Sorting (Term Eight)

[talitha]

First Name:Talitha Desmire
Last Name: Clearwater
Age: 13
Appearance: Talitha has brown hair,which is below her shoulder,she has dark brown attractive eyes,her figure is tall,slim.She has a very clear face,which looks like its glowing.Her parents call her 'Tally' for short
History: Talitha's mother was a Veela,Arianna,but her father is a Wizard,she inherties her looks from both her parents.They moved to france when she was 7,so shes fluent in French and English.Her Grandmother was french,so shes was part French before she moved there.
Personality: Talithas personalitys,funny,kind,caring,shes always willing to help others.Shes brave when it comes down to it.She follows her heart more than her mind.She speaks out for what is right,and most of the time speaks her mind.She loves dancing and swimming.
Sample RP: Talitha sat alone in her room,thinking about last lesson.She'd been told off for helping someone with the answers and had gotten told off for it.She sighed deeply.There was a knock at the door and she turned to face to answer it."Come in!"She called....A young girl popped her bushy brown head round the door."Ooh there you are..ive been looking all over for you.."she said,with a hint of a french accent.Talitha smiled."Ooh...sorry.."she smiled.The little girl shuffled through the door way."I-i- wanted to say thank you..for what you did earlier..."She smiled.Talitha nodded and smiled warmly back at her."Your welcome..."The little girl waved quickly and walked out.That made Talitha smile for the rest of the day.



This entire thing needs work. Your spelling and grammer needs some serious work. You need to space between sentences and puntuation, and you need to check your spelling. The appearance is short, the history is short, and the personality is a cookie cutter Mary Sue. I'm sorry, but your character needs to be real, and she needs to have flaws. Please work on this entire thing. Oh, and you need to have a last name in your display name.

[babybear]

babybear said:

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

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

Personality: Ahhh. Alex Parken, what is she like? She's energetic, and extremely involved. But that doesn't mean academically. She doesn't likes to be the center of attention, or show off She strives to be liked just for her. She's not a hard person to get along with, at all, she's just one who knows what she wants and where she's going...most of the time. Shes a lover of laughter, she stays out of peoples business, and no way in will she ever say no to a good friend, nor will she be afraid to tell it like it is. True she may be a little to sweet...and quiet, but when set to work on a task she takes interest in.Sometimes if people get her too upset, she could have anger problems, or she loses control of her vampire side, her canines seems to grow even longer (than normal when she tries to pull them out) when she goes out of control, but when she wakes up the next morning, she doesn't remember one thing. She has been trying to remember what she has done, but all she gets is horrible thoughts not even dealing with what happened, its like she is seeing her own future, of loneliness. She's a brave, idealist little orphan with a taste for reading and some boys. But ever since she found out she was a vampire she is a bit different. Alex is still loved by a lot of people, but doesn't show her affection much. She doesn't have a hot spot for mean people, and knows how to put people in their place, but other than that her anger is hard to control.

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

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

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

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

I modified it

While re-reading it, I just didn't see too many flaws. You basically said "she's this, but she's not too much of this". Please add a few flaws to make her more real.

I added at least three more flaws

Must be Rouerie

[dragon]

First Name:May
Last Name: Roma
Age: 13

Appearance:Hazel Eyes are the sprinkles on May's slightly round face with brunette curls as the frosting. She's 5'3" tall and at normal, average weight. Her upper body is hourglass shaped and she has stong muscular legs.


History: May was born on June 1st in a small magical community in Ireland. The house she lived in had been in the family from centuries. Ghosts of her ancestors roam the house but they don't harm anyone unless the family is not of Roma blood. Her, her two brothers, her sister, parents and crabby grandmother live in the 4 bedroom house. It was tradition to attend Hogwarts but May doesn't tend to follow tradition and decided to go to Beauxbatons after 2 years of hogwarts. There she had cousins from France who attended beauxbatons.

When May was 12 she saw a battle between a dragon and a slayer. May was fascinated in dragons and was devastated when the dragon had lost defending her baby. May was furious at the dragon slayer and while they were arguing he lost his balance and fell into the river behind him. The slayer was not good at swimming and covered in armor, he drowned. May felt guilty but soon got over it. She ran over to the baby dragon and carried it home. It now lives under the love and care of her mother in Ireland, and Amy visits it every chance she gets.

Personality: May is obsessed with dragons and uses her artistic talents to draw the ones she sees in books and creates her own dragons and creatures. May inherited her ability to draw from her mother and her mother taught her. She looks through the window in her mind instead of out the window of a building. Nature is her inspiration. She is a spunky, creative girl who is always optimistic. Her life isn't perfect but she tries to make the most out of it anyway. She is smart, funny, but not a good singer. May doesn't repeatedly go over what's wrong with her and doesn't make up any problems in her head. She accepts who she is unless there's something seriously wrong with her that is dangerous to her health. She will do what she can for her friends, family and dragons to help them if they need it. May's friends say she's a good listener and keeps secrets and promises most of the time. They also say she can be a bit rude and selfish at times, but May's not sensitive so they tell her when she's not acting like her normal self. May can sometimes go a little crazy but her friends just end up laughing along with her, and when something bothers May she's not afraid to tell it like it is. She doesn't have many talents but is definitely someone you'd want to have as a friend, though don't count on her bring nice 100% of the time.

Sample RP: May had just discovered a creature unknown to her, and it was chasing her through the forest. It’s a good thing I’ve been playing soccer since I was six, May thought when she glanced back at the creature and noticed its powerful legs. She smacked herself on the forehead already, telling herself she should have just challenged it to an arm-wrestling match. She laughed at the thought. Ha! The creatures’ arms were all skin and bone! Then she remembered that she was still being chased, and that her heart was pounding, and that she was running out of energy. Luckily, she noticed a giant hole in the ground. She knew that the thing that made the hole was a giant tarantula, and that tarantula would gobble up a creature like the one chasing her in no time. But there was only one problem: She couldn’t jump over the hole. She searched her mind to figure something out. Suddenly, an imaginary light bulb must have turned on above her head. This “It” won’t ever tag me! She thought. When she reached the hole, she stopped short and ducked, catching the creature, which was right behind her, by surprise. The ugly thing tripped and flew over her, screaming as it fell into the hole. The scream echoed. May got up, straightened out, and sighed, but panting. She gulped some water out of her canteen that kept slapping leg right leg as she ran. Aah, She thought, Peace at last. She sat down and leaned against a large maroon boulder. Wait, it was maroon? May looked at it a second time. But she was too tired to really care. She leaned back, closed her eyes, and rested. Hold on a second, she thought, eyes still closed, as she shifted uncomfortably, why is this boulder moving?

All you have for her personality is that she draws, which is more of a talent than part of her personality. You need to add more about her actual personality.

I added more to personality, and I guess the sample RP is about two or three paragraphs. I also checked it over for grammar and spelliong mistakes, though a few typos may still linger. can't type today...too out of it...*falls asleep* *snores*

Use spell check next time it will find and fix the typos.

Must be Rouerie

[ashleygurl]

First Name: Ashley (middle name Hope)

Last Name: Atkinz

Age: 13

Appearance:

History: Ashley was born in Paris, France on March 3rd, 1994. Her parents are Angela Len and Jack Atkinz. Her mother was a fashion designer, so she was often working and made the family money. They weren’t very rich, but they weren’t poor either. Her father stayed at home most of the time, and was basically a stay at home mom, only a dad. He did most of the cooking, and all of those types of things that a stay at home mom would do. Her father was always there for Ashley, and cared for her all the time, unlike her mother. Her mother was a caring woman, but usually didn’t have all that much time for Ashley because she was working to make money for the family.

When Ashley started going to school, at the age of four she met a girl named Tiffany. Tiffany and her became very close friends, in fact nearly sisters. Soon, they got a big suprise. They learned that their birthday’s were the exact same. At the age of 6 and a half, they both learned something even more surprising. They were twins! They then became even closer friends, but still had to live in separate houses because their parents couldn’t decide who would keep they girls. Obviously it was because they were fighting over the twins. Ashley’s mom was the birth mom, so Tiffany was actually adopted by her parents. Unlike Ashley, Tiffany was a squib.

A few months after Ashley turned 9, there was a terrible accident. Her mother was in a car crash, and was terribly injured in her right hand. She had seriously injured her right hand, and it became paralyzed. There forth, she had paralyzed her hand, causing her to no longer make clothes designs. Her mother then became a stay at home mom, and went to classes to learn how to use her left hand more often. So, sometimes Ashley would end up baby sitting herself, or going over to a friends house every Friday night for an entire year. Her father had to get a job, and became an English teacher at Ashley’s school. She started excelling in English after that.

That wasn't her only shocker. When Ashley turned 13, she got a HUGE shocker. She was sent a letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, telling her she was excepted. Her parents had a lot of explaining to do. That told her everything they knew about it. Her mother was a witch, and BAM there was another shocker. Her father had vampire blood, making her half-witch, and half-vampire. She was really freaked out for quite a while, especially at the vampire part. She wished that it was all a funny dream, but she realized it doesn't when she had to pack her bags, preparing to go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Personality: Ashley is a very nice girl. Well, most of the time. She looks like a complete sweet heart on the inside, and she is, sometimes (key word sometimes). She always loves making trouble, and enjoys it if she doesn’t get in too much trouble. She is creative at coming of with evil, and funny pranks. Though, she doesn’t suggest you get her mad, things will not end up pretty, well for the girl she’s pissed off at. So, she is a tough girl for the gist.

Ashley is in shape, and is very strong, but not just physically. She believes that you can do anything you really put your heart to, so she is strong minded. She is an encourager, and likes to smile a lot. She has very proper grammar, and is fluent in both English, and French. She knows a little in Spanish, and can say. ‘Let me stay up late or else.’ In many foreign languages. She is smart, but not super smart as in a geek.

Ashley loves to have fun, and laughs, a lot. She tries to be funny, but is usually laughing at her mistakes, and makes fun of herself a lot. She doesn’t mind people laughing at her, as long as she laughs with them. Unless it is a totally embarrassing mistake, then she tends to run away. She talks quite a lot, and always tries to lighten the mood. She is kind to animals and nature, and always has been. She is very boy friendly, but not to to friendly

Ashley is creative, but not alot. She had always been good in Writing, Reading, and Grammar. Those were really the only tings she was good in, well that's what she though. She aced those, while she was getting B's and high C's in everything else she took. She is an awesome singer, and is told she had a perfect voice. Though, you really don't want to see her dance. Or, attempt to dance atleast. It really, really isn't fun to watch, and you'll end up laughing your butt of at her.

Sample RP: Ashley sat alone on the bench at park, watching the sun set. She had come here the day before she left to Beauxbatons to tell her boyfriend finally that she was leaving. She waited alone, with tears streaking down her cheeks. She whipped her etes from tears, as she heard Jai walking up behind her. She started to cry again, just thinking about telling him that she was leaving. He walked up and sat by her, and said. “Hey, Ash. So, what’s up?”

Ashley said, “Hey, Jai. I need to tell you something, really important.” She started crying again. “What’s wrong?” He asked with concern in his eyes. She looked him in the eyes. “Don’t interrupt me.” He nodded in agreement. “I’m leaving, to go to a different school. I’m not like you. I’m completely different. I’m going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. I’m half witch, and half vampire. You’ve been dating a girl part vampire.”

Ashley explained crying. “I’m going there to be taught to control my magic. I’m staying there for awhile, in fact nearly all year. I can only come home in the summer, and and Christmas break. But, I have to tell you this, first. We can’t see each other, only right until I come home for the summer time. I’m sorry, I have to go there. It’s for better, that you don’t tell anyone this.” She wouldn’t stop crying.

Jai even looked like he would cry. “So, I won’t be able to see you.” He said, tears slipping down his cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’m leaving. But you aren’t a wizard, so you can’t come with me. It isn’t here is Paris either. It’s somewhere else I can’t tell you.” She said, and cried. She leaned over, and hugged him. They stood up, and said. “Good bye, I’ll miss you.” Ashley and Jai leaned towards each other, and kissed crying.


I think you still need to work on your sentence structure. Try saying the sentence out loud to see if it sounds right, if it doesn't then it probably needs to be fixed. I also feel that there are holes in your history, sometimes it seems things contradict each other. Work on these things and your post will be looked at again. Thank You.

Here's my repost

But why did her parents give up her twin? Whats the whole story there?

Ashley doesn't know the real reason, which is why I didn't put it in.

Ashley's parents didn't want to handle another child, and thought since Veronica was a little brat baby, it would be easier to care for only Ashley. There's the story.

Hope's it good enough, now

Well they are just evil people then lol...

Must be Sournois

[rosealie]

First Name:
Rosealie

Last Name:

Brenner

Age:

17

Appearance:

Rosealie has bright red hair. That is very curly. She has emerald eyes that twinkle. She has ghastly pale skin. Her ears are adorned with gems of all sorts. She wears a light layer of eye liner, and a thick layer of mascara. She has flawless skin that shimmers. She is tall, and skinny. She has a model's body. She wears a rosy red colored lipstick. Her hair showers her shoulders. She wears designer wear dresses all the time and high heels. Her nails are always painted with the color she wore that day. Her fingers are adorned with gems. She likes to wear the color emerald because it brings out her eyes. Rosealie isn't healthy, well she is but she hardly ever eats and thinks she's too fat.

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History:

Rosealie's mother name was Tosha Carl and her father was Paul Brenner. Rosealie lives in a very big manor accompanied by a ton of house elves. But her mother and father were always caring to the creatures and loved them, and treated them like they were apart of the family. Rosealie's favorite was Fiona; fore she had no brothers and sisters. Rosealie was reminded constantly that it didn't matter where her blood line came from; she was to treat everyone with respect and kindness. Rosealie was a pure-blood and had descendants from all kind. Her favorite Aunt is a vampire and one of her uncles was a wear wolf, as his family. She has half blooded, pure blooded cousins that she loves dearly. Her grandfather was a formerly death eater and not rots in Azkaban. Her grandmother is now 6 feet under. She was killed brutally by her grandfather, because he was acting on the dark lord's actions.

Personality:

Rosealie at times can be stubborn but soon gives in because she hates to fight or argue. Rosealie is smart, and loves to teach children. She is caring, loving, and is a peace giver. She loves cats, because they are so quiet. She is shy at first, but if you really know her she is able to tell you anything. She wishes to carry the world on her shoulders alone with out any help from anyone. She loves to read and write, and is fluent in 5 different languages. She dreams to visit the world. If any one would come up to her and begged for some kind of charity she would gladly give it to them. She loves children. She is very romantic. Rosealie has a temper, when you annoy her a lot. Rosealie shows no fear to anything. Rosealie is very emotional; she cuts herself when things are rough. Her mother constantly tells her to be better in every thing. Nothing is ever good enough for her. Rosealie wears a mask of no fears and confidence, but really she is always worrying.

Sample RP:

Rosealie walked out gracefully from her common room, she needed to get to class but she wanted to go outside and soak in the warmth of the sun. She clutched her books to her chest deathly afraid to not be accepted by the others. She saw the stares and the looks everyone gave her, her grandfather was a formally known deatheater and she knew it. But it was a burden that her family will have to carry for the rest of their lives. She walked quietly to her next class, looking only at the floor, afraid that people might think she's trying to curse them. She walked into a corridor, and there was no one there, she sighed in relief. She hated the stares and the looks, but she had to deal with it. Rosealie stopped and stood against a wall and took a deep breath to calm her. She soon wondered into an unfamiliar corridor. It was odd she knew she wasn't allowed there, but still it intrigued her. There were portraits of old headmistresses. They all looked at her like the others. But then one had the courage to say," Oi, what are you doing down here, first year?"
"I'm s-sorry, I was l-lost," she stammered.
"Lost? Ay...You are lost. Well this is the forbidden corridor and you’re not allowed down here."
"I'm s-sorry," was all she could say.
"Aren't you the granddaughter of Rabaston Brenner?"
"Y-yes."
"Ah...So are we expecting any trouble from you?"
"N-no."
"Ahh...a liar also."
"No, I'm not like him," she whispered.
"But you are, you are his grand-daughter, in many ways you are like him."
"No, no, no! I am not like him!" Rosealie said as she ran back the corridor.

Fixed

Must be Rouerie.

[belle]

First Name: Alicia
Middle Name: Kristen
Last Name: Nightshade
Age: 16

Appearance:

History: Alicia was born in Sao Paulo, Brazil on March 12, 1991. She lived in Rio de Janeiro, which is very close to the Atlantic Ocean. Her house was particularly large and her father taught her some wizarding skills at a young age. She was introduced to music and dance, taking voice lessons since when she was five, developing a lovely singing voice. Her passion had been drawing, mostly sketches of people. With a mix of magic and Muggle lifestyle, it seemed that she wouldn’t have any problems getting along in her life, both magic and Muggle. But when she was six years old, she had been diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes; a condition in which she was no longer able to produce insulin, a digestive juice necessary to keep her blood sugar at a normal level. So she needed to test her blood sugar, and to do so she needed to take a sample of blood. Her parents fussed over the possibility of vampires at Beauxbatons and what might happen. Alicia had been frightened by the thought as well, but the final decision was to move to France and see what happened.

In France, Alicia and her parents lived in Rennes, a city close to Paris. Since Alicia had grown up with her mother being French, she was fluent in the French language. She had been accepted into Beauxbatons and after a very long lecture from her parents about “do’s and don’ts” near vampires, she was ready to go. Her few years had been considerably easier than she had expected. But in her fourth year, she had been on the grounds, and tested her blood sugar. Unaware of the vampire near her, she pricked her finger and let the blood trickle onto the strip. The vampire attacked, nearly biting her, but something must’ve distracted it because it ran away at a speed that Alicia hadn’t thought possible.


Personality: Alicia has very good instincts, though she sometimes makes very irrational choices. She acts on impulse, not on thought most of the time. She reads quite a lot, mostly fiction unless it’s a magazine. She likes taking charge of things and is very proud; a trait that can work against her. She isn’t too naïve and always likes evidence to support any claims. Alicia can be funny, though she doesn’t make an extra effort to be a stand-up comedian. She appreciates honesty and can’t stand liars. She senses lies very well, though she doesn’t claim to be a mind reader. She can sometimes be very bubbly, but she can keep a straight face when necessary.

Sample RP: Alicia Kristen Nightshade quietly walked along the lake, knowing that she was breaking curfew. The silk nightgown draped her shoulders like curtains, trailing along then dirt ground. A light rain was falling, splattering her in the face. The wind howled through the frigid air as if to warn her that she would be caught in her act. But regardless, Alicia kept walking, the ground beneath her slowly turning into mud. Her fingers curled around the necklace that hung on her neck, a gift from her mother. A large pink diamond dangled from the silver chain, surrounded by amethysts, emeralds, and sapphires. It seemed to slow her breathing, calm down the thoughts that whirled senselessly in her head.

Finding a place to sit down, Alicia propped her chin on her ice cold hands. The rain started coming down in larger droplets, pounding against her back, drenching her clothes. Lightning crashed down on the lake and Alicia’s eyes widened in fear. She got up and started running blindly through the winding forest back in the direction of her dorm. She tripped over tree roots, scraping her knees on the dirt that was not yet wet and finally she fell harder and didn’t get up. Alicia examined the cuts on her knees, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Suddenly she heard a snarl come from behind her. She turned and saw a vampire in a crouched position ready to attack. She drew back, remembering the day that had happened so many years ago when she was attacked by vampires…

The image for appearance isn't working. Pretty much your entire history is shady. The vampires didn't bite her and she has no memory of it and no one knows why she was in the coma. She leaves school to be a muggle model? I don't think they'd allow it. I would rewrite your whole history. Also I see she's designing clothes and likes to sing, but add more to the personality, about her actual personality and not just hobbies and talents. Thanks.

I changed it.

Must be Sournois

[weasleysrock]

First Name: Amanda

Last Name: Grenn

Age: 11

Appearance:

History:
Amanda was born in the town of Nice, France on October, 17, 1994 to Emily and George Grenn. She has a twin sister named Devon, and a younger brother named Charlie, who is four. She got a toy broomstick for her third birthday, and has been very good at quidditch since. Her parents are both graduates of Beauxbatons, and so they knew all about the magical world, but, they were still thrilled when Amanda got her letter. She has been interested in the magical world ever since she could walk and talk, and she and her siblings used to hold out their hands like they were holding wands, and have fake duels.

Personality:
Amanda is an interesting girl. She loves art, and is a very talented artist. She also loves to write. Poetry, fiction, non-fiction, you name it, she'll write it. She writes everyday, and is currently writing a novel. She loves to read, and goes through several books a week, but sometimes, if she doesn't have time, she'll only go though a few a week, but, the point is, she reads a lot. She loves to play sports, whether they're muggle or wizarding sports. One other thing that Amanda does a lot is help out around the house. With her younger brother requiring attention, some things around the house just don't get done, and that's when Amanda comes in. She can be stubborn at times, and also can be shy. She isn't shy around her friends, but is shy around new people. She gets fairly good grades, but, at times, they can go down. She works very hard, and OS very determined. Amanda is very good at organizing things, and can sometimes freak out if things aren't clean or organized. She won't in her life be messy though, so that's good.

Sample RP:
Amanda ran down the stairs, her hair whipping behind her. "What mom?" Amanda asked; her mom had called her downstairs, and it sounded important. "Guess what?" Her mom asked.
"What?" Amanda questioned, getting impatient.
"You got your letter to Beauxbatons!" Her mom told her, practically screaming.
"Wow! Cool!" Amanda replied enthusiastically.
"Term starts on September first." Her mom informed her.
"So, if it's August 21st, that means we have around two weeks." Amanda calculated.
"Right. So, I was thinking.." Her mom started.
"Mom! I can handle it!" Amanda said, annoyed.
"All right." Her mom said, tentatively.

Amanda went back upstairs, grabbing her suitcase out of the hall closet as she went. Amanda went into her room, throwing the suitcase on her bed. She opened her dresser, and started pulling out her wizarding clothes; she, her mom and some of her siblings had all gone out to Diagon Alley the previous week to get things for school, seeing as they knew that they would be getting the letters. "Let's see..." She thought. "I have my robes, wand, books, and all that.." Amanda thought out loud. She picked it all up and started to fold the clothes.

She placed the clothes in the suitcase, leaving a robe with her wand in the pocket for the train. Amanda pulled the suitcase off her bed and placed it by her door. She walked over to her bed, flopping down on it. She was thrilled about going to Beauxbatons, but she was nervous all the same. She knew all about the world she was about to be in day and night, so that helped her nervousness a bit. "Mom! I'm packed!" Amanda called down the stairs.
"Already?" Her mom said, surprised.
"Ya!" Amanda called down the stairs.

Amanda came down the stairs once again, hungry for food. "What do we have to eat?" Amanda asked her mom eagerly.

Add more to the personality. Also your RP isn't strong enough, add more to it so I can see what you can do.

Fixed it

Must be Cossu

[zackary]

First Name: Zackary

Last Name: Logan

Age: 17

Appearance:

Zack has mid-length blond hair, that is done like most boys of the emotive or punkish persuasion. It looks swept to the side, going over his eyebrows and part of his eyes. He washes it everyday, loving his hair and wanting to make sure it always looks fine. Other than washing it, he doesn't really do anything to it. He doesn't color it or go all crazy. He just likes to be himself.

He has the iciest blue eyes you'll ever see. They almost look like Marilyn Manson contacts. That's possibly the best thing about his appearance. He has normal guy eyebrows, kind of bushy but not caveman-bushy. He never tells anyone, but he does shorten them if they do get too big. He likes to look clean. He's not a fanatic about his looks, but he's like any teenager. He does want to look good. Never know who you're going to run into.

Has has a really nice smile, another good feature. He has naturally sharp canines, especially since he's of wolf blood. He doesn't tell anyone though. Most people would run away in fear of being eaten. You can't do that and expect people to just believe you. It eats him up inside slowly, especially because no matter how much he fell in love, he couldn't be with them forever--unless he turned them.

As for piercings and tattoo's, he does have a lipring and a earring. He treasures them, really. He got them when he went to a muggle mall and had them done by his cousin that worked inside a Spencer's store. He does have a tattoo, but nobody knows about it. They are phoenix wings that span from shoulder-blade to shoulder-blade, on his back.

Clothing and style-wise, he usually wears faded jeans and a band t-shirt, but it varies. He only wears those when he really wants to be noticed. All his faded jeans fit him pretty snug anyway. His band shirts sometimes vary to button-ups and some kind of shirt you'd get an American hot-topic. As for shoes, he likes to wear converses, black and white checkered converses are his favorites. He likes anything studded, spanning from bracelets to belts.

History:

The clock stuck midnight on the night before Halloween, cries flooding a hospital room. An adult man seemed to by crying and screaming more than the baby that was just born. The baby had bright blue eyes; almost violet. He weight 9 1/2 pounds and was cute as a button, according to Joanna Logan, the woman having just delivered the baby. "We'll call him Zackary.", the woman exclaimed. And that was the history of how Zackary came to be, skipping all of the bad stuff.

It was a day and a half later, but finally, Jamison and Joanna Logan got to take their baby home. Jamison had the pure brown hair and Joanna had bright crystal eyes and blonde locks, which were the layout of Zackary's looks, besides his fathers lips and face structure. The baby Zackary were their pride and joy, their most prized possession, if you will. In an instant, he was so spoiled with love, which made him such an mischievous little boy growing up. He always knew he was magical, and he always used to make things float around to annoy his parents. But they knew he'd be more mischievous if they kept him in New York City. They then moved to London, England.

Through his toddler years, he went to a muggle school, but then his parents took him out when he was in second grade, teaching him all they could about magic before he had to go to Hogwarts. He was 8 then, so he'd have two years to learn all about magical folk. So, that's how he spent his life, until the day he was 11 years old. That would be the day he could go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But little did he know, he'd hate that day.

All the bags where packed and the trunk of their muggle car gone. They were leaving 3 hours early so they'd have time to get to Diagon Alley and get all of his stuff. So, they all got in the car, an 11-year old Zackary clutching the Hogwarts letter in his hands. With that, they drove off to The Leaky Cauldron, which was only a half hour from his parents' colonial home. After getting all of his stuff in Diagon Alley, they made their way towards Kings Cross Station, but that's where the trouble would begin.

As Jamison drove his family down the streets, they had to turn down a back road. All seemed well. Joanna was singing along with the radio and Zackary was taking pictures of the scenery with his little plastic camera. But with one flash of his camera, he caught the sight of a car coming at them, before there was a big crash, the woman in the front screaming and Zackary blacking out.

Zackary didn't wake up for about 6 hours. It was nighttime by then and he was in a hospital bed, cuts and bruises on himself. He sat up, remembering the crash and taking his IV out, running through the halls, where he was told that his parents didn't make it. His mother put her seat back over Zackary to protect him. There was a magical barrier over him too. His parents sacrificed themselves. The next day, he went to Hogwarts with a heavy heart, the way he resided until he grew up to be 15 or 16.

When he hit puberty, even at 13 or 14, he'd become interested in the opposite sex, always trying to find a girl to talk to. He'd been a healthy adolescent boy, until he started hanging out with a group of friends. They did all kinds of risky things, like drugs. That's how Zackary came to smoke cigarettes, which he still does. But the worst thing, was when he was sixteen--when he became...a werewolf.

At the age of sixteen, Zackary started going to parties with his friends--mostly underground raves. He had a lot of friends that he liked to fool around with--both genders. He was drunk when he was with the same sex, or so he tells people. But one night, he'd get too much to handle. He went to his party underground, little did he know that he was one of the only humans there. The party was in a rogue wolf lair. Many wanted him, just because of the fresh blood--but one guy charmed him alot. That was saying something, since Zackary was strictly girls, but only curious about the same sex. After a night of talking and drinking, he was turned by the wolf charmer under the ruffling sheets of the werewolf bedroom. It was some kind of coven leader looking for a prince. To this day, Zackary is a wolf--still not knowing whether he's a prince. Maybe it was just a metaphor.

Now, he's seventeen and going to Beauxbatons, having to move there for protection, and the fact that his grandparents had recently died, and now he had to live with his aunt and uncle, in France.

Personality:

Zack is a complete dork...in a good way. He is probably one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet and loves hanging out with his friends. He's especially nice to love interests, moreso to girls, being taught to respect them. Of course his mother taught him most of that stuff, because she didn't want him to become a womanizer. So he's popular with the ladies, and even the gents, but that was only one time--and he was drunk. Or is that his cover?

He loves to act simple, loving to joke around and play pranks. He was always mischevious as a little kid and it hasn't went away. Of course now that he's a teenager, he uses his mischief in a different way than he did when he was a toddler, now converting mischief into hormone depressers. He may have been taught to respect girls but he's still a guy.

Even though he loves to act out, Zackary is smart--very smart. Throughout his whole Hogwarts career, he'd gotten good grades, and was usually in the top of his class. But his grades dropped after the incident that caused his parents death--now bein more interested in parties. Not only is he booksmart, but he's good at thinking on his feet, which helps when he gets into tight spots. Along with that, he's very sarcastic and loves to make up slams for those who make enemies with him.

Although the above qualities are all good, he always has bad qualities--like his temper. Boy does he have a temper on him. He's not easy to make mad, but when you do make him mad you'd better keep your distance. He can get very easily annoyed, though. And if he's annoyed with you, he'll just flat out tell you. Along with his temper, sometimes he can be impatient, especially when there's a suprise for him or something. Some other personal qualities are that he's...annoyed with cheerleaders, open to both genders, love's rock music and anyone else who does, artistic, creative, ect.

Sample RP: [from my own site as Zackary Logan]

From up here the city lights burn, like a thousand miles of fire.
And I'm here to sing this anthem of our dying day.

Bright lights invaded the young boys mind as Zack lay in his room, tossing and turning. He was having yet another weird dream, maybe even a nightmare. He tossed and turned, the dream becoming clearer. It was a car that he was in, bright lights shining like fire coming towards him. Suddenly his whole world crashed as the lights slammed into him. The dream seemed to pass by in a flash of light, the next image being him at a crime scene. He was in a torn-up shirt and jeans that had a blood stain on it from where the door crashed into his leg.

Icy blue eyes looked down at two bodies on the ground. His bright eyes illuminated unnaturally, the image of his dreams shaking like some kind of movie effect, or a dark music video. He looked down at his parents, his lips quivering as he looked at his destroyed family. He was reliving the night when he lost everything. His parents, his world. The image shook with a flash of bright light, his eyes shooting open in reality.

As Zack looked around, hsi eyes watered. He huddled his knee's up to his face, choking on tears from remembering that night. Numerous people came to his side, seeing one boy go out the door. "I'm fine.", he choked on a tear and got on some faded jeans and his white button-up school shirt. He walked downstairs, his eyes still red and buffy, shining to the velocity of the dream.

He sat down on the couch of the Interhouse Quad. Apparently it was a new addition to Hogwarts where people from all houses could sit and be with their friends.

Must be Sournois

[tager]

First Name: Rumor

Last Name: De'Serron

Age: 16

Appearance:

History: Rumor was born to a pure born family and lived a pretty good life up until around the age of three. On Rumors third birthday her parents where murdered, for reasons unknown to anyone. Rumor having no living relatives and her parents not really having any close friends willing to take on the care of an infant, had been sent to an orphanage, and a muggle one at that. She then proceeded to go from home to home, no one really willing to put up with the child's weird behavior until she got her letter to Beauxbatons. Rumor who up until this point had not known why weird things happened around her was ecstatic (she remembered her parents doing magic barely but after years of being told it was her imagination she believed them). It didn't take long for her to convince the Orphanage to let her go, though she still had to go back over the summers. Since she was unable to remember much about her past up until she was 13 Rumor believed herself to be muggle born.

Personality: Rumor is a very outgoing person, hardly able to stand still she always seems to be moving. Many people wonder if she was hit upside the head as an infant for a lot of the time she seems to live in a fantasy world. She has a huge imagination and excels in anything creative. All though she doesn't show it at times she is actually a rather intelligent individual but for some reason tends to ignore and hide the fact. She loves shocking people and hates blending in with the crowd. Loud and sometimes annoying, she doesn't know when to stop. Extremely clumsy, forgetful, and distracted. With her crazy personality she seems to make as many friends as enemies where ever she goes, and can almost always put a smile on any ones face. Sometimes referred to as a drama queen, Rumor tends to seem like she doesn't care and doesn't notice anything, but for the most part this is false. If she is hurt or angry you will know it, never one to hide her feelings, even if she did her face is like an open book. While shes not self absorbed and knows she has weaknesses Rumor isn't one to fall apart if anyone says anything, comfortable with who she is she lets any form of gossip bounce off of her and sometimes even laughs finding it funny. Hard to anger and upset, it is near impossible to embarrass Rumor. All though if one does manage to get her speechless, upset, angry, or embarrassed it takes her a few minutes to regain her composer and return to her usual hyper self.

Sample RP: Dancing around the lake Rumor proceeded to hum along to music that only she seemed to hear, a grin on her face as she did so, her thoughts clearly not on anything going on around he as she continued walking. Though this fact was quickly made obvious to anyone who hadn't managed to understand the incredibly distracted look on her face when Rumor managed to trip over a rock and go sprawling into the lake. Resurfacing a few minutes later sputtering. shaking her long pink hair like a dog she pushed the strands away that stuck to her face as she climbed out of the lake. A huge grin on her face despite the laughter of many of the students around her. Instead of being embarrassed Rumor attempted an elaborate bow, nearly falling flat on her face, before proceeding to ring the access water out of her hair and ignore the jeerings of the others, why should she care anyway?

I think you could have made your RP longer. Try a longer one when you RP here.

Must be Rouerie

[zozoko]

First Name: Jess

Last Name: Slaughter

Age: 14

Appearance: She has elbow length black hair and baby blue eyes. Her complexion is very pale. When she's happy her cheeks turn bright red. It sort of matches her blood red lips.
She has long black eyelashes that curl up. Jess is also pretty short, 5'2. Her favorite piece of clothing is black sweats but, when she's around other people she wears jeans.


History: She is the oldest of 4 girls. (Riane 8, Sara 3, Tessa 5 months) Her parents,Letia and Glen Slaughter, are both half-bloods. Jess was born in a French suburb and has lived in that area since. Her parents liked the town and thought it was great living fairly close to where their kids would go to school.That same year her first sister was born and her life was never the same. It was only about five months ago that her most recent sister was born. Jess watches her quite often along with her other sisters, who seem to need help with everything.

Personality: Jess is very sweet and sort of shy. Though, she up to just about any suggestion her friends make. Her smile (that she always wears) is often complemented. Her friends aren't anything special but, she likes all of them. They usually stay up talking all night long and love to take pictures together. Most of the time you can find her in the huge forest behind her house. That's only when she's not babysitting though. She also loves to swim and takes her sister Riane to the pool all the time. During the day her mom home schools her and Riane. Her dad works as a lawyer and is somewhat interested in muggles.

Sample RP: " Oh, there you go", she said to Tessa. Who was bouncing on her lap. She had just given her a bath and was drying her off. Jess smiled at the scent of her baby shampoo and set her in the bouncy heading for Tessa's closet.
"What pj's should I give her", she thought. Finally she settled for a lavender colored pair.
After placing those on her, she walked down stairs with the baby on her hip. Her mom was in the kitchen cooking diner so she decided to go see what smelled good. It was chicken casserole. " Hey, can you go put her to sleep", her mom asked. " Sure", she replied and slowly started to head for the nursery.

Tessa was finnaly asleep so she went to watch tv with her sisters. She snuggled up on the couch with a soft blanket and fluffy pillow. Sara was sitting right next to her, eyes focused on the show. Jess totaly wished she could change the channel

I your personality needs more work. You RP is a bit on the short side. Also, you need to work on sentence structure and make sure to check your spelling.

[darkprincess]

First Name: Stevie
Last Name: Noir
Age: 17

Appearance:

History: Stevie Ignacia Noir was born on July 25^th and is the younger half sister of Daniel Noir. It was always unfair for Stevie growing up, being that she was the result of an affair between an average wizard and a Veela. Her mother, Rebekka, never quite accepted her, giving Stevie her father’s, Vince’s, last name instead of her own of Pace. Nearing her tenth birthday, her mother left her with her father. The problem was, not long after that, her father died, leaving her with his wife and his other child, Daniel. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy for them to accept them, considering the circumstances.

Before being handed over to Vince, Rebekka brought Stevie up as best as she could, whilst remaining an absentee mother. It was amazing for Stevie to find out that she had actually grown up in the same area as Daniel, she was just never aware of him. She didn’t know she had any other family other than her mother. She just thought her father was dead, which wasn’t far from true when she was given to him. She was quite annoyed about him never keeping in touch, but which supposedly respectable family man would keep in touch with the child from an affair.

She moved with Carman and Daniel to France, knowing she would get sent to Beauxbatons. It took time, but eventually, she and Daniel got on famously, finding that they had a lot more in common than they could have thought. They were both a lot like their father and found they had a lot to talk about when Stevie asked about what sort of man their father really was. She never said a bad word against him, despite him never showing his face in her life until it was too late. She doesn’t want to say something that might upset Daniel. He grew up knowing him. It wouldn’t be fair.

Personality: Her initials gained her the title of ‘sweet little sin’ from Daniel and a few other people have picked up on that. She isn’t one to disappoint a title. She’s a bit of a bad ass, but she seems to get away with it if she’s got a sweet little smile on her face. Her Veela side also helps as well. Like Daniel, Stevie doesn’t like it when she doesn’t get what she wants and can get a lot stroppier than he can when it happens. She has always been quite renowned for her terrible tantrums as well as her playful, mischievous side. Also like Daniel, she is quite a confident person, although, she is easily knocked off of her podium if someone talks badly about her father.

Sample RP: Stevie slumped down into her usual seat in the common room, dropping her head back against the seat. Scowling and realizing how uncomfortable that felt, she brought her head forwards and put a hand up against the back of her head. She had left her hair up from being outside. She pulled the elastic out of her hair, snapping it as she did. Cursing under her breath, she dropped it on the nearby table, bringing her hands back up to muss her hair around so that it draped perfectly on and over her shoulders. She dropped her head back against the chair, feeling considerably more comfortable than before.

She closed her eyes and arched her back as she stretched in her seat. Flying around was great until she had to land and be still for a long period of time. She felt pretty uncomfortable until she caught up with the still atmosphere, not having to listen to the wind whistling violently in her ears or her robes as they whipped against her and her broom. She slumped back as she stopped stretching, glancing over at her broom that was propped up against the table, the treated black mahogany shining in the nearby firelight. She reached into her robes and pulled out her wands, flicking it at her broom, sending them up to her dormitory. She placed her wand back in her robes.

She glanced around the empty common room. Where was everyone? It wasn’t dinner time or anything and it was unlikely that everyone was in the library. Stevie heard someone say her name and then felt her skin begin to crawl slightly as she realised who it was. From the distance of his voice, she could tell he was sat just across the Common Room to her right. How she hadn’t noticed him when she had walked in she didn’t know. She guessed it was just through her lack of attention at the moment. Flying always left her a little flustered. She sighed nonchalantly, removing her robes that covered her clothes, putting them over the back of her chair.

Stevie looked down at her booted feet, thinking of how to approach him. She dropped one hand to adjust the top of one of her boots where her skinny black jeans were tucked in. She always tucked her jeans into her boots when she went flying. She fell back into her chair again, putting her arms on the sides of the chair for a moment. She tugged at the bottom of her vest top where it covered her belt and waistline, straightening it out slightly. She caught sight of a hint of black from her right wrist, which drew attention to her black heart tattoo there. She ran the fingers from her left hand over it.

Must be Rouerie

[ceciliaclaire]

First Name: Cecilia
Last Name: Claire
Age: 15
Appearance:



History:
Cecilia has lived with her muggle father and younger brother for most of her life. Her mother died around the time her brother was born, and her father took pretty hard. She’s lived a very sheltered life, up until now she and her brother have attended a muggle school.

Growing up it was hard for her to make friends, because she didn’t say much. Most of her classmates were convinced that she couldn’t talk at all, or she had a mental illness. That hurt, but she was too scared to say something about it.


Personality:
Cecilia is very shy and quiet, and as most people assume, smart. She barely talks to others, but when she does she is kind, mostly because she want’s to make a good impression. She rarely says what’s on her mind, she’s sensitive and doesn’t want to get hurt.

She loves to write, it seems that is her only way to get her feelings out. She spends a lot of time deep in thought, and sometimes gets too caught up in trying to shield herself from others, and just getting along unnoticed.

Sample RP:

Cecilia could see the sun start to break through her window. She closed her eyes tight, even the inside of her eyelids burned with red. There was no way she could back down now. She gripped her sheets with shaking hands and pulled them off. The cold air met her skin and caused the hair on her arms to stand up.

She pulled her lavender curtains shut and tried to pretend it was yesterday. Yesterday, when she didn’t have to worry about leaving. She failed horribly. The knot in her stomach didn’t help at all. She bit the inside of her cheek, not too hard, she was afraid of drawing blood.

She glanced at her pack bags, she felt like she was forgetting something, she always did. She walked up to her dusty dresser and looked at some of her old things. She felt a lump form in her throat. Her eyes suddenly became extremely sensitive to the wind that found it’s way around the curtains. She wouldn’t cry, that would be the fourth time since she received the letter last week. She told herself anywhere will be better than the school she currently goes to.

Cecilia wanted to lay back down. She granted herself five more minutes before she would take a shower. She laughed, this was stupid. This is what she wanted, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, it was bittersweet.

Five minutes passed by fast and her pillow was already soaked with tears.

(I'll work on the history more when I have time)

You must change your display name to match the name listed in your application. Also yes more to your history and personality as well.

[xli]

First Name: Léonii

Last Name: Cordiae

Age: 16

Appearance:



History:

It was hard for Léonii to remain such a positive child whilst growing up in the slums of Paris where Veela sell themselves for a meal. Her mother, also a Veela, opperated a small refuge for those Veela who could only get through life using their body. Her father, a wizard, was away alot because of his work. Being wood collector requires him to collect specific woods wand makers require to make their wands. Léonii found her release in her sketching, roaming the streets of Paris and drawing perfectly whatever she found beautiful. Her sketching brought her alot of happiness, she was consantly praised for her work and was often asked to draw portraits of the many young Veela girls who lived with her in the refuge. It was hard for her to leave her family for her education at Beauxbatons but after much pleading and hesitation she gave in and left for school.

Personality:

She is quiet and likes to express herself through her art. No one but her closest friends really know who she really is. It is also quite rare to see her beautiful smile, she never really found anything to truly smile about. Though she is severly under-estamated, people have always labelled her as that quite, shy girl that just blends into the background. But sometimes, if something triggers memories of her early childhood, how she was conceived, she explodes into violent outbursts and nearly always needs teachers restraining her for hours to cool her down. Only those intelligent few that don't judge her as the shy little girl understand how truly mysterious she is.

Sample RP:

The rain outside swirled fiercly through the wind and stung against the window with all the force it could possibly muster. She raised her slightly trembling fingertips to the cold glass, the condensation causing her to jump slightly as the small trickle of moisture rolled down her fingers, catching at the bend in her wrist and dripping slowly onto the bare skin of her foot. She glaced over at the small clock next to her bed, 3am, she thought to herself as she let her eyes gaze across the room, all the other girls seemed to be in a deep sleep, she wondered how they could, it was the pelting rain that awoke her. The unexpected soft squeaking noise startled her as she searched for the source, pulling back her bed covers to find her smoky ferret curled up asleep. She smiled and ran her hand across her soft fur, "Oh Karmi, where would I be without you" she sighed in a low whisper as she slid back into bed, pulling the small ferret up to her chest and replacing the covers back over them...lying awake as she listened to soothing rain dancing around the castle.

In the future you need to make your RPs longer.

Must be Cossu

[corrin]

((Just reposting this to get sorted...))

First Name: Corrin
Last Name: Oxenford
Age: 12

Appearance:

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

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

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

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

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

You need to add more to your personality.

[misskatz]

First Name:Mirianda
Last Name: Katz
Age: 17
Appearance: Deep red hair and steel blue eyes, Mirianda is quite stunning in an average way. Compared to some girl Mirianda doesn't 'shine' as well. She doesn't have amazing model like looks, or a curvy sexy body. She's just an average pretty girl. The only thing above average on her, is her hair. It's a deep crimson color that hangs just below her shoulders. It's so red it makes the weasly's look blonde. Her eyes are her second best feature, they're a strong steel blue, and they always seem to draw people in. Mirianda doesn't wear a lot of make up in fact she hates the stuff, and therefore she often shows her natural beauty. The beauty that say's "I'm not gorgeous, so HA!"

Mirianda like any teen deals with acne and body flaws it's given as a teenager to hate and love your body at the same time. Mirianda jogs, and that's why she is thin. She's not a stick, she's just very conscious of her heath and her body. She is a decent weight for her height, 5'3 and 110 pounds. Her mother being a biologist has always thought her to be careful about what she ate, and to keep in shape.
History: Mirianda was born in Pennsylvania, to her parents Janet and Richard Katz. The couple married young and never thought things through before settling down and having kids. They fought often, over little things that married couples of course always bicker over. The two had a mutual divorce and agreed to go their separate ways. Unfortunately Janet work as an animal behaviorist called, and she was soon forced to move to England.

Richard knew of his wife’s bloodline and history, his wife was a witch. Not in the sense that she was mean, she had powers. And even from an early age Mirianda showed signs that she too had these powers like her mother. Now Mirianda was held back in two ways, one she was being raised by her father, her mom would call and visit but it wasn't the same. She learned more guy things then she ever did feminine things. And two she was being raised by a muggle, who had no idea how to teach her about her powers.

On Mirianda's tenth birthday her mother asked her an all to important question, if she would like to live with her in England. Mirianda made her decision to leave that night, it was time she went to her mothers and live with her. She promised to visit her dad over the holidays, which she does often,

England was like a whole new world, everything was exciting and new. Her mother of course explained to Mirianda the little things about magic, and it's restrictions, she also explained to her about Hogwarts. On Mirianda’s eleventh birthday she received her letter and began to attend the school. It was exciting to learn about magic, and Mirianda submersed herself into this new world quickly.

Unfortunately all good things must end sometime. As Mirianda was growing closer to seventeen her mother told her something that would basically crush her. They would be moving France, and she would be attending a new school of magic called Beauxbatons. Crushed and excited Mirianda accepted, and soon she was enrolled into the Beauxbatons School.
Personality: Mirianda although she hates change, she can easily adapt to it. She is a flexible person and she doesn't get to hung up into details. She is kind hearted, but sometimes to kind for her own good. Letting people take advantage of her, or worse break her heart. Mirianda isn’t shy, she is friendly and loves to talk to people, often making friends extremely fast. This doesn’t mean she is loud and obnoxious, because she isn’t by any means she just likes to make friends and will speak her mind.

Mirianda loves to play her guitar, growing up with a father who is a businessman and mother who is biologist life can become dull quick. Thankfully Mirianda could always keep herself occupied with her music and her guitar. She writes songs on occasion but she’d never play them. For anyone but herself. She’s also tired her hand at other instruments, such as drums, but it never really seemed to work for her and she became frustrated and eventually went back to the guitar. She is as you tell, quick to frustration, she gets annoyed easily and often times she gets so frustrated she gives up. She also dances, ballet is her life, she loves classical music and she loves to dance. Just like guitar, she's tried other styles but she became fustrated when she didn't pick them up as fast, and she soon gave up on them.

Living with her biologist mother has made Mirianda look at things differently, she picks out the more scientific things and can be kind of boring sometimes. She’s not a genius by any means she’s just been brought up around biology and science so much it comes naturally to her. And since science isn’t always the most interesting of subject, and her father wasn’t so exciting when she lived with him, Mirianda can be quite boring sometimes and drone on and on about things. It’s a nasty habit she’s trying to break.
Sample RP: Mirianda was casually walking along outside the school singing loudly to the music that she was thinking of in her head, to her newly written lyrics. The past weeks hadn't been good for poor Mirianda, but they hadn't been too bad. Yes she hated the fact that she as forced to move (again) and she was shoved into home new school with people who had new clue who she was. And had funny and hard to understand accents, but hey there were worse things to go through in life right?

With a new school came the option to make new friends, and of course make some new enemies. Well that was what school was about wasn’t it? Finding out who you are, while people who don’t know anything about you continue to tell you who you aren’t. Ah, the joys of teenagedom. Mirianda shook her head and continued to sing the lyrics she had written a little over an hour ago. Something about them didn’t seem to flow right, and she knew she’d probably have to re-write them soon.

Shrugging she walked inside, time to start a new life. she muttered before headed up the stairs and into her new dorm. She knew starting here wasn’t going to be easy. But hey, she survived five years at Hogwarts, so Beauxbatons couldn’t be that heard to live through.[/size]

Must be Cossu