Sorting (Term Eight)

[emilymay]

First Name: Emily
Last Name: May
Age: 16
Appearance:
History:
Brought up within an upper middle class family in Rome, both her parents had the expectancy of Emily being the "perfect" ideal child for any family but, as her childhood years went on she began to be more rebellious. Leaving her mum and dad in disbelief, Emily had went on and dyed her hair pink just to anger her mum - Which she found humorous as her mum yelled at her, practically blowing her top. Though Emily means well, she can't help but act the way she does. OK, she can help her acts, she just loves the action, the drama, that comes equipped with the consequences. Just one day, though, Emily went over the top in getting her naval pierced - which was removed - and running off thinking she could handle being on her which had her parents believing she just couldn't be helped in any way possible. Now, she has toned down somewhat, but she still acts her rebellious ways at times.

Personality:
Emily tends to be very proper at points, going back to the days she was taught etiquette. She also tends to be more so rebellious. Rules are something that she can deal with, Though whenever wanting to show off for someone that seems more "punkish" than herself, she'll break as many rules as possible. Emily is a VERY big daydreamer. Whenever she wants to escape reality, she will just stare blankly out at nothing and began imagining a world which she rules. Though, despite the negative aspects of her life, she can be very charismatic and persuasive. Also, she is very boy-crazy. She wouldn't go over the top for a guy (again, only if he seemed more "punkish" than she) but, she will fight for what she wants.

Sample RP:
Yawning, Emily stretched her arms up towards the sky. How long had she been sitting upon the roof? She figured at least a few hours. Em smirked at the thought of her mum probably running about the house calling her name and worrying. "That definitely would be some sight!" She bellowed out to herself as she laid back looking up at the luminous sky. Stars were already appearing ahead, and from the distance the glamorous, illuminating moon could be spotted.

It was a wonder how calm the night sky tended to get Emily. The cool air just wrapping around her small body putting her in a chill. She loved it more than anything. She deeply sighed as she began to think about her family. It was something she rarely did, but she felt like doing so at that moment. From everything I had put them through... I don't know whether to be peeved or happy that they stuck with me through the end! She distorted her face at the newly put thoughts. "They're my family! Of course they have to stick with me no matter what!" Arising quick, Emily puffed out her cheeks and rolled her hand into a fist, then slowly calmed.

It did amaze her that they even let her outside the house alone. Usually her dad would be out with her. Even on dates! She giggled at the thought. It did peeve her, but, she was glad they were worried. ...No! She can't be glad! What thing took over her mind?! "I Just C-Can't- Ah!!" Falling off the roof, after jumping up, Emily fell right into the ground pool with a huge splash! Swimming up to catch her breath, she moved the wet pink strands of hair from her face grumbling.

Must be Sournois

[davelwsn]

First Name:David John
Last Name: Lawson
Age: 16
Appearance:


David has dark blond curly hair which looks uncombed.He smiles just like his mother, and he got his father's dark blue eyes. He stands tall,this makes him look brave and proud.He actually isn't. He is build athletic. David has rough eyebrows which often create a fierce look.He has a birth mark underneath his right ear, you can hardly see it but it is there.
History:
The 26th of October 1991,11:07 PM. Madison Susan Lawson gave birth to David John Lawson. He was named after his father John Lawson. David was born at home in the old town of Canterbury, England. The man who made David,his father John, was murdered by Deatheaters. Just one night before David was born. It was hard to cope with this great loss.
John Thomas Lawson was known as a great Auror, brave and trustworthy. He left his family a house in France and a great sum of money. Madison didn't care about the money she saved it instead of spend it.It was hard for Madison to move to the house which was once from her husband so she stayed in Canterbury for a while. Since David was the only living legacy,Madison put all her in love into David. Every night before David would go to sleep she told him a story about his father who was great and brave. As David got older he started to look more and more like his father. At the age of seven Madison decided to move to the house in France. The house was near the sea, you could smell it everywhere in the house. Actually, it was not really a house it was a small cottage just enough for two.In every corner of the house you could hear the sea rush and the annoying sounds of seagulls. Seagulls could also give the feeling of safety. David had two big problems. He had never met his father and his mother forgot to love him as a person instead of his father when he was a child or sometimes even the walking and breathing legacy of John.Madison told David everything about her husband and his father,even the silly details. David knew how his father brushed his teeth,how he ate and even how he snored.
Personality:
Outgoing: David is very outgoing he takes every chance to party. He greets every person he sees,even though he doesn't know him or her.He easily makes friends and will always be positive. That's because he learned one thing of his father's death: life must go on.

Unsure: David is very unsure, a kid needs someone to tell him how good,brave or beautiful he is. Madison never told him because she was thinking day and night about David's father. This gave him the feeling that he just was a kind of clown who had to entertain his mother, and other people. He had the feeling no one could understand him or his feelings.He needs a father person who could be his idol.

Trustworthy: If you would tell David a secret he wouldn't tell anyone about it. You could give him a million to let him tell it and he will still keep his mouth shut.

Jealous: David is easily jealous. If he sees a girl winking or flirting with another even though she's ugly David is jealous. Why doesn't he get that attention? Why are they never winking at him or flirting with him?

Creative: David isn't a real diary person. He rather puts his emotion in a drawing or in lyrics for a song. He's a good portrait maker. Sometimes he sees a girl lying on the beach near his house and than he will make a portrait and she will not notice. He makes lyrics when he's desperate or in love. Sometimes heel feels like a kind of shocking lyric which is not really melodic but the words sound good and right.
Sample RP:
The sun is high up in the sky laughing at us all. More a fake smile if you asked David. This was again a day with perfect weather. The sky at its bluest the trees at its greenest and the water of the deep blue sea playing merrily with the gritty sand. David walked down the beach a note book under his arm and a pen pinched between his head and ear. He had his mind on 'status thunderstorm.'The sand was making a hard cripsing sound as he stamped along.He stopped and sat down firmly. He felt thousands of words coming up and he asked by his self if he was fast enoug to write them all down. This was not the perfect scene for a 'status thunderstorm'l- like lyric. His head created the scene by itself. Dark clouds and heavy rain were showed in his head. And he was planning to make a song only good enough for heavy metal. David started to write, not exactly write more scratch. As he scratched along the following song appeared:

Hell broke down
Hell broke down in perfect town
I feel so crap and I think I wanna quit
'She'the thing trying hard to be a mother
Is furious only because I telled the truth
I am not her 'husband' if that's what she thinks
Her husband is death, death for god's sake
Let him and Madison Susan Lawson burn in the bloody hell

When David reread it he thought it was not his best song. With a bit logical thinking there could be a melody. He didn't care about the melody this time.

Must be Cossu

[gaby]

First Name:Gabrielle
Last Name:Nadeen
Age: 18
Appearance:
History:She was born in France.Her mother died.Her father is a muggle.Her father name's Vicco.Vicco is a business man.But he don't like money.Gaby love to her father.
Personality:She is sweet, diligent and likeable.
Sample RP:Gaby in ehr house -
Gaby wake up in her room.She have a shower and wears a everday.Later she go down.Kiss her father.And her father sad 'gaby!I go to my work.Bye..'Gaby says 'Bye bye father'.Gaby wacth a tv at 12.00.But she is bored.She try some hex.Expeliarmus, sectumsempta etc..But she is bored...

I'm sorry, but this was horrible. The history is too short. The personality is way too short. The sample RP needs a lot of work. The whole thing needs a lot of work, actually. You confuse past tense and present tense. You use 'dont' when you should use 'doesn't'. You need to space between sentences. This whole thing needs to be fixed.

[jakeanderson]

First Name: Jake
Last Name: Andersen
Age: 16
Appearance:
Did you ever look in the mirror an try to pick out every flaw on your body? Did you ever make fun of yourself, glare at yourself, and try to hide your face? Jake has.

But . . . what is there to hide on this beautiful boy? His eyes, his hair, his body, his . . . everyting, so . . . perfect. Okay, so, he's not perfect, but his eyes, oh his eyes, look at those gorgeous blue eyes! Sure a lot of people have blue eyes, but his . . . his stand out for some reason. They glitter, they're outstanding, they're gorgeous, I don't know how else to explain his eyes. They usually attract a lot of attention, at times he feels peoples eyes staring at his, it actually freaks him out a bit. His hair is slightly shaggy, it's really hard for me to explain the style of it, I guess it's like a bit layered at the ends, maybe? He has some brown streaks in it, but most of the time it's pretty much all black, or it appears really dark brown. Sometimes it comes down over his ^beautifuleyes, and sometimes he makes his hair do that. Like I said before, it creeps him out that people actually stare at him all the time.

His build isn't muscular, nor is it stocky. Jake's build is very slender and lean, his legs are pretty long, though not longest in town. He isn't really unique looking, despite his wonderful eyes, he looks pretty normal usually, unless he wears something stupid or whatever. Speaking of clothing, what he usually wears are just some sneakers he throws on, usually not looking at what he grabbed, and he wears tight jeans, and sometimes normal ones. Jake's shirts usually always have sayings on them, he doesn't own many that don't have anything on them. Occasionally he'd wear a plain black T-shirt, or maybe even a blue one. But of course he wears his robes a lot.

His face is . . . what is there to say about his face? Well, it's pretty much shaped normally. What would you call it, oval? No no, who knows. Occasionally Jake gets a bit of blemishes, but once he does get those nasty things, he tries to take care of it right away. He doesn't have an acne problem, and he thanks God for that. Oh, did I forget the lip studs? Yeah, on the right of his bottom lip he has a black stud, and same on the left, though he doesn't always wear them, only sometimes.

His stance his pretty normal, though he does have a little back problem. He stands with his stomach sticking out just slightly, yes, he has a weak back. He hates it, sometimes it even causes him a bit of pain and discomfort, which could get him a little irritated.
History: He was born and raised here, this is home town. His mother's name is Cassandra Andersen and his father's name is Philip Andersen. Jake doesn't have any brothers and sisters, no matter how much he wanted one. His life was pretty normal, he discovered his magic around age eight or nine, he can't really remember. He knew he was going to get magic, considering his parents used it around the house a lot, he used to love watching the remote fly across the room and into his dad's hands. It amused him when he was little. He didn't really have a tragic past, his life was pretty normal, but in the future his life may take a turn for the worst.

He was raised fairly, his parents treated him well, but of course his baby sitter didn't. She was rude, she slapped him, she yelled at him when he cried, and she didn't even make him anything to eat . . . rarely. Most of the time he just ate whatever he could find, which usually wasn't too healthy. As he got older his mother was able to be home and they got rid of that blasted baby sister. That little . . . ugh.
Personality:
Oh this boy is very artistic, he loves taking pictures, drawing or doodling, it's very fun for him. He tends to hum a lot, which sometimes disturbs his classes and his classmates, and it can get rather annoying. He usually blushes when a teacher yells at him for his humming (Which half the time he doesn't even know he's humming) and slinks down in his chair. Jake gets bored easily, and that's when his mind wanders off and he dreams about so many things. Usually it's either about magic or really cute girls he likes. Jake is definitely rather sweet and optimistic, he's not too serious and he always cracks and joke every now and then. He can come off as rather snooty because he's pure blood and he's very quiet, he's not good at making friends, that's for sure. Jake has this conscience in his head that is almost louder than his own voice, and for some reason, always seems to listen to it. But this kind of conscience isn't really a good one . . . if you know what I'm saying.
Sample RP:

There the blue eyed boy sat, a serious look upon his face as he stared down into his book, most likely studying the spells instructions, underlining the important things like the professor told them to do. But no, he was actually doodling. His quill moved in a circular motion, creating a tiny circle in the corner of a blank piece of parchment. The boy brought his hand down, drawing yet another circle. He continued to draw circles of many shapes on the blank piece of parchment, a slight smile plastered on his lips. What was this boy thinking about? It was obviously pleasing for him to smile in this class. "Jake Andersen," the professor grumbled. Automatically the quill bounced out of his hand, beautiful, glorious blue eyes darting up to the angry looking professor. He gulped and blushed slightly, looking back down at his paper full of circles. Quickly he threw the parchment aside and opened his book up hastily, heart beating quickly against his chest, he hoped he wouldn't get into anymore trouble . "Study the instructions," hissed the teacher, walking briskly down the aisle away from Jake. The sixteen year old let out a sigh and rested his chin on his hand, staring down into his text book blankly.

Apparently he gazed down at his textbook for a bit longer than her realized; it was already time to go. He blinked a few times and looked around as if he was confused. Shrugging slightly Jake let out a sigh and picked up his books and things and hastily hurried out of the room. God, he couldn't stand that class. He felt like he had no privacy with that blasted professor walking up and down those aisles like a vulture circling it's prey. Jake couldn't even think in that class, he felt like even that would be exposed. Thankfully he was out of that horrid class room and away from the creepy teacher. He let out a sigh, legs moving propelling him down the corridor, he already felt people gazing at him. Stop, stop it! I'm not a freak. He took a deep breath and turned the corner sharply, unexpectedly crashing into a girl that looked to be his age. Her books tumbled out of her hands along with his. Jake's eyes widened, mouth opened ready to babble apologies. But he saw a smile on the girl's face, wouldn't she be mad at him for crashing into her? He scowled slightly, but quickly he smiled and began to speak. "I'm sorry, I really am . . . it's my fault, really. I'm a klutz," he said hastily, helping her pick up her books. She just smiled and shook her head. "It's okay, really, it was totally my fault, I should have been looking where I was going," she said, handing him one of his books. Jake shook his head, deciding not to argue with her. Once they gathered up their books they stood up again, the girl let out a sigh, her eyes immediately connecting with his. Oh no, she's looking at my eyes. She looked captivated. "Hey, did anyone ever tell you you have the most beautiful blue eyes?" she said, still gazing at his eyes. Is she flirting with me? He blinked and smiled. "Um, they never actually said that, but . . ." she stopped, finding himself staring down at his shoes. Why am I so shy?" "I uh . . . I'm Jake, who are you?" he asked timidly, attempting to stare into her bright emerald eyes. Whoa, she's beautiful. The girl smiled and let out a small giggle, why did girls giggle when they talked to him? Was he that funny? Oh he was so ignorant. "I'm Alison," she said, pushing her brown hair behind her ears.

Alison, that's a pretty name. He smiled, eyes still gazing into hers. Jake cleared his throat and began to speak. "I uh, I gotta um . . . get to, to-" Where'd he have to go again? Oh yeah! Class, that's it. "I gotta go to class. Maybe I'll see you later Alison?" he said bashfully. She smiled and nodded. "Yeah, maybe," she said. With that, she took one more look at him and walked off. Suddenly he felt less tense, oh she was so gorgeous, so captivating, did he liked her? He turned around, watching that beautiful thing descend down the corridor. Oh he was in love.

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[elizabeth]

First Name: Elizabeth
Last Name: Michaels
Age: 17
Appearance:

History: Elizabeth's parents are both werewolves. Both are rather quiet and worried that if their daughter is found out, there would be an outrage in the magical community. Therefore they make sure that Elizabeth's not too social and openly outgoing with strangers. She can be herself, but she's not allowed to talk about what she really is. During the full moon each month, she is allowed to stay at the castle, but needs to change in a separate room designated for her. She's not one of those blood thirsty werewolves that kill for pleasure. She'd the type that will protect those that she loves no matter what.

Her grandparents are back in Scotland. They too are werewolves. They send Liz owls weekly to see how she's coping with life on the 'outside' persay. She doesn't mind much and learns to adjust to things quickly without a problem. Her life growing up was fairly normal until she was bitten one day walking in the zoo. She'd stayed late drawing the wild animals and as she turned the corner, something leapt at her and sank its teeth into her shoulders. She managed to get a good mental picture of what it was and told her parents what had happened. Knowing she'd been bitten by a werewolf, her parents had sat her down to explain that the bite would only enhance her already wolf abilities. It only brought out the bloodline in her more. If she hadn't been bitten, it would've happened anyway. So, fearing that she'd kill people, for the first few months, she'd lock herslef up in the basement until her parents explained to her that she wasn't one of the 'Red Werewolves' who kill for pleasure and fun...but a 'Blue' werewolf who are docile and very protective over the ones they love.

Growing up was hard monthly on her. But with her parents she was able to accept things and easily slip into her new lifestyle.
Personality: Elizabeth is gentle, compassionate and however she can be a bit outspoken. She doesn't believe in sugar coating things and will tell things bluntly. But she's a good friend and wont ever turn her back on those that need her help. She's always quick to help people she cares about.

She can be a bit shy depending on the situation. But for the most part she's outgoing and enjoys making new friends. She won't tell them the truth until she is absolutely positive they won't bolt on her. She had nothing but trouble with people being so hypocritical of werewolves and not to mention stereotypical. There were two kinds of werewolves, the reds and blues. The reds tended to go more toward Lord Voldemort while the blues tended to rebel and form a resistance alliance against them. Infact no one knew that a war had broken out among the werewolves and many from both sides had been lost. But nothing was resolved. The war and beliefs against Voldemort still reigned. No one was able to decide who won and who lost. But once Elizbaeth gets to know you she will be loyal and your best friend for a very long time.
Sample RP: Elizabeth sat outside in the courtyard. She was sitting on one of the stone benches beside the water fountain. She crossed her legs and placed the book in her lap, letting it lay splayed. She reached up and tucked a strand of her chocolate brown hair behind her ear, only to have a few more threads slide forward and dangle over her shoulder. Her hazel/amber eyes were locked on the book as she skimmed over the paragraphs. She was naturally reading a book on lycanthropy, one of her favorite topics. She enjoyed reading more and more on werewolves since their very blood ran through her veins.

Behind her, she could feel the warm sunlight on her back, the rays nearly seeming to penetrate her uniform and robe. It felt soothing and comforting to her somehow. He skirt hem fluttered softly in the breeze that blew around her, whisking her hair in all directions and over her shoulder. She wondered what her parents were doing at this moment. Probably fretting over whether or not she was off telling someone what she really was, but Elizabeth knew better than that. She wasn't stupid. They really needed to trust her more. Still, they only worried about her because of what happened the last time. It was only normal really.

Elizabeth tore her eyes off the book and scanned the courtyard. There wasn't too many people out at this time of the afternoon. Perhaps some were inside studying or whatnot. Either way, Elizabeth found this place quiet and she felt oddly at home here at the school. She couldn't explain it. It was just something that came and went but for some reason, it stayed. She inhaled deeply, taking in the pine scent that came off the surrounding Forbidden Forest. The forest was dark and foreboding and she shivered slightly as a tingle ran down her spine. She knew enough not to go in there. Some students dared one another to go in, but no one actually did.

Which Elizabeth found was rather for the best. Elizabeth returned her eyes onto the book and continued to read, slowly turning the page and found she got so absorbed in the book. She wasn't aware that someone was approaching her until a shadow fell across the pages. She jumped, her body started as though it was touched by electricty. She raised her eyes and watched the person standing there, waiting for them to respond. She never spoke first, for fear that a sharp mouted snot might retaliate. She waited.

Must be Rouerie

[rosettebarras]

First Name:Rosette
Last Name: BarrasAge:15
Appearance:.

History:Rosette grew up in a large family. she had 5 sisters, now only 4. Amilie jumped out the bedroom window 2 years ago, she was 1 year younger than Rosette. Growing up she was very flirtatious with the boys, mainly because her parents were very strict. She retreated to her diary and mind when things became to hard. In her mind she could live out all her fantasies and become diffrent people. Because she was so often lost in her daydreams, Rosette never got very good grades in school, although she is very intelligent. Rosette was never allowed to go out to town alone. Her mother would only occasionaly take all the girls out to buy whatever they needed. So she ended up spending most her time outside, in the large field behinde their house. There she would climb trees, think up music and watch te clouds until she fell asleep. All of the time being comforted by the fact that she was not alone, and that her sisters were there. That is omething Rosette still fears today; being alone.
Personality: Although she doesn't speak much, Rosettes personality is loud and flirtatious, mysterious and shy, but most of all dreamy. She can't stand neon colors, and feels safest with greens, yellows, and browns. To be quite truthful Rosette does not have a personality, but simply moods. She has her happy moods, where she can't stop listening to music, dancing, laughing and running around, her flirty moods, where every boy becomes wrapped around her finger and every kiss a personal victory, her sarcastic moods, where she does not talk to people and the ones who do try to get her to speak are teased mercilessly, and most of all her dreamy moods, these are the ones where Rosette feels like she is another person somewhere else and lives a diffrent life filled with diffrent people. if you take all these moods and combine them, the you have Rosette's personality.
Sample RP: Rosette walked the grounds of school. Her sisters were not their with her, it was the first time she had ever been so alone. She tried to think of a new person, come up with a new storyline, so that she wouldn't have to stay with her body here at the school, but the lonliness had sunk to far inside her, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not repel it. After attempt after attempt, Rosette threw herself to the ground. She was so frustated she felt a scream rising from the core of her being, looking for a way out. She kept her mouth firmly shut. Rosette opened her bookbag in a frenzy and dug for the small brown book that nver left her side. She found it and opened it, and started flipping through the pages to find a blank one. As she passed through each entry she found herself stopping and scanning over the words that she had written herself. She rediscovered old storylines, old characters, and although just minuted before she had not been able to free her troubled mind, Rosette let go and let herself fall back into old memories in the field....before Amilie had jumped.

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[babikatie]

First Name:
Katie

Last Name:
Belamont

Age:
13

Appearance:


History:
Katie had a hard life growing up. She grew up with her older sister Alexa and until she was 2 with her mother and father. Her father died when she was only 2 and she really never knew him very well. She can barely remember him at all. Ounce her father died her mother was in a state of depression, but after 2 or 3 years her mother got re-married to a guy that seemed very nice. A couple years after that though her mother died of Leukemia.

Ounce her mother died the step-dad wasn't so nice anymore. He was always yelling at Alexa and Katie. They had liked him, but not anymore. Although they did have a nice house and a maid to look after them her name was Anna.

The step-dad always tried to bring the girls down. He was very cruel and had a foul mouth. Alexa always tried to stand up for Katie though and she usually succeeded. When at home the girls are usually attached at the hip because they both have to look out for each other.

Katie also looks up to Alexa for help or anything. She can get on Alexa's nerves, but they always work things out.

Personality:
Katie is very sweet. She is a nice girl that loves to have fun no matter what. She always has a smile on her face and she try's to keep it there. If she is going to be sad she hides it so that almost no one can see her true sad or angry feelings toward another person.

She is very out-going. She will do what her heart desires and nothing less then that. She will got through whoever tries to stop her from making her dreams come true and she will not let anyone bring her day down on her. She won't let you bring her sisters say down either.

Katie is also very adventurous. She has a knack of getting into trouble for doing things that you wouldn't think a twelve-year-old girl would even think about doing. Although she doesn't care if she gets into any trouble.

Katie can also take some things to serious though. She sometimes lets things get out of hand but tries not to. Because of her history it is also in a way hard for you to get her trust. She can be a total brat if she thinks you don't like her or her sister.

She also has a habit for getting into things she probably shouldn't. Sometimes she will make things her business even if she should just stay away from that subject, although she dosen't listen to hardly anyone but Alexa.

Sample RP:
Katie woke up early to hear sounds of shouting downstairs. As she got up a little afraid of what was happening she slipped into her slippers with the pink piggies on them and then she headed downstairs.

She stopped at the top of the stairs and bent down to try and see what was going on without having to go down to were her step-dad was yet. As she did this she sighed as she saw him yelling at Alexa for helping the nanny out and being a good person.

She would never get how he could be so unbelievably cruel and yet have so many people that came to see him, although they were all women, beautiful women too.

She got up from her spot and went running down the stairs. She pushed him a little as she walked by him. "Leave her alone"Katie said as she saw Alexa crying and she told her to go upstairs.

When she went upstairs Katie looked at the man supposed to be being her father and sighed. "I don't see what my mother saw in you..."she said quietly as she ran up the steps to her room.

I added to the personality to make it better and i added some flaws.

Must be Sournois

[greggles]

First Name: Gregory
Last Name: Hanson
Age: 15
Appearance:
History: Gregory Hanson was born to muggle parents and didn't know he was a wizard till the letter from Beauxbatons came. His parents thought it was a scam but Gregory knew it wasn't. He explained to his parents how weird things happen to him while he was at school and their was no explanation for the events. Gregory is youngest child of 5, he has three brothers and one sister and none of them have magical powers.

Personality: Gregory is an apathetic person. He is interested in gaining knowledge and his goal is to become the head of his class. He is very quiet and he doesn't like speaking until he is spoken too. He is very creative and likes to write his own music. Though he is a very quiet person he longs to be a very social person with many friends but he has a lot of personal walls he must break down. He believes that by going to Beauxbatons he'll be able to break down these walls and discover his true self.

Sample RP: Gregory woke up in the dead of night, awaken by a very loud bang. What was that? he thought to himself. He had a feeling that the noise had come from outside so he looked out the window. When he looked out the window he saw two dark figures knocking on the front door to his house. He immediately got up and ran to the front door. He peered through the window and noticed it was his two eldest brothers.
"Why did you do that?" hissed Gregory
"Because we both forgot our keys in our rooms." replied one of his brothers.
"Well next time don't forget them!" said Gregory as he walked back up to his room to fall back asleep.

Must be Rouerie

[tegan]

First Name: Sofia
Last Name: Demina
Age:15
Appearance:

History:
Sofia Demina was a girl born of Russia, but raised in the United Kingdom. She lives with her father because her mother ran away after finding out her daughter was not only magic, but a vampiress. Sofia had been 9 when she first encountered a vampire, and got bitten. She didn't want to tell her father, but his ways of getting Sofia to tell when somethings wrong were too harsh even for her. He ended up telling Sofia's mother who left no less than 3 days later. Sofia grew up with her father verbally abusing her every moment he got. Sofia soon came to realize that she wasn't like everyone else in more than two ways. She soon started wearing eye liner a different way than most teenage girls, and kept a hat on most of the time so that no one could see her eyes. When her letter came from Beauxbatons she was more than happy to leave her current residence.(her father is magic, her mother is a muggle so her father expected Sofia to be magic, but his ways of getting her to tell him about the vampire biting were the means of a crucio curse.)

Personality:
Sofia isn't afraid to tell anyone to shut their mouth, but at the same time she feels horrible about saying something like that. Sofia hurts inside, but she keeps going on. She is very brave, and independent. Her friends love her sarcasm, but at the same time they find Sofia's company to be quite comforting. She tries not to talk to people she can tell will hurt her. Sofia has always been one to get in trouble in class for two things-1.Talking too much and 2.Drawing in class. Sofia absolutely adores talking about random things for example if she were talking to say perhaps, you, she would say, and I quote, "Did you eat waffles for breakfast? I love waffles." or "Today I drew an old timey phone, but it looked like a tea pot."Sofia, so out there, so close by.


Sample RP:
Sofia was finally getting the chance to go out for a week with her friends to a beach off the coast of whales. She couldn't be happier. She was also glad to be sitting with not only her friends, but her friends mother who she thought to be her second mother. "Hey can we put the roof down on this thing Brittney?" Sofia asked. "No problem." Brittney reached up to the side of the passengers seat and pulled back what seemed to be a lever. The top came down and Sofia had to make a dive to grab her hat which had flown off her head. Luckily Brittney, and Colin had grabbed her legs, and nagged her to keep on her seat belt. Yes, nothing could be better. Wind flying through her hair, the company of the ones she loves, and the heat of the sun beating down on her lap where a sketchbook lay.






Must be Sournois

[sashacohen]

First Name: Sasha

Last Name: Cohen

Age: 15

Appearance:



History: Sasha Marie Cohen was born on a snowy day; January fifth to be exact. Her parents are Tiffany Andrews and William Cohen, both wizards. As a child, Sasha enjoyed playing with mini-broomsticks at the local toy store in Diagon Alley. She wanted to be just like her parents, and just like the rest of her family: magical. Its easy to tell that Sasha is a pure blood; simply being around her family draws you to that conclusion.

As a child, Sasha was her parent's 'little angel.' They would do nearly anything for her, and always wanted her to be happy. A few years later, Sasha's little sister was born. Amber Cohen, a little brunette baby girl, was the perfect gift to Tiffany and William. They hovered over Amber every moment, giving her all of their attention. Sasha didn't like this. She was jealous, as any child would be who was used to having her parents to herself for nine years. Fortunately, Sasha got over her jealousy, and began to love the baby as her parents had.

A month before Sasha left for Beauxbatons, her family had to flee their home. William's brother, Chase, was a newly discovered death eater. Tiffany and William knew about it, but thought it was wise not to leak the secret to their children. Chase had been on Voldemort's side for years now, but he was only just beginning to be a wanted man. His wife, Victoria, was also with the Dark Lord. When both were captured, they were tortured to tell of any other death eaters they knew about. Chase, who had been wanting revenge on William for years now, told them that William was a death eater as well. Of course, this was not true, and Chase knew it. When word reached the Cohen family, they had to flee their home, not knowing what would happen if they stayed.

Now, Sasha is fifteen, and it is time for her education to begin at Beauxbatons. When she received her acceptance letter by owl, she couldn't wait to get there. Her parents secretly sent her away, so that she could arrive at the school. She said goodbye to her parents, and left for the school. She didn't know what would happen to them while she was away. Beauxbatons was going to be an adventure for itself.

Personality: Sasha is kind and caring to her family members, but when around strangers, she is quite uncomfortable. Not as though she is shy, but more as if she doesn't know who to trust. Though she appears sweet and innocent, she is more than just a pretty face. People who have met Sasha would not describe her as sweet and charming, but more as rude and awkward. Sasha is the kind of person that if you were to say something mean to her, she can snap back at you in two seconds with something offensive on your part.

Though William wasn't on the dark side, Sasha was beginning to think like a dark wizard. She laughed when she read about people being killed, and she thrives on controversy. What started out as an innocent girl, was beginning to change into an evil, disturbed wizard. She has to resist the urge to use dark magic, and it is getting harder and harder. Though some might say that once you step over to the dark side, there is no return, Sasha still hopes to change her ways. She misses being treated with respect, and she doesn't like it when her friends fear her. She wants to go back to the old Sasha. The only thing blocking her path is that she is scared of how people would treat her; if she was changing back from a bully, to a 'wimp,' the kind of person who is being bullied. Sasha hopes that while at Beauxbatons, she will get a chance to start over. She will be around completely new people, who don't know how she used to act. Beauxbatons will bring a whole new opportunity to Sasha's life.

Sample RP: Sasha entered her dorm for the first time. "Wow," She said to herself. Everything was so beautiful; the gorgeous furniture with the elegant bed spread. Her room was perfect. This room was way better than sleeping in a tent as she had for the past month. She chose the bed on the right side of the room. After exploring her room a little bit more, she realized that someone else was also living in the room. Erica wandered into the bathroom. The shower was lined with small tiles which matched the bath tub and the sink area. Erica went back into the bedroom and collapsed on her bed. She didn't fall asleep; instead she lay thinking about all the adventures she was going to have at Beauxbatons.

Her fantasy didn't last long. She door opened suddenly with a jerk, and Sasha saw a tall, blonde girl standing in the doorway. She had wondered who she would be sharing a dorm with. "Um, hi. I'm Sasha Cohen. I hope its okay if I share a dorm with you." She said getting off the bed. She took off her muddy tennis shoes, and placed them under the bed skirt. When the girl never replied to her statement, Sasha said, "That's your stuff, isn't it?" Sasha asked, gesturing towards the suitcase. "Are you living in this dorm too?" Sasha was trying to speak in a nice tone, but she was getting impatient as the girl didn't say a word, she just stood in the doorway with a blank expression on her face. Sasha waited several more minutes, until she couldn't wait any longer. "Look, are you sharing a dorm with me or not?" Sasha exclaimed at the top of her lungs. This was the type of person that drove Sasha insane. Please, don't be sharing a dorm with me. Sasha thought to herself. The last thing she wanted was an annoying room mate.

Huh? Another person's wand wont work as well for the person. Accidental magic as a young child is alright, but purposeful spells with a wand is illegal. Please fix it and keep with the Harry Potter Realm.

Sorry about that. I edited the history. I hope its okay now.

Must be Sournois

[izabel]

Name. Izabel Lily-Marie Queen.

Born. January 1, 1993.

Age. 15.

Blood Status. Pure Blood.



Appearance. Izabel has long red hair and bright green eyes, her skin is slightly tanned and she has the build of a runner, which makes her naturally good at sports and such. Her face is elegant with her high cheekbones and strong jaw. She has a natural beauty to her. She exotic and composed - her emotions are not betrayed in her face.

History. Izabel Lily-Marie Queen was born to Lily-Marie Porte and William Queen, she is an only child and has been lovingly adored by her Aunt Jasmine-Marie. Her parents working overseas on various magical diplomatic missions wanted to give her a steady home and make sure that her own life was the priority. Going to Beauxbatons is merely the first step of many on her path.

Personality. She is strong willed and an able bodied witch. She enjoys the company of others and makes friends easily. She enjoys swimming and running and feels that it is the journey that matters not merely the destination. From the age of four she has been a vegetarian. She has a strong sence of pride and loves the majestic sence of the old ways. She is skilled in many self-defense exercises but also knows how to wield a bow. A strong sence of adventure overcomes her in the worst of times. She is complacent and worldly but also know when her opinion is need on a matter. She is decidedly ignorant and and proud although she is very grounded she can get up in arms over the slightest thing. She doesn't often tell people what she actual feels with can lead to rifts between her and her friends although she tires to be honest she thinks there are worse things than some white lies.

Sample RP. Izabel looked towards the rising sun in the distance, the banister felt cool under her soft hands. She loved the view from her bedroom she doubted that there would be a view like it at Beauxbatons but she still looked forward to it desperately. Like a beacon in the distance, she saw herself walking up the steps toward the castle. She blinked out of her stature, she was restless – she needed to run. She put on her shorts and sports bra before silently walking out the front door. She sat on the front porch and laced up her running shoes. She didn't worry about Jasmine-Marie her Aunt knew her well enough by now that she was spontaneous but not stupid. She ran toward the rising sun she wanted to spend her last day in Ileria happy. She wanted to say goodbye to the things that she would miss most. Namely Caleb.
She bolted off her front porch and ran the six blocks to his house. She always felt like she was playing the boy with him, she didn’t need to be first but it was just the way she was. She climbed up the tree out side of his window and knocked loudly.
After what felt like an eternity he opened the window and said rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Gosh Izabel, it’s 7am. Do you ever go to sleep?” She smiled at him and jumped into his familiar bedroom. “Well let’s think about that shall we?” she pretended to struggle over the thoughts and then laughed ignoring the question. “Okay, so what are we doing today? You know I’m leaving tomorrow right?” He sighed. “How forget, I don't know how I’m going to wake up without you.” She smiled at him “I’m sure you’ll find away. Anyways I’ll meet you at the fountain later today, okay? I have to finish my run and get back before Jasmine-Marie wakes up.” She winked at him. “Catch you later.” And she hoped out the window onto the tree to finish her run. Caleb was her best friend and they were nothing alike maybe she wasn’t like anyone. Hopefully she would make some new friends at school.

And does she have any flaws?
- I've adding in some stuff, but mainly I don't know yet I'm finding out how she is through RPing and such.

Thats not a very good answer. I would figure out your character first before posting, since it saves me time.

Must be Rouerie

[janeallen]

First Name: Jane
Last Name: Allen
Age: 12
Appearance: www.countrystarsonline.com/images/artists/2005/CarrieUnderwood.jpg
History: Jane was born January 30th, 1994 to Ania and Justin Allen. Her mother was born in Poland, and was a witch. So she is half polish, half French, half blood. She was always painting and drawing, until her mother got pregnant again. On September 3rd, 2001 her baby brother Alexander was born. She had to stop painting and drawing constantly, to take care of her brother.

Jane would draw and paint for Alexander when he was 3, as he appreciated it by then. At the age of ten, her father died in a plane crash, going to China for a business tripped. She started to paint portraits of her father for Alexander and herself. 1 month after his death, her mother got a boyfriend. Constantly they went on dates, so she and Alexander would stay home alone. When Alexander fell asleep one night, there was a fire. They escaped barely, and had nothing but they clothes on there back from then on. And money in the bank.
Personality: Jane loves to paint and draw. She isn’t a look freak, unless it’s a boy. Then that is almost all she cares about. She is a very kind hearted girl, and cares about the environment. Some people call her a Mary-Sue, but she isn’t. There is one thing she stinks at, singing, and telling jokes. She isn’t funny at all, and she has a horrible singing voice. She can dance, but can not sing. She can only play the flute and acoustic guitar. One of her most noticeable flaws though, is clumsiness. But, one of her most noticeable talents is painting nature.
Sample RP: Jane sat on her porch for the final time. Tomorrow she would be leaving to Beauxbaton, and leaving her 5 year old brother. She decided to paint to get her mind off of leaving. She started to paint her and her brother. Tears slowly fell down her cheeks. She wanted to frame this for him. It was early morning, and the sun was just coming up. She painted her little brother, sitting on her lap. Jane tried to hold back tears, but she just couldn’t.

Tears poured down in her cheeks as she painted the porch behind them. She slowly painted a blue bird and it’s mate on the end of the bench. She finished it in the afternoon, with a hollow stomach. She got her second to last frame, and framed it. Then she took it out, and copied it on their copy machine. She put the copy in one frame, and the real in the other. She slipped in her brothers room, and hung it up. Then she slipped her copy in her bag, and collapsed on her bed. She fell asleep, crying and whimpering.

You posted in Andrew Harney's carriage saying that he was your cousin. Cousin on which side, and how?

Jane: My father is his father's brotjer.

Must be Cossu

[tobiee]

First Name: Tobiee
Last Name: Reis
Age: Fifteen
Appearance: See signature. :] She has a thing for scarfs and mittens and is extremely short! She also has think hair.
History: Tobiee was born to Marco and Tuesday Reis, a young Jewish couple living in downtown Manhattan, New York. Oddly, enough Tobiee was in fact born on Tuesday to who mother who was also named Tuesday! Though Tuesday (the mother, not day) was diagnosed with Alzheimer's just a few months previously and was diagnosed with OCDC when she was five years old. Any chance of having a normal child was slim, but the love between Marco and Tuesday was stronger then doubts of having a normal child. Besides, what good parent every wanted their child to just be normal?! The chance was split fifty-fifty. Tobiee turned out to be medically fine, besides her body not being able to regulate enough heat to keep her warm. On the other hand her personality was a little whack. Tobiee had the knack to stick out like a soar thumb every since she was born, she just didn't care what other's thought about her.

On Tobiee's stripe themed seventh birthday her mother passed away when suddenly falling to the ground and suffering of a heart attack. Tobiee especially remembers the cake that her mother was carrying that ended up turning the white pair of mittens and scarf all colorful from the multi-colored striped cake. Now she never washes that scarf in fear of the icing will wash out, as if that day is being erased from her memory.

The apartment the small family lived in seemed so big after Tuesday's death. It was almost as if new rooms grew from the ground with nothing in them. Lucky for Marco and Tobiee a lottery ticket that Tobiee found in the grass of the local park was the winning ticket! The prize was two all expenses paid tickets to Paris, France. In the excitement of the grand trip the two could take to get their minds off Tuesday they never realized it wasn't a round trip. Once they got there, after two weeks they realized they didn't have near enough money to buy two new tickets back to Manhattan so they called back and told the owner of the complex to sell the apartment and everything that was in it. Tobiee had brought all her jackets, scarfs, mittens and hats with her and Marco had brought all his ugly Hawaiian shirts and old records with them. Everything that was left in the apartment obviously didn't matter enough to bring with them. Marco and Tobiee bought a new apartment, or so called flat (according to the European lingo), and still currently live there.

One surprising thing is that through-out Marco and Tobiee's endless vacation in Paris neither one of them have picked up the accent, though Marco has bought a fake mustache and tries to sound french. He has also learned how to say 'Where is the bathroom?' and 'These shirts are rare in America!' in French which he has taught to Tobiee as well.

Personality: Like previously said, Tobiee marches to the beat of her own drummer. She tells very few souls about her mother's diseases in fear that they all might assume that Tobiee should be diagnosed as well instead of she just likes her own style. Tobiee never seemed to grow after seventh grade (a muggle term). So she began wearing many layers of clothing and all the winter necessities; a hat, pair of mittens, some form of jacket and scarf when she realized she was constantly cold. This was most likely because she was so small that her body was not able to produce enough heat to keep her comfortable. This automatically made her a weirdo from the appearance. What would you think when you saw a girl wearing all that in the middle of June?! As Tobiee grew older and her hair began to grow longer and longer it also grew thicker which strangely kept her head warm enough that no hat was further more needed.

Once again, like previously said, Tobiee doesn't care what other people think about her. It never occurred to her that you needed to be just like everyone else to be 'cool'. She never fretted when speaking her opinion, though she would never do so in a harmful way. She has a extremely kind soul because she knows what it's like to also have a tender and vulnerable soul. The positive route was always on her mind. She always tried her best and aimed for the lesser of two, or more evils if ever in that position.

She's basically like a saint in human form, but no one really is willing to give her the chance because of her automatic label. This has caused to go a little loony in the fact of she never has anyone else to talk to so she kind of constantly mutters things to herself under her breathe if no one else is around to chat with.

Sample RP: The year was 2001. It was a bright an sunny May day in Manhattan, New York. Just the type of weather a little girl might have a splendid birthday, seventh to be exact. But a storm could be seen just beyond the sun and white puffy clouds. It was almost like it was waiting for a sneak attack to ruin every one's day. It's just what the big apple would do! Apartment 109 was home to the Reis family which consisted of Marco, Tuesday and Tobiee Reis. Ironically enough, today was Tobiee's birthday and a storm would act on surprise, with no warning.

A cloud of dust danced in the air as Marco Reis cleaned an old record cover to reveal the words 'Birthday Bash' on the front of the frayed cover. It was printed in colored red, blue, yellow and green block letters that arched over a collage of brightly colored balloons and cake. Slowly, but surely the father of a newly claimed seven year old slid the large black record out of it's covering and carefully set it on the middle of the old wooden record player. The player had been in the Reis family since 1912 when Marco great x ___ grandfather dug it out of the garbage and fixed it up making it as good as new. Now-a-days it kind of looked like it had that so many years ago among banana peals and rotten apples. It folded up into a box with a leather handle on the top lid which could be secured with a rusty latch in the front of the player. Slits in the front were cut where cloth was put so they were to be supplied as speakers.

A crackling tune erupted from that clothed over slit in the wood. The recognizable tune seemed to be Happy Birthday and soon Marco and Tuesday began singing the lyrics. "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Tobiee.......haaaappy birthday to you!" Both parents gasped dramatically for a breathe of air after the song ended, but both ended up coughing a little after inhaling the record's cover dust that danced right on over to the kitchen where the family stood. "Make a wish, honey." Tuesday Reis said through a beaming face.

The birthday girl looked down and stared blankly at the red table clothe that covered the small, circular kitchen table. "How?" She was blinked and shuffled to set knees on the chair instead of her behind (xDD) to look farther down to see if a cake was there. Tuesday suddenly flung her arms in the air and turned around quickly to pick up a small, but colorfully striped designed cake and shuffled her feet over to her daughter.

CRASH!

Tuesday fell to the ground and started shaking, her eyes flicked from open to closed like a dying light bulb person. Tobiee leaped from her seat just as fast as Tuesday had collapsed to run to her ill mother. Marco ran to their lime green phone which hung on the wall and dialed 9-1-1. "Yes, hello. My wife just collapsed in our kitchen! Yes, Holudap St........." Marco's voice faded away as the seven year old Tobiee sat by her mother. She laced their fingers together. Suddenly her eyes spotted a green candle that had amazingly stayed lit even after the fall. Tobiee reached for it, but making sure not to let go of her mom. Her mother's last words rang through-out her head. 'Make a wish, honey.' Tobiee obeyed her mother.

"Please be okay, mommy." The little girl's voice cracked. Before she had the chance to blow out the candle with her breathe a salty, wet tear slid off her cheek and hit the candle. It come to a sizzle and was put out. Tobiee looked once again into her mother's flickering eyes. "Please."

[ashleydelcore]

Name-Ashley
Last Name-Delcore
Age-14
Apearence-Dark Brown eyes with light brown,long hair.Fair skin and average weight and tall.
History-My mom is a pure blood witch and my dad is a pureblood wizard too.I have a brother named Jake who is also a wizard and 2 sister who are muggles.I am the youngest and came to beauxbatons from hogwarts.
Personality-Ashey loves to paint and draw,sing and dance and also loves to do shopping and going to parties.She loves wearing make-up and looking pretty.
Sample Rp-Ashley was sketching the pics of her friend Sara in the common room when she heard someone come in from the door.She wwent to check who it was and found a proffesor standing there with a 1st year boy.He was scolding him an he,the child was whimpering.Ashley could hear the teacher say something angryily"How dare you....." and the rest was broken off by the yawns of the other students.Ashley hurried off downstairs with her sketch book and pencil.When she got there she found the proffesor 'astily stuffing some papers down his robes pockets.Ashley found this a very good sence to sketch and began it was about 15 min that her sketch was complete after the teacher left, everyone went back to sleep.But Ashley went to the,now,crying boy and gave him her sketch and said"If this will make you feel better than here you go"and handed hm the sketch.The boy happily kept it and ran to his room now smiling slightly.

You need to change your display name to fit the profile. Your appearance needs work. Your History needs work. Your Personality needs work. Your RP sample needs work. The whole thing needs to be redone. Watch for grammer, spelling, and punctuation mistakes, because you have a lot of them.

[lola]

First Name: Jessica Ito (a.k.a Jessie)
Last Name: Desmoines
Age: 17
Appearance:

History: Jessie lived in an orphanage in Japan untill she was seven years old, at which point she was adopted by Emilie and Francis Desmoines, who had traveled there, hoping to adopt a child.. She then lived an almost carefree childhood in an upperclass neighbourhood in France, until her father died when she was ten. After that, her life was not the same. She became withdrawn and solitary, spending her time thinking about what happened to her biological parents. She also discovered her magical powers at this time, but hated herself for not knowing sooner, lest she had been able to prevent her father's death At this point, her mother enrolled her in karate lessons; a discipline that Jessie enjoyed, because it permitted her to let out her anger at her father's sudden death.
Personality: Jessie is a quiet girl for the most part, but she has a rather short temper. She's distrustful of most people untill she gets to know them, and even then she doesn't let herself get too close to them, for fear she might lose them. She does not have very many friends, and was known as a loner at the Muggle primary school she attended. She doesn't make enemies easily, but the ones she does make better watch out, because her temper can play to her advantage.
Sample RP: Jessie sat near the windowsill, which had become her favourite place since her dad died. She looked out the window, wondering what fate her biologicall parents had met. Had they died too? Was she somee sort of bad luck charm or something? "This must all be my fault," she muttered to herself. "If only I had been there I could have saved him!" A tear slid down her cheek as she remembered, all those happy memories.

The next day, Jessie decided that, if her adoptive father was impossible to bring back, at least she could find out what happened to her biological parents. She went in the Internet and stared at the screen, suddenly realising what a big job it was. Where to start?

How did her adoptive parents come to be in Japan? Was it just random or something? And you need to lengthen your RP sample.