Sorting (Term Eight)

[alex]

Note*
During the history I refer to him as either Antonio or Alex.
Once you read the history you'll understand what I mean

First Name:

Originally Antonio, now Alexander

Last Name:

Originally Paouli, now Della Penna

Age:

Looks sixteen, is truly 2,409 years old.

Appearance:

Alex is mostly described as good looking, and nothing more. Many different, lovely features were graced upon him, but not many people notice. He often gets washed away in crowds, never standing out or trying to make a name for himself. He could be popular, and have an exciting life, but chooses to lie low. He doesn't think the attention is worth risking what is the biggest secret that he'll ever have. Most people think he's being rude and snobbish when he blows people off, thinking that he's just conceited and thinks he's superior because of his good genes, but he just doesn't want to put people in danger.

Alex tries to blend in with other people, and so he goes for the overused skater look. He lets his hair hang long, avoiding the hair salon for as long as possible. His light brown hair is often in his face in an attempt to hide his eyes. Since he has nobody to guide him, he just does what he wants with his appearance. He never tries to hard, and stays with the fact that the only person he ever needs to please is himself. Many girls have always wanted to be with him, but only because of his looks. Alex keeps his style the same so people will hopefully get bored with him.

His eyes. His eyes are the thing that draw people in, what make people ask "what's he thinking?" They're usually a warm brown that shine and dance in the light. Even when Alex is frowning, his eyes can immediately lighten the mood. Unfortunately, due to his vampire blood, this can change in an instant. He's been dealing with this problem for over two thousand years, but every time he gets angry or cautious, his eyes change color to an extreme shade not seen anywhere but horror movies. When the danger is mild, his irises turn gold. If the danger is close, his eyes turn silver. If the risk is extreme, and right in front of him, then they will be a striking snow white. The white against the black of his pupils makes him outraged. He doesn't know why, but he hates his eyes, and would rather them be completely black.

Alex has a very muscular body, with broad shoulders and lean legs. During his human years when he lived in Sparta, Greece, he was trained in the harshest conditions, and without mercy. The muscles he gained stayed with him through his transformation, and during that time he gained even more. He's extremely strong, and can practically lift a freight train. He doesn't have the muscles of a bodybuilder, and keeps his strength to himself. He's secretly proud of his strength, as most vampires become abnormally strong after their change. Alex suffered through years of torturous war training to gain what he has now.

Alex has an odd style. Though his hair is that of a skaters, he has the clothing of a nerd. It's not so bad, and he doesn't wear pocket protectors or anything, but he does wear vests and collared shirts often. He finds the style of kids today annoying and stupid. He'd much rather make a fool of himself than fall subject to peer pressure of today's society. His clothes don't distract people from his appearance in general, but some do gossip about his "fashion don't" look. The upside is that it makes parents and teachers like him, and make them avoid the idea that the sweet teenager could be something not so great.

Alex has many different facial expressions, each one set for an emotion. He never makes up any, as he has had plenty of time to practice and memorize each one. It's become sort of a pastime for him. He's constantly exaggerating them, and when he's annoyed, he has his trademark glare. He can pretty much make anyone back off, and he doesn't care how many people get bothered by it. He doesn't have one for "confused" yet, and he's done that on purpose. He has a long time to live, and what will he do in the next 100 years?

History:

Antonio Paouli (Alex) was born on May 2, 401 B.C. in Athens, Greece. He was born into a wealthy wizarding family that got it's money from a slave driving business. Antonio always talked to the slaves, even let some free. His mother, Joanne, knew about his secret, and kept it to herself. She even held special meeting times for them to communicate. His father, Marcus, was disgusted by slaves. He hated everything about them, and tortured them nightly. If he had known that his own son was communicating with them, he would've disowned him, or killed him.

Marcus was a harsh man, and had four other sons besides Antonio. Each of them was strong, fit, and merciless, warriors in training. Even though they were dedicated young men, they hated Athens, and wanted to leave as soon as possible. At the time, the Peloponnesian War was going on between Athens and Sparta, and the boys, besides Antonio, were sent to war. Marcus went with the sons, ready to put his "master plan" into action, or so he had told his family.

The truth was that they were actually on Sparta's side, and planned to infiltrate the Athenian army. Antonio was disgusted with his father's acts, and against his will, was forced to join the Spartan army at only age eight. Training hard, he was whipped and beaten when he didn't follow the rules. He was a young boy in the shoes of a twenty year old. He was small and defenseless, and was put in the front line of war, as a meaningless sacrifice. Everyday he was forced to sneak up behind Athenian men, and stab them in the back, figuratively and literally.

These were people he knew, people he liked, people who'd trusted him. Once when he refused to kill one of his slaves, he had to go without food for two weeks, only able to obtain it from stealing. As he grew older and stronger, he started to stop resisting what was expected of him. Kill or be killed. The war seemed to be lasting forever, and more torturous events occurred. His mother started to go insane from all of the suffering she had been through, and she killed a slave that Alex had had a romantic connection with. Joanne never left the house, and soon stopped talking. Sometime later that year, she was killed in a raid of the town.

During one of the bloodiest battles of the war, Antonio was put on the front line. This time as a weapon and not a distraction. Using long poles tipped with metal, the men charged, but something went wrong. One of the men forgot to stop, and the metal went straight into Antonio's back. He lay bloody on the ground with a battle raging around him. Suddenly, before he knew what was happening, he was whisked off by a mysterious figure. The man had a rough grip and a calm, soothing voice. This was the vampire that would turn Alex into what he is today. His transformation process took around three painful days, and he was finally done. He, Antonio Paouli, was a vampire.

He didn't try to hide his new-found strength. Being a newborn, he roamed wild, biting the enemy to join him. Soon, he had built a third army, a vampire army. None of the Spartans knew, as the vampires were on their side. Antonio grew mad with power, though he was only seventeen years old. He changed random people off the street, and he had hit eighty people when things went downhill. The vampires terrorized the towns, going on killing streaks. The worse happened when on of the vampires killed Alex's family, not even knowing who they were. Alex only saw what had happened when he found them dead, bite marks on their necks. Not even bothering to fix the mess that he had made, he moved to London, England to start a new life and to try to forget his old one that had ruined so many other's.

Even though he wanted to keep on the down low, things soon grew boring for him. He wanted something interesting to do, but nothing came to mind. Then, he remember the anonymous letters that people had sent to the Grecian newsletter. To bring some spice to London's gray scenery, Antonio created a new name: Alexander Conor Della Penna. Alexander and Conor were his two favorite brothers, and "Della Penna" meant "of the pen" in Italian. It seemed normal enough, and so he started sending in the letters. The were bashes about the government, society, and the King. It became apparent that Alexander Della Penna was one of the most talked about people in the world, and wasn't afraid to speak his mind.

Nobody suspected Antonio, or anyone, to be Alex. People thought that he was just someone who had a lot to say. He grew frustrated that no one cared who he really was now, and so he started introducing himself as Mr. Alexander Conor Della Penna, and nothing otherwise. He knew that it could come out to no good, as he was practically wanted by the police because of his rants about the government. On the other hand, he was wanted by the Spartan police, and vampires, too. He had abandoned them in their time of need, and though they still one the war, remembered what he had done. Alex remained Alex Della Penna throughout the years, though he was put in jail for two years, he still told the guards it was his name.

Of course, he didn't stay in jail for two years, more like two and a half days. Then, he pushed the bars aside with his great strength and set off elsewhere. He just got up and left. The men made no try to stop him, as they had seen what he had done with the bars. Alex calmly strolled the streets of London, people thinking that he had been set free because of some mistake. One day, he caught notice that an old friend of his had become jealous of his popularity. He seemed suspicious, and abnormally giddy, but in a dark way. Suddenly, London was filled with a sea of vampires. The man had told the Spartans who he actually was. It had been quite a number of years since the war ended, but the vampires had not forgotten. They were decent, and had no intent of ripping everyone apart. They were saving that for Alex.

Alex, being scared for his life, ran. Ran as far as he could, and swam across the ocean into the main part of Europe. He got as far as Luxembourg before he took a break. He knew that the men were following him, and he had to act quickly. He scented many vampires in the area, and so hid among mass groups of them. They didn't care who he was, and let him stick with them for a while. After he felt that the others were gone, he made his way to Switzerland, hoping to finally relax for a bit.

While he was there, he wrote letters to the editor of a local newspaper, just about random things in the articles. He liked Switzerland for its simplicity and calm aura, and felt no need to mess it up. He signed his letters Antonio Paouli, as no Muggle had been alive to witness what he had done. The vampires thought he was dead for a short period of time, as he had out an obituary in the paper, stating that he had died of a car crash. It was what most vampires had when they died, not that they were ripped to shreds by a pack of wolves or anything. He wasn't very frightened, as he had gotten a special gift when he turned into a vampire, strategy and agility. Both had become key parts in his survival.

By now, it was around present time, and Alex received a letter from Beauxbatons. At first, he said no, thinking that it was some trap. Then he remembered that vampires couldn't smell a wizard, and so they had no clue that he held magical properties. He ended up saying alright, and isn't sure what to think. One things for sure, though; he'll always be on his guard.

Personality:

Alex is what you would call a complicated fellow, or some go to the extreme of calling him bipolar. He switches moods constantly, and only warms up to those he really knows. He isn't one to just become best best best friends with someone the day he meets them. It's a long process, and when it's over, he can tell if someone really cares about him. He himself doesn't really care about anyone unless he feels it's mutual. He constantly feels like he clings to people, though most find him a distant person. Many want to get close to him, though he only picks a select few. He doesn't care about looks or popularity, and would rather someone be repulsive and isolated be his friend than someone supermodel beautiful and very popular. To become his friend, you must also know his moods well.

Sometimes he's very in between, and others he can make no sense at all. He's extremely sarcastic, and will continue to be so even in the worst of times. He doesn't have mercy on anyone, and when he's annoyed, he'll let it all out on you, no matter how you're feeling. Of course, this depends, if you're family just died, then he'll be sympathetic. He's not completely cruel. He gets a lot of his traits from his father, no matter how much he doesn't want to believe it.

Alex hates people fawning over him. If he wanted someone to do so, he'd turn himself into a child. If someone thinks he can't do something, he'll do it his hardest just to show he can. He's been on this world long enough to care for himself. He's seen things that people should never see, and he doesn't hold back. Though he looks like a teenager, he's extremely wise, and he's also extremely independent, though not in the rebellious way that a lot of guys are. He doesn't like asking for help, and he tries to avoid it at all costs. He wants to be his own person, and thinks that he can only achieve this by doing everything himself.

Alex has a preference towards women, but is never considered a lady's man. He's seen the things that men can do, and has been hurt in the deepest way by them. A lot of his best friends are, in fact, women. This is because they strike him as gentle and caring, but they know when to back off. He doesn't really like being in relationships, as he is usually friends with a girl before he has feelings for them. He's a hopeless romantic at heart, and wants to be cared for someone, though it's hard for him. As much as he's a loner, he usually takes a problem to a friend.

As I said before, Alex's moods change in an instant. One single word can make him explode in outrage. Even with a friend, he could be talking to you nicely, then be shouting at you the next moment. He doesn't do this on purpose, in fact, he hates it. He's moody most of the time which just makes people dislike him, but the truth is it's because of something that he can't control. He's forgotten a lot of the things that made up his past, and he sometimes remembers them. The memories aren't good, either. A lot of times he'll see his mother's face right before she died, or the killing of his best childhood friend. His memories revolve around war and war alone. He hasn't told anyone his secret yet, and doesn't plan to in the near future. It's hard for him to make up excuses for his outbursts, but he's been doing it for the past seven hundred years, so it's become easier.

Alex has found comfort in books. He loves reading more than anything in the world. He doesn't go for anything fantasy, but more historical books, such as some about Pompeii, and other happenings. The thing that he reads the most about is Greece. Even though he was actually witnessing everything, from Aristotle to Socrates, he reads to see what he missed, and to see if he remember anything else about his past. He's not sure how far it will get him, but he wants to see what he can find. The only thing that worries him is that he'll find out too much.

Sample RP:

A burst of light erupted in Alex's eyes as he slightly lifted one lid at the sound of his alarm clock. Swearing under his breath, he slowly sat up, making sure not to look into the mirrored that was opposite his bed. He hated seeing his reflection early in the morning, as he knew that his hair would be ruffled, his face pale, and his eyes dull. Nothing sparked his interest in the morning, and he despised getting up early. For the past hundreds of years that Alex had been living, he was able to get up whenever he wanted, except for the time when he was training in Sparta. A shiver ran down his spine as he remembered coming home to his tent, feet bloody and sore, and having to sleep on a mat in mid winter.

Everyday had been the same: wake up at dawn, train all day, and sleep for five hours. As a child of eight years old, he couldn't make a stand or do anything to stop the madness. When he spoke he was only whipped and beaten, sometimes by his own father. Waking from his daydream he found himself lying back down, looking at the ceiling with a look of disgust on his face. All of these thoughts and emotions triggered different memories from long ago, ones that he wanted desperately to forget and leave behind. He tried and tried, but it was something that would never happen easily.

Putting his hands to his face, he sighed in frustration. It was inconceivable that someone should have to go through all this pain and suffering. He knew that he was being selfish, as someone could be worse off than he is now. He didn't really think it was possible, but it wasn't good to feel bad for himself anyway. He sat up quickly, his head spinning from the quick action, and walked over to his closet. Without really looking, he threw something random on. He didn't even take a look once he was finished. Walking into the bathroom he splashed water onto his face and let out a grunt of anger.

When he had looked up at his dripping face, he saw his eyes staring back at him. It wasn't as though he expected to see something other than his face, but what he saw shocked him. His eyes were a color of pale gold. He was confused, as this only happened when there was a possible danger. His eyes changed color when he was angry, upset, or there was danger nearby. Gold was the lowest in rank, then silver was second. First was white, which had only happened once before, when he was being chased by an army of angry vampires. Slamming his fists into the pooling water at the bottom of the sink, he walked out of the bathroom slamming the door behind him.

When he got into his room and saw it from a wide view, he laughed. Through the thousands of years he had lived, he had never learned how to clean his room properly. Sighing in defeat, he went over to his bed and tried to make it look decent. Giving up after two tries, he decided to see if he looked alright. walking in front of the full length mirror that was implanted in the wall, he saw that he was wearing a white collared shirt and jeans with black sneakers. Everything was new, and he thought he looked like someone out of a magazine. Not because of his looks, but because everything looked abnormally clean cut.

Shuffling his feet on the blue carpet of his room, he walked towards the door, and with one last glance, stepped out the doorway into the common room. It was rather late in the morning, and so the room was packed with bustling students, laughing and talking to each other about today's class or the Valentine's dance. He was sort of worried about the dance, as he had seen this girl the day before, this beautiful girl that he planned to ask to dance. He was very old fashioned, and planned to get to know her better, but he wanted to make a good impression. He didn't expect to see her this morning, but he wanted to see her in the future.

He didn't know where he was going, and he just followed the crowd. They poured outside into somewhere near the main grounds. After eavesdropping on someone's conversation, he realized that they were headed towards the carnival. Looking around to see who was going, he didn't see any familiar faces. He walked on with his head down and soon caught sight of numerous rides. He knew that he couldn't do some of them, as he would probably break something with his strength, but he would go on the roller coaster. After all, he needed some thrill today. Walking over to the line he looked behind him and noticed a girl standing and looking into space. Trying to start a conversation, he looked around casually and muttered "Nice day, right?" It was nice for February. It was cold, but not too cold, and even though the sky was gray, there was a feeling of happiness in the air.

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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.

I still think this application is all over the place.

Must be Cossu

[asphodelphoenix]

First Name: Asphodel

Last Name: Phoenix

Age: 14

Appearance: Asphodel is fairly short as she is only 5 feet tall. She is thin too, but not too thin. Her hair usually never stays one colour for long. She prefers her own style over anyone's pre-fabricated fashion. Her eyes are a dark shade of green, the colour of which is brought out well by her pale skin.

History: She was born on July 26th, 1993. Her parents “raised” her on their families estate, which had been in the family for hundreds of years. The house was cold and her elitist, pureblood parents seemed to mimick it in their care. They fervently taught her everything they knew of the world as early as the age of three. When they weren’t paying obsessive attention to her, they were fighting. Always behind shut doors, but Asphodel could always hear. She has a brother, Bragi, 15 years older than her. He’d gone on to work at the ministry. Her parents were so proud of him and always compared her to Bragi. She only saw him at Christmastime, and only for a few days. When he does see her, he continually knocks her down, emotionally. Bragi criticizes everything she does, but when time comes for him to leave, he always says what a perfect girl she is. Asphodel hates him, fervently. As for more distant family, she and her parents hardly visited any. They disapproved of how they raised her even though they shared the elitist attitude. Her mother’s family thought they didn’t try hard enough to make her a “proper young lady of her standing” and her father’s family thought they did too much. On her 13th birthday, her mother bought her a pet cat. Her father objected but her mother got the last word. Asphodel was overjoyed to receive the white Persian kitten and named him Silentium. Silentium was her first and only friend.

Personality: Asphodel doesn't discriminate. She's cold to anyone and everyone. She's apprehensive about their intentions and expects everyone to either want to hurt her or just leave. If she gets to know someone, then she might give them a chance. She hates her name, as she was named for her mother, and prefers to go by Phoenix. If a class interests her, she'll make it a point to do her best. On the other hand, if she finds it dull, she'll do as little as possible. She is, by nature, a loner, but secretly wishes she had some real friends. That's a fact that disgusts her, but she can't help but dream. At home, she usually drowns out the haunting silence with loud music. She’d never tell her parents that it’s muggle music, but she doesn’t care, really. “If it sounds good, it is good.” is what she tells herself. She prefers cats and has a fear of large dogs from past experience. When she was 7, she actually tried to make some friends. She wandered past the forest that separated her from others and found a park. She could see kids her age happily playing and made her way for it. When she’d passed a large section of bushes, she heard some growling and before she knew it, a large dog bounded out. Since it surprised her, she slapped its nose. Stupid, yes, but she’d never seen a dog before, having been shut up in that estate. The slap made it angrier and it bit her. Luckily one of the kids helped her home. Though, she complained that she could’ve gotten home herself. She’s pretty much ungrateful and makes excuses if someone does something for her. Asphodel’s main concern is being self-sufficient and gets angry if someone tries to prove her otherwise.

Sample RP:
Asphodel wandered through her family’s library. The afternoon light that poured through the large, ornate window lifted an infinitesimal bit of gloom from the cold room. She could see the dust floating in the air and tried to catch a bit with her finger. Abandoning the “fun” of the dust, she scanned the familiar rows. This summer had been boring and she needed an outlet for her time. With a bony finger, she twirled a bit of her black and aqua hair. “What to read…” she murmered to herself. The whisper echoed off of the ancient volumes. To any normal person, this would seem haunting, but she’s gotten used to it over the years.
Her eyes finally landed on a book of interest, Mysteries and the Unknown by Mena Leander. She pulled it free of its confines and held it with both hands, examining the age. The leather binding had lost some of its luster and was cracking in places. As she opened it and flipped through the pages, she noticed the familiar scent of years and years gone by and noted the extensive yellowing of the paper. With the book in one hand, she made her way to one of the high-backed chairs. She skimmed across the ink on the front page and table of contents and softly made herself comfortable on the crimson silk that lined the chair.

Must be Sournois

[emihalliwell]

First Name: Emi
Last Name: Halliwell
Age: 14
Appearance: She has medium-short blonde hair, honey brown eyes, and pale, creamy tan skin. She is 5’2” and weighs 100 pounds
History: Born September 10, 1993, Emi was a very active and imaginative child. Always finding something new to do or someone new to play a prank on. But no matter how adventurous she was, Emi could always find solice in a book. That or going to visit her grandmother in Japan and go shopping. Always given something she wanted, she has collected quite a collection of things, including clothing, books, and dolls. Emi was always getting something new and never really got bored with the things she already had. Though because of this she was never really able to have friends…no one really wanted to hang around long because she was always moving. Emi does have people skills…it’s just her personality warded people off, though her Egyptian Mau cat, hide, often did the same. Growing up in a big family and in a big house has made Emi claustrophobic and almost afraid of being alone. This might be why she almost always has at least her cat with her, if not a doll too. She doesn’t have many friends but people were always around her and being without the feeling of another’s presence unnerves her.

Family: Emi is the youngest of nine kids. Having seven older brothers and one older sister. Sadly no one has heard from Melinda, the oldest at 25, in about 5 years. Her brothers; Chris(22), Will(20), Mason and Kyle(the twins age 19), Max(18), Shin(17), and Xander(16) really don’t care about what Emi does until she wants to date someone or if someone wants to date her. Then the five brothers that still live at home are in her business acting like the caring brothers they should have been all along. She doesn’t’t mind so much about the fact that her siblings don’t care; it gives her more freedom to do as she pleases.

Her parents, Mari Halliwell and Christopher Halliwell are getting older, having their oldest at the age of 17. Christopher wanted a big family and Mari was more than willing to give it to him. After five and adopting four they called it quits, having two girls and seven boys. All were trouble for them at one point in time but Emi by far has had the most leniency with it, being the youngest. Her father’s rather wealthy family approved of Mari and have seen to spoiling their grandchildren. With so much going on at once Mari and Christopher don’t really discipline their children, so Emi has been able to get away with just about anything. Mari works in the Department of International Magical Cooperation in the International Magical Trading Standards Body and Christopher is in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and is an influential member of the Wizengamot.

Personality: The simplest way to describe Emi is ‘girl next door’. She has a warm heart and cares for others even if she doesn’t know them. She has a “bad” side too though when inspired. She tries to do what she can for others, being there when she can. Emi is the sort of person that you trust easy and know for years, though she has her quirks and oddities which keep some people from trying to befriend her. Her pranking is one of the only things her teachers never approved of but her high marks always make up for it in the end.

Getting anything below an E is very uncommon for Emi even though she rarely studies for anything. Book smarts come easy to her…street smarts she had to learn and even now she sometimes doesn’t quite catch things. Two of Emi’s greatest passions are books and clothing. Often when she find a new book she likes it’s hard to tear her away from it, but somehow she finds herself outside without it finished.

With clothes it’s just about anything, even pink; which Emi is not all that big a fan of. She wears all kinds of clothes ranging from Lolita to grunge. She loves to express herself with her fashion sense, style, and wacky personality. No one can say that Emi follows the crowd with her style; she has a flare all her own.

Her most precious items though are her dolls, also known as dollfies to some. Each costing in range of 400-600 dollars. Her favorite being a Miyavi doll she recently received as her latest birthday present. Emi’s collection has now reached 23 dolls, having never been able to give one up. Each has been modeled after a person she admires, which are all musicians, and all of them being Japanese. Emi has Miyavi with whenever possible, not really caring if people find it odd or not. The only place she doesn’t have him is in class or when she’s doing anything really active.

Sample RP: “Come on hide! We have to find a good seat…Mom! Make sure my dolls are alright. I only had enough room for Mana, Shinya, Kanon, Miku, and Hyde.” The small blonde said looking at her mother. The woman knew how important the objects were and reasured her daughter that the other 17 dolls still in her room would be fine.

“Emi! Your dolls will be fine. You have to get going here in a minute. You have everything right?” Emi nodded as she held onto Miyavi. Her luggage was next to her and her dolls in two large boxes on top. She wasn’t supposed to bring them but those were her most favorite and never went anywhere without them.

“Clothes, books, dolls, potion stuff, stationary to write home, hide…I think I have everything.” With a smile and a nervous jitter Emi gave her parents a quick hug and kiss before she left them where they stood and took her luggage, ready for school year ahead.

Must be Cossu

[colton]

First Name:
Colton

Last Name:
Hanson

Age:
Seventeen


Appearance:

Often Colton finds himself agreed upon as being handsome, and where he might be good looking he doesn’t like to flaunt his good looks. Generally Colton finds that he likes to be in the back of the crowd as opposed to being out in front. His simple cut, lets his brown hair fall in loose pieces just above his brow, which brings your attention to his strong jaw line. His most sensuous features, his eyes are a brilliant cerulean blue. Though his features can draw attention he tends to dim their allure, to make himself less noticeable in a crowd. Being a werewolf tends to draw him out as a more solitary being.

Colton has a casual dress, crossing slightly between that of a nerdy trend and what you might see in the popular crowd. Often you’ll see him clad in polos or nice button down shirts and jeans, but nothing out of the ordinary. Colton tends to where what is most comfortable for him not tending to care about style. As for posture, Colton definitely holds one of grace and strength. A slouch is never present in Colton he always has a sense of self-assurance about himself, that was one thing he didn’t lose after the shift.

Personality:
Though Colton first comes off as a solitary being, you find that he is a rewarding friend. Being as he doesn’t push himself forward Colton is not very outgoing and tends to let someone else offer there greeting before he replies with his own. He is a quiet individual and often when he speaks he means it. His simple demeanor can be misleading though for he is not shed of emotions. Colton is very aware of everything that happens around him and he is very physically emotional. Being that you can read most of the emotions in his face. His eyes let off a lot of his feeling, but with time you can read each of Colton’s expressions with meaning. Generally he is slow to judge and never “reads a book by it’s cover”. Colton likes to spend a little time with the individual before he offers any formal judgment.

Where Colton may come off as arrogant and slightly sarcastic at first he means nothing of it, it has just become a habitual trait when it came to guarding himself. His moods definitely are reflected by others around him and he has quite the way of affecting others as well. Where he likes to keep to himself his moods can be oddly revealing at times and one has to be ready for changes in mood. One day Colton could be happy go lucky and the next be gloomy, but often he tends to hold the same mood of indifference.

If you happen to befriend Colton and gain his trust he is utterly loyal, though you may find his sarcastic ness still present he offers his friendship completely with no lack of trust. He is truly a deep caring person after you break through his hard outer shell. If you happen to anger him, he ffers only cold indifferene he finds the stupid petty little fights a waste of his time.



History:

Marissa Bennet was considered a beautiful woman in the village and made the most of her life, at a young age she was married to the love of her life, Bowen Hanson. They continued on to have a child. Their first child, a little boy whom they named Drake Hanson. Like themselves their first child was born with out any trace of magic. Their family was small and happy of their place within the city . The years passed with a certain delicacy and the three grew together over the next five years.

It was in Drake’s fifth year that things changed for the worse. Marrissa had had a not so likely chance encounter. Her life was sent in a tilt a whirl after the day she had been so crudely raped.

A new life had been gilded for her. Upon her arrival she had announced a pregnancy, one that did not belong to her beloved yet a wizard. Controversy was heated with the upbringing of this new child. There were those who discouraged it, the child could not be a brilliant soul after all look at the line of parentage. Then there were those who encouraged and she found herself among them, how could she rid herself of a living soul. Bowen wished to be rid of the child, rid of the memories which took his wife, but agreed to follow through with Marrissa’s decision.

As the year rounded and Drake entered his sixth year, child birth came upon Marrissa. It was long and laborious, difficult for not only herself but those who attended her as well. Bowen was fretful during the birth, and Colton worried for his mother whom was in so much pain. In the him her just moments before her death. Colton Dane Hanson.

The physicians explained to Eli how difficult the birth had been for Marrissa. Had tried to explain that it was not the child’s fault, but during the first years of her life he did not take to the girl all to kindly. Drake took a general liking to his young brother, even if she was not fully his heritage. In those first years when her father biased her presence, Drake was there as his aiding hand. As Colton grew into a strong individual and free-spirited child though, Eli found himself being drawn in.


His childhood was one of bliss. His father and brother gave her all the compassion and love a child could wish for. HEalways felt a sentimental longing for her mother, wished to smell her scent, gaze upon her face, and feel the touch of her hand as she tucked him into bed. That was the only thing that she missed in her childhood years. Only once in that time had he asked about his mother only to be with held as an object of scorn from his father over the next few days, and consumed awkward silence from his brother.

As he began the years rolling into his teens himself and his family noted odd things happening about him. Sudden disappearances awkward things, that just seemed out of sort. It was hardly a surprise when he received a letter from Beauxbatons, he had after all heard tell of them.

After a few days had passed Colton called his family together, he wanted the truth and he would have it. Elin laid the story down to him with brutal detail, making the image so much more horrific

His life suddenly felt as though he were a weight dragging memories upon his family. Though his brother still offered the same protective compassion her father and his shared an awkwardness. Colton took on his biological fathers name as well as Bowen’s they were both her namesake’s. he no longer wanted to hide who he truly was, he was wizard.

It wasn’t long there after that a dreadful case swept the village. There had been tell of a werewolf and of course no one sought it out, fr who believed such whims. It had been himself and Drakes mistake upon coming across it. Drake was lost to the wolf, his brother dead and he suffered only the change. Sometimes he wonders who suffered more but one let his mind cease on the thoughts. The further change was hard on his father and his late born sister, but it couldn’t be changed.

Now Colton has only his father and little sister to look to. They mean the world to him in every aspect.

So Colton took on as a wizard, offering what time he could to his family as they’re all he has and all they have. He continued on to Beauxbatons, his sister soon to follow in his steps as her mother was a witch.







Sample RP:
The moon was dimly waning above the surface of the lake creating a ghost-like aura on the pathway before him. His bare feet scraped lightly against the rocky path often sending small rocks scattering in awry directions. A calloused hand ran through the short length of his brown hair ruffling it’s surface to create a more disheveled look. Not like it mattered for there was no one out to see him as it was. His cerulean blue eyes were drawn to the nearly circular scene of the moon reflecting vaguely in his blue orbs creating a milky blue cast. The night was drawing on and he knew with in the next moon the change would be upon him. The very thought sent a chill running up his spine, as dim memories flashed into existence within his mind.

Blood…blood. It was everywhere, wreathed among his hands running through the strands of his deep brown hair. The site was dreadful. A socking scream ripped through the air as the were came in contact with his brother. His arm was throbbing deeply, a deep pulsing sensation that wouldn’t let him rest. Lord it was painful.

Colton shut his eyes deeply trying to push the memories to the outer cores of his mind. It had been hard enough to live through the memories, but even worse to let them be replayed through one’s mind constantly. An drastic ebbing memory which you could never be stopped. Like a broken record player which refused to stop it’s music till you beet it from your mind. He wasn’t sure he could make himself forget though. After all the incident of his brothers death and the one of his change had been all his fault. All of his fault.

Colton kicked at the grass beside the path, letting his violence erupt. He had learned that it was safer just to let it go. Things had not been the same since and he wasn’t sure how things would go for him here at Beauxbatons, after all who would want to be friends with a were wolf. Curling his hands into a fist he let them unfurl slowly trying to release some of the tension which balled up inside of him. At least the change would be short and he would remember nothing of it. The thought of him hurting someone killed him, he was such a harmless soul. It would do him no ends if he hurt anyone.

So tomorrow before he took on the first changes he would find himself far in the reached of the forest away from any being. It was safer that way, for everyone. Even himself. Exhaling deeply his eyes turned on the castle it’s lights beaming through the night with the darkening sky. It was best that he got back to the papalce before he cause any disturbance, he had only been here a few days the last thing he needed was trouble especially at this early of a stage.

bleh fixed =)

Sorry but as the first post states, it has to be a RP Sample from this character. Otherwise a very good application.

Must be Rouerie

[carina]

First Name: Carina
Last Name: Townsend
Commonly Called: Cat, because her full name is Carina Ariana Townsend. (C.A.T.)
Age: 14
Appearance:
** She is a Metamorphmagus, and therefore can change her appearance at will. However, her usual appearance is pictured below.


History:
Catrina Ariana Townsend was born on May 13, 1993 in a small town in Nebraska. Her mother was a Seer, her father an Elf. The two were married only four months before Cat's birth, which caused plenty of discord throughout her parents' families. They were under the impression that the two had married because Cat's mother was pregnant. This may have been partly true, because although they would have eventually married anyway, Cat's mother's pregnancy hastened things along. The night on which Catrina was born was dark and stormy. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed, and all manner of odd weather catastrophes took place. Catrina's home, however, remained untouched. The neighbors, whose home had nearly all been destroyed, marvelled at this. Like magic, they said.

Catrina grew up rather like a normal kid, but around the time she started Muggle school, she started acting differently. Of course, her parents knew that she was beginning to notice her magic, but the children in her classes thought her strange. Naturally, she was considered a social outcast, for if you haven't noticed, most of the time, the outcasts are people who are brilliant or different, those people who we don't take the time to really get to know. In any case, Cat didn't really care. She'd always been an outgoing child and was more inclined to be uncaring than not. During her young childhood, not only did she take note of her magic, but also of her ability to change her appearance - she was a metamorphmagus. Now, around the second grade, Cat began to take notice of the Seer side in her. She would see something to come (which at her age was something simple, like a pop quiz) and it helped her greatly. But one night, she had a dream. In it, her mother lay on the bed, deathly sick and pale, and when Catrina awoke, she knew in her heart that it was not a dream, but a vision.

When she told her parents, not only did they not believe her, but they only laughed. Cat's mother was in perfect health, they said. She had nothing to worry about. But worry she did, and for good reason. Within weeks, her mother was found to have a rare and untreatable form of cancer, and only months after that, Catrina lived her dream. Her mother died, and a part of her father seemed to follow. He was never really right after that, forcing Catrina to take over the housework, make sure the bills got paid - everything that she'd once taken for granted. This was the hardest time of her life, and it only worsened with time. Her father died about a year after her mother's death, and although the doctors came up with excuses, Cat was sure he died of a broken heart. In the following time period, only months before the letter from Beauxbatons arrived, Cat comforted herself with the knowledge that her father and mother were now happily together in heaven. Then the letter came, and here she is.

Personality:
Carina is a very sweet girl. She's always been outgoing and seemingly carefree, but she really cares more than she lets on. Not one to be afraid to show her true colors, Cat always lets people know what she thinks of them. She is always one of the first to help out someone in need. She's usually very kind and compassionate, and she shows a lot of passion for what she believes in. She has a temper and holds grudges (some think for far longer than necessary) but eventually she'll forgive the person. Despite her grudge-holding, she always listens to both sides of a story and doesn't judge quickly. She usually reserves her judgement until she knows someone better - but if they're mean to her at first sight, chances are she'll be mean right back! She's also very happy and optomistic. She tends to let her work pile up on her, and it horrible about waiting till the last minute to do something. Also, she is competitive and has an active sarcastic side - she loves to have fun and laugh!

Carina has always been very creative and artistic. When she was little, her parents started her on piano; now she writes her own compositions for not only that instrument, but also flute, guitar, and many others. She also has a beautiful voice, and loves to sing. Carina can often be found doodling in the margins of her notes, and draws in many styles - from realism to cartoon-y. Her favorite pastime is to sit outside and sketch something she finds in nature. Her favorite times of day are twilight and sunrise, and her favorite times of year are fall and spring. She loves all animals, but especially horses. Cat has many unique little quirks, one of which is her habit of speaking in sign language to go with her actual speech.

Sample RP:

Mood;; Cheerful
Setting;; Outside
Doing;; Wandering the grounds in hopes of finding something worth drawing

The sun was sinking slowly toward the western horizon. Students began packing their hings and slowly filtering into the castle for the night - all but one, that it. Carina Ariana Townsend gazed tranquily at the people passing her for the indoors. She knew she'd be in trouble if she was late - again - but she wanted to stay out for just a little longer. She didn't really want to go jump back into the hustle and bustle of school life quite yet. Not only did she have a mountain of homework, but it was all due tomorrow - Cat didn't have the willpower to make herself go do it all now. It looked like she'd be pulling yet another all-nighter. Cat sighed, already resigning herself to working later. But for now, the girl just sat back and relaxed. She'd worry about homework later.

The sun was now just touching the distant horizon, and Cat half-smiled. This was her favorite time, the time of an old day ending and a new beginning. This thought led her to begin thinking of her deceased parents. Unlike most who were orphans, Cat had lost her parents within a year and a half ago of the present time. Her father was the later of the two to leave her, and she had always been close. Despite this, she was able to look back on their time together, and their time with her mother, and smile. She had cried over their deaths, yes, but as a perpetually optomistic person, she had quickly cheered up. Now, remembering all their good times, she could be happy. This was part of why she loved dusk - it may be the end of some things, but it was most certainly the beginning of many, many others.

With a sigh, Carina stood from where she'd been leaning against a tree. Unfortunately for her, it was nearly time for the curfew, and she needed to get back to her commong room. And the piles of work that awaited her. Cat picked up her bag which was crammed with textbooks, a sketchbook, parchment, and quills, and stretched. She felt her back pop and grinned. She'd always thought it felt good to crack her back. Shaking her head, she started off for the dormitories where she stayed, habitually placing her hand on her wand, which was stuck in her robe pocket. She wrapped her right hand around its wooden base, caressing the wood gently. Her wand, 11", Willow, supple, yet strong, and filled with a Unicorn hair and a Chimaera scale. She'd always loved it, and the power she felt while casting magic with it. Thinking of this, and the growing darkness, she pulled out the wand and whispered, "Lumos!" Cat picked up her pace, cursing herself mentally for staying so long.

Luckily for her, the corridors were diserted. She made it to her house's common room before any teachers or staff could catch her. The girl sank into her favorite chair by the fireplace, sighing with relief. She shivered, suddenly glad to be inside where it was warm. Carina sat still for a moment, listening to the quiet commotion of the common room, and then opened her bag. For the second time that day, she cursed herself mentally for letting her work pile up so. Pulling out a quill and ink as she went, she made her way silently to a desk by the window. At least from here, she'd be able to see the sunset. Carina searched through her bag for her planner - a plain, black, non-magical object in which she recorded her homework - and set to work with one final sigh of regret.

Must be Cossu

[labellefleur]

First Name: Jolie
Middle Name: Bernadette
Last Name: Lafleur
Age: 16
Appearance:



History: Jolie Lafleur was the middle of five children and the eldest girl in the family. Her parents were both very well known in the magical community. Bernadette Lafleur was known for being the most powerful and beautiful witch in France and Serghei Dragomir was one of the most notorious Vampires in Europe. Jolie and her family all lived in Romania and she and her siblings were urged by their parents to use their mother’s maiden name for the sake of their lives. Although her father was no longer the ruthless Vampire he once was, the fear of him and his clan had hardly died down in their country.

Jolie was very competitive and driven, so it was no surprise that at her high school in Bucharest she was very popular and excelled in everything she did. Due to her father’s notoriety Jolie was afraid to let too many people into her life. She kept a close circle of friends to whom she was hopelessly loyal, but not even they knew her secret. Her family meant the world to her and she would protect them at all costs. One afternoon she confided in one of her most trusted friends, Ileana, that her father was Serghei Dragomir. At that moment her whole life changed. Ileana ran screaming from the room and Jolie realized that she had put her family in danger. The next day her two older brothers, Lucian and Julius, were hunted down and Lucian was killed. She left that night for France with her mother, father, Julius, and the young twins Anton and Andrea . She knew she was responsible for her brother’s death and wondered how she would be able to live with herself. The following semester she enrolled at Beauxbatons with her brother Julius.

Personality: Although she is a middle child, Jolie was never starved for attention. In fact, she commanded attention everywhere she went and she always got it. She is kind hearted by nature, but no longer chooses to let that side of her show. Instead she has aquired a sarcastic sense of humor pessimistic attitude. She is even more driven and competitive now than she was before and will stop at nothing to win. She now puts family before all and will not trust or befriend anyone. Not sure of how to deal with the death of her brother, she now keeps to herself and hides behind her new tough exterior in hopes that the pain will go away.

Sample RP: The sound of laughter filled the room as Ileana completed her dare. " Ok your turn, truth or dare?"
Jolie laid back on the bed and propped her head up on her pillow. She let her feet dangle off the side as usual. She stared out of the open window and gave the question some thought. Jolie was tired of her friends antics for the day and secretly had no intention of moving an inch for the next few hours.
"Truth....I guess"
Ileana rolled her eyes. "I better make this a good one!"
She paced the room slowly as Jolie allowed her eyes to close.
"I got it" she said. "What's your deepest darkest secret?"
Jolie was startled by the question her best friend had just asked but tried not to let it show. She wasn't sure if her friend was ready for deep or dark. She knew it was just a game and she could make up anything she chose, Ileana would never know. But Jolie felt close to her friends especially Ileana, she couldn't lie to her.
She sat up and looked at Ileana who was steadily drumming her fingers on the side of her face.
“You want to know my deepest darkest secret?”
Ileana rolled her eyes again and let out a sigh.
"Are you gonna play or not?"
Jolie was hesitant but she desperately needed someone to talk to. She hated not being able to tell her friends about her father. She loved him dearly and she wanted her friends to meet him and love him as she did.
She took a glance out the window and looked back at her best friend. Jolie rushed her thoughts out in one breath.
“MylastnameisDragomir”
At first Ileana seemed puzzled and a bit agitated, but after a moment Jolie saw her reaction. Jolie watched in horror as the blood drained from her best friend’s face. She watched her eyes fill with tears and her mouth begin to tremble. She could hardly get the next words out of her mouth.
“You are a monster!” Lucia choked through her tears. She turned and ran out of the House.
At that moment Jolie felt emptier than she had ever been. She took another glance out of the window and closed her eyes. She opened them again, same window. It was funny how her world felt so different now. She curled up on the bed and propped her head up on the pillows. She knew had betrayed her family for nothing and her life would never be the same. She let the tears fall.

You need to work on your RP Sample. It needs to be longer and stronger.

FIXED IT...HOPE ITS BETTER!!!

Must be Sournois

[cece]

First Name: Cecile
Last Name: Duvall
Age: 16
Appearance:

Lets take this from the top.
Hair as soft as silk, each strand as different as the next. A natural curl grasps and weaves her hair into slow whinds. Bangs cut sharply across her eyes, jetting off to the side to become lost in the deep chocolate hue of the rest of her hair. But the abrupt edge does not take off the intense stare her hazel eyes give. Brown at a glance, but if taken a chance to stare, a green circle rings the pitless black of her pupil. Her skin is ivory, as light as a porcelaine doll. She has a strong build, not petite and brittel like most the girls at the school. At a staggering 5'5 she holds her head up high as she saunters her shapely hips.

History:
A mother with blonde hair, and a father with the scottish fire, who would have though they would bare a baby girl with chocolate brown hair? Well, Mother Malea would have thought. Why else did tears almost pour out of her eyes as she stared down at the fear in her arms. Deceptive wives and their tales of boredom..
Her generation drenched in hate; Supple savior the nights mother Malea and father Fredrick spent away form home and on their masqurades. With 5 other siblings, all strawberry blondes, she was literally the black sheep of this pale orange herd. Their house consisted of two bathrooms, 5 bedrooms, a living room and a kitchen. Cecile bunked with the newborn child, Amelia. Cece was the eldest child, but was short, Runtlike. The children all acted this way because their father acted so spitefull towards Cecile. He tried not to show it, but he treated her different then the others. Because she wasn't his daughter? Maybe. Maybe it was that she was the oldest and he thought she could take care of herself better then the others. But the bitter bite she felt nip at her skin made her shudder whenever he came around. Mother was most attentive to Cecile. She was allowed to visit her real father whenever she pleased. She could feel the guilt waft off Maela like a stentch that wouldn't be washed until Cecile was satisfied. Cecile milked this for all she could, getting everything she wanted and more. Sure she felt a little bad taking blind advantage of her mother, but it was a sort of.. attonement for her mistake.
And then came time for school. And she left all the silent words they could all hear humming in their ears. There was a background in their seemingly happy home. To a naked eye they seemed perfect, but behind closed doors there was tension and detestment.

Personality:
Unlike most she has a positive outlook on life. She tries to see the silver lining on even the blackest of storm clouds. Though there is a somewhat sadistic side that stumbles dormant in her clam frame, passionate and intense moments can bring out the worst in the typically contempt person. She is beloving of all, regardless their baggage, or surface appearence. Though, if you throw a snappy attitude her way, she'll cut you down like a single tree left in a forest. Overal, she's a nice, emotional, girl.

Sample RP:
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tingly..
A giggle choked her throat into a sort of high pitched noise, and then a catch causing the sound of a swine to errupt in the back of her mouth. A hand came pressing against her powder pink lips, where the soft gentle hue of her eyes flickered cautiously to her sides to see if any had seen this spectical. How.. Adorable. This infectious snort of hers. Where there be a spell that could rid her of the troublesome action, she has yet to find. A tired little sigh whined past her lips as she swayed to the side and gazed at the door. It was a strange feeling to suddenly be all on your own and needent turn back.

Her large blue cloak parted down the middle as the wind picked up. Past her dark blue jeans and frilly little while blouse. Her hands fell back and she pulled the hood of the cloak forward, her locks of curly hair falling forward to her chest as her crown was smothered with a deep blue fabric. the rest of the cloak fell back in place at her sides, sweeping her feet. Though she shouldn't have done the action next, it made her feel a little at peace, calming her queasy stomach. Her eyes flickered just enough to see her mother standing at the window and peering out, looking on to watch her depart the house she had lived in for the thrilling 15 years she had. almost 16, maybe it was best that time no longer wait, and her own path be made.
Kinda scary though.
All alone..

For the best!
A Convincing lie.
Her chest became tight as her lungs filled with the smoggy air. To calm the thundering of her heart. She could hear the beating, like drums. Her palms were cold, but she could feel them beginning to sweat, intensely clammy. So much so, that her bag slipped from her grip, the contents spilling across the cement side walk. A small curse of prophanity slipped out and she grunted in her fall. Her knees throbbed breifly as she hit the hard ground, but it dissapeared when she stretched to reach for the many discarded articles of clothing that lay thrown about in the force of the fall. What a great start to the rest of her life.

Odd personality, hard to sort.

Must be Cossu

[midnight101]

Full name: Caterina Viola Arethusa Ravijojla Lilith Midnight
Appearance: dark brown/red hair, colour changing eyes, depending on the cycle of the moon, usually a shade of green, 5'8' pale skin, natural red lips. Her face is usually expressionless.

History: Caterina is from a family that is mostly made of of witches and wizards except her mother, who is the vampire Andresila. Caterina doesn't have a fixed home, her mother generally stays in Romania while her father is usually resident in Venice where is business is. Caterina has two other sisters each of them has different mothers, one Veela and the other faery.

Personality: Caterina is very unpredictable and dangerous because of her vampire blood. She is closed off from the rest of the world and rarely mixes with other people except who she is comfortable with. She doesn't let people know what shes thinking so obviously she doesn't let her guard down.

Sample RP: What is time? What is it really? Said Caterina staring out over the hills. "i don't think anyone really knows" said Kosa, a witch with Leimakid blood. The two had been drawn together instantly because they were both outsiders. Kosa had tried to fit in with normal students first merely because of her personality she found it easier than Caterina to bond with others, but no-one knew how she felt like Caterina. The two of them as often spent meaningful evenings watching the sunset go down as they asked each other impossible questions.

I'd like to find out sometime" said Caterina, "we all would, Cat" Kosa answered in the same dreamy state as Cat, Caterina's eyes became heavy and she slumped against the ground her eyes closed slowly, Kosa did the same, slumping next to her as the sun disappeared.

Caterina opened her eyes and them sat up suddenly, she looked around, the hills had gone, everything has gone they were surrounded in white.

Your appearance, history and personality sections need more in them.

[flower]

First Name: Annabel

Last Name: Deveraux

Age: 14

Appearance: Annabel has dark auburn hair that falls to just above her elbows in waves. She has chocolate brown eyes that are usually outlined by a slight amount of eyeliner. She has a slim figure due to her dance lessons. She is of average height, around 5'4" tall.

History: Annabel Noelle Deveraux (A.N.D) was born as a happy surprise to Kaitlyn and Daniel Deveraux. They hadn't expected a child at their young age. Her parents were only 21 when she was born and they hadn't wanted children until their mid-20's. As Annabel grew up she quickly saw that her parents were completely and utterly in love. They gave Annabel a baby brother when she was 6 years old and Annabel was quite happy about it. Jacob Deveraux was a shy boy but ever the Mummy's boy. When she was seven years old Annabel's parents made her take ballet lessons. She has loved the dance ever since. She especially loves Pointe. Her mother was a dancer as well. It was one of the last facts she knew about her mother because one night when Annabel was 11 years old her mother left. She packed her bags and left her muggle husband to care for two magical children. Unknown to Anna her mother had been contemplating leaving her father for a long time and decided that this was the time to do it. They had been having problems and her mother had been sleeping around. Her father was in a deep depression for years afterwords and Jacob hasn't spoken a word since the day she left. Annabel's father was frequently drunk and Annabel had to cook dinner often for Jacob when their father was out.

On Annabel's 12th birthday she discovered something. She was sad that day because it was the first birthday she had to celebrate without her mother and she spent most of the day in her room. It was a perfectly clear sunny day and when Annabel wished it would pour it did. She then willed it to stop and once again it did as she willed it. She experimented with this a little more and researched possible explanations. She came to only one conclusion, She was an elemental. She began to explore her powers more and use them in very creative ways. She found that these powers are very useful for pranks that deal with water. Although the powers have many good sides there are bad sides as well. Since Annabel is so young she has very little control over her powers and has caused major mayhem in the past.
Personality: Annabel is usually a kind girl but when provoked can have a temper to match a burning flame. She is also somewhat shy as well but she always is herself when she's with friends. When she's with people she's comfortable with she is a smart, sarcastic, and witty girl. She also doesn't believe in love since her mother left. She loves to swim, which really isn't a huge shock.

Sample RP: Annabel curled up in a ball on her bed and sobbed. Her father had once again some home drunk and not looking any better than the last time. She wiped away her tears and stared out of the huge bay window in her room. There were children running around and playing and Annabel wished she could be one of them; carefree and just being kids but no she had responsibilities that came before anything. It was getting late so Annabel went to tuck Jacob into bed.
When she arrived at his doorway she was awestruck. Jacob was so relaxed it was unbelievable. He was just laying on his bed in his pajama's waiting to be tucked into bed. She went over to him and said "Up Jake you have to sleep under the covers not on top." he nodded and stood up while Anna pulled back the sheets. He stepped into the bed and she pulled the covers to his chin. She kissed his forehead and said "Night Jakey i'll see you in the morning." he nodded again and Anna left the room contemplating her life as she knew it.

I'm sorry, but you cannot have a fairy as a pet since they're almost human. Thats like having a centaur as a pet. It just wont fly. Being a water element is fine. However, explain the weaknesses of this power. Why did her mother leave? Obviously Anna wont know why, but as the person behind Anna, you should.

OK I fixed it.

So she can cause mayhem with her power and...? What are the other downsides? That isn't much of a downside. Does she get weak, does it hurt? There must be some physical downside for HER as well as others (the mayhem being for the others)

[fffiction]

First Name: Keira.

Last Name: Sedgewick.

Age: 17.

Appearance: Keira's an odd looking thing--not quite human, not quite faerie, but somewhere in between. She's pretty though, with almost-too-big blue-green eyes and slightly curly blonde hair. She's quite short, and really very skinny, with little to no curves and oddly long arms and legs. There is a splash of freckles across her nose.

History: Keira spent most of her early childhood in the Unseelie Court; it was not a very healthy place for a child to be, but even Keira's birth rather implied that she wasn't worth much anyway. The product of the whim of a silly fay and a slightly intoxicated French Ministry official, Keira's upbringing was far from healthy; her mother was far from affectionate, and her father was completely ignorant to her existence. Keira's early childhood was wasted away in the Unseelie Court, being forced to dance and play some old piano that someone found so as to entertain the fickle Faeries.

Things changed when she turned eight, though. The Unseelie Queen Rhiannon called in an old, old debt that Keira's mother owed, and Keira changed hands; she was now Rhiannon's property. As the slave to the queen, Keira was sent away to [England or Ireland, whichever you want me to put], where she was set to work. She was to befriend Aerona Allensworth and work as a spy, reporting back to the queen using her burgeoning Faerie magic. However, there was a flaw in the plan; Keira really did befriend 'Ronnie,' and the two girls became inseparable. Even as one so young, the guilt of deception was too much for Keira, and when she was ten, she overheard something in the Unseelie court that changed her life forever--she heard her intoxicated mother spill her father's whereabouts.

Without telling anyone, even Aerona, that she was leaving, Keira took off into the night and found her father at a flat in England where he was staying on business for a few years. Immediately, he knew who she was--she looked too much like her mother to be anyone else's, though her eyes were just the same as her father's. Kind as he was, Keira's father took her in and nurtured her as she'd never been before; she found herself maturing. Even her witch magic began to overpower the Faerie magic within her, although it has always stayed, if only slightly--she can do small cosmetic things like glamours without a wand, and has always had a slightly empathic connection with water. When she turned eleven, not one but two letters arrived--one from Beauxbatons in France, where her father had gone, and one from Hogwarts in England, where the little family was staying at the time. Keira chose Hogwarts--the better to be close to home--and hoped for a while that she would run into Aerona there, but she did not. Instead, she found that she was being tracked by the jealous Unseelie queen, who was furious at losing her property.

By the time she was a sixth year, the Unseelie court was hot on her heels and Keira's father's work in England was complete. Father and daughter made an executive decision to move back to Paris, where Keira could hopefully transfer to Beauxbatons.

Personality: Keira's upbringing caused her to be a slightly damaged teenager. Having been forced to entertain for so long, the girl is still almost desperate to make people happy; the starvation she felt as a child has caused her to crave love and affection. She is childlike and inconsistent, and Faerie blood makes her more than a little mischevious. Her moral barometer is a little off, too; things that should be morally wrong are still a little bit funny to the girl who grew up in so much blood. And for the love of God, don't make Keira angry--her Faerie temper is a force to be reckoned with.

Despite all this, however, Keira is still a rather nice person to be around most of the time. She is often very kind and sweet, or at least she tries to be, and is the perfect person to have around when one is up for adventure. Depending on who she's with, her personality varies; sometimes she's quiet, content to read, and sometimes she babbles incessantly.

There are a few constants, however--she loves music more than anything, and plays the piano quite well. She relishes physical affection, but is quick not to impose, and since living with her father she's come to recognize the importance of truth. Keira has always been adamant about equality, having been subject to slavery, and she loves to create and learn new things.

Sample RP: Keira Sedgewick stretched like a cat, yawning as she rifled through her room. Everything was packed and ready--or so she hoped--and she was really just procrastinating now, but why wouldn't she? The prospect of a new school was slightly terrifying; she'd never been accepted into a group of her peers before.

Of course, she'd had friends at Hogwarts, but she was always that casual acquaintance that was invited along only when there was an extra space to go. Despite all her attempts at normalcy, too, there was always that unidentifiable thing that everyone, even Muggles, seemed to sense--that thing that gave away the fact that she was not quite human, not quite like everybody else. It made people wary of the girl--they tended to give her a wide berth in the hallways, no matter how normal she tried to seem.

And wouldn't it be even worse at Beauxbatons? She had so much against her before she even showed up to the place; Keira had never heard of anyone transferring this late in their education before, not to mention that by seventh year most students had formed close, lasting friendships.

Keira had had only one close friendship before, and it certainly wasn't lasting.

Her hand traveled up to the charm around her neck almost unconsciously; it was a silly little plastic thing, painted to look like real silver but dirty and chipped with age. It had been a part of a gaudy charm bracelet--half of a matching set--that she'd made in Muggle elementary school with Aerona, just weeks before she'd left without a trace. The other charms had long fallen off or broken, but one had always stayed on--a small heart adorned with wings that looked much like those of a Faerie, though only Keira had known that when the girls had picked it. It now hung on a thin silver chain around her neck.

"Keira! Are you coming? We'll be late!"

Keira shook her head like a dog ridding its ears of water and plastered on a small smile. "Coming, papa," she called, and then grabbed her wand from the dresser and leaned down to hoist her trunk out of the room.

[Just so you know, I'm not, like, a crazy stalker woman--Aerona did approve this. <3]

Wow, she was extremly difficult to sort. But in the end...

Must be Cossu

[empouse]

First Name: Daphne

Last Name: Knox

Age: Sixteen

Appearance:
Tall, Stunning, Beautiful

All of these words can easily be used to describe Daphne. She appears like the typical California girl, with her long blond hair and bright blue/green eyes. Daphne has a certain elegance about her, though, that definitely sets her apart. Her skin tone is fair and seemingly flawless, a somewhat large-but definitely fitting- nose placed directly in the center. Cotton-candy hued lips are never masked up with a harsh color, for she loves them just the way they are. When they are stretched back to reveal a set of perfectly aligned white teeth, the results can be breathtaking. Her height is one that towers over many, for she stands five feet ten inches without heels.

Daphne sometimes uses her shocking beauty for evil, though. Armed with glares that can melt glaciers, Daphne has mastered the 'looks to kill'. She uses her looks to lure the weak in at times, so she can easily kick them down. Daphne can sometimes be seen with her barn owl, Ted, on her arm, but is more often seen riding her horse, Eloi.

History:
Daphne Ria Knox was born to Elaine and Louis Knox on April 1st, 1991. The couple were thrilled to birth a girl after three boys, and decided to name the beautiful blond-haired blue-eyed girl Daphne. Her mother being 1/4th veela, Daphne was born 1/8th veela. Not enough to have an extreme affect on males, but definitely enough to get noticed. This has it's downfalls, though, for Daphne has quite the temper that she must mask, or her monster becomes apparent. Veela's turn into horrid beaked monsters when enraged, and most are terrified of this side of her. Daphne is not exactly proud of being part non-human, and tries to hide this fact from anyone who doesn't know. The Knox family is strictly pure blood, those who betray the blood are usually killed; removed from the family tree at best. They are extremely old-fashioned, raising their children to be fiercely strong and outspoken.

Personality:
Daphne is quite the charming young lady. She uses her wit and cunning to lure others in, where she can deceive them. This is only to those who leave a bad taste in her mouth, though. If you make friends with Daphne, she is extremely fun to be around. She will take any risk, no matter how large(except for maybe one that would get her expelled from Beauxbatons), and has an extreme disregard for the rules. This often intrigues some, but drives others away due to not wanting to get involved. Daphne is a very big flirt, and can sometimes have a habit of leading people on. She has quite the temper, being 1/8th veela, and tries to stay as calm as possible whenever possible. Her deepest fear is revealing the monster inside of her, and she would rather kill than reveal it.

Sample RP:
A thin, perfectly shaped brow rose in interest as her blue-green eyes scanned the outside world. A man leaned against a nearby tree, sketching with a furrowed brow in a notebook. A owl hooted in warning as it fluttered clumsily through the air, flustering several students as it passed. Daphne almost allowed a chuckle to slip past her pursed lips, but then remembered to stuffy faculty member staring at her intensely from across the hall. He stare was comparable to those of daggers, cutting into her flesh with meaning. Daphne was close to hexing the ugly-looking woman right there, but decided she'd better not if she wanted to remain at Beauxbatons. Thoughts fluttering to her own owl, Ted, A scowl crossed Daphne's lips. She was expecting a letter, and now that she was in detention, Ted was probably flying about in a frustrated fashion, scanning the grounds for her. Detention was horrible. Thinking of the Tarantallegra hex she had cast on a student in the hall, Daphne suddenly grinned slyly. It had been worth it.

Must be Sournois.

[ludovic1203]

First Name: Ludovic

Last Name: Raijcovic

Age: 16

Appearance:



History:

Ludovic is a member of the most powerful families in the history of Croatia, the Raijcovic's.

Ludovic is the only heir of the fortune of his family. He, although, have a secret to hide of his family. At age 17, Ludovic has realized there's something different about him. He doesn't like girls. He is gay. He has been hiding this since he was 15. He was raised by his mother, because his father was traveling all of the time since he was born. The only one who knows about this is Ljubica, his best friend on the world.

Personality:

Ludovic is an extremely social guy. As he grew up with a pure-blood traditional family, he is really selective with his friendships and extremely arrogant. He's the type of guy who doesn't like to be interrupted. In despite of, he can take any risks. He, also, has a very strong way to get people to do what he wants. He's not only arrogant, but very intelligent. You could find him reading some books at the library for fun or drawing something in the hallways. Although, he could be the soul of a party.

Sample RP:

A tall guy with strong steps was walking to wards a hallway. He sat in a bench next to a beautiful girl. He looked at her and said hello. She said hello back, but she seemed more interested on the book in hands. Ludovic took the book without her permission. He looked into some pages.

-"I can't believe you're actually reading this crap. I'm Ludovic by the way. You can call me Ludo."

-"I don't care" said the girl who looked pretty angry -"It's none of your business" she toked the book back and restared her reading.

-"Ok, Miss Rude. It was just an opinion. At least, you can tell me your name, right?"

-"Claire". she looked at him peacefully, despite of her anger -"nice to meet you" A sarcastic smile drew on her flawless face.

Ludovic took her hand and she looked at him surprised. "I'm sorry if I took your book. Let's start over, please."

"Right. I got to go. See you around". Claire closed her book and walked away into a corner. Ludovic stood up and followed her. She turned back and saw him walking behind her. "Maybe you should go to class or something. I'm not interest on you".

-"I'm either on you, I would say, hum, that I prefer boys. At least, can I walk you to your class."

-"Ugh. Thanks. I'm... I'm... " Claire blushed and started walking. Ludovic followed her. "You're not into boys for real, right? That would be a waste"

-"Yeah, I am. For real. But, stop talking about it. I would recommend you to read this book." Ludovic handled her a big book with golden letters on the top. "Quiditch to wards Time"

"Thanks. Oh. This is my class. Thanks anyway for the chat and the book. I'll see you around. Maybe at the library"

"Yeah. Cool. No problem. I'm a gentleman."


It is a bit short altogether to say the least. First and foremost your grammar. It needs work, especially sentence structure. After you finish writing try saying it out loud to hear if it makes sense. Personality wise it is as if he has no flaws, so add more to it.

fixed it

There has to be more to the history. The most powerful family in Croatia's history, and thats the only history you have on him? What else? How is he a wizard? From which parent?

[wizardsduel]

First Name: Kamille Blake
Last Name: Adiar
Age: 16
Appearance:



Kamille is a very tall girl, being almost 6'0" at age 16. She has a slender build without being too scrawny, and her delicate brunette curls fall to just below her bust. Her alert eyes are emerald green, and very striking. She is sometimes complimented on them being her best quality. Her choice of casual clothing would be a skirt with a form fitting shirt, for she does not feel comfortable unless you can see her figure. She is voluptuous for her age, already having noticeable hips and bust which she loves to showcase by her motto: If you've got it, flaunt it!

She has 3 horizontal scars on her left arm from falling out of a climbing tree when she was younger. She is ashamed of her scars and tries to cover them up when at all possible, and if she can't she becomes very self conscious. Her complexion is very tan from all the flying she does with her dream to someday
become the quiddich team keeper. Aside from her beautiful eyes, her other features are quite plain. Her chin comes to a soft point underneath lips that are medium in fullness. Her nose is pointed and very awkward, but hardly noticeable when set underneath her eyes.

History: The first portion of Kamille's childhood was extremely ordinary. She grew up in a small home in London with her mother, Rebeckah Trensholp, a pure blood witch, her father, Henry Adiar, a muggle born wizard, and her brother, Stanly. She was raised with magic like any other ordinary young witch was. As she grew older her brother started to become withdrawn and angry, and there was rumors of a dark wizard rising. Which scared her family, with the exception of her brother who scoffed and said, "Pffhh.. we need some change around here anyway." Then when Kamille was 11, Stanly dropped out of Hogwarts to join the ranks of Lord Voldemort and become a Death Eater. Her family was devastated and terrified, so as Kamille was starting her first year at school her parents went into hiding.

Kamille was arranged to go to Hogwarts, until the problems with her familiy ammounted to too much. She was then sent to live with her grandmother in France and attend Beauxbatons instead.

Soon, Kamille received word that she would not be allowed to return to her parents for holiday break because it was too dangerous. Then she received a letter from her mother that read-

My love,
You will not be returning to me for some time now, I have had it arranged for you to stay at grandma's this summer due to the dangers at home. And, I am afraid I have some troubling news..
The Dark Lord did not think your brother was loyal to him, so he sent Stanly to kill your father, to see which he was willing to serve. My darling, your father is dead. I know this letter is short but I must hurry.. there is not much time. I will write more soon but for now be strong and stay safe. And always, always remember that I love you, and nothing can change that.

With all my love,
Your Mother

Since she received that letter she has not directly heard from her mother, although it is rumored she has joined the Order of the Phoenix and is hiding out somewhere in Ireland awaiting orders.

Personality: Kamille has a shotgun type of personality and relies on her quick wit to get her out of the tight situations she sometimes finds herself in. With what seems like endless enthusiasm, she tries very hard to be tentative at her lessons, with the exception of transfiguration. She is very obedient to her parents but has a difficult time being obedient to all of her professors. Especially the ones she does not get along with. Although witty, she is not obnoxious, and on particular occasions, she can be very quiet and rather thoughtful.

Always trying to learn new things, she is a very good listener. To people who don't know her she would seem restless, but to her friends, she is just energetic. Her friends mean the world to her, and she will do whatever it takes to help them. It would seem like she has many friends, which is half true. She
has many people she calls 'acquaintances', but only 3 she would call her friends. She is very slow to trust people but once you have earned her trust, you will have almost endless forgiveness.
Sample RP: Kamille dropped her books on her bed and plopped down next to them, feeling quite restless. How could I have this much schoolwork? Already! she thought to herself. She opened the cover of her new transfiguration book and began to look up the uses of toadstool transfiguration. After reading half a paragraph
she rolled over to her back and sighed.

"Why is this so dull? Why can't it be interesting like potions?" She thought out loud.

"Talking to yourself? I'm not surprised." Came a snobby voice.

"You know Tanya, just because you have no friends, doesn't mean you have to hang around with people who don't like you. Get out of here. I'm busy." Kamille returned, sitting up. Walking toward her was a beautiful brown haired girl with a light step and a big mouth.

"Well, seeing as this is my dormitory too, you have no right to tell me to leave. So, I think I'll stay." Tanya sneered. She's right. Kamille thought to herself. I hate it when she's right.

"Fine. But just keep it down. I'm trying to work here." Kamille said as she unconvincingly tried to sound polite.

Kamille turned her back to the girl and began to read again.

"So, I heard about your brother. Really sad." Tanya said slyly. "Sad he didn't kill your mother too." She burst into laughter and plopped down on her bed. Kamille immediately pulled out her wand and directed it at Tanya.

"You wanna say that again?" Kamille challenged.

"Actually, yes. Your blood traitor mother deserved to die along with your mud blood father." Tanya said, grinning as she reached for her wand as well. Her words were icy and her expression arrogant.

"You better take that smirk off your face before I wipe it off for you." Kamille said, raising her voice slightly.

"Oh my, looks like I've touched a nerve." Tanya returned, grinning wider.

Before Tanya could cast a shield charm Kamille yelled, "Expelliarmus!" Tanya's wand flew to Kamille's outstretched hand. Now it was Kamille's turn to smile. She stepped forward, dangling Tanya's wand in front of her enemy. "Whatcha gonna do now?" Kamille taunted. Tanya reached for the wand, but it was no use. Kamille had won this time. "Now, why should I give this back to you?" Kamille asked, basking in the glory of successfully capturing her enemy's wand.

"Come on now, we all know that someone without much magical talent doesn't need TWO wands." Tanya replied.

"Which is exactly why you don't have two." Kamille said cleverly.

Tanya didn't answer, but her eyes bore into Kamille. It would probably surprise you to know that both girls had the same thought running through their minds.

Why does she hate me so much? Each thought to herself.

"Go ahead, hex me." Tanya challenged. Kamille looked from her wand to Tanya to the wand that lay in her other hand. Then, she thrust Tanya's wand down onto the fluffy haven of her bed.

"You're not worth it." She replied.

Okay this is Beauxbatons. Your history is conflicting here. Your history assumes that Kamille is to attend Hogwarts. You need to fix your history to tell us why she would be attending Beauxbatons.

Her father died when she was what, 11 of 12 right? How did this affect her personality and relationships with people? Also, how could she obey her parents but not her teachers? Usually when you obey one form of authority you obey another. I'm not saying this is impossible, I'm just saying explain further.

[chocolatechip]

First Name: Serena Catty (or Atertra)
Last Name: Castillo
Age: fifteen
Appearance: Click!
Serena has black hair and brown eyes. She has a bright smile and nice white teeth.

History: Serena Catty was born the warm day of April 17 in France. She was born at six pounds, eleven ounces. When she was first born, her parents said she looked like an absolute angel. She was a very pretty baby, with already some dark brown hair on her head. She had light skin, smooth skin and big brown eyes. She had the sweetest smile a baby with no teeth could have.

Naming Serena Catty was a very difficult part of Abigail (mom) and Jacob’s (father) parenting job. They each wanted something different to be her first name. In the end, she ended up having two different names and one middle name. She was known as both Serena Catty Adamantis Castillo and Atertra Adamantis Castillo. Her parents knew it wasn’t the best idea for naming a child, but it was the best they could compromise on.

As Serena grew older she developed a high curiosity level. She always explored every part of where she was. By age three she had explored every inch of her house and land area. All except the attic. She had interests in many things she found. She loved to ask questions and figure things out. She hated it when people kept secrets or told secrets in front of her. She often walked around her neighborhood to see things that she couldn’t at her home. She was a very unique and creative child.

When Serena Catty was seven and a half years old, she was visiting her grandmother’s house and something completely out of the ordinary happened. Her grandmother had been trying to make a potion to become an animagus for years and years, then one night, she got the potion perfectly. Unfortunately, Serena Catty knew no better and drank the potion. Immediately, she felt pain and parts of her body changed into animal parts. She turned into a white fox with electric blue eyes. Her entire body ached from the transformation. Her grandmother walked in to see Serena as a fox on the floor, whimpering in pain. It took hours of concentration to get her back into human form.

Serena Catty grew older and learned to control both her fox half and another power she developed. Mind reading. She often got nervous and had to run away before she turned into a fox, but growing older and experiencing her change more often, she learned to control herself more. Her mind reading took some getting used to, also. When first developing it, a lot of times, she would make mistakes and answer people’s thoughts. Even now, if she gets too excited, she may accidentally answer thoughts.

Her grandma helped Serena a lot with her powers, being a witch herself. They both did a lot of studying about learning to control powers, and some experimenting was done to work on transforming. It took up to the time she was ten to stop it from being throbbing pain to change. If she tried to change all too much, her entire body would ache for days. She didn’t like it very much at first, but being her curious self, after learning better control, she liked it and stayed with her grandma a lot so that they could both learn and experience new things. While learning, they found out that when in fox form, Serena’s ability to read minds weakened. They also found out more about her mind reading ability. Only in her family could she push through the mind to see memories. The rest of the time, she could just see or hear whatever they were thinking about.

Personality: Serena Catty is a very curious girl, but that isn’t always a good thing. In her own home, she very frequently gets in trouble for breaking things or snooping around where she isn’t supposed to be. She tries not to mind what people say to or about her, but sometimes they push her much too far and she will insult them back. Serena Catty is loving and able to be loved back, if she wants to be. She does have certain days where she just wakes up grouchy and it’s best not to try to have a long conversation with her.

Serena likes to dance and sing. She wouldn’t be noted as the brightest crayon in the box or the prettiest flower in the garden. She tries to accept who she is, but sometimes life gets frustrating and it’s easier to look down on herself. She likes to experiment with potions, although she can make things go terribly wrong. Serena is slightly clumsy. Nothing major normally happens, but there are still small acts of clumsiness that occur to her.

Serena Catty is kind and caring for the most part. She loves animals very much so, and she can’t stand to leave any animals uncared for. She has a wild and uncontrollable side, also. Sometimes she will wake up and want to try something new and insane, or just throw tantrums for no reason. She loves to hang out with other kids around her age.

Sample RP: Serena Catty walked through and empty hallway of her high school. All around her were students’ boring green lockers. She stopped at the one marked 204 and opened it. She pulled out her homework books and put back the ones she didn’t need for that night. She stood up and walked down the hallway, carrying her books. Serena heard the voice of her friend, Vanessa, behind her. “Atertra! Wait up!” Serena turned around and smiled. Vanessa smiled and spoke again. “I can’t believe they held us an hour after school for passing one stinking note in class.”

Serena glanced down at her watch. Had it really been a whole hour. Clearly marked on the digital clock, was the time. 4:00. “Well, I’m just happy that it’s over with. I am headed to the beach to see Collin for a few. Where are you headed?” Collin was Serena’s show- off brother. He was a great surfer, but tended to show it off a little too much. Serena began walking again and Vanessa followed close behind. Hen she caught up, she smiled and spoke of the festival they were all waiting for. “Well, I am headed home to get ready for the music festival. .”

Serena Catty grinned and left for the beach. Spring breezes chilled her bare arms slightly. When she saw Collin heading toward the waves she ran to catch up with him. “Hey, Collin!” Collin turned around and smiled at his younger sister. “You going to the music festival later?” Collin shook his head slowly. “Nope. I am going to stay here and surf. Are you going?” Serena nodded smiling. Of course she was going. She had been looking forward to the music festival for two weeks. “Cool, I’ll be home at seven thirty, so see you. When will you get home?” Serena thought about this for a minute then finally decided a good time. “Around ten fifteen.”

Collin nodded and headed for the waves and Serena walked back to her house, not too far from the beach. She ran up the steps and opened the door to her closet. She pulled out a red mini skirt, a tight white top, a red leather jacket, and black heels. She changed out of her previous outfit and into this one. She smiled into her mirror and ran downstairs to wait for her friends to pick her up. When the blue car pulled up in front of her house, she ran outside and got in.

Serena Catty looked around to see Vanessa, Jimena, and Morgan sat in the car. They were all dressed nice and ready to dance in front everyone. They hopped out of the car and ran through everyone that was dancing. They made it to the middle of everyone and danced their hearts out. Many people were watching them for a majority of the time, then they went back to dancing. Serena, Vanessa, Jimena, and Morgan got tired and went to sit on a bench. Serena ran her right hand through her hair and smiled. Her watch read ten o’clock at night. “Guys, we have to leave.” Serena informed the others and they all agreed.

All of them stood up and walked through the crowd. When they got back to the car, they turned the on the heat and the radio. The temperature was dropping from the lack of sunlight. They sang to the music on the way to dropping everyone off at their houses. Jimena was going to stay at Serena’s house that night. They parked in the driveway and walked into the house. The two girls ran up the steps and into Serena’s room. After changing into pajamas, they lied down. Serena lied in her own bed and Jimena was in a bed made of blankets and pillows on the floor. “Goodnight, Jimena.” Serena wished her friend sweet dreams and closed her eyes. “’Night Serena.” Both girls fell asleep quickly. They were exhausted from everything that had happened in the day and were grateful to finally be getting some rest.

She walked outside when she was three? Was her mother nuts or something? Did she ever notify the Registry about her being an animagus? And mind reading? From what side of the family? Did it hurt at all? Please make sure you PM a member if you ever use this because it can be godmoding also.