Sorting (Term Seven)

[grove]

grove said:

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

((Ch...yeah. Completely missed that post o.o Sorry much...))

▐ Life And Love▐

First Name:
Grove
Last Name:
Devereux
Age:
16
Appearance:
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.
History:
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.

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.
Personality:
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.
Sample RP::
It's easy to blend in to the crowd, to disapear into the mainstream. Grove sat, her black hair wisped up into a ponytail, her ipod flaring in her ears. She wore a black turtleneck, accompanied by a very short miniskirt. She had just recieved a letter from her father, basically whining about the cruel treatment the dementors had been giving him all this time. A letter like this was the icing on the cake, and she kept all the letters her father sent her tucked in her folder. She loved to hear of the misery he was going through, knowing that he had killed her beloved mother.

Grove carefully pushed a long lock of black hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. She scrolled through her song list, chewing her gum loudly. Grove was sitting in a park chair, humming under her breath to the melancholy tunes. She had the letter tucked in her back pocket for safe keeping, but it was a wonder she could fit anything in her pockets with her skirt being so tight. She sighed deeply, thinking, 'Just another day...' to herself.

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Difficult one... but... must be Sournois

[flamedelacour]

so all i need to do is reply to this to be sorted. If so:
My Name Is Danielle Androski
I am 14 years old
I am 5'6", Have long blonde hair and blue eyes
I was born in Venice Italy and moved to France at age 7. My family is pure blood although I dont think blood matters when meeting a person. I have two sisters Gabriell and Fleur. My grandmother was a veela so I am 1/4 veela. My wand is 13.4" made of stained black maple and its core is veela hair from my grandmother. My nickname (Flame) comes from my ex-boyfriend who called me Flamme as a compliment so when we broke up I made him feel sorry by have my friends call me flame and the name stuck.
I believe i am outgoing or so I am told. I love to learn excpecialy about magic. I love animals. My sister gabriell says that I am too protective and Fleur says I am a good roll model.
She was walking down a lonely road in late december. The sky was a deep gold so she knew that it was too late. You must come to the lake before sundown or I will hunt you down.....And kill you. She was recalling the what she had heard a mear two hours earlier from a cloaked figure. She burst into a run but the frost was to much and she fell to the ground and hit her arm hard against the frozen ground. She knew she must keep going so she got up and went on. There was one way through. Incend-. She was inturupted by a high pitched voice saying Sectumsempra. Then........darkness.

You need to use my code

[callum]

First Name: Callum

Last Name: De'Ath

Age: 15

Appearance:


History: I come from a long line of pure blood wizards, not all good ones! My grandmother, Nikita Rankin married a man called Rodolphus LeStrange when they were only 18 years old. They were happy for the next ten and a half years before my grandmother found out that my father had a secret, he was a dark wizard. They had many arguements and in the end she had to flee that country as she was told that if she did not leave he would kill her. So she moved to France and my grandmother had my father, Christopher. My father married a French witch called Belle De'Eath and they had me and twin sister Candi. My grandfather married another witch called Bellatrix and when she found out about him having a child before her she came to France and brutterly killed my father for being a blood traitor. She tried to kill my mother but we fled to the south of France. I attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for three years before we moved to France and I started Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Personality: Forever happy and joyful, Callum attracts friends particularly girls like flies. He is likeable and friendly, good to know and difficult to dislike. He is a real flirter and has drawn many a girl on without particularly meaning to, not necessarily realising but making good use of his gift. He blames the poor influence of his friends for this who have taken the responsibility of matchmaking, but their expertise leaves a lot to be desired thus if it wasn’t for his good nature overall he would have been getting a bad reputation for leading on so many girls. He does fairly well in his studies, though he doesn’t work very hard at them, therefore if he had ever set his mind to it, maybe he would be receiving better grades than he his.

Sample RP:: Callum was distracted from the Headmistress's speech by a very pretty blonde girl standing infront of him. He tried to catch her eye but she was ingrossed in the speech. Callum sighed as he looked around the first year group when he noticed a petite ginger girl behind him, she was plain but had something entranting about her. She looked at him and Callum winked at her with a cheeky smile. The girl giggled just as he heared his name being called out, he turned around to see the Deputy Head holding up the sorting cloak, he gave the ginger girl a quick smile before stepping forward onto the platform to be sorted.

Must be Rouerie

[crzywitch28]

First Name: Adrian
Last Name: Vochan
Age:14

Appearence:

History: Lidia, mother of the Vachon children is the only one beside her one daughter Adrian, to be accepted to attend Wizarding school. Lidia and Adrian were not always part of the Vochan family though, Adrian's biological father passed away when she was only 9. It was hard for Adrian, her and her father had this bond, that Adrian thought could never be broken. Lidia decided it would be best if they moved from America to leave the past behind them and Lidia for some reason after the death of her husband gave up her witch life and only wanted to raise a normal family. Lidia and Adrian moved to France and that is where Lidia found Nathan Vochan and his six sons (Nathan had divorced a couple years ago) After two years of dating, Nathan poped the question and of course, Lidia said "Yes." Adrian enjoyed her new father and brothers, all of them were older but she was happy. Lidia was loving her life too but the only thing that bothered her was how more un-lady like, Adrian had become. Lidia often thought that she was raising seven boys. Lidia little by little grew apart from her daughter.

Personality: Adrian is a big tomboy, being with her six older brothers can explain that, and also those 9 years close to her biological father. She enjoys art, drawing, painting, and pastels. Adrian also loves being active, she played many American sports. Adrian is very outgoing, hyper, very different, she is independent, she is also a big feminist, and loves playing pranks even though it gets her into trouble. Adrian has great people skills, but rarely uses them. She usually never backs down from a fight, doesn't matter age or size (she does give respect to adults though). What nobody knows is through Adrian's strong armor there is a soft-side and if you can bring it out or even see a tiny glimpse of it you have indeed accomplish something.

Sample RP:
Adrian came into her big white home, and walked onto there marble floors, dripping with mud. She slowly and quietly tried to make her way to her room .Adrian's jean shorts that reached passed her knees had many grass stains, her converse were all torn up (as usual), and her black shirt was covered in mud, and of course her black baseball hat was turned backwards and was completely covered in mud.
Lidia heard someone "Don't get my floors dirty.'' Lidia said joking. "You want to try some of this...." Lidia said turning around with a spoon full of soup in her hand. Lidia immediately dropped it and the hot soup spilled on to the floors. Adrian stopped immediately and excepted defeat, she sighed and faced her mother. "ADRIAN MARIE VACHON!!! What exactly do you think you are, a boy?. I mean how many times do we have to have this conversation. You are growing into a young lady act like it." Lidia said, shaking her head. "But Mo-" Adrian tried to say between her mothers sentences, she gave up again, she could never win against her mother. She did the one thing that she could, Adrian rolled her crystal blue eyes once more at her mother's ten thousandth repeated remark. "NATHAN! NATHAN! COME LOOK AT YOUR DAUGHTER." Lidia cried out, as if it was the end of the world. Nathan came rushing into the room. "What is it !?! What is it !?!" Nathan said frantically. "Look." Lidia screeched while pointing at Adrian. "What's the problem?" Nathan said confused. Nathan finally catched on, after looking at his step-daughter. "That's nothing, a long hot bath will do the trick." Nathan said as winked at Adrian, meaning he would take care of the situation. Adrian finally got a chance to speak. "Uhhh...see...I was teaching, them how to play American football and like dad said there's nothing a long hot bath cant do." Adrian said quickly and ran upstairs.

Must be Cossu

[rosalynnchevalier]

First Name: Rosalynn
Last Name: Chevalier
Age: 15
Appearance:


History:

Rosalynn was born one late December evening to parents Modestine and Delphine Chevalier. The Chevaliers were an elite, pure-blooded family of considerable wealth; they resided in a secluded mansion a few miles east of Marseille. Her parents, especially her mother, were strong advocates of blood purity and refused to associate with wizards of 'contaminated bloodlines.'

She scarcely ever saw her father. Modestine was employed by the Ministry of Magic as an official of the Department of Education; not only was he a workaholic, but he made special effort to stay at the office to avoid coming home to his sadistic wife. Because of her father's almost perpetual absence, Rosalynn was left in the constant care of Delphine.

Her mother was a very controlling and influential force in her life: being a complete megalomaniac, she kept her daughter on an unbelievably tight leash and controlled almost every single aspect of her daily environment. A cold and unfeeling woman, Delphine very rarely showed any signs of maternal love toward her daughter; this probably accounts for Rosalynn's own cold personality.

Rosalynn spent most of her days inside, either reading books given to her by Delphine or being taught her elementary subjects by a personal tutor. She didn't have any real friends; the only children she ever interacted with were all chosen and approved by her mother, none of whom she particularly liked.

At last the day came that she received her acceptance letter to Beuxbatons Academy of Magic. She was mildly excited about it: the prospect of meeting new, hopefully intelligent and mature people interested her; moreover, she was looking forward to a change of scenery and spending some time away from her psychopathic mother.

Personality:

Rosalynn isn't a very pleasant person: she's an apathetic girl who finds it hard to empathize with the troubles and sorrows of others. She is far from outgoing and usually avoids conversing with others; when she notices that someone is worth her time, however, she won't hesitate to talk to him/her.

She shares a few aspects of her personality with her mother, such as megalomania and an evident sadistic streak to a far less degree than her mother, of course.) Rosalynn has the need to have a certain degree of control over people and can get pretty violent if her authority is challenged.

However, she does have a variety of good qualities: she's a strong-willed, intelligent girl who isn't afraid to stand up for herself or others (although she rarely does the latter.) Rosalynn is also very outspoken, although not overly opinionated.

Sample RP::

Light was shining down through the many branches overlooking the expansive garden of the Chevalier estate, the radiant beams of sunlight illuminating the hundreds upon hundreds of multicolored leaves. The air was crisp and cool; not the chilly air of winter, no, but it signified the end of summer and the beginning of another autumn.

She was sitting at a small circular table positioned under several trees, their branches providing a soothing and comfortable shade; although fall was just around the corner, the blazing heat of summer had yet to subside. Bringing a cup of tea to her lips, she tested the warm liquid with her tongue before taking a small sip.

Her almond brown hues eventually drifted down to the parchment laid out on the table next to a plate of fresh pastries: her acceptance letter to Beuxbatons. This mere piece of paper signified so much: meeting new friends, expanding her horizons, and so forth. So very intriguing.

Rosalynn took another quick sip of her tea before setting the cup back down on the lawn table. Well, she had better get packing...Nah. The servants can take care of that.

Must be Sournois

[howard]

First Name: Howard
Last Name: Clark
Nickname: Scar
Age: 13

Appearance: Standing at 6'5 and weighing 245lbs (mostly muscle) and with and body covered in scars. He has long black messy hair and has an eyepatch over his right eye which is cursed. His right eye is just a red orb while his left is a normal blue.

History: Howard was born to a wizarding family which has a long running curse. Every male in the family is said to have a demon lurking inside of them and Howards right eye is proof of that. If he were to take off the eyepatch he would become crule and vicious thus he keeps it on at all times even while asleep. When Howard got his letter the family was a bit hesitant to send him since his curse was stronger then most of the other familys. However after much talk they finally sent him. The curse is said to only be able to be broken by love but Howard is to afraid to love.

Personality: Even though he is cursed he is actually a kind and shy boy who just wants to make friends. However due to his fear of hurting the ones he cares about he tries to distance himself from others. He has great difficulty makeing friends exspecialy with girls since he is always afraid of hurting anyone. This fear came from him killing his brother when he was five years old. His family kept it seceret however.

Sample RP: Howard was packing his things preparing for his first year at Beauxbatons. Fear was riping through him as he packed. His family was against him going. They were all afraid that the curse might get him thrown in Azkaban. He however didn't care. His love for learning was to great. He finished packing and headed down to the carriage that awaited him. He got in and he was officaly on his way. As he sat in the carriage he began to read one of his favorite books ""Demons and the like"" A book that listed several known demons including the one that plagued him. The demon was called a Beserker demon which possesed the body of a human and caused them to murder anyone in their path. He had read the book many times hopeing to find a way to rid himself of the demon but the only thing it said was you had to surround yourself with love and the demon would eventually weaken but never leave. This only made him dispair more since every person who had cared for him he had either hurt or worse. He put his hand to his eye and sighed. "I might never get ride of this curse but at least I can try" He said. He sighed again then continued to read.

Must be Sournois

[lyric]

First Name:
Lyric
Last Name:
Myth
Age:
15
Appearance:

History:
Lyric Myth was born in London on a chilly winter morning. Ever since she was a small child she knew of her magical powers. Lyric is a very good witch and exceeds at almost everything she does. She wishes to be in the Ministry of Magic after finishing school.
Personality:
Lyric can be one tough cookie. Study non-stop and ignore everything and everyone around her. She does like to have fun though. She's really easy to get along with and when she's with her closest friends, well, those are the times she's silliest.
Sample RP::

Tired. Drew rubbed at her eyes and pushed off the covers tangled around her ankles, like hands dragging her away from her soft pillow. Slowly, she sat up on the twin bed. A loud yawn escaped from her , quite odd for someone her size. She rubbed her right elbow, having rememberance of tossing and turning the night before. Drew figured she had banged her elbow on the plae, white wall that her ratty bed was pushed up against. 'Lullaby, and good night, go to sleep little baby...' Her mothers soft voiced floated in her head and she shook away the simple lullaby her mother used to sing to her when she was younger, in Italy, her home. A faint dream skipped across her eyes and dissapeared almost instantly. A small chunk of the dream, she still clung to, the details fuzzy. Herself, with another person. Their fingers laced. That's all. She stored that small piece of dream away, deep in her mind, hiding it like someone else might steal it if they stared at her long enough.

Slowly. Drew swung her legs back and forth over the edge of her bed. She stood up and walked over to her dresser straight across the room from her bed. An oval mirror sets on top the pink smelling dresser. Small perfume bottles, half full, wait for her hand to reach towards them and splash across her finger, their faint smell of beauty on her wrists and neck. Drew opens the drawer, it slids out,'clunk', it says, telling her that it's fully open. She pulls out a pair of dark blue jeans and a black tank top. She takes off her read tank top and soft, cloth sleeping shorts and tosses them on to her cluttered bed. Quickly, not looking down at herself, self-consious, she slides the jeans on and pulls the shirt on over her head. Drew sighed and brushed her fingers over the glass perfume bottles. She blew her bangs away from her eyes and decided on the largest bottle. She dabbed the cent on both wrists and both sides of her neck.

Drew walked back over to her bed and pulled out a shoe box from under the metal frame. She flipped off the lid and pulled out seven bracelets. She pushed them over her hand and they rested silently on her wrists. she replaced the lid and walked back to her dresser, picked up her silver heart locket and clasped it around her neck. Drew opened the door of her small bedroom and walked to the kitchen where her mother stood, holding a cereal bowl, most of the milk swimming around the bottom. an envelope sat on the counter. Drew smiled at her mother and picked up the envelope and headed out the door.

List. Drew organized a grocer list in her mind. Ham, grapes, milk, bread, cereal... she continued on in her mind as she walked towards the grocery store, not far from where she lived.

Shocked by the automatic doors to the grocery store, she jumped back and gasped. She walked in, lightly blushing, embarrassed at her stupidity. She strolled towards the refrigerator, carrying a basket.

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Must be Sournois

[ryden]

First Name; Ryden
Last Name; Sinclair
Age; Sixteen

A P P E A R A N C E ; ;

H a i r ;
His dar brown, almost black, colored choppy hair covers most all of his face. His bangs come to about his mouth, his hair sticks up in random places and is different lengths all around.

E y e s ;
The beautiful blue-green eyes are never visiable through his hair. But if you ever catch a glimpse you would never forget the bright color. His mood reflects through his eyes aswell, lighter // happier, darker // angry. To bad you'll never see them.

B o d y S t r u c t u r e ;
He has a very feminine body, short, skinny, with a little muscle tone to him aswell. He is about 5'5 probably shorter then most the othre guys, but short works for him. Sadly he had his growth spurt at his younger age. ]:

C o m p l e x i o n ;
As white as snow...

H i s t o r y ; ;

Born in Italy, Ryden an only child had a prettly normal life. Nothing very dramatic happens in a family of three. Especially when you have parents like his, you know the kind, that really love each other and are always happy. The annoying ones. Those are the kind of parents he has.

Ryden wasnt exactly what his parents had expected but they love him anyways. The small town in Italy where he grew up he never got along with others well. They seemed to think he was crazy, with the dark cloths he always wore, the type of music he liked. He never fit in the muggle schools he attended throughout his life.

He was always the 'dark smart kid' who got his ass kicked each time he turned around. That has made him sort of anti-social, his parents love spending time with him, yet he chooses to be alone all the time. Which probably isnt the best thing for a sixteen year old kid. To be alone all the time.

P e r s o n a l i t y ; ;

He is a very independent person, he doesn't [ wont ] let anyone get close to him. He is very negative when it comes to the future, well he's negative toward anything really, but he doesn't like to admit it. Tragically honest, blunt, bold, secretive. Loyal and very reliable, determined, and passionate. Expresses himself in many ways, music and art being the most.
oh! and he is a very romantic guy. <3

A r r p e e ; ;

Crawling out of her bed Lainy tip-toed to her trunk trying not to wake up any of the Mihael girls. Opening her trunk it made a creeking sound making Lainy jump not really expecting it. Once it was fully open she glanced around the room hoping none of them had woken up. She would hate to have some grouchy girl get mad at her because she couldnt sleep. That would be sad. Squinting her eyes as she dug quietly through her trunk she pulled out a white Cute Is What We Aim For t-shirt and tossed it onto her bed as she began to dig through her trunk once again. Grabbing the first pair of jeans she had her hands on she tossed them on her bed aswell.

Grabbing a random belt, pair of shoes, and her little bucket of chalk she slowly shut her trunk this time avoiding the creeking sound. Quickly changing out of her Hello Kitty pj bottoms into her black skinny jeans, she pulled her cupcake belt and did it up. Slipping her t-shirt over her black under shirt she slipped her feet into her black and white checkered shoes, grabbed her chalk and escaped quietly. Luckily Missus Allen had made it through basically all of the night before getting tired of trying to sleep, she would doze off, but wake up like five minutes later. That's when she decided she would get an early start this morning, because it was the morning, almost sunrise. [:

Out of the girls common room she walked over to a chair near a window, plopping down in it, she pulled her legs up and sat indian style looking out the window for the sun to come up. She wasnt really sure on how early she could wake up and leave the common room, so she figured when the sun started to show she could leave. Hopefully she wouldnt get into trouble, all she wanted to do was decorate Rose Petal Lane with some of her horrible drawings. Once the first year saw the big ball start to pop out from under the ground she hopped off the chair grabbed her chalk and raced out of the Mihael common room. Holding the handle with both of her hands she skipped her way out of the castle.

She was a morning person. [: She liked mornings, mostly because not a lot of people liked them, so she could laugh at them while they were sleepy and she wasnt. Dumb reason I know, cant think of anything better at the moment. Once she reached outside she took a deep breath and smiled cheerfully but she didn't move. Since she had been here she had been miss goodey good and went to all her classes and focused on her work, and didn't do any exploring so she didn't know how to get to the lane she heard some many wonderful things about. Tucking her red hair behind her ears she turned a random direction and hoped for the best. Eventually coming a cross her destination. <3

She tried to imagine this place when the sun was fully up, and with couples all together, with all the purty roses, but she couldnt. Shrugging a tiny bit she began to slowly walk down the lane a little ways looking for the perfect place to begin her masterpeice. Stopping in front of a bush she looked around shrugged her shoulders and got down on the ground. Putting her chalk to the side of her she pulled out the red layed down on her belly and started to draw the soon to be famous Harley the dinosaur. Maybe she would make Max the unicorn too. <3 It eventually became to quiet, as the sun seemed to get a little higher out of the ground, maybe she should have tried sleeping more. And come back later when this place was populated so it wasnt so quiet.

"They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies"

Yes there Lainy Allen was, lying on her belly singing Crushcrushcrush by Paramore drawing a dinosaur. ♥ He was red, with so far a slightly deformed head and a pretty big but for such a tiny guy.

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Must be Sournois

[aveline]

First Name: Aveline
Last Name: Ville
Age: 16

Appearance:

Aveline is a tall willowy girl, with long, thick dark red hair. She has soft blue eyes and full lips. She inherited most of her beauty from her mother a beautiful muggle lawyer. No one quite knows where her red hair came from but few can deny that it suits her.

History:

Aveline Ville was born in Nice, France in a chateau buy the beach with her muggle mother Alexandrie Ville. Her father Antoine Temes also a muggle fell for her beautiful mother but left shortly after little Aveline was born. Her mother is from a long line of successful muggles and expects the same from her only daughter, although at age seven Aveline was already pursuing an acting career against her mothers’ wishes. This changes after Aveline gets her letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic her mother was less than overjoyed but in time she did accept that she couldn’t stop her daughter from pursuing her future in magic so she set of to the magical world for the first time not realizing that a simple muggle life would never be enough for her again.

Personality:

Aveline Ville a smart, witty and vivacious young girl new to everything about the magical world she’s not put off by this obstacle. She strives to learn everything she can about the magical world and it is more than she ever could have dreamed. Her beauty and talent make her an adventure to be around despite the fact that she is a muggle born. She is good at everything that she pursues and enjoys everything about the magical world. She hates people who will judge her based on her blood and she is a fierce and loyal friend of which she has many. She is good at everything she does and unsurprisingly she is found to be a very talented Quidditch player although she has never been on a broom in her life.

Sample RP:

The soft summer clouds are touched with pink as the sun begins to set over Nice, mothers wearily call there children to come home as dusk is approaching. Alexandrie Ville waits anxiously for her own daughter to return home from school, although it is no ordinary school. Alexandrie still has the letter that would take her daughter from her. In mid July the previous year the letter had arrived with Madame Maxime from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic explaining that there were wizards all around the world living in secret and that her daughter had a place at the school and to think she had been worried about her daughter acting career affecting her future as a lawyer.
She looked out the window again and in a flash of blue light there her daughter was again. She watched her daughter walk purposely up to the front door, she observed her for a moment through the thin curtains she was taller than when she last saw her as she had decided to stay at school over the Christmas and Easter holidays and her hair was longer. Oh how beautiful she was the boys on the street were in up roar when the heard she was going to Boarding School for the Dramatically Gifted or so they thought. If only her father could have seen her know then perhaps he wouldn’t have left. After a few moments of reminiscing she got up to open the door and paused again for a moment could a year away from home change her daughter so much?
She opened the door and threw her arms around her daughter. “Oh I have missed you so much Ave my sweet, you have so much to tell me” Aveline relaxed into her mothers hug. “I’ve missed you too mama, it fells like a lifetime” Her mother held her at arms length to survey her daughter. “But mama,” she said breaking the silence “since when to you call me ‘my sweet’ and you haven’t hugged me like that since I was a child” Alexandrie stared into her daughters soft blue eyes and she saw that her daughter had changed. “Since my daughter doesn’t want to come home to see her own mother for the holidays” There was silence for a moment. “Mama,” Aveline began. “Your letter arrived from your headmistress Madame Maxime, she has consented to let you stay as the school over the summer next year as requested” “It’s not that –“ “It’s not that you don’t really want to see your family you just think that you need to focus on your education more, and I completely agree” she interrupted in a cold harsh voice. “You will go away to that school,” she said with contempt in every syllable “and you will never come home. I knew it when they first set home that letter that you would never want to leave” she said tearfully reminiscing “So you will, it will all be arranged with headmistress, you will return to school at the end of the week” she said not looking into her daughters fierce face. “That’s not fair –“ she began again “But it is true and that is all that matters my sweet” she said in a softer voice. “You may leave your thing Pierre we bring them up to your room” she said briskly.
Aveline stood there for along time she knew her mother would not take the news well but this was unbearable. Eventually she went up to her room with tears in her eyes. Her mother was the only one that could really make her cry.

Must be Cossu

[lunete]

First Name: Lunete

Last Name: Tichbourne

Age: 11

Appearance: Click

History: Lunete Marthe was born to a Pure-Blood French family, the Tichbourne's. She has lived in Marseille, France her whole life. Marseille is the home town of her family. She lives close to her cousin Shade Day, who's mother was a Tichbourne before marriage. Lunete mainly stayed with her mother throughout her childhood, her father worked at the French Ministry. She has one younger sister, Catherine, who will start school when Lunete is a third year. Music is one of Lunete's favorite things in the world. She prefers to sing, but her mother had taught her and her sister to play the piano at a very young age.

Personality: Lunete is very classy, and girly. She likes the better things in life, though is happy with everything she gets. She is very shy, even around people she has known for a long time. She is very to herself, and has been called a dreamer many, many times. When she is angry she likes to express it through music, along with any other emotion she has.

Sample RP: The large grandfather clock ticked loudly, and Lunete tapped her feet along with it. Other than that, the large Living Room was completely silent. "Can you quit that?" Lunete stilled her feet and turned around in her chair.

"Sorry." She smiled, tucking a piece of red hair behind her ear. The time of her performance had to be close. She smiled, and turned back toward the new piano her father had bought. It was sitting alone on the far east wall of the room, and many small wooden chairs hand been placed in three rows across from it. "Mum, when are they coming?" She said, quite impatiently to her mother, this time not even turning.

"Nearly time, darling, It's nearly time..."

Must be Cossu

[Liam Fowler]

First Name: Liam
Last Name: McAdam
Age:14

Appearance: Blond hair, sapphire eyes, elvish ears, thin, yet muscular build.

History: A young elf, he he was born in america, but was taken to an elven camp for training after the death of his parents. He was very excited to get his letter since he has not seen outside the elven training camp for 9 years. He currently has no friends that he knows of since he is American, but he is very outgoing and tries to make friends. his prized possesions are his father's bewitched diamond sword, his bewitched ruby sword, his mother's bewitched sapphire ocarina, and his only friends lucky pendant. his intelligence has driven him to create his own spell, one that turns dark energy against his opponent. Due to this, he nicknamed it the Soul punisher.

Personality: Liam is a very kind and peaceful person, he tries to avoid fights whenever possible and will only fight as a last resort or to defend his friends. He is very outgoing and has always been interested in learning or expeiriencing new things. His academic intelligence has been his tradmark since he was very young. He has been able to endure many insults and will only get annoyed when people try to decieve him. He is very enthusiastic in making friends with others. He lacks self confidence about his corauge and boldness.

Sample RP: Liam was saying his good byes. It was time that he left the elven training camp and head for Beauxbatons Academy. 'Liam!' Liam had turned to see an elven girl walk up to him. 'I heard you were leaving...' she said, trying to hold back a tear." "Cut the act! I know your just as happy as everyone else." he said. He had been hated in that camp for most of his life so he thought that she hated him also. 'what are you saying?!? i don't hate you...' Liam saw that she wasn't lieing. "you...you don't." he said in a bit of astonishment. the girl then hugged him and gave him a pendant with the elven symbol. 'i want you to have it...it brought me good luck, maybe it will bring you good luck aswell.' the girl smiled at him. "I promise you...when I return...I will be a stronger man..." he said, smiling. He then exited the gates and left the camp. He could not believe it, after nine years of being stuck in that camp, he could finally go somewhere else.

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[candylandqueen]

First Name:Jordan
Last Name: Channing
Age: 11

Appearance:


History: Jordan didn't have normal parents.She never had the joy of listening to fairy tales or watching classic Disney movies--In fact,if you were to ask her what Cinderella was she would probably give you a blank stare.Her parents were proud to say that they would have nothing to do with such nonsense as talk of Magic,thank you very much.And so it was that Jordan Imelda Channing grew up in the small suburb of Paris. When she was 11,Jordan received a strange letter in the mail.it was covered in stamps, excluding a small square in which her name and address was scribbled.After she had read it,she was practically in shock.She had always gone along with her parent' ways of denying anything except day-to-day boredom.And she decided she would this time,too.But with ever reread of the large parchment,her curiosity began to override her doubt.Finally,however much her parent's were unsupportive,she decided that she would go this this 'school'.

Personality: Jordan is a very outgoing little girl.Because of the family she grew up in,she has always acted older than her real age,though.She may seem a little snippish when you first meet her,but in short time she's actually a sweet little girl.Her favorite thing to do is acting-Though she is still working on her singing so that she can start a career in plays.

Sample RP::
The sun shone bright on the grounds of Beauxbatons Academy.Most of the school was lounging on the grounds,enjoying the rare sunlit day.Everyone looked comfortable,as though they belonged among the peace and serenity.But there was one girl,at the top of the hill,that looked as though she had been dropped on her head.

The little girl was Jordan,just as new to this strange world of Magic as she looked.Her long brown hair reached a little past her waist,brilliantly contrasting the light blue and whites of her uniform.She started to skip down the embankment,smiling.Most of the older students she passed gave her weird looks.She figured that there weren't many eleven year olds here.Never the less,she waved at them and continued on,smiling just as brightly as ever.

Jordan didn't stop her journey until she had reached the lake.She was in awe,from the brilliant shades of blue and green all mixing together.Believe it or not,she had never seen a body of water-not counting the fountain in her front yard.She sat down and folded her legs,sighing happily.If only every day could be like this.. She thought to herself.

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[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.

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[gabrielj]

Name: Gabriel Johnson

Age: 17

Appearance:

Personality:

Outside the classroom Gabriel is very social. Most of his time is spent talking to friends. He has even mastered the art of talking to someone while writing an essay and not writing down what he's say or saying what he's writing, which saves a lot of his time. His friends would probably say that he is quite annoying at times though. He may talk a lot but when he does it's usually a very intelligent conversation that would make most people have to think just to figure out what he was talking about let alone come up with a response. He has partially learned how to 'dumb' down his conversations but every now and then he slips up and can't help himself. He can generally look over the flaws of anyone. Most of the time he could care less how someone thinks or acts. The only people that he avoids are the kind of people that use the word mud-blood in day to day conversation. To Gabriel those kind of people are not worth his time and he's better off if he just tries to avoid them all together. That way he doesn't do anything that he would regret. He was sure that if someone were to push his buttons just right then he would react in a manner that would most likely get him expelled.

In the classroom Gabriel is one of the students that can answer any question as it is written in the text book. Gabriel is a very persistent student. He will never give up on the task at hand no matter what it may bay be.

History:

Gabriel found out he was a wizard when he was about seven. Of course at that time he didn't realize what it was. After his first display he just came to the conclusion that it was a trick of the light that made him think that there was actually glass around the display that he had nearly destroyed. He was forced to assume that he had imagined there being glass separating him from the mummy display at the museum. He couldn't help but think that it would have been foolish to keep a thing like that out of a glass display but he forced himself to quit thinking about it. Every time he used magic it became harder and harder for him to reason with himself and his parents what had happened. He actually had to fight to keep his parents from disowning him until he got his letter. Once he read his acceptance letter to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic he knew that this must have been the answer to all of the strange phenomenon that had been occurring in the previous years. At first his parents didn't want to accept it. They finally accepted it the day that they took him to King's Cross and saw for themselves the train that would take him to school.

Sample Rp: From another character I play

Charles rushed out of the common room in such a flustered hurry that he nearly knocked over a fellow Ravenclaw, but in his hurry he missed the identity of who he had nearly knocked over. Charles was going to be late to Transfigurations if he delayed much longer. He uttered a quick sorry to the Ravenclaw and proceeded to hurry on. He knew that Professor McGonagall would be furious if he was late. He definitely did not want to get on Professor McGonagall's bad side. He couldn't wait to be the first person to finish the new spell again, like he usually did. On the way he only met Peeves the Poltergeist, who was sticking bubble gum on the back of door handles so people would get their hands sticky when they turned the knob. "Peeves you know if Filch catches you doing that he'll try to get you thrown out of here again." He moved on knowing that no matter what he said Peeves wouldn't care.

He entered the transfiguration classroom moments later to find that the whole class had already started attempting to transfigure their desks into a dog, a task that so far nobody had yet completed. When he entered everyone turned to see who had entered after class had already started. "Ahh how great it is to be back in the class room,"(aloud but to himself). He ignored the commotion and immediately went to ask for instructions from Professor McGonagall and after receiving a detention for his tardiness and specific instructions of the task at hand, began his attempt to transfigure his desk. Charles walked up to his desk and carefully issued the required wand movements, and carefully annunciated the incantation. After approximately a half hour he succeeded in transfiguring the desk. The whole class was already so used to his skills that they didn't care when Professor McGonagall announced that he had mastered the spell faster than any other student, other than Hermione Granger. He then proceeded to do the incantation nonverbally. Which took him the rest of the class to get even remotely close to completely transfigure the desk. The only thing that was left was the seat of the desk instead of the hind end of a dog which was scampering around the room dragging the seat with him. This nonverbal spell proved to be very difficult indeed.

Charles decided that he would take a walk around the grounds before he went back to the common room, seeing as to how Transfigurations was his last class of the day he had time until he needed to go to bed. It was nearing winter now so the grounds were layered with snow. Charles wrapped his scarf tightly around him and walked toward the lake. As he walked the snow crunched and his pant legs and the hem of his robes got steadily damper. By the time he reached the lake he was so cold that he decided that he would go back to the common room and sit by the fire to dry off. He could do it magically but he preferred to feel the warmth of the fire on his body. Once inside the Entrance Hall Charles spotted a rather large Christmas tree being dragged through the doors to the Great Hall. He could only assume that Hagrid was hidden on the other side of that tree. Charles dodged up the marble staircase toward the Ravenclaw common room and hurried up the so familiar path to the dormitory. On the way back to the common room Filch had stopped Charles for tracking mud through the castle, Charles had forgotten to magically clean his shoes before entering the castle, which he did after he had received a detention on top of the one from Professor McGonagall. Charles then proceeded to the common room in a minorly heated attitude. Charles met no other people on the way to the common room.

He went into the common room and proceeded to start his History of Magic essay in the chair closest to the fire. He always had essays to do in History of Magic. Professor Binns always assigned long essays over pointless events in history. It had started snowing soon after Charles entered the castle. The windows were now collecting more and more snow as time went by. Charles had finished his essay in about three hours time without realizing how much time had gone past. He had even missed people coming into the common room. Now that he had finished the essay he was now a little more alert and he could now hear the buzzing of people conversing around him. He looked around and realized that most of his house had returned to the common room yet none of them had bothered him while he worked. After assuming that no one else would disturb him he set to proof-reading his essay. Every now and then he would erase a mistake and fix it with the distinct scratch of his quill against the parchment. He had finished fixing the essay with a proud smirk on his face that he was sure that was missed throughout the common room. He rolled up the parchment and stuffed it in his bag. He then stood up with his bag in hand and turned to go to the boys dormitory. He dropped beside his fore-poster and dropped into bed. He took out his contacts, drew back the curtains and shortly fell asleep.

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[adoncia]

OFirst Name: Adoncia – sometimes called Adon [AY-done] or Donny
Last Name: Patel
Age: 15
Appearance:


History:
Adoncia Patel has always been a quiet, calm person. She grew up as an only child on the edge of the southern half of Spain. Her father, Jorge, was a prosperous and kind-hearted muggle and her mother, Marina, was a soft-spoken French witch. Of course Marina was also very timid and although she loved her husband and trusted him, she was always very fearful of telling him her secret. So, until the year that Adoncia turned seven years old, it was a complete secret.

That was the year that Jorge Patel grew very ill. Marina feared for his life, and rightly so, but fear never did much to help a person, did it? After a month and a few weeks of suffering, Mr. Patel passed away. Marina was horrified and devastated. She began to spend all her time watching her daughter and supervising her, in fear that what happened to her husband would not happen to little Adon. The beach-front house that the happy family had once lived in seemed to grow larger and colder by the minute, and Marina could not stand to take it another day. Less than two months after Jorge died, Marina packed up her daughter and their things and headed to Brest, France—her home.

Of course since Marina was a pure-blood witch and since she was planning to move in with her sister’s family, this called for much explaining. But surprisingly Donny accepted it all very well (then again she was only seven years old). So, just as easily as she had become accustomed to living without magic she grew to living with it. And the same as for how she became accustomed to a new family, for Marina’s sister was married and already had children. So of course since Adon was a witch (considering her lineage) and since she lived in France, that meant that there was only one school out there for her—Beauxbatons.

Personality: Like her parents, Adoncia is a girl with a tender spirit. She very much enjoys her “quiet time”, but that doesn’t mean that she is anti-social—no, on the contrary actually. Because she is so laid-back and easy going, Adon makes friends very easily. She is not at all lazy and is always persistent, but not to the point where she is obnoxious or annoying (no, it is safe to say that the girl has learned her boundaries over the years).

One thing about her, however, that would be negative is the fact that she can be a push-over and is far from brave. In tough and even fearful situations, Donny would have a hard time standing her ground. She hates when thing are too silent in situations because it creates tension and awkwardness, and those are two things that she hates with a passion (especially tension—it’s just like stress, which she can’t handle).

Adon is what most would call a tree-hugger. She loves the outdoor and is somewhat an activist for the whole thing. Health and the arts are two things she is very passionate about. Her schooling is important too, but she has never seemed to receive grades that were better than just “adequate.”

Sample RP:
Long green blades swayed in the wind as two big blue eyes surveyed there motions. If you were watching from a bit a ways, you would think that the whole situation was a bit strange, but then again I guess it doesn’t matter where you are standing because it looked odd from every angle, except, of course, Donny’s. No, the petite fifteen year old was perfectly content lying on her belly in the grass, propped up by her elbows and cupping her chin in her hands. It felt like there was nothing to do today. Her cousins were cooped up inside doing chores for their mother, her friends were gone, and what was she left to do? Sit here in the grass. The plus side was that it was quite comfortable.

“Hmm…” she murmured between her soft lips as she grabbed the navy-blue spiral note book next to her, flipped it open, and stared at the page aimlessly. Gah. Writer’s block. It was a serious problem that she believed deserved complete medical attention. But did the doctors and healers listen to her? Of course not. So after a few more treacherous moments, Adoncia decided to go back inside the house. It might be stuffy in there, but there was a lot more to do in there than out on the grass. The young fifteen year old was simply destined to have a boring summer.

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