Sorting (Term Seven)

[taken]

First Name:
Oliver,,



Last Name:
Spektor,,



Age:
16,,



Appearance:
,,



History:
Oliver spent most of his life raised as a proper young boy, he had the finsest schooling untill he reached 11 when he was to be taught of magic. He has always had a sort of inner rebel, and when he hit the age of 15 Oliver decided that this would be his last year of solitary confinement. He begged his parents to him go, and venture to a real school. Finally they agreed.

Now his parents are the icing to the cake, they are wealthy, and stuck up. In a way he had always been looked at the same way.

Oliver has no siblings, but he does have a lot of relatives. His family goes way back, and they are purebloods. They are set in their ways, and have then ideals.



Personality:
Hes proper, and always uses good manners. Oliver is intellegent just because he had the schooling. Hes sarcastic, and cunning. But also very charming, and flirtasious. When he sees what he wants then he wont let anything get in his way. Oliver is bull headed, and sometimes wont let anyone tell him, hes wrong. He loves to take lead in any possible event. Oliver is tough, and loves to play sports. Olivers is cocky, and talkative. But at the sametime he'll befriend anyone.



Sample RP:
With one glance all he sees is his bed chambers, and within held a couple of other beds. So he was to have roommates, Eh? It wouldnt be so bad, hopefully he could become adjusted to it. His eyes captured the unique taste of the room, and he found himself taking a likeness to the room.

It was odd though, the room was dark, and dweary, and it seemed to have no sign of life. But yet, Oliver already felt like he was back home. Now he had only seen the entrance and a few other parts so he couldnt wait to get out and see what else there was.

He had a funny feeling that he was going to like this place, and already that of what mischeif, he could get himself into. A sly smile prickled his lips. For this was going to be a start of a new life, which he was found of.

You have a lot of spelling errors. Fix those and I'll sort you.

[babyboo]

First Name: Victoria

Last Name: Justelo

Age: 13

Appearance:

History: Victoria, or as others know her, Vicki, lived her life as her silly self. She first lived in Brazil, then she moved to Spain, and finally her family lives in England. Vicki always played with her friends at her home, but when she moved, she has to leave those friends behind. She was born in Brazil, because thats where her dad lived. She moved to Spain when she was eight because thats where her mother grew up. Then, She moved to England when she was twelve years old because her mother said they needed to go somewhere new.

Personality: Vicki is silly and spontaneous. People tend to think she is the life of the party. she has her own style and loves to joke around. She isn't full, all the time goof- off. She is a very bright kid but she is only smart when she needs to be. When people purposely annoy her, she tends to get aggravated. At some of her old homes, she was known to get annoyed by people poking her repeatedly. When people annoyed her very much, she was known to smack them. She wasn't necessarily mean, she just did not like to be purposely annoyed. She also likes to flip and climb trees.

Sample RP: Victoria had just walked into the school and saw groups of people sitting there. They were all walking around in large packs. She was sort of nervous because this was her first time at such a huge school. she had been to so many new schools that she knew how to make lots of friends, she just thought she would get lost here.

She walked back outside and started to walk to, who knows where. She ended up almost falling into the lake because she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. She slipped a little but stopped herself from falling. She walked over to a bench to sit down. while she was sitting down, she got tired. She went into a light sleep for a few seconds then was awakened by a few drops of water on her face. She opened her eyes and saw a soaking wet boy that had just run past her. He most likely just fell into the lake. Vicki started to walk inside to get some rest when someone had come up to her and said something that she didn't hear clearly the first time. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Must be Sournois.

[bronwyn]

admin said:

To get sorted you must put on the blue cloak, pictured below, and it will read your mind to see what kind of person you are and to see what house you belong in. The cloak once belonged to Adora Rouerie, one of the original founders. She is the one in the picture below.

Sorting Cloak



Three houses' threads entwined
Within my cloth of blue
One thousand years of history
Have led us down to you
Which house do you belong in?
Rouerie, Cossu, or Sournois
Which will you find your kin within
You're sure to found out soon

Beneath the raven lies
A house of purest blood
The house of Boden Sournois
Takes only those bourgeois
Whom posess the parfait sang
It breeds those of arrogant mind
And those of blackest heart
Are sure to find their kind

Those who choose to join
the house of blue and green
The place for those of a mind keen,
Those students of Adora Rouerie.
A peacock is the house bird
And tradition is the word.
Most who make their home
Are clever, kind and shy
They are often found soaking up a tome.

Last of all, is the house
of those with creative thoughts
Whether be music, art, or poetry
Creativity is to be wrought
Of those who are chosen
for the home of Jocelin Cossu
With colors of the purest white and bluer than the sky
Cossu may be the one to pick
For your imaginative eye

These houses, three
Noble, each, it's sure
Whether you're clever, creative, or pure
We have a home for thee
Amongst the hallowed halls
Of Beauxbatons Academy

--Sorting Cloak Song by Bella Fiore

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Site Rules

Reply to this thread to get sorted!

To be sorted I want you to fill out the code below. Also please don't go copy the traits directly from the history. Just write truthfully about your character.

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[b]First Name: Bronwyn
[b]Last Name:Delacour
[b]Age:14
[b]Appearance: long dark blonde hair with beautiful big brown eyes. She has lovely olive skin and is highly regarded by all.
[b]History: Bronwyn all is a witch who was born with muggle parents and there for had hardly any understanding of the wizarding world. Despite that she has settled in very well there. She is the apple of her daddy's eyes and he simply has to give her all the best. She has grown up living is Australia her whole life.
[b]Personality: Bronwyn is a quiet person but at the same time she is very bossy when around friends. She is very tuned in with beautiful objects and enjoys art and music.
[b]Sample RP: Her hair was set in an loose bun and little blonde curls were falling around her face. She had glittering brown eyes that went lovely with her stunning olive skin. Her teeth shone like pearls in the beautiful sunlight.

[b]*I need a paragraph for History and Personality, no exceptions. You can either write a paragraph or post a pic for the appearance of your character. For the sample RP, we don't need an insanely long RP, just one that shows your ability. As for age, no student can be over the age of 18.[/b][/quote]

[bronwyn]

First Name:Bronwyn
Last Name:Delacour
Age:14
Appearance: Bronwyn has long blonde hair and beautiful Brown eyes. OH . . . and who can resist her beautiful smile.
History:Rosabella was born in a small town on December 7th, 1993. Ever since she was young, Rosabella has always loved anything involved with music. Her parents signed her up for piano lessons and singing lessons as a child, knowing that it would boost her talent. While she was young, Rosabella was extremely shy, always staying with one of her family members instead of being on her own. Every day, she would practice on her piano or sing. As she grew older though, she became more independent and outgoing
Personality: Bronwyn's image is tasteful and very tuned into beautiful objects such as mucis and art.
Sample RP: She couldn't believe it. They day that she would start school at Beauxbatons was so near. She had imagined it for so long and in a matter of days she would finally arrive to school in the beautiful carrige that from what she heard was pulld by stunning white winged horses.

Please read the rules. Your name won't work. Also, you've double posted, there's no need for that. Personality is too short. RP needs a lot of work still.

[dh]

First Name: Daphne

Last Name: Heathcliff

Age: 16

Appearance: I'm hoping my Sig and Ava will suffice...

History: Daphne was born in a small town in Germany, the only child to a blood-fanatic couple – Adam and Claire Heathcliff - and the first girl in two generations of the Heathcliff family…though that didn’t make it a happy occasion. Her father, as well as the entire family, had been expecting a boy. At the doctor’s announcement of a girl, Adam is said to have gone into a fit of rage and had been quite near to “disposing” of her, before his own mother stepped in and calmed him down.

Claire, Daphne’s mother, spent little time with her daughter, and died two weeks before Daphne’s 5th birthday. Her father moved himself and his daughter from their home in Germany to France soon after his wife’s death.

Though Daphne had been the undesired child, her father spent a great deal of time doting on her. Beyla, Daphne’s nanny, brought her up to be a proper pureblooded young woman. And it was only customary that she take lessons, to ensure she would grow up to be an accomplished woman.

Her father has never taken an active role in the Dark Arts. Though he fully supports anyone who wishes to cleanse the world. Daphne learned, from him, what was right and what was wrong…or at least her father’s view on the matter.

Personality: Stubborn, spoiled, moody, conceited, and somehow charming are only a few of the words that come to mind that describe Daphne Heathcliff with any justice.

Daphne learned early on how to manipulate people into getting what she wanted. And if it were something she really wanted, she would do almost anything to get it.

Usually, she can keep her emotions in check. But her temper is short. She has a sharp tongue, and – if given reason – can be downright murderous. On any given day, she enjoys watching other people suffer, whether being the one to inflict pain in others or not.

Daphne is capable of loving, despite the above description. But very few can weave their way into her heart. She is very loyal to those select few.

She can also be a bit flirtatious. Whether she means to or not. It can be a curse, sometimes. But usually she employs her talents with grace and elegance. Daphne is never too friendly, though. If her actions are unintentional, she tends to realize what she's doing at some point, and correct her wrong...usually with a huge blow to the poor bloke's ego! She's not looking for love. She sees love as something you can't create, it just happens...

Sample RP: The sun was shining bleakly through the ceiling high windows. The halls were deserted, save for her. The quiet sound of her quick footsteps reverberated off the stone walls. A tear escaped one of her honey brown eyes, and she wiped it away furiously. He would not get to her; no one ever had, and he certainly would not be the one to break her. Not even now.

She paused, turning to look back. He hadn’t followed her. She couldn’t decide whether that was good or bad. Perhaps a bit of both. Her chest rose and fell at a quick beat. Her mind was spinning. What was she supposed to do?

The wall gave her something to lean on. She stared into the hall. Ghosts of the exchange formed before her eyes, and she was left to watch, helpless.

“You’ve got to be joking!” His voice was a loud whisper. She instinctively took a step away from him, looking at the floor. “I’m not,” she replied weakly. He angrily brushed loose hairs away from his face. “Ellie,” his voice was dangerously low. She lifted her eyes to meet his. “Ellie, you will get rid of it.” Her eyes grew wide. “I-I-I wont, Theo.”

In spite of it all, he laughed. “And what do you expect to do once you start showing, hmmm?” He demanded. “And what after you’ve given birth to the thing?” She reached her hands out to his, but he stepped away from her, glaring.

“We’re…” She couldn’t find her voice now. “We’re what, Ellie? Engaged?” He spat at her. “Must I remind you, the rules of a proper engagement do not include sexual encounters with one another!” Despite everything she was feeling at that moment, Ellie managed to remain calm. “Perhaps you should remind yourself as well, then,” she said, taking another step away from him. “I will not destroy our child, Theodore.” And with that said, she turned on her heel and ran down the hall.

Ellie stood against the wall, the ghosts finally fading away. She had wrapped her arms around her stomach, as if that could protect the child growing inside of her. What was she supposed to do now? Was she to drop out of school at 16? Or would she give birth in the hospital wing? Would they even allow that? How had her life turned so grey in such a short time?

Must be Sournois.

[mattywatty]

First Name:
Matthew “Matt”

Last Name:
Arkwright

Age:
16
Appearance:


History:
Matthew was an illegitimate son; his father is William Arkwright and his mother, Candyce Phillips who is a Muggle were out having fun that day when they were both in the early 20’s. As a result of their little ‘fun’, Candyce became pregnant to a boy. Candyce and William never took their relationship seriously, though. In fact, they drifted apart, ever since the both of them knew that Candyce became pregnant. As a result, William was made raise Matthew up till present.

For the most part of Matthew’s life, he and his father lived in California and sometimes moved around a bit. However, when Matthew reached fifteen, both of them decided that a change of air would be good, so they moved to France. It was then that William explained to Matt that the actual reason for them to move was that, he was going to send Matthew to Beauxbatons. At first, Matt thought that it was a joke. Funny, it seemed, in the beginning but he soon learnt that his father was a hundred and one percent serious about it. William is a wizard and Beauxbatons was where he was schooled until he moved the US of A.

Matthew, now fully believed that he too was a wizard is determined to be a good wizard, much unlike his father, whom he learnt escaped a war against death eaters a very long time ago. Matthew, even before he was schooled, wanted to learn a lot about magic, which William did teach a bit here and there. However, what Matt still doesn’t know is that there were many dangers that lurked in the dark and mysterious wizarding world, which Matt would never learn about from his father.

It was still unclear, though, whether William regretted his actions by telling Matthew about his true self. And whether Matt knew about Candyce Arkwright, for as far as he was concerned, Matt thought that his mother died in a car crash.

Personality:
Matthew.. He could well be considered a boy with an open mind, hungry for knowledge when it comes to magic. He has the drive and determination to be a perfectionist sometimes, but well, since he attended Muggle school for some time before, Matt really does have some Muggle principles. He does believe that boys should never ever be beaten than girls, which is the reason why he could be rather cold towards his peers who do better than him; but of course, he does try to change all those.

In fact, Matt could really do well impressing girls. He liked the idea of flirting with girls for sometime, if not frequently. Matt is a charming person inside; one who could turn frowns upside down – for ladies only, however - and is always there for his closest of friends.

However, what a few – if not some – students think of Matthew was that he was a rude and arrogant person. Although he could not necessarily be, Matthew inferred that people thought he was rude and obnoxious was probably because of some of his Muggle ways, like actually sniggering when it comes to weird spells and such. He may not be liked by these kinds of people, but Matt could not be bothered. He pretty much doesn’t care that people think he was some kind of delinquent whatsoever.

What matters is that this rather arrogant guy here, actually have some good in him sometimes.


Sample RP:

Matthew was awoken by some noise from the window a distance away from him. It didn’t occur to him that anyone would be awake at around six in the morning. His eyes barely open, the fifth year glanced towards the misty window, and spotted an owl scratching the window pane. Matt groaned. The white creature there was really becoming a bother for him. Reaching for his wand just beside the bed, Matt had the idea of scaring the bird. However, his eyes were unadjusted to the dimly lit dormitory. Flicking his wand enthusiastically, Matt was immediately thrown off the bed; he had actually attempted to throw his ‘Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them’ book towards the owl.

Matt was clearly awake by now.

Rubbing on a bruise on his left arm where he had knocked on the bedside table, Matthew suddenly wished that he hadn’t attempted to scare the owl in the first place. It would have saved him a lot more trouble anyways.

“Lumos,” he muttered. The end of his eleven inches ash wand with a phoenix tail feather core glowed brightly, although he was really hoping that the guys would realise a bright light in the dark room. Standing upright, his dark blue eyes scanned the dull, grey dormitory and Matt was fully aware that the rest of the guys were not disturbed by his clumsiness; some were even snoring, still. He stifled a small yawn, and could feel that his body was aching. Partly from the fall, and probably also due to sleep deprivation; not that petty things like body aches could ruin the rest of Matt’s day or something.

Groping for her robe in the wardrobe, Matt had decided to head down the Ravenclaw tower and simply walk around. Though he wasn’t much of a rule-breaker, the idea thrilled Matt a little, since it could be fun walking around alone. Matthew quickly slipped on his robe, and slipped his wand into the pocket. Matthew stealthily crept out of his dormitory and into the Ravenclaw Common Room. Peering behind his should once in a while, hoping not to attract the attention of any Prefects. After about ten minutes or so, Matt finally arrived on the second floor.

He had noticed a figure of a girl about his age, and Matt was wondering why there were people around. Well, the castle shouldn’t have students running out of bed, should it? Hoping that his shadows were hidden from the girl’s sight, Matt followed her up to a long hallway, somewhere he didn’t go very often. Noticing that the student in front of Matt stopped, he decided to not continue on walking either.

Matt decided to wait. He was no one to suddenly butt in and give the girl a scare. But then again, how long was he going to wait?

Must be Rouerie.

[misturzach14]

First Name:
Zachary
Last Name:
Oakley
Age: 16
Appearance:

History:

Zachary Grew up in a large house on the outskirts of Paris, he has 1 Little sister (Ashley) and one older brother (Darcy) They all grew up. knowing that they would one day.. before they turned 11 they would get the high anticipated letter, the letter of enrollment and acceptance to be at Beauxbatons academy of magic.

Zachary's first sign of magic was when he was 9 years old, he was yelling at his mother and he turned green, which to his dislike.. His mother told everyone, out of proud-ness yet he found it an utter embarrassment.


Zachary went to the Carriages saying good-bye to his mother..sister.. and father. He and his older brother jeered and waved goodbye.

Personality:
Zach is generally i nice person, he puts his friends && family first, his Normally nice personality is tainted with the way he was bought up, in a Pure-blood && powerful family. Zach is generally mean to people who are not his Superiors, people who are "below him" such as Littler kids, Half-bloods, Muggle Born's, it kicks in sometimes.

Zach comes across as a drama queen. He craves attention and is great around people like him.


Sample RP:

Zach walked out of the common room looking around, trying to remember the way he had come, the teachers here.. aren't very good at accommodating and showing newbies around. The teacher that did.. just walked him to the common room and hastily told him rules, then left..

So here Zach was deciding to go left or right, he sighed then went left, thinking of the entrance hall, and the dining hall, he needed to eat. So Zach walked around in circles trying to double back on himself.. back to the common room so he could turn right.

but those thoughts were lost when he heard a crumbling next to him, he jumped sideways as he saw a door appear, Zach looked around him thinking it was a a magical trick someone pulled on him, yet nobody was there, so Zach touched the handle cautiously and opened the door, to find a room with a fire, couch, and lots of food and drink. Zach walked in and closed the door behind him.

He served himself some Chicken, chips && salad, then sat on the couch looking at the fire.

Must be Sournois

[lexy]

First Name: Helena
Last Name: Murphy-Lewis
Age: 15

Appearance: Some what tall about 5'5. She has black hair with blonde, pink and bright purple highlights. You can only see then blonde really ans some times the purple in the right light.

History: Helena was put up for adoption when she was 5 months old. She never knew that she was adopted until she found out she had powers. Here adopted parents (Samantah and Chad Murphy). She has 6 sisters and 2 brothers. 4 of those sisters arte her real sister and the 1 of the brothers are her real brothers.

Personality: Sweet. Energetic, Loves photograpy. Wants to become a professional photograper when she gets older. She loves to read on special occasions. She is nice when its needed but when some one gets on her bad side she snaps. Helena is always smileing. Most of the time she puts her friends before herself. But some times being a telepath gets in her way

Sample RP:
Helena walked along the edge of the lake. She had her camera in hand. She was ready to take some beautiful pictures. Who knows what she would get to see today. Maybe merpeople or something along that line. She took in the nice brezze of the lake. She smiled at its peaceful ness.

She pointed her camera up the hill. She took pictures of some trees and flowers. Some even had her shadow in them. She felt satisfied with her work. She put her camera in her poket and started to walk under a tree. She got under a tree and sat down under it. She leaned up against it and closed her eyes. She soon drifted off into a deep sleep.

Must be Rouerie

[jason]

First Name:
Jason

Last Name:
Cross

Age:
13

Appearance:
Jason is known for his crooked front teeth, jet black, which seems to always be messy due to the fact that he runs his fingers through it when he's thinking hard, as well as his unique eyes of a stellar hazel color. He is the average height for a boy his age, though he does not tower like his two older brothers, or his father before him.
Jay's physique can be describe as a slim and kind of athletic, though not bulky or cocky, or anything along those lines.

History:
Growing up, Jason's only and best friend was an owl his grandfather had given him before he passed and joined his grandmother in heaven, named Excalibur. Jason really didn't care though, that his best bud was a animal. Excalibur was the only creature in his life, who'd treat him as a human being, and actually showed him that he'd cared, aside from his mother, and his late grandfather, who died when Jay was 5. No child, ever treated Jay as their equal, or called him a friend. Neither of his two brother, Jamal and Jarred, ever cared for him, they were too busy practicing the Dark Arts at Durmstrang Institute to pay him much mind. Excalibur was the only being who'd been there in Jay's time of need, like when his older brothers got into play-magical duels that would eventually lead to terrible fist fights, or when his father, Dexter Cross, Sr., would beat his mother, as though she was not his wife or a woman, but instead, a random hobo on the street.

This is why, when Jay received his letter for Beauxbatons, he jumped for joy. It seemed things were finally turning around in his life. Mainly because of his mother, who finally, when Jason was nine years old, stood up to his father, and told him she couldn't do 'them' anymore and she filed for divorce. Jason can still remember day it happened. His father told his mother that he was keeping Jamal and Jarred, so they could finish up at Durmstrang, while she could keep 'the other one', as Jay never had any interest in pursuing the Dark Arts as father and brothers did.

Jason was born on May 1st, 1993, when his mother was 18, his father 19. They thought they were meant to be, but possessing different family lives, and being practitioners of different arts, light magic witch was his mother and dark magic warlock was his father, his pop began to show his real colors, and would beat his mother like a suicidal maniac.

Personality:
Some may consider Jason a wimp, because of his eminent fear of dark magic, and his natural timidness. Jay is also very secretive and doesn't trust the world, so he may seem a little cut off from the rest of the world, but he likes it that way. He likes it that no one knows what he feels, how he never had a true friend, or how his father would beat his mother... But still, Jay would like to believe that he is a friendly person, as well as a loyal one, but he's never really had anyone to show those traits to, so he can't really be to sure, eh?

Sample RP:

Neville could still hear Dean's snoring echoing in the back of his head as he walked down the lonely, dark corridor, deep below the ground floor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The dungeons, had never before been a hangout spot of Neville's but today, or tonight rather, was different. Very different. They seemed perfect for the massive amount of thinking he had do. Moving in the darkness, he stayed to the shadows of the place and kept his ears as sharp as that of a birds, not wishing to get caught out of bed or ratted out on by Filch, who didn't seem to be anywhere in the main castle as Neville had made his way down here, or one of those rotten, little first year Slytherins, who seemed to love messing with older students, and whose annoying and arrogant ways seemed to rival even that of the first batch Neville had ever the displeasure of meeting: Draco Malfoy and those.

But never mind them, Neville thought, pushing that out of his mind and focusing back on the letter he'd received earlier today by an unknown, old, barn owl. He had been watering his Mimbulus mimbletonia when the creature came pecking at his dorm window like a madman. Surprised and a bit scared that he could make out his name on the envelope in a chicken-scratch handwriting, he opened the window and then the envelope, and read the letter that had been enclosed.

Dear Neville,

Though I don't find this surprising a bit, you however may, but I am right now on the run from 'them', as 'they' came for me a few days after your departure for school. They knocked in the door while I was bathing Mr. Fluffy-kins and figured they could take me. I whooped each of those youngsters bottoms, broke away before they could stun me, giving them a taste of that Longbottom medicine. Well, now dearest, I have to wrap this letter up, can't stay in one place to long you know. And now I just ask three things of you: try to refrain from sending me any letters, I will contact you, and please do not try to leave school to come an find your dear old Gran, and last but not least, don't worry, I'll be alright.

Love, Gran

Of course, Neville had known to take the word the word 'them' to be Death Eaters, and had known his Gran was safe, however, he couldn't help but be worried and wanting to break away from this school and find her, though, he knew she wanted him to follow her orders, and so of course, what was Neville to do but follow them? And though, his Gran was a powerful witch and all, but she was elderly and fragile all the same, and he had no way to contact her either. All Neville truly could do is keep his hopes up, pray for the very best, and that Gran stays out of the path of death and destruction all Death Eaters left. One of the most popular Death Eaters, he hoped his Gran never had to face was Bellatrix Lestrange. He sighed as he thought. I don't want to lose her like Mum and Dad.

As Neville proceeded down the eerie corridor, he heard something. It was like a soft voice singing a song he'd never before heard. As he proceeded toward the Detention Room in Dungeon Five, which is where he'd originally been heading for some peace and quiet, he realized that the voice was echoing from the small room he'd been hoping to be bare. Neville felt he should turn around and not continue to the room however, something told him he'd come to far and turning around would be the move of a fool. And so, Neville continued to the room door which had been left ajar. He'd never recalled being this frightened and this eager ever before when he'd been coming to this room for another purpose. As he slowly cracked the door open, he wished the hinges hadn't made the terrible scream they'd made, and hoped the person hadn't heard it over their own melodious voice.

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[from another site I'm on]

Must be Cossu

[sweetmisery]

First Name: Reid

Last Name: Sawyer

Age: 16

Appearance:

History: Reid Sawyer comes from a prominent muggle family. He knew he was a wizard when he got his letter when he was twelve years old. Reid's family lives in a mansion off of the coast of Ireland. He had lived there for his entire life. Reid is the only child in his family, his parents Ralph and Amara Sawyer are both Americans who made it rich there and moved to Ireland to give Reid a better place to live. Reid is the only one in his family that has an accent since he was born in Ireland and had never left until he moved to go to Beauxbatons.

Personality: Even though Reid comes from a rich family, he likes to keep a level head. He plays the guitar and writes many of the songs he plays. Reid keeps a level head in many situations and he rarely loses his temper. Reid likes to read and to have a good time. He loves meeting new people and helping others out when he can.

Sample RP: Reid awoke to his maid coming in with his breakfast. She was a small with black hair and bright green eyes. "Amara what have I told you?" Amara just smiled at him as she placed the tray on his king sized bed. "Sorry sir, your mother told me to get you breakfast. She did not want you to be late. You are supposed to go shopping with her so you will have everything you need for your school year." Reid groaned and layed back against his bed. He hated shopping with his mother, she always bought everything he didn't need nor wanted. "Fine Fine tell her I will be down in about ten minutes." Amara nodded and bowed as she walked back out of his bedroom. Reid sat there for a moment, he reached over and took a sip of his juice. His room was huge, of course it was. It had everything he ever needed. A big screen t.v., stereo equipment, black leather couch, just everything. Reid could have done without most of it but his parents wanted him happy. Reid stood and walked to his huge closet, he walked inside and picked out an outfit. He decided on black jeans, a black t-shirt and his boots. Once dressed and ready to go for the day, Reid slipped on his grandfather's cross then walked out of his room and down the stares to go deal with his mother.

Must be Cossu

[kixi]

First Name: Meg
Last Name: Calloway
Age: 16
Appearance:

History: Meg grew up in an ordinary wizarding family, living with her 2 sisters, her 2 brothers, her parents and several pets. Everything was fine, until one day Meg was wandering through the forest with her twin brother Matthew. It was late, Halloween night to be precise and the full moon was out. Suddenly, a werewolf jumped out from the shadows and no matter how fast Matthew and Meg ran, the werewolf caught up to Meg and savagely bit her in the leg. Matthew ran for help, but of course there was nothing anyone could do. She had been bitten and that was that. She transformed every full moon into a werewolf but the wolfsbane potion thankfully made her transformation less painful.
Personality: Meg is bubbly and fun to be with, if you're on her good side. If you are, then she'll be real nice and will act as a real friend should but if you're not on her good side, God help you. She'll make your life a living hell, constantly starting rumours about you and she'll be a complete b*tch to you.

Sample RP: [[this is from another site]]
Muggles..bleagh. Allie hated the thought of them. She hated nearly everything about them. No wait, scrap that. She did in fact hate every single thing about them. They were filthy creatures, not worthy enough to live in the same world as wizards. Alright, they didn't really since wizards and witches lived in a world of magic and stuff but they lived on the same earth and that was too much for Allie to handle.

So what, one may onder, was she doing in Little Whinging which is, everybody knows, a muggle town where muggles lived. Well, she didn't even really know herself. But she was there anyway...quite like Allie to show up at a place and not have any reason for being there isn't it?

It was a hot summer's day as Allie walked down the middle of the road, not a care in her mind at that moment. At the end of the street was the park, with it's funny little gazebo thing in the middle and the swings and the merry go round and slide and..yeah, you get the picture. Allie had always liked swings, and she still did until this day..even though she was well, say grown up now.

She walked into the park and towards the swings. She saw a girl, who she was almost sure was a muggle, sitting down on one of them and not moving at all, just staring into nothingness.
"Clear off!" Allie said fiercely as she shoved the girl out of the way.
"Why should I?" said the girl hotly. Allie pulled out her wand. "What the hell is that?!"
"Stupefy!" Allie mumbled, glad that no one was around. It was just her and the girl in the park. Before the girl was hit by Allie's spell, it was stopped.

Allie spun round and found herself facing a girl with a wand. A Hogwarts student, Allie was sure she had seen her around before. She took one step closer to the student as the girl on the swing scurried away hurriedly.
"What was that about?!" Allie said angrily to the Hogwarts student. "I was so close!"

Must be Sournois

[twilight]

First Name:
Twilight

Last Name:
Malfoy

Age:
11

Appearance:


History:
Twilight was originally from England where she lived in an orphanage. When she was 11 she found out she had magic. However her dream had always been to go abroad therefore she refused the invitation to Hogwarts and hunted around until she found Beauxbatons. She doesn't know who either of her parents are.

Personality:
friendly, nice, compassionate, with a few brains

Sample RP:
Twilight stepped out of the carriage. She was a little scared of coming here but she had came anyway. For a second she wished she hadn't ran away from the orphanage.

Gone were the days where she could hide from the teachers and play pranks on them.
Then she shook that thought out of her head. No time for second thoughts now she thought.

Up ahead she saw another student fall out of her carriage. it looked like she'd been pushed. Twilight wove her way towards the carriage. Lying on the ground was a fellow student.

"Are you okay?" she asked worriedly. The other girl nodded. Twilight stuck out her hand. The other girl grabbed it and Twilight pulled her up onto her feet.

Twilight stuck her head in the carriage and saw a couple of older students laughing. "Stop it!" she snarled, "it's not funny! Leave her alone. Okay," the students burst into laughter again.

The other girl brushed off her robes, smiled at her and together they walked up to Beauxbatons. Twilight had a warm bubbly feeling inside her at the thought that she might have just made a friend

Please re-read the rules. You must change your name. Personality must be a paragraph also.

[joeypotter1393]

First Name: Joseph

Last Name: Jameson

Age: 13

Appearance: Blonde hair short , Blueish eyes , 5-5 , 160 pounds

History: He found out he was a wizard years ago when his parents did it all the time both pure blood parents
[
b]Personality:[/b] Courages , loves to be challenged , loves riddles

Sample RP: Joseph sat on the beach with his locket his mother gave him before she died the year before he never let anyone else see the locket because it was so valuble in many ways because it as made of platnuim and it was dear to his heart.

This is not acceptable. First you must change your name in your profile. Your history and personality must be a paragraph no exceptions. You should remember that the sample RP shows us a preview of the quality of your posts. Your RP is not even a paragraph. I can't tell where one sentence begins and where one ends. You also need to look at your grammar, punctuation, and spelling.

[nicky]

((sorry!!))

First Name:
Nicolette

Last Name:
Marison

Age:
13

Appearance:

History: Nicolette came from a Pureblood Family.Nicolette's nickname is Nicky.She was born in New Zealand but moved to Malaysia when she was 5. Her family is one of the richest Pureblood families. She was supposed to go to the school, Hogwarts but her parents preferred this school as it was much nearer to Malaysia than Hogwarts

Personality: Nicolette is a very talented,smart, and brave girl but she can be very annoying without noticing it. if some one messes with her, she will screw them. she can be a very rude, very show-off, brags a lot, and sarcastic kind of person.

Sample RP:
"James? do you really,really like me?" Nicolette asked her boyfriend as she leaned closer to him. So close to him that she could almost smell his breath.

They were outside in the gardens sitting down on a bench. James wanted to take a walk with Nicolette. They wanted some alone time, as they didnt get to enjoy each other's company for a long time becaiuse off homework and stuff.

"Yes, I do, I really do." James, her boyfriend, leaned closer and put his hand on her neck and kissed her passionately. they kissed for what seemed like several everlasting minutes 'till they pulled apart.

"James, I dont want this day to ever end." Nicolette said while staring into James' Blue eyes."I really like you,Ii really really do." and Nicolette gave him a swift kiss on the cheek. "but,I have to go now, stupid homework. can we meet again? here? same time?"

"Yes." he said. And got up from the bench. Nicolette got up too and gave him one final kiss and made her way back to the castle, leaving James alone.

((will this do?? sorry again.))

You need to read the rules. The names Lavigne and Malfoy aren't allowed. Also as the first post states you can't just post words for your personality, we need an actual paragraph with sentences. Also you can not be heir to the Slytherin Throne. Also you need to work on puctuation, also capitalizing and so on.. This application needs some work.

[king]

First Name: Ryan.

Last Name: Williams.

Age: 14.

Appearance:

Dark blond hair. Hazel eyes. athletic body and he is tall. his smile is everything to him .. he knew that the only way to get in people heart is his smile to everybody no matter who they are ..





History:

Ryan born in the deep night of the day 14 of May. His mother Kelly was a beautiful woman. she met his father Jake when they where at school. They hated each other when they where classmates. but After they both graduated they decided to have a shot and try to be a couple and its worked. After 3 years of a happy marriage. Kelly told her husband that nothing can complete their romance more than a child well bring laughs and crying for this house . After one year Kelly gave birth for a beautiful girl her name was Emma. Emma been a lonely child for five years. Then her mother gave a birth of her second child, this time was Ryan. Ryan lived a happy childhood with his sister. She was more than a friend to him. They spends days and days playing and they didn’t had a lot of fights, when they where child. Emma went to Hogwarts school to study magic. But Ryan didn’t want to go there. When he was 11 he was more than happy to join Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Personality:

Ryan is a very smart, brave and honest .. he love his friends and will do any thing to help them. he is very loyal to them. he won't betray them even if it is the last thing he will do .

Ryan never lie and he learn that from his father. A great wizard lived with peace and victory. He always told Ryan that "Speak the truth and only the truth even if it will drive you to your death .. ".

Ryan a very hard working guy. And very good thinker. He think quick and every body notice that he always know the answer . Ryan is very strong in front of situation and issues. Ryan is a pure blood and he know that this is something unique but he never say any thing so no one will mess understand him and think that he is in the dark side.

The most important thing in Ryan daily life is that time every day he spend in front of the lake a lone and that is just before the sunset . He sat there for hours drawing and write some poems. Ryan is a talented wizard from the first time he preform a spell he always get it right. He believe in rules. And think that it is the only way to control something. Even so, he don't mind to break some rules from time to time.

Sample RP:

It was a bright Saturday noon as Ryan tromped across the grounds. Ryan ran a hand through his messed up hair and bit his lip as he walked forward to the Lake. All the student in Beauxbatons are coming back to the castle ,for the launch time, except Ryan.

He needed to relax and he knew that he well find someone to talk to . He sat down by the edge of the lake, slipped off his shoes, and let his feet skim the surface of the water. The water was bit cold but it was relaxing . He smile to him self. And look around the place he saw some students far away collecting their thing and going back to the castle .

Ryan hands went to his necklace as he thought about his life. He had spent a lot of time in the Lake. He had met quite a few interesting people there. And make a lot of great relationships. But the thing is, that he really never felt like he meant to make it. He always find him self surrounded by people and friends he even don't remember how he met them and how they became his friends.

The only thing Ryan desperately need is a real friendship. Someone he can believe in him and trust him with his life. Someone who can see him in his sadness and happiness. and he wont be bothered by that. and to be happy to help him and be there for him in the dark times more than the light and happy times.

Ryan saw a few things moving in the water he didn't know what they where but they look like they where trying to get out from the water. Ryan look at the hot shining sun as she was in the meddle of the sky. Looking like she was ruling the world. Ryan was thinking how great she is. ?!. He stay in his place for hours and hours before he came back to the real life. and went back to the castle . [/center]

Must be Cossu