Sorting (Term Eight)

[eclipse94]

First name: Ethan
Last name: Halliwell
Age: 15

Appearance: Ethan is tall, has jet-black hair that’s nose length, and white skin. He has an athletic build, and has golden eyes, which portray his emotions perfectly. His hair changes to brown in strong sunlight, but changes to blood red when angry, due to his magic powers. He's taller then most guys his age, and also much stronger. He's handsome, and girls tend to like him easily. He can be self-centered.

Personality: Ethan is strong willed, somewhat emotion, and full of himself. He is very proud of his pure blood heritage and magic powers, and loves to show them off. Tends to make friends very easily, but can sometimes be selfish, and rude. Underneath the tough guy exterior, he is a kind and caring guy. He tends to think very highly of himself, and isn't very kind to those he just meets, but if you get to know him, he becomes much more friendlier.

History: Ethan was born in Los Angeles California. He was the only child of his parents, and sometimes gets lonely, especially since his mother was killed only months after he was born, and his father was killed before that. He was brought up by his two aunts, but eventually left to get an apartment in France, mostly because his mother's family was from there, and he did not want any help from anyone. During that time, he got an acceptance letter to Beauxbatons, but didn't attend. However, after a few months, Ethan moved in with his aunt, how recently gotten an apartment for herself. Ethan still goes and visits his other aunt, and her children whenever he gets the chance. He always practiced magic by himself, since he has gotten kicked out of three previous magic schools. After he had gotten kicked out of three previous magic schools, he decided to give Beauxbatons a try, thinking tha this mother would have been proud.

Sample RP: Ethan groaned as he climbed out of his bed. He bent down and picked up his shirt, and slipped it on. He noticed a note on the shirt that said: Gone out, breakfast is on the table.
Love, Aunt Phoebe.
Grinning greatly he dashed to the kitchen with newfound energy. His aunt had left him, eggs, bacon and orange juice on the table. He quickly drank his juice, and wolfed down his bacon, and eggs. He coughed violently as he rose from the chair. He went back to his room, and changed to a pair of ripped jeans and a cut-off t-shirt. He walked out of his room, and on to the balcony. He folded his muscular arms on the railing, closed his eyes and threw his head back, letting the wind blow his jet-black hair. After countless minutes he reopened his eyes, and gazed out at the scene in front of him. He sighed dramatically thinking to himself, my room had better be this good, at beauxbatons. Grinning to himself he went back to his room, and packed his things, hoping that his new school would. He laid back down on his bed and sighed, closing his eyes, and going to sleep. During his dreams, he dreamt of his mother, and father, having seen them in pictures, he knew exactly what they looked like.

You need more information in your appearance and personality sections. Your history isn't making much sense, you need to elaborate on things. Also you live in California but got an acceptance letter from Beauxbatons in France? You need to explain that better, like maybe you moved first and then got the letter? Also you need to work on your sample RP, it could be a bit better.

Please lengthen your appearance more. If you dont include a picture, it needs to be a paragraph.

Must be Sournois

[firegod]

First Name:
Vincent
Last Name:
Tresca
Age:
Sixteen Years
Appearance:

History:
Vincent was born on October 17 in one of the smaller hospitals in Venice, Italy to David and Angelina Tresca in a dimly lit birthing room with just the bed and a couple of chairs furnishing the bare room. The first couple of years of his life were great. Both of his parents were happy with just Vincent, or Vince as people started to call him, as a child. Everything was going perfect until his fourth birthday came along.

To cut a long story short, his mother found out that David had been cheating on her whenever he had been out of town with a little foreign chick and then as soon as it was known, a divorce was put into motion. After that, little Vince at the window, left wondering why his daddy was gone from the house for so long and why he was never allowed to call him. Angelina chose to tell him when he was older so he could better understand what was going on.

From then on, Vince and Angelina lived by themselves in the same house until he turned nine or so. Angelina met a man named Zachary and they had fallen in love after dating for about a year, leaving Vincent to be a ten-year-old page at his mother and new stepfathers wedding. You can just guess that this led to the birth of his little sister, Annemarie, forcing the family to move back to Zachary’s old home that they had been renting out for the past year or so. They then started a new life there, meeting all of the new people that they now were able to meet.

As his teen years came into view, the young teenager became aware of what was going on around him and begged to know what had become of his father. After getting more information, he had no choice but to laugh at the predicament. Turns out his lovely father had been cheated on again and now owned a very small cart in an open market back home and he then vowed to make sure David would pay for the grief that he caused his dear mother before Zachary. He didn’t really like it that anyone would cheat on anyone.

On his Fourteenth birthday, he was allowed to host a party and was able to invite all of the kids he had become friends with since his move to France, including the girls. That small party was a very big turning point for young Vince because it just happened to be the day he received his first kiss, making him aware of all the lovely things he was able to do now that he was actually liked for more then his personality by people of the feminine persuasion.

Annamarie and Vince were thicker then thieves as they grew up. Although the little girl wasn't really aware of the blood difference between them, Vincent did and he didn't care too much. He loved his little sister to death and hated to see anything happen to her. He would protect her with his life if he had to. They weren't those types of siblings who actually fought all the time, maybe a few playful bickers once and a while, but never anything rough because of the age difference.

After two years, one day as he just sat and hung out with Annemarie, an owl appeared at his window, making him shield his younger sister as he went over, investigating the specimen and the piece of parchment in a cream envelope attached to its beak. Pulling it towards him, he opened it and read it oddly, slightly confused as to why he was being accepted to a school for wizards and witches: Beauxbatons Academy. A mere week later, he found himself being whisked away on a carriage and brought to the gates of the castle where he would from then on be educated.

Personality:
As a small child, he was a calm little child who listened to his mother and father whenever they asked him to do something. However, as his parents split apart, his personality slowly changed from a silent little boy to a more sarcastic, yet charming young man he is today.

To be more specific, here is a short little timeline:

The most silent change that happened to Vince was between the ages four and ten, until the time he had a father again. He slowly started to ignore some of his mother’s demands, not wanting to be ordered around, but eventually did what he was told to do, like the good little kid he was. Then, as another man came into the scene, he started to see how a real man acted with a woman and he quit his little sarcastic bit.

As teenage years rolled into play, his attitude started to change among other people, but as for the women, it stayed in its normal, respecting way. The last thing he wanted to do was be like his father. As his age rose, his personality tweaked just a bit. Instead of listening to his parents all the time, it was maybe 50% and as for women, he was a flirty kid with manners, something you see rarely.

As for the academics portion of his brain, he is an average student, not really a studier though. He;s the type of student who can pass through the classes with a few C's, mostly B's and a hand full of A's here and there, but, he was never ever going to be one of those nerdy type kids. He laughed at them sometimes.

He is the type of person who is a fun loving person who loves talking to the girls, but does not mind a bit of trouble now and again. He was also sort of sarcastic towards adults in his teen years, but, then again, what normal teen boy isn't really?

Sample RP:
Vincent rolled over in his bed, staring up at the dark ceiling, not really all to sure what to do now. Annemarie was fast asleep next to him and he smiled. He loved his little sister to death, especially when she was quiet, but then again, who didn’t like little kids when they were asleep? Rolling over on his side, he slipped off the bed as it creaked slightly and he stared down, just incase the springs had woken the brunette up, but she was calmly asleep.

Making his way through his room, he grabbed a regular hoodie and slipped it on as he crept out of his room. Getting past the parental bedroom was easy and he was downstairs within a couple of seconds, slipping his vans on while doing so and letting the door softly click behind him. He didn’t know where he was going really, he just wanted to go for a short walk in the crisp night air, something he adored doing.

His foot splashed into a puddle, causing droplets of water to hit his pajama pants and he swore to himself as he lifted his leg up and shook it like a dogs. Stupid rain had just ruined him. How was he supposed to get into the house and stash these pants? Ehh. He’d find a way. “Laundry shoot,” he muttered to himself, his strong male voice all fuzzy at that low tone and Vince continued his way down the block, turning at the corner.

The neighborhood was so quiet at this time at night, but he loved it. He especially loved going to the park at this time with his girlfriend and just act like little kids and hide from their parents as they snuck around. God, he was going to miss those times when he went off to school in a couple of days. Rolling his eyes as he turned around another corner, his house coming into view and he figured he might as well before the little girl woke up. The last thing he wanted was to see her cry again. He may look like a badass, but he was one of those protective brothers.

Make sure he has some known flaws, he's sounding a bit too perfect.

Must be Rouerie

[corinne101]

Spell Check isn't working for me right now. I hope it's still okay.

First Name: Corinne
Last Name: Samuels
Age: 16
Appearance:
Corinne has dark brown hair that changes to a lighter brown when it gets warmer and she goes outside more. She isn’t the tallest girl of her age, but she isn’t the shortest either. She’s just under average height for her age. That’s not too bad. Her teeth are very straight. She does get blemishes on her face, but she uses various types of care products to keep the zits and pimples to a minimal, and hopefully not there at all, but we can’t all get our wishes.

History: Corinne was born on July 19 of 1991 in Puerto Rico. Her mother, Annabelle, was a full blood veela and her father, Daniel, was a pure-blooded wizard. They had been married a year and before then, dating three years. Annabelle was twenty and Daniel was twenty-one when Corinne was born. It was a magical day in the family. She was the first born child in the family. Annabelle and Daniel’s parents didn’t like the choices that their children had chosen, but the relationship stayed strong. They fought for their relationship, and they fought back hard enough to be a happy couple for many years. Annabelle and Daniel went to Beauxbatons for her magical school years from age eleven to age eighteen. The birth of Corinne only brought them closer together.

Corinne was a very quick learner as a child. She learned to talk when she was a year and eight months old. She has always loved to talk since then. Her first language was English. She also learned to walk when she was two. Since then she hasn’t liked to sit still. When Corinne was four years old, she discovered that she loved to sing. It was absolutely her favorite hobby. She often had a radio on in her room and she would sing along with the songs. At five, she first heard Spanish and wanted very badly to learn it. She begged to learn it for almost a month, then her parents finally gave in. Since they hadn’t grown up speaking or knowing Spanish, they had to pay for lessons. Corinne was very happy and loved learning the Spanish language.

No matter how quick a learner Corinne was, it couldn’t help her weaker subjects in school. She was always easily distracted, especially when bored. She did very well in history and English classes, but Her science and math grades ranged from C pluses to A minuses. Her parents didn’t give her pressure about these grades, but if she got lower than a C plus, they would have to get a tutor for her. Corinne didn’t want a tutor, so she tried hard to stop being distracted in those classes.

The family moved from Puerto Rico to California when Corinne was seven years old. Here, she made many of her friends. She was always good at making friends, but would stand up for them if needed. She also heard many different styles of music there. She loved living in California just as much as her old home, although she missed her friends there. The day she asked her mom why they moved to California was the day she found out that California was where her mother had grown up. Corinne liked knowing this. She also asked questions about what she like when she was a kid. She became very close to her mother in the ages between seven and ten.

When Corrine was thirteen, she took up soccer and loved it. Not only did she get more friends, but enemies. She also got the experience of playing a sport. She had played basketball before, but not on a team, just for fun. Now she was on a team and actually had a big responsibility. She could actually help win something. She enjoyed having enemies as well as friends. She didn’t like people not liking her, it was just good to have more experiences, good or bad.

Personality: Corinne is a dependent girl. She learned from her parents to fight for what she believes in. If people tease her or her friends, she will stick up for them. Not to be mean, but to tell whoever it was, that it isn’t fair to be mean to people, no matter what it may be about. If whoever it is doesn’t give up, she will show her edgy side. She won’t stand for people being mean to her or her friends, it’s just not right or fair. No one can help if they have flaws. Everyone has flaws.

Corinne is very unique. Some days she will be smart and sophisticated, other days she may act like she is five years younger than she is. She wears very cute outfits, yet completely her own. it's very unlikely to see them on someone else. She doesn't care if things don't match, she will wear them if they look nice together. She changes what she feels all the time. some days, she may feel excited even though nothing big is coming up or anything to be excited about.

Corinne isn't embarrassed easily. In fact, if she were to be embarrassed, it would be because of herself. She can skip around singing and screaming for no reason and not be embarrassed. Although, she CAN be embarrassed. It all just depends on what it is that is happening. One thing that embarrasses Corinne is crying in front of people. She doesn't like to because she is sixteen. It's not that older kids can't cry, it's just that it makes her uncomfortable and embarrassed to do so in front of others.

Corinne is very clumsy. She trips, falls, and hits her knees, arms and head on things. She doesn't believe she has bad luck, just clumsiness. She can laugh at her mistakes, as she makes mistakes quite a bit. Some are funny and stupid mistakes, others may be more serious. Being clumsy is part of her life. She meets a lot of people when she falls or gets hurt. It's not the best way to make friends, but as long as you are meeting new people, why not?

Corinne does have an edge, but she doesn't use it purposely. Some people just are mean to a point where she can't take it. She will normally try to solve things first to control her anger, but sometimes anger gets the better of her and she has to defend herself. She doesn't like it to get too far. The most she will do is tell someone to cool it and that it isn't a big deal, they should just be nice. There aren't many insults coming from Corinne's side.

Corinne is distracted and amused very easily. She notices things that most people wouldn't. Sometimes she gets so distracted she will say something random in the middle of silence. She gets especially distracted when she is bored. her distractions become amusements. If she blows a strand of hair hanging in her face for a long time, she may decide to do that some other time when she gets bored. She still doesn't know whether this distraction thing is a bad or good thing yet. It could go either way.

Corinne is very funny. More then half the time, she doesn't even try. It's just her own clumsiness being something she can laugh about. It's easy for her to turn a room full of bored kids into laughing friends, even if it's just an accident. Even if she is hurt, depending on how bad it is, she may be able to laugh at her own pain.

Corinne is protective, not only to younger kids, but to her friends or anyone else that isn't being treated fairly. Her conscience just tells her to help them, don't let them go treated badly. The weird thing about her being protective, is that she is more protective of others than herself. She tries to fix this, it just doesn't come to mind when she is faced with a bad situation.

Corinne is a pretty creative girl. She likes to sketch and draw. She likes to color the pictures she draws. She believes her drawings could be better, but for now, she is fine. She also likes to write poems and stories. Mainly poems. Her poems are very good for her age. She has been writing poems for about a year and a half. They could be better, but for now, Corinne was content with the poems she wrote.

Sample RP: Corinne ran back and forth across the floor of her room. She was taking clothes from her dresser to her trunk. She needed to have anything that would be needed or useful for her new life at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Of course she didn't want to leave her mom and dad, but she was also very excited to go to the school. She was going to a big castle school to learn magic! How could you not be excited? She took a lot of folded clothes at a time and put them into the open trunk on her bed. Once all of her clothes were there, she was going to need some help. "Dad! Could you please come up and help me?!"

Corinne's dad bounded up the steps carrying his wand. "Yes, sweetie?" The sixteen year old girl had seen her dad shrink things before and that's what she needed right now. "Could you shrink some of the things I will need so that I can fit them into my suitcase. Actually, I just need my bookcase shrunken." Her dad smiled and waved his wand at the bookshelf. It immediately shrunk and he did her the favor of using magic to carry the bookshelf to the trunk.

Corinne ran over to her dad and gave him a big hug. "Thanks, Daddy." She walked over to her trunk and closed it. She picked it up off her bed and walked over behind her dad to the steps. Before leaving, she turned back to her room and took her last look at it until she came back for break. Corinne sighed and closed her room door. She ran down the steps and into the kitchen. "I'm...ready to go." A silent tear trickled down her face. She hadn't been away from her parents for a long time before. It would be difficult to do this, but she would have to try. She would miss her home so much, especially the people that she hung out with there.

Corinne ran over to her parents, who were standing together, and hugged them together. "I'm going to miss you guys so much. I will write to you a lot. I promise." Corinne sighed again and walked over to her trunk, cat carrier, and owl cage. She just wished she could stay a little longer. She would miss her parents so much. It would be unbelievable to wake up and not walk down to the kitchen and see her mom and dad sitting at the table. Going to Beauxbatons was going to be the biggest experience of her life. Corinne had yet to figure out if that was a good thing or not.

There were a lot of misspelled words, I spell checked it though.. Also she wouldn't have gotten a letter from a school in France if she lived in California. So you need to change that.

Must be Cossu

[lola1]

First Name: Clarissa Lolita
Last Name: Mendes
Age: 15
Appearance:

History: Clarissa was born on July 17th, 1992, to Alessandra and Francesco Mendes. She spent most of her life, up to age ten, in southern France, but when she was ten, her family moved to a well-to-do neighbourhood in Paris, since her father had been offered an Auror position with the French Ministry of Magic. She began attending Beauxbatons school at age eleven, after having discovered her magical powers at the early age of six. Clarissa's mother was a Veela, as was her grandmother, so she inherited many of her 'charming' traits. Her father works as an Auror for the French Ministry of Magic, and her mother used to be an Auror as well, before Clarissa was born.

Personality: Clarissa is not exactly the nicest person around; she only lets her closest friends see her friendly side. She's a rather spoiled girl who always gets what she wants, and when she sees a guy she wants, she won't stop untill she has him wrapped around her finger. She can be quite the b*tch to people she considers her rivals, and knows every trick in the book to bring her enemies down. She's a master of rumours, and won't even think twice about spreading lies about her enemies. Clarissa also has the reputation of being a bit of a sl*t; she changes boyfriends as often as she changes clothes, almost never staying attached for more than a week.

Sample RP: Clarissa walked down the halls of the school, her head held high. She was the school princess, and she knew it. No one would dare stand up to her, that is, if they had any sense in them at all. Just you wait, she thiought. I'll have all the guys in this school begging for me by the end of term, if not sooner. She was used to getting her way every single time, and no way was that going to change simply because she was in a new school. No, Clarissa Lolita Mendes was a leader all the way, and she knew it. No one would dare cross her, and if they did, they would pay.

This is a PG 13 board, so realize that when you roleplay. Also, I doubt that her mother was a fullblooded veela (though you didn't specify) but I'm just saying because if she were your father would be dead. Do some research about Veelas.

Must be Sournois

[vitale]

First Name: Vitale



Last Name: Moretti



Age: 12



Appearance:



History: Never once in her young life had Kyara De Luca wanted, or even thought of getting married; much less having a child. No no, the thought was preposterous. But after graduating Beauxbatons and meeting Timoteo Moretti, her mind changed. Two years after the quickly decided on marriage, Vitale was born. They soon found out about his problem. You see unknown until now by Kyara, Timoteo’s grandfather had been a full-blooded vampire. The blood had somehow skipped Timoteo and his father, but it had definitely stayed with Vitale. In their home in Livorno, they found it tough to keep this a secret. They had quite a few friends and relatives in the city, and eventually they let their secret out. Not everyone approved, though most did. At least most of his blood is wizards, they would say happily.

The effects of his blood weren’t completely horrible. Actually it became a normal thing, not only to Vitale, but to the whole family. Seeing as he was only part vampire, he didn’t live off of blood. Yet, sometimes he did have a… thirst, if you will. He never necessarily regretted having Vampiric Blood, he always liked being different. He was definitely different than most, and not only because he was part Vampire.

Two short months before his 12th birthday, Vitale received an owl from Beauxbatons. The thing he had been waiting for such a long time. Now it was here. Another adventure. Though, he couldn’t help but wonder if he would fit in. Surely there would be other people with Vampiric Blood at Beauxbatons, wouldn’t there?



Personality: Spontaneous, free spirited, and open minded, Vitale usually doesn’t think twice when he makes a decision. This gets him in trouble, a lot, but that’s how he is. He always knows what he wants, but he is always open to new ideas.

Vitale is intelligent, but naïve seeing as he is only 12. He likes to draw and write, though he is completely against reading, never wanting to sit still long enough to read a book. He is sporty and athletic, and always wants to be outside. He was always into Quidditch, but sadly his parents weren’t. Maybe he would be able to play at Beauxbatons? That would be quite an accomplishment! Vitale sings some, like his mother, but thinks that the idea of a boy signing is just dumb.

The boy usually has little confidence in himself, and is probably the last thing from narcissistic. Though he can’t see much good in himself, he is great at finding the beauty in the people around him. He’s a naturally happy and outgoing person around others, but when he is alone a completely other side can come out.



Sample RP: Crossing his arms against his chest, Vitale pushed his nose against the cool window. “Stupid weather,” he whispered as small snowflakes drifted down from the sky. Why did it have to snow today? Of all days! After about five long minutes of mental crying, he turned on his heels and stomped over to his bed, plopping down carelessly. As he sat in silence, the snow piled up outside and the temperature dropped. His bedroom even seemed to get colder, which he realized when small goose bumps began to form on his thin arms. By now he was lying down, and he flipped over onto his stomach. Vitale pushed his face into one of his pillows and shivered once more.

His throat began to hurt suddenly, and he coughed into the pillow before jumping up from lack of air. He put his hand to his forehead and groaned. “Stupid weather,” he repeated.

Slipping on a pair of socks, he pranced down to the kitchen idly. Jumping into one of the seats which lined the kitchen table, he laid his head down onto the table. From here he was in perfect view of a window, and could see the flakes falling again. He had to admit, even though they had ruined his perfectly planned out day, they were pretty.

Must be Cossu

[glamxcore]

First Name: Coral
Last Name: Chastain
Age: 15
Appearance:
History: Coral grew up in the one and only Paris, France. Her parents both went to Beauxbatons Academy. Her mother was in Cossu and her father in Rouerie. She is a vampire on her father's side of the family. The family is know for being the most helpful vampire is history.Coral's father works for the Ministry of Magic and her mother stays at home taking care of her little brother. Coral did a passing job in her muggle studies but always had a way of losing her temper. Her family is extremely close and they tell each other everything.
Personality: Coral is a strong willed girl who always speaks her mind. She can easily lose her temper when annoyed (don't we all) She is kind to all of her friends and enjoys chatting and gossip. She is a somewhat good student and can be a little boy crazy at times, which can influence her grades.
Sample RP:
"Coral? Wake up honey! Coral." Her mother gently stroked the side of her face. "You need to leave for Beauxbatons soon!"
"Okay okay, I'm up!!!" she mumbled into her pillow slightly opening her brown and red eyes. Her mother face had a soft, teary smile spread across her fair skin.
"I have breakfast ready downstairs." she said trying to hide her emotions.
"I'll be down in a minute mom." Coral sat up and stared blankly at the pile of suitcases near her door. Beauxbatons, wow! she thought to herself.
Coral shuffled out of her bedroom in her favorite slippers. Breakfast, as her mother said, was ready and on the table with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice waiting for her. She sat down and started inhaling the bacon and egg breakfast. She then stood up thanked her mother and went to get dressed.
Coral grabbed the shirt she had layed out the night before and put it on slowly. She slipped on her skinny jeans and stepped into some black ballet flats. As she tied her hair into a high ponytail she heard her mother yell "Coral the carriage is here!"
Coral grabbed her bags and shut her bedroom door for the last time to go and start a new adventurer.

You need more information in your History and Personality sections. Also the length of your RP is ok, but you need to work on it...spelling, neatness and so on.
I fixed it

Your RP style needs a bit more work, but I'll go ahead and sort you. Be aware that it looks somewhat cluttered.

Must be Sournois

[lalucediamore]

First Name:
Aife Tierney
Last Name:
Argent
Age:
16
Appearance:
Aife has many shades in her wavy hair, causing it to be dark in the winter, but red in the summer, when the sun saturates it. She has deep blue eyes and fair skin that is flawless except for a birthmark on her shoulder the shape of Crete, an island on which her mother lived for several years. She is of average height, and has a curvy yet small build. She carries her father's wide jaw and her mother's prominent cheekbones.
History:
Aife grew up in Lyon, France as the eldest of three sisters. Reared partly by her mother, and partly her grandmother, she was quick to learn the basics of living without magic. Her father worked as an unspeakable, and passed away when the girls were all very young. Knowledge in sewing, cooking, and cleaning- by hand- made her out to be the mother hen of the three girls. Aife was very quiet and very shy until one breached any of her family or friends. At the turn of twelve, her mother sent her to live with her grandmother, who tutored her in philosophy, history, and literature, along with studies in magical subjects. In her free time, Aife made many friends, finally breaking out of her shell. Without the obligations brought by sisterhood, and only needing to care about her personal likes and dislikes, Aife began to find her own person. She still has ways to go, and will always be on her journey, but she is happy with the person she is becoming. She received her letter to Beauxbatons at the turn of her fourteenth year, and is extremely excited to begin her professional schooling, and confident that her grandmother's teaching has more than prepared her to enter classes at an appropriate level.
Personality:
Aife is very friendly, if only still a bit soft spoken. While she is very mischievous, and quick to join her friend's pranks, she never wishes true harm upon others, and is never the first to instigate anything. Very much a follower, she blends into others lives, but if you look closely, she is very much the rock that everyone stands on. Very able as the mother hen of her friends, many come to her for talks and confidences. You can most often find her curled up with her nose in a book, rolling the dog-eared pages in concentration. Her most fascinating interests are the royal muggle families in europe, and as for the Tudors, she could go on for days. A lover of knowledge, she will tell anyone who will listen that in order to truly know a subject, you must study all points and opinions on it, even the ones you do not believe. Her moods vary, sometimes you will find her hyper and in need of excitement, and at other times mellow, and in need of an intense discussion or some alone time. Being a very tolerant and accepting person, she is friends with most any kind of person, and sees people not for whom they try to be, but who they really are.
Sample RP:
Aife blew her hair away from her eyes. First day's homework was harder than she thought. She should know the subject well enough, her mother had encouraged her to know muggle habits just as well as magical ones. But who on earth cares about why muggles must use kitchen utensils? The exact function of a butcher's knife was not really as exciting as everyone made it out to be, she knew that well.
Pushing her chair back, she gathered her books, making sure the dog ears lay flat, and each bookmark was in place. She could finish after dinner.
"Butcher knives... ha!", she murmured, take the stairs to her room. Surprised I wasn't asked how to sharpen them, she thought, as she sorted her books into her trunk.

She could hear the chatting from the dining hall before she reached the last of the stairs. Light streamed from the crack below the massive doors that led onto the entrance hall, forming a shadow as she stood with her hand hesitating on the large brass handle. She was good at making friends, she knew it, but every time she was confronted with a brand new slate, she felt an intense urge to heave.

"Cuse me, miss!", said a tall blonde girl, followed by a giggling frenzy of girls, as she pushed by Aife into the hall. Scooting in behind the mass, she made her way to her house table, seating herself quietly at the end as the tall woman at the high table made her way to the podium.

Something about a delightful new year, what teachers were back, and which weren't, and who replaced them, club postings, the usual introductory crap. All Aife could really hear was that intense buzzing in her ears brought on by that horrid feeling of nervousness. There were so many students! Aife knew what a respected school Beauxbatons was, and expected a lot of students. But to really see them all together quite threw her gut in a knot. And she didn't even know anyone! Sure, a few people said hi to her, she had a few short glances and smiles, you know, when you catch an eye or what. But really, how would she be able to find her way through all these people, and have to sit with them in class every day?
She pondered this right up until the moment she felt herself being bumped up the table. She turned to her left, coming face to face with a girl whose hair was about the shade of a flamingo.
"Wotcher, love? I need some room, if ya don't mind," the bright and obtrusive girl muttered. Aife could only stare. "Sorry, I just am a bit late, I was catching up with some friends in the hall", she whispered, giving Aife a wink. "So what's your name? It'll be your first year, I suppose, you have that dear-in-the-headlight look. Don't worry, a pretty girl like you? You'll be fine, don't worry. You look a smart one too, not a ditz like some of these girlies, now..." Aife just listened as the pink headed witch mumbled on and on. She smiled at the girl, thinking how much she reminded her of some friends back home. "So you'll eat with us tomorrow, eh? Cuz I don't think Jamie will be too pleased with me extending an invitation and someone turnin' it down, if ya know how he gets..." Aife nodded, smiling to herself as the girl, Sammie, it turned out, gave her attention to the head table. She heard the exclamation that dinner should begin, and turned to see Sammie helping herself to a platter of new potatoes, grinning cheekily to Aife every few seconds. Aife thought about tomorrow, her classes, and her lunch invitation as she ate. If there were more people like Sammie here at Beauxbatons, she was sure she would do just fine.

Must be Rouerie

[babybear]

First Name:Alex
Last Name: Parken
Age: 16
Appearance:

History: Alex grew up as a normal little girl who was very popular to everyone. She lived with her grandparents because her parents died in a fire when she was nine. Alex was always the type of person let let her problem and anger go. Alex likes sunsets and thats where she had her first kiss and thats where she lost her first love. She has lost a lot of people in her life until she noticed that her canine teeth were longer and sharper. Then when she was walking the night and there was one man (unknown) and she had the certain craving for blood. She woke up he next morning with her canines even longer and they had blood on them. She turned on the T.V. and the man she saw last night was dead. She ran away the next day, knowing she did it. The rest is history starting here.

Personality: Ahhh. Alex Parken, what is she like? She's energetic, and extremely involved. But that doesn't mean academically. She doesn't likes to be the center of attention, or show off She strives to be liked just for her. She's not a hard person to get along with, at all, she's just one who knows what she wants and where she's going...most of the time. Shes a lover of laughter, she stays out of peoples business, and no way in will she ever say no to a good friend, nor will she be afraid to tell it like it is. True she may be a little to sweet...and quiet, but when set to work on a task she takes interest in. She's a brave, idealist little orphan with a taste for reading and some boys. But ever since she found out she was a vampire she is a bit different. Alex is still loved by a lot of people, but doesn't show her affection much.

Sample RP: Alex awoke in tall grass. There was blood coming from her canines!! She screamed in horror. "What the..."She looked around her surroundings. There were trees behind her, and what looked like a..school? or a castle... in front of her.Where was she? And what was she wearing? A black strapless shirt and shorts. But it was as sunny as ever outside and she wasn't hot, she was really cold. She took one hand and put it to her tooth, and when she took her hand away it was covered in blood. "Ahh..." She felt so strong and yet, a little evil."This is a nightmare..." Alex said. Again she tried to shake the thought of what she just saw. "What the heck happened?!" she yelled. She bent over and stood up. A bit unsteady, she leaned on a tree. She felt so weird. She put her hand to her head. She felt her teeth pulling back into her gums. "Oww!!" She pressed her teeth to ease the pain. Then she looked at her hand in amazement, and yet scared at the thought of blood being on her hand. "What the...How did...Huh?" She had to have been in a dream. There was no way... "Ok, what happened before this?" She closed her eyes to remember. She opened them. It was like her mind was empty. She couldn't remember anything. What was wrong with her? Then she yelled in pain and fell down with her "teeth" pulling out her her gums again. Blurred and short images of people and places came into her head. Then, nothing. Only a split second of what might have been her memory was gone. A chain fell off her neck as she got up to leave. There was a dog tag attached to it. She picked it up. It read, Alex and then a bunch of numbers were under it. She flipped it over. Nothing. She put it around her neck again. As she walked into the forest and disappeared the claws on her other hand quickly retracted. She jumped, looked at her hand and continued walking.

Eventually, she found a random field. Finally... she thought. Into the first set of flowers she saw, she found so soft when she lied down and the cold went away. Wondering where she was going to sleep, she got up and walked back toward the school. There was something, normal knocker, but a pair of statues. When she walked in her head was throbbing and she held it .It was like, a whole different her. ... Whoever I am..." she thought. "I wonder..." she said thinking if she could make the her canines come out again. The last time she did it she felt weird . Alex pressed her teeth. Nothing. She pressed it again. She rubbed her gums to find them. "Woah... they're ...connected to me? So there not fake. Ok, then I should be able to make them come out, but how." She closed her eyes. Slowly, she made them come out. "oOOOOWWwww...." she grimaced at the pain. She opened eyes, and there they were. As she looked down at her long canines she focused again and they quickly retracted back in her gums as regular teeth.

Alex was about to walk back out, then she heard something. And then she saw a shadow behind the statue.

Alex said "Who's there". She got up and squinted her eyes to see who it was, but since she was new and all she didn't know anyone. She walked in the direction of the person and made her Canines grow out. She didn't really know how but she was upset and kind of scared so they sort of came out on their own.

[2goth4u]

First Name: Cameron
Middle Name: Melinda
Last Name: Welbourne
Age: 16
Appearance:

History: "Cameron Melinda Welbourne." As soon as the words were flung out of Reginald Welbourne’s mouth, he knew, right then and there, his daughter would contain both beauty and perfection. Pssh. What a lie. Her birth certificate was quivering in Reginald's hand. In silver, curly letters, underneath Cameron's name, read ventricular septal defect. Cameron looked into the glittering gray eyes of Reginald, the eyes of her father, unaware of the defect. Her twin sister, Kylie, laid beside her, whilst her older sibling, Andrew, grinned back at both of them. Cameron uttered a bubbly sort of giggle, her body laying on her mother's. Amelie Welbourne smiled at the two newborn twins weakly, her tawny hair drenched with sweat. No one paid attention to glowing birthmark on Cameron's wrist. The glowing mark, shaped like a bat, looked vividly like a tattoo. Cameron, in her opinion, never really paid attention to it. Sadly, two days after Cameron was born, Andrew was seperated from the warm family. Though they were far away, Cameron was determined to find them. Six years later, Allie was born, though Cameron didn't remember much of her, considering she was seperated as well.

Cameron really didn't remember any part of Andrew, or Allie. Kylie, though, stayed with her through it all. Kylie- her twin sister. Cameron was never known as just 'Cameron Anderson'. It was always 'Cameron and Kylie', or, of course, 'Kylie and Cameron". The top-notch duo, those two could never be torn apart. Doing so would be, like, the biggest mistake a Muggle and/or wizard could ever do. Reginald and Amelie couldn't help but grin whenever they saw their two daughters twirling around the lawn.

Cameron would usually use magic, about half-in-half of her time. The magical half was when she had visited her pure-blood grandparents, who lived in the Wizarding World, far, far away from Muggles (obviously). Cameron used, and still uses, magic to help around Papa’s condo. It was quite entertaining, watching little tea saucers zip across the room with a flick of Nanÿa's wand. Cameron was accepted into Durmstrang, not easily adapted to the frigid weather. She turned down the application, yet then, she got a scholarship to Beauxbatons. As she was walking in the hallways, she bumped into Andrew and Allie, matching the bat birthmarks on their wrists. Cameron was a very talented witch, her love for magic growing and growing as she spent her days with Andrew and Allie. She also believed in fairy tales, and happily ever after.

But no magic could cure her heart.
So far, there's no happily ever after to look forward to.

Personality: Cameron is totally musical. When she was thirteen, she received a clarinet and a piano. Her passion for music swelled along the years, gathering up a love for art. She'd paint every day, no matter what her emotions were. She also has a voice like a rocker, though angel-like at the same time, if that's possible. She's also very obnoxious, though, and negative. Sometimes, negativity gets the best of her and causes her to yell at some person for no reason. She's also a little gross... okay, you don't want to know that part. Cameron's also lazy at times, asking people to do things for her. She is sometimes described as "Hex" the way she acts.

Sample RP:"How's this, Len?" Cameron waved the rough piece of parchment in front of the brown owl's beak. Len ruffled her feathers, sticking out her skinny talons. "It's not like I don't love Mom and all," Cameron explained, tying the letter around the sharp, black claws. "I just wish she'd stop bugging over this ventricular septal defect business." She looked up, staring into Len's sparkling, brown eyes. "I know it's serious, Len," she hissed, as though the owl had lectured her, "I just... I dunno... like pretending this never happened, y'know?" Len stayed quiet for a minute, pecking softly at Cameron's fingernails. "Whatever." Cameron muttered, breaking the silence. "Go on now." Briskly, she watched Len flutter out the window in a single whoosh. Peace and quiet. Or so Cameron thought. Just then, two annoying shrill voices filled the Owlery, as well as two arguing, lemony blond females- the Stellar twins, Lucretia and Ginerva.

"The name's Hex, Ginerva."
"Ha, I don't think so, Lucretia."
"Hex."
"Ginerva."
"Hex!"
"Ginerva!"
"Hex!"
"Ginverva!"

"Halt!" Cameron cried, silencing the two blonds. "And shut up." Both teal, ocean-blue eyes were burning on Cameron curiously, waiting for her to speak. Look what you've gotten yourself into! she scolded sharply, her fingernails tracing over her jeans nervously. Just then, she did the stupidest thing a girl could do: she ran.

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[riley]

First Name: Maycee
Middle Name: Alexandra
Last Name: Thomas
Age: 16

Appearance:

Maycee is an extremely tall girl, standing at 5"10, though she has no giant-blood running through her veins. Actually, it's the complete opposite; most of her is fairy-blood from her mother's side. She doesn't really care for her looks, and wouldn't care if she had been born ugly. She has dark, wavy auburn hair with dirty blonde streaks in it. Her eyes are very dark, almost black. Some say that it's due to her black heart, and that they could have sworn that when she was younger, she had baby blue eyes. Of course, this is a lie. Not that she didn't have blue eyes when she was a child, that was actually true, but it was that she had the same personality when she was a kid. Her eyes are the only part of her body that she is fond of, though they get the most attention. People call her beautiful mostly because of her eyes. Despite their hard, coal black color, they have a certain warmth to them that no one has seen before. They're an unusual almond shape, and when the sun is out, they dance in the light, as if laughing and playing, while the rest of her body is its rigid and shunning self. Maycee has a slim nose that doesn't stand out much. Nobody knows why, but she often finds herself looking longingly at people with larger noses. They guess tat she just wants to be unique, but the actual fact is that Maycee doesn't want all the attention of being "stunningly attractive," as her mother's friends would say.

Maycee has a habit of going on her computer late at night, and so sometimes there are dark circles located under her eyes. These late-night antics also affect her posture. She used to stand up nicely, but now that she was diagnosed with Scoliosis, a crooked back, she slumps over a lot. None of these, unfortunately for her, make people think she's any less beautiful, and this makes her stay up later, causing bad test scores and an even worse attitude than she already has. Maycee has amazing bone structure, with high cheekbones and sharp, angled features. Due to the close perfection of her face, this sometimes intimidates people and causes them to stay away from her, not that May minds. She counts her face shape as one of her "silent weapons." The others are her height, and her trademark sneer. As explained above, she is a tall girl, and sometimes subject to jokes by wannabes, such as "Amazon Woman" and the oh-so-original "Freak." When this happens, though, she'll give them a look. She stares at you straight in the eye, and slowly says a comeback, as if she's talking to someone who can't hear well. Then, the left corner of her mouth will curl up, revealing a malicious grin.

May has an athletic build, though she barely does any exercise to keep in shape. The only sport she plays is football, but she ends up getting more injuries than a work out. She has five scars, one on her neck from a dog attack, one from a snake bite, and the others from football. She has some interesting stories behind the first two, though they were mostly due to her carelessness. She doesn't care about hiding the scars, in fact she wears them as badges of honor. She lets people know what she's gone through, and lets them admire her bravery, though the wounds actually healed in a matter of hours. Maycee has an odd fashion sense, if you could call it fashion at all. Her daily attire consists of jeans and a sweatshirt. Her accessory? A backpack. What about formal wear? Black jeans and a white blouse. Sure, it sounds nice, but how about it after she played football in that blouse and the grass stains never came out? In short, she really doesn't care about her appearance, and she wishes that people would just like her for who she was, and not what she looked like, even though she still wouldn't like them back.

History:

On November 22, 1991, Maycee Alexandra Thomas was born to John an Kathleen Thomas in Austin, Texas. John Thomas was a general in the army, and so he transferred around the globe constantly. At first, Maycee was a happy baby, laughing and giggling at every little thing, but after she turned five, and the family moved to their 17th spot, May began to change. She started acting up, refusing to go places such as the movies or amusement parks, but no one figured out why. She waited and waited for someone to finally figure out that she didn't like moving, but no one did. Maycee gave up on the whole "be sorry for me" act, and took a different route. She started getting into studying, learning different things on her own. She studied the dictionary like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Then, they moved again, and she was ready. She acted like she was a genius, and people believed her. She purposefully used difficult words so people couldn't understand her. It was the most confusing, mind boggling thing anyone could do, and she loved doing it. Pretending to be the superior human turned into a competition for her, and being as competitive as she was, she wouldn't stop. She didn't make any friends, and it wasn't because people didn't want to get close to her, which was an amazement, considering her snarky attitude. No, it was because Maycee never let her guard down for anyone. Not even a quick hello.

She tried her hardest to get people to dislike her, but it never worked. Some people went as far as to call her "misunderstood." She could do what she wanted, and no one would care. She could burn a house down, and people would only stop for a moment. She felt a strange power at finding this out, but it was also boring. If she could do anything she wanted, what fun was that? The strangest thing was that her parents never found out about her double personality. At home, she was sweet and responsible. At school, she was snooty and superior to everyone around her. Then, one day, her father came with the news that they were moving to France; their last stop. His boss had called to tell him the news. Maycee was shocked, in a good and bad way. Good: She might get to annoy more interesting people. Bad: What the heck would she do there? And what did it have to do with the U.S. Army? Maycee soon found out.

The truth was that Kathleen had told John that she was a witch, and that he had quit his job so that they could move. She had told him that there was a chance that May might receive a letter from Beauxbatons if they moved to Europe. He sprang at the idea, as he was also getting tired of moving around. On April 4th, they were on their way. Maycee didn't enjoy school, well, she didn't really enjoy anything, being the pessimist that she was. But this school was utterly irritating. The people here were complete morons, constantly talking about the latest gossip. Thankfully, her father had taught her a bit of French before they left, so she mostly knew what everyone was talking about. It was so weird to realize that her old schools were actually smart. Much to her relief, Maycee got her later to Beauxbatons later that year.

Personality:

May is not the type of girl who's completely understanding, kind, and gentle. In fact, she hates those kinds of people, finding them weak. She may have these feelings to hide these insecurities, but no one will ever know, for Maycee doesn't get close to anyone. She's a tad pessimistic at times, always preparing for the worst thing to happen. She has a hard time knowing when to stop harassing people, and it doesn't matter, because if she did, she wouldn't stop. Some people call her flat out mean, but others think of her as interesting. Maycee doesn't think very highly of herself, she sometimes even insults herself, saying that she's cold and uncaring, which a couple of people think but are too scared to say. She's a very competitive girl, not giving up, even on the hardest things, like college level math courses. She doesn't even know what the heck the teacher's talking about, but she'll try to get it and get a top grade. She loves being by herself, but doesn't know why. She doesn't really care if a place is crowded or quiet, and so she just guesses it's because she has a lot of privacy, though she does already.

The thing that Maycee hates the most is when people contradict her, even on the smallest thing. She has quite a temper, and so she'll lash out at you with words as sharp as knives. She knows how to hurt peoples' feelings, and so if you go past the line she's drawn, she can hurt you badly. She doesn't like when people think that they can stand up to her, because she's a strong girl and can take any insults. She never gets offended, even by the harshest comments. They can't stand up to her figuratively or literally. The only thing that she cares about is waveboarding. It's the only real exercise that she does. She secretly stuffed her waveboard in her bag going to Beauxbatons. It's like her anti-drug. It's addicting for her, not to mention fun. She takes it almost everywhere with her. She doesn't really talk to her family much anymore, except for her little brother, Charlie. Inside, she hopes that Charlie might come to Beauxbatons. He isn't her best friend or anything, but she feels worried about him. He isn't exactly responsible, and her family ended up moving to another house. Staying within the same town, but it still hurt Charlie. She's worried that he'll look up to her, and take after her, which is exactly what she doesn't want. Like with the rest of her family, she doesn't communicate with him, but hopes in her heart that he's doing well.

Sample RP:

Boarding in the city was like nothing before, as you wanted to keep your pace, and you needed the ultimate agility. To be able to dodge business men and women with shopping bags was a real skill, and it was a challenge to stay on board. May swerved, just missing an oncoming group of kids. Her hair waved and flapped in the cold December wind, almost knocking her off her feet. If she fell, it would be the end of her and her board. Even though it was getting close to below zero, Maycee had only a windbreaker, a long sleeved shirt, and shorts on. Not exactly winter friendly, but at the speed she was going, nothing would have helped. She flipped her board, showing off a bit for onlookers. Not many girls could ride like she could, and she knew it, too. Some people even told her to compete in the local skateboard/waveboard competition. She would've loved it, but she had better things to do then race against nobodys. It was her last week here, and she wanted to make the most of it. She crossed the street, ignoring the honking that was directed at her. She really didn't care about anyone else at that moment.

The crowds of people seemed to inch by at an alarmingly slow rate. Maycee quickly looked up to see that the clouds were turning gray and that it would rain soon. She picked up speed, going at a dangerously fast pace. She knew that if she made a wrong move, she would fall. She saw a familiar street and swerved, almost knocking into a woman on her cell phone. Rolling her eyes as the woman screamed at her, she started slowing down, her tense legs easing as she rolled down the empty street. The light breeze ruffled her hair as she took it out of the hat she was wearing. She always did this to make people think she was a guy, because if she didn't, even more attention would be drawn to her. She was actually better then most guys, and of people knew she was a girl, she'd be popular in seconds. Most of the superficial girls in France would jump at this opportunity. May squinted as she looked at the clouds, the sun still beaming behind the gray mass.

Maycee jumped off her board, letting it skid into her driveway. On the way to the front door, she dragged her feet, her muddy sneakers were torn and messy. Her family wasn't poor, not in the slightest, but she choose to wear "low class clothes" as he mother would call it. She leaned against her door, looking at all of the other houses. She wasn't sad about leaving, but she wasn't sure if she should believe it. Her? A witch? Not to mention that her mother was a fairy, and so she was a half-fairy. The irony was incredible. She couldn't imagine herself in anything but shorts and sneakers, let alone robes. She knew that she wasn't being fair about the whole situation, but then again, when was she ever fair? She kicked the door open and threw her shoes off.

"I'm home." She yelled with fake enthusiasm.

When her mother answered back, Maycee went down to her basement. She plopped down on the couch and flipped through the channels for the last time before she left. Her things had been randomly shoved into her bag. She thought of her waveboard and smiled. She'd be taking that, too. She wondered what it would be like in another new place. The sky grew darker outside, and so darkness shrouded the basement. It felt a bit scary, but Maycee really didn't mind. The blue glow from the TV was the only light in the large room. A strange feeling washed over her body, and she really took it in that she was moving. Not even with anyone. She wasn't frightened, but it scared her slightly that she didn't know what was in store for her for the first time in her life.

I'm sorry that I'm posting this twice. I was out of town for a couple of days, and so I didn't have time to finish it
It's done now though ^^

Must be Sournois

[dominiqueflorence]

First Name: Dominique
Last Name: Florence
Age: 11
Appearance: DOMINIQUE FLORENCE:

History: Dominique Florence was born into a pure-blooded French family of the name, Florence.
Her mother was a famous historian, Marie Florence, who wrote countless history of magic books and textbooks.
Her father was a Healer, and a mighty fine one. He was credited for the invention of several Healing potions.
She lived in the heart of Paris, France, and got her Beauxbatons letter, and is at her first year there.

Personality: Sly, pure-blood mania. Cunning, sweet at times.

Sample RP:
Dominique was pretending to search for a book, but was peeking through a place that had held books once, however someone must have borrowed them.
She had seen that little girl, Bonnita around alot, she was literally everywhere.

She evidently hadnt been paying attention because the librarian was asking her, "Can I help you look for something?"
Startled, she quickly thought of a lie.
"Umm...yes, I am looking for a book on ze 'istory of...uh... broom racing." she invented quickly.
"Section six, row three on the left." directing her to the books.
She grabbed the first book she saw and walked back to the table where the little girl she had seen alot, was sitting, put the book on the table, bored, grabbed a peice of parchment, quill and a bottle of ink from her bag, it looked like she was writing notes, however, she was writing a letter to her brother, hoping that her owl, Cleo, could get it to him as soon as possible.

Dearest Jean-Paul,
Having fun at Durmstrang?? How's Jamie and all of your friends? Is Headmaster Lezela? Give him my greetings, but I must visit once I'm done here at Hogwarts, I can't wait till you come next year, it's going to be so fun!
Did you get the money I sent? 40 galleons, be sure to spend it wisely!
Love,
Dominique


The little girl, Bonnita looked quite bored, studying an Ancient Runes book, Dominique had no intrest in runes, she was more of a charms girl.
She hoped that she could pass her O.W.L.s & maybe her N.E.W.T.s, she hoped to start a center for witches and wizards to train to become Healers, he life ambition to become one herself.
Finaly she picked up the book, and absent-mindedly to a random page, drifted off into a day-dream.

You need to change your display name to fit the name in your profile, then I'll look at the rest of your profile.

The personality is way too short. The history is somewhat short too. Overall the way you wrote it was somewhat confusing, as you kept pressing the enter key after every sentence. Try to make it look neat, and add more to the personality and history.

[isaac]

First Name: Isaac

Last Name: Trosch

Age: 17

Appearance:

History: Isaac Cristopher Trosch was born to Leslie and Amelia Trosch on the 1st of August 1990 in England. Since Isaac was about five years he and his parents traveled all around the world, he doesn't remember many places for he was very young, but he does remember Argentina, Cuba, Portugal, and China, a very fascinating place.

Isaac liked traveling because then he could learn about different cultures, it was difficult sometimes though, magic was just blooming in him and pretty strange things used to happen, like glasses breaking and things starting to levitate but his parents always managed to fix that.

Being to all those places was good to Isaac, he realized there was much more in the world than just him and himself. Some people died because of poverty and because of the war and some places were just amazingly beautiful. But like his parents used to say; Nothings really perfect.

One day, Isaac's parents talked to him about going to magic school for until now both his mother and father had taught him everything they knew, but learning magic was never enough. He would be going to Beauxbatons Academy, the same school that both his parents had attended.


Personality: Isaac is a very happy person, he enjoys life a whole lot. Some people say that because he's an only child he was very spoiled and that his parents should have raised him properly, but that's not entirely true. He's friendly to people, likes to talk and meet new people and new places. It's fair play for Isaac, if someone doe some thing bad to him, he'll just do it back to that person, almost like everyone for themselves.

He's oddly very fond of poetry, sometimes he just stares at things and he might not be thinking of anything at all, but somewhere inside, words start to form and sentences gain life and it just comes. He's a natural poet, no arguing that. He also likes drawing but not that much. Music is another paranoid of Isaac's, and there was this band from England, The Weird Sisters, although he hasn't heard anything from them in quite a while.

Isaac is a very emotional person, it is quite advised to people that they mustn't play with his feelings. Strange fact about Isaac is that he always carries a piece of paper, a quill and ink with him.

Sample RP:
He had just gotten to Beauxbatons Academy and was amazed at everything, he hadn't thought that there would be a carriage with giant horses, he hadn't even though about horses or Even a castle. It was so beautiful. He would be sorted in a couple of minutes or so, that was what he expected. There was still time to take a quick peek at the gardens.

It was breath-taking. The view, and the castle and the flowers, it was so much that he thought he was going to explode from the inside, the grounds were amazing, he could stay there the entire day, just looking, thinking of everything and nothing at all. He inhaled deeply and felt the sweet air go inside him.

Such beauty, such grace,
Captures my breath, takes it away.
What an amazing, dazzling face,
Like a 2 year-old, it makes you want to play.
It speaks of love and hate,
Peace even war.
I find myself in a debate,
Will I ever want to be far?
Far...far away...

And with one last smile and with one last glance he turned around and headed for the castle. That was where he was supposed to be sorted into.


Must be Cossu

[corrin]

First Name: Corrin
Last Name: Oxenford
Age: 12

Appearance:

History: Corrin Oxenford was born in Los Angeles on the twenty-sixth of January. He has an older brother, Gill, who was five years old at the time. His parents, Anthony and Ashley Oxenford, both wizards, loved him a lot and basically spoiled him. Corrin was easily intrigued by his parents doing magic. He loved it. He often bugged them to do simple spells such as levitate thisgs and make light with their wands. His parents both had a job transfer to France as aurors when he was seven. He had to learn French, and quick. Since he was a quick learner, he learned fast. He knows basic French. When he turned twelve, on his birthday, he recieved a blue letter. It had said he was accepted into Beauxbatons.

Personality: Corrin is a bit selfish and pessimistic, but that doesn't stop him from being nice. A lot of people find him likable and he treats you the way you treat him. He only befriends those who deserve it.

He also likes to become allies with those who may be needed in future events. He expects to be important in the future, since he wants to be an auror like his parents.

Sample RP: Corrin, nervous to be here for the first day, decided to get up early, maybe to beat the traffic to the front of the cafeteria. He put on his shirt, pants and shoes. He walked quickly to the Great Hall, and sat down. He grabbed a piece of toast off of the plate holding some and nibbled at it. There were some odd things in France, and he was still getting used to them.

He saw his owl, Persnickety swooping down. Finally, he thought, my allowance! The envelope carried five knuts. They should really give me a raise... HE wrote a thank you note and asked for a raise and sent persnickety off, but not before giving him an owl treat.

[kasper]

First Name: Kasper

Last Name: Doxmiere

Age: 16

Appearance:


History:
Kasper was born on October 26, 1991. She grew up in northern France with her parents Victor and Claudia Doxmiere. Her father created dolls and puppets for a local toy shop and her mother was a fashion designer. When Kasper was eight years old her mother got a job in Paris and they had to move. Kasper rather liked living in Paris and rarely stayed home.

When Kasper was ten, her mother got very sick. Before doctors could figure out what was wrong, it was too late. Victor went into a deep depression and Kasper had to become the house keeper sort of speak. She took over the house work and left her father alone in his office creating dolls. She hardly talked to her father for the next few years.

Kasper talked her father into letting her go to Beauxbatons Academy for school, where her parents met. He agreed and off she went.

Personality:
Kasper is a very calm person, after maturing at such a young age. She rarely gets angry, but will not be afraid to show it. Kasper keeps to herself most of the time, which may come off as being cold to some people. She is quick-witted and is not afraid to speak her mind. She is kind to those who are close to her. Kasper loves music and plays piano when she has the chance.

Sample RP:
Kasper pulls the door at the top of the stairs to the dusty attic. She tugs at the small string to let some light in. She brushed some cobwebs away from the walls as she makes her way to a box by the window. Dust and grime covered the small window, giving a darker look to the room. She brushed some of the dirt off of the box.

It had been a while since Kasper was up in the attic. Most of her mothers things had been packed away and Kasper didn’t like the idea of dust covering her memories. Six years past and she could still her her mother playing the piano in the sitting room, before her father locked it everyday, only to sit in there hours at night.

The death had been hard for the both of them. Kasper pulled out an old sketchbook her mother kept for her designs. As she flipped through the pages, a small piece of paper fell out. ‘Odd’ she thought as she looked at it.

To my darling Kasper. A Wedding Dress for you. Love Mom

It was a lovely white gown her mother sketched out. Kasper tucked it away in her pocket. “Ah there it is.” She said to herself as she picked up an old suitcase to finish packing. She would leave tomorrow to Beauxbatons Academy. She could hardly wait.

Must be Rouerie

[tucker]

First Name: Ryan

Last Name: Tucker

Age: Eighteen

Appearance: Ryan has short dark colored hair that he doesn't really do anything with. He stands about five feet six inches tall. He used to work out regularly, but doesn't have the body of a body builder. He's fit but not too much. His eyes are a bright green color that stand out greatly from his fair skin color. His dressing style is sort of unique. He dresses the way he wants to. Sometimes it may refelct the way he's feeling or it may just be some random thing he pulled out of the closet. It all depends on how he wants to dress.

History: Ryan was put in an orphange when his biological parents died. He was about three. He was quickly adopted thought by a wonderful family. They were of course muggles, and he didn't know a thing about his magical heritage. He lived as a muggle, and had no idea of witches and wizard except in story books.

He turned eleven, and his parents thought that it would be nice to adopt more kids. So they adopted more, and then more, and then more. They seemed to like adopting children, and that's what Ryan thought they just liked doing it. It turned out though that his adopted mother couldn't conceive children. Well she could, but if she went through with a pregnancy it was possible she could die. Which no one wanted to they didn't even try.

Ryan loved being the oldest of the house. He wasn't all the kids real brother, but he thought of them as blood relative, and would do anything to help them out. He was always the one to hep out when the kids would fight, and when his parents were to go out. They all looked up to him, and he tried to set a good example for them, but it was hard. Trying to take care of all them. He tried so hard that he missed out on his teenage years, but he didn't mind too much since he liked helping his parents out.

He attended Beauxbatons until his second year before, and during his first year he had to leave temporarily. His mother had been put in the hospital, and he felt he should be there for her. So he made his way back home, and he stayed there for about a month. Then he came back. A few months later after sending owl after owl to his father everyday demanding he tell him how his mother was.

She had been put back into the hospital, and she wasn't doing very well. A few weeks later she died. His family was upset, and so was he. He had decided to take a month off from school since he wanted to help out a little with his father. The kids were getting angry, and it was because of their mother dying. Everyone knew the only person that could calm them down would be Ryan.

After everything back home was all worked out he made his way back to Beauxbatons. He was planning on finishing school this time before ever leaving again. As long as nothing else came up, and he hoped that nothing would until he was finished.

Personality: Ryan is usually sweet and caring. He cares about everyone, and everything. He treats people younger than him like he would his own brothers and sisters. Only because he felt like a parent to his brothers, and sisters for a long time, and that's pretty much all he's known.

Ever since his mother died though he had been withdrawn from people, and wanted nothing to do with them. He's afraid to get too close to people afraid that they would leave him the same way his mother did. He feels like he's cursed. He gets angry easily, but he knows it's only temporary. Most people that lose someone their close to goes through anger. He just hoped it wouldn't last too long.

Sample RP: Ryan walked into the school and looked around. He had expecting some huge change to have happened while he was gone. Still it looked the same. Which made him happy. It was always good to see the same 'ol thing sometimes. Change can be good, but not in huge amounts. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, and decided to look around the halls.

He remembered most of the pictures that he had seen on the walls. It looked pretty much the same. All of it. Walking around the halls though he saw some people he didn't know. More than likely first years. There were always hordes of them coming into the school everyday. It kind of over whelmed him sometimes when he was here because there someone else he had to be friend. there were to many to do that in one day.

Still he smiled, and greeted them warmly. Even though he didn't want to. He didn't want to let it show how upset he was. He didn't want to let the depression take over his life. He wanted to live a normal life. Like he had before his mother died. Although that seemed like an impossible task it really wasn't he just needed some time. Some time to himself, and some time with some new people. That's what he really needed was time, and that's what he was going to give himself. He hoped other people would respect that.

OOC;;I hope it's alright I don't have a picture. Im not sure who im using yet, but if you need one I could find someone pretty quick.

Must be Rouerie