-years-old.

When Alex was 11-years-old, he picked up his first guitar, and started learning how to play music. Ever since, it's been the only thing he can really count on (He doesn't trust people easily y'know). But yeah... music was his life for the next 4 years, he never came out of his room. When Alex turned 16, that's when he discovered he was magical. You can only imagine what it must've felt like. Getting a Beauxbaton's letter saying that you are accepted and you haven't even known for the past 16 years that it even exsisted. And here he is, learning all about Magic & trying to find who he is. (Choppy.. Sorry).

Sample Roleplay: Alex rushed out of the house, his guitar case clutched in his hands, and the horn of a Mini Van honking; breaking the silence that filled the snow covered street. "Alright, Alright!" Alex yelled as he pulled back the backseat door and slid on the grey, leather seats. "Jeeze Alex. Could you've tooken any longer?" Mandy, Alex's girlfriend, questioned and turned in her seat to face Alex. "I'm sorry babe. Y'know, being late for gigs is what I do best." Alex pointed out as he leaned forward, giving Mandy a little peck.

"C'mon guys! No kissing tonight. We're professionals." A squeeky voice came from the drivers seat. "Jason... just drive okay? There's no kissing going on back here." Alex nervously said and wraped one arm around Mandy's shoulder, giving her a few kisses on the cheek. "Liar!" Jason yelled as he pulled the car away from the sidewalk and drove down the street. "Y'know, people catch you doing that 'kissing' thing they're not gonna think we're professionals. We'll look like a bunch of wild teenagers." Jason said and looked at the two from his mirror. "Jason... we ARE wild teenagers. Wild teenagers that play music and kiss at gigs. Big deal." Mandy explained and gave a little giggle.

"Yeah, yeah... whatever."

Must be Cossu

[ellablack]

First Name:Twila
Last Name: Beutons(Bo-tons)
Age: 13

Appearance:
Her hair is a silvery-blond.Twila's eyes are emerald green in color.She is about 6 feet tall,coming from a line of tall wizards and witches.She wears the Beauxbatons uniform,although she normally wears a blue and white dress shown in the picture..Her shoes are light blue with gold buckles.Her hair is in a braided bun and her bangs frame her heart-shaped face.

History:Twila Beutons was born thirteen years ago in the heart of France;Paris.She was the third daughter of Emilia and Jonathan Beutons,one of the most wealthy families in Paris.Her parents were pure-blooded,although not as vain as some families.When Twila was eight,her elder sisters attended their first year in Beauxbatons.Always overshadowed,she tries to prove herself,and show the world that she is not at all like her sisters.When she was 10,her mother died,leaving her widower father to care for his three daughters.Her father is currently dating a woman about five years younger then him who is cruel to his daughters when Mr.Beutons is not around.Currently,the three Beutons Sisters are working on a way to rid themselves of the horridly beauty that is Susan Lablan,the witch dating their father.All of her grandparents are alive.Twila,Rowena,and Annika are very angry with their father for dating Susan Lanblan.

Personality:: Twila is a bookworm.She is kind,but mean to those who are mean to those younger then they are.Twila is unusually gifted and hopes to be a great witch who could one day help benefit wizards and witches everywhere.

Sample RP:: Twila glanced at the picture of her mother,an exceptionally beautiful and kind witch."Mother,"she whispered."Father is seeing a witch named Susan Lanblan.Annika and Rowena hate her as well as I.Please mother,rid us of her."The picture gave no response.Twila gave a strangled cry and launched herself at her bed.Annika wandered into Twila's room."Come Twila,we must pack.It is your third year.Enjoy Beauxbatons."Annika twirled gracefully out of the room.Twila walked towards her trunk,feeling numb."I am finished."she whispered a moment later.She hated her father at this moment,and wished she was at Beauxbatons this very moment.

Please space after sentences!

Must be Cossu

[tori]

Name: Tori Hamamoto
Age: 16

Personality: Tori is a smart but yet outgoing girl she could help with your homework if you wanted her to. And then she could go up to anybody and make friends really easily she has lots of friends. But that also comes with alot of enemies some people don't like that about her they say she is too nice but she doesn't care. Everybody has those kind of problems she is also very loyal and trust worthy and she is very flirt with the guys it is so much fun to flirt with guys.

History: Tori is the only child of Ami and Toshi Hamamoto her parents spoiled her when she was little. Because after she was born her mother had gotten cancer and couldn't conceive any more children. When tori was five her mother passed on and her dad packed her up and they went to live with her grandmother. Tori was sad that her mom died but she had her dad and grandmother and they loved her and took care of her very well she had a good child hood. last year her dad died in a accident and nobody to this day know why tori was crushed but she had to stay strong. If she didn't and fell apart her grandmother would have nobody to keep her strong. She didn't know why she had to go to school but her grandmother told her to. So she went and she writes her grandmother everyday but she is happy that her parents are together again.

Appearance:

Sample RP:
Tori looked around the room still half asleep and feel back on her bed she had to go to town today. But she was so tired that would teach her not to stay up until three in the morning. She looked out the window it couldn't past three in the afternoon so she looked at her clock. "Oh I want to go back to bed" she said climbing back in bed it was nine thirty in the morning still way to early for her to be up anyway. She climbed under the covers and closed her eyes but she couldn't fall asleep "I swear" she said getting out of bed. Tori didn't even make the bed she didn't care she was to tired to do that much.

She went to the bathroom and brushed her hair and teeth and went back to the window. It didn't look that crowded in the streets so she went to the bathroom and took a shower and came back out. And went into her closet to get something out to wear for that day after finding a pale blue dress with blue sandals she came back out. It was okay weather but she decided to put her hair up and she was not going to wear make up that day. Her skin was soft and was blemish free for that day at least she got her things and locked her house and was off. Tori saw some of her friends out with their boyfriend Tori was touchy about that subject she had always been well since she got out of school.

See tori used to like this boy named Jared Masters and she didn't have a problem talking to any boys except him. She didn't know why but when she got around him she got all quiet and smiled alot. He probably thought she was some kind of freak is she was him she would have thought like that to. Tori watched him in between classes and all her friends said go talk to him but toriwas the kind of girl you had to come to. She was just so used to it but at least she tried of course she ran off when she got up to him. Come to think of it the last time she heard about him was that he became an auror and he still looked the same. Tori blushed at all this but her happiness faded when she passed Madam Puddifoot's it was a place couples went to. Tori sat on the bench outside thinking about how different it would be if she had said something to him about how she felt.

Must be Rouerie

[emma77]

First Name: Fleur Ana
Last Name: Delon
Age: 13

Appearance:


History: Fleur Ana Delon was born Nice,France. She hadn't discovered that she was a witch until her 9 birthday when her mother decided to tell her. Her mother,Ana was Pure blood and her step-father, James was muggle born. Fleur's real father was dead;he was a Death Eater. No one knew how he died, Fleur's mother wouldn't speak of him. He has been out of the picture for five years now. Fleur Ana has two sisters Michelle and Bridgette. Bridgette is also 13 years old and going to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry, Michelle is attending there too, Michelle is Fleur Ana's step-sister and they despised each other a lot so Fleur's parents decided to split them apart. Fleur Ana was never lonely loving relatives always surrounded her. Michelle was mean and selfish, while Bridgette was sweet, kind, and simple. Michelle looked nothing like Fleur Ana and Bridgette. Michelle had stunning black locks and cold dark eyes, and her frame was thin and frail looking. Bridgette and Fleur Ana on the other hand both had long blonde hair, and exquisite forest green eyes. Bridgette was short and petite, while Fleur Ana was tall and skinny. Anyway Michelle avoided Fleur Ana and Bridgette, the only thing she would talk about in a conversation was how much better off she and her father, James, would be if he hadn't married my witch mother. Bridgette had several times tried to get at Michelle, but Fleur held her back. Bridgette never talked back to adults and only spoke when spoken to in public. She had manners and a lot of confidence. She didn't have trouble making friends.

Personality: Fleur Ana Delon is a very intelligent person; there is barely anything she hasn't read, she is very nice to everyone. Fleur Ana is brave and creative she's cunning and exciting to be around. She loves exploring,she breaks rules sometimes but she isn't all bad. She has a fine temper which can easily rise. Fleur Ana keeps her feelings bottled up, when she expresses them she feels utterly embarrassed. Fleur doesn't really care about her grades, she just likes having fun. She doesn't like being the center of attention, because she easily makes a fool out of herself. She acts before thinking which gets in the way. Fleur had trouble making friends because people had heard about her fathers death, and all feared her since they thought she was a Death Eater too. Fleur Ana is loyal and loving person.

Sample RP: Fleur Ana sat by the simmering blue lake thinking of Beauxbatons Academy. She was feeling nervous, since she would be new and wouldn't have any friends.She thought about the classes and which she would attend and how much it would all cost. Fleur Ana got up and walked to the dark manor and trudged up the stairs to Bridgette's room. She knocked lazily on Bridgette's door.
"Bridgette?"Fleur called in a whining voice. Bridgette quickly opened the door, and Fleur could see her excited face.
"Hey Fleur,aren't you excited to be starting school tomorrow!?" Bridgette exclaimed, stepping aside to let Fleur through.
"I guess so" Fleur replied with a shrug.
"Don't be nervous you'll do fine you can make friends easily!" Bridgette said, and Fleur Ana noticed a look of regret on her face. Bridgette was a very sensitive girl, who hated to be made fun of. She was close with there father and it pained her to talk about him.
"You'll have Michelle"Fleur Ana said sighing.
"I don't like Michelle that much"Bridgette responded. Bridgette hated Michelle because Michelle always teased Bridgette about being short; Bridgette is four foot nine.
"Alright, well good night I'm off to bed" Fleur Ana said yawing, she glanced sadly outside, she would miss her home. It had grown dark outside and shadows across the wall.
"Okay, good night, see you well i don't know when" Bridgette laughed her contagious laugh.
"Yea, bye" Fleur forced a smile she was exhausted. Bridgette shut her door behind Fleur quietly. Fleur Ana walked slowly down the moaning black stairs to the glowing blue bathroom. Fleur's mother liked everything to match, so basically ever room in the house had a specific color. She brushed her teeth and got into bed. She quickly fell asleep. The next morning she got up, dressed and ran to the kitchen.
"Good morning" Her mother said placing a bowl of porridge in front of Fleur Ana.
"Yeah, good morning....um when am I leaving?" Fleur Ana asked nervously.
"In.."Mrs.Delon checked her watch."Oh, dear, six minutes!"
"I'm to hungry" Fleur said looking down at her shaking hand.
"Are you sure Fleur" Mrs.Delon asked politely."Michelle and..." Before she could continue a stunning carriage pulled up.
"I better go I guess" Fleur whispered, her heart beating fast.
"Alright Fleur"Mrs.Delon kissed Fleur on the cheek, escorting her out. Mrs.Delon looked like she was about to cry. Fleur stepped into the sun. I'm doing it....im going to Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic!. Fleur bade her mother goodbye and stepped into the carriage, beginning her journey.

I think your RP could be better, maybe work on that.

Must be Sournois

[bubbleyboo2u2]

Name: Andrew Feora
Age: 11

Appearance: Andrew has brown hair and green-blue eyes. He is skinny and athletic looking. He is average for height and skinny, but not too skinny. His skin is a tanned peach, because he has recently been to Greece.


Personality: Andrew is very nice and caring and loves animals. You will probably find him in a corner reading, like his sister. He also likes long walks in the forests and homework. He is very intelligent, and kind of shy. He is gentle but can be a tad mean if you get on his nerves but that rarely ever happens. He enjoys reading and quidditch. He is an excellent seeker and Chaser. He also likes playing muggle sports with his sister, Fleura.


History: His mother’s name is Sophie Andrews, and she is a veela. And her family has been pure bloods since 1482. Her mother was half Greek, quarter French, and quarter English.

His father is Mark Fior and his family has been pure bloods since 1111. He is Quarter Danish, Quarter Portuguese, and Half English.

Right now they are living in France. Everyone knows French, even Mormor.
He has 4 sisters and 1 brother. All of his Grandparents are alive. He has 2 aunts and 1 uncle on her dad’s side. He has one aunt and three Uncles on her moms. She has one great aunt and one Great Uncle Left. The Great Uncle is from her mom’s side and the aunt from her dads. She has one Great Grandmother who they call Mormor. She's on her Dads side.

sorry It didn't get there.


Sample RP:
Andrew had just gotten home from a long day in the muggle world. He was selling vegetables in the sun and he had just worked on quidditch in his back yard. He went inside and his mother greeted him and he went upstairs to his room. He read a letter that his sister, Fleura had written him.
Dear Andrew,
As a first year I have to stay at Beauxbatons for the summer. I can’t wait for you to come. You can meet all my friends. There’s this guy named Rob Grisham and you might like him. I hope you have a good end of the summer.


Love,
Your sister,
Fleura Feora

Andrew reread the letter then looked at the stuff next to his bag. A wand, books, an owl cage, parchment, and quills. He thought about seeing his sisters face again and he smiled.

Must be Rouerie

[parkersilverstone]

First Name: Parker
Last Name: Silverstone
Age: 16

Appearance:

History: Parker comes from a large family. She has an older brother and sister, and a younger brother and sister. Her father works for the ministry of magic, and her mother is a healer. Parker wants to one day be a healer, if not a healer than she wants to work with animals. Her older brother and sister went to Hogwarts. She spent her first 3 years at Hogwarts, but her entire family moved to France for her fathers job, what, we don't know its highly confidential. Her younger brother and sister will one day attend Beauxbatons.

Personality: Parker, though can be girly girl, is more of a tomboy. She had more in common with her brothers than she did her sisters. She would rather be outside playing quidditch, than inside playing dolls. She would rather be comfortable, but can dress to kill as well. She usually has a ton of friends and gets along with everyone. She never starts the parties, but if there's one going on she is there and having a blast.

Sample RP:: "Mother I am going to be fine," Parker said for the hundredth time that day. Her mother was worried about her. A new house, a new school, and it seemed a new life. She didn't mind much, she had to leave her friends behind, but she still had her family, though at time she wanted to throttled them all. Plus she was already planning to go back and visit her friends soon, and hopefully they could come out and visit her as well. She went to her room and made sure she had everything she needed for her new school and life. She looked around the room that she had barely finished decorating and sighed, "Well here does nothing," she thought to herself. She went down the stares and said, "Ok I'm ready to go." to no one in particular and headed out the door.

Must be Rouerie

[grove]

"Bring on the filthy, dirty life, as long as it's not all a lie."
-Unknown

▐ Life And Love▐

Grove Devereux was born on the twentieth of May, 1989, making her sixteen years of age. However, ironically, she has had a bitter sixteen. There is nothing sweet about her family, if you would dare to cross the line and call them that. Her father is currently rotting in an Azkaban jail cell. Her mother is six feet under somewhere. Her older brother, Radius, lives on the street, begging for money. Sometimes, he stops in at shelters for a meal, but all the money he scrounges up by completing odd jobs goes straight to his serious drug addiction. Grove hasn't heard from her brother in months.

Besides her screwed-up family, Grove is basically your teen-aged-drama-queen with an extra huge appetite for adventure. She loves to get away with things, test her boundaries, one might say. Although she is a bit of a troublemaker, Grove really is an overall caring person, who is only in a bad situation.

Grove is particularily small for her age, although she makes up for it with immense feriocity. She is petite and pretty, with long eyelashes and a natural, heart-shaped face. Freckles dot her cheeks here and there, adding more to the natural beauty in which Grove surpluses in. Her thick, black hair just reaches the small of her back. Many say she precisely resembles her mum.

Grove comes from Great Britain. She lived in a small townhouse with her grandparents and a few cousins who would come and go basically as they pleased. She barely remembered her mum's warm smile, and her caring, gentle voice. Of course, she was only six when her mother was brutally murdered by her own father. Her father went in to hiding, but the ministry managed to find him and lock him up for good. Good riddance, accoding to Grove. There are a lot of family secrets which are beginning to unravel, bit by mesmorizing bit.

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Please read the first post of this thread and follow the format given there.

[singingjukebox]

First Name: Cassidy
Last Name: Moore
Age: 16 ears old
Appearance:

History:
Cassidy Amelia Moore was adopted on the day she was born, 12 August, to a loving couple, who already had 2 children. They loved her like she was their own. She hadn't a clue that she was actually adopted and her real parents have actually sold her to the Moores. The next two years went by quickly. Cassidy still didn't know she was adopted. The only thing in her way of getting a perfect life is the scikness her mother had.

Her mother was pregnant, and actually had cancer. On April 11, her baby brother, James, was given birth to. He was given brith a month before the actually delivery date. During the process of giving birth, Cassidy's adoptive mother actually died. Her father didn't know what to do. Whether to tell her the truth or not. He decided to keep it from her a little while more. He actually waited until she was 15 before telling her. Telling her who she really was and telling her about her family history.

The truth was, she was a witch. A pure blood, in fact. Her mother had abandoned her as Death Eaters were after her and she didn't want her baby to suffer. She sold Cassidy to a couple she knew could be trusted. Mikayla had asked her adoptive father why her mother was being chased. All her 'father' knew was that Cass's mother was an Order member.

A few weeks later, Cassid got a letter from Hogwarts. They wanted her to join them by being a student. Cassy, of course, had to agree to go. Although she would miss the only people she called family, she knew she had to do that. She knew she had to go to Hogwarts, in honour of her real mother. The mother who only sold her away because she wanted her daughter to be safe.


Personality:
Having been born to a family which consist of mostly boys, Cassidy has adapted their behaviours. For instatnce, she can have a fight with a centaur and still win the battle in the end. She is a tough girl who just doesn't know the meaning of 'losing'. She is often very competitive but her competitiveness goes down when it's her friends she's facing.

Behind her tough personality is a really soft one, which everyone has. She is actually a real sweetheart. Kind and caring, she is always trying to pep people up with her bright personality. She has quite a character, adding humor into anyones day with a bright smile to tip it off. Very rarely will you find her acting snobby and pissy to others. Loyalty is one of the main keys playing a role in her nature. If you are a true friend to the end, she is always there like a dog with a shoulder to cry on. That loyalty is important seen as how Mikayla is so outgoing and social. Though, she knows when to stop babbling on. It helps her to fit in better.

Sample RP::

Having been born a shopaholic, Cassidy has always spent most of her time in the mall. The mall was her place. A place were she could just relax and unwind. Having had the permission to go to the mall, Cassidy went up to her room and put on a white hoodie and a white mini skirt. It was what she would usually wear to the mall.

She then got into her jaguar and drove off to the mall. She pretty much just wanted to do her usual thing there. Chat with the people she knew and buy stuff with the money she had saved. Her father would never agree for her to go to the mall if he had to lend Cass his credit cards. He knew that she would just scratch them empty.

After half an hour of singing with the radio, Cass finally reached the mall. She was up for some serious shopping. She parked her car, locked it and got into the mall. She looked around, trying to decide which shop to go to. She walked around, still not making up her mind.

After carefully thinking of where to go, Cassidy spotted her favourite shop in the whole mall. "Hollister, here I come..." she said out loud and walked towards the shop. There, she canned through the shelves, trying to look for something that she would look good in.

Being fairly distracted in choosing, she didn't notice where she was going and bumped into a girl - a teenager - she knew quite well. She turned around to apologise and found that she had bumped into Hailee. "Hailee!" she said, louder than her usual voice.

For the sample RP, can you please try using your character.
Updated!

[roxyanne]

First Name: Roxyanne
Last Name: Septiar
Age: 17
Appearance:

History: Roxayanne Septiar was born to Robert and Tracey Septiar on April 6, 1990 in Philadelphia, PA. She is the oldest of three girls, her two younger sisters are Lauren and Kelsie Septiar. After living in Philly for her entire life Roxy was ready for a change, and that change came when her grandfather died and they moved to France to take care of her Grand-mère (grandmother). Instantly Roxy loved France. The atomosphere was exactly what she was looking for and a mojor perk was the Art. France was the perfect place for Roxy to begin her life as an artist. At least until she received her letter.

Personality: Roxy is a beautiful girl with shoulder length Blonde hair. She has an excellent sense of fashion and love to cheer. She was a cheerleader since she was in elementary school. Although she may be a cheerleader she isn't the stuck up snob that cheerleaders are stereotyped to be. Sh is sweet and funny and loves to meet new people. She is very fit and is trained in martial arts. Cheerleaing may be Roxy's hooby but art is Roxy's passion, and she intended on attending art school, but then she got her letter to Beauxbatons and is ready to begin a new adventure.

Sample RP: Reading and rereading her letter Roxy began to realize that this was know joke. For the past day and a half Roxy has been trying to figure out how her sisters got an owl to deliver a letter stating that she would be attending Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, but now that she has been go over it again and again she knows that their is no way they couldv'e done. She may love her sisters but their not that clever. Now that she knows she is going she couldn't be more excited and can't wait to begin this new aventure magique (magical adventure) that her Grand-mère knows more about than she is letting on.:


Must be Rouerie

[dancingqueen]

First Name: Amanda
Last Name: DuBeau
Age: 13
Appearance: the.honoluluadvertiser.com/dailypix/2007/Apr/27/FPI704270311AR_b.jpg
History: Amanda was born in Paris but raised in America. Two years ago she moved back to Paris, for her mother's acting career. She prospered in Paris learning how to speak fluent French and makes some of the best French cuisine in her papa's restaurant. Last month Amanda was very pleased to get acceptance letters from both Hogwarts and Beauxbatons, she and her parents decided that Beauxbatons, being closer to home and the school that her mother went to, would be perfect.
Personality: Amanda loves to be active in th preforming arts, like her mother, and enjoys learning about her backgrounds, being part fairy and all. She is loving and kind to people and animals. Her hobbies include riding her father's dragon in the mountains, playing the cello, reading, and boys
Sample RP:: Amanda packed her baby pink suitcases to the brim, she had a bit trouble closing the zipper, having to sit and cram all her necessities into three small suitcases was a bit of a challenge. After a good fifteen minutes she finally closed the last few inches with a loud zipping sound. She heard her mother's voice at the base of the stairs
"Ours de miel?"
(Amanda's mother always called her Ours de miel, which in French is honey bear)
Amanda hollered down "Oui? What is it?"
Amanda's mother then said "Amanda the carrage will be here shortly! Hurry dear!!!"
"Yes mama"
Amanda galloped down the stairs fumbling with her heavy suitcases. Her parents were standing in the entry way smiling. But as Amanda approached her parents her mother couldn't hold back the sadness of her "baby girl" leaving for such a long time. Her lovely violet eyes stared to fill with tears and she ran forward and hugged Amanda.
"Mother, I'll be home in a few months, for Christmas. There is no need to cry."
Amanda's father stepped forward and joined the group. They looked out the window at the approaching carrage then smiled at each other and helped Amanda carry her pink suitcases out the door.


You need to work on your RP sample a bit more. Then I'll sort you.
((better?? ;D))

[dramaqueen890225]

First Name: Madeline
Last Name: Van Dousen
Age: 14

Appearance: Madeline has long silky blonde hair.She may be tall,but she does have 1/3 fairy blood.

History: Madeline has a mother,father,and 2 younger sisters.They are Abigal and Lilly. Her mother is part fairy and fullblood.Her father is somehow related to the Delacours,making them his fourth cousin 2 times removed. Her father hits her,her sisters and her mother.They of course tell no one which is a big mistake on their part. Madeline hates her father so much that she never wants to go back home.

Personality: she has wonderful character!She loves being around people. Shes a touch-me-not. She hates giving and receiving hugs.She is a very sweet girl with amazing manners. Her teachers are so pleased to have her in their class.

Sample RP:: Madeline walked to the carriges."Goodbye mum." Her father hugged her. Wow.She thought to herself.Another year at Beauxbatons. She hopped into the carriges and smiled to herself.She finally was going...and she deciced that right then and there,she was never coming back.She had more important things to do.Who cares if her father beats her? She didnt have to see them again.No one would have to know about them. She wouldnt have to tell anyone about him. Oh! What about Anna? She's my best friend and she doesnt know im running away! Well...she'll find out sooner or later i suppose. "Madeline...goodbye." Her father told her. He also whispered where no one could hear," If you tell a single soul about how i lose control sometimes...well you may not see the end of tomorrow."

I need more on your history, personality, and a much longer RP sample.

This still stands

Please check your spelling and there are also some spacing issues you need to correct.

Still stands on spelling errors.