Sorting (Term Eight)

[violindollface]

First Name: Orian Jayla
Last Name: Vanhryn
Age: 13
Appearance: Long brown hair, to the waist, emerald green eyes, angled face, high cheekbones. Tall, and thin, with tan skin.
History: Orian Jayla Lily Vanhryn was born to Lily and Jay Vanhryn on January 16, 1995. She was two and a half monthes early. She danced before she could even walk. When she finally learned to read, she never stopped. Orian is a writer, and an academically focused person. She is a pureblood witch, along with the fact that both of her parents are the head of the ruling elvin family in France. She originally lived in Britain. She lived in London, but then moved to Paris, France. When she turned eleven, her parents began educating her in magic, but this year decided to send her to a true magic school.
Personality: Orian is very sweet, and amazing with little kids. When not with the little ones, she is a loner. Her head is constantly stuck in a book, which gets her in trouble. She is smart, and strives to learn new things. Orian loves learning, and loves all the classes. She is ladylike, especially when she plays her violin, for which she has great talent.
Sample RP:

Your whole application should NOT be bold. Also you need to change your display name to match the name given in the application. Also as the rules state you must provide a RP sample for this character. Fix that and I will read the rest of your application and sort you.

[godsend]

First Name: Daniel
Last Name: Noir
Age: 17

Appearance: i21.photobucket.com/albums/b294/Dante69666/Character%20Representations/
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History: Daniel was born on a cold day in December. December 22^nd to be exact to loving parents, Vince and Carmen, Vince being a wizard and Carmen being a Vampyr. Vince always knew there was something different about Carmen, but he never knew exactly what, even on the day his son was born and was icy cold to his touch, yet was clearly alive, right up until the day he died in a terrible accident when Daniel was 10 years old. His father worked for the Ministry and knew there was a great deal of danger revolving around his job, he just never thought it would get to him.

Daniel was brought up in the east end of London and this is very apparent through his accent, though it has worn off a great deal since he moved to France with his mother to be with the rest of her family. They moved a few days after his father’s death, his mother not wishing to stay in the house they had lived in because of the memories it provoked, making it harder for her to move on. It was difficult for him to fit in to Beauxbatons to begin with due to his accent, but luckily, it faded quickly, allowing him to fit in better. It wasn’t difficult for his mother to ‘move on’ once they were in France, however.

His mother’s less than perfect personality got him into a lot of trouble, people commenting on her frivolous nature, angering him and getting him into fights he couldn’t afford to be having. His father would have hated the idea of him being in trouble, yet he was doing it anyway because people were provoking him. It wasn’t on. He never said a word to his mother about the things people were saying, even though he knew they were true. He never had it out with her, letting her carry on the way she was. She had to move on somehow, didn’t she?

Personality: For a Vampyr, Daniel has quite a confident, bubbly and flirty personality. Alongside having a bubbly personality, Daniel can be quite cheeky and gets away with it with a flash of his trademark cheeky grin. He doesn't like it when he doesn't get what he wants and will have a major strop until that is changed. He can go from his normal bubbly self to a very moody Vampyr in less than a second if provoked. He loves to be the centre of attention and just generally loves being admired, striving to do so via his very individual dress sense and considering he is pretty egotistical. He is very laidback, quite optimistic and can get along with everyone when he wants to.

Sample RP: Daniel couldn’t believe and had only just come to realize that he’d pretty much wasted the last six years of his Hogwarts education, worrying about getting everything right, living up to his brother’s standard, and worrying about what people though about him, not bothering to make friends because he was afraid of being judged. Why had it taken him until his last summer to actually come out of his shell? It’s not like he’d done anything particularly different to his previous summers. Yeah, he’d spent time with people from school, his brother’s friends that he had magically made his own because Deacon was always too busy. That was different. It definitely made a change. Normally, it was him that spent the summer alone. It wasn’t like that had been a constant thing. It was whenever they felt like seeing Deacon and he wasn’t available. If it hadn’t been for that, Daniel probably would still be the withdrawn, head-in-all-the-books guy he had been for so long.

It was as if somewhere in the duration of the summer, something in his mind kind of went ‘You know what? Screw what people think. Show them all what Daniel Nicholas Crouch can really be like.’ He figured that was his father’s personality finally coming through in his persona. He sometimes thought it was the fact that Roze wouldn’t be returning to Hogwarts, being transferred to Beauxbatons because she ‘wanted a challenge’. This meant he had to be representing them both. It could really have been a large number of things that had made him suddenly change. Maybe it wasn’t sudden, maybe it was just him not realizing. He needed to stop thinking about it. He was different, what could he really do about it? He couldn’t stop him becoming different, how would he be able to revert back? Now, he was back at school and ready to show everyone what he was made of. Although, aimlessly wandering down a corridor wasn’t exactly doing that now, was it?

Up ahead of him, Daniel heard footsteps, followed by a door open and close. He scowled as he continued to move down the corridor. If he had been Deacon, with it being pretty dark on the corridor, he would have drawn his want, but Daniel never saw the point in that. If it was someone you knew, surely you’d look kind of crazy. He always played on the fact he had quicker reflexes than Deacon when it came to wand work. Deacon was more of a physical person because of the vampire side of him. He continued to walk, looking at the first door her came to. The sounds had been pretty close, so surely this was it. He put his head closer to the door. That was odd. He couldn’t hear anything from inside and he was pretty sure someone must be in there. It wasn’t as if the floors were quiet when someone walked on them. Even in the softest soled shoes you could hear someone coming from a few floors away. His head shoulder now resting against the door, he put the fingertips of his left hand on the door handle, ready to open it.

He looked up and down the corridor, as if he weren’t supposed to be there, before spinning the handle round with his fingertips, the door opening due to his weight being against the door. He kept it quite a controlled motion, not wanting to look a completely prat by just falling into the room. He took in his surroundings for a moment before noticing who was in the room. He had seen her before. Probably from Deacon’s usual crowd of friends, plus the common room and classes. This meant she was at least Slytherin. That was a plus. He didn’t know anyone from any other house and part of him wasn’t sure why he would need to anyway. “Um, I’m sorry, I’m not barging in or anything, am I?” he questioned, realizing that he pretty much had, with him having let his weight open the door. Left hand still on the door handle, he ran his free hand back through his hair, to not much of an effect as it simply fell back down in from of his face.

Must be Sournois

[theo]

First Name: Theodora
Last Name: Spinelli
Age: 15

Appearance: Standing at about 5'5, Theo is a normal height for her age. She's kind of slim, but not too much. Although her natural hair color is blonde, she likes to dye it black. It's long and wavy and usually hangs about her shoulders. She doesn't really have a particular dressing style.



History: Theodora Lynn Spinelli was born to Demetrio and Adriana Spinelli on 6, June, in Boreana Italy. This is where Theo lived for the first three years of her life. Her family then moved to France for various living reasons. Even as a child, Theo was the oddball of her family. She didn't get along with others children at school, but despite her Dyslexia, made above average marks. Her father would settle for nothing less. She always seemed to find trouble a lot though. Theo always knew she didn't belong in her world, which is why she was more than happy to learn that she was a witch and was to study magic with others that were just like her.

Personality: Theo is very mischievous. She just can't seem to stay away from trouble. Although she has no interest in hating Muggles, she's a bit fascinated by dark magic. She's always for the bad guy in the situation. Nothing about Theo. She's a walking contradiction who doesn't let anyone tell her how to live her life. She's sarcastic but considerate, quiet but loud, and scatter-brained but observant. She's very artistic and has an attention span of approximately .36918 seconds. If one had to choose an adjective to describe her it would have to be" misleading".

Sample RP: Theo hated mornings, she hated waking up before nine, but most of all she hated the sound of an alarm clock. That was exactly what had awoken her. At the sound of the obnoxious ringing she woke with a start and literally rolled out of bed. She hit the floor with a soft thud and groaned. Refusing to move she lay there and stared up at the dark ceiling.

What if I just... skipped classes today... After several minutes of thinking about what she could do with that kind of free time she finally stood up and headed for the shower. She would miss breakfast that morning, but it didn't matter to her. She never ate it anyway...

A few minutes later Theo sat on the chair in front of her mirror stand. She was pulling up her knee high socks and slipped on the casual, black Mary-Jane type shoes. She looked down at her feet and kicked off the shoes. She suddenly had a change of heart. She walked over to her bed across the room and began to look under it. After a couple of minutes she retreated from under the bed, pulling out a pair of thin, black leather boots. She pulled them on instead and zipped them up. They were a much better choice, seeing how Theo had been wearing Mary-Janes since she was about six. One would have to forgive her for waiting so late to grow out of them. She then looked down at the uniform white shirt she always had to wear. She never tucked it in or buttoned it up all the way. She just hated the way it looked on her. This time she unbuttoned one more button lower than she usually would. She pulled up her skirt, making it a lot more shorter. She then looked in the mirror. Still wet from her shower, her hair was rather curly. It was usually just a bit wavy when dry. Satisfied with the wet look, Theo grabbed her schoolbag and left the room...

Must be Sournois

[bijoulefey]

First Name: Bijou
Last Name: Le Fey
Age: 17
Appearance:



History: The Le fey house was not one considered to be full of love. Bijou grew up in an upper middle class home, around a preening mother who's main objective in life had been to better herself in the eyes of higher society, as she had been tricked into marrying beneath her by Bijou's father, who through all the faults his wife found in him was a kind man,but none the less her mother had set out to despise him and gain back all her previous company , not making it any secret from him. That had meant she had no time for a child even though it was her own, and Bijou had been primarily raised by her father and her aunt who lived with them. She came into her power at 11 and from the sound of it she wasn't the first in the family to have this happen. Surprisingly that was why her aunt lived with them, because in case this happened they had needed someone who knew what was going on.

Personality:
Bijou was brought up to stand tall and to excerpt as much power as possible, though this was not what suited her. She has a bright personality that is charming and sophisticated due to all the practice she was put through. She enjoys being expressive in her own way and though she has had little practice at making friends she is ready to throw herself right into it.

Her mother expected nothing good to come of her due to the fact that her father raised her so this places her in the daddy's girl complex, and though she doesn't do whatever he tells her to she does take what he says into consideration. Ready to taste her freedom she is eager to stay away from most authority figures, though that may be hard to do in the school.

Sample RP:
It was growing darker by the minute and though she had thought that her night vision was good Bijou was finding it increasingly harder to find her way back. Every so often her foot would catch on something and threaten to send her flat on her face but luckily her balance held and she was able to remain somewhat upright. Why had she been so stupid as to head this far away from the school, knowing that the light would fade soon.

It was darker now, the consistence of ink, and this made seeing all the more harder, and just as she was sure she was safe, a loud yell caught her off guard and sent her face first into the ground.
Dammit what had happened? Who could see her in this oppressive darkness? then her answer came as a teacher stepped front eh gloom, the end of their wand ignited, casting light over her crumpled frame. Oh so she had been caught out, great now she was really in for it. Someone must have snitched on her, and they would cop it for breaking her trust.

Bijou gathered herself up and looked up at the teacher form under her eye lashes, murmuring, "Sorry teacher, I was trying to get back as soon as possible". But the teacher just glared at her and grabbed her wrist dragging her back towards the school and the consequences.

Must be Rouerie

[hudson2]

[/b] Matthew
Last Name: Romstadt
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:
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History:
Matty may not seem like it, but he is actually bilingual. And it's not just because he's taking a language in school. Hell, he's not even doing that. But he is completely fluent in both French and English. He knows English because he lives in the United States. That's just common sense. But the French actually ties in with his family; his mother is a Frenchwoman.

To start off this tale, Matt's father Matt Sr., went on a business trip to Spain. And I know what you're thinking: "Wtf, Spain?". Oui, Spain. But it was only long enough to Matt Sr. To get together with his translator in order to talk about a new cell phone that his company had come out with. The board meeting lasting only two of the eight scheduled day that he was there. Of course, having not been very fluent in Spanish, the man decided that hey, he should go explore Europe. But really, he didn't get very far at all. He of course went to Paris, France first. But something about all the hustle and bustle of the famous city and the thought of eating seasonned, raw beef and some snails was just not something fun that he had in mind. So, instead, he headed out towards the sea, to the town of Martinique.

That was where he met an amazing woman. At the open-air market of all things. She was buying a baguette and he was just browzing around. Now, the French aren't very fond of people that come to their country and don't know the survival basics of their native language. So, of course, this young woman was not all that pleased to find that this American man had butchered her language so badly that she could hardly understand him, let alone stand to be around him. Though, in the next three days, Matt Sr. was about to speak to this woman on friendly terms. Or, as much as he could, anyways. Either way, dispite their slight language barrier, Paulette, as Matt Sr. learned her name to be, fell in love with that man. Yet, alas, it was time for Matt Sr. to go back ot America on the return-flight that had been started on his ticket. But believe me, that wasn't the end of their relationship.

Matt Sr. went back to France on July 11th in order to surprise Paulette for her birthday, which was July 13th. But Matt Sr. was wrong, sadly. He had accidentally confused 'Juin' for 'Juillet' and in the end, Paulette just laughed about it, showing that she no longer really cared about his lack of skillin the French language. Instead, she actually kind of went out of her way in order to teach him words and phrases that he could use, and he did the same fro her. On the 15th of July, a baby was conceived. Matt Sr. was not only overjoyed that he was going to have a baby, but also a bit disappointed that he wouldn't be able to be in France when the boy was born. And he definately didn't want Paulette to fly when she had a bun in the oven. So, Matt Sr. was forced to go back to America, but he kept in touch, sending emails back and forth with Paulette. Then suddenly, he recieved on after a short break of three days without an email, that Paulette had given birth to a beautiful baby boy on April 23. She named him Matthew, after his father, and then his middle name was Phillip, after Paulette's father.

Childhood: Little Matt was a late baby, but he was there and smiling more than ever when he was. The soonest that Matt Sr. could see his new baby boy was that following December when he went over to France for Christmas. The joy was just so much. Instadt, little Matt know that this man was his father, crawling into his lap. Well, the best that he could, that is, which mostly just consisted of the baby patting his father's leg, or making little grabby hands whenever Matt Sr. wasn't holding him and was near. And these little visits back to France stayed steady through birthday, Christmas and New Year's.

Whenever Matt's father wasn't visiting, Matt was actually just playing around with the children that belonged to the neighbors. Not only just children, but also animals as well. The little tot seemed to have this kind of ability to calm the animals around him. Even a mean old cat wouldn't lash out at him if he accidentally pulled their tail or something. Either way, Matt's mother was never allowed to get him a cat, because the apartment that they were living in didn't allow pets. Yet, Paulette would take him out to the park all the time in order for him to play with the animals of the people out there. If Matt wasn't playing around with animals, he was in the kitchen with his mother, sitting on the counter and watching her cook. He would help her out as well, handing her different peices of silverware that she would need, or ingredients that he had learned early on. On his fourth birthday, he had been able to make himself a simple little strawberry pastry. Of course, it wasn't as good as when his mother made it, but both of his parents were still proud of him, and he was happy about that.

Around August of that same year, Paulette decided that she was going to move over to America and become a full citizen. Really, she was kind of tired of this back and forth that Matt Sr. was doing. So, she packed up her own stuff along with packing Matt's three times [because he liked his home and didn't want to leave], they were all set. Though, the closer that the plane got to the United States, the more Matt started to realize that he would be able to see his father all the time now. That was the best thought that he could think. And so, for most of the ride, Matt struggled through reading 'Le Petit Prince', considering his mother had already taught him the basics of how to read, yet, he still needed help on most of the words; his vocab was only that of a four-year-old. What do you expect?

And so, the moment that Paulette and little Matt stepped off the plane, Matt Sr. was there, and he got on one knee to propose. Of course, she accepted. They had a nice, small wedding. Just family and close friends, yet, nothing all that fancy. They even had a Croquembouche as the wedding cake, just for Paulette. Little Matt was the ring-bearer. Yet, he didn't just walk down the aisle; he actually kind of ran with this huge smile on his face. And then he realized that he was supposed to walk, and then tried to go back and do it again. And he did. Though, everyone thought it was cute.

Matt actually started started school when everyone else did. The only difference was that he was just slightly behind because he couldn't really understand English. Though, both of his parents believed that the best way to learn a language was to be around other people that spoke it. Not just his own father. So, despite the whole fact that all he could speak was French, the little boy went on to Kindergarden. But, just like his parents predicted, he was able to learn English quite well by the end of that year and was even able to be promoted to the first grade. And this was just slightly easier; since he already knew the basics of learning, Matt was able to just concentrate on learning more of the language that would be eccential for this country. He was no longer in France anymore, and really, he only needed French for his mother. It was just completely normal for him to just go to school and speak one language by the time the had was in third grade, and then just go home and speak another one.

Middle/Junior high School Years: Matt hit the seventh grade so fast. He got decent grades in school at that point because well, he wasn't really one of those brainy types. He was actually slightly lazy. He didn't want to do the work, but he was always thinking about his future. His behavior was always good; he barely got into any fights, and even if that happened, he wasn't the one that had started them in the first place. He had only one detention on his record and nothing worse than that. Yet, that has absolutely nothing to do with what I'm about to explain. Instead, the seventh grade is when Matt actually started to form his own individual personality. For the years before, he had just been like a doppleganger, taking on the personalities of the people around him.

If I were to be stereotypical, I would say that Matt mysteriously found that he was oddly attracted to the boys in the PE locker room. But really, I hate that cliche, even though I do love bisexual and gay people. Though, Matt stayed how he was, interested in girls. Instead of just going for the 'easy' girls like any horny teenage boy would do, Matt actually chased after all the ones that seemed uninterested in a relationship at all. Sure, he failed. He failed miserably for the longest time. But then again, he's stubborn and just keeps on with wanting to get a girl because she has no interest in him. It's almost like a challenge for him and he likes it that way, really. Eventually, he finally got his first girlfriend in the eighth grade, yet, they broke up later because come to find out, she had been cheating on him from the start. Though, Matt was also just getting kind of bored with her anyways.

So, Matt just remained his straight self, gained friends and all that. He never wanted to try being in a band or anything like that. Sure, he liked to sing, but it was mostly just directed at his showerhead, more than anything. If he really liked the song that was playing on his CD player at the time, then he would sing along to it, but then he would be just slightly embarrassed about the fact that people could hear him. He's not confident at all about his voice. As a matter of fact, while we're on the subject of his voice, eighth grade was round-about the time when his accent completely deminished. Of course, he still had it when he was speaking the language that his mother did, but whenever he was talking to his American friends, then he would take on their accents, if they had one.

High school Years: So many things happened to Matt in his Freshman year. Or rather, it was probably harder on his mother. Matt was kind of jittery about going to a whole different school. Sure, he would know the people that were in his own grade, but other than that, he didn't know what high school was going to be like. Of course, he had it in his head that even though he had been on the top of the chain, having been in eighth grade, he was now the rock bottom now that he had moved over to high school. He found that most of his friends were no longer the same. It seemed that they had gotten all cocky-like and ended up just changing too drastically for Matt's liking. Though, Matt was able to make his own friends, mostly consisting of the people in the cooking classes, since not only was he one of the only males in that class that admitted to putting it on his schedule, but also the fact that he felt like cooking was the only thing that he was really good at.

And so, the school year started off great. But by the time Christmas rolled around, everything kind of went downhill. In more way than one. Matt's father had taken him and his mother to a ski resort. Though, Matt found that he wasn't much for skiing, but instead, he was able to get his hands on a sled. So, while his father and mother were off having their fun, Matt was just lounging around in the cabin for a little bit before he actually got around to trying out the sled that he had bought for himself. The first time the he was going down the mountain, he was slightly nervous. He had never done this before, so he didn't know what to do. Though, the second time, he was paying more attention and learning how to better keep control of the sled. Yet, the third time, it seemed that he didn't learn how to keep control all that well. Or maybe it could have been a faulty sled. Either way, the fact is that Matt ended up hitting the root of a tree, knocking him off-balance.

He tumbled in the snow for a few seconds, but ended up hitting a rather large rock and sending him into yet another tree. His back collided with the trunk, not only knocking the wind out of him, but also bad enough that he couldn't move. All he could do was lay there until someone found him about thirty minutes later. They called the cabin and they were able to get him up to the cabin and into an ambulance before there was anymore damage done.

For the next month, Matt was stuck in the hospital. He had to go through back surgery twice; the first time to figure out what was wrong and fix it, then a second time to place rods in his back because his spine didn't want to stay straight by itself. Matt felt miserable just sitting in a hospital bed with nothing to do. Of course, he had a friend of his bring in all of his assignments and all of that for him to work on, but she also brought him books to read and movies to watch. Though, they weren't regular movies and books. And no, they weren't porn either. Instead, they were manga novels and anime shows. To tell the truth, for a while, Matt never touched the books. But he eventually picked one up and started to read it, finding that he loved it. The first series that he started to read was a series titled "Angel Sanctuary" by Kaori Yuki. It moved a bit fast during the first few books, but once he got into the flow of the book, he was able to easily understand what was going on.

And so, that was how he spent his hospital stay. By February, he was able to go home and then back to school as well. Though, he came home to find that his father was ill. The doctors couldn't figure out what it was, because all the symptoms pointed to just the flu or something, but eventually, Matt's father died.

Just like the wedding, the funeral was kept small, just how his father would want things. Matt didn't cry. He couldn't bring himself to; he felt like he needed to be strong for his mother, since it seemed like she was crying for the both of them as he translated for her everything that the pastor said. Matt then made it kind of like a routine thing to go out to his father's grave every month and just talk to him. Matt would talk about how his mother was doing and how school was and basically just how life had changed since he had passed away.

Sophomore year was harder for Matt; he couldn't do as many things as he could before because of the rods in his back. He'd never really be able to try out for a dance team, and he couldn't do sports, even if he wanted to do them in the first place. Things like that. Hell, now it was harder for him to have sex as well. Either way, he was limitted with the things that he could do. He even had to actually start using his locker, instead of keeping his books in his backpack. Even if he got one of those side-bookbags, it would still make the weight being put on his body un-proportional. Yet, he was fine with what had happened. He was still able to cook and make the pastries that he loved so much. Matt's mother, ever since his father's dead, her energy had seemed to go down so much. So, Matt kind of took over the cooking at the house as well.

And so, after that summer of finding out that he could still swim well enough to not drown or hurt himself, Matt ended up recieving a letter in the mail, which, of course, he soon found out about his mother's heritage. Which really explained a lot of things, to the young man. But either way, he was happy to go.

Personality:
Matt is simple, yet, slightly complex. If anyone has ever taken a computer programming class, you would know what I mean. Basically, when you're dealing with Javascript, the junk that makes up the program can be completely confusing and would give you a headache, but the logic behind it is super-easy to think about. I hate to say it, but Matt's pretty much like a human computer; there are different scenarios in which he acts differently, so it's almost hard to explain him.

First of all, there's a difference in how he acts around females, contrasted to members of his own gender.

When he first meets a young man, he's actually quite shy, especially if they're around his age, or a few years older. Which, of course, is odd. You would think that he would be shy when it comes to girls, but that's just one of the many odd things about Matt. Usually, Matt isn't one to just walk up to guys and talk to them, mainly because he's not very confident of himself, constantly thinking that no one would like to hang out with him, despite any friends that he might have that would always call him up to ask if he would like to spend some time together. So, usually it's the other person that talks to him.

With girls, on the other hand, Matt has no problem walking up to them and instantly engaging in a conversation over almost nothing. Without even realizing it sometimes, the young man might appear to be flirting shamelessly. Sometimes, even creepy. But Matt doesn't purposefully appear that way. He's just slightly outgoing when it comes to talking to young women, because really, he finds it easier for some reason. And no, he's not just trying to get into their pants either. Actually, Matt could care less about sex at the moment. It feels good, he likes it, but it just doesn't control his life like it might with other peoples'. Plus, he has so many things that he wants to do that he really doesn't have that much time. Though, with either gender, you can most likely find Matt smiling during the conversation.

Actually, there's never a time when the young man isn't smiling at all. He's a cheerful guy. One of those people that you can always go to whenever you're having a bad day and he can more than likely make you forget about why you were down in the dumps to begin with.

Though, once you get to actually know Matt and get to talking to him, he opens up really easily. No matter who it is. Sometimes, it might take a little while, but other times, you could say hello to him in the halls and he would just start talking about personal stuff that not many people would tell random strangers. To tell the truth, he's sometimes way too trusting with people, sometimes getting him into a bit of unwanted trouble, be it with just a friend, or in one scenario, the law. He's just gullible, is all. And that really kind of ties into the fact that the young man still acts slightly like a child. Or ADD. Either one.

Sample RP:

Matt hadn't sent a letter to his family in a while. Then again, it wasn't like they had really kept in touch with him either. It seemed that the Romstadt family had slowly been growing further and further apart each day, and to Matt, that was kind of sad, considering that family was one of the things that he treasured most. Perhaps the lack of letters was actually the young man's fault.

Que the flashback.
But not really.
Because that's boring.

Though, the day that he had gone to the station to board that red steam engine to begin his journey to his first year at Hogwarts, Matt had ended up having a small spat with his mother about the stupidest things; his hair, his piercings, the fact that when he tied a tie, there was always one side that wasn't particularly even with the other. Things like that. And really, Matt was tired of hearing about it. He was an independant young man and he wanted to have his hair how he wanted it, and he wanted to put holes in his body on his own accord, and he wanted to tie his tie however he wanted. It really didn't matter to him. And that day, he had made himself particularly clear about it. Perhaps that was his mistake.

Yet, now, after almost a week or so [he had lost count of the days], Matt was now making his way up to the owlery, a carefully sealed letter held tightly in his hand, like there was going to be some phantom wind that would just come and blow it away, effortlessly, so that it was lost and he would never find it again. Because that would have been a complete disaster. Golly gee.

Licking his lips to try and keep them moisterized, for it was winter and Matt always had a problem with keeping his lips from getting chapped, the young man made his way up the stairs, yet, the slight bounce from his step was gone. Perhaps it was the content of the letter that was holding him down on the earth, instead of letting him flow around on the cloud of wonder and childish curiosity that Mr. Romstadt was constantly found on. Either way, Matt stopped on the seventh stair to look down at the envelope that showed nothing but his surname and street address. But with a small sigh, the young man then continued on his trek.

On the tenth step, he stopped to clear his throat.
The eighteenth; to tie his shoe.
The twenty-ninth; to rub his nose.
The thirtyeth; procrastination set in.

Staring at the wooden door that stood between him and the school owls, Matt was actually having second thoughts about sending the letter. He was wondering several things, some of them being quite simple, and even a bit foolish. Like, maybe he should rewrite it, because his mother might not be able to read his handwriting, even though it was completely legible. Or perhaps there were misspelled words present. Or he forgot to sign his name.

He untied his other shoe and re-tied it, just because it felt funny.

Finally, sucking up what tiny bit of pride that he had at that moment, Matt let out a small sigh, pulled up his pants approximately two and a half inches from where they slid down a bit when he was tying his shoe, because he hated the feeling of his pants sliding down his backside, and put his hand on the cold, metal knob on the door. He hesitated a second before the young man allowed his hand to twist, taking the metal with it, bringing the door to an open position. And so, he hopped up the last three steps, only to see another figure in the room besides him, and then turn around to go back down six more stairs or so. Yet, pausing the young man pushed himself back up the stairs, telling himself to be social for a change. After all, he wasn't going to make any friends at all if he just avoided everyone that he came across.

Yet, he didn't want to disturb her.

Licking his lips once again, the young man cleared his throat gently while he stepped into the room, flipping the letter around in his hands. Matt was amazed that the ink on the envelope wasn't rubbed off already, or even smeared for that matter, with how many times he had touched the letter, and played with it in his hands. But alas, there were no traces of ink on his fingers, and so, looking around the room for an owl that he wanted to use, the Hufflepuff smiled gently, making his way over to a speckled owl, reaching his hand out to pet its head, though, pulling it back, for the creature snapped at him. Luckily, Matt wasn't hurt. "I guess not," Matt muttered to himself before looking around for another owl.

Finally, after almost getting bitten by two more owls, Matt was about to give up, thinking that he just wasn't an owl person, and thank goodness he had brought a kitten with him instead, the young man finally found an owl that would accept his letter. Smiling to the animal, and petting it gently on the head, Matt promised her [he guessed it was a her] that he would bring a treat the next time that he came up. And so, watching as the owl took off, the young man's eyes then landed on the other figure in the room. His first instinct was to say something. But then again, Matt had never been a conversation-starter.

Yet, still, the room was too quiet. Which was odd, considering that the owls messengers would never be completely silent. But no matter. Matt still swam through his mind, trying to think of something witty to say. Though, the only thing that came out was this mumbled, rushed form of "Hi, how're you?" Which, of course, turned about more like "Eye-wo-uhroo?" And knowing that the young woman would most likely not know Matt's 'language', he then cleared his throat once more and said it once again, but this time, slower, with the proper enunciation, keeping his grey eyes on the strange girl that shared the room with him, hoping that she wouldn't turn out to be like a stereotypical Slytherin at all.

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He just seems too perfect. Add some flaws to his personality. Other than that great application!

[Selena Marie' Renolds]

First Name: Abbagail "Abbie"
Last Name: McLove
Age: 15

Appearance:

Or see my sig.



History:
Abbie was raised into a pureblooded familey, she was raised to know that no one was good enough if they didnt have pure "lines" streaming threw there vains. Abbie knew they were wrong, the half-bloods that she had spoken to many times were nothing as they had said. They were just as intelligent, or even more so as she or her familey were. Abbie was born on a brittle December morning. Yes, indeed she was born on Christmas day...her familey was all in joy to know that another familey memeber was to bring them more "lines" and carry on the familey name. To there dissapointment Abbie was to headstrong, she was willing to give anyone a chance. It didnt matter to her if your familey was muggle-born, or anything else.

Abbie's mother had found out about her hanging with blood trators, and decided that there was no choice but to dis-own her from the familey name. The long lines leading up to the neatly written name that belonged to Abbie was erased. She was thrown out onto the streets to fend for herself, at the yound age of 12. Abbie had met many people, along those long years. Another wizarding familey had taken her in, with great joy to have a daughter they thought it best to send her to one of the finest schools.

"Beauxbatons"

Personality:
Abbie is very Headstrong, and usally dosnt always follow the crowd...she believes in being her own person and is not that intrested in what everyone else thinks. She is very care-free, and dosnt always think before she acts. Abbie is deffently a very loyal person, and wont ever leave anyone behind if in danger. No one is to big to stand in her way, even if she only stands 5'3". She loves to make people lagh, and is deffently a very careing person and will listen to what you have to say. Abbie is very witty and catches on to stuff that others might not understand.

She is very intelligent and usally figures stuff out on her own, no traning wheels on her brain now is there? Abbie is always haning out with friends, basically she is a total "people" person.

Sample RP:

The sound that could shatter a night such as this, into millions of pieces shot threw the air like a dagger hiting a heart. The wind seemed to answer back with a roaring of cooling anger, this chilling feeling seemed to grab the dark haired girl by her spine. Her eyes turned a glossy brown, tears strolled down her cheeck like two people walking down a sidewalk from the impact of what she had done. Abbie couldnt believe what had happened infront of her, the wand in her hand lay on the ground. She didnt mean to...but she did...oh how would she ever be able to get out of this one. The proffesor spun on his heels, his eyes dark and cold as the world around them. "Do you have any idea how to cast this spell...Ms. Ms...McLove," asked the Proffesor wonderingly. "You see, I brought you and your classmates outside, because I knew somebody might blow up my class...and obviously that person is YOU," said the Proffesor once more now in her face.

Abbies chizzled experssion sank deep, "I'm...sorry I just need more practice, thats all really," said Abbie feeling the core of her stomach heating up with anger. She hated for anyone to test her like Proffesor Rims was doing now. Abbie knew the spell, it was simple she had thought. The spell was supposed to be able to hurdle the log infront of her, and make it go to another destination. "Well I'm afraid that you just will have to take the time, and try to actually read the material on this spell alittle more carefully, dont you think," said Professor Rims with a sligh smile dripping from his mouth. Abbie bent down and clenched her wand in her hand, she gave it a strong flick aiming it at the log.

With another loud CRACK the log went flying threw the air, with happiness over spilling her thoughts she wasnt really paying attention to were she was asking the log to go. All of a sudden the worst thing possible happened, "You, you..." whined Proffesor Rims, rubbing his head. "I'm so sorry, well atleast I manged to do the spell," said Abbie her smile was now looking quite guilty...."Sorry," she said as she herd the rest of the class laghing hard.

There are a lot of misspelled words, please use the spell check button. Also you need to add some flaws to her personality, she is coming off as perfect, which no one is.

[kimmyzizik]

First Name: Kimberly(prefers Kimmy)
Last Name: Zizik
Age: 16
Appearance: Kimmy has fair hair, due to her race, as well as fair skin. She has naturally dark brown eyes, though she often plays around and changes their colour. She stands at a petite height, 5'2", and weighs approximately around the 100 lbs mark.

History:
Kimmy's paternal family tree begins with her great-grandmother, who was Veela, and mated with a human man. She eventually went off mating with other men, which devastated Kimmy's great-grandfather, though he still took in the children. Kimmy's grandmother followed, and after many years, so did Kimmy's mother. Finally, Kimmy was brought into the world. As a child, she was much interested in the art of dance, though she never really took the prospect of it into consideration. She grew up, quite spoiled by her parents, and always enjoyed the attention. As long as Kimmy was in the limelight, then she would be pleased. Though her family loved to treat her to unnecessary expensive gifts, she had never ventured out of France, and always thought about the adventures that could have been implored outside of the country.

Personality:
Kimmy has a tendency to be very loud and outspoken. Though it usually leads her to land onto people's bad sides, she doesn't seem to care very much. She's very flirtatious, and is never subtle about it. She also is very competitive, and strives to get her way as much as possible. Using her looks to get what she wants is a bad habit of hers, though she enjoys the benefits. Overall, she can seem quite manipulative, but she does have her friendly traits. She is loyal to her close friends, and enjoys making new friends very much. The more friends Kimmy has, the better she feels, and her feelings greatly affect her actions. She definitely enjoys parties, and loves to have fun. Kimmy is quite proud of her heritage, and is absolutely giddy with delight if she receives attention.

Sample RP:
A loud thump was sounded from the area of flooring around Kimmy's bed. Kimmy, looking up from her uncompleted Potions homework, noticed one of her schoolbooks had fallen off the edge of her four-poster. She sighed, annoyed, and scampered off of the linen to pick it up. As she did so, an old piece of parchment also slipped out and landed beside the book. Kimmy looked at it, a puzzled expression on her face, and picked it up. Opening it from its folded state, she noticed the neat, slanted handwriting of her mother. As her eyes scanned the parchment, she noticed the date in the upper right-hand corner. Her eyes widened when she saw it was addressed to her almost a week ago. She quickly read the script, wondering how in the world she couldn't have noticed it before.

The post detailed that her grandfather was very ill(no specific sickness was specified), and Kimmy's parents wanted to pick her up two weeks from the date the letter was written(a week and two days from the current date) and bring her with them to see Grand-papa. The letter finally finished as she laid eyes on the "yours truly, love" at the bottom.

Kimmy re-read the letter several times over again, making sure she wasn't reading the handwriting wrong. Her grandfather couldn't be sick. He was so much more lively than any other elderly citizen, and he was just such a happy fellow! There was no way he could've gotten terribly ill. Kimmy's eyes drifted from the parchment to her schoolbook, which still lay on the ground below her. She stared at it, her mind thinking about something completely different, and she chewed on her lower lip. She always hated hospitals, most of the occupants there looked so much more distorted than the wizards and witches of Beauxbatons. Then again, she couldn't just not go see Grand-papa. He was her only living grandparent, and a very generous one at that. Always a smile on his face...Kimmy shook her head. A minute ago, she was staring at her Potions text, upset about the homework load she had received. Now, it seemed like nothing to her, not important in the least. She sighed, her gaze finally broken from the book on the floor. She had a week to decide what to do, and if she did decide not to, she would send her parents an owl immediately. Kimmy returned to her homework that lay sprawled all over her bedding, though her thoughts did not stray the least bit to anything besides the letter.

Must be Sournois

[aimeridge]

First Name: Aime
Last Name: Ridge
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Aime was born in America to two wizards parents, her mom, Aubrey, is French and her father, James, is American. She has an older brother named Shane and the two are thick as can be. Aime led a pretty normal life with the exception of being a witch and a seer, the seer blood comes from her mother side as her mother is one also. Aubrey wanted Aime and Shane to attend her wizard school and James unable to say no, agreed and they moved back to France.
Personality: Aime is a free spirit. She loves to have fun and doesn't let anything get in her way, whether that be rules or not. She's very creative and often goes off to her own dreamland in which she tunes everyone and everything out. Aime is also a born leader, she often get her friends to do things they don't want to do and they almost always get caught. The best word to describe Aime would have to be Carefree, but don't let her party personality fool view, she is very intelligent and clever and often manipulates to get what she wants.
Sample RP:
Shane ran through the darkened corridor with his wand pointed high, the tip was lit as a result of the lumos spell and it was the only source of light he had. His breath quickened as a small thought of fear ran over him, he waltz right into a trap of that he was sure. The dark wizards had threatened his father and he ran to the rescue without a second thought but there was no one there. “Merde” He spoke out loud as he reached another dead end. “I’m in a maze” He sighed and stood in place to run his temples and tried to clear his mind.

“Not Exactly” The voice came from behind him and Shane instantly turned around. A woman was standing a couple of feet from him with her wand lighting her face. He didn’t recognize her but by the smug look on her face he knew she was part of the society that managed to trap him. “Expelliarmus” Shane spoke loudly aiming his wand right after he observed her face, the wand flew out of her hand and into Shane’s instantly.

“You’re quick” She spoke with laughter in her voice and flipped her dark hair back, “But stupid” The lady brought her hand forward and locked eyes with him. “Avada Kedavra” She yelled loudly and jets of green light flew out of her hand hitting Shane square in the chest. He hit the wall backward harshly and slid to the ground, eyes glazed over as an after effect of the killing curse.

Aime fell to the ground on her knees as her body trembled gently, tears started running down her face as she realized that she’s just seen the death of her older brother. She wrapped her arms around her as panic started to take over her, she had just been thinking about him when the vision came to her and it frightened her. Her premonitions weren’t set in stone, she was aware of that. If her brother happened to change his mind than the whole vision goes of course but it didn’t take away the fear she felt. “I’ve gotta warn someone” Aime spoke out-loud and managed to get to her feet and ran out of the common room.

Must be Rouerie

[carriedarke]

First Name: Carrieanne
Last Name: Darke
Age: 17
Appearance:


History:
There wasn't a whole lot to the life of Carrieanne Darke, the middle child of three children. The oldest Miles Darke was a year older than Carrieanne, then it was her and then her younger sister Hannah. Her parents Alaina and Theodric Darke spent more time worrying about Miles and Hannah and how they were growing up more so than they were Carrieanne. They knew that she could handle herself in pretty much any situation, but was for the most part a quiet and well reserved young girl. Carrieanne, as a little girl, was very active though still quiet. She had a fairly simple life, she earned what she wanted and did what she was told without testing her parents patience.

At the age of 15, Carrieanne started getting sick of the fact that her parents paid more attention to her brother and sister, that she started becoming rebellious and only did things to seek her parents attention, for lack of better words getting into trouble. She did things she knew not to do, however, she wanted for once to be the center of attention even if it was a negative way. Her parents didn't know what had gotten into her until one night she and her parents got into an arguement and finally they started listening to how she felt. Now that things seem normal again with the exception of a few changes, her parents pay her just as much attention as they do her siblings. Carrieanne switched schools and will now be attending a new school, let's see how well this pans out for her or will she return to her rebellious ways again.

Personality:
Carrieanne is a quiet and reserved person, she enjoys the simple things that life has to offer. When pushed too far she will speak her mind without thinking sometimes and it may tend to hurt others. She's got a good head on her shoulders and is intelligent, she makes for a great listener and likes to give her opinion on things. Boys are the last thing on her mind and would almost rather be friends with them, then date them. She wouldn't even know the first thing to do about relationships, so she tends to keep it as friends. She's a friendly person, loves to laugh and make others laugh as well. She's good natured and hopes to make good friends.

Sample RP:

Carrieanne wandered about the corridors just thinking about life after Beauxbatons. Like what she's going to do? Where she'll be in five years? These were just general things she thought about. As she walked down the corridor, she noticed another corridor leading somewhere else. It made her curious and well, being the adventurous kind, she wanted to go check it out. In doing so, she placed her hands in the pockets of her jeans and continued to walk.

As she walked through the empty corridor, she heard footsteps coming from the opposite end of the corridor and slightly froze. This was the first time she's ever ventured down this way and didn't know who or what would be lurking down there. Perhaps it was a Professor or one of the House Ghosts who like to mess with peoples minds. Carrieanne didn't know, but she decided that she would continue walking. There was no point in being worried.

Stopping about midway in the corridor and leaned against the wall. Putting her face in her hands, she rubbed her cheeks and sighed folding her arms against her chest. Carrieanne leaned her head back and just closed her eyes, letting the darkness consume her form into the wall. Standing there as she tried to clear her mind of frazzled thoughts that seemed to be endless. Hearing another noise sound off through the hall, she opened her eyes awaiting for whomever or whatever was to come.

Must be Cossu

[joelboni]

First Name: Joël

Last Name: Boniface

Age: 14

Appearance: Joël Boniface is a rather small boy for his age, probably around 5'1". He has tanned skin, due to the fact he has a french mother. He has reflective green eyes and fairly short hair that is very odd indeed, it is usually brown but in the summer is becomes highlighted with blonde streaks.

History: Joël Boniface has led a rather simple life since day one. With no idea he was related in anyway to a magical being he led a life like a muggle. Joël Boniface was muggle-born, his french mother a muggle and his father which he never met being a wizard. He never met his father, he often asked his mother about him but she was silent about the matter. Eventually, when Joël was 12 years of age, his mother thought he was able to keep a secret. She told him that his father was a wizard.

Personality: Joël Boniface was always a very shy boy, his mother tried to encourage him to socialize more but Joël was very reluctant to try new things. The only new things he enjoys trying is food! Joël may be shy to people but given a task, he will try his best to complete it. However, he is rather sloppy at school work, he gets it completed, but if the teacher asks for a 500 word essay, he will only give a 500 word essay. Nothing more, nothing less.

Sample RP: Joël Boniface stumbled into the Beauxbatons Entrance Hall with his satchel, stuffed with books, on his back. He gazed at the glorious chandelier hung on the ceiling, then was entranced by the sheer size of the spiraling staircase that seemed to go on forever. Joël was very nervous, he felt so insignificant, so small compare the gigantic building he was standing in and the hundreds of people milling around him. Joël weaved in and out the crowd clumsily, bumping into people quite often muttering apologies as he went, eventually he arrived at the large oak doors of the Dining Chamber.
"Perhaps I should go in..." Joël said to himself.
Right at that moment a stream of students, much taller barged past him and into the Dining Chamber as if they owned the placed, knocking Joël over. Joël's books burst out of his bag and spewed over the floor like water. He scrambled up and picked his books and returned them to his bag hastily, just after he had composed himself he managed to glimpse inside the Dining Chamber. He stood there in awe. He had never seen such large, elegantly laid tables, nor had he seen floating candles, shimmering like stars in the sky.

I think all your sections are a bit then. So add some more and then we can sort you.
Sorry? What do you mean?
Do you want me to expand on them?
lol yes, thats what I meant by add more.

[cal]

First Name: Isaac
Last Name: De l'Etoile
Age: 11
Appearance: Isaac is a well-built boy with a light shade of brown in his hair and deep brown eyes. He occasionally gels his hair, but most of the time wears it in its natural style. His skin is neither tanned nor pale, but instead is an ordinary shade. Isaac usually wears a T-shirt, jeans and trainers.




History: Isaac was born and raised in England until he was five. At this young age, Isaac's parents were lost in a terrible accident involving a Venemous Tentacula and a pair of garden shears. Since then, he has lived with his Aunt and Uncle in Calais. Sometimes he used to go out to the harbour and look out at the ocean, thinking, imagining his parents watching over him.
When Isaac first went to Beauxbatons, he made a couple of friends, but also a few enemies. he did generally well in most of his subjects, except for the fact that he was hopeless at Potions!
Personality: Isaac has a rather mixed personality. When he is in a good mood, he is a bright, friendly lad with a wide imagination. While in this state, he is easily approachable and co-operates well. However, When he gets angry, things turn nasty. He can throw a real tantrum and can shout pretty loudly. he also becomes rather narrow-minded, focusing all his thoughts on the subject of his distress.
Sample RP:
Isaac strolled at ease down the corridor, taking in the pleasant smell of fresh air wafting in through the arched windows at his side. His feet echoed loudly on the floors; he was obviously alone. He passed another window and a ray of light shone over his face, illuminating his features, from his light hair to his brown eyes down to his pointed chin.
He let out a single laugh of joy and picked up his speed until he was running happily down the corridor. He skidded to a halt next to the doors and walked out into the grounds. Laughing again, he almost danced across the place. Why was he happy? He did not know. Probably that it was just such a beautiful day...

You need to add more to your history and maybe a bit more to the personality, but the RP not only needs more but to be worked on.

[nikkiriddle]

First Name:Nikki
Last Name:Riddle
Age:16
Appearance: i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii15/DarkWings513/me3.jpg
History:When Nikki was two she was adopted by the Bella's. She lived in England and attended Hogwarts. Nikki was very close to Aunt Lily who lived in France. She wanted Nikki to come to school over there and her Aunt begged Nikki and Nikki never knew why.Nikki finally turned 16 and that night she learned the truth. The reason why her Aunt wanted her to come to France to live with her. Lord Voldemort was Nikki's father. Nikki could not bear the truth and was afraid that she could get hurt or killed if anyone found out. That night she wrote a note saying to her mom, dad, and sister that she went to France to live with her Aunt Lily. It was for the best and Nikki knew it.
Personality:Nikki can sometimes be stuborn and not want to do many things. When you meet her she may seem lazy, but she really isn't.Nikki loves cook and cooks for her Aunt a lot. Nikki is very kind and would defend her friend in a blink of an eye. Nikki would also help a friend with there homework or anything if they needed it. Nikki is also a hard worker hen it comes to her school work. She will make sure it gets done and make sure it is done right.
Sample RP:It was around 12 am and everyone had went off to bed two hours ago. Nikki and her family finished celebrating he 16th birthday. Nikki was wide awake. Nikki decided to go down to the basement where all the files were kept. Nikki saw a cabinet that was labeled Nikki. Nikki opened it and Nikki picked up a file that had my name on it. "No way" Nikki said in shock as Nikki read the title out loud "Britain's Orphanage For Abbonded Wizards and Witches." I opened the folder and it all became clear to me. "I-I can't believe this" Nikki said as shei cried. "My father. He is the man I despise. The man who I wish was dead. The man who tortured many lives. My father is Lord Voldemort." Nikki closed the folder. She knew she had to leave. She knew she couldn't bear to look at the family that lied to her and told her that they were her parents.Nikki went up to her room and packed her bag and grabbed some money.She passed her sister's room and looked at her sleep. "I love you Kaitlyn, but if people find out who my real father is then you might be tortured the rest of your years at Hogwarts. Maybe one day you will come to France and we will be together again. I love you" Nikki went into the kitchen and grabbed a piece of parchment and some ink and wrote a note. "Dear Mum and Dad,
I am sorry, but I cannot live with you any longer. I have found out the truth and I feel like I cannot vear to ive with liars. I am vey soory. I am not only doing this for my sake, but for Kaitlyn's as well. I am going to live with Aunt Lily in France. Please do not come to get me. I would rather live in France anyway. I can get a fresh start and met a lot of great people. Maybe one day I will return and you will see me again.
Love,
Nikki Riddle
Nikki left the note on the table and she quietly opened the door and left to go to the airport. She took the next flight to France. When Nikki got to France she went to her Aunt's home. She took a deep breath and knocked ojn the door. The door opened and there her Aunt Lilly stood. "So you finally found out" she said. Nikki nodded and cried. Aunt Lily hugged Nikki and brought her inside for some tea. "I am glad you have come. You will start school here as soon as posible. Nikki nodded and smiled. She knew her life would be changed forever.

Please do not bold the entire application. Please reread the rules.

[hudson2]

hudson2 said:

[/b] Matthew
Last Name: Romstadt
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:
Click me.

Personality:
Matt is simple, yet, slightly complex. If anyone has ever taken a computer programming class, you would know what I mean. Basically, when you're dealing with Javascript, the junk that makes up the program can be completely confusing and would give you a headache, but the logic behind it is super-easy to think about. I hate to say it, but Matt's pretty much like a human computer; there are different scenarios in which he acts differently, so it's almost hard to explain him.

First of all, there's a difference in how he acts around females, contrasted to members of his own gender.

When he first meets a young man, he's actually quite shy, especially if they're around his age, or a few years older. Which, of course, is odd. You would think that he would be shy when it comes to girls, but that's just one of the many odd things about Matt. Usually, Matt isn't one to just walk up to guys and talk to them, mainly because he's not very confident of himself, constantly thinking that no one would like to hang out with him, despite any friends that he might have that would always call him up to ask if he would like to spend some time together. So, usually it's the other person that talks to him.

With girls, on the other hand, Matt has no problem walking up to them and instantly engaging in a conversation over almost nothing. Without even realizing it sometimes, the young man might appear to be flirting shamelessly. Sometimes, even creepy. But Matt doesn't purposefully appear that way. He's just slightly outgoing when it comes to talking to young women, because really, he finds it easier for some reason. And no, he's not just trying to get into their pants either. Actually, Matt could care less about sex at the moment. Plus, he has so many things that he wants to do that he really doesn't have that much time. Though, with either gender, you can most likely find Matt smiling during the conversation.

Actually, there's never a time when the young man isn't smiling at all. He's a cheerful guy. One of those people that you can always go to whenever you're having a bad day and he can more than likely make you forget about why you were down in the dumps to begin with.

Though, once you get to actually know Matt and get to talking to him, he opens up really easily. No matter who it is. Sometimes, it might take a little while, but other times, you could say hello to him in the halls and he would just start talking about personal stuff that not many people would tell random strangers. To tell the truth, he's sometimes way too trusting with people, sometimes getting him into a bit of unwanted trouble, be it with just a friend, or in one scenario, the law. He's just gullible, is all. And that really kind of ties into the fact that the young man still acts slightly like a child. Or ADD. Either one.[/right][/size][/ul][/quote]

Must be Rouerie

[cal]

I added the things you suggested. Hope it's better now.

First Name: Isaac
Last Name: De l'Etoile
Age: 11
Appearance: Isaac is a well-built boy with a light shade of brown in his hair and deep brown eyes. He occasionally gels his hair, but most of the time wears it in its natural style. His skin is neither tanned nor pale, but instead is an ordinary shade. Isaac usually wears a T-shirt, jeans and trainers.




History: Isaac was born to muggle-borns Pierre d l'Etoile and Ophelia Monk. He was raised in England until he was five, and at this young age, Isaac's parents were lost in a terrible accident involving a Venemous Tentacula and a pair of garden shears. Since then, he has lived with his Aunt and Uncle - also muggle-borns - in Calais. Sometimes he used to go out to the harbour and look out at the ocean, thinking, imagining his parents watching over him.
His Aunt and Uncle explained how he was a wizard to him when he was six. Since then, he was incredibly excited about going to Beauxbatons to learn how to control his powers. As Isaac grew older, he made friends with a few other boys around the city of his age. It was they who gave him his nickname 'Ise'. He stayed friends with these guys for a while, but never told them of his magic.
Then, one day, on his eleventh birthday, an owl came in through the kitchen window clutching an envelope in it's claws. Isaac grabbed the letter without calling his Aunt and Uncle, and read the letter three times over to check it was realy. It informed him that he had been accepted into Beuxbatons. He was ecstatic! On his first day, Ise made a couple of friends, but also a few enemies. he did generally well in most of his subjects, except for the fact that he was hopeless at Potions!
Personality: Isaac has a rather mixed personality. When he is in a good mood, he is a bright, friendly lad with a wide imagination. While in this state, he is easily approachable and co-operates well. However, When he gets angry, things turn nasty. He can throw a real tantrum and can shout pretty loudly. he also becomes rather narrow-minded, focusing all his thoughts on the subject of his distress.
Despite this, Ise can sometimes be incredibly shy, especially around people he does not know. He has been known to go completely silent, staring at the ground, around strangers, and sometimes to just run away. Another of Isaac's traits is his bravery; when influenced he will put himself at a risk to help others.
Sample RP:
Isaac strolled at ease down the corridor, taking in the pleasant smell of fresh air wafting in through the arched windows at his side. His feet echoed loudly on the floors; he was obviously alone. He passed another window and a ray of light shone over his face, illuminating his features, from his light hair to his brown eyes down to his pointed chin.
He let out a single laugh of joy and picked up his speed until he was running happily down the corridor. He skidded to a halt next to the doors and walked out into the grounds. Laughing again, he almost danced across the place. Why was he happy? He did not know.
Then the school bell went. Isaac stopped immediately and headed off to his next lesson: Herbology. He walked to the greenhouse, and entered. Soon enough, the rest of his class filed in, followed by the teacher. Isaac looked around the room as the teacher readied the equipment for today; they were standing around a long, central table while all around them there were other tables. Every inch of these tables was covered in plant pots, trailing leaves, watering cans, and other things; there was hardly any wood visible. he turned back to the teacher, who had just places a large plant with flailing tentacles on the middle table.
Isaac recognized this plant: it was a Venemous Tentacula, the plant that had killed his parents. His eyes widened in horror as he stared at it, and terrible memories from his childhood rushed into his head. He couldn't look at it any longer, so, before the teacher said anything, he turned on the spot and ran to the door of the greenhouse.

Must be Sournois

[student]

First Name: Steven

Last Name: Cobretti

Age: 16

Appearance:

History: Steven grew up in California. His parents, Shon and Carolina, were both magical, which makes his blood pure as can be. Growing up, he had a very normal wizard’s life. He was always looking forward to coming to Beauxbatons.

Steven was a momma’s boy. He was never one to be whiny or girly. He just really loved his mother and he was also very close with her. They talked about everything. One night, when Steven was 13, his mother died. It was a horrible accident. She was cooking in the kitchen and an explosion took place. Steven and his father ran downstairs to find the kitchen in flames and Carolina on fire. Eventually, the flames that were terrorizing Carolina were put out, but she did not live.

Personality: Because of the accident with his mother, Steven became quiet and mean. He wanted to hurt people and be mean towards them as if they had something to do with his mother’s death. Now, he’s a very confusing person. You never know if he’s happy or sad or in a bad mood. Most people like to stay away from him.

Sample RP:

Steven put on his Chuck Taylor’s and walked out the front door, not even saying goodbye to his father. He needed to get away! He was so tired of being around family. They weren’t his mom… It wasn’t the same! It would never be the same!

Steven groaned as he started running. He didn’t know where he was going. It just felt so good to run. It felt like he was free and could go wherever he wanted! He had no boundaries.

He came to a halt and doubled over, breathing hard. What a run! He sat down on the nearest bench and looked up at the sky. It was beautiful. At night time, Steven and his mother use to look at the stars. It was a hobby of his. He liked Astronomy very much.

Must be Sournois