Sorting (Term Eight)

[angelofmusic]

x__First Name:

Mia

x__Last Name:

D'Amore

x__Age:

Sixteen

x__Appearance:

Mia's look are one of her most valued possessions. She takes good care of herself, and her appearance, mostly because her father wouldn't have it any other way.

She stands at five foot, seven inches, and weights around one hundred and thirty pounds.

Her eyes often change shades of green, depending on her mood, and the weather. There is no reason for this, just that are made of complex hues of green that some times one is more defined that others. Some days they can be seen as a vivid emerald green, and others they are as pale as a honeydew.

Her hair is the darkest color of the midnight sky, and often worn long in flowing soft waves.

Her skin is very pale, and soft sometimes with a little hint of pink in her cheeks. Her lips are full soft rosy red.

x__History:

Mia doesn't remember much of the Italian country side, but from the old photo albums it was the most amazing place, only to be out done by her birth place, Venice. From what the sixteen year old has been told it was a place of magic that made the Wizard world dim in comparisons. Her mother was an Opera singer that was highly sough after in all the right circles. Men threw themselves at her in hopes of just catching a single glance her beautiful green eyes in the direction. Unfortunately for her, and them she never paid them a second thought. Her eyes were else where. A man; tall, dark, and handsome, as some would say, caught her attention and captivated her mind beyond all reason. Maybe it was love that blinded her to his true face, or maybe she was just naïve. Whatever the case, Annabella fell hard for him, and to her delight he did the same, or so she thought.

Quickly the young singer, and rich man were married, and Annabella was the happiest she had ever been. Like most things that happiest wasn't made to last. A few years into their marriage Vincent turned into a different person. The slight jealousy that Bella found to be endearing turned into a raging need to posse her. He told her who she could talk to, who she could see, what she could wear, and how she was to act. When she behaved in a manner he didn't have pleasing his bride paid the price. Of course due to his abilities no one ever knew that on her flawless skin, just the nigh before, the lives open wounds, bleeding cuts, and bruised flesh. No one would have ever thought that the seductive voice that murmured polite words at parties had also been filled with screams of pain, torture, and sobs of submission. They would never guess that the eyes that could stop a man with just one look were often red, puffy, and filled with tears.

One day Annabella got the courage to finally try to escape when she found out she was with child. Sadly this didn't end well. Vincent tracked her down, and forced her to return to his side. In fear for herself, and the unborn life growing in her womb, she did return. Her home coming was to be short lived, though. After Annabella gave birth to a healthy baby girl, she tried to run, yet again it was a wasted attempt. This time when Vince tried to bring her back things went horribly wrong. Lost in rage, the control slipped from his hands, and before he could stop himself the deathly curse was airborne hitting its target dead in the back. The blinding green light disappeared into a lifeless corpse. That was the last anyone would ever hear, or see of Annabella D'Amore. No one asked question, and no one spoke about the women who ran away leaving her child and husband behind. This was any different than his first wife, and that actually ran off leaving him with a child. Just as a precaution Vincent moved the three of them from his lovely Italy to a new home in France, only returning when business called for him to be there.

From an outsider looking in growing up to be Mia D'Amore must have been like a dream come true, but to Mia it was a nightmare she could never wake from. Although her older sister, Jade got most of their father's wrath it he still never forgot about the youngest child. Vincent had replaced his lost wife with obedient daughters. Often times the girls was subject to various forms of abuse. Most she has tried to block from her memory, and others she uses as life lessons. For most of her school years she never left her home, being privately taught. She was never far from her father's control. It wasn't until a time that Vincent had to return to Italy that she was allowed to finish off her schooling outside of her home. That's when she was sent off to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic . It was rumored to be the best school around, and only the best was what Mia got. At first when she arrived at the school she was way out of place not sure where to even begin her new life. Still to this day she still feels like someone who isn't where they are supposed to be.

x__Personality:

There aren't word to really describe Mia's personality. She is a conflicted person. For the most part she is shy, and likes to stay to her own. She lets her older sister mostly stand in the lime light, being very content with being invisible at times. Then there is the other part of her that just has to be let out some times. That part is rarely shone, but when it comes out it's like someone opened the flood gates to hell. She can be mean, vindictive, and person most people love to hate. Again that side isn't shone very often. Mostly you see the little girl, who is afraid of the dark, and spiders. The girl who prefers to stay indoors reading the day away. She has low self-esteem for the most part, and never thinks self good enough.

x__Sample RP:

Some times thins just aren't easy. Sometimes things are put into pretty little boxes with neat little bows. And sometimes you actually have to work at life. even if you want something bad enough that doesn't mean it's just going to be handed to you. These were the thoughts running through Mia D'Amore's head as she stood on the edge of a cliff staring down into the cold dark waters below. Like life these waters were wild and unpredictable. What may look clam and welcoming on the surface would be something totally different under it all. It reminded her much of her own life.

Shaking off the thoughts, the sixteen year old girl sat down on the on the hard, cold ground. The annoyance of it making itself known through her pants. Maybe she should have packed better. The clods above seem to be showing threatening signs of rain fall. With a mental shrug she closed her eyes and pushed a piece of flying hair back. Letting her mind wander into topics she only thought of each time she found herself alone.

Was this what her life was going to be like? Was this what the Gods had planned for her destiny? It was hard to say since the road ahead was blurred and still so distant. So far the hard times were behind her, but now Mia found herself in a whole new world, with beliefs, new ideas, and new ways of doing things. She wish Jade could be here to help ease the anxiety she felt, but her older sister had already had her time in a school like this and had moved on to live the rest of her life. This was a test. A test to see if Mia was strong enough to stand on her own two feet. At this moment she couldn't tell if she was, or wasn't. Only time would be able to show if she would crumble under the weight of the world, or stand up proud showing that she was a survivor.

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Yeah, I rambled a lot on the sample RP.
I tend to do that a lot especially when my muse isn't working correctly.

I modified the part about her eyes to clarify what you might have been confused about.
Got anything else you would liked changed please let me know.[/size]

Must be Cossu

[Joseph Barrington]

Name : Rory Andrew O'Shea
Born : May 20th, 1990 [currently 17 years old]
Birth place : Glasgow, Scotland
Parents : Adam and Claire O'Shea
Siblings : Anne-Marie (10), Elizabeth (13), and James (15)
Blood Type : Pure-blood
Heritage : Scottish
Status : Single
School/House/Year : Beauxbatons/?/?
Pet : Tawney Brown Owl named Rommulus

Physical Appearance :

Rory stands at about 5'10", 170 lbs. Shaggy brown hair and blue eyes. Fair skin and a charming smile. Wears glasses sometimes, black frames and sorta square-ish.

xx

Personality :

Rory is a nice guy to begin with. Very kind, but has a good sense of humor. He can be blunt and very sarcastic about anything. Sly and cunning as well. An ambitious man, and leader, he is also very determined and puts a lot of effort into his work. Besides being the charmer that he is, and a dashing young bloke, he likes conversations on the world and quidditch only. Otherwise he is clueless about, depending on the subject matter. Not much of a reader, but he prefers hands-on activities. Very much an arrogant fool and can come off as too snooty for his own good.

History :

Born to the pureblood family of the O'Shea's, he lived in Glasgow, Scotland most of his life. Sure a scottish young lad he is, wearing kilts a tradition and all, and the accent. He was a bold boy, brave, and sneaky of course. Of a family that is pure to magic, he wasn't taught well enough of the charms, trickery, or hexes. Sure his parents had exposed him to this, but chose not to mess around with magic. Now he can be a bit ambitious and very sly. A habit of flirting of course though he's grown out of those days, maybe. Rory can't deny that his best attribute is his charm. Very easy on the eyes, debonair, and smooth. He learned it too well from his father and it travels well in the blood.

In the years to come, Rory gained three other siblings. The second oldest being his brother James, then his sister Elizabeth, and the youngest is Annie-Marie.

Now as he grew up, he went to a private school for the earlier part of his life. Not yet to be accepted in to a school of witchcraft and wizardry. This worried his parents, but Rory didn't fret once. Though finally he received one letter from a school across the channel to France. Even though Rory was hesitant toward attending Beauxbatons, his parents decided for him. So now he's on his way to a prestigious school of witchcraft and wizarding, hoping to make his mark and perhaps graduate of course.

Sample RP :

Rory leaves the common rooms for the first time in a week since his recovery over the flu. Cold weather never settled well with Jarod since he was prone to illnesses and hated having to go through them slowly. Not even magical ailments could heal him quickly enough. But since he did have a successful recovery, a bite to eat sounded very tempting since he hasn't had real food besides chicken broth, jello, and water all this time. Gross.

The kitchen was very busy with house elves bustling around and preparing meals for the day. He could smell ham and cheese sandwiches, roast, steak and kidney pie, and all sorts of desserts and rolls. Picking up only a sweet roll and probably a bottle of butterbeer, he leaves the house elves to their work, not bothering to look back to say thank you for their hospitality. They wouldn't have heard it either way since it was so loud with pots and pans clinking together.

Entrance Hall wasn't any better with students finishing up homework and having little games with each other. Rory still hasn't had the time to make good friends and relations around here, but he blamed that on his high-society snootiness with the way his parents have raised him. He finished up the rest of his roll, licking up the traces of sweetness and drowning down his butterbeer. Disposing the bottle, he goes to a nearby washroom to wash his hands of saliva and sweets.

Where would be a good place to hang out these days? All Rory knew is that he wanted to avoid one person, and she is Symantha Grey, a very annoying fellow student. Since he hasn't really seen her in weeks, he was actually feeling much chipper. Perhaps he'll actually find someone he can talk to besides AnnaSophia. She's probably the only person he considers a friend. Approaching the front long doors, he exits through a small opening, and closes it with a hand behind.

The gravel lane infront of him wasn't as vibrant as it should be during the summer. Rory wouldn't know that much though, but he figured roses and other floral assortments are at their best during summer and early fall, but it was late into winter and almost spring. His heavy black sweater did him well to keep him warm though, so no worries of covering himself in layer upon layer. Blue orbs glance around as he strolls down the lane, only recognizing one lonely soul sitting on a bench nearby. Of course he didn't recognize her and he could just ignore her either way.

But she was alone and he had nothing else better to do. Striking up conversations weren't his best attributes for a start. That was obvious with his first interaction with Symantha, but perhaps he could be more laid back and less arrogant than he normally was. "Hello," he finally says while approaching the girl at the bench. She looked no older than he since Rory was seventeen years old. "Don't mind if I join you, do you?" He asks while motioning to the seat next to her.

Must be Sournois

[musicislyfe]

First Name: Ketsueki

Last Name: Aogiri

Age: 16

Appearance: Ketsueki is known for her blood red hair and piercing black eyes. Her hair is as long as her lower back and she usually keeps it in a low ponytail with one bang covering her left eye. She stands at the height of five feet and ten inches and usually stands out in a crowd because of her abnormally pale skin. Whenever she is angered, her eyes turn the color of scarlet. She usually wears clothes that she finds easy to move around in and tends to wear a lot of the color black. Ketsueki has snakebites on her bottom lip, a tongue ring, a silver stud on her right nostril, and two piercings on each of her earlobes. She also has an ouroboros on her lower back, the word 'Wrath' on the back of her neck, a cursed seal of heaven on her right arm, and the chaos symbol on her back.

History: Ketsueki does not know how she was born. All she remembered was waking up in Hell in her current body. In her home of Hell, everyone called her Wrath so she assumed that that was her name. She grew up by herself, without any immediate family. The closest thing Ketsueki could call family was a demon general who gave her a roof over her head and some food. It was not much, but Ketsueki thought of him as a fatherly figure. Ketsueki trained vigorously, aiming to join the Army of Hell like her 'dad' and gain some memories of the past that she could not remember. After her training and failed attempt to regain her lost memories, Ketsueki came to Earth. At first she was sent as a devil to gather information to lead to the destruction of Earth, but after a while Ketsueki became used to the lifestyle of humans. She has stopped calling herself Wrath and changed her name to something that she was greatly known for in Hell, Ketsueki, which means blood in Japanese and she has adopted the last name Aogiri because she heard it on an anime she used to watch. She has not remembered her past, but she is trying to make a future for herself.

Personality: Ketsueki has two personalities. The one she usually shows, is a happy and carefree girl that tries to enjoy her life to the fullest. In truth Ketsueki is just like most of her race, cruel and bloodthirsty. This side of her only comes out when she fights, when she is angered to the extreme, and when she goes into her demon form. Ketsueki was an assassin in Hell and is usually seen in black capri pants, a tight black sleeveless top that stops at her midriff, and fishnet covering her stomach. Ketsueki is cold and calculating and is usually seen in deep silence in which people who know her first side may confuse for daydreaming. Ketsueki is an incredible fighter and stops at nothing to win. While she fights, her cold and piercing black eyes turn red giving her the ability to twist her opponents' inner organs causing them to have intense internal bleeding. She uses this ability frequently and because of this she is going blind. She usually has a dark head headband on her eyes because her eyes are incredibly sensitive. Ketsueki is very proud and can be very vain at times. She is a master of weapons and always has a katana by her side. Ketsueki has a strange addiction to coffee, chocolate, Vitamin Water, sashimi, and video games. When she is bored she tends to practice her aim [[using weapons]] on whatever comes her way or she just gets some "beauty sleep."

Sample RP: Ketsueki stood on the roof of her apartment. Wind blowing through her long red tresses. Ketsueki lifted her head and stared at the bright full moon right above her. "Hunter's Moon....." She whispered so quietly she could barely hear it herself. She continued staring at the bright white moon, it seemed to near her that she had to crush her urge to reach out her arm in an attempt to grasp the cold looming satellite. Ketsueki sighed softly, she almost pitied the moon. To her it seemed so much like her. They were both cold and lonely, with no one to care and constantly left in the shadow of something so much bigger than they could ever be. Ketsueki they scoffed, "Stupid moon, at least you're inaminate....so you don't have to worry about not knowing your past." The demonic assassin thought bitterly.

Suddenly Ketsueki's sharp ears picked up the noise of a slight footstep. She grasped her katana tightly her hand and without turning around she growled menacingly, "Who's there, I'm not exactly in the brightest mood...." The figure continued to walk toward her and she unsheathed her sword, ready for the attack. "Sheath your sword Ketsueki, I'm not here to fight you....yet."[/i] The figure's lips curved into a slight smirk. Ketsueki arched her eyebrows while sliding her katana back into its sheath. "Sasori what are you doing out here? Do you have a death wish?" The demon girl said as she turned around to face the red-headed boy. Sasori chuckled slightly and looked at the moon. One thing Sasori, appreciated was beauty and the Hunter's Moon was just magnificent. He stared at the bright white ball completely in awe.

Ketsueki looked at Sasori once more. She always had a soft spot for the puppet-master. Her quick glances soon turned into a stare once she realized that he was too preoccupied with the moon. "He's so handsome and the way the light illuminates his face....Ketsueki! What the hell, get a grip! You're a demon for Lucifer's sake...." She thought to herself. Sasori looked at Ketsueki and mistook her staring at him for gazing at the moon. "Beautiful ne?"[/i] Ketsueki was snapped out of her thoughts and quickly nodded and let out a muffled yes. Sasori rolled his eyes and looked back at the demon girl. "Ay, Ketsueki what are you thinking about?"[/i] He asked. Ketsueki blushed lightly, thanking whatever powers at be that it was pitch black outside. Trying to change that Ketsueki sneered, hiding her emotions. "Weren't you told that it isn't safe to be out during the Hunter's Moon....people get.....out of whack." She said gruffly looking at the boy. Sasori sighed and walked closer to Ketsueki and enveloped her in a hug. "You don't have to leave...."[/i] Ketsueki's eyes widened as Sasori hugged her, but soon returned the act of affection. "But, I have to, Sasori-kun."[/size]

Yikes, scary.

Must be Sournois

[freefalling]

First Name: Aura (Not Auora but Aura)

Last Name: Martinez

Age: 16 years old

Appearance:

History: Aura Martinez is an orphan. Her parents gave her up when she was a little girl, or at least that is what she was told. Aura knows nothing of her parents or even if she has any family. She went to an orphanage until she was 12 years old and found out she is a witch. The owners of the orphanage sent her to Hogwarts once they found out she was a witch, She was kept from many of the children because of that fact.

She attended Hogwarts where she got kicked out of for fighting. Aura hated the Professors and the students there. Aura finally got sent to Beauxbatons as a last resort from her orphanage. Aura has alot riding on this school, if she gets kicked out then she will be on the streets.

Personality: Aura has a very explosive personality. She is very head strong and extremely stubborn. When she thinks she is right, she does everything to prove that she is. She is very loyal when it comes to her friends, what few she can actually make.

Aura comes off a bit to strong sometimes, she doesn't know any better. She gets offended if someone interrupts her and ignores her completely.

Sample RP: Waking up to nothing but an empty room would mess with anyone. Everyone always seemed to think that Aura had problems, no she didn't she just didn't have anyone to talk to.

Aura stood out of bed and sighed some, it was going to be another long day. She got dressed and freshened herself up before walking down stairs to breakfast.

As she walked she noticed many of the other children watching her. Aura sighed and shook her head. It never failed, she found out she was a witch and now she was a freak. She tried to shrug it off but it hurt, no one really wanted to talk to her. Soon she would start her new school and Aura knew perfectly well that this was her last chance to prove herself.

They would kick her out if she failed.

Th orphanage wouldn't know of witchcraft much less of the schools, you'll have to change that. Also you need too add to your personality and you need a little stronger RP Sample.

[alex1]

Yes this may sound the same its my old sorting when i was here.

First Name: Alexander

Last Name: Ralfe

Age: 17

Appearance: i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc211/laraxmarie/jamesfranco.jpg

History: Alex was born on the 30th of October to Rachelle and Julius Ralfe in Paris France. He was the only child in his family and when he was bitten by his uncle one cold night when he was four, he has been turning into a werewolf since than.

Alex's parents were not to happy about their only child being, as they called it, a "monster." They shipped him off to the person that started it all four him, Uncle Theodor J. Ralfe and his wife Lucy Ralfe. His uncle was a very wealthy man and shipped him off to different boarding schools till it was time to go to school in the wizarding world.

Personality: Alex really doesn't like half bloods or any mixing of that sort. He himself may be a mixed of wizard, veela and now werewolf, but he himself doesn't like it.Alex does keep something like this to himself instead of running around telling peple he dosent like them. He is quite at most and knows when to most likely shut up or speak. Alex trys to keep to himself but isn't the best at it. He will tell a person how he feels no matter if it is good or bad.

He also has a little wild side to him, but doesn't show it very much. Alexander rather just stay some place and read or study to stay a head than be rude or any of that sort, deep down he is a little bit of a nerd and a softy. Alexander, when he is bored he likes to grab his camera and take pictures of any sort, from people to plants. If he thinks it has any type of beauty he takes a picture of it.

Sample RP:
Alex grabbed the soft gray round pebble and tossed it into the water. He watched as it skipped across the water a couple times before sinking to the bottom slowly. The water was calming to him, it was the only thing to calm him since he was little.

He leaned back on his hands and looked up at the sky. He didn't care that he was late for his charms class, he was going to change tonight and wanted to relax for as long as he can.

He hated, no loathed when he had to change into the monster his parents called him, a werewolf. The only plus to it was that he gets to miss his last class, or so he thinks and know one else does. He grabbed his camera and took a picture of the lake and the beautiful surroundings. The other thing that was calming to him was his camera, just the click of a button and he had a work of art.

Alex looked up to see the sky getting a bit darker. He sighed loudly has he had to change soon. He got up and headed for an abanonded barn to stay in for the night till this whole mess was over. He really did hate when this sort of thing had to happen, he wished his uncle never bit him when he was four either. But he guessed that for some reason God wanted him to be like he is today

Must be Sournois

[Caelen Sage]

First Name:Caelen
Last Name: Sage
Age: 17
Appearance: Caelen has a very pale complexion as a result of what he is. His eyes are a dark brown like the others that turned him but they are a deep black when he haven't fed. His hair is short and often spike heading in all directions on its own accord and he has a very vulnerable look about him.


History: Caelen was born in Scotland to a wealthy pure-blood family. He was an only child and was showered with everything he ever dreamed of even though he wasn't one for material things. His family was very bigoted against none pure-bloods and they wanted their son to have nothing to do with them, they even set up an arrange marriage to keep the pure-blood line flowing smoothly. He attended Hogwarts while in scotland and he was an excellent student, though the boy didn't have many friends besides the ones in the Slytherin house since his family's reputation was not such a good one.

Caelen was always one for breaking the rules and exploring and one night during a thunderstorm he went out into the forbidden forest. He ran into a man that was crouched down on the floor in pain and Caelen who loved to be the heroe went to help. The man attacked him and sinked his teeth into his neck to draw blood from Caelen and he was unable to defend himself since his wand got lost in the frenzy. Caelen was drained until he fell to the ground from lost of blood and last thing he remembered before fading out into unconsciousness was the man offering his own bleeding palm to him.

Caelen woke up later famished in an old abandoned house close to the forest and he finally saw his attacker. Bernard was his name and he apologized a great deal for the curse he placed upon him. Bernard was a vampire and hadn't fed in weeks and Caelen was at the wrong place at the wrong time and Bernard wasn't able to resist the blood lust. He told him that he tried to stop before taking too much but was unable and almost ended up killing him and instead of taking his life Bernard made him consume vampire blood to be one of his kind. Caelen didn't believe him at first because he found it very ironic that something such as that would happen to him, but the shock soon went away when Bernard made him feed on cow's blood to survive. He told him the basics than, he needed blood to survive, human or animal it didn't matter, he told him that depending on which he drank from would determined how powerful he was. Animal blood was sustaining but not fufilling but it made it easier to sustain sunlight, Human blood was enriching and everything he could desire but the more he drunk of it the more he would lose the bit of humanity that he had.

He lived with Bernard for months and years out in the small cottage and away from humans until he was able to gain control of his blood-lust. Then he went back home to his parents because he was sure they were worrying, but when he told them what he was they out-casted him and burned his name from the family tree so Caelen simply went back to Bernard and formed their own small coven. He eventually went back to Hogwarts and graduated but he became very lost and un-trusting with himself. He was sure everyone hated him so he kept what he was a secret and he never got close or alone with anyone in fear of him doing what Bernard did to some poor soul.

Caelen hates being a vampire and even though he forgives Bernard he still wishes that the man would have killed him instead of putting this soulless curse upon him. As that was exactly what he saw it as, a curse that he was now forced to live with for immortality. He never really made any plans after school and so far he'd just been traveling the world and attending the different magic schools. He want to get as much knowledge about everything as he can before pursuing anything like a career in his immortal life.

Personality: Caelen is a very complicated person, because of that it almost seem like he has multiple personalities or he's bipolar. His emotions are quick to change at anytime and anywhere and with anyone. He's loyal and compassionate to others, he loves to help people and make them happy but he would never let anyone help him. He's constantly stuck in a paranoid state of mind that he would be shun from the world and that has caused him to not be too trusting with others. He also doesn't trust himself around people so he doesn't like much social environments. It has only been ten years or so since he was turned and he isn't confident in his ability to resist human blood as well as he should.

He values friendship and relationships but he does not come across them very often. He doesn't let himself get friends in fear of hurting anyone, he seems to lash out at times to people that are close to him but he mostly does it as a precaution. He doesn't trust himself enough to let anyone get close to his unbeating heart. He doesn't enjoy being alone but he prefers it as it means no one can get hurt. He's just very cautious but some people take offense to it and see him as being cold.

Sample RP:Caelen sat alone under the big oak tree as he let his thoughts wander. He just made a small scene at the party in the common room and he ran out before anyone could speak to him. He thought he was able to control himself but a student, Janice he thought her name was, cut herself and the scent took over his brain. He remembered Bernard telling him when all he could hear was the sound of blood pulsing it meant he needed to get away or he would attack and that's exactly what happened. He could no longer concentrate on the sound of voices as the sound of her beating heart filled his ears and the smell of her blood seem to drown all of his senses. He ran out of there as fast as he could and hoped that no one would follow.

His friends didn't know what he was and he wanted to keep it that way, he didn't want a repeat of what happened with his family. After not seeing them for so long he went to visit and they turned away from him, at the time when they needed him most they called him a monster and they threatened him. Those thoughts along with the sound of his rhythmic breathing, though he didn't need to breathe, filled his ears as he tried to calm himself down. He turned his head quickly and stood up once an intoxicating smell seem to hit him and he heard the sounds of leaves crushing in the distance.

"Caelen?" He heard her speak to him and he cursed himself for being caught. He wasn't sure what to say to the girl and he wasn't sure how long he could stand being around her before he attacked. He really lacked self control when being so openly tempted. She spoke again as she got closer and he stood rooted to the spot unable to hide or run. "Caelen... there you are" Janice chuckled lightly as she came into view. "Are you ok? you seemed really out of it..." The girl walked up to him and placed her hand on his arm and it took him a moment of panic to pull away from her touch. She was too caring for her own good and wasn't even aware of the danger she just placed herself in. "Don't touch me" He spoke harshly and glared at her, one again he was about to lose a dear friend because of this curse. "I can't stand being around you and your filthy mudblood friends" He spoke coldly to her and had to fight the urge to run forward and hug her when such a hurt look cross her face. "Fine you arse... have a happy life with your other pureblood jerk friends" Janice scowled at him and turned away quickly storming out of site. "I'm sorry" He didn't speak outloud but wished he did as the girl was lost in his view and he went back to sit at the tree cursing the heavens for damning him.

Hard to decide. But.. it must be Sournois

[dawn]

First Name: Adrian
Last Name: Soares
Age: 15
Appearance:

History:
Adrian was born early in the morning of June 6, 1992 in France. Her parents, Chayse and Emah Soares charished their daughter, maybe even a little too much. She was their only child, which growing up, was the greatest thing. Adrian went through her years being spoiled. She got everything she wanted and if it wasn't good enough, she got something better. In her younger years, Adrian loved her life dearly.

But months after she turned 13, her mother became extrememly ill. Soon after, her mother was hospitalized, Adrian found herself quite alone since her father was too occupied with his work. As the days went by, Adrian's behavior grew more and more out of hand. School had become unimportant to her so each day, she toremented the other students, even the teachers. For most of the school day, Adrian was seen sitting in the office. Growing frustrated, the principle of the school just kicked her out, but Adrian didn't care.

She spent two years being ordered around by her father, whom she onced loved but now despised. One day, their owl came in with the mail. Adrian retrieved it and noticed a letter. Handing the rest of the mail to her father, she began to rip open her first piece of mail. With a scream, she hopped around. Her only dream was going to come true. As a teen, her mother attended Beauxbatons and Adrian only wanted to be there, away from her father. Emah had told her daughter stories about the school and ever since then, Adrian knew that Beauxbatons was the school she wanted to go to.

Personality:
Adrian is usually a laid back, friendly person. Her mood swings come and go often and small things can make her grow defensive. Even though she can control her temper, she usually chooses not to only for the fact that she was used to having to defend herself with no support. Manipulating others is something that she was also used to even though she was trying to quite. Adrian was sick of hurting others and deep down, it killed her to know that others were suffering because of her. Attention was something that Adrian loved. Not getting much as a child, she was sure making up for it now. She would do pretty much anything to get the attention she wanted, and if she didn't get it, then her temper would rise.

Reading was something that she enjoyed doing in her spare time. Adrian was an intelligent girl but she chose to keep it to herself. She wanted others to see her as the girl who took nobody's crap and she stood up for herself and herself only. But deep down, she enjoyed learning and she loved animals. For her, her reputation was more important than anything.

Sample RP:
On her way home one day, Adrian decided to take a short cut through the woods. Others in the town grew frightened of the woods because of the noise that spoke in the night. Adrian couldn't have cared any less as she weaved her way between the trees. Keeping her eyes on the ground, she hummed to herself.

With each footstep, leaves crunched under the weight. Quickening her pace, the girl was now pretty much jogging through the trees. Then suddenly, somewhere behind her, a branch snapped. Stopping, Adrian spun around to find that nobody was there. Catching her breath, she turned back around as her eyes swept the area around her. Beginning to walk, a hoarse breathing could be heard. Her heart began to beat a hundred times faster as she attempted to push thoughts from her mind.

Something brushed against her leg. Letting out a scream, Adrian took off in a run. Her foot hooked on a tree root erupting from the ground. Flying through the air, she yelped. Landing heavily on the ground, the breath was knocked out of her. Adrian laid motionlessly on the dirt. After a moment, she rolled over onto her back to find that a hooded figure was standing at her feet. Gasping, she scrambled away. The figure gripped her ankle and pulled her back. Letting out a scream, a tear trinkled down her cheek. Withering around upon the ground, the figure bent down on her. Everything grew silent and motionless for a second then with a blink of her wide, frightened eyes, pain seared in her neck. Biting her bottom lip, Adrian reached up, touching her neck. Looking down at her hand, she yelled. Blood dripped from her index finger.

Frantically sitting up, Adrian pushed the figure away. A few seconds of silence passed then a low, almost growl spoke. "Drink." The single word made a shiver run up her spine. Then the figure reached into a pocket and pulled out a small knife. With a swift movement, he cut his flesh and extended his arm. Adrian stared up into the hood. It was pure blackness, no face could be seen which frightened her even more. Afraid, she did what she was told. A few drops of blood fell upon her tongue then a few more.

Adrian knew exactly what was happening. She had read about it in a book that she found while cleaning her father's library. Within a minute, the transformation was done. Adrian wasn't just an ordinary witch anymore, now more would fear her. Being a vampire wasn't going to be that bad...

Must be Rouerie

[Dominic Hyde]

First Name: Dominik
Last Name: Deisel
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Dominik was born in France to a very wealthy family. They did have some problems. Of course has a kid growing up in a wealthy neighborhood Dominik had lots of problems. He was ridiculed, and made fun of a lot. He didn't have many friends no matter how hard he tried people just didn't want to be friends with him. They all labeled him as a bratty rich kid. Which he wasn't at all. So when he was younger he spent a lot of time by himself, and with his dog. His dog was basically his best friend.

When he turned five his parents divorced. He found out that it was only his mother that had magical blood, and that was why his father left. His mother kept that secret from his father, and his father couldn't handle that. So he left, and wanted nothing to do with his magically inclined son. Of course they got some money from him to help his mother care for Dominik and she kept her job which didn't make them poor in the least. Sometimes he wished it would have. Being an only child born into a rich family was taking it's toll on Dominik.

his mother started dating again after his sixth birthday. Dominik didn't care for any of the guys that she dated, and decided to stay out of her love life. He wanted his mother to be happy, but it was going to be near impossible for him to be as happy as he wanted to be. He decided to stay out of her love life until he came across the guys she had been dating. He met him only once, and had a very bad feeling about the guy. He was nice though. Many times the guy would stay the night, and then leave for work the next morning. One morning though he heard the yelling, and the screaming.

It was obviously the man's yelling, and his mothers screaming. He got out of bed to investigate, and in the living room he found the man beating on his mom. For years. Him and his mother had lived alone, and he loved his mother because she was raising him by herself. So the only thing he could think to do would wither be to call the cops or to help his mother. He picked the second one because the cops were slow. When he went over to help her the he was now the one who was getting beat up. He didn't try to stop it or hit the man because fighting fire with fire never solves anything, but it was better him than his mother. His mother started yelling and then he heard the sirens.

The man was taken to jail, and his mother never dated after that. He got his letter to go to Beauxbatons, but at first he didn't think it would be good to leave his mother. After she told him things where going to be fine, and promised him over, and over again that she would take care of herself he decided to go.

Personality: The best word to describe Dominik is faithful. He would be a faithful friend. That is if things go better here then it did at home. He could easily make lost of friends. He is a nice out going person. He gives lost of thought to other people's feelings before he says anything. He wouldn't say anything to deliberately hurt someone feelings, and if something he wanted to say could possibly hurt someone's feelings he wont say it.

He tends to have an attitude sometimes though. When he wants to be alone, and people wont let him that's when he becomes testy. Sometimes it could be the weather that puts him in a bad mood too, but he is not a fighter by any means. If someone wants to fight him he wouldn't. If it was for a good reason. Which there are very little then he might, but overall it's just not him.

Sample RP: As the train came to a stop Dominik lurched forward into the seat in front of him. He wasn't prepared for that at all. It was a good thing he had his own compartment. That would have been something that people might wanted to make fun of him for, and having another thing that people could make fun of would literally be the death of him. Dominik stood up, and straightened out the hideous robes that he was forced to wear during the sorting ceremony. The only thing that made him feel anywhere near comfortable was the fact that he had his own clothes underneath. He was itching to get up to the castle, and take it off, but until he got sorted there was no way he was going to be able to take it off. He made his way out of the train, and wondered how his stuff would make it to the school. Then he remembered it was a magic school.

It felt like forever before he reached the castle, but he was glad they had. The cold weather was horrible. He hated the snow, and the icy wind. It felt like daggers stabbing him in his face, and hands. Dom followed the rest of the new students in through the large doors of one of the biggest place he had ever seen. It struck his curiosity as to how many students could actually fit in a place like this, and he was sure to find out eventually. He didn't feel out of place though with how many new students were in front, and behind him. There were bound to be a lot. He just didn't know there were that many magical families in France. He had only heard of witches and wizards in books. To know that he had been among this many families kind of amazed him.

They were lead into the great hall. Where there were three tables. All looked to be too filled up for anyone else to sit down, but he was sure they would make room somehow. One by one the kids were called up, and asked to put on a cloak. As the cloak was put on sometimes even before it was put on. It yelled out a house name. The closer the list got to his name the more anxious he got. As his name was called he hesitantly walked onto the platform the was visible to everyone in the room. He took a deep breath, and followed the example of the students before him. He places the cloak around himself. He waited, and waited for the thing to yell something out. He closed his eyes, and waited for it. Anticipating the moment it would say something.

Must be Rouerie

[jai1]

First Name:Vanna
Last Name: Spallanzani
Age: 16
Appearance:

History:
Vanna was born on April 12. Her parents, Cecil and Lillian Spallanzani thought of her and her sister as a gift from god. She never got to know any of her parents since her mother died giving birth and her father shortly after. Both the sisters where put up for a adoption right away. Just a few years later they where adopted by a couple, Emily and Neville. They had two kids of their own and didn't mind taking in two more, but of course the other two did mind.

As Vanna grew older she became interested in the arts of singing and drawing. She had a beautiful voice and she sang when she could. On a cold winter night a couple years before attending Beauxbatons she was in a musical. Having the lead, she sang her solo; but she simply choked and ran out, not singing again in front of people thinking they would remember her as the girl who choked. Her adopted parents thought she should move on in life and go to a different school. After looking at many schools it came down to her going to Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts.

Personality: Vanna Rae is a simple teenage girl. She has the same problems has most but doesn't worry about them as much as most. She is some what of a bookworm and keeps her nose in a book every so often. But she still likes to have fun. The type of fun is likes is basic stuff. Going to the park and messing around on the see saw or maybe go get a drink at a random club. Many think of her as a goody goody since she doesn't do much of the getting into trouble like Marlyn does.

Van isn't much of a fighter. But if you get her pissed off enough on a bad day, she will at least try to kick your butt or tell you off. Most of the time she just walks away. When it comes down to being in love or lust she seems to act a tad bit kiddie-ish, but not too much. Most of the time she is down to earth and calm. Vannie tries to get along with every one and makes friends.

Vanna can also be very random at any given time. Not say anything out loud random but just do a back flip in the air kind of random, even though she doesn't like to do that much. As far as when she gets nervous her heart will simply beat faster and she would think crazy weird thoughts about what could happen
Sample RP:

Today was the day that Vanna Rae would be singing at the theater in London. She was a bit nervous as the day was coming closer to the time to sing and the plane was getting closer to the theater. She had never been nervous before, but she had never sang in London either. Neville, her adopted father, add gave her the idea to sing an English folk song, Scarborough Fair. It was a song that his mother had taught him and loved. Respecting his wishes she practiced months before and still did.

Looking out the window, she saw a bunch of birds fly by. Oh how she wished that she was one of them, able to jump out of the plane and fly away with them. Suddenly Vanna felt a hand lay on her knee looking over she saw Camden looking at her. "Don't worry, I'm sure you will do fine. You have a beautiful voice. The best I every heard." She smiled and removed his hand from her knee. "Thanks but I'm still like your sister so no hand on my knee if you will."


As the plane landed she jumped up quickly and took a deep breath. She wasn't ready for London to hear her sing. She couldn't do it. Van knew she would mess up, something had to go wrong. Always when something good happened to her something bad always happens next. Did her dress shrink on the way here? Did Neville loose the tickets to get in? Or perhaps her mind was overlooking the whole situation and she just needed to calm down. There was nothing to worry about, she had sang before in front of people before she could do it again, she just didn't know it was going to be live on television.

Must be Cossu

[shannonleurope]

First Name:Shannon
Last Name: Leurope
Age: 13

Appearance: i8.photobucket.com/albums/a23/shannonrw/lsalaaaa.jpg

History:Shannon was born and half-raised in the United States, but moved to France reluctantly at only age 5, leaving her friends and all of her relatives. She attended a public school until she attended Beauxbaton.

Personality:Shannon is very intelligent and loves to learn and, sometimes, study. She is amazingly sweet, but explodes easily if you tick her off. She ALWAYS speaks her mind whether it can get her in trouble or not, the truth hurts.

Shannon is a very clingy person, when you pull away. She often looks for a friend in anyone, no matter how hated or loved the person is. She loves nature too, she is often founds playing in streams and forests, its where she is inspired most.

Sample RP:
Shannon stared out into the sparkling lake, her teeth grinding every moment as she sat in deep thought. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breathe of the sweet lake water that she loved so, so much. Her lips, pink and small, curled in and out as she talked to herself. She hadn't really met anyone yet.

She quickly and longingly kicked off her shoes into the air and ran into the lake until it was knee-length, despite the fact her socks were now covered in mud. She clenched her fist and looked down at her feet, slowly walking back onto the grass. Slowly picking up her shoes, she grabbed out her schoolbooks and in dread, looked around at the friends surrounding the lake talking and laughing, as if they were the center of the world. She longed to have that, friends to talk and laugh to, cry to. But ever since she began to attend Beauxmaton she hadn't really met anyone that she had talked to. Could she have made friends by now if she made the effort? Possibly. But she didn't have the courage, she never did.

You need to add more to your history. Also maybe a little more to your personality and RP Sample.

[Mister James B. Swift]

First Name: James
Last Name: Mustang
Age: 17::19
Bloodline: Vampire-blood

Appearance:

James is rather tall, standing at 6'2". He is quite slim, yet toned. His hair is a pale shade of blonde, with darker roots, which he either wears slicked back or in a mess. His eyes range from a light shade of blue to almost black, depending on his mood.

Personality
James was always the quiet one. He was down to earth, but it wasn't like he was a wet towel. He is very calm, and rarely quick to act. He is a little too curious for his demeanor, and quite arrogant, but can be dependable if it is needed. He cares a little too much about people, and has learned to guard his heart more carefully than is probably needed. He is slow to open up to people, which makes him a great confidant.

History:
James grew up in Germany with his brother, Roy, on land passed down over the generations to his father. The family was pure-blood- and proud of it. He grew up believing that pure-bloods were the only ones worth doing magic, but as he got older and gained more awareness of the world around him, he slowly learned that bloodlines don't always count for everything. He became a vampire when he was seventeen, and because of his inability to live with his family, he went to live with a German vampire named Wilhelm Burby to learn how to be around humans and magical folk. He was there for two years before Burby decided it was imperitive for James to resume his studies by moving on to Beauxbatons. Burby took him through strenuous practices in wielding his vampiric abilities and in being around people, training him until he felt James could be trusted again.

RP Sample:

James sought sanctuary most days in these woods around his home. They were very old, and very overgrown, and he loved how different they were every time he entered them. He rarely strayed this far, and he was miles farther than he'd been before. Suddenly, he heard a loud, continuous crashing noise, as if a huge battle was breaking loose. He ran through the forest, jumping over fallen logs and ducking under low branches till he came to a clearing.

The sight ahead made him halt, his eyes widening in horror. A massive grey bear was clawing frantically at a man, the two stumbling head over heels repeatedly. James had never seen anything like it, and his gaze locked on as he crept closer to the edge of the woods. He crouched, intent on the fight, hardly hearing the loud crunch his boots made as he moved forward. But the man heard him. He looked up, pausing in his struggles, his black eyes finding James in the darkness. James' eyes widened, shocked when the bear tore itself from the mans grip and scrambled toward the opposite side of the clearing.

The man looked back at the bear, and then returned his piercing gaze to James. The colouring in his eyes deepened, his hungry expression turning furious. In an instant he was before James, crunching the boy's body against a tree. "How dare you!" the man cried, before he bit into James' shoulder, tearing the muscle with his teeth. James' eyes widened in shock, helping him to bear the utter pain that shot up his neck. His body felt as if it was being broken, the pressure of the tree pressed into his spine.

Before he could realize what happened, he was hurled sideways and landed on the ground. He looked up, his eyes barely open in agony. The bear had returned, followed by an other, and they were bating the man, circling him slowly. The man lunged at one, swinging his solid arms at the bear's head. The three figures thrashed together, pulling at one an other and, unable to stay put in one spot, moved away from James. He drifted, trying desperately to watch the battle, and to think what he should do. He tried to move, but was immobile under the pain igniting his body. The three finally faded from view, their massive attack moving them on. Slowly, he fell from consciousness, his body slack in the leafy growth at the edge of the woods.

James opened his eyes, slowly at first, fighting against the crusted sleep that glued his eyelids shut. His felt a strong tightness in his stomach, and realized he was starving. He sat up slowly, his hands pushing against the thin sheets on his bed. He looked around his room, the high curtains were shut tight against the outside world. He pulled himself up from the bed, his hands clasping his growling stomach, and walked to his wardrobe to find a pair of casual robes. He pulled them on over his linen pants and turned to the mirror hanging on the door.

What he saw made him pause. He was white... a pallid shade much fairer than his normal complexion. His brow furrowed miserably. He walked quickly to his bedroom door, intending to find his parents and ask them if anything strange had happened to him during the night. The door didn't budge. It was locked, and no amount of spell he could think of could open it. He pounded on the door, calling out in confusion. "Hey! Why is the door locked? What's happened?" he cried. He didn't understand why they would lock his door. He suddenly noticed the deep indentions he'd left in the massive door's surface. The wood was splintered and bruised, but hadn't felt any pressure on his fists. Finally he heard someone speaking on the other side of his door.

"Son? You are awake?" came his father's voice. "Be careful, we will explain everything", he said.

James glared ridiculously at the door. "What is there to explain? How come you have the door locked?" he asked. He sat on the edge of his bed, his head buried in his hands in confusion. His stomach tightened, lurching. He smelled something... enticing. "What is going on?" he cried as he heard his father's footsteps fading.

Suddenly, a wrinkled little being clad in a stained dish cloth popped in beside him. It gave him a wide berth, and held out a hefty mirror. "Master would like Master to use this glass", he said, holding the mirror timidly. "It will help you to understand, that is what he said."

Before James could interrogate the elf, it had popped out of vision, probably to return to the kitchens. He peered into the glass, noticing a much older self reflecting back. It was his father, his face sad and perplexed. "Father, seriously, this is rediculous. What is so bad that you have to send one of those in to give me something?" he asked.

His father frowned. "I am sorry, son, but house elves are fine around... erm. You", he said apologetically. Before James could ask for an explanation, his father continued. "See, do you remember? The tear in your shoulder? The forest? You were out too late... I found you. Some of the stable hands helped me?" His father knew James didn't remember. "I do not know exactly what happened, son. But a vampire got a hold of you. It has been two weeks, you've drifted in and out... of course you wouldn't remember", he said. His father explained the healing he'd gone through, how his parents had the best healers to their home, the most knowledgeable on vampiric transformations.

James couldn't believe what was happening. It was coming back, though very slowly. The man... the bears... the fight. The horrible pains that shot through his body as the man tore at his being. "I'm... am I...?" his voice trailed off. He was not sure if he wanted to know or not.

His fathers voice came slowly, sadly. "Yes, son", he began. "You are a vampire. That is why we cannot let you out yet. Do you feel that hunger, the thirst? It is your need. For blood. You are not safe for us yet." He looked at James, his features taught and worried. "But we have made arrangements for you", he said. "There is a man who has volunteered to teach you his way of life, a way so you do not have to take human flesh. We would like you to take this opportunity, my son. Both I and your mother."

James shook his head slowly. "I can't believe this", he sighed. "Of course I will go. Of course", he said, still unable to fully comprehend what had happened. "I really... I just cannot... this is horrible", he muttered.

The day waned, night, and his time of leave, taking an agonizingly slow time to come. James' emotions ebbed and flowed throughout the night, his anger strong at times, at others his being racked with sorrow. When dusk settled, he watched the moon, the white orb rising in the east, as the sun made its slow descent in the west. The same little house elf popped into his room, this time a little less timid. "It is Master's time to go", he said. The creature opened the door, allowing James enter into the familiar hallway. It was deserted, emphasizing the loneliness James felt as he followed the little being down the stairs to the front door.

A man stood impressively tall in the hallway, his alabaster skin glowing in the candlelight. He held his hand out to James, and clamped his feet together. "James, I presume", he said, his thick voice echoing through the hall. "I am Wilhelm Burby. I daresay I was expecting someone a little less..." the man paused, searching. "Mature", he said, a grin spreading across his face. "But let us make the best of this situation, shall we?" James nodded sullenly. The creature by his feet held open the heavy oak doors to lead them into the moonlight. He noted the carriage standing before the steps, void of any horse or driver. "Thestrals, my good man... thestrals", Wilhelm claimed, patting James on the shoulder. "Shall we go?" he asked, leading on to the open door. James started toward the carriage and stepped slowly into the velvet room. At the close of the door, the carriage jolted, rushing past the trees, the world beyond the windows fading into a silvery wall, toward his new life, his new home.

((OOC: This character was created with permission and in a personals filler for Roy Mustang, just in case you were wondering about my using him for a brother and the last name.))

Must be Sournois

[kaylamichellew]

First Name: Kayla (Middle name's Michelle)
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 seven 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. In case, 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 don't 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 borderline 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?

Her adopted parents are friends with her real parents? Then why did they give her up and why did your character think they were dead? Also if the mom lost the baby in the accident then the baby wouldn't be 2 months old.

Kayla doesn't know, so I didn't include it. Her real parents gave her up, because they were being hunted down by evil peoples. My character thought they were dead, because her adoptive parents would just start crying, so she assumed it. It actually would be 2 months old, just in her stomach 2 months old.

Did you know that at 8 weeks the fetus (which is what you'd call the unborn child as it isn't yet born) is about the size of a coffee bean? From the top of its head down to its bottom it would be about 0.61 inches, and weigh one gram. I highly, highly, highly doubt that they'd bury something the size of a coffee bean, especially since it'll be in a ton of blood.

I am never, ever drinking coffe, again! Let me make that....7 months.

[erynmay]

Name: Aisha Rai

Age: 17

Appearance:
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(Just display the link, the picture is too big)

Personality:
Aisha takes on many of the characteristics of her element; air. She is flighty, finding a reason to disappear as soon as most approach her. Her shyness does nothing but increase the appeal she holds to most, particularly males of other races, in fact she is somewhat unbeknown to it, seeing as she is merely average by standards of her race.
If by luck one gets to know her, she has a wit unmatched by many, she is also rather loud and outspoken. The only thing more powerful than her loving nature would be her fear of werewolves, result of the tales from her race.
Aisha is incredibly suspicious and has never trusted, she doesn’t know the meaning of the word, but is fairly certain it is about as mythical as the concept of love.

History:
Aisha’s childhood was troubled to say the least and she no longer lives at home running away after her fourteenth birthday, she fended for herself on the streets for the next to years, until when she presumbed was her 16th birthday, she had lost the concept of the date, after the first few months. Her beautiful mother was a fairy, ungifted with the ability to control an element, she was somewhat unable to protect herself against the powerful wizard she was forced to call her husband.
Aisha’s dad is the soul reason Aisha doesn’t believe in trust or love, she remembers the nights of being curled up on the top of the stairs watching him hit or curse her mother to within an inch of her life, leaving her fair skin blackened with bruises and slightly deformed due to swelling, where love should have been in her family was a cold hatred and fear, but worse were the nights of horror, the times when she could never sleep because her father would touch her, that’s how it started when she was four, her would touch her, kiss her, of course she had no idea of what was going on…she was nine when her ‘father’ first had his way with her and was fourteen when it stopped. At sixteen she got a job sweeping floors and singing in a tavern, they allowed her residence and food in exchange for her work. She has never told anyone of her home life and hopes that Beauxbatons will be void of any of the abusive characteristics of her home life.

Role-Playing Sample:
I woke up with a start the cold feel of steel was not pressed on my fingers and what dripped across my forehead I quickly realised was not blood but sweat. The walls around my room seemed to be closing in slowly my mind wasn’t designed to deal with these dreams for much longer. I clambered out of my single bed, leaving the sheets in disarray, I glanced at the clock and the neon green numbers read 3.15am. Groaning I walked into the bathroom washing my clammy hands and face underneath the running tap and looked up.
Looking back at me, was a stranger, cheekbones pronounced from weeks of not eating properly, eyes wide in their hollow sockets, usually lush chocolate coloured hair a dead oily mess. I didn’t know this stranger, lifting my hand I waved, the girl waved back, I danced, and she followed my choreography perfectly. Finally I reached forward to touch the girl’s hand but where warm flesh should have met my skin, I felt cold glass. I began to sink toward the black tiles of my bathroom floor, catching myself on the sink, I held myself up, staring in bewilderment at my reflection.
This was the resault of my 'fathers' work, I was under house arrest on my own will, I was free to leave whenever I wanted to, but I still couldn’t bring myself to leave, I didn’t even know the monster I had become. Stumbling down the hall to the kitchen, I half-heartedly made myself breakfast; I sat down with the bowl of cereal, choking on the first mouthful as my body refused to receive its necessary nutrients.
“Aisha,” Thomas -the bars owner- yawned as he rounded the corner entering the kitchen, “Why are you awake?” He asked, the statement had no real emotion behind it, I could tell, he didn’t even care I was awake, why should he? I wasn’t his daughter or anything, he was merely being polite.
“Couldn’t sleep,” I mumbled in reply, tossing my untouched cereal into the sink. I could see him itching to tell me off, and tell me to at least throw the food away, but he bit his tongue, a muffled noise escaping his lips in response of my statement. My bare feet padded the cold floor as I walked back up the stairs, into the bathroom and in turn to the shower, turning on the boiling stream of water.

Must be Rouerie

[emilyscool123]

First Name: Cassie
Last Name: Meadows
Age: 13 born on 20th june 1994
Appearance: <img src="http://gallery.ewva.net/albums/premieres/ootp-la/normal_002.jpg">
History: Cassie grew up in london where her father was an english muggle and her mother a french witch who attended beauxbatons. When she was a baby she was born with glowing blue eyes like her mothers but turned brown after a few months like her fathers, she resembles her mother alot. she attended muggle school when she was a child finding it hard to hide her big secret, she recieved a letter to hogwarts and beauxbatons. but her mother wanted cassie to follow her footsteps so sent her to beauxbatons in france, cassie and her Father, Mother, Little Brother, Baby Sister and Grandma (quater veila) now live on the outskirts of paris where cassie attends beauxbatons every year.
Personality: Cassie is a brave girl lively girl who isnt afraid of a bit of mud unlike her fellow pupils, cassie is a very likeable, beautiful charecter with a big imagination. she is very confident and popular with her friends. she dreams of being an auror one day even though her parents disapprove of this. she can speak english, french, latin and turkish. shes quite smart but she prefers being outside with with her friends.
Sample RP: Cassie Meadows was running towards the castle, sweat drenching down her pretty face, the bottom of her skirt torn. Someone appeared from behind a wall looking at Cassie suprised "Miss Meadows! shouldnt you be in class!" belowed Madam Maxime her overlarge hands pointing towards the entrance.
"yes mam, i was just well...."
"what?" Cassie tried to think, how was she going to explain where she just was without ruthie getting into any trouble.
"i was checking on the unicorns, they looked so lonely" cassie said her pale cheeks red.
"you expect me to believe this nonsense! ive had just about enough of you Miss Meadows....come with me" Cassie could feel her cheeks burning under her blue poncho. Madam Maxime led Cassie towards her office, cassie was speechless her lips were dry. someone came towards them holding a bright blue parchment.
"Madam! i think you should know Miss Meadows here was doing a task for me she was advised to tell noone which means not you madam, not being rude" said the tall man stroking his moustache.
"what sort of task?"said Madam Maxime confused
"well....its private as i said"
"ok then fine but i want information if this happens again"
"ok" said the man waiting for madam maxime to get out of ear shot
"are you ok?" he said
"yes im fine, but why did you...." cassie said anxiously
"im your new defence against the dark arts teacher, i saw you with ruthie, i know what happened"
"you do" said cassie blushing.
"yes and ive went through that aswell so i know how you feel about moving from london" said the man
"why thank you, whats your name...i mean proffesor" the man laughed happily
"all in good time" and he walked down the corridor rolling up the parchement in his hand.
cassie stood there for a moment then made her way to her next leson.

You need to change your display name so that you have both a first and last name. From what I've seen, you need to fix a lot of your spelling errors. She wouldn't recieve a letter from both schools either, it'd be one or the other, so choose. But I'll read the rest once you change the display name.

[calebcollins]

First Name:Caleb

Last Name:McCarthy

Age:17

Appearance:

History:Caleb grew up in Dublin, Ireland with his mother, father, and three sisters. He was the baby in the family, getting spoiled with things he wanted but having the expectation to follow his sisters greatness in Hogwarts. Caleb never liked being a follower, in his mind he was a leader and a good one at that. When Caleb's letter came to him from Hogwarts stating he would be going there he was somewhat over joyed about it. Even though it would be following his sisters he had wished to study magic like everyone in his family.

Caleb arrived at the school, somewhat young and naive, picked on by the older kids and always getting pranks played on him. He didn't like this much and it made his personality become a sometimes angry one. After the older students found another pawn to pick on Caleb settled into his studies and played on the Ravenclaw quidditch team. He was the teams seeker and loved what he did. Although the team hadn't won many cups Caleb was still proud to be on the team.

While Caleb had left Hogwarts for the summer he had made the mistake of venturing into a dark alley on the streets of Dublin. There was a homeless man sitting at the end of it, and a curious Caleb when to go see if he needed help. The man had lunged at Caleb, sinking his sharp teeth into his neck and sucking him dry. The man forced Caleb to drink his blood, turning him into the souless monster that he feared.


When Caleb realized what he turned into he had left Hogwarts in fear of hurting those around him. He went into hiding in Ireland, finding a small country cottage to stay in until he could control his thrist. After fifteen years of self imprisonment Caleb felt he would be able to return to the world he so loved. The first people he found was his family, explaining to them what he had become, and although they were rather scared they still accepted him.

Caleb stayed with his mother and father for sometime before deciding that his calling was somewhere else. He bid them farwell and packed his bags, heading towards France. When he arrived there he had heard of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and enrolled, to continue is left off schooling.

Personality:Caleb has a warm and loving personality, although what he is tends to mask that sometimes. He loves people and sometimes envies them because they still have a beating heart. He sometimes has anger explosions on those he loves or cares about because he feels they dont understand him and never will. Caleb is extremely loyal and once he likes you he will defend you from anything. Although once you are on Caleb's bad side there is never any chance to switching to the good.

Sample RP:Ava stood at the kitchen sink, srcubbing the plates from the meal she had just eaten. A smile was always on her face since she had found Caleb again and was happy that he had stayed with her for as long as he had. "Caleb!" She called, turning her heard towards the stairs and looking for him.

"Coming," Caleb called back and hurried down the stairs, walking into the kitchen and smiling as he leaned against the door frame. He crossed his arms across his chest, looking over at Ava and then towards the pictures that hung on the wall. Ava had, had a child out of wedlock and had supported the two of them for the last five years, although Caleb had a job she refused to take money from him.

"Can you please pick James up for me?" Ava asked Caleb and blew the bubbles from her arms as she went about drying the pots and pans. Caleb had picked James up from school almost everyday since his first day of kindergarten. He had loved James so, and treated him as if he was his own. Ava had finished drying the pots and pans and then put them in their assigned places and turned to face Caleb. "Please?"

Caleb laughed slightly at her begging and nodded his head. "Dont I pick him up everyday?" Caleb teased and pushed himself off the doorframe and walked towards the back door. He smiled at Ava as he walked by her and twisted the brass knob pulling open the door. He grabbed his black peacoat off the rack and began the seven block walk to the local private school.

Must be Sournois