Sorting (Term Eight)

[charlton 'raffi' glashtyn]

First Name: Charlton - though more commonly known as Graffi
Last Name: Glashtyn
Age: 17
Appearance: With wicked slightly tilted dark green eyes, and a devilish smile to match - Graffi is the image of mischief. His dark hair forms an unruly, shaggy halo of curls about his head and he wouldn’t look out of place sitting on a toadstool. He is definitely not one of your kept young men, resembling more a cheeky Shetland pony rather than any thoroughbred.

His stocky frame often misleads many into thinking he is shorter than he truly is, and most are surprised that his height surpasses most young men. His step is sure-footed and prowling, a swagger if I ever saw one and fatally teamed with that infamous sin-full smile of his. Graffi is in obvious control of all his movements, despite his casual, laid-back way of carrying himself. A portable wall would be a handy thing for him indeed, because if there’s something to prop himself up against – Graffi will find it. He has the unfortunate habit of running his hands through his already unruly hair when stressed, leaving it even more chaotic than before. This, teamed with nail-biting and shoving his hands regularly into his pockets leaves Graffi with hands a little more used than most – his favored past-time being painting and sketching.
Evidence of this can be found in the odd bits of pencil and brushes tucked in his pockets – alongside his odd penchant for collecting feathers, for reasons that even he doesn’t know. Although Graffi likes to collect feathers – its more than likely they will end up lost, and a new one collected to replace it.

His low, drawling speech is as laid-back as his way of moving, with a faint lilt of Ireland underlining his words. His voice appears to have a ghost of amusement amongamong it – often getting him in trouble for sarcasm or mickey taking. “Alright” is his most common greeting and he has the annoying/endearing fondness of giving all he meets a pet name, whether it simply be “Mate” “Lass” or “Doll” or some cutting from their name. Parents are referred to as “Ma” and “Da”.

Not a flashy dresser in respects of neatness, Graffi favors the Frank Sinatra period – donning pressed gray trousers, a shirt, which is generally untucked with the sleeves rolled up, and a matching waistcoat – also undone. In striking contrast to his white shirt, a black tie will be slung, unused about the unbuttoned collar. His hair is left in its riotous halo, its only trimming being the trilby that is jammed onto the back of his head upon leaving the house. This usually will have some kind of feather wedged into the band of it, the feather having been picked up more often than not on his walks.
Although not the tidiest looking, upon closer inspection – Graffi is of the utmost cleanliness and makes sure he smells good enough to turn heads when he walks on by.

History: 13th October - Born the last son of a cheating mother, with four older brothers, a drunken father and senile grandmother to complete the family. His family is renowned for their short temper and snootiness and it has been a large source of amusement for the Wizarding World to watch The Glashtyn’s fall because their funds have been squandered on clothes and drink.

January 7th - Finally unable to take it any longer, Graffi's mother leaves without a trace. Life becomes unbearable, his father is a drunk - his grandmother regularly disappears...and his eldest brother blames Graffi for the whole sorry mess. Life punishment is in store for Graffi under the fist of his angry elder brother.

March 5th - Centaurn, the eldest brother and the main reason for half of Graffi's bruises leaves home in search of better, darker things. His hatred for his family has gotten to breaking point. Graffi has been induced into Beauxbaton’s Wizarding School in France, courtesy of his Senile Grandmother who although senile, sees more than most. It’s an attempt to save Graffi from being the punch bag for both his elder brother and drunken father.

August 29th- Sylphen, the second eldest of the four brothers, and the dreamer - leaves for a world quest. He is never seen again. Upon his disappearance, Graffi is contacted by his mother. Although the pain at home is almost unbearable, Graffi refuses to move in with her – blaming her for the mess of it all and feeling some responsibility for his drunken father, who when not too drunk – adores Graffi for his help.

April 6th - Graffi's Grandmother finally rests in peace.

Personality: Serious is a word Graffi would like to see banned from the dictionary, and this is the attitude he towardard life. Intent on making the best of everything, and raising everyone to their feet as he goes - Graffi likes to live life on the edge, pulling others along with him. Charming, humorous, passionate and always reaching for new heights, Graffi is a whirlwind that many seek to get caught up in. He doesn’t realize the appeal of his lifestyle, and refuses to dwell on black matters. Though when he does, it is a terrible sight to behold.
His family may not be from a good deal of money, but Graffi relishes who and what he is and wouldn’t have it any other way. A terrible tease, there’s nothing more he likes better than a challenge, and winning it.

Being a Wizard, and a poor pureblood at that can be a lonely life, and its this part of his existence that he despises. The Glashtyn family have been renowned for their snooty unkindness and their hot-blooded rages so it has been a huge source of entertainment for the Wizarding world to watch their fall from Fundage. Their name still carries some weight and allows them pass into certain circles, but their funds are no more. However, despite their reputation - Graffi is setting about making a new name for himself, his personality being completely the opposite(although bearing some similarities) to that of his family. He hates the responsibility, and the solitude and often moves on to find another new companion. His life is full off materials wants, and he rarely lets anyone close enough to be anything but. He’d dearly love the short-lived, passion filled life of a human – but will never admit it to any but himself. More often than not, he befriends a human just for fun, and for the company. He does so like to shock and horrify his elders. He dislikes humans for their disregard of their own lives, and for their willingness to be persuaded to the dark side – and equally, he loves them for it. Similarly with the Wizarding World.

His temper is quick to alight, his passion usually taking things more to heart than should be, and is very slow cooling. He has been known to be in a perfect rage for weeks at a time. Despite his party attitude, be warned – for once you fall out with Graffi whether it be his fault or yours – there is no going back, and he will do everything in his power to best you.

His strengths are his undeniable charm, confidence and ability to instantly give a place a party atmosphere. He knows what he wants, and how to get it and never hesitates to extend his generous hand to a friend in need or brighten a day with his ready and bright humor.

His weaknesses are being susceptible to persuasion & stubborn to the extreme. Often desires to be a normal human, and is jealous of their short yet fulfilled lives. His bull-headedness often leads him into trouble, as does his pride - which wont allow him out of a difficult situation. Often too cocky for his own good, Graffi is a magnet for trouble. A short temper furthers his penchant for trouble as does a heart quick to love, and a fist even quicker to swing.

Sample RP:
Blood pounded in his head, beating out a pattern on his brain. Thoughts couldn’t come clearly and his eyes were unfocused, glazed. Spasms overtook his body, making his attempt at a hurried escape to the forest more of an arduous crawl. His jaw hung slack, drool stringing out silver in the faint light as he mindlessly tried to carry out his task.

The moon had yet to cast its malicious white gaze on him yet, but time ran short. The clouds moved onwards and a mere glance at their steady progress was enough to send his head spinning and bring him crashing to his knees once more. The moment they drew forward to reveal the moon…he was doomed. Gasping sobs tore his throat, and he tasted the salt of tears, or was it sweat…either way his progress was achingly slow and desperation seized his heart like an iron fist.

The moon slowly began to appear, sailing out mockingly majestic from her covering of cloud. The edge of the forest welcomed him with the gentle applause of leaves rustling in the wind. But still, he had not managed to get deep enough, and terrified – he realized that anyone out on this night may see their last full moon. The moon itself rose pearly out of the clouds – its light embracing him in a chilly grasp. His body stiffened, jaw locking and face reddening with sheer effort and pain. He contorted, eyes rolling, clawing at his skin. A cry full of desperation and pain fell unbidden from the lips that were now pulled back across his teeth in a terrifying grimace. A low whining emitted from his elongating features, eyes now wild and yellow. Thick black hair sprouted from his body within a matter of seconds…the jaws snapped in distress. All the while the moon smiled down at the grisly changes. Clothes littered the floor, and faint smatterings of blood could be seen glistening amongst the foliage. A low eerie howl erupted from the werewolf’s jaws, winding up greeting the moon with fierce joy. Not wasting a moment…the wolf loped off, its new form carrying it easily towards it unsuspecting victim.

Must be Sournois

[stephan]

First Name:
Stephan Karl

Last Name:
Thaddeus

Age:
17

Appearance: Stephan Karl Thaddeus

History:
Stephan was born on the 3rd of September 1990 in England to Suzanne and Christian Thaddeus. Stephan has two siblings, Ashley and Michael; Ashley is 15 and Michael is 10, Michael doesn't go to wizarding school yet, but he will in about a year or so. Stephan's family is quite big, it's composed of many uncles and aunts and thousands of unknown cousins, he still has all of his grandparents. He's very close to his mother's parents, basically because that's were he inherited his blood.

Stephan isn't a normal 17 year old boy, since he was little he deferred from the other kids and most of the time he was called a freak for being able to do what he could do, at the age of 5 Stephan already had small visions of what would happen even though they were quite unclear, it was only at the age of twelve that he started understanding what he had spent his entire life doing. Since his grandmother from his mothers’ side was the only seer in the family, it became clear for both him and his parents that he was a seer too.

Until Stephan turned seventeen, he had daily meetings with his grandmother and she explained all that he needed to know; how after strong visions he would feel very weak, how he wasn’t supposed to ‘read’ peoples futures by looking at their palms. It was almost like private lessons and he was quite sure that he would learn more from his grandmother than if we he went to some school.

It wasn’t in Stephan’s mind to attend any school for he thought he could learn everything he needed to know at home, unfortunately for him his parents didn’t allow it and once he got the letter to Beauxbatons they almost forced him to go; after all, there was no way he could be an auror like he wanted to, so he had thought about being a ddivination teacher, he wasn’t an expert but he could learn with time and it wouldn’t take that long, but going to school didn’t seem that bad at the present time.

Personality:
Because of having constant visions Stephan’s temper in very unstable, one minute he can be very happy and the other he can be grumpy and angry. Most of the time he tried to be a nice person, but his true being is of a dark soul; he hates it when people ask him to see their future, because he’s not paid to do it, he’ll do it if he wants to even though he’s been forbidden by the laws of the seer blood culture.

His life is dedicated to learning the Dark Arts and trying to understand divination better as he thinks that things never get accomplished; he’s done with making plans for the future for if he fails to achieve his goal he won’t get disappointed, so he just lives one day at a time. Being rude is just one of Stephan’s way of being, he’ll be rude, ignorant, sarcastic and every bad thing one can actually think of.

He may seem like a very bad person but deep inside he has very nice feelings, one just has to know him to find out who he really is; all in all, he’s a bad person on the outside but a sweet person in the inside.

Sample RP:
As Stephan set foot on the grounds of Beauxbatons Academy the first word that came to his mind was home. Because of the long trip they arrived at almost night, the sky was getting dark but because there were still some rays of sun he could have a perfect view of the giant castle that would very soon be his home, he wouldn’t be going back to his real home for a long time now, so it was best to get accustomed to the people and the places that contained the castle. The grounds seemed to be endless and the trees were thousands that filled his view, the castle had many towers from his point of view he could only see two of them, he was sure he would have Divination in one of them, towers attracted him, he liked being high in the sky, it made him feel free like a hippogriff.

He started walking towards the castle with his backpack on his shoulders, the air was starting to get thick with fog making it difficult to see. The fog popped out of nowhere, one minute everything was clear and perfect and on the second everything was blurry; weird thing. Maybe it was very hot today and now the cold night air just entered in conflict with it, thought Stephan, as he kept walking to where he supposed was the castle(he could still see the top of the towers) he tripped over a little stone but luckily he did not fall, instead his bag fell and a few books fell out. He bent down and picked them up, it was useless to put them back in the bag because they’d just fall out again so he held them in one hand while the other held the bag across his shoulder.

Once he reached the top stair that led to the entrance hall he stopped and stared at his right, for an unknown reason something told him to go there almost like an unknown force was pushing him to that place. Ignoring the fact that it was very late and that the grounds were unknown to him, he ventured off trying to find the source of all the commotion in his body. The ground was very uneven and it felt hard beneath his footsteps, he looked at the ground each time he took a step for he did not want to fall again, little pebbles were spread across the ground and he kicked some around just to have something to do.

Even though it was very foggy Stephan could see a bright white patch on the ground, it was just a couple of feet in front of him, he took bigger steps in hopes of getting there faster, his heart beat had quickened and so had his breathing once he had reached the white patch he realized they were just simple lilies, just white lilies. He stretched his hand to touch it and light engulfed his face. ||There was a little girl and a little boy playing together. The boy ran and pulled a white lily from the ground and handed it to the girl which he was playing with. She stood up and pecked his cheek. They held hands. In an instant everything was burning red and the bodies lay on the floor. Heartless.||

Stephan fell to the floor panting, his eyes wide open in terror and his mind racing without any idea of what that could have been; past or future. How could someone want to hurt such inoffensive creatures, pure in thoughts and benefic in hearts? The lily he had been holding when the vision assaulted his mind now lay dead in his hand, crushed by the obvious fear that had consumed him. Dropping it to his side he got up and grabbed his bag, still panting he stopped and stare at the star filled sky, how long had he been trapped in that vision? His knees were shaking and he needed to sit.

Opting to sit for a while he leaned against a giant rock that was close to him and stared at the bright sky. The stars were immense and it was impossible to count them, fascinated by the beautiful sky he stared without perspective of what he was going to do next, he was tired and couldn’t really move a finger. He stared at the many constellations in the sky, trying to guess which one was which, he’d never been very good at doing that but he knew some such as the constellation of Cancer, Libra, Aries and Capricorn; they were the smallest, that’s how he managed to remember them.

Must be Sournois

[anabelle]

First Name: Anabelle
Last Name: Rosen
Age: Sixteen

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Appearance:

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History:
Anabelle was born to Jack Rosen and Lumia Rosen, two pure blooded wizards that owned a magical clothing and accessories shop which had been handed down the Rosen family for years. It was the family business.

Although pure blooded, her family did not discriminate against muggle-borns or half-bloods. They were intellectual people that believed that as long as everyone got along and there was harmony, then everything would be right with the world. Anabelle was thought to respect everyone, especially her elders. She was taught manners and the way a woman should act, but was not taught that 'Women Should Be Seen And Not Heard'.

Anabelle grew strong of mind, both intellectually as well as in beliefs and values. Her parents focused on her a lot, because she was their pride and joy; their only daughter. She was shown things of the normal and also the magical persuasion which broadened her mind more to the world around her.

When the letter came from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, the family couldn't have been happier. All the preparations where made and everything was in order for her first year there. Anabelle made sure that she would make her parents even prouder but also made sure that she was proud of herself. She knew that if she did everything just for her parent's approval, that she'd have no life. So she sought out what she did like and achieved things that made her happy and boosted her confidence.

Now Anabelle aims to finish school and at least travel the world in two years, then maybe settle down.

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Personality:

Anabelle is a very sweet person. She prefers to put others before herself. She has always been like this, for as long as she can remember. She sees no reason to feel sadness when there is loss or anger when there is hate. Anabelle believes that she must always be grateful for what she has. Her aura of happiness and love makes her look like a very motherly figure, often helping others without expecting anything in return. Its just the way she looks at things.

It takes a lot to make her angry. But once she is angry, her demeanor changes. She becomes furious and dangerous and sometimes can charge into things without really thinking them over. This is one of the many things that make her an imperfect person. When Anabelle gets angry she tends to turn into fits and such, when she gets upset about something that is very frustrating to the average person, you might see her hyperventilating.

She sometimes gets annoyed when her marks on her projects aren't perfect, but tries not to show it for the sake of not being ungrateful, for there are millions more that are in worse situations than her.

Because of her belief that good in the world will always win, Anabelle is a bold and courages person. While always stepping back to look at things in an analytical way, Anabelle knows when to step in to help in situations where she knows she can be of help.

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Sample RP:

Light green eyes stared at the wooden model as it put on the latest dress that had been created by Lumia Rosen.

Anabelle then watched as the wooden model walked over to its new area near the window, then began waving at the witches and wizards that passed by, occasionally blowing a kiss or two.

"Belle, did you put up the dress yet?"

"Yes mother. Although I don't see why you have to make the thing move.."

"Well, its better than Muggle ones. Plus it will attract people. Girls can imagine themselves in the dress better, don't you think?"

Anabelle sat down at the counter, staring at all the other dresses and dress robes, wizard clothes and witch clothes that were around the gallery like room. Her mother had made the store with the purpose of helping people look their best when they wanted to, and at very cheap prices as well. She had gotten sneered at by some of Jack's friend's wives for that, because they were all pure-blood.

It almost made Anabelle try to jinx them for it. Such ignorance in the world. "At least when I'm back at School I won't have to work here.." It wasn't that she didn't like it...It was just boring.. Oh well, only one more week to go.

Modified

Watch that you don't make her too perfect, everyone has flaws.

Must be Cossu.

[iiaria]

First Name: Madeleine Elle
Last Name: Giada
Age: 14
Appearance:

Lei has bright blue eyes and long eyelashes. She has long, waist-legnth curly hair. Her hair is black which is uncommon among veela. Lei is unusually pretty, due to her half- veela heritage. Her skin is often described as "glowing". Lei is slightly tall- about 5'5-1/2". She is eye-catching and different.

She loves jewelry- earrings, necklaces, bracelets, you name it. Her two favorite stones are gold and sapphire. She wears these quite often. She is also very photogenic.

History: Madeleine's mother, Ming, is a veela. Her father, Benedetto, is a wizard. They met in southern France and got married a few years later. She was raised in a wizarding village. She was unique, because she and her mother were dark-haired veela, which are uncommon. As a child she was contacted by advertisers for companies such as boutiques. She modeled and became very interested in the industry. She also got sneak peeks behind the scenes and became intrigued with the people who designed the products. She got her letter from Beauxbatons three years ago, and after her house placement, her mother and father sent her a gold locket with small sapphires on it. She treasures this.

Personality: Lei is confident in herself. She believes in herself, and is ambitious. She is very determined. She also has strong opinions, will argue them, and will back them up with facts. In the event that there are no facts to back up her opinion, she still thinks that her opinions on everything are right.

She can be slightly selfish, not wanting to sacrifice her time or convenience to help others. Lei is an overachiever and loves to get good marks in classes. She spends a lot of time studying and does very well on exams. Lei is witty and clever.

Sample RP: Madeleine sat in her room, writing notes from her new Transfiguration book. She was eager for term to start tomorrow, and wanted to get ahead in lessons before it started, just to be ready. Other students thought she was slightly out there for studying over the holidays, but she actually liked it.

She looked across the room into the mirror. Her long curly hair was hanging in front of her face, and she grabbed a brush of the table by her bed. She continued to read. "Food is just one of the Five Principal Exceptions to Gamp's Law of Transfiguration." Madeleine read to herself quietly. She wrote down the exceptions, knowing that this would probably be pretty important this term.

Fimishing up the chapter on Transfiguration, she set the book aside and started to think about the new term. I wonder if there will be any new teachers this year, she thought lying on her back, examining the ceiling. She had charmed it to display images of her and her friends, and her father had been impressed, saying it was pretty advanced magic.

Must be Rouerie

[melonie l y r a oliver]

First Name:Melonie
Last Name:Paranti
Age: 15
Appearance:
Unlike the rest of her family, her and her deceased papi(grandfather) had jet black hair, the rest had some sort of blonde or brunette hair, a few with carrrot tops. Most people in the family also ranged between a bit over weight to extremely overweight but Emily, Melonie and Emily's parents had a normal weight. Melonie has Muddy brown eyes that always look like puddles. She has a height of 5'3". She mostly wears black and red.

History: Melonie always knew she was a witch. She grew up in a magical community in England since she was 9 and before then, she lived in London, disguised as a muggle, but knowing her true blood. Occasionally, she'd accidentally use magic on some of the muggle kids who teased her for her attire and emo look.

Melonie couldn't stand her parents or her 2 younger brothers. Out of her large family, there was only one person she could trust and that was her cousin Emily. When Emily left for Beauxbatons, she ffelt so alone because right after her two week visit in Paris.

At 15, her brothers were 11 and were sent off to Hogwarts. Melonie kept refusing to go to until recently when she had had enough of her parents nagging. Her mother kept nagging her to eat more when her parents and brothers were over wieght and Melonie was normal weight. Then her dad kept saying she was depressed when he was the one who had emotional problems including anger management. He always exploded every time she refused to attend school, and that was often. Finally she had enough and said she would go to school under one circumstance and that was that she could choose the school. When she mentioned Beauxbatons, they pleaded her to go to Hogwarts, but Melonie wanted to be as far away from her parents and brothers as possible. They reluctantly agreed. Melonie had expected to be in a different house than Emily because they had different personalities but were still connected by specific bonds.

Personality: Melonie is a cookie batter, many traits all mixed together to make the perfect Melonie. The first 'ingredient' is her love for dares and is a daredevil. If she ever hears the words 'I dare...' or 'Challenge' You'll expect her to be there ready and prepared for any obstacle. She also an attitude, feisty and loves to party. She doesn't stand for bullying and will stand up to anyone who's bullied no matter what. If there is a disagreement, she'll make a compromise. There is a lot of fighting spirit in Melonie but she has one girlish weakness, flowers and nature.

Melonie loves to submerge herself into nature to draw paint and use nature to write creative writing pieces. She likes to take a simple object in nature such as a blade of grass and sketch or watercolor it so it looks like the original object but when you actually take a look at it, she'll change the lighting or direction of the wind so that the little things make it her own work of art. She also likes to use Nathanial Wordsworth's poem, 'I wandered lonely as a cloud' and change the object in nature to something she sees and makes it her own, such as a dandelion. She also writes short stories, several of them are all written in personification. However, her artistry with drawing and creative writing make up for her lack of artistry with a quill. In simple terms, her handwriting is not the neatest and her lack of dance skill. She really could only do lyrical and that was when she felt in the mood did she do it well. She is pretty good on ice skates and roller skates though

Sometimes, you may even see her curled up in bed or behind a bush reading a thick novel, most of the time though, it's in bed before she's ready to fall asleep. 85% of the time when she goes outside she is either carrying a canvas and easel or pencil and sketchbook.

Sample RP:Melonie stood just outside the large door to the castle carrying a large black duffel bag and a red messenger bag with black checkerboard randomly in places made of heavy drapery material. It had a few burnt marks that she extinguished quickly so he whole bag didn't catch fire. She sighed heavily relieved to be away from London and england all together. Her parents had told her right before she grabbed the train to paris that she could always come to Hogwarts if she really didn't like Beauxbatons. They were so stupid, they don't know my personal life she thought. In Emily's owl, she had said, As soon as you step in, it would feel like home and that you've always been here. She had also said that they were in the middle of a term, which made her a bit uncertain, that would mean she would have a lot of catching up to do.

With her free left hand, she opened the door to reveal an expansive hall. Students had began to trickle down the stairs, and the aroma from the dining chamber ahead revealed that it was lunch time. SHe shut the door quietly as to not be noticed, to blend in. However, that would be impossible because her knee high leather boots with 2 inch heels thumped across the wood floor and the chains on the boots jangled. Her clothes didn't fit in either, she was wearing black leather boots, fishnet stockings, black and red plaid pleated skirt and black tank top. She would have to buy or borrow some clothes from emily to fit in. Over top, she had a long black leather trench coat with a large collar and no hood on but tied at her waist. She weaved through the now filling entrance hall toward the dining hall where she expected to be sorted. She had just realized that her palms were sweating from clenching her bags extremely tight.

Must be Sournois

[estelwyndevereux]

First Name: Estelwyn
Last Name: Devereux
Age: 11, born on July 5.

Appearance: Estelwyn has soft, light brown hair that falls midway down her back. She has soft,curious gray-blue eyes and a heartwarming smile. She is big-boned, strong, and her face has very thin, silvery scars on it.

History: Born to Faramirin and Cassandra Devereux on July 5, Estelwyn has always had it rough. Her mother was killed by a madman wizard who was wanted in Azkaban for murder. The man simply jerked his wand out of his pocket, muttered a killing curse(because she was in his way), and continued running. Faramirin was heartbroken and remained that way until his death. When Estelwyn, who's name meant hope, was 7 her life took yet another turn for the worst. She had been walking outside staring at the full moon, when she heard a howl from nearby. Her father had also heard and called her in. Before she got to the door, a huge figure jumped out of some nearby bushes. Her father yelled and tackled it before it hit Estelwyn. In what seemed like no time her father lay still and the monster, a werewolf, jumped on her. Screaming, she fought against it until a man came and blasted it off with a spell. As the beast turned and ran, the man, later know as Grant, gathered her up in his arms and rushed her to the hospital. Estelwyn recovered brilliantly having not been bitten, but her father perished. Grant took her in and raised her along with his son, Matthew.

Personality: Estelwyn, nicknamed Hope/Essie by Matthew, is shy and sensitive. Her father, Faramirin, was bitten by a werewolf when he was young and she inherited werewolf traits. On full moons,though she doesn't transform, she gets a strange desire to just run without a destination. Also she can be moody on full moons. To add to her burdens, she is also a mutant. Her ability allows her to absorb any kind of energy. Once she touched a electricity pole and blew every fuse in the neighborhood. She is very sweet to everyone and is a most loyal friend. She loves to read, play guitar, and she enjoys trying to play Beater at Quidditch. She is a total klutz, she can crack jokes anytime, and she is one of the happiest people you'll ever meet. A downside to her personality though is the fact that she takes a lot that people say about her to heart. She doesn't show her pain to everyone though and if the situation is bad enough, she becomes withdrawn from everyone. Despite all this, overall she is a level-headed person.

Sample RP: The moonlight shone all around the house. All seemed quiet and still, yet inside a battle was raging. "It's beautiful," she whispered to no one,"beautiful, but terrible." A man quietly entered in time to her the last of her thoughts. "What is terrible, Estelwyn?" he asked. The girl, Estelwyn, turned to face him with a frighted look in her eyes. "Oh Grant, it's just you. I thought it was-" "Shhh. No need to think things like that," he said, "I will keep you safe from anything out there." Estelwyn sighed. "Can you keep me safe from myself? I long to go and run and never stop. Yet, I know that tomorrow the urge will be gone and I shall be myself again. I just wonder what would happen if I gave in, if I could ever find my way back. I could hurt someone." She looked so downcast it made Grant want to comfort the struggling 11-year old, but he knew he couldn't. "What if," she started, "I went to school and it over took me? What if I transformed? Yes, I know the Healers said it wasn't likely, but still." "Estelwyn," Grant said somewhat sternly," Nothing will happen. If you'd like I can find a way to have you taken a little ways away from the school on full moons. But right now it's late and you need to go to bed. Matthew went a little while ago." Estelwyn looked at him and smiled. "Very well. 'Night Grant." "Goodnight, love." Grant kissed her head and she exited. "What must I do to drive away the fear?" Grant pondered.

If she wasn't bit and isn't a werewolf, why does she have werewolf blood? Also your RP could have been a bit longer.

Must be Cossu

[Selena Marie' Renolds]

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

Appearance:

Or see my sig.



History:
Abbie was raised into a pure blooded family, she was raised to know that no one was good enough if they didn't have pure "lines" streaming threw there veins. 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 family were. Abbie was born on a brittle December morning. Yes, indeed she was born on Christmas day...her family was all in joy to know that another family member was to bring them more "lines" and carry on the family name. To there disappointment Abbie was to headstrong, she was willing to give anyone a chance. It didn't matter to her if your family was muggle-born, or anything else.

Abbie's mother had found out about her hanging with blood traitors, and decided that there was no choice but to dis-own her from the family 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 Young age of 12. Abbie had met many people, along those long years. Another wizarding family 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 usually doesn't always follow the crowd...she believes in being her own person and is not that interested in what everyone else thinks. She is very care-free, and doesn't always think before she acts. Abbie is defiantly 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 laugh, and is defiantly a very caring 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 usually figures stuff out on her own, no training wheels on her brain now is there? Abbie is always hanging out with friends, basically she is a total "people" person. Although sometimes she can come off alittle, to good. She likes order to things, and sometimes she over does things. She likes for everything to be on point at all times, she trys to be perfect...but I mean after all who really is?

Sample RP:

The sound that could shatter a night such as this, into millions of pieces shot threw the air like a dagger hitting 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 cheek like two people walking down a sidewalk from the impact of what she had done. Abbie couldn't believe what had happened in front of her, the wand in her hand lay on the ground. She didn't mean to...but she did...oh how would she ever be able to get out of this one. The professor 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 Professor 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 Professor once more now in her face.

Abbie's chiseled expression 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 Professor 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 in front 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 Little more carefully, don't you think," said Professor Rims with a sleight 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 wasn't really paying attention to were she was asking the log to go. All of a sudden the worst thing possible happened, "You, you..." whined Professor Rims, rubbing his head. "I'm so sorry, well at least 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 laughing hard.

Must be Rouerie

[Peyton Sommer.]

First Name: Peyton Michelle
Last Name: Avery
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:

Peyton has always been well known because of her features; the perfect blond hair, the shining blue eyes, and just about everything else. She has a long, thin body with each thing a perfect proportion. Her legs make up most of her body, and she's covered with a tan that you could only get from lounging around the Mediterranean Sea. She's a very tall girl. Standing at 5"7, she towers over all of the girls she knows. She's very muscular because of how much she pushes herself in sports. She has a sloping nose and a dazzling smile made up of pure white teeth. She's always smiling, though most people don't know that she's hurting inside.

Her eyes are the thing that she loves most about her body. Because of her vampiric-blood, they can change color. They don't change from red to blue to purple or anything like that. Usually, they're a stunning sea blue, but if she gets angry or is upset, they transform to a pale gold. Whenever she's like that, she stays inside. She doesn't want to draw attention to herself. Even though her eyes can give away her secret, she loves them all the same. It's one thing that nobody has to comment on.

Though it seems as if Peyton doesn't have many flaws, she knows of one: her feet and fingers. Nobody notices them, but her feet are abnormally large. Not Sasquatch large, but rather big. Her fingers are long, but are a bit chubby. She tries to get people to notice them, but nobody does. She even goes to the extreme of wearing flip flops in mid winter just to get people to stop admiring her; to realize that she's imperfect.

History:

On May 1^st, 1991, Peyton Michelle Isabella Avery was born to Juliet Marden and Harris Avery in Marseilles, France. Both parents had wizard and witch blood, and they both also had vampiric-blood. At the time, the couple was feuding, and so the birth of their sixth child made everything all the more difficult. A mother giving birth, and bringing a new baby into the world should be the happiest time for the women, right? Well, instead of taking care of his wife during labor, he was on his cell phone making plans for football night with his friend. After this happened, Juliet was furious and refused to let him in during the birth of the child. After the whole ordeal was over, nothing was the same. They had been trying to get along, for the sake of their kids, but they knew that nothing could go on like this. The next May, a couple of days after Peyton's first birthday, they were officially separated.

After the two had gone to court, the judge ruled that the children would stay with their mother. Peyton was happy that everything was over, and that both parents would be happier, but he felt like everything was her fault and that, if she hadn't been born, none of this would've happened. After contemplating her options, she ran away. It wasn't really running away, considering that she was seven years old and that she just ran down the block, but it meant something to her mother, and so afterwords, she started dating again, hoping to find someone the children would be proud to call father. After about a year, she had finally found someone who she shared a mutual attraction with. His name was Paul Brown, and he seemed like an alright man, that is, until he moved in. Their mother was so in love, that she didn't even realize what he was doing to the kids. He forced them all to sleep in the attic, taking out all of their beds and shoving them upstairs. He knocked down the walls in between their old rooms, and made it a giant entertainment space, of course, for him and hi wife only.

One day, when the children arrived from school, they heard a women scream from their house. They ran into the room, and saw their mother on the floor, squirming in pain. The terrible man had hit her on the head with a book. The children saw their mother's wand in the man's hands, and tried to hide their anguish as he snapped it in half, thinking that it was a twig. They stood in fright, and could only let silent tears fall down their faces as he carried their unconscious mother outside into his car, where he drove off and never returned. The children were left alone in a large house, and were too scared to call the police, thinking that Paul might hunt them down. Soon afterward, a neighbor came in to give them their mail, which had been piling up outside since the children hadn't gone out. When she saw them huddled up in corners, their faces stained with tears, they told her the whole story.The neighbor immediately called the police, and the children were sent to a foster home. Unfortunately, one of the girls, Alana, was sent to a different home, splitting the family apart. Peyton still has hope, though, as Alana is a witch like the rest of them, and maybe, just maybe, they might reunite at Beauxbatons and be a whole family once more.

Personality:

Peyton isn't some life size Barbie, though her looks say that she's a stupid, pretty, naive girl. She's, in fact, very intelligent. She's not a super genius in academics, but she knows a lot about life. The only people who really know her are her siblings, who say that she's seventeen going on thirty-two. She doesn't like people looking up to her for superficial things, like nice hair and pretty eyes. She wants to make a statement, to show the world that she can do something for herself. Unfortunately, this has all led up to great frustration, which has made the sweet girl into someone horrible.

After years of meaningful acknowledgment, Peyton has started thinking that she's utterly superior to everyone. She's still the same she was before at heart, but she's begun thinking things that aren't kind. Everyone knows the old Peyton, but now, they don't know what she thinks while they're talking to her. She's always thinking of things like What are you, an idiot? when she actually says Uhh, I don't think that's the correct answer, but good try!. She's sort of split into two people; everybody's Peyton, and the real Peyton. Her family knows about this because she always talks to her siblings about everything, and they hope coming to Beauxbatons will change her for the better.

Now, I'll tell you about the old Peyton. She always had a genuine smile on her face, and was ready to help a friend in the blink of an eye. She supported everything they did, and understood what she needed to do to be a good friend. She had relationships with people in all different groups: the cheerleaders, the brainiacs, the jocks, the skaters, etc. By doing this, she learned to change her personality to fit their style. (i.e. saying "omigosh" with the cheerleaders, and using large, descriptive words with the smarter kids.) Everyone knew of the lovely Peyton, the girl with the talent, looks, and brains.

One thing that never changed in Peyton was her love of animals. When in town, she always visited the local animal shelter and when she was old enough, she volunteered for a job. She loved the animals, and wished for one of her own. In a house of six children, she knew it wasn't possible. When she changed into the "new Peyton," coming to visit the animals was really the only way she could show genuine compassion. She's a bit nervous to leave the Muggle animals for the magical ones at Beauxbatons, but she's willing to give it a shot.

Even though Peyton always liked talking to people, she was a bit arrogant. She always held her head high, but in a bit of a snooty manner while around people she didn't know. It was if she was afraid that they wouldn't have the same reaction to her as the people at her home did. By this, you could say that she's a bit hypocritical. She doesn't try to put on airs, but it just happens, as if it's some instinct that she has. These are some habits that she may grow out of, but then again, some bad habits stay forever.

RP Sample:

Peyton yawned and groaned as she stretched her stiff limbs. She looked around her crowded, dull room which she shared with her family, or at least most of her family. A wave of sorrow rushed through her body as she realized that Alana was no longer with them. She had been transported to Paris, while the rest stayed in Marseilles. It had been three weeks, but the thought of her eldest sister giggling and smiling tortured her emotions, begging her eyes to let the clear glistening tears spill over. Being strong, she told herself that they would meet up again, some way, some how. They had always joked that they had "sister telepathy," and being as down as she was, Peyton pretended to be communicating with her sister.

You've always wanted to go to Paris... She thought bittersweetly. Suddenly, she was snapped into reality when she felt someone come next to her. She jumped, startled, and almost fell of the bed. Grabbing the sheets and pulling them around her when she felt how cold the room was, she looked up to see who had scared her. She sighed when she saw that it was Conor Alford. He was always flirting with Peyton, though she was definitely not interested. He was also two years older than she. Conor was easily the most handsome boy here, but also as dumb as a sack of bricks. She tried to smile sweetly, though her mind was telling her to hit him with the nearby lamp.

"Good morning, Mr. Alford." She said out of respect, trying to emphasize the age difference to him.

"No, good morning to you, Lady Avery." He said with a boyish grin, as if there was some joke he was playing along with.

You moron, don't you get anything? Are you that slow?She thought, the real side of her coming out. She giggled, as if he had said something that fit the moment perfectly.

"I've noticed you around," He continued "And you're absolutely stunning. I couldn't take my eyes off you. I was just wondering if you'd like to go steady with me." He said with confidence, as if there was no way that she could decline.

Wow, you're so interesting, She thought. I never thought that so much stupid could fit into one person. She blushed, and held both of her hands to her bosom, as if she was deeply honored.

"Oh, Conor, I wish I could, but.." She looked to her brother on the other side of the room who was having a nice time laughing hysterically at the scene in front of him. He quickly looked around, then knelt down and held his hands up, as if someone was stand in front of him. She caught on, and turned back. "But, I'm engaged." he concluded, making a note to thank her brother endlessly. Conor stood there, his face blank. Peyton nodded, and walked away. She had had to turn away, for her face was so red from holding laughter, that she looked as if she were about to cry.

I hope this is an ok length, if not, tell me.
Also, I'm sorry if there are a lot of spelling errors, spell check wan't working...

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I see some Sournois traits, but deep down I think it must be Rouerie

[sunfreeze]

first name: Danellia

last name:James

age: 16

appearance:

history: Danellia Aubrey James lost her parents when she was born and lived with her grandparents for thirteen years. They gave her the vampire bite when she was ten and raised her for three years as a blood lover. She was a little upset when they died, but she was a partially emotionless thirteen year old girl at the time. She was found on the streets and placed in the local orphanage. Many people strayed away from her, thinking that she was the one that caused her grandparent?s death. Dani didn't really care. As the years passed by, she discovered she had more emotions than she thought, as the few brave individuals stepped forward and became her friends. But, as usual, they always left to a family, making Dani kick herself for making another friendship.

personality: &XO;;[love]
When Danellia actually cares about someone, she does her best to try and show it.
Unless she is in love with someone, then it's subtle. Dan isn't one to really care
about many people, as the way she was raised, and when she does, it's because
that person cares about Dan as well or did something that Dan cherishes. It is really
difficult for someone to make Dani fall in love, but when she does, you have to break
some part of her to get off her list.

&Tears Don't Fall;;

[sadness]
Sometimes, when Dani gets really upset, she can be a total woman and hold that
grudge forever. She can go around when a huge fake smile on her face while the
the misery sometimes turns inward. She always goes out at night and vents her
emotions on herself, but makes sure that no one ever sees her scars. She never
really does it that much, but, when she does, she uses her talents in magic to
erase all evidence.

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&Smile On My Face;;[happiness]
Danellia is often a really morbid girl, and it takes a lot to make her genuinely happy. She
sometimes tries to make herself seem happy around people she knows. When she is really
happy, her jean blue eyes shine with a glow that sometimes makes her seem like a true
demon. Most people never see the gleam in her eyes, and never recognized it as happiness
when they do.

&Darkness In The Valley;;

[anger]
Dani is one girl that holds a grudge forever. When she gets angry, she always walks around
with that incident inside of her, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. She gets her
revenge, no matter what, even if she has to blackmail someone or befriend the most unlikely
people. When most people get on her list, it takes forever to get off it, at least until her revenge
is served. She is known to take her anger and either harm someone with it or destroy something
when the strength that is given to her.[/right]

sample rp: A lone girl walked through the remains of her grandparents house. There was no way anyone could have survived this. Not even her vampire grandparents. Her damn vampire grandparents that had passed their stupid gene onto her. Damn them. They may have taken care of her for nearly thirteen years, but she couldn't care less. Well, she probably could. But, she thought as she kicked a black rock aside, all of them will be sorry they gave her over the years didn't make up for the stupid thing.

She had been in the cellar through out the entire thing, but she knew what happened. An enemy of her grandparents had come to kill them, and they had done a pretty good job. Dani knew they had all the necessities to kill vampires: silver, stakes, the usual stuff. Even though her grandparents were reduced to ashes, the attackers took extra measures to cover the murder up. With the torches they had as a back up, they burned the house. Dani felt a pang of remorse as this happened, as this was her only place she ever called a home, but she was kind of glad she never had to say good-bye to her grandparents.

CRACK! Danellia turned around so fast her boots almost tore through a piece of dried, burnt wood under her. Her pink and black hair whipped around and hit her in the face. She saw no one in the moon light. But, that didn't matter. They were everywhere. Even in her shadow. She wouldn't be able to evade them.

"Die." a voice whispered in her ear before a hand gripped her throat. She couldn't breathe. She coughed, tried to speak. Dan began to claw at her throat, trying to pry herself loose. But, she couldn?t. She was on the verge of life and death. There was nothing she could do.

"No!" Danellia James exclaimed, almost three years later, waking up with a start. She was the only one in her room, and no one was bothered. A cold line of sweat covered Dan?s forehead, acting as an adhesive for her hair. Dan sighed, closing her dark blue eyes once more. The same dream has haunted her for three years, never allowing her a peaceful night?s sleep. At least she had the chance to consider a new life after her sixteenth birthday.[/size][/blockquote][/color]


One major problem in your post is spelling, you should always check for spelling errors. Also in your history, I don't think anyone would leave a thirteen year old girl to live by herself, let alone rent an apartment, just seems to unrealistic. I don't understand the whole when you fall in love, that someone has to break some part of you to get off your list. Also you need to work on sentence structure. So work on these things and your post will be reviewed again.

I think I got it, but if there's anything I missed, I'll gladly redo it.

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Again, there is the fact that she is living in an apartment and getting a part time job at the age of 13. The legal working age in France is 16. There are only a few instances where people work before the age of 16, but in Dan's case because she basically has no family those instances cannot be applied. There's really no way around it, you'll have to take the part out. If she loses her grandparents and no one else is there to take her in, she'd probably end up in an orphanage, not in an apartment on her own. Also, you only mention that her grandparents made her a vampire, and then you say they died. If they're vampires, how did they die so suddenly?

Alright. Now I think I got it.

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You still didn't explain how your grandparents died, but vampires can die, it's just hard to do. Also I highly doubt someone your age could do some of the magic you claim. I know this whole subject is realistic, but try to be as much as possible.

Must be Sournois

[judesiriano]

First Name: Jude
Last Name: Siriano
Age: Fifteen
Appearance:

History:

Born in New Zealand to two muggles, Jude grew up with no understanding of the magical world. His father, Ben Siriano (a Frenchman), met Grace White on his vacation. When the descion for where they would live three years later, the island nation was the place they decided on. However, when a toddler-aged Jude got lost in the local woods, the young couple became terrified and changed themselves to a tiny home in Paris. Between the two mediocre jobs they both had, though, it was the only one they could afford. Jude learned French from his father and thus entered muggle school fluent in the language. Sadly, however, the boy was horrible at all things academic, and soon faced problems for picking fights and getting bad grades. At that point, the adult Sirianos were considering pulling him out of the public school and trying to scrape up money for a boarding school. At age eleven, though, came an easier way. Jude was to learn magic at Beauxbatons, a place no one he pestered had ever heard of. At the castle, his schoolwork improved slightly, seeing as he found magic slightly more interesting. He adjusted quickly, and soon became very happy at the school.

Personality:

Somewhat to the contrary opinion, Jude Siriano is not a bad kid. Bad temper aside, Jude's a very friendly person, and often tries to get along with everyone he meets. His charisma couldn't be mistaken for arrogance; in fact, he openly shuns anyone he feels to be conceited or obnoxious. This is usually the only case when he gets angry with other people. He's a funny kid, as well. Jude can make a joke or a laugh out of almost every situation he comes upon. However, this is coupled with his extreme tendency to be lazy. Jude won't do anything he doesn't enjoy unless someone with authority pesters him constantly, and even then he does it begrudgingly. He can often been seen gazing off into space during class or downright sleeping. Sure, he likes a nice game of soccer when he's in the mood, but otherwise he'll be found slacking away in his room.

Sample RP:

Jude Siriano had never been a particularly good liar, and this was the truth-- mornings were truly the the worst time of the day. Yawning and combing his unruly blonde hair with his fingers, the teenager sauntered out of his dormitory, through the castle, and down to the grounds. Admittedly, it was better to wake up in a magestic French castle than a dingy house in the center of France, but the bright sun still stung the young man's eyes as he heaved a sigh and sat down at the base of a tree. Clutched under his right arm was a thick textbook, one that appeared to be practically unread. In fact, it was. Jude had done almost no studying the entire year, and it was starting to look like a pretty big issue. Being kicked out of school would be the worst possible thing to happen to him. Shuddering at the thought of being forced back into the stuffy elementary school he'd previously gone to, Jude squared his shoulders and cracked the thing open. Studying couldn't be that bad, right? He'd seen people doing it during breakfast. Hope filling him, Jude squinted at the miniscule text covering the entire page. Disbelief coursed through him. Feeling the first wave of anger hit him, Jude clenched his teeth, hefted the book, and heaved it a few feet from where he rested. Under his breath, he muttered a quiet, "This is hopeless." Rubbing his eyes, Jude let the back of his head hit the rough tree bark. School was too hard.

Must be Sournois

[tripledeck]

Name: Raynee Abigail Robinson

Nicknames: Rain, Raynee, Abbi, Gail, Big

Appearance:

History: Raynee was born to a particular rich and strict parents. She was the fourth among the children and also the youngest. Her three older siblings were triplets and constantly fought over everything, including her. She was the favorite child of her parents, being taught and raised by a really strict aunt she should be.

She was constantly spoiled by her parents, her parents also bought a few things for her older sister and brothers. She was bought gowns, slippers and even jewelry by her parents, giving her a little selfish touch. Sooner or later, her aunt corrected her behavior with a rather nasty beating, making a feud appear. Her parents against her aunt. A week or so, the family had taken sides already. A half by her parent's side, the other half at her aunt's.

Not wanting to join the feud, Raynee lied to her aunt and parents. If one would ask her what side she was on, she'd lie and say that she was on her parent's side or her aunt's, depending on what the side the family member was.

A few years after, the feud had subsided, along with her aunt. Her aunt had died because of tuberculosis which an unkown someone had passed her. During the funeral, she had stayed at the back with her older sister and brothers and had just chatted with them

She was planting roses on the garden when an owl flew towards her. She didn't knew what it wanted so she ran towards her parent's mansion, screaming like a madgirl. SHe arrived and bolted the door behind her. She later dashed to her room and bolted that too. But when she arrived, the owl was looking at her and hooting softly. It dropped the letter and flew off.

Scared, she opened it and was surprised to know that she was a witch. She cried happily and went to tell her parents. All of her ancestors were witches and wizards so it wasn't a surprise to know that Raynee was one. Her sister and brothers were already at Beauxbatons so she couldn't wait to start.

A few days after she had owled back, she left with her sister and brothers and went to Beauxbatons.

Personality: Raynee's a shy girl. If you'd rate her, she'd be #1 of the shiest in the family. She loves to take long walks and she hates feuds, especially if one of the fighters die. She hates being always scolded and has a rebellious side in her that takes control when she's stressed or sick of her life, though she always gets tired of being a rebel so she sheds her rebellious side again and back to her old shy self.

Sample RP:
Raynee walked out of her empty bedroom and into the hallway of her house. It was a rather quiet night since no one was awake and not a single car was outside. It was nearing midnight and Raynee had awoken because of a nightmare. She shivered and considered of staying up for some time.

She walked a few steps and heard some gabbering in her brother's room. She opened it a small crack and peeked inside. Her brothers were arguing about something, again. She sighed and closed the door. Her teddy bear pajamas fitting her perfectly. She had on her slippers, pink robe and pajamas. She went down and took some milk from the refrigerator and ser gulped it down.

She yawned and began the steady march up her room, this time making noise. Her sister went out and whispered, "Be quiet Abbi. Juniper's sleeping, you know." Juniper was her older sister's best friend and she was here for a sleep over. "Fine." mutter Raynee and she trudged to her room. Upon entering it, she collapsed on her bed and soon fell asleep.

Must be Cossu

[maggieconelly]

About You

Character

Name:
Margaret Grace Johanna Connelly
Nicknames:
Mags, Maggie Grace
Age:
17
Birthday:
August 15th, in Nashville, Tenn.
Parents:
Mother - Aliza Grace (Connelly) Hilton - stay at home Mom
Stepfather - Keeghan Michael Hilton - Realtor/billionaire

Father - Raymond Cecil Connelly Sr. (deceased)

Siblings:
Older brother - Raymond Cecil Connelly Jr. (deceased)
Twin sister - Mary Candice Connelly (deceased)

Step Sister - Jennifer Elaine Hilton age 25
Step brother - Derek Charles Hilton age 20
Half brother - Jacob Conner Hilton age 15
Half brother - Michael Jay Hilton age 7
Half sister - Kayla Lynn age 5
Half sister - Prudence Adelaide age 2

Appearance:
Maggie was born with an amazing curly brown hair. When the light strikes her hair the right way you can see the light golden brown highlights that are spread out throughout Maggie hair is fairly long and flowing softly down to her shoulder. Maggie styles her hair down most the time keeping it out of her face but sometimes when she is lazy or tired she would throw her thick mess of curls into a ponytail.

Maggie has strking brown eyes. She has long muscular legs that she likes to show off. She prefers short skirt to jeans, anything really to show off her figure which she works hard to keep by running and doing pilates.

She may look and dress like the girl next door, but she is far from it. Maggie's got scars on her inner thighs and up and down her arms from cutting herself to deal with the guilt of being the reason why her Father, brother and twin sister where brutally murdered when she was thirteen by her then boyfriend and a group of his friends who were looking for Maggie and mistaken her twin sister for her.

For her 18th birthday, Maggie got a heart tattoo on her right shoulder with 'Together We Can' in memory of her family.

Portrayed By:
Eliza Dushku
Picture:


Personality:
Maggie is someone who can be someone's best friend. She would do all the things friends do, such as talk, and joke around. She can be a very friendly person when she wants to be but don't get on her bad side. Maggie is also a person with a very short tempered so it isn't good to piss her off, even if your her friend. Maggie tends to lose control of her anger and will lash out on people.

She hates girls who think they are all that with 'their s**t don't stink' kind of additues. Maggie prefers a few friends she can trust over a large group who can easily back stab and bad mouth you behind your back.

Maggie is very close to step siblings and adores her half brother and sister. Her step Father treats her as if she was his own, her Mother on the other hand has treated Maggie like she had th plaque. She blames the murder of her first family complelty on Maggie and in turn whenever their around each other, there is tension that ends in a fight with Maggie runnig from the room crying.

Maggie's step father, who had kind of the same past as Maggie; makes sure she has everything she needs while in California. From a new car to clothes to spending money. He doesn't care how much she spends as long as it's not on drugs. Which Maggie has been sober from for almost three years.

Likes/Dislikes:
Likes:
+ Smoking
+ Music
+ Jack Daniels
+ Black Velvet
+ Fire
+ Photography
+ Writing
Dislikes:
- Plastic girls
- Teachers
- Vodka
- Forplay
- Opera
- Clowns

Hobbies:
= Music
= Partying


History:
Maggie was born 16 years ago to Xavier and Sylvia Conelly, in South London in the Borough of Greenwich. Both parents are wizards, her father works for the Ministry of magic as an Auror. Her mother works part time as a nurse at St. Mungos hospital. Even though Maggie is a pureblood, she never knew of her magical heritage until the day she received her letter to Beauxbatons. Since she had never shown any magical abilities her parents decided not to tell her anything. In fear that if they did mention to her about magic and nothing happened, she would be disappointed.

Maggie had quite a normal childhood because of this fact; she was the perfect child (In her parent’s eyes). She never caused any problems for them, never got into trouble and always did as she was told. When she was around six years old, she met two other children in her school who would become her two best friends. Layla and Danny, the three of them had lots in common and were inseparable once they got to know each other. They would spend the night at each others houses, never missed each other’s birthdays. And whenever one of them went on vacation, the other two would be invited.

When Maggie was eight years old, she began to grow curious as to what her parents did for a living. And one night she asked them, stating that every other kid in the school knew what their parents did except her. Both her parents looked at each other and tried to quickly think of something, finally deciding on her dad was a lawyer and her mom was a nurse. Her parents breathed a sigh of relief when Maggie seemed satisfied with that answer, seeing as their daughter was now happy she had something to say about her parents.

After that, things went downhill.

She and her two best friends, Layla and Danny had followed some other kids from school to this abandoned house. When they all began to play, Maggie knew that her parents would disapprove of this but she did it anyways. She would regret it though; she was standing under one of the windows when one of the other kids threw a ball. It hit and shattered the window, and she could not get out of the way in time. A piece of the glass had gone down her back; she ended up getting stitches and a scar.

When her 11th birthday came along, she got a surprise she was not expecting. And so did her two best friends who were at her house at the time, they were all sitting around the breakfast table when an owl flew in. Maggie’s eyes went wide, and her two best friends ended up chocking on their food. Her parents though, exchanged glances and knew what it was all about. After everybody had settled down, her father handed her the letter and together with her mother explained everything. They asked Layla and Danny to keep what they had just seen and heard, a secret. They promised they would.

Maggie had a lot to think about and digest, and told her parents she needed some time to think about it all and come to a decision. Her parents understood and gave her that time, a few days later Maggie went to her parents and told them she wanted to go, and learn all about magic and her heritage. Her parents were glad; her father even got her a snowy owl which she named Calcifer. Six years later she is still attending and learning and her two best friends had kept the secret. The three of them still communicate and hang out when she is home.



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The heat was almost unbearable as swiftly moved across the front lawns of the dreary looking castle. Even though summer was basically over it was still as hot as hell outside. The sun was taking no pity today. It was bearing down on the place like it was going out of style. Maggie had set out to find a bit of shade about five minutes ago but hadn't had any luck so far. Every tree she saw had students already seated underneath it. Even the black lake was crowded. Usually most students were skeptical about getting in the murky water but today nobody seemed to care. When Maggie had passed by it students had been playing around and splashing each other like kids. It looked kind of fun. You know what Beauxbatons needed? A swimming pool. For girls named Shae only. Mags lips curled into a small smile at the thought but her focus soon returned to the fact that she was about to explode from all this heat and she needed to be inside. Inside. Why did that just cross her mind now? Nobody ever really went to the Clock Tower and it was pretty cool there. Just the fact that it would be in the shade was good enough for her.

At least Maggie was dressed cool enough. She had on a white halter neck and a pair of hip huggers. As she climbed up the stairs of the Clock Tower she found herself grateful that she hadn't dressed more warmly. Usually Mags was the type of girl you'd just find in pants for she didn't exactly like to show a lot of skin. Today it was just too hot for modesty though. Maggie honestly couldn't care less if she was one of those girls out by the lake in a skimpy bikini. As long as she was cool. Speaking of cool, it was nicer than she remembered in the tower. There was a bit of a draft in the stairwell but it felt nice seeing as it was way too hot outside. When she reached the top of the stairs it got a little warmer but Maggie didn't mind much at that point. She just walked over to a window and leaned against it as she looked out to the grounds. Some kid was sneaking up on a girl with a water balloon behind his back. Mags found it hard to hold back a smile as she watched the younger kid throw the water balloon at the girl. Of course she freaked out and chased after the boy. That was probably what he had wanted. After a soft sigh Maggie turned her attention elsewhere on the outside world and waited for something even more exciting to happen.

As pretty as this may be set up, you messed up in a few places. One, if she lives in Nashville, how can she go to Beauxbatons? She wouldn't.

Looks like you fixed the RP Sample, but don't forget about the above I asked. Thanks.

[joliedoiron]

First name: Jolie

Last name: Doiron

Nickname: Jo

Appearance: Jo has short brown hair. She has enchanting dark blue eyes, with a pale face and red lips.

History: Jo was born in France, but grew up in Fiji. She came from a family of mermaids and wizards-her mother was half-meramid, and her father was a wizard. She was found as a baby in a boat drifting by Kadava, by a girl. She was brought to Ros, and grew up with her. She learned that she wasn't Fijian and had to leave when she was 11 years old.

Personality: Jo can get mean mean mean, but for GOOD reasons. She is imaginative and an amazing writer (Or so she is told). She loves to draw, listen to music, Write, and just chill out. She is jumpy and never has nothing to do, she laaaaves her friends and laaaves making new ones, she absoloutly adores fantasy worlds and doesn't like to say they don't exist, because there is at least a million in her mind.

Sample RP: Jo sat staring at the beatiful sunset doing her favourite thing- a thing no one else could do. She picked up a sick, spinned it around, and made smoke come out of it. She heard a rustle in the leaves behing her and dropped the stick, looking behind her.
"Oh, it's only you, Fiji." She laughed as her monkey cocked his head and hopped onto her shoulder. She picked up the stick again but was interrupted yet one more time.
This time it was To(w).
She stood up immediatly. "I'm sorry about being mad at you today, are you okay from the branch? I really didn't mean to-"
"Hush," To(w) said. "I need to tell you something." He sat beside Jo. "You have, how should I say it...magic in your soul. That branch wasn't an accident. It fell because you were angry. And I know you can do that thing with the smoking stick. Thats probably what caused the fires..." He looked up thoughtfully. "But anyway, Jo. You have to go to a school for magic, not the things that you learn here in my clan. You have to go to France where you belong."
First she couldn't beleive it. She didn't want to leave!
"I'll never forget you, To(w)." She said. And they sat together, watching the sun set.

You didnt include her age. Also, if she left Fiji, where did she go? Your appearance is really short. Either include a picture or add some more. Also, add a bit more to the history.

[kaylamichellew]

First Name: Kayla (Michelle middle name is)
Last Name: Welbourne
Age: 16
Appearance: Kayla is a fairly pretty girl. She has silky black hair, usually with red ends. She is average for height, and not really cubby. She has deep brown eyes, like chocolate. She looks very, very light and skinny. She is skinny, but not as light as she may look on the outside.

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(Picture with her BFF, Veronica. She’s on the right)
History: Kayla Michelle Welbourne had siblings, but never knew any of them. She was born on January 25th, 1991. She always thought her parents were killed, but she never really knew what happened to them for sure. So, she ended up going to an orphanage. She didn’t stay there very long, and was adopted by the age of 1 years old. Anna and Jack Magnusson took her in, but let her keep her last name.

When Kayla was about to turn 6 years old, she finally started going to school. She met a friendly girl named Veronica, and they instantly became best friends. Veronica eventually was nicknamed ‘Vee.’ So, naturally Kayla ended up as ‘Kay.’ Veronica was probably the best singer you would ever meet in your life. Kayla had a pretty good singing voice, but not nearly as good as Veronica’s beautiful voice.

At the age of 9, something terrible happened with Veronica’s parents. They were in a horrible car wreck, and the worst part is her mother was pregnant with a baby. Her mother survived, but they father and unborn baby didn’t. The baby was taken out, and buried at just two months old. Her mother couldn’t take care of Vee, because she became disabled. So, Vee moved in with Kayla, which was lucky for them both, in a way.

Kayla and Veronica did have to share a room, which wasn’t as fun as they thought it would be. Sometimes they would get sick of each other, but they were still going to be best friends forever. The usually never fought, unless it was about shoes, clothes or the bathroom which they shared. They wore the same shoe size, and the same clothes size. It was really surprising how much they were alike each other.

Later than most kids, she got her letter saying that she was accepted into Beauxbatons. Her adopted parents knew everything about it, as they had been good friends with her real parents. They told her everything, about being a pure blooded which, at the age of 15 back then. Veronica was secretly very jealous of Kayla, but she wouldn’t admit it. She was also happy for her, so she ignored her jealousy.

Personality: Kayla is a very friendly girl, and loves having fun. She has a couple of hobbies, including singing, reading, and watching T.V. She isn’t the lazy, do nothing type but is very active. She loves climbing, and can climb nearly anything. She isn’t evil at all, unless some one insults her very, very badly. She hasn’t good control of her magic when she’s angry, but she has usually control of her anger.

She is very smart in all classes, except for Math at a muggle school. For magic, she is horrible at Transfiguration. She has always been interested in the Dark Arts, but she doesn’t really know why. She likes all subjects in both muggle, and witch/wizard schools. Her best subject is reading for muggle school, and probably Charms or Dark Arts for her magical new school.

Kayla loves reading, and has always been an outdoor type of girl. She is mysterious in a way, and will do very odd things for boys. She falls in love with boys who are smart, and kind hearted to her. She recycles paper and cans of muggle soda. She enjoys outdoors, and is very Closter phobic in right spaces. She is a favorite girl, except for friends. Her favorite food is back potatoes, favorite color is orange, and her favorite animal is probably horses, cats, or a polar bear.

Like other girls, Kayla does have flaws. She can't run very fast, and isn't very good at beating people up. She can be quite a brat at times, but other times she can be nice. She isn't very good at jokes, and is actually quite cheesey when it comes to jokes. She is a picky eater when it comes to healthy foods, and her exercise made her skinny. She can not dance, period. It is like, really bad when she tries to dance. It isn't pretty. Period.

Sample RP: Kayla walked around her room, almost in tears. Tonight she would be leaving to go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. She had packed nearly all her bags, except for one. She packed her poster of muggle singers/band, Jonas Brothers, Ashley Tisdale, Jordin Sparks, and Mikayla. She sober lightly, missing every thing. She would almost NEVER see Veronica, and her mother, and her father who had took her in.

Kayla sniffled her nose, and whipped her eyes. She grabbed her picture of herself, Veronica, her mother, and her father. She carefully put in a small, black case. She put the small sack in her big purse, and wanted to scream. She HAD to go to this school, and she had NO choice. Why did SHE have to go? Why couldn’t of some one else gone instead? Why her! “Why!” She sobbed, and collapsed on to her soft bed.

Veronica came into the room, and walked over to Kayla. “I’m so jealous of you, but I shouldn’t be. You are leaving nearly everything behind, I could never leave this place. If you really are a witch, well, I’ll miss you.” Veronica started bawling to, as if she was 5 and wasn’t getting a toy that she was promised to get. Kayla stood up, and hugged Veronica, and they cried like they were 5 year olds once again.

Kayla let go, and sat down on her bed. She whipped away tears, and looked at Veronica. “I still clearly remember the day I met you. It was our first day of Kindergarten, and we started talking about ourselves. We sat by each other with Johnny, and Anna across of us. We sat by each other at lunch by ourselves, and started talking again. We became the closest friends in only a matter of minutes.”

Kayla and Veronica started crying, as there was a knock at the door. The whipped away there tears. Tommy, Blake, and Sarah all came in to say Bye. She blinked, and then said it. “Bye, Sarah.” She said, and hugged Sarah. They both cried. “Bye, Blake.” Blake wasn’t her boyfriend, but a good friend. They hugged, and didn’t cry as much. “Bye, Tommy.” Tommy was her boyfriend, so Kayla started crying a lot.

Veronica patted Kayla on the back, and rubbed it. “Just do it.” She whispered in her ear. Kayla nodded, and said. “Tommy, I really love you. I wish you could come with me to Bea- I mean, Italy for the school year.” She said, and hugged him. She then explained everything. “I really am gonna miss you. I’ll right you every week.” She sobbed, and did it. She kissed Tommy on the lips, and held it there for a few minutes.

Kayla released Tommy, and Tommy too was crying. “I know, I want to come to B-Italy. It’s so weird you’re going to Italy instead of Bermuda. Very strange you switched countries. Bye, Kayla. I’ll right you to.” He said, grinning slightly. “But, we can’t be together, anymore. Incase, I meet another some one. But if I come back single, we are getting together.” She said, and cried even more.

Tommy nodded, and whipped away his tears, too. “Group hug.” Veronica suggested, and Kayla pulled everyone into a group hug. They silently sobbed, except for Sarah. She bawled loudly, and Kayla wanted to scream that she was leaving, and probably wouldn’t come back. She didn’t though, so she wouldn’t ruin this sad moment, and make it ever worse. That wouldn’t be good, and she suppressed a sigh.

“You guys need to go, like now.” Kayla finally said, looking at the time. It was 4:13, and she would be going to Beauxbatons are 5:30. “I’m leaving in a little over an hour, and have to get to the t—airport soon. I’ll miss you all, and right to you all.” She said, in between her tears. They nodded, and Sarah and Kayla both sniffled. Sarah, Blake, and Tommy all left the room, for over a year probably.

I dont really think there is a magical orphanage, so I doubt that a muggle orphanage would know she has magic. Which means that her adoptive parents wouldn't know she has magic. She's somewhat borderlining Mary Sueing. You're riding the line on that one. So, she doesn't have good control over her magic when she gets angry, but she has control over her anger, which would mean she has good control over her magic? I guess the personality is alright, but for now its just the history.

I changed the history for the magical orphanage stuff, and I added a paragraph of flaws in the personality. Is it good now?

[maplewind]

First Name:Ever
Last Name: Wind (translated from the mandarin word "feng")
Age: 16
Appearance: www.slooo.com/Animation/UploadFiles_3200/200703/200732482550169.jpg

History: Ever was borned in Romania, where she lived with her parents Riko Miyagi (mother), Keith Wind (father) and Ryan Wind (her brother). Her mother is a Japanese while her father a Chinese. Even so, for generations, the Wind(s) had lived in Romania. Ever had never been to Japan neither China. The Wind(s) and Miyagi(s) are all purebloods, they are one of the rare ancient magic families in the wizarding world. Riko and Keith studied and reared dragons in Romania as their occupations.

When Ever was 4, Ryan 9, both her parents died while trying to tame a wild dragon. They then moved to Paris where their aunt Sumireko Miyagi lived. Aunt Sumireko raised them up as her own children, providing them the best education in the Beauxbatons Academy. Even though her parents were killed by dragons, Ever never despised nor afraid of dragons. Instead, she shown great interest and liking in these magical creatures, probably inheriting her parents' passion for dragons.

For now, Ryan had returned to Romania,after graduating from Beauxbatons, to continue his late parents' study of dragons. While Ever continued her studies in Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Personality: Ever is a very clever girl, inheriting after her parents' wisdom. She usually keep to herself in school, burying all her thoughts and feelings deep down inside her heart. She is cool and calm, never hasty and panic even in the worst times. Although quiet, Ever is very brave, loyal and righteous, probably could be said as fearless, if by ignoring her fear for bugs. She sets her pride highly in all times, wanting for the best in everything.

But however calm Ever is, her weakness is that she have quite difficulty sometimes in controlling her anger. She could be rather straightfoward and hurting too, when she is in a bad mood. Yet, undenyable, Ever is really an extremely excellent witch and most times, she is quite a nice one to go along with.

Sample RP: A slim figure of a young maiden was visible sitting on a large rock at the lake banks. Her hair was a shde of almond-brownish, flying wildly behind her in the wind. A little pale goldish-brown dwarf owl perched on her shoulder as she gazed dreamily across the shimmering silvery waters, her eyes shining enthusiastically like a couple of black diamonds.

The little owl pecked lovingly on her ear, spreading his wings and hovered in the air in front of her. "Why Pixie? Hungry?" Asked the teenager girl softly. Pixie hooted a string of bird-talk before flying off towards the horizon in search of food.

The girl smiled lightly and raised her wrist to see a thin silver chain bracelet on it. It was the only gift she had from her parents. They had now died, she will always remember the time people coming to bring the news of their death. Their greive faces and her brother's shocked and tearstained 9-years-old face was always there in her mind like a nightmare.

The young girl stood up and walked slowly towards the majestic towers of the school, her figure bathed in the sunlight was tall and elegant. Her chain glittered under the sunlght. A very tiny pendant was hung on it. A string of words were engraved on it. Her name.

Ever Wind.

You need to work on your grammar big time. Fix that and I will sort you. Make sure to spell check the application as well.