Sorting (Term Seven)

[goldengirl]

Full Name: Sascha Lily Orel
Age: 16
Appearance:


History: Sascha was born in the early evening on April.8,1991 to Hanna and Nicholas Orel. She never got along with her family, getting angered at everything was her way to cope with the troubles she had at home.
Growing up was tough for her. She grew to only know a hatred toward her family. Only one person understood her for who she truly was. Kailee Aurelien! They are cousins but when Sascha's parents saw Kailee as a bad influence, they forbidded Sascha to see her. For once she followed orders, mainly because she moved to Lyon, France around the age of 11. There she grew more out of control.
Now, she isn't out of control yet she isn't a always nice-good girl. Sascha is seen more as a troublemaker who would rather stick to herself. Sometimes she'll cause trouble herself if she is unable to find some.

Personality: Sascha is a calm, down-to-earth girl who oftenly gets too caught up with herself. Being slightly self centered, short tempered and cold-hearted, she always had a difficult time making friends so she spent her time alone. One thing she does have is the will to trust others and the need to keep secrets. When she gets attached to a person, she is loyal to them for always. But not many people consider her to have a soft, sensitive side since she built a wall to protect herself.

Sample RP:
Walking into the school, Sascha sighed heavily. Yet again, she had to make some hopeless place her home. Pulling the strap of her bag higher on her shoulder, Sascha looked around. The Entrance Hall was large and to her, surprisingly beautiful. Standing in front of the mains doors, she found herself staring up a staircase.

Taking a few steps, she watched a few students talk in a corner. Her foot stepped on the bottom step. She looked up, stunned by the beauty. Not many people would think that she had a girly, gentle side because of her hard, rough exterior. Just seeing this place, she could see that maybe it wasn't going to be that bad of a place.

'What are you thinking?' Sascha told herself. This place was going to be just like the rest. First she would be seen as some evil, horrible person and left to defend for herself. Then she'd get settled in and make a friend and something would happen to cause her parents to pull her out of school. It was like that with the last two schools. Sascha was sick of it. All she wanted was to just settled down and be able to breath for one minute and live her own life how she wanted to. But for her parents that was too hard, they simply had to control everything she did.

I caught a couple of spelling errors but that's it. Just remember to spell check.

Must be Sournois.

[draco]

First Name: Valentino

Last Name: Duquette

Age: 16

Appearance:

History: Valentino Hazlitt Duquette was born in London, England on 1st of August 1991. Valentino had an horrible childhood, the worst any child can possibly have, his father used to beat him up real hard, and until this day he has marks on his back, deep cuts on his pale white skin, he has never forgiven his father for that, nor his mum for that matter, she just stood there and watched.

He never had that many friends, he actually never had any real friends, for his parents forbade him to have any muggle born or half-blood friends and those were the ones who cared the most for him...getting out of the house was no problem at all, the problem was getting back without having thousands of questions to answer and not knowing what to say and getting beat up for not saying anything, eventually he stopped going out.

Both Valentino's parents turned out to be Death Eaters, when that happened and they got caught and Valentino was lost, it was his chance to run away for good. He didn't want to go and live with the rest of his family because he refused to be anywhere where Dark Arts were practiced, he was born with them and so far any magic he had done had broken, hurt and destroyed everything around him, he has sent quite a few people to the hospital, luckily none of them have died or anything.

Personality: Valentino isn't a bad guy but he's not a goodie boy either, he doesn't trust anyone and really doesn't care about anyone, as much as he doesn't like people he finds himself sad to think such bad things of others when he himself despises those like his parents, most of anything he fears turning into his father. Valentino doesn't talk much not because he's shy just by the fact that he doesn't like to share anything of himself with others, he'll surely stand up for himself when needed, he enjoys wondering around at night and looking up at the stary sky.

Sample RP: Days seemed to pass and he found himself searching for a place to stay, as he had his backpack on one of his hands he looked around the busy streets of Diagon Alley, some of these tall buildings had to have a room for him, he shifted his bag on to his left shoulder and started walking in the direction of the building, on the top it read 'The Leaky Cauldron', a nice clean, tidy and also full place, he wondered if there was possibly any room open for him, maybe not but he had to at least try and find one. he looked around the crowded room and saw a man wearing an apron around his waist, that must be him.

He walked to the man and in a soft tone. "Mister..."the man turned around to face him, he had no hair and what looked like a couple of teeth were missing. "Tom's the name, m'boy." said the innkeeper. "Yeah...whatever...I was just wondering if you had any..." in that precise moment something dug deep into his right shoulder and he winced in pain, it was a bloody owl and it dropped a letter on the floor, he looked at the innkeeper and at the letter, it had a blue ribbon around it, and in the ribbon was engraved two words, Beauxbatons Academy, he picked up the envelope and quickly opened, he had mysteriously been accepted to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. "Beauxbatons...What the...??" "Congratulation, m'boy, consider yourself lucky."

Valentino merely frowned and walked out of the room, outside he took a breath of fresh air and looked beyond the horizon. "France...here I come." and he parted to go and find some magical way to get to France, and to his new school.

Must be Sournois.

[chantalbenoit]

First Name: Chantal
Last Name: Benoit
Age: 14
Appearance:


History: Chantal Rosalie Dominique Benoit was born on December 4th, 1992 to Phillippe and Dominique Benoit in the city of La Rochelle, France. With Dominique being a Veela and Phillippe being a pureblood wizard, Chantal grew up knowing all about the wizarding world. She grew up living a luxurious life, Phillippe being head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the French Ministry of Magic. She always got what she wanted as a child, and never had to worry about not having enough money for things.
But that all changed when Chantal was 9 years old. Phillippe and Dominique split up, because of Dominique being a Veela. Phillippe was sick of men gawking at his wife wherever she went, and was convinced she was cheating on him. He kicked her and Chantal out of his mansion, never wanting to see them ever again.
Dominique and Chantal then moved across the country, into the city of Dijon, France. They rented a small apartment in the heart of the city, and Dominique got a job as an Obliviator at the French Ministry of Magic. But her job did not have a high salary, and the mother and daughter struggled. Dominique and Chantal were constantly arguing, Chantal furious with her mother for only completing 5 years of magical education at Beauxbatons, therefore not being able to get a high-paying job. When Chantal received her Beauxbatons letter, she couldn't wait to leave her mother's apartment and begin pursuing her own magical education, determined to work diligently in her studies so she didn't end up with her mother's fate.

Personality: Chantal is very ambitious. She sets high goals for herself, and doesn't stop working until she reaches her goals. She fears nothing more than failure, and will do anything to achieve her goals and dreams. She's a pretty clever girl, but doesn't show it much. She rarely raises her hand in class, but those few times she does, she never fails to impress her professor. She takes pride in her schoolwork, and puts lots of effort into everything she does.

Sample RP: Chantal was lying on her bed in the bedroom she and her mother shared, daydreaming about the future. She was Minister of Magic, she lived in a beautiful mansion on the outskirts of Paris, and she was bringing home sacks of Galleons each day. She was married to a wizard who was just as successful as she was, and their children were diligent and hard-working, striving to be like their parents...
Chantal snapped out of her daydream when she heard someone knocking on the door to the apartment. She left her bedroom, walked through her tiny kitchen, passed her small living room, and answered the door.
Mrs. Lalonde, a short, plump, middle-aged Muggle, was standing on the other side of the threshold. She was the landlord of the apartment complex Dominique and Chantal lived in, and she was clutching an envelope in her pudgy hand. Chantal assumed it was the envelope Mrs. Lalonde kept her rent money in. But it was Tuesday...the rent wasn't due until Friday.
"Bonjour, Mrs. Lalonde. Umm...I thought the rent was due in three days, not today?" Chantal asked, a confused expression on her face.
"This isn't the rent envelope, Chantal. It's a letter addressed to you. I don't know why you told your little friends to send owls through my window, but I don't appreciate it one bit, and if it happens again, the consequences will be severe," Mrs. Lalonde replied angrily. Chantal figured she must be having a hangover; Mrs. Lalonde was an alcoholic. Not wanting to upset her anymore, Chantal silently accepted the letter, and Mrs. Lalonde closed the door.
Chantal turned it over, and immediately recognized the seal. It was from Beauxbatons, the school her parents attended when they were younger. She excitedly tore open the envelope, and gasped in delight when the letter told her that she was accepted into Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Must be Cossu

[samantha]

Samantha Elisabeth Cloutier

First Name: Samantha
Middle Name:Elisabeth
Last Name: Cloutier
Nicknames: Sam, Sammy, Starfish (her father only), Liza (Phoebe only)
Age: 15
Date of Birth//Zodiac: June 20th// Gemini

Appearance:

Samantha’s majority of her looks are dominated by her siren heritage. Just like her mother, she has pale skin that contrasts greatly with her dark locks of hair. She is small, just as sirens are, in both height and physique. She stands at just an inch over five feet tall and on a thin frame. This thin body has the appearance of being “bird-like”, with thin legs and a small limbs. Her stomach has barely any curves, giving her the appearance of a girl younger than 15.

Her hair is the black color of soot, a trait that she also received from her mother. It falls in waves down to her waist. At the ends of the strands, the black hair curls gently. Being only half-siren, she doesn’t have perfect hair. It is slightly frizzy and get tangled rather easily. It can also look greasy if she doesn’t wash it in the morning.

Samantha’s eyes are the only trait that she did not get from her mother as far as looks go. Her eyes are that of her fathers- a light blue color that stands out against the frame of dark lashes and eyebrows. They show every emotion that she feels, not that she has a problem with that. When she is angry, the turn to a bright blazing blue that can be said to both shock and frighten. When she is particularly happy with something, they darken to a shade just lighter than ocean blue.

Personal History:

Family History:

The Cloutier family is greatly known in most of France, Italy, England and Germany. The pureblood family line starts around three hundred years ago, but the money did not begin to really come in until about 100 years ago. The oldest Cloutier’s dealt in dealing with the importing and exporting of dark items, which earned them good money and a reputation in their section of France. In the late 1800’s Luc’s grandfather bought an abandoned hotel with his parents’ money. He fixed it up quickly and opened it as his first hotel. He had great success with it and soon opened another one in Paris, which also had great success. This kept going until finally he was in charge of the hotel business and opening hotels in Italy and Germany. Luc’s father opened more hotels in England, the Cloutier name becoming ever more known.

Moria, Samantha’s mother, hails from Yorkshire England in the waters of the ocean. She was a siren beauty, able to lure any male to her with her glorious voice. It was on the deserted banks of the ocean where she met Luc Cloutier, a hotel owner vacationing from France. It hardly took any work on Moria’s part before she had Luc lured to her. Upon finding that she had in fact be impregnated by this wizarding man, she was shocked and unwilling to believe she had the child in her. Luc stayed in Yorkshire until his daughter, a pale girl with jet black hair, was delivered in the late of May.


Childhood: Luc Cloutier decided to stay in England, thinking that being near the ocean where Samantha’s mother lived would be best for the child. Money was not an issue, seeing that Cloutier hotels were located in England as well as France and he could still run the franchise from England.

Samantha grew up, sadly, without a full mother. Her mother wasn’t able to stay with her for long, being a magical creature that needed to stay near the water. However, Luc was an amazing father to the little girl and gave her nearly everything she desired, while still managing to keep her tied to the ground. The six bedroom manor was located on a large amount of property with leave way to a private section of the beach, giving Samantha the freedom to roam around as she pleased.

The only mother figure that was always there for Samantha was her nursemaid, Phoebe. Phoebe was a kind, elder woman who took care and loved Samantha as though she were her own daughter. Phoebe taught Samantha her lessons as a young child; both academic and etiquette lessons. Little Samantha loved Phoebe as a mother, rather than just a servant, and treated her as such.

The first sign of magic that Samantha showed was at the tender age of eight. Luc had to return to France on business and Sammy did not want him to leave. She cried and pleaded and begged, then suddenly Luc went silent. His feet had become stuck to the floor. This was an indication of Samantha’s magical blood. With a good application of his own magic, Luc was finally free of the floor.

It was at this time that Luc decided best to move back to France. His child was going to be a witch and he wanted her to attend Beauxbatons Academy, instead of Hogwarts. So, that summer, Luc, Phoebe and Sammy moved to Brittany, France and use the house in England as a vaction home. Samantha was upset to be leave their house near the sea; near her mother, but her father insisited on moving back to France, and she lost the argument.

School Years: When it finally became time for Samantha to start school, she was more than excited. She had been waiting for it all her life (literally) and could hardly contain her enthusiasm. The idea of being on her own scared her slightly, but she was thrilled to finally have her own wand and able to experience the school that Phoebe had told her stories about.

First and second year wore on and Samantha and her teacher were quite surprised to find her as a very talented witch. She had a knack for picking up spells and was able to master them fairly quickly. Potions, however, was her downfall. While she still maintained a passing grade in the class thanks to her copious amounts of studying, she certainly wasn’t amazing at the subject. Her father and Phoebe were still very pleased with the marks she had in her classes, dispite her unsteady Potions grade.

Third year rolled around, time for Samantha to be able to go to Hogsmeade. It was excited for young Sammy, a privilege that she had been told stories about from older years and she was more than ready to experience it herself. Her first trip had gone by smoothly, she and her friends stormed the village exploring every nook and cranny, Sammy’s curious mind unable to let anything pass her. Her grades continued to stay above average, thanks to her time spent studying and willing to learn.

In her fourth year, Samantha acquired her first boyfriend. They had their first kiss on a winter trip to Hogsmeade beneath a lucky sprig of Mistletoe. They dated for a few months, before Samantha found out through a close friend that her boyfriend had been cheating on her. At first she didn’t believe her, but one day, she saw him kissing another girl. Her heart was broken from this boy and as a result, her grades began to drop a little. But soon enough, she got over him and continued to be her normal self.

She is now in her fifth year.

Personality: Calm cool and collected, Samantha is not one to burst out angrily at people. She has a serene air about her and even in the worst of situations, she can keep a calm appearance, even if inside she is falling apart. She believes that keeping a level head will help you solve the problem faster and with better results.

Curiosity is one of her very noticeable traits. She is an investigator in that she has an eye for details and an unwillingness to not let anything go by with out a short look over. But, do not mistake her for being nosy. Samantha is not one to pry into other people’s business and would actually prefer not to. Her curiosity is aimed at the intricate workings of the world and the things in it. Because of her inquisitive nature, she is a deep thinker and likes to examine all sides of a problem before jumping right in and answering. She often has her head lost in the clouds, but is more than willing to be real and practical when the time calls for it.

An extrovert to no end, Samantha is a social butterfly. She loves to go to parties, talk, and make friends. She's bubbly in every aspect of the word. Socializing and her bubbly, happy behavior is a key point in her personality, as it probably the most noticeable of all of her being on a first meeting. Samantha has no problem talking to nearly anyone, weather it be student or professors. She isn't very shy at all.

Intelligence and creativity are traits that she carries openly. She has an easily ability to absorb information and ideas. She enjoys learning and discovering new ideas. Sam loves to read all kinds of books, but her favorite kinds are those than express new ideas. A thinker to the very end, she is certainly very creative when she wants to be—and she always wants to be. Being part siren, she has a beautiful singing voice that can almost be deemed as “hypnotizing.” She loves to paint and draw and constantly be thinking outside the box.

Samantha is very artsy, adoring most all forms of art. She loves to sing and dance, but painting is one of her favorite talents. She has seemed naturally gifted in the arts since a young age and takes a great amount of pride in it. Being the extrovert that she is, she hardly ever passes up a chance to some how show off one of her art talents.

With her mother being a "guardian of the sea" if you will, Samantha adores all things nautical. It is a trait she inherited from her mother. She feels calmest around bodies of water and adores rain storms and puddles. Along with this siren trait, comes a few others. While she isn’t angered easily, once angered, it isn’t smart to provoke her further. Being on her bad side his never a smart thing to do, for she can be ruthless if need be. It is a quality about her she tries her best not to allow to show, but is there no matter what she tries to do.

Being half siren, she takes joy in leading on males of nearly any kind. She is flirtatious without even knowing it. Often, it is pointed out to her than she is flirting with someone, and she has no idea that she is doing it. Her flirting techniques are very subtle, but powerful and unique to her.

Samantha can also be very territorial and possessive as sirens tend to be. She doesn’t like anything of hers to be touched without her permission. She even gets annoyed when Phoebe cleans her room and Sam doesn’t know about it. She can often get quite silly of these things, but it strikes a temperamental point in her.

Even though she can’t help it, Samantha views the majority of her siren qualities as her weaknesses. She doesn’t enjoy being mean or anything close to it, so her siren heritiage is what she views as her downfall. While she is proud of it in some ways, having the right to say that she really is different and unique, unkindness is not something she enjoys.


All in all, Samantha is a rather nice person. She is sociable and friendly, kind to anyone she meets. She doesn’t judge people for their blood or house, but the way they are as a person. Although she values intelligence above most traits, she can be a little short with people that she sees are idiotic. As a person, she is caring, loyal, creative and wants to learn all that she can.

Role play Sample:

Hair the color of fresh soot was wrapped about a long pale finger as light blue eyes turned toward the sky. The sun had just set and Samantha Cloutier was staring at a fountian of blue colors that was the sky. Her favorite color of the blues was the shade second nearest where the sun had just set. It was a deep sort of sky blue and Sammy could get lost in ocean of blue and silver twinkling stars. Letting out a long sigh, a sudden shout broke the silence--

"LIZA!"

Phoebe, she was the only one who called her Liza, for reasons that baffled the young teenager.. Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Samantha turned toward where the voice had came from. Walking back toward the large house, she smiled politely at the elder woman. "Yes, Phoebe," she asked gently, trying hard to to show her utter annoyance at how her quiet night was broken.

"You need to finishing packing for school," Phoebe said her normal tone that sounded of busyness. Sammy sighed. She had wanted to go down to the beach and see if her mother was there. Just one visit before school was all she wanted, but that was obviously not going to happen tonight. The scene that Sam remembered from her room earlier looked like a large clothing store had exploded in her room. Dresses covered the area where the bed used to be in pristine condition, shirts and pants hid the floor, and accessories of all kinds made the dressers in her room almost impossible to find. Now, the raven haired girl was normally a neat and organized person, but she had become frustrated in trying to pack and just left the clothing hurricane to walk down to the beach. Taking a deep breath, Samantha said calmly, "I can't find my trunk."

Phoebe blinked a the lines around her mouth deepened. "I wouldn't be able to either with the state of your room," she said briskly, turning on her heel with a cxck of her head, instructing Samantha to follow. Walking past her fathers study she walked up to the flight of stares to her disasterous room.

Peace and quiet was just not going to be found tonight, was it?

Note: Half siren heritage was approved. Thank you!

Must be Rouerie

[smalls3491]

First Name: Ailina
Last Name: Elendil
Age: 12

Appearance: Slender build with large dark blue eyes, pale skin and blood red shoulder-length hair. She stands 5'0" and normally wears loose-fitting clothing or whatever she feels comfortable in.

History: Ailina was born into a middle class family in France. Her mother is a muggle, but her father is a wizard, though he has kept it secret from his wife and child. Ailina told her mother many times that she wanted a little brother or sister to play with, but her mother would only smile and shake her head. It wasnt until Ailina was five years old that the twins were born: a boy, Avron, and a girl, Ariel.

As for her father's magic, it went unknown to Ailina until age seven. While lying on the floor in the living room coloring a picture, she witnessed a friend of her father's emerge from the fireplace, for he had been traveling via floo powder. In a desperate attempt to stop her from alerting her mother, Ailina's father told her all about the magical world and made her promise to keep it a secret. Delighted by the thought of real magic, Ailina kept the promise and spent every day dreaming of what it could be like. She found herself showing several uncontrolled magical talents and quickly informed her father, who was delighted in turn.

A few years later, Ailina received a letter from Beauxbatons, accepting her to the school. It was then, however, that her father was forced to tell his wife the truth about what he truly was. Fearing him to be going insane, his wife packed her belongings, took the twins, and left him and Ailina. Now Ailina lives with her father and his sister Margaret, also a witch, in a small apartment in the city. Though burdened heavily by the loss of her mother and siblings, she continues to wait anxiously to attend Beauxbatons.

Personality: Shy, but not quite anti-social. She gets along well with adults, seeing as she lives with her father and aunt. Ailina loves to read, write, and draw, but her attention span is quite a short one. She is not exactly athletic, but enjoys sports, and manages to keep balance at all times when walking, hardly tripping on her own feet at all.

Sample RP:

"Ailina, breakfast is ready!" came the call of her aunt from outside the door. One eye was cocked open and then shut again. Two hands reached out from under the blanket and pulled the comforter firmly over the head.

"I'm not going!" came a muffled call from beneath the sheets. "I'm ill!"

"You are not. Get out of bed this minute and come eat breakfast." Margaret drummed her fingers on the door, for she knew how much this would irk her niece.

"Go away!" Ailina yelled again, irritated by the noise.

"C'mon, you're going to Beauxbatons today and you'll need to put some food in that tiny little stomach of yours. Besides, I've made your favorite: Pancakes!" She said the last word with unnecessary emphasis and in a sing-song voice. At twenty-four years old, her aunt still had not grown up at all.

Ailina's head poked out from the covers reluctantly. "With syrup?" she asked, kicking herself mentally for losing on the account of food. Still, she did love pancakes.

"What kind of person do you think I am? Of course I bought syrup for this occasion!"

Sighing in defeat, she called out "Alright, give me five minutes," and dragged herself out of bed. Reluctance kicked in once more as she pulled a long-sleeved shirt over her head. True, she had been waiting for this moment for weeks, months even, but now that it was finally here she was no longer sure that excitement was the dominant feeling. The sleeves of her shirt were way too long for her, but she didn't care. It had been one of the few articles of clothing that she had left, and Ailina insisted on wearing it to school, to remind her of what this magical world had cost her and her father.

"Well someone can't contain their excitement this morning," Margaret said sarcastically as she watched her niece trudge into the kitchen and drop heavily onto a chair. "When I was accepted at Beauxbatons I was up before dawn on the day of departure."

"Give it a rest, Maggie," said Ailina's father, who was already seated at the end of the table. He looked up from his coffee and Daily Prophet to give his daughter a tired smile. "Ready for the big day, Ai?"

"Yeah, I guess so," she answered, already tucking into three pancakes. He stared at the overlong sleeves of her shirt for a moment before sighing and folding up his paper.

"You know, it's not your fault that mum left," he informed, giving her a serious look.

"I know," she said, still not looking up from her food.

"Then why do you persist?" he asked, nodding at the shirt.

Ailina finally looked up at him with her large blue eyes. "So that we don't forget...you or I...what this has all cost us." He looked for a moment as though he might cry, but Margaret was the one who interrupted.

"Who wants more pancakes?"

Must be Cossu

[highlandcowgirl]

First Name: Allison (Allie)

Last Name: Bunon

Age: 13

Appearance: Allie is average height for her age, standing at 5' 4''. She has long strawberry-blond hair and green eyes. She seems to always have earrings in, and is always wearing the latest fashion.

History: Allie was born in Scotland, and lives with her mom, dad, older brother David, who is 15, and her twin sisters Katie and Margaret, who are three. Her mom and dad moved to Scotland from England just before David was born. Her real dad died when she was one, as a result of a car crash. Her mom re-married when Allie was three, and now she lives with her step-dad.

Personality: She is very athletic, and at her old school, she was involved in many sports. She is shy with new people, but with people she knows, you wouldn't ever guess she was shy. When it comes to choosing who to befriend, she is very careful, for she has had bad experiences with this in the past. She is also very helpful. She loves to help out with her twin sisters at home. She is also very kind toward her friends, and she loves to hang out with them whenever possible. She is a huge fan of potions, DADA, charms, and transfiguration, and has been reading books on them for as long as she can remember.

Sample RP: It was a normal day at the Bunon house. They were all sitting down to breakfast, when a owl swooped in, and dropped a envelope on Allie's plate.
"What the?" asked David. "Well, Allie, I suppose you ought to open the envelope." commented her mom.
As Allie tore open the envelope, her hands were shaking, because she did not know what to expect. When she opened the envelope, she found a letter.
"Dear Miss Bunon,
It is with my great pleasure to invite you to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. I hope you will except this invitation. Please reply with the owl this letter has been sent with by July 31. When I find that you except this invitation, I will send you a list of the supplies that you will be needing for school.
Sincerely,
Madam Maxime
Headmistress" read Allie. "Wow. I wasn't expecting this!" said Allie, sounding stunned. "If you want to go sweetie, you may," said her mom. "Thanks mom! I'd love to go!" Allie replied.
Allie then replied to the letter from Madam Maxime. She said,
"Dear Madam Maxime,
Thank you for the kind invitation. I would love to attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Thank you again.
Sincerely,
Allie Bunon" Allie then secured the letter to the owls leg, and sent the owl off.
After this, Allie went straight to her room, and threw everything that she thought she would need in a pile.
A few days later, Allie got the list of supplies. She and her mom then went off to get all the supplies that she would need. When she got home, she started to pack all the things that she would need in her trunk.
A week later, it was time to go and get on the carriages that would take her to Beauxbatons. "Allie, time to wake up! It's your big day!" cried her mom from downstairs. "Alright, I'll be down in a minute." called Allie in reply. Allie then picked up her trunk and hefted it down the stairs to the kitchen. "Oh, yum! You made my favorite; pancakes with butter and syrup! Thanks mom!" exclaimed Allie. "Your welcome dear, now hurry up and eat, I let you sleep in a little because it's your big day." said Allie's mom. Soon enough, Allie had finished breakfast and was ready to go. "Well, let's go then," said Allie's mom. "Alright, let me just go say goodbye to David, Katie and Margaret." replied Allie. Alright, but be quick," said her mom.
A few minutes later, Allie and her mom were on their way to drop Allie off at the carriages. About a half-hour later, they arrived. "Well Allie, here we are," said her mom. "Ya. Look at those carriages!" exclaimed Allie. "Well, lets get your trunk out of the car, we don't want to be late!" said her mom. "OK," replied Allie. About a minute later, they had the trunk out of the car, and they were walking toward one of the carriages, which had a person that looked like a person to tell you where to go. "Where is a carriage where my daughter, a first year, can get on?" Allie's mom asked the man. "Right over there ma'am." replied the man. "Thank you," said Allie. Allie and her mom then walked over to the carriage that the man had instructed to go to. "Well this is good-bye then," said Allie's mom. "Ya, I guess so," said Allie. Allie and her mom then hugged and kissed good-bye, and Allie got on the carriage. "See you at Christmas!" her mom called as Allie waved out the window.
After the carriage was full, about ten minutes later, the carriage lifted off into the sky.

Must be Rouerie.

[bellatrixogden]

Full Name:
Evelyn Alecto Westerlund
(Prefers Ewy)
Age:
14
Appearance:

Ewy is average height for her age, has light blonde wavy hair and is very slender and athletic. She has striking green eyes, but they often change depending on her mood. She has clear pale skin and soft red lips.
(Please tell me if anyone has used the Olsen's before me and I will change it)
History:
Evelyn is a member of one of the oldest but little-known Pure-blood families, with a little bit of Metamorphmagus blood in the line. Ewy herself is not a full Metamorphmagus, but sometimes her hair or eyes change color depending on her mood. She was born in Sweden on September 21st 1992. Shortly after Ewy's birth, her father was killed in a freak magic accident, leaving Ewy in the hands of her drunk mother and older sister, Bellatrix.
Bellatrix was 18 and planning to move away, but when her father died, she stayed home and bought up Ewy. Her mother just hung around in the background, not playing any part in Ewy's life, except to yell insults at her and vent steam, often ending in a deep, magically-inflicted wound that would stay around for years.
By the time Ewy was nine, her sister had had enough. Bellatrix stole Ewy and fled across Europe, stopping in France. She bought a cute little Château near Paris and found a job in the city, working in a wizarding robes shop. After this Ewy's upbringing was normal, except her sister never told Ewy what had happened to her mother.
Personality:
Evelyn can be really quite a sweet girl, but she is also a feisty creature, a risk-taker who lives for the moment. She is an immensely intelligent and Beautiful girl with a brilliant knack for sarcasm and a much deeper side to her. She is a gifted flyer and talented sorceress, just like her dear old mother. Ewy can also charm the socks off anyone if she wants something, or can be a complete and utter cow, who is not afraid of a fight, wand or no wand.
Evelyn is courageous and headstrong but rather clumsy and is still learning how to control her Metamorphmagus abilities. Ewy would be daring enough to question anything or anyone she did not agree with, but is sensitive and emotional all the same. She is approachable and friendly, but get on the wrong side of her and she has a fiery temper, with a tendency to act before she thinks.
Sample RP:
Ewy leaned on the well at the end of the village street, staring down into the deep, dark depths of it. Silent tears leaked from her grey eyes and glistened on her cheeks before falling into the well, making a quiet plop which echoed around the stone walls of the well. She was thinking of her mother. Where is she? She wondered. Despite how her mother treated Evelyn, she missed her. Every kid in the village, both muggle and magical, had at least one functional parent who had bought them up well. Don't get her wrong, she loved her sister to pieces, but she felt so bad, like she had stolen the best years of her life away from her. Every time Ewy bought this up with Bella, Bella waved it away with her hand, saying she was never going to leave without her, and denied any plans that she had had in Sweden. Ewy was so deep in thought that it took her a moment to realize someone was shouting her.
"Ewy! EWY! Evelyn Alecto Westerlund!" Her sister yelled down the street. Ewy jerked up, her eyes shot back to green and she quickly scrubbed her face of tears. She whipped herself round, acting as natrually as she possibly could and spotted her sister standing just outside of the house, wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a long striped top, hair wavy and slightly messed up. She was waving her arms high in the air and clutching a powder blue piece of parchment. Ewy ran down the street to Bella who quickly grabbed her into a rib-crushing hug, mumbling in her ear how proud she was of Ewy.
"Wait...What are you on about?" Ewy asked, utterly confused, forgetting about her mother.
"You got in!" Replied Bella in a kind of high-pitched screech.
"Got in WHERE?" Ewy said, getting slightly annoyed at her sister. Bella pulled out of the hug and gave her the blue piece of parchment, staring intently at Ewy's face, waiting for some kind of reaction. "Dear Evelyn Alecto Westerlund, You have been accepted at the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic...." She stopped reading and looked up at her sister, mouth open slightly. There was a pause as Ewy's eyes sparkled bright blue. A smile grew on her face and then Evelyn screeched "I GOT IN!"

I need you to look over your post and check your grammar and spelling.

I have tried, but it might not be perfect.

Must be Sournois

[georgia]

First Name:
Georgia

Last Name:
Smythe

Age:
16

Appearance:

Gia is quite tall for her age, reaching up to 5 feet and 8 inches. In addition to that, she's quite skinny too. That's why some would say that she looks anorexic. She has long brown hair cascading down her shoulders in perfect curls that is usually in a high ponytail. Her eyes are brown, just like her hair. They used to be hidden behind a pair of glasses, but she wears contacts now. Occasionally though, you might catch her bespectacled.

Gia is generally pleased by her overall appearance. She wasn't one to smother her face with layers and layers of make-up. In fact, she doesn't own any make-up at all. She prefers a natural look.

History:
Gia isn't quite sure of her heritage. But she does know that she's either a half-blood or a pureblood. Her father was a wizard, but her mother's heritage is unknown. Her mother left them when she was only an infant. Her father refuses to talk about her. It even seems like he refuses to acknowledge that Gia has a mother.

Originally, they were living in London. Gia's father worked in St. Mungo's as a Healer. But being a proud alumnus of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, he refused to let her study in Hogwarts. Unfortunately, he couldn't give up his job in St. Mungo's. So he eventually gave in and let her study in Hogwarts. But he eventually retired after a few years. They moved to France in a heartbeat so Gia could take her last two years of schooling in her father's school.

Personality:
Quiet.
Gia is always said to be the quiet girl. Most people believe she hardly speaks at all. When asked a question, she would merely nod or make a gesture. If you've just met her, it would hard to get a word out of her. Sometimes, her quietness is misinterpreted as snobbishness. In truth, she's just uncomfortable meeting new people.

Obsessive-Compulsive
Most of Gia's friends call her obsessive-compulsive. She's an extreme neat-freak. She can never work in messy places, or if her things are not organized. She gets easily distracted and no work can be done. She might focus more on cleaning up than her actual work.

Perfectionist.
Being 'obsessive-compulsive', everything must be perfect, from her school work to her clothes. Gia can never accept anything below that, especially her grades. Having a 9/10 in a homework is enough to drive her over the edge.

Determined.
When she wants something done, she'd do everything in her power to get it finished. Gia must always complete whatever she starts. Sometimes though, she pushes herself too much.

Sample RP:

In all her years in Hogwarts, Emmeline had stepped foot in the village of Hogsmeade less than ten times. Seriously. On a Hogsmeade weekend, she'd always stay behind. She preferred to stay in Common Room with a good book, or in the Library to study. Who would waste their time wandering along a village and spend their money on useless garbage like Dungbombs and Sugar Quills? It was just completely pointless, in her opinion at least.

But of course, there would be times when she would go to the said village. Only when she is dire need to. She'd avoid Hogsmeade completely, if she can help it. So that's where one could find her on this lovely Saturday afternoon, uneasily strolling the streets of the village clutching her cloak around her. She needed to buy a new quill, as hers snapped in half. It wasn't any other quill either, it was her favorite falcon feather quill. She couldn't use any other quill. She had to have that quill.

Walking along the High Street, Mel's eyes first landed on the Three Broomsticks. It was impossible to ignore anyway. It was the first thing you would pass after the train station. The place never ceases to draw people in. It seems like a must-go-to place in Hogsmeade. And someone once told her back when she was a third year, that a trip to Hogsmeade wouldn't be complete without going to the Three Broomsticks.

But in her case, it would be the real reason she avoided the village. It just reminder her so much about her father. And his alcoholism. Mel despised everything alcohol. She hasn't tried it and will never plan to. She has seen the effect of excessive alcohol intake, firsthand. Her father had quite a habit of drinking ever so often. He never did it on a daily basis. But there was a time that it went over board.

Mel was only eight years old when she first experienced it. She was quietly watching the Muggle television in the living room, and her mother was busy cooking supper. Her father had arrived home, obviously drunk and disoriented. His speech was slurred and he kept on losing his balance. Mel thought that he was just being funny and laughed at him. Her father had taken it the wrong way and began screaming at her. He shouted various insults at her, calling her a useless brat among other things. Surprisingly, her mother hadn't done anything about it, despite her pleas of help. She merely remained in the kitchen, as though she couldn't hear a thing.

The next day, he didn't seem to remember anything, but she knew he did. He changed, after that incident. He always seemed to ignore her. She never received hugs, kisses or even a simple word of affection from him anymore. He never hurt anyone, though. He'd still come home drunk occasionally, but that was the worst he got.. It wouldn't seem like such a big deal, but to an eight year old child, it made a difference in the world. From then on, she always thought her father didn't love her and she carried it on until this very day.

Mel continued to stare at the pub, oblivious to the fact that she was standing in the middle of the street. Why exactly is alcohol so intoxicating and enticing? she thought. She always wondered why so many people were addicted to alcohol. Her curiosity got the best of her and she tentatively walked towards the Three Broomsticks, completely forgetting why she in Hogsmeade in the first place. It wouldn't hurt to take a look right?

Upon entering, warmth immediately greeted her. The pub was indeed full to the very last table. She looked around trying to find someone she knew. Sitting alone in a table in the corner, she spotted someone vaguely familiar. She'd seen him around, being in the same year and house but all she knew was his first name. Shrugging, she decided to approach him.

"Hi," she greeted hesitantly. "Demarcus right?"

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Must be Rouerie.

[amy]

First Name: Amy

Last Name: Eliassen

Age: Eleven

Appearance: Long curly/wavy black hair, Dark brown eyes, complexion is slightly pale with light brown freckles on my nose I'm slim/slender and slightly curvaceous.

History: Laurene and Konrade Eliassen were married two years out of school they had Nicole, three years after they were married and then me, Amy two years later. I was born in Australia but moved to France when I was seven I attended a French muggle school until I was nine when my sister started at beauxbatons academy my parents then home schooled me and I got too meet my whole family which were all witches and wizards, after spending two years getting to know everyone in my family I was old enough to start going to a wizards school.
Personality: I'm a very bubbly girl most of the time I like to read and I have fun helping people I care allot about everyone and I always give second chances I enjoy spending time with my family and hearing stories about there time at school I am funny at times and love to play jokes on people with my cousins.
Sample RP: "Guess what Amy I have great news" Nicole said with unmistakable excitement in her voice
"what tell me what what” replied Amy jumping up and down on the lounge room floor Nicole Had been keeping a secret for most of the holidays and today was the day she was going to reveal it Amy was happy beyond all belief
"Well" Nicole said sipping her sweet hot chocolate staling
"What" Amy squealed twiddling her thumbs
"Well I was going to tell you earlier but I think ill tell you now your coming to beauxbatons" she exclaimed proudly
Amy screamed in amazement and began to dance on the spot
The there mum spoke from the corner of the room hidden by the large grandfather clock "Amy go get dressed were going shopping"
Amy ran up there stairs to her bedroom crashed threw the door out of breath and got dressed in such a hurry when she got back downstairs her shoes were on the wrong feet and her shirt on back wards.
After her second attempt at getting dressed they left to get her school supplies.
In the car on the way to the shops Amy spoke excitedly " I'm getting a wand and robes and books and an owl"
"An owl" her mother said shock in he voice
Amy mocked gasped then began pleading
"Please oh please" with a tone of pure need
"Maybe" her mom replied
Amy hummed for the rest of the trip feeling quite happy and proud
"Were here” she screamed at the sight of the tall Grey buildings in which she would get her supplies
She had never felt so happy!

You still need to work on your grammar in your RP.

[anastasia]

First Name: Anastasia
Last Name: Le More
Age: 16

Appearance:



History:
Anastasia lives in England with her father and step-mother and father. But as her father came from France and went to Beauxbatons so wanted his daughter to as well. Anastasia’s mother went to Hogwarts School. Both sides of Anastasia’s family are full of very well respected wizards and witches. Ana's mother died when caring for dragons, she wasn't paying attention and paid price.
Ana can speak a little bit of French but not too much, but she surprises herself at what she dose know. As her family are all magical she is pure-blood, and has grown up around it so knows a lot about magic to begin with.

Personality: she is very good at magic and knows it she can boast about it at times and be a bit arrogant. All though she knows she’s good at magic you won’t find her in the library studying, and it is unlikely to see her read about it she rather be out hanging with friends and having a good time. All her magical knowledge has come from her family and she tend to just contain the facts she is told. She can be a flirt at times but that’s her way of being friendly. She isn’t friendly to all thought some time she can make a problem just for entertainment. But around her mother and father she acts innocent to get what she wants. It’s mainly her ants and uncles and friends that know her real her.

Sample RP: Ana came runny down her stairs at the same time still putting on her jacket and at the bottom she quickly put on some shoes and ran to the door before she was hounded with questions from her parents. She open the door and was about to walk out when she heard her fathers voice behind her.

"Anastasia Le More, why are you going in such a rush." he said with a slight French accent.
Anastasia let out a quiet sight and turned around with a smile on her face. "No were papa just going to see uncle Philip." she said closing the door.
"Ah really Uncle Philip."
"Yes papa. I will be fine." she said giving him a kiss on the cheek and walking back over to the door and opened it.
"I spoke to Uncle Philip this morning. he's going to Romania for a holiday." he said using that i know your lying and im going to find out what your really doing tone that Anastasia hated. Ana let out a quiet sigh again and turned around and closed the door.
"Oh that was Uncle Philip."
"Yes that was Uncle Philip."
"Oh ok i guess i was getting confused, well I’ll just be going." she said and turned around,
"Ana no." her father said strictly. Ana stopped and tuned back around "Ana why won’t you tell you old papa were you are going. i am just worried about you,"
Anastasia smiled and walked over to her dad and he gave her a hug.
"Sorry papa. I dont want you to worry. I am just going to see friends."
"Well the more you lie to me the more i worry Ana. You need to tell your step-mother and i when you’re going out. And if you'll be back for dinner."
Ana laughed, "You’re just worried about when dinner will be served aren’t you papa." she said poking his bell. "You always think of your stomach be for me," she said jokingly
"I know its terrible right," said her dad laughing. "I do love you Anastasia. You do know this."
"I know papa." she said kissing him on the cheek. "Im just going to see friend, and I’ll be back before dinner. Dont you worry,"
"Ok then." he said giving her a final squish before letting her go.
"Thank you papa. Tell ma i love her to." Ana said before leaving the house. "Thank god for that" she said under her breath and quickly got away from the house before she was called back.

Still need some work on the RP though.

Must be Sournois.

[azrael]

First Name
Azrael

Last Name
Wolfe

Age
17

Appearance
Starting at his head, Azrael's hair is a deep shade of brown with a deep red sheen to it, like a cherry mahogany color. It isn't long, as hair goes, but it reaches the bottom of his ears. It's the same length all around, and it often goes into his eyes. The eyes themselves are almond shaped and a deep color of brown. His skin is slightly pale, like he doesn't get enough sun. He's of average height, about 5'10''. His body is slim, but he's muscular in all the right places. His muscles don't bulge, they're more subtle than that. They are a part of his body, employing subtle shadows and lighting to make it seem like there is more there. He is in very good shape.

In the way of clothing, Azrael likes to wear anything that is comfortable to him. He loves layers, often wearing shirts on top of each other. When he was younger, he liked his pants tighter, but recently, he's taken to wearing baggier pants, not falling down to your ankles pants, but baggier pants than he used to wear.

History
His birth wasn't extraordinary. He was born to a regular wizarding family, or so he thought. His father once told him the truth about his mother, when he was fifteen. He told Azrael that his mother was a half vampire. He told him that she needed blood to live, but had perfected the art of hiding this side of her being. He also found out that day, that his father, while mostly human, had a trace of vampire in his blood. This came as a bit of a blow to him, but he got used to it. As a child, Azrael wasn't one of those rebellious, bitter teens, intent upon taking everything their parents do or say personally.

He pressed for their life story and found out that they were born in different sides of the earth, his mother here in France, and his father in the united states. His maternal grandmother and grandfather weren't French, however, and moved there from America before his mother was born, so his mother never had a French accent. She could speak French though, fluently. His mother, Amalie Gradian, met his father when he was studying abroad. His father was a muggle of the worst kind. He was a very curious young man, and had a slightly nerdy streak. He was in college, and was sent to France to study. He hadn't planned on meeting anyone, but found first a friend and then a soul mate in the beautiful Amalie. They soon became inseparable, people often asking the stunningly gorgeous young woman what she was doing with such a bookworm, but she told Azrael once in confidence that his father was one of the most adorable beings on the planet. He was so sensitive and caring. It soon came that his father, Darren, couldn't leave Amalie, and he stayed in France, transferring to a University there. They wed once they were both finished with their education, and a few years later had Azrael.

Personality

Azrael seems to have retained some of his father's traits. He has a sensitivity that is touched to the core, he likes to read, but doesn't do so openly. He seems to be more his mother, though, in his very small mannerisms. He likes to keep busy, and absolutely hates boredom. This has caused him to adopt a hobby. When he was ten, Azrael held his first guitar, a friend's. He loved the way it felt in his hands and begged his family for one. His mother relented and bought him one. He then worked on perfecting his craft, and by the time he was sixteen, he was playing in local cafes. He was amazing, but never has any huge aspirations for a career. His guitar was a hobby, and he likes to play it in front of an audience, no matter how big or small.

He can tend to be a bit of a narcissist, and likes attention to be on him. He curbs this though, and can stand not being paid much attention to. He isn't shy, and won't hesitate to introduce himself. He can be a flirt, but has morals and isn't a "player". He is very respectful of women and girls and can get very attached, to the right young lady. He has this soft aura about him that can be very attracting to some people. He avoids direct sunlight, his vampire heritage causing it to be very uncomfortable in large doses. He won't catch on fire, but he burns easier to most, and while he isn't a shut in, he will likely stay in the shadows and out of direct sunlight. Not much else shows his vampire heritage, luckily, he doesn't need blood at all.


Sample RP
The sound was like a blast in his head. The young man with the cherry brown hair sat back in his armchair. He was thinking deeply while he stared out of the sun room, his brown eyes thoughtful. The sounds that engulfed him could be seen as some as annoying, even frightening. The storm that lit up the darkness outside was merely soothing to the boy. It helped him clear his head, and the sound of the rain on the roof was like a gentle melody. Nature had its own music, and he often employed this to aid him in improving his own. Running a tongue over his lips, he gripped the emerald hued guitar in his hands. he ran his hands down over the strings, listening to the "twang!", of the strings. The sound filled the room and then tapered into oblivion. He paused for a few seconds, seemingly absorbing the sound.

At length, he began strumming on the strings again, putting the notes together in a beautiful melody. He timed the music with the rain still pattering the roof in measured strokes and the thunder making itself known in the night sky. This was perfect, it was what he wanted. This moment couldn't be suspended in time, no matter how much he wanted it to be, but he would keep it for a small while, anyway, playing his guitar in time to the storm outside.

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Must be Cossu.

[wizardtc2]

First Name: Tommy
Last Name: Trient
Age: 14

Appearance:

History: Tommy was born in Hanoi, Vietnam, The same place as his sister which that goes here her name is Hien Trient. Well, Tommy used to go to Durmstrang and now he's going to Beauxbaton, His family moved everywhere with him because he was the youngest in the Trient family right about now. His family gets him and his sister about anything they want but what he really wants is to hang out with his family just ones because he never gets to spend time with his family and it's really sad, too cause his family always have to work.

Personality: Tommy is a loyal friend always tell the truth, he always love to play games. He spends most of the times on his laptop he's kinda smart but mostly he's brave and never shy he is sort of athletic like his sister. He always hang out with his friend and make his friends tease his older sister.Mostly the good class that he is a little smart is the Defense Against the Great Arts,He just loves to use magic.

Sample RP: Tommy had came to his dorm, He put his suit case down, and stood up an laid down on his bed. He was thinking about Beauxbaton then he grabbed the phone to surprise by calling his older sister.

.......Ting-Aling-Ting-Aling.......

So then Hien picked up the phone, He ask, "Her guess where I am?", She said, "Where?", He said,"Right here at Beauxbaton!", She ask, "Him are you visiting me?", He said, "No I go here!", She said, "Ok!", He asked, "Her can you go to the Entrance Hall?", She said, OK!", So they both went down stairs to the Entrance Hall.

.........Step Step Step...........

So they met and She said, "WOW, you have grown Tommy!", and He said, "Yes, I have.", so they said OK I have to go and they went to they're dorm so Hien went to get her galleons to go shopping and Tommy went to his dorm to take a little nap.

........Sleep Sleep Sleep..........

[beautyprincess513]

First Name: Nicole
Last Name: Bella
Age: 16

Appearance: Nicole has hazel eyes and has short brown hair.She has light skin and a beautiful smile.

History: Nicole does not really know much about her real family. She lives with her aunt and uncle and her younger sister. All she really knows is that her parents left her with her aunt and uncle when she was five and her baby sister was one. The day her mom said good-bye she promised her mom she would take care of her sister. That promise has never been broken and she loves her sister to death. Her parents always lived in France and she adores it. Though Nicole claims she does not know much about her family she does know she is a pure blood.

Personality: Nicole is always happy and is very sweet. Yet beneath her sweetness she is a tough cookie. She will let no one stand in her way and will protect her sister no matter what.

Sample RP: Nicole sat in her room and looked out the window. She could not believe she was going to attend Beauxbatons Academy. It what she always dreamed of. She smiled when her sister Kaitlyn came in. Kaitlyn was a sweet girl and she loved her sister no matter what.
"You excited?" Kaitlyn said as she sat next to her older sister.
Nicole smiled and hugged her sister. "Ya, but I'm going to miss you a lot." Kaitlyn smiled and laughed
"Don;t worry sister" She said. "I will be going to Beauxbatons soon. I want to be just like you." Nicole sniffed a bit holding back her tears. She was proud of what her sister just said. She knew that if there mother was there that she would be proud of them both. Nicole kissed her sister's forehead and got up.
"well." Nicole said holding back tears. "It's time for me to go." Kaitlyn hugged her older sister and cried. Nicole cried too. She was going to miss her sister, but Nicole knew that her sister soon enough would be with her at Beauxbatons.

Your personality needs to be at least a paragraph.

[mrod]

First Name:Manny
Last Name: Rodriquez
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Manny grow up with his twin brother Ricky, that is now a Sourios here at Beaxbatons. As Manny grow up in his little house in North Carolina in Charlotte, his mom and dad wanted him and his brother to live with muggle until they got their letters that they were invited to come and stay at this school. AS Manny grow up he played Football so that him and his brother wouldn't me playing the same sport. Ricky had chosen basketball. At the age of seven Manny's mother died in a fire at her work place. Manny almost gave up football, but lucky his brother Ricky told him that playing football would have made his mother happy so he continued to play. Only he didn't really talk very much now. To him it just didn't seem right to.
Personality: Manny is a very quite kid. He is a shy boy but once you become a friend his very outgoing. Manny doesn't talk unless he is spoken to. He doesn't do well in the classes because he rather be writing a song. He is very artistic with his music. Music is his way of letting go of the bad things that happen in his day.
Sample RP: It was a very cold morning and Manny couldn't sleep. So he walked out to the common room the see if he was the only one up or not. To his surprise he wasn't. There were a couple of kids sitting around the fire to get warm. He nodded to the kids but didn't say a word. Then Manny walked back into his room and got dressed into his house robes. As he got dressed he look at his bed. There was a letter that he didn't even notice. Manny went to read it. It was from his brother Ricky.

"Dear brother,
I can't believe that you have finally came to Beauxbatons. It's going to feel just like home to you once you've seen everything. I would really like to see you so come to the lake this morning and meet me there."

Once he read the letter he was off to the lake to see his brother that he hadn't seen in a long time.

As he reached the lake he looked for his brother. Manny wasn't sure where he would be but he hoped that he would be to far from him. Manny had missed his brother so much that he had to came to Beauxbatons. Back home they were never apart they were always side by side in everything they did. Other than sports but that was a different story. To Manny it seemed that he had walked a long ways so he decided that his brother would find him. So he took a seat on a flat rock and waited for his brother, Ricky, to show.

I need more information on your actual personality. Also you need to work on your RP a bit.

I fixed my RP and my personality I hope it works.

I think you need to check over your post for any spelling errors.

I check the spelling

[lingol]

First Name: Eryk
Last Name: Adish
Age: 14 3/4

Appearance:


History:

Eryk was born in 1993 in Australia to Anne Adish. Eryk’s father is unknown.
Eryk was living in Australia for 5 years before he moved to France and went to a muggle school. Whilst Eryk was wandering through a street of the wizarding world he met a girl (Marlyn DuVont.) who is now Eryk’s best friend. Whilst hunting down a potion ingredient Eryk was bitten by a werewolf and is therefore cursed with this problem.

Personality:

Eryk is any thing but a typical 14 year old.
He enjoys poetry and creative writing, there is nothing he likes better then sitting in his room and writing down an interesting adventure. Eryk is quite smart but also very modest about it.
His mysterious personality can become both intimidating and irritating, as you can never tell if he is sarcastic or serious. Once Eryk allows you to get close you will find him a lot of fun.

Sample RP:

Eryk walked through the lounge room into the kitchen. He opened a cupboard pulled out a lollypop unwrapped it and began to suck on it. He walked over to another cupboard and opened it.
Whilst looking for nothing in particular he heard rustling behind him.
He turned and noticed his mother hovering, her fairy wings flapping, and unintentionally dusting the top of a high shelf. Her bright pink wings fluttering quickly created an irritating high pitched humming. Eryk’s mother, Anne, turned to her son.
“You alright, dear?” Anne asked her son with a slightly tinge of worry in her painfully sweet voice. He loved his mother dearly but he hated her bubbly sweetness. He wasn't a bubbly sweet kind of person and his mother's constant cheerfulness was enough to drive him insane.
Eryk turned and looked at her, his deep black eyes pretty much burning a hole into his mother's overly bright and cheery eyes.
“Wolfs bane.” He spat and went back to rummaging thought the cupboard. He wasn't much for talking with his mother, he spent as little time away from her bubbly-ness as he could, almost as if it was a disease and Eryk was afraid to catch it.
“Ah bottom cupboard and on the left.” replied his mother who was now half out of the window to begin cleaning up the outside. One of her favourite things to do, and one of Eryk’s least. Bright sun, chirping birds, children's laughter that really wasn't for him, he'd much rather but shut up in his room with a pen and some paper.
“Kay” Eryk said to no in particular as he picked up a jar with a strange and unusual plant in it. He left the room and walked up stairs to begin packing.

Must be Cossu.