Sorting (Term Seven)

[forbiddendesires]

First Name: Adrian *Dax*
Last Name: Silver
Age: 17
Appearance:

Dax stands at a height of around 6'3, with a lean, toned body. He’s very athletic, so he does his best to keep in shape. He hates it when people look at him, so he does his best to keep in shape. He’s got a somewhat mild skin tone to him. He got that from his family mostly.

Dax has short, not super short, not spiked blond hair. Hair that always seems to be getting in his face. He allows it to do so, to give him that bad boy persona and to make people not really give him a second glance. He’s got dark brown eyes, that will pierce a soul if need be, but mostly they are there to look good.

Dax usually dressed in clothing that will make him look good. With tones ranging in color from green to black mostly. He doesn’t like reds, or blues, or even yellows. He likes to wear layers and even if he’s really looking for comfort, he’ll wear a worn hooded sweatshirt. He’s not one for school robes, they make anybody look like a complete idiot.

History:

Dax grew up in a family of loyal followers to the Dark Lord. Even as a young child, Dax knew who ‘he’ was. He knew that he held great power, and he wanted to be like ‘him’.

Dax’s family believed that wizards had the upper hand when it came to the world and everyone else simply should suffer for being less fortunate. Dax was spoiled from birth, being given everything that he ever wanted. He didn’t care if it even cost someone their lives, he wanted it.

Ever since he could speak, Dax really was throwing out and using spells, curses, hexes around like they were second nature. Being his family was a dark magic family, he never realized that it wasn’t the thing not to do. It didn’t phase him when he turned a little girl’s skin into scales or made her brother eyes crust over. To him it was just child’s play.

By the time he was ten, Dax knew almost all that he could possible know from his parents and those who occasionally dropped around the house. He knew everything, from how to blow up something to how to make something go really, really small. He loved being able to use his magic. He didn’t care what other thought of him.

When he received his letter to Beauxbatons Academy, Dax didn’t know what to expect. He knew that there would be muggle-borns and what nots there. He didn’t really care. What was coming to them, would happen soon enough. All he care about was the chance the he was going to get to learn more magic.

Over the next few years, Dax spent all his waking hours prowling the school grounds, picking on lost and helpless students, and curled up reading scrolls upon scrolls of spells. He couldn’t get enough of it. He watched as his house-mates make complete fools of themselves, and didn’t care. If they were dumb enough to fall for some idiot who’ll surely betray them in the end, then cookies to them all.

Personality:

Evil wouldn’t even skim the surface when you talk about Dax. To the people who have the privalege of crossing Dax’s path, they would classify him as a spawn of the Dark Lord himself. He’s cruel, heartless, and gives the impression that he doesn’t care about anyone or anything. He was raised cruel and knows only cruel things. He loves to make people suffer from their slip of words and make them pay for it, through harsh teasing and torture.

He’s got a dark mind. He’s very smart, almost too smart for his own doing at times. He’s not one to pull tricks like some random idiots. He doesn’t take time to get to know people, it isn’t worth it in the end. He’s got too much to do. He’s loyal to the cause, and yours isn’t the cause.

Sample RP:

The sound of dripping water was the single thing that jerked Dax awake from what had been a horrid night. He let out a growl as he glanced around at his surrounding and swore. He wasn’t where he last remember dropping. He glanced down at his clothing and swore again. They had taken what they wanted, and left him in just pants and that was about it.

Dax swore as he stumbled to his feet. He wasn’t in the mood for any great tricks or what not. He didn’t want to face any stupid Order or Ministry folk. He’d crucio their backsides if he even spotted one at the moment.

Dax stopped short at the end of the alleyway and smirked at the sight in front of him. It appeared to be some lost souls had stumbled in front of his path. He flicked his wand, which they left for some god-forsaken reason, and watched as they cried out in pain as warts and what not appeared on their skin. He simply turned and vanished into the night...it was great to be not one of those people.

Must be Sournois.

[noescape]

First Name: Paige

Last Name: Redman

Age: 15

Appearance: Paige has that malicious look about herself, however she's not really evil she's more like misunderstood, her hair is - most the time - red, fiery red to be correct, but it always seems to look more brown in certain places, her eyes have that deep look as some may say, but when you look close enough they are a sort of dark green colour, people say her eyes look rather dull but she's - for some reason - proud of that fact.

Her hair length reaches to just about around her should area, she's not really that tall for her age, she's actually around 4'3, sadly enough and she hates that fact because of her age, she's not really the tallest in her family, they believe she's shrinks every day, which angers Paige. Her body is slim and slender.

History: She was born in Florida on 29th February, 1985, her parents had never been so proud to of received a baby girl, but little did they know she wasn't really the normal type of baby for while she was growing up she'd seemed to of grown a very bad addiction to blood, of course her parents thought it was weird, as did everyone else, a baby who always wanted blood and refused to drink milk, her parents were normal people but somewhere in her family tree there were Vampires involved.

As she grew up, her parents began to worry more and more on what was going on, there daughter, there daughter was a Vampire, but how? She didn't know, and really didn't understand, they tried and tried to get different people to help but none proved as helpful and when she had retrieved the letter to go to Beauxbatons her parents were so glad, but worried for they had no idea what she would do to anyone at the school...

Personality: Paige is more of a calm and self centered person, she's always had something to hide and probably isn't the wisest person to trust with secrets for she's never really been good at keeping them. She has a extremely short temper and is best not to remind her of her height, or your pretty much a dead person.

When in a situation of some sort thats were you can trust her she's always gave her own side but she's never one to team up with good, nor evil, I guess you could say she's neutral. When making friends she's more like the one person who decides to stay out of it because she's doesn't really feel belonging at that time but as time goes on she learns to trust, however in the end its whether she should or shouldn't.

Sample RP: (Different site, hope you don't mind =) )

Screams. So many screams.

"Where am I?"
"Where do you think you are?"

A pause. Silence began to brim over her mind as she tried to think, presumably also gain consciousness if she could. The whole place was dark, yet tinted with abit of light at the same time. Her eyes scanned around the place for the shortest moments as she felt like she'd died, yet this place felt too familiar to her as her fingers brushed agilely off the corners filled with specs of dust. Music had began to play as she turned on her heel to see where it was coming from. It sounded so pulchritudinous from where she was standing, yet she couldn't help but feel something was wrong.

"Hello, Saphire."

By now she was feeling apprehensiveness take over her whole body as she found herself not being able to move her legs, she felt somehow stoned as she kept trying and trying to move her legs but nothing worked, instead she just ended up feeling nauseous as her energy level began to devaluate with every try she did. "Whats going on?, I can't feel my legs?" Feeling her eyes drop slightly, her speed and strength had began to disappear somehow as she feel to the ground with a loud THUD.

Aloft the body stood one quite similar, just a few differences such as the eyes, the hair and choice of clothing, of course in her days - which mind you was a hundred years ago - weren't all that great, she was feared by everyone who caught sight, her purpose in life was to destroy and kill, it always had been. Her name was Navy. Most people would describe her as beastly, ghoulish and what not, but she never cared for it meant she was being feared.

The screams became louder as she came to the surface once more. Land, somewhere she was forbidden to enter, yet she did on her own terms as freely as she wished. The many injured people surrounded her, some being stabbed through the leg with wood, others cowering behind tables and chairs, refusing to fight. Frowning, watched as all the spells and curses flew at each other, heading towards the opponents chosen.

"Ugggggggggggggg..." Letting out a moan, Saphire's eyes opened slowly as she stared at what was going on, her head pounding extremely loudly as the noise around her became louder and louder, giving her a headache. Her legs ached alot as she tried to balance herself on one of the tables, as her stomach churned. "Note to self: Keep Navy under control a bit more."

Must be Sournois

[jupiter]

First Name: Daisuke

Last Name: Suoh

Age: 17

Appearence:
He stands at a height of 6'2" and has quite a thin and scrawny build for someone that tall. He has bright piercing blue eyes with snake-like slits for pupils. His hair is a dark shade of blonde and normally has his hair tied back with his long fringe covering his right eye. He favours wearing long jackets aswell as many other dark colours.

History:
Daisuke, and his twin brother Ritsuka, were born seventeen years ago in Kyoto, Japan. Just after they were born, their parents fell under attack by a powerful pure blooded demon named Ryuu, otherwise known as Ryuusei, Ryuunosuke and Naraku. That demon killed both of their parents aswell as the rest of the family who were attending a small family get together before the reunion was ruined. Soon after that, as they had no living relitives left alive they had no choice but to go to an orphinage. Both boys were adopted seperately but met once again after they recieved letters to go to Beauxbatons. They were surprised yet curious to see each other again, but were more curious to find that demon who had destroyed their family; especially since they heard that the demon in question attended Beauxbatons aswell.

Personality: Daisuke could almost seem as if he's bipolar. He doesn't seem to keep the same mood for long periods at a time. One minute he can be cold and depressive, the next he could be joking around and having fun. That's what sets him apart from his brother a lot of the time. However, there's one thing that stays the same when it comes to him. He's very malicious and sadistic and doesn't care who gets hurt as far as he's concerned, aside from the fact that he likes blowing stuff up ^^ He's very creative, which is the result of his bipolar nature; and when he isn't acting malicious or annoying the heck out of someone he could be putting his artistic nature to good use.

RP Sample: (from another forum and as another character, but it's for you to get the idea of my rping skills)
Finding himself unable to sleep as per usual, Caleb looked thoughtfully up at the ceiling of his Slytherin dorm room wondering what he could be doing at a time like this instead of simply wasting the time staring into nothingness. A small groan escaped him as he sat up and jumped out of bed almost as if it was on fire. Maybe a good midnight walk would do him some good, perhaps wash away some of the cobwebs that had been building up over the past week. Caleb muttered something inaudible to himself as he reached down to where he had carelessly dumped his school robes on the floor and slipped them on before turning and attempting to find his shoes which were in varius different places as well. It was true that he wasn't the neatest person around and he did mention getting his organisation skills into ship shape... although that had been last christmas and there still wasn't much improvement in the way he threw things about his dorm.

Finally finding his other shoe after ten minutes of endless searching, he put it on then snuck out of the dorm room as quietly as he possibly could without waking his dorm mates. Following his escape from the dorm room and his bed, he crept out of the Slytherin common room though there was no further need to be as quiet as he had been and he knew that as he walked the hallways of the school he had to take extra care not to attract the attention of any of the school prefects. He didn't feel like losing any house points, for the time being at least. Oh yes he did have Slytherin pride, he just didn't flaunt it all that much unlike the rest of the people in his house.

He sighed and ran a hand through his black hair which was by now pretty messy. He hadn't bothered to run a comb through it or even think about it in the slightest before he started running amok through the school. He didn't use to be this careless. "S*it..." he cursed under his breath as he lowered his hand from his hair and shoved it into his pants pocket instead. bah, he had much better things to be thinking about than his hair at a time like this. Like the things he could get up to when he left the boundries of the school... or not. He had no plans to leave the school grounds, only simply to get out of the actual school itself. With his free hand he pulled his robes further around himself, simply because it was slightly colder in the dungeons and at the moment he was only wearing the pants he had been wearing earlier on that day, and it was only because he felt too lazy to take them off for bed that he still has them on, his Slytherin robes and was bare chested - that was due to him considering the temperature outside. He had no doubts that it would be warmer, but it was only the dungeons that made him feel slightly colder.

Caleb walked through the entrance hall a little while later and after muttering a small incantation to unlock the doors he silently snuck outside. It was amazing how sneaky he felt that night, heh, he'd most likely become a professonal ninja one day... or so he hoped - though it was a pretty sucky dream to have. Carefully considering his options, Caleb headed in the direction of the lake. The moon was hanging high over the lake and the mirror image on the water made the scene that much more beautiful. He paused at the lakes edge before sitting down crosslegged on the grass. He didn't know how long he wanted to spend here or even if anyone else was out of bed like he was, though it interested him to find out if there was anyone else like him breaking and bending rules by being out so late.

Must be Sournois

[soccergirl1017]

First Name: Ai [pronounced Aye] Means love in japanese

Last Name: Kimura

Age: 14

Appearance:

Ai's beautiful looks come from her family's fairy history

History:
Ai grew up near a fairy village in Japan. Her parents are both wizard and witch but on her mother's side there are fairy relatives. The family moved to France after Ai was accidentally hit with powerful dark magic in a village war. The hit caused an unusual scar to form on her shoulder, and when the darkness flowed through her blood this gave her the power to inflict pain on anyone she choses with the price of causing equal pain on herself. She almost never uses her powers and is afraid to hurt somebody by accident.

Once in her life she showed signs of becoming a fairy. Her parents were relieved to find out Ai was a witch but sometimes Ai feels an urge to fly.

Personality:
Ai is kind but very quiet and shy. Yet she still is the perfect person to make friends with. Around her closest friends she can be very lively and funny. Ai is also extremely smart and excels in all her classes but Herbology would have to be her worst. She isn't very talented but she is very creative and loves to experiment with spells. Her best class is Potions. Usually not many things put her in a bad mood.

Sample RP:
Ai walked along the paved streets of Dijon, France, the hot summer sun warming her bare skin. It was a busy summer day and muggle cars were speeding by, the air was coated in exhaust fumes and there were many people scurrying along the sidewalk. She finally found the spot where her mother told her there was a wizarding shop. The door appeared in between two apartments. She quickly ran up to it to avoid odd glances and stepped inside.

The store was musty and everything was covered in a layer of dust. The only thing older was the storekeeper who was napping in the corner of the room. Ai grabbed what her mother needed, put fourteen sickles on the counter and ran outside. She hoped no one noticed her.
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Must be Cossu

[rikublade94]

First Name: Canon
Last Name: Weasley
Age: 13

Appearance: Tall, masculine, short red-blond hair, blue eyes, andslender

History: Canon was born in Shell Cottage by Fleur Delacour and Bill Weasley five months after Voldemort had been killed. Canon grew up in Shell Cottage and there he learned simple magic from hid parents.

My aunt Gabrielle Delacour is not much older then me considering she was very young whenI was born. My grandparetns have past away the day after I was born so I grew up not knowing who they were.

Personality: Canon is very high spirieted.He has a high head on his shoulders which makes him more able to tell right from wrong. Canon is very sporty and plays every games of Quidditch and swims in all the lakes. Canon had mades friends his first day of Hogwarts(previously attended) and we became such great freinds we all decided to transfer here.

Sample RP: Canon was running downthe hall trying to make it to his class on time, but he knew he was wasting his time since he had already fallen 16 times down stairs and 4 times tripping over his shoelaces. Canon burst through the door and figured out that class was cancelled today.

Please reread the rules, your name won't work.

[david]

First Name: David
Last Name: Delphi
Age: Eleven
Appearance:



David has deep, dark penetrating, brown eyes that seems to have captured an intelligence that is well and way beyond his eleven years. His eyes are full of mischief and something that almost seems out-worldly. Something mysterious and sometimes scary. It’s the look of someone that seems as if they can see right through you, right into your very soul.

David has light brown hair that almost seems as if it could pass for dirty blonde when he spends a lot of time outdoors. Which is usually kept in a messy like fashion. David is rather thin, though well toned as far as eleven year olds go. Probably from his fascination with trying to climb dangerous trees. With a flawless complexion that is slightly on the pale side.

His hands are quite delicate looking thin and small, with much dexterity. Perfect for complex wand movements and the like. He is short of stature, having not had any major growth spurts lately.

With a heart shaped face, and a ready smile for those who can get one out of him. Although his physical looks are sweet and endearing his clothing is anything but. He will and does put on the first thing that comes to hand in the morning, not caring if it matches, is crumpled or whatever else. But then again he is an eleven year old boy and they have a tendency to do things like that.

History:
David Delphi was born to the pure blooded family of Daniel and The questionable Seer Gaia(Bakis) Delphi one stormy night, April 18th in the Highlands of Scotland eleven years ago. At the age of five, David got a hold of his fathers wand and lit their Highland home on fire. Which almost cost him his young life and moved them to France. At the age of seven David got in trouble at school because, some how, mysteriously, another bullying student ended up on the roof of the school and blamed it on David. At the age of nine, David accidentally set off a firework in the school gym… during gym. After the screaming crowd of students ran for their very lives and David was found to be the culprit along with one of his few friends, a fellow student named Billy Emerson.

At the age of eleven David Casanova received his letter from Beauxbatons to much of the relief of his parents who were glad to not have to run to extinguish flames at least once a week. But being sent to Beauxbatons didn’t stop him from getting into trouble, in a fire related incident. During David’s second day of school, he went to sit in what appeared to be a clearing in the woods. As he sat in a tree he held a Filibusters Firework almost lovingly in his hands and lit it.

After watching in horror as it zoomed right for the tree. David tried to jump out of it in an attempt to put out the flames and to save his own skin. Luckily a teacher had been taking a walk nearby and had saw the incident happen. Unfortunately David did not get away from the tree unscathed. After waking up in the hospital wing some three days later, David discovered something strange. He awoke with the gift of sight. Though he had always seemed to have a sensitivity towards thing, after the accident it had become much more pronounced. He also has visions that he doesn’t remember, and is haunted with nightmares. Though he will tell no one of it or his visions. Currently David is in detention for lighting that tree on fire… for a long, long… time.

Personality:
David Delphi is really quite brilliant though he is prone to being rather rash and blunt towards individuals and situations. His loyalty is extremely hard to gain, but once it is earned it is unwavering in its integrity. He is fair minded student to a fault but has a lightning quick temper, that contributes to his rashness. David can seem exceedingly friendly, but he is in reality very shy and it is hard to learn to know the real him.

David also has a wild, mischievous streak and is almost always plotting some sort of fun adventure, or at least fun to him. David wants to do well in school, and is almost obsessive in his Divinational studies when he is not occupied with his next big adventure, or making sparks fly. Sparks being the fireworks that he likes to smuggle into school and light up, at various places on the school grounds when no one is around.

He loves to read anything that he can get his little hands on. He soaks up knowledge like a sponge soaks up water.


Sample RP:
His feet echoed down the corridor as he quickened his pace and came to a closed door. One that led out into the wonderful, big, and beautiful world beyond. Putting a hand on the door he gave it a smart push and continued to push as it swung open, showing the blue sky and lush green grass beyond. A bright smile lifted his face as he looked out upon the world beyond and stepped out into the light. A slightly chilled breeze hit him full, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from going outside. In fact David found it rather pleasant.

The door it so happened led out into the castle gardens. Many plants were still lush and green, while some were slowly settling into a dormant state, of which they would stay until next spring. But the plants and flowers only held his attention for an instant as he looked upon a fiery red-headed certain someone who could easily outshine anything that this or any garden had to offer. He watched her for a few moments, not wanting to break the beautiful perfect picture that she painted. Her gorgeous cascade of glimmering red hair making a striking contrast to the green foliage that surrounded her in a priceless picture that David would have given anything to capture for all time.

He looked at her with the eyes of innocents, thinking her the perfect angel…

Must be Sournois

[roseandonia]

First Name: Rose
Last Name: Andonia
Age: 15

Appearance: i189.photobucket.com/albums/z281/Lauren-P/13.jpg

History: Rose grew up in London, England in an upper-class pureblood family. Rose was an only child so she spent all her childhood around other pureblood children and her mother teaching her the ways on how to be a proper pureblood lady. Rose grew up being told she was the better then everyone else because she was pureblood. While growing up Rose become very musical and learned to play the violin. Her father British and her mother French they decided to send her to Beauxbatons.

Personality: Rose is a very confident person and always has something to say and in a battle of wit she is sure to win. She loves playing the violin and shopping. Rose is also very stubborn and never lets a grudge down. She is the typical girly girl and a hair is never out of place on her head. She’s always out to please her parents even though they never really pay attention to her. Rose secretly loves quidditch even though she won’t admit it.

Sample RP: Sitting in the living room of the Andonia house was rose and her mother.
“Mother?” Rose droned “Can I please go to Hogwarts?”

“No!” her mother sighed.

Rose started to pout “Pleeeease pretty please?”

“NO!” her mother yelled

“But mother every normal English child is going there all my friends are please”

“We’ve been through this before Rose your not going to Hogwarts end of story Understand?”

“But”

“UNDERSTAND?”

Rose sighed and looked at her mother she wasn’t going to back down on this changing school thing. She’d been trying all summer to make her change her mind.

“Fine” Rose spat out “I’ll go to that French school”
Turning on her heels Rose strutted out of the room slamming the door for effect. If she wasn’t going to change her mind then Rose wasn’t going to talk to her. Rose smirk to her self as she glided through the hall ways of her house and making her way into her bedroom.

Must be Rouerie

[hercuteness100]

First Name:Sakurai (Sasori)

Last Name: Takahiro

Age: 17

Appearance:

History: Sasori was an only child, and grew up with his grandmother, do to the fact his parent went into war and died of a serious poison. Sasori always wanted to make other kids happy so he made loads of puppet to play with.But one day his grandmother died of old age. She died when Sasori was eight when she died.

Sasori isn't as happy as he use to be, he is now seventeen and very quiet, after his grandmother died, he doesn't really say anything any more, do to depression and misery. Usually when he is around people, he would either walk away or not say anything to them, so people are so use to it now they don't even mind or feel offended if he doesn't say anything. He might say something every once ina while but, but it is either negative or his own opinion. (some of this is part of personality, but its part of his history)

The only person he really had left was his aunt but she abused him so he ran away and ended up here. The people from where he was from thought he was freakishly weird, and always stayed away from him. But for some reason now at beauxbatons every girl adores him do to his mysteriousness and quietness, and it feels like he is playing hard to get. The guys just like him because he is quiet and think he's cool. He is somewhat happy here, but NEVER shows it.

Personality: Sasori is really quiet, but can be somewhat nice when he wants to be. He likes quiet place where people aren't. Usually in class if people call on him he stays completely quiet. And if he stays quiet he can't get into any trouble, that was always his motto.Sasori belives that he will never find love do to his quietness. He can be a bit spitful at times, and also a bit pushy, in other words bossy if he has to work with a team. He's not the most patient person in the world either and pickness to go along with it. He has had so many problems in his life that he has no reason for to many good feelings to he keeps all of them to himself. Whens omebody gets hurt, he doesn't show much feelings unless its someone he cares about, but since he doens't really even care about anyone but himself he doesn't have to worry about those problems. Mostly all his loved ones in his family were killed so he stopped caring about other peoples problem. His so called friends who share almost the same problems, say he might find love one day, but knows he won't.

Sample RP: Sasori was walking he lake when he just wanted to relax from all work he had at school. He had so much stress on his shoulder but never showed any of it, because he really never talked to anyone. If he had some friends he wouldn't have so many problems, but he was fine the way he was, he didn't need any friends, for now.

Sasori was looking at the beautiful view from the sun hitting the water, with a shinning glimmer, he cared but didn't show it much. He thought of himself as a lake when it wasn't taken care of. He was dull and plain on the outside, and had so many secrets and dangers inside, until someone pulls those things out and cleans the water, its a new lake. Sasori really never thought of himself like a lake, but thought it was a good thoery, but he didn't really want it to happen. (will b contin. at the lake, some other time)



Must be Sournois.

[cielnouveau16]

First Name: Ciel
Last Name: Nouveau
Age: 14
Appearance: Ciel has been described by the people in her life many times as looking like a girl from 18th Century paintings. She has shoulder-length, light red (verging on the point of being strawberry blond), curly hair. Her eyes are a brilliant pale opalescent blue. Ciel's skin is that of a porcelain doll's; flawless, unmarred by not even one freckle. Her lips are the most distinctive feature of her face, as they are very much bow-shaped and naturally carnation pink. Her face is also graced with a button nose, which she got from her mother. When not wearing her Beauxbatons uniforms, Ciel wears crushed velvet and silk robes of various light colors, avoiding muggle clothing as much as she can.
History: Ciel was born on a clear April day in the Marais District of Paris, France. Her family is large and of pureblood. Ciel continues to live in Marais with her mother and father. Ciel has one older brother Roux, who lives in Montmartre with his wife and baby daughter. Although not hateful of muggles, Ciel is very weary of them, after being warned many times by her parents about how hateful they could be towards wizards and witches.
Personality: Although she is very cautious and shy most of the time, Ciel what one would call a "Bohemian Spirit", meaning she loves life and the gift of imagination, and also that she holds friends and family very dear to her heart. Ciel also loves to sing and write songs, which she later performs on the harp given to her by her mother when she was 10. All in all, Ciel is a very sweet and kind girl.
Sample RP: Ciel walked quickly and closely to her mother, trying her best to avoid getting lost. Her eyes gazed up at the Notre Dame as they passed it, marveling at it's structure. "Isn't it beautiful, Mama?!" Ciel's cry was one of excitement and awe, but her mother's cry was one of shock as she heard her the end of her new silk and muslin robes tear on a twig poking out of one of the many bushes that lined the Parisian streets. "Agh! Look at this, my new robes!" Ciel gasped at seeing the nasty tear that marred the beauty of her mother's brand new outfit. "Oh, non! Mama, your robes!" Ciel knew very well now that they would not make it on time to meet Roux and his daughter in Montmartre, for her mother now had some tending to do to her ruined, and very expensive robes.

A little more about your personality and we'll be able to sort you.

[cielnouveau16]

First Name: Ciel
Last Name: Nouveau
Age: 14
Appearance: Ciel has been described by the people in her life many times as looking like a girl from 18th Century paintings. She has shoulder-length, light red (verging on the point of being strawberry blond), curly hair. Her eyes are a brilliant pale opalescent blue. Ciel's skin is that of a porcelain doll's; flawless, unmarred by not even one freckle. Her lips are the most distinctive feature of her face, as they are very much bow-shaped and naturally carnation pink. Her face is also graced with a button nose, which she got from her mother. When not wearing her Beauxbatons uniforms, Ciel wears crushed velvet and silk robes of various light colors, avoiding muggle clothing as much as she can.
History: Ciel was born on a clear April day in the Marais District of Paris, France. Her family is large and all of pureblood. Ciel continues to live in Marais with her mother and father. Ciel has one older brother Roux, who lives in Montmartre with his wife and baby daughter Lenette. Although not hateful of muggles, Ciel is very weary of them, after being warned many times by her parents about how hateful they could be towards wizards and witches./b
Personality: Although she is very cautious and shy most of the time, Ciel what one would call a "Bohemian Spirit", meaning she loves life and the gift of imagination, and also that she holds friends and family very dear to her heart. Ciel also loves to sing and write songs, which she later performs on the harp given to her by her mother when she was 10. Ciel is also very easily amused, and she'll laugh at almost any joke you tell her. When not being shy, Ciel is a very adventurous person, and is not afraid to try new and creative things.
Sample RP: Ciel walked quickly and closely to her mother, trying her best to avoid getting lost. Her eyes gazed up at the Notre Dame as they passed it, marveling at it's structure. "Isn't it beautiful, Mama?!" Ciel's cry was one of excitement and awe, but her mother's cry was one of shock as she heard her the end of her new silk and muslin robes tear on a twig poking out of one of the many bushes that lined the Parisian streets. "Agh! Look at this, my new robes!" Ciel gasped at seeing the nasty tear that marred the beauty of her mother's brand new outfit. "Oh, non! Mama, your robes!" Ciel knew very well now that they would not make it on time to meet Roux and his daughter in Montmartre, for her mother now had some tending to do to her ruined, and very expensive robes.

Must be Cossu.

[♥katerina lynn peck]

First Name: Katerina
Last Name: Peck
Age: 15
Appearance:

History:
Katerina Peck was born to two immigrants from Greece, even though she was born in a small town outside called Herbe, which was one of the smaller towns in France. She normally resides at home with her parents, Christos and Anastasia and her two younger siblings who are currently not old enough to attend school.

Throughout her life, she has heard about many things having to do with magics, seeing as both of her parents were pureblooded. She, being the "oddball" of the family, she has always had an interest in Muggles and how they act in daily society. Her younger years when she lived at home were spent either in her room, looking and reading various Muggle books, including novels, or going off to where Muggles normally were with a few of her friends.

When accepted to Beauxbatons, her mother supported her, but her father, however, wasn't too pleased that his daughter wasn't being accepted to a school with a better rep, but he soon got over that little tidbit when he realized it would be better for his shy young daughter to be with mostly girls, seeing as she had a bit of a tendency to get really nervous around people of the male persuasion.

Personality: Katerina is the type of friend who is always loyal and honest and would never go against any of her friends, even if she were to get in trouble. She is more selfless than selfish, something that only a few people truly are. A slight problem with Katerina is she is very shy and quiet around new people, especially males. But, although may seem a tad shy, once she gets to know a person, she becomes her normal, hyper self, full of laughter and opinions and comebacks.

Sample RP:
Katerina had been hanging out on her own these past few days, seeing as no one really talked to the new kids. She had so far met a few kids, but none of them really seemed to click with her, so she was forever exploring alone, something she was sued to, since she normally didn’t talk much. She has already explored the grounds, including the gardens, Quidditch pitch, the lake and the courtyard. Katerina then decided she would explore inside the castle, seeing as she lived there for the school year.

After entering the school, she set off towards the moving stairs, still getting used to the fact that each stair could lead to a different area of the castle and it was easy to get lost. She maneuvered herself towards the library, having heard of the size and the numerous amount of books that lay inside. She pushed open the creaky door and peered inside. “Not too full…” she trailed off, muttering to herself softly.

She made sure the door didn’t close loudly and went to explore the older looking room. Her eyes grazed each shelf as she passed it, seeing books on all the subjects available here at Hogwarts. Her eyes fell upon a small section full of what looked to be muggle books and she stooped down to see the titles, not paying full attention to the sounds around her.

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Must be Rouerie.

[genevievebeauchamp]

First Name:
Geneviève
Last Name:
Beauchamp
Age:
16
Appearance:

History:
Geneviève has lived all her life in France and has spent her school years in Beauxbatons. She was the only child until she turned 15. It was then, that her mother and father told her that she was going to have a baby brother. Geneviève gets along with most people and is usually a very nice person. But just like everybody else, she has her off days. Although she doesn't like her baby brother much, because now she's not the only child, she still has to live with him. So, she had made the best of it...sound proofing ehr room, so that she wouldn't hear his cries. During each summer before the arrival of her baby brother, Geneviève and her family would travel the world. She has been to many countries and has met many many people. Although, one time she went traveling without her parents, and had the worst experience of her life. She is still shook up about it. She had met a guy while shopping for close for herself, and they were chatting for a little while, but as she was leaving, she noticed that he was following her. She tried getting away from him, but he followed her. He followed her back to the hotel she was staying at and abused her in many ways. She has yet to tell her parents about the incident.
Personality:
Geneviève is very sweet and caring towards all people, even if they are rude and cruel to her. She gets walked over by many people, so at some points in her life, she wishes that she could stand up to them. Geneviève loves art. Mostly dance. She had her mother enroll her in ballet classes since she was first able to walk. She has been dancing for about 14 years. Geneviève is classified as a 'girly girl'. But she is certainly proud of it. She likes make up, the color pink, frilly things, and small dogs.
Sample RP:
Geneviève sat on her bed, writing in her journal about the days events. She sniffed the air for a moment, it smelled like mother's cooking. She closed her journal, leaving her pen to mark her page and went over to her door and opened it. The kitchen was located below Geneviève's room, but from the hallway outside of her room, you could peer into the kitchen. As the door opened, Geneviève got a rush of air in her face, with the smells of what her mother was making in the kitchen. It smelt so amazing, that Geneviève's mouth had begun to water. Not being able to wait much longer for dinner to be served, she went down the spiral staircase in her room, which led to the kitchen. "Mother, are you making spaghetti again?" she asked. Her mother replied, "Yes dear I am." Geneviève nodded her head, "I could smell the scent of the pasta sauce from my room.

Must be Cossu

[bellex]

First Name:
Labelle
Last Name:
Richelieu
Age:
17
Appearance:


Labelle has a decently proportioned body type. As said before she's only 5'5" which is pretty short for a sixteen year old. She's also pretty thin, monitering her weight so that it doesn't get any higher than 108 lbs. She's thin and she wants to keep it that way. One of her biggest fears is getting fat. She's not exactly considered tall or the prettiest girl in the world, but she has enough confidence in herself to appear prettier than she really is. The one thing about her that stands out are her striking eyes. The color of her eyes appears to change slightly depending on her mood. Normally, they shine the color of the crystal clear waters of the Florida Keys. Occasionally the color will shift to a seagreen. There is always a soft light reflecting in her eyes that is impossible to ignore when she smiles.

Labelle has naturally red hair but has bleached it blonde. She likes to change it up as well and sometimes dyes it brown or black. Because her mane is naturally curly, Charlotte straightens it almost daily. Her skin is tan but not too dark. A few freckles dot her nose and cheeks, but she does well to cover those with make-up.
History:
Labelle Aurora Richelieu was born on March 18th, 1990 in the city of Paris, France. She was orphaned at the age of fifteen, when she had been attending Beauxbatons Academy of Magic for four years. Things started to go bad though and she got around the wrong crowd, getting herself into more and more trouble. She started going by the name of Charlotte and broke every rule in the handbook. It was this lifestyle that led to her expulsion from school.

Two months later, Labelle returned after a name and personality change.

Personality:
Labelle likes to have fun all the time. And her definition of fun doesn't exactly match everyone elses. She's a prankster. She loves playing practical jokes on people and embarassing them and she's damn good at it. She can be a little moody, in which case she pouts like a little girl; folding her arms, pursuing her lips, stomping her foot, everything like that. Usually when she does this though, she's only fooling around.

When Labelle is by herself, she likes to listen to music and read books. She isn't a big fan of magazines. She likes being outside in the sun and is usually only seen indoors on a rainy day. Sometimes not even the storm can stop her and she goes outside and plays in the rain anyway. Around her friends, she dances around and appears to be extremely hyper. She loves to make people smile and laugh, even if it's only because they think she's ridiculous. She gets teased for her actions alot but it doesn't phase her or make her want to change. Labelle is very tough skinned.

When it is time to be serious, she's very trustworthy. She likes being told secrets and always keeps them even when she knows she shouldn't. It takes alot for her to be the serious type though. She likes being her normal, hyper self and hasn't cried in years. It takes a near miracle to make a single tear come from her. Whenever she's sad, she refuses to let that side show and locks it all away so that no one can see. She's determined that she is the one who is supposed to cheer everyone up, not be cheered up.

Labelle always stands up for herself and whatever she believes in. She has a kind heart, though she does have a little bit of a loner side where she tends to go off into her own little world. She'll always stand by her friends no matter what. She loves music, writing, and animals [especially her pet dog- a black pomeranian named Shadow].
Sample RP:
The sun shined through the windows, spreading its light throughout the Entrance Hall. It was the start of another new term and several students were flocking around to and from their classes. It was nearing a time for lunch break and the students were talking restlessly as they waited for the doors to the Great Hall to open up and let them in. One of the students sat alone upon the sill of a over-sized window, scanning the room for someone she could recognize.

Labelle had only run into Zoey Hunter, an old friend, since her return to Beauxbatons. She had been hoping to run into some of her other friends, the ones she had considered closest. It seemed though, that they were no longer attending the school or never where they should have been. Labelle let out a soft sigh and reached a finger up to twirl a lock of her blonde hair around it. She stopped looking and turned her attention back through the window to the outdoors. It seemed a nice enough day, but Labelle knew that the summer heat had yet to pass.

Labelle had been looking for her friends since the day before, when she had secretly returned to Beauxbatons. Though she had been expelled from the school, Belle was trying not to be noticed by the faculty for the time being. Not that she was recognizable. Her hot pink hair and piercings had been removed. The only piercing that remained was a diamond stud at the top of her nose. Her clothing style seemed to have changed a bit too. Her green eyes glanced down at her black corset top and denim skinny leg jeans, complete with close toed heels for shoes.

Her attention switched back to the students around and she continued to look for someone she knew.

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[angelicaura]

First Name: Castor
Last Name: Rewald
Age: 12
Appearance: An average-build pre-teen. Castor stands at about 5'7" tall, and weighs around 135 pounds. He has very light brown hair, which he denies. He claims its dirty blonde. Bright blue eyes with slender lines of silver. A small mouth that, when Castor smiles, reveal a pair or nearly perfect teeth besides some slight discoloration. You can normally find him wearing cargo khakis and a light screened t-shirt when lounging around.
History: Castor had a twin brother, named Pollux. Pollux mysteriously died after an accident. Investigators claimed it was suicide, but the family didn't believe it, though they had no real idea what had happened. The only thing anybody knew was that the family heard a loud crash from Pollux's second-story window followed by a thud on the floor. They ran upstairs to see the window shattered, and his throat sliced. At this time, the twins were 10-years old. The parents were unsure what to think. They had no magical talents. They were Muggles. Then, on Castor's second birthday without his twin brother alive, the family discovered Castor was a wizard when they received notice that he had been accepted to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
Personality: Castor has been emotionally hardened, Castor is fun to be around at times, but when alone is suspicious of all people around him. He has a frightening ability to predict events coming in the future, especially in social situations. He's mastered the science of sociology through his doubt and skepticism of people combined with his clairvoyant abilities. He is a natural pessimist, but has a bright and bubbly personality and is a pleasure to be around if you are a friend, just like his brother Pollux always was. His parents believe that when Pollux died, his soul was transferred into Castor and they live together inside of the one body. They meant it more as a joke to poke fun at Castor's shifting and contradictory personality, but soon realized it's more realistic than it seemed.
Sample RP:
The bright sun shown through Castor's window. He looked over at the spot on the floor his twin brother, Pollux, was killed nearly two years ago by a mysterious accident involving a window shattering and a slit throat. Nobody truly knew what had happened that night, but recently, Castor had been thinking that maybe it had been magic that accidentally been set off that killed his brother. But Castor was unsure whether that would be true... he didn't know if was possible for magic to be performed before any training and education had been done or even if magic could kill like that. He'd never known anything about magic. His parents could not do magic, or at least they'd never claimed they'd been able to. If they were wizards or witches or warlocks or whatever they were called, they are amazing actors as well. They were completely dumbfounded when approached about Castor being a wizard. The witch that told them this also explained that Pollux was to, and would be involved in this conversation about attending Beauxbatons Academy of Magic if he were alive at this time. The parents burst into tears, and the witch instantly realized she had made a mistake. She left shortly after pulling Castor aside from his mourning parents to explain the rest.

Now it was the morning he would be leaving to attend the wizarding school. Castor wasn't sure he'd be able to leave the home where his brother died. He felt his brother's presence with him wherever he went. They were best friends all through life. But would Pollux be angry if Castor left the room they spent ten years of their life together in? He'd never want his brother to be angry with him, even if he was no longer alive. He knew Pollux was always with him, just like his parents claimed. He'd obtained a shifting personality after the death. It wasn't threatening to the family, though, so they never forced him to attend a psychologist, though the police suggested it, as did his educators at the school he had attended. Then he remembered how excited he would be to leave that place. That... "Muggle school" or whatever the witch said. He hated that place, and it hated him. Rumors had gone around that Castor had murdered his brother. His attitude toward the school changed since being continuously attacked by the students verbally and sometimes even physically. But now, he'd never have to go back. Not one more day of that miserable hell. And now he'd be able to do magic!

Castor sat up in his bed, and slowly packed all of his school supplies he'd bought at a wizard marketplace that the same witch that revealed his ability to perform magic that night only a few nights previously had taken him to. After packing, he ran his hand across the spot his brother's body had been found. Castor swore he could feel his heart beating for two hearts, and a sudden chill came over his body. He almost felt as if Pollux was telling him it was okay for him to leave.

"I'm not leaving, Pollux. I'm just... taking an extended vacation... Good-bye," Castor whispered softly.

Castor thought he felt something pat him on the back, and looked to find his father standing beside him, a tear falling down his cheek.

"Are you alright, Castor?" the father asked.

Castor stood up and turned to his father. He nodded, and embraced his father. The two left the room... the room where two still lived instead of one.

I feel confused about your history, but I'm still going to sort you anyway.

Must be Sournois.

[atticus]

First Name:Atticus

Last Name: Liaze

Age: 17

Appearance: Atticus has short black hair with some hint of blond highlights, and usually has it spiked up. His eyes are a deep emerald color that people could easily get lost in they are absolutely beautiful.

History: Atticus was born into a pure-blooded family. His mother attended Beauxbatons, and his father attended Durmstrang. They met one year when their schools came in with each other. They instantly fell in love. His mother would write to his father everyday throughout the rest of her years at Beaxbatons. After they were both out of school they got married, and they had Atticus.

They named him Atticus after his grandfather. He had died when Atticus was still very young, but he holds memories of his grandfather close to him since they are few. his mother died when Atticus turned 11. He felt he would never recover from something like that, but eventually he did. He continued with the magical life, and got his letter to beauxbatons. That was the happiest day of his life.

Personality: Atticus is a very friendly person. He likes making new friends, and exploring new places, and trying new things. He is very adventurous, and hates being confined to places for long periods of time. He tries his best to befriend his enemies unless they did something to him that was absolutely unforgivable.

Sample RP:

Atticus walked into the living room. He had just gotten done Cleaning up the kitchen. He spotted his father sitting on the couch. He smiled, and made his way over to it. He was looking at pictures of Atticus's mother.

Atticus sat there for a moment just looking at the pictures as his father flipped through them. Many of then Atticus had never seen before. There was one photo in particular. It was one of Atticus and his mother outside. His mother had her in her arms, and they were hugging each other. Atticus took that particular picture out of his fathers hands, and continued to look at it. He had been told before that his mother loved him, and he knew she did. This picture though. He had never seen it before. He wondered why his parents would keep something such as this from him.

He looked up at his father. "How come I've never seen these before?..Why were you keeping them from..." before he could finish his sentence he was interrupted by a large brown tawny owl came gliding in through their open window. It landed on Atticus's shoulder. He gave one last glance at his father before pulling an envelope from the owl's foot. He inspected it for a moment, and then looked at the back. There on the flap was what looked like a shield with a 'b' on it. Again he looked up at his dad. There was a huge smile on his face.

Atticus opened the envelope, and read it's contents. The letter said something about being accepted to a school, and he was to start immediately. He hadn't ever thought he would be accepted to one of the magical schools, but now that he had he was happy. A lot happier than he had been since the death of his mother. He knew he would go to this school, and make her proud as if she were here, and could see him. He would not let her down.

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Must be Rouerie