Sorting (Term Eight)

[flower86]

First Name: Blair

Last Name: Grey

Age: 15

Appearance: Blair is a fairly icy girl look wise. She has luscious waves of brown hair that falls just below her shoulder in waves. She mostly wears her hair down with a headband. Her eyes are the iciest feature on her face. they are the iciest of blue you will ever imagine. They're cold, covering her real feelings. Her skin is very pale and often gets very red when in the cold. She has a strait ski slope nose positioned perfectly between her eyes. She has thick black lashes covering her eyes. She has full red lips that give her a snow white appearance.

Blair is unhealthily skinny. She's only 101 pounds and stands at 5'5" tall. You can see her ribs poking through if you get close enough. She has been battling Bulimia since she was 13 years old.

History: Blair was born to one muggle and one wizard. Her parents are financially well off and Blair enjoyed this immensely. She had been told the story of how her parents met many, many times and loved to hear it often when she was a child. She was especially close to her mother because she was always home with her. She used to make her mother sing her lullabies and read her stories every night before she went to sleep. Her mother was also an accomplished dancer. She was in a Ballet Company for 7 years before she suffered an ankle injury and was not able to return to the stage. She passed the talent and love of the dance to Blair. Blair started taking lessons when she was 3 and was easily one of the best dancers in the whole class. She advanced quickly and when she was 10 years old started learning Pointe. One night when she got home from ballet she noticed that the house was empty. No one was there. Blair was scared and didn't want to go in the house but did so in case someone was there. When she arrived in her living room she found her mother and father both dead. She cried for days after and didn't come out of her room. When the funeral was done she had to live with her aunt and Uncle, who accepted her quickly as they never had a child of their own. Blair quickly grew accustomed to the the lifestyle and lived it well but her personality had changed. She was no longer the bubbly little girl but a cold indifferent teenager.

She still took ballet and when she turned 13 went to a more advanced Ballet Academy. There were girls there that were paper thin and Blair suddenly became insanely self-conscious of her body. She yearned to be skinny like those girls but she felt she never could be. After Halloween Blair took her weight matters into her own hands and lost the weight the only way she knew how; she threw up everything she ate. She's never sought out help because she feels no one would understand what she's going through.

Personality: Blair's outside personality is cold; indifferent and rude. On the inside she is fun loving, witty, and sarcastic. This is a side of Blair very few ever get to see. She is usually hidden from everyone and isolates herself as much as possible. She isn't shy but her original personality was lost with her parents. Hr bulimia has made her very weak and tired and she usually snaps at anyone who talks to her.

Sample RP: Blair glared at the Pointe shoes in the corner of the room. They were old tatty and ruined but they were Blair's favorite pair of Pointe shoes and she refused to throw them away. They had all kinds of writing and tears in them but for Blair they held all the memories of her lost childhood. She stood up and said "OK that's it, if anyone ever touches my shoes again I will cause them major pain." She nodded at the shoes once more before she left the room. She walked along the long corridor to her aunts room and asked her "Aunt Holly will you please refrain from touching my things?" she turned around and said

"Blair Katherina Grey you will not take that tone with me. I will repeat myself once more, i didn't know they were of sentimental value. Alright?" she nodded and mumbled

"You know that doesn't answer my question." she walked out of the room back into her own thinking about Ballet and ways to charm her shoes to bite anyone who touches them without her permission.

Explain her bulimia a bit more in her personality, and how did it affect it? Also, bulimia is a touchy subject. Has your character sought help?

Alright I fixed it.

Must be Sournois

[dominiqueblais]

First Name: Dominique
Last Name: Paradis
Age: 14

Appearance:

She is half-blood, yet 1/8th Veela and she has blonde hair and blue eyes

History & Personality: Dominique is an interesting mix of a person. Although at first glance, her parents seem somewhat like opposites attracted, there are many shared traits between the two, which have been lovingly passed onto her as their daughter. Brought up in a family of 5, Dominique is the middle child. This in itself could spell trouble (in the form of an insecure loner with no sense of belonging, as middle child syndrome sometimes suggests) however the fourth year has somehow managed to bypass the suggested negative traits of a middle child, and instead embrace the inner her. That is, the middle child that is not an over achiever, but simply works enough to get things done. The middle child that is creative and artistic, that has an expressive personality and who tries to work hard for herself, keeping away from the limelight that is general thrown on her older sister.

Dominique is unique. She likes that word, after all, it rhymes with her name. She is carefree but sensible. She is cheeky but thoughtful. She is happy but complex. She is optimistic, but values alternate opinions. She is self-confident but can still be insecure. This is the person that she has grown into, particularly during her time at Hogwarts. She isn't shy, but compared to her siblings and mother, Dominique is somewhat more reserved, or at least doesn't always want the centre of attention. This doesn't stop her from being loud at times though, especially amongst the people she cares about, be that extended family or friends, as she is very comfortable with herself.

Even if self confidence is something that many people wish they had, for Dominique, it's quite natural, which means she never quite knows what to say when it feels like everyone else is pointing out their flaws. Though as well as self confidance being a good thing, for this particular girl, if someone insults her, she is really quite hurt, as she doesn't want to change, yet feels pressure to do so if someone isn't happy with an aspect of her being. Dominique is a fair person, and gets along with almost everyone, the exception being people who look down on her, or think that they are better. Her own view is that everyone has their own positives and negatives, and there is no reason that people can't be equals.

Sample RP:

Though it was already late morning, to Dominique, the day had just begun. After rising from a deep slumber, the slender fourth year had wiggled into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt which did nothing to hide her pretty figure, yet were comfortable and practical nevertheless. Although she had an eye for fashion and was very much aware of her physicality (something that definitely hadn't been discouraged by her darling though slightly vain mother), Dominique would always ensure that her comfort wasn't hindered, and prided herself on her ability to look good without suffering from any kind of fashion discomfort, be that ridiculous shoes, lung squishingly tight tops, itchy scarves or low fitting jeans. Seriously, you could have style without having to go overboard, just one of the things the young girl had worked hard on for the sake of her own well-being after seeing the embarrasing effects of her older sister prancing around in the most impractical threads possible.

But where Dominique lived with what she was sure were a couple of princesses, she also had an absolute plethora of relatives who always helped make the summer holidays a definite treat. Joan, being her closest cousin, was her partner in crime every summer, and though Dominique had spent excessive amounts of time with Joan recently, she was still thrilled to see the Slytherin on her return trip from breakfast.

Promising to meet up outside with Joan in a few short minutes, the blonde rushed outside and sprawled on the grass to the side of the lake, sun beaming down as a pleasant breeze rustled through her hair.

First, please separate history from personality. If you were to do this you may see that your history is devastatingly small while you dwell on how perfect your character is. Now, you may argue that your character is not a Mary Sue, but I believe this is another type of perfect. Your character is one way, but oh wait, not entirely! She's a little bit of this too. =] Please make a real character. You say she's self confident and a little insecure in one place, then say that confidence comes natural for her. What? Your character having flaws is not the end of the world, so please find a way to make her less confusing and be more real.

[elegance]

First Name: Élégance
Alias: Ellie
Last Name: Révérence
Age: 16
Wand: 12" Brazilian Rosewood, dragon heartstring and unicorn hair core.

Appearance: She stood at 5'10, a very elegant looking young woman. Reaching well down her back, stopping just above the small of her back, were locks of dark brown, almost black. Natural highlights clearly visable, and the signs of previous dying done in the colour of the deepest blood red. Eyes were of a hue of deep brown, a bold black outter line on the rim of her iris. Such eyes seem to cast a haunting gaze. Her body was of a medium-ish build, however she was filled out perfectly where everything was pretty evened up. However, she seemed abit disproportioned, being abit larged chested than most girls her age. Back to finer details, she wore her hair down alot of the time, but could occasionally be found with her hair back in a pony tail or bun. Hair was almost always parted over the right brow, allowing locks to hang down infront of her left eye. A very ciech style indeed, she was a mix in dressing, sometimes preppy and other times quiet dark, all depending on such a lovely young women's mood.

History: Born in france of pure bloodlines in the Withcraft and Wizarding world. At the age of nine, her family moved to Australia for the next several years. Here, she discovered certain abilities she had obtained since birth. The ability to speak to snakes. However it was something she didn't like gloating about.

She'd taken quite the liking to magical creatures, particularly the equine and near equine species. At the age of seven, she saw her older brother die. He died while holding his little sister's hand. The two had, had an incredibly strong relationship. However, seeing his death granted her the power to see Thetrals, a creature only those who'd seen death could see.

Anyways, while in Australia, she'd attended the Outback Academy for Witchcraft and Wizardry untill she was fifteen. After finishing her last term of her fifth year, her family returned to France were she will attend Beauxbatons for the remaining time she will be in school. [ Sorry for the crappy history. ._.;]

Personality: Overally rather kind, she could prove to be very shy. She tended to idle herself out of most situations. This disabled her from proper friendships. No one had ever really had interest in taking in the pipsqueak. She's quite the artist, she loves to draw. Not only paper art, but she has a voice of the angels, the beautiful melody in turn which calms the beast. Though, this is something she does when she's alone. She's a disable in social ties, regularly avoiding people except when she had no choice. She could prove to be quite the klutz, always a bruise of some sort present on her body, but all in all she'd always refuse to see the nurse. So incredibly rare did she show an agressive side, seeing as such she obtained such an incredibly high tolerance level which was almost freakishly high. Happiness was almost as rare, the most almost anyone could get from her was a crooked half smile.

Sample RP: In the midst of the afternoon, Ellie was sitting under a tree by the lake. A book inhand, she was reading up on one of her classes. Something she was actually failing for once. Most of the time, she was an academic acheiver, however lately, she was slipping. A soft tune was hummed, her angelic song sang softly for only the most nimble ears to hear.

She would blink a few times, glancing to the side where she saw a snail. Having compassion for all God's creatures, she wasn't like normal girls. She didn't freak out when she saw a bug, she didn't have a spasm when a rat touched her. And she had no problem with even the slimiest things out there. A watersnail indeed, able to be identified by it's shell shape and what not. Carefully, Ellie picked up the small creature and made a relatively strong toss to put it back in the lake.

After such, she continued humming. Reading quietly to her self, she began to daydream. Maybe that was her problem lately. She found herself more and more determine to fantasize about seeing different magical creatures. How she thrived to see a Thestral again. She could remember the very first time she saw one. It was one of the most amazing and beautiful things she'd ever saw.

Although it was just a thestral-ING, just a little baby with it's mother in the depths of the forest in Australia, it was still an incredible sight. Soon she found herself digging in her bag which was sitting in the grass next to her. Pulling out a notebook and pen. Something she'd picked up at a muggle shop in London, she began to doodle what the baby looked like. She knew the price she paid to see such incredible creatures.... And part of her was glad she did, even at the price of loosing her sibling.


Logically speaking, the chances of her family being the purest line of witches and wizards is an impossible sentence in itself. A Pureblood is a Pureblood. Pureblood implies that NO ONE has married a muggle or halfblood. So there is no way she could be from the purest line as ANYONE from a pureblood family would also be from the purest line. Now, onto the rest. The rest of it doesn't make sense because if she indeed was from a high ranking pureblood family, the chances of her parents being friends with muggles is very low. The family would be pressured to conform to pureblood ways or be outcasted from then entirly. So, which is it?

I didn't necessarily mean PUREST. =/ Only for dramatic effect. She's a Pure-Blood. End of story. I didn't mean it the way you're obviously taking it.

I dont see where you edited the bit about muggles, nor did you explain further or anything like that. Also, you said that she has certain abilities? What abilities?

I'm really iffy about the parseltoungue thing...especially since you didn't specify which family member it came from, as it seems to be genetically passed on. I'll let it go though.

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[sonofadork]

First Name:
Sammie
Last Name:
Barton
Age:
17
Appearance:

History:
DÉSIRÉE Bordeaux married Marcel Barton at the age of 19, in April of 1989. These two were magic school sweet hearts. However Marcel was from a seer-blood family and Desiree’s Veela-blooded family was not very fond of Marcel.

For a while Marcel and Desiree were separated by their families, but the two love birds couldn’t be apart for so long. They snuck around their parents wishes while they were away at school, but Hogwarts wasn’t going to be there for them for much longer.

On the day of their graduation Desiree told Marcel that she was going to have a baby. Soon after Marcel asked her to marry him; her family was furious. They refused to attend their wedding, but the Barton family openly welcomed Desiree. Their first child Sammie was born on March 1st in Chertsey, England.

As Sammie grew up, he lived in his grandparent’s estate in Capri, Italy. His grandfather Amedee was a famous violin craftsman, who taught Sammie how to play and also how to make violins. He spent a lot of time with his grandmother Gemma, who showed him all the beautiful places in her home country.

When Sammie was 13 his parents went through a rough time and got divorced. Desiree took Sammie back to Durham to her family. After her parents met young Sammie they forgave their misfit of a daughter, especially after she left Marcel. Sammie didn’t like his new home very much, and tried to run away often. His grandparents labeled him a black sheep, so he started to act like one when he lived there. They were so glad to get rid of him when he went to Beauxbaton, and he was glad to be out of that place.

Personality:
Sammie is a very sarcastic kid. Often described as an open, friendly, caring, a "free spirit" and is a "wild-child" at heart. Sammie is the center of life and passion in his circle of friends, although not quite of normalcy and stability. , Although artistic in temperament, he is obviously quite intelligent, developing, maintaining, and improving old worn out instruments. Sometimes Sammie is unsure of himself and though he has come up with crucial insights in his friend’s lives. Although well-meaning, helpful, and friendly, when a situation calls for social interaction or intuition, he is often lost.

Sample RP:
The sun was high in the sky. It was just a little bit after 12 o’clock. Sammie was up in is room on the terrace. Oh how he loved sitting up there leaning on the railing, gazing over the city of Capri.
His vacation to his Nonno, and Nonna’s villa was the one thing he looked forward to during the year. The sound of the Italian streets was music to Sammie’s ears.
Sammie would sit there on the terrace for hours on end. He would watch people ride along on their scooters. Every once in a while he would see someone he knew.
A girl who Sammie knew when he lived there passed by the house. He smiled then he shouted and waved saying “Ciao Lucia! Come stai?” (Hey Lucia how are you?) Lucia looked up towards the terrace, and saw Sammie. “Ah, Ciao, Sammie! Mi sei mancato molto!” (Hey Sammie, I’ve missed you so much)
He leaned forward on he railing, the sun beat down on the adobe tiles of the terrace making it very warm. “che c'è di nuovo?(What’s new)” He asked his friend, who looked like she was in a hurry. “Sto cercando Giovanni. Devo andare (I’m looking for Giovanni, I have to go.)” Lucia smiled and waved as she started to leave “mi dispiace, A Dopo!(Sorry, see you later)” Sammie waved goodbye to his old time friend “Ci vediamo. Saluta Giovanni da parte mia! (Goodbye. Say hi to Giovanni for me)
Some time passed, and he could barely see her anymore as she disappeared down the cobble stone street. Sammie took in a slow breath as he picked himself off the railing. “Sammie, dove sei. (Sammie Where are you.)” His Nonna called for him from down the stairs. “ La terrazza, Nonna.” He said sad he turned around to head back inside. Just before he went in he looked back out on the site and said “Mi piace Italia.” (I like Italy.) he said, then his Nonna called again. “Se ti sbrighi potresti prendere il prossimo autobus (If you hurry you might catch the next bus).” “Si Nonna (yes Nonna).”

Must be Sournois

[angelofdarkness]

First Name: Selene
Last Name: Vera
Age: 16
Appearance: Selene has wavy raven black hair that falls to a bit below her shoulders and is normally left loose. She has smoldering dark violet eyes. Selene is five feet and two inches, she has her tongue pierced and bellybutton pierced as well. She has naturally dark skin and is proud of it.She wears tons of eyeliner and she wears glasses because when she was younger she played too many video games. Her normal attire is combat boots and anything black, purple, red, silver, white, gray or blue. Apart from the eyeliner she wears no makeup.

History: Augusta Lulu Vera was a pure blood mother who married a muggleborn wizard and gave birth to Selena Aubrey Vera in her home country, Spain, September 18 1992. Her husband, a half blood, named Craig Fuller went to Hogwarts. Augusta was from Spain while Craig was from Puerto Rico but they loved each other. They loved her dearly but one dreary winter day when Selene was 11, her father died. Mother and daughter bonded over such a horrible loss and they decided that they would move to France to start over. Selene was quickly accepted into Beauxbatons Academy.

Personality: Selene is a sweet girl and is worst than Satan when riled up. She adores music, especially Muggle music and is deeply into rock, heavy metal, alternative and occasionally hip hop. She seems to always get people in trouble... accidentally. She loves to read and can always be found with a book at hand. Her favorite book is Dracula She cusses and is described as violent and dorky(love of writing, reading). She is short tempered and when annoyed can be deadly. She completely believes the phrase:"Don't judge a book by its cover," and has never done that.

Sample Rp:

Selene groaned as she saw her favorite spot outside taken by another girl. She walked towards her, sat on the other side and pulled out her well worn copy of Dracula. She began to read it and soon lost track of time as she was pulled into the timelss tale. She glanced up and saw that the courtyard was empty. She stifled her groan at the realization that she was late to class and sullenly picked up her bag and trudged to class.

You need to change your display name to match the name in your application. You need to spell check your application. I think you need to add a little more to your history, it seems rushed. You need to add a little more to your personality, and your RP sample is nearly long or strong enough.

Never judged a book by its cover? For a human being, thats nearly impossible. Everyone has made a stereotype of some sort. Also, how did the father die? Your history is a little jumpy and confusing to read.

[icegirl]

First Name: Veronique

Last Name: Ashcroft

Age: 13

Appearance:


History: Veronique Nicole 'Vera' Ashcroft was born on 19th July 1994 to Richard and Helene Ashcroft. Her family, which also consisted of her younger brother Damian, died when she was 5 and has been taken care of her aunt Anne-Marie. Vera grew up with her in Brittany. Anne-Marie never gave her sufficient care and this leads to Vera's untamed behaviour.

She is an above-average student and often scores 75-85% in tests. She loves Quidditch and racing and is usually found at racetracks during the summer holidays. She is a very fast Chaser and likes listening to the likes of Tokio Hotel and Muse. Sometimes she will play Quidditch by herself, but most of the time is spent alone or with her diary.

Personality: Vera is self-sufficient and spunky, and loves to break the rules. She is very stubborn and will ignore what the teacher is saying when giving lectures to her. She has grown up with the fact that the world will accept her for who she is and doesn't care about anything else.

However, that is on the outside. Inside, Vera is very secretive, sensitive and is keen to get hot-tempered. She always to get out of events as soon as possible because she gets bored very easily. She is also sad and lonely because in her life it has always been herself and no-one else. She rarely harbours romantic feelings for anyone either [as shown in the RP sample].

Sample RP:
Vera walked out of the classroom, books, quills and all. She was so keen to get into the dormitory as soon as possible. She bumped into someone tall, dark-haired and handsome. "Excuse me!" she said. The person looked up and said, "Hi. Sorry for crashing into you. I'm Nick, by the way, Nick Robertson." "I'm Veronique Ashcroft, but you can call me Vera," she replied. "Sorry again, Vera." He waved at her. "See you around!" was all he said before walking away. Vera smiled. Never in her life had she seen someone as handsome as Nick. She walked up the stairs dreamily before stumbling at the topmost step.

Back at the dorm, Vera was scribbling like mad in her diary. I have never seen a guy looking so decent like him, ever. If only I can talk to him...like be a couple...it would be the best thing that has ever happened to me. She stopped for a moment and gave Nick a little thought. She then continued writing, You know, I rarely feel this way about anyone. I always say "excuse me!!" in a really mad way when anyone bumps into me. Help me, I'm in love...

Vera closed the book and held it close to her chest. She smiled and hoped she would see Nick again.

If she lives in London why is she coming here instead of Hogwarts? Also you need to add more to your personality and RP Sample.

I've fixed it!

I dont think students can...choose. They go to school by geographical areas. They dont get letters from other schools, nor do they get a choice unless of some special, special reason. Sorry, but she would have to leave somewhere near France. Also, riding on a broomstick (underage) to other countries? The Ministry would have caught her as she could have easily been seen by muggles. Usually kids dont even learn to ride a broomstick until they go to school at age 11, but I'll let that part slide because some parents might have taught their children early. However, the bit about her going to other countries is a bit too much.

OK, I surrender. Sorry for my former message. I was just so pissed that you've haven't sorted me yet. Did I miss anything else??? Please sort me, pleasee...for the love of [the actual] Bill Kaulitz!!!

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[jordyn]

First Name:Jordyn

Last Name:Nanette

Age:15

Appearance:


History:
Jordyn was born an only child to her mother, Annalise who was a veela, and her father, Camreon who was a pure-blood wizard. She was born in Nantes, France and lived there her whole life. She was so used to being an only child but then once she turned five her parents had anonther child, Rose Nanette, and Jordyn felt like she was going to be forgotten.

At first it was fine, they payed attention to her, and they treated like they had always, but once Rose grew older and started going to school, her parents realized how smart she was and, just like Jordyn had predicted, she got pushed a side and forgotten because of her little sister.

Because of all that had happened Jordyn never really had a good relationship with her little sister, they got in fights constantly and Rose even said she hated her. After that Jordyn started acting up to get her parents attention, and not in good ways either. Finally her parents got sick of her acting up that they decided to send her Beauxbatons. Jordyn was not very happy about it and was very mad at her parents for making that decision without even asking her opinion. But I guess thats what happens when you try to get attention the wrong way.

Personality:
Jordyn is a very quiet smart girl. She keeps to herself a lot and she hides a lot of her feelings. She is very shy once you first meet her but then opens up once you get to know her, even though she does that she doesn't let anyone to close because she doesn't want to get hurt. She always has a book in her hands because once she starts a book she can't stop because she would be so wrapped up in the story. Jordyn is one of the sweetest girls ever and she can keep a secret no matter what.

But even though she has all those things people seem to judge her by the way she looks. Most people think she is just looking for attention, and sometimes she is. She has some habits, like she bites her nails and she hates talking in front of people. She is fine at magic but it takes her some time to learn it.

Sample RP:
Laying in the grass was a small girl, the sun was shining down on her face and her red hair that was spread out on the ground. Her golden brown eyes closed as she felt the heat of the sun beating down on her. The young girl was Jordyn. She was taking a day just to relax and get away from all the stress of her family.

Sitting up and bringing her legs up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around her legs hugging them tightly. It was a warm day out, but there was a slight breeze. Her red hair blowing in the wind looking like fire. She was wearing a blue t-shirt with a pink loli-pop on it and a simple pair of blue jeans.

The slight wind gave her goose bumps, so she rubbed her arms trying to make them go away. Hearing her parents yell, "Jordyn, dinner's ready!" Made her lay back down on the grass in her front yard and sigh. "I will be there in a second!" Jordyn yelled back. She didn't want to get out of her peaceful place but she knew she would have to. So off she went going into her house were she knew things were not gonna get better.

Must be Cossu

[madisonaddams]

First Name: Madison goes by Maddie)
Last Name: Addams
Age: 16
Appearance: i30.photobucket.com/albums/c305/alexi
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History: Born in by a wealthy family of Stacy and Andrew Addams Madison was born and raised in Paris France were she is currently living. Having a spoiled life Madison dad works for the ministry in town while her mom is a lawyer in a court house in Paris. Madison mother and father met at a dance and it became love at first site they were soon married by the Eiffel tower in Paris. Madison is the youngest out of her three Addams siblings so she was the youngest and the last to go to Beauxbatons Academy. The Addams all been to Beauxbatons and were all sorted into different houses, the Addams are very well known by the city of Paris as well as France.

Personality: Madison is very clever and very witty although Madison can very emotional at times she tries to be laid back and claim. Madison loves reading as well as doing things and going on adventures. Madison hardly get mad about anything unless there a need to get mad about it. She thinks getting mad is just a waste of her time. Although she is Pure blood Madison doesn't act like a pure blood she is sweet, kind and polite to everyone she meets. Madison is very out-going and very intelligent when it comes to work although she takes a break from work at times to have a little fun.

Sample RP: Madison was sitting under a tree reading a book she gotten from the library. As she was so interested in the History of Beauxbatons Academy she didn't hear the bell ring. As she snapped out of her 'reading mode' she looked up to see everyone was heading to class. "Man I must have been reading ever since we went on break, man time passes quick! Oh well, I read the rest of it tonight!'' Maddie as she stood up and put her book back in her book bag and headed towards class. As she walked down the hallway she ran into Madam Maxime. "Oh sorry headmistress I was just on my way to class I'm so sorry!'' said Madison as she picked up her books. As Madam Maxime smiled and told her it was ok and she better get to class she nodded and smiled. "Bye Madam Maxime I see you later!'said Madison as she walked down the hallways to her next class.

Must be Rouerie

[malachi]

First Name: Malachi

Last Name: Hawkins

Age: 17

Appearance:

The Face;; Let's start with the eyes. Malachi has vibrant blue eyes, almost piercing blue, which usually have little spots of grey and green in them. His eyes might be the most unique thing about him, besides his hair. Malachi's hair is naturally black, but he now has it red on the sides, and only black on top. He's probably the only kid going to Beauxbatons with that kind of hair. He has on strip of black on each side, which lines along with his defined jawline.

The Body;; Unlike other guys, who strive to be big macho men, like wannabe Arnold Schwartzenegger's, Malachi doesn't care to have a big tough frame. He is a slender boy, who is only lightly built from being on a swim team in the muggle world during the summertime, and anytime he was away from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Around that thin frame, he likes to wear an assortment of different styled clothing. He likes to make a statement everytime he puts clothes on. If his clothes are bright and vibrant, he's in a good mood. If he's in a bad mood, he'll wear things that are incredibly dark and angsty, like his Marilyn Manson shirts. He is yet another boy that loved the dark and emotive style, his favorite store being Spencer's and Hot Topic. His favorite thing to wear is his studded bracelet, his Avenged Sevenfold Watch, his favorite faded jeans, and his black and red Atreyu shirt, with his skull studded belt. He has many styles to him. For each outfit, he has different colored chereked converses on.

The Extra;; Now that the important features are covered, it's time to move onto the extra stuff about Malachi's appearance. Along with his dark clothes, he also likes to wear dark jewelry. He wouldn't be caught dead without his A7X watch and his studded bracelet, and his studded belt with the superman belt buckle. As for piercings, he only has one, and thats his lipring. Tattoo's? Yes he has one of those as well, a pair of black wings that spanned from shoulder blade to shoulder blade.

History:

It all started on a quiet Halloween Night...

Just kidding, we wont go back that far in time.

From the time he was born, Malachi was a special little boy (according to his mother), who could be anything he wanted and have only the best. He was born in Ireland, so that makes him Irish American, his mother being American and his father being a wealthy Irish man. It all started when his mother went to Ireland for a vacation and a young Michelle Swann met a slightly older Michael Hawkins. They couple fell in love and along came Malachi.

All through his toddler years, Malachi was a smart but mischevious little boy, who loved to get into things and living on the edge. He was always looking for a new and inventive way to kill himself (as his mom described it). He did everything sooner than all the other kids; talking, reading, learning faster. He even skipped grades in the elementary and middle schools. From the time he was four, he loved to draw--anything and everything. As he got older he took his creativity to new limits by writing poems (when he got depressed) and starting to get into photography (which he does today). He'd been in advance classes all through muggle school, being homeschooled during the summertime after he came home from Beauxbatons.

This past Halloween, the young irish boy turned seventeen, almost a man (as his dad puts it). He is attending Beauxbatons Academy and doing very well. He is now into emotive portraits and expressionism in photography, as well as making cartoons and writing graphic novels. It seems his creativity will never fade.

Personality:

The Good;; When you first meet Malachi, you might think that he's the quiet and reserved type, but once you get to know him, he's a lively boy who is quite funny (some call it humorous sarcasm). He is a really nice boy, and always gives people a chance, but you cross him one time and you've made an enemy for life. He is an incredibly good friend to those close to him, and would do anything to protect them. He's very, very creative with his photography, artwork, and writings. He always tries to look at the glass as if it's half full. He's a pretty well-rounded person, who's smart and quick on his feet.

The Bad;; Now that you've heard all the good things, you'll find the bad things. The worst thing is Malachi's sarcasm. He is humorous, but sometimes he can go to far, and his mouth just flies off and hurts those close to him. You dont want him as an enemy, because he has an incredible temper when messed with. If he's having a bad day, you better stay out of his way. Sometimes he's too smart for his own good, and sometimes doesn't think before he does things, and has to face consequences. Most of it's his temper.

Sample RP: (From another site as Malachi)

Beauxbatons. That's where a line of carriages were going, right after the train unloaded. It was about noon and him and the other kids where going to another year of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, where he'd spend his first year at the light castle. Before, he'd went to an irish school, almost in his last year. But recently, he had to move to France, so he had to start his magical career over, all kind of studies being taught differently at the french school. It was funny. Before, he thought this was an all girls school, known especially for Veela's. Those were creatures he did not want to get on the bad side of.

Sighing to himself, Malachi looked out the window of his white carriage, a white castle with blue roofs coming into view over a hill. God that castle looked awesome. He'd only seen his irish school and Hogwarts, besides this castle. He always loved Hogwarts' castle, but this one was so much more lively. If possible, it seemed to have more of a magical-looking quality to it. Heaving another sigh, he got out of the carriage once it stopped, going up to the steps, ready to attend his first year at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

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[juliusthegreat]

First Name: Julius
Last Name: Dragomir
Age: 17
Appearance: Julius was tall for his age, as all of his siblings were, but he also had a very muscular build that complemented his height well. His skin was caramel colored and his eyes were a deep brown that changed to red whenever he craved blood. Because of this he frequently kept a pair of dark shades in his back pocket. Light brown freckles dotted his face and other than his full beard that he could hardly keep under control, he had no hair.



History: Originally from Romania, Julius was the second son of the vampire Serghei Dragomir. His mother was a witch, and although he loved her dearly, he was ashamed to be only half vampire. It pained him to carry her name and be unable to boast of his affiliation with the Dragomir clan. At a young age his older brother Lucian had acquired a taste for blood. Julius, not wanting to be left out, would go with his father and brother to feed late at night in the neighboring cities. However, neither of them needed blood to survive, it was more like a constant gnawing that they could no longer ignore. They were warned by their father never to feed on humans and never to be seen. Most importantly, they could not tell the rest of the family. Since none of their other siblings craved blood and their mother was not a vampire, they would never understand.

Julius’s third year in high school was rough. His cravings were getting stronger and he was finding it harder and harder to suppress them. A few times a week, Julius and his brother would go to the neighboring town to feed. They were now able to go on their own since their father felt they were old enough to protect themselves. One night they were not careful and the townspeople followed them into the next city. They watched in disgust as Julius and Lucian fed. They attacked them, and the boys began to run. Lucian could not keep up and fell far behind. When Julius stopped a few miles later his brother was nowhere in sight. He found out later that his brother had been killed.
When Lucian died, Julius had no choice but to adjust. He was now the oldest of four children and he knew he had to be an example to them. He became overly protective of his younger siblings, whom he adored. He would do anything for them. They were angels, untouched by the burdens of life and he wanted them to stay that way. Shortly after, the entire family moved to France and Julius began to attend Beauxbatons with his younger sibling Jolie.

Personality: . Julius may seem quiet, but he is lively at heart and always wears a slight smile on his face. However, when it comes to his sister, he has a stern, no nonsense attitude. He is very intellectual and will engage in conversation with anyone who has the time. Julius is a hopeless romantic and often dreams of falling in love with the perfect girl, but he lives in constant fear that his thirst for blood will consume him and he will hurt the people he loves. He secretly blames himself for the death of Lucian, but unlike his sister, he will not dwell on the past.

Sample RP: Julius reluctantly trotted down the dirt path after his brother, his coat feeling heavy on his back. Lucian took off early at a steady pace, but not Julius, he wanted to enjoy the night air. If they were going to walk instead of fly they might as well appreciate their surroundings, Julius thought. As he quickened his pace, he made a note of how the wind felt on his bald head. He smiled. This was one of the few places where he felt at peace, and he was not about to let his brother spoil the moment. Julius ducked under a low-lying branch and scanned the area for Lucian. He found his brother already stalking his prey, which Julius had unknowingly scared off. Un-jarred, Lucian continued his hunt. Julius took a deep breath and allowed his hunger to consume him; he was now in a euphoric trance much like his brother.
When Julius awoke several minutes later he was surrounded by menacing eyes and faces, some of which he recognized from his own village. He quickly looked around for his brother who looked equally as terrified as he felt. What happened next was a blur of confusion and screams. Julius bolted deeper into the forest, pushing through bushes and over fallen trees. He ran until he felt like his heart would jump out of his chest and his legs would collapse under him. He finally stopped and turned to Lucian, only Lucian was nowhere in sight. Julius began to panic, his eyes frantically searching the area where his brother should have been. A horrible feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. He reluctantly turned around to search for his brother, unsure of the fate he was approaching. He soon found his answer not far from the area where they started the chase. There, on the ground, lay his older brother, almost unrecognizable in his beaten and mangled state. The image was now burned into Julius’s memory and he swore he would never allow anyone in his family to be hurt again.

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Must be Rouerie

[ivan]

First Name: Calvaghn

Last Name: O’Rileigh

Age: Looks about 17. really just peeking about 124

Appearance:
Before death, there was a definite strength in his appearance. His skin had the life of a thousand lives. But currently, it was faded to a pale shade of white, grey like at times when he becomes blood ridden and sickly. He’s tall, very tall, reaching just about 6’3 now. But don’t let his lanky appearance fool you. He has the strength of twenty men, and more stamina than any normal person could muster in their soul. His hair is dark, almost black, and it sweeps his face, framing his solid, square jaw. His eyes are actually a tad orange/brown. Though they hide behind glasses because he is so sensitive to light.

History: The year was dawning just about 1884. and it happened that a young woman was giving birth to a squealing little boy named Calvaghn. This year was a leap year, and he was considered either lucky, or unfortunate to be born February 29th. Cal didn’t much like being born on a leap year. They always had his birthday on the 28th, but he didn’t feel official until every four years the 29th came around. One his 12th birthday, properly 3 but that didn’t sound right coming out of an adolescent boys mouth. His mother presented him with a proposition. She let him know that he was a wizard. Like every child who received this news, he didn’t know what to think. If he wanted he could go to Beauxbatons academy, he could be sent as soon as she could make possible. But Calvaghn wanted to explore his other options. As he aged he found that he really didn’t have a need for his wizarding life.

He went for about 4 years, continuing normal school with the rest of the children, a few lovers here and there. Cal lived the normal life of a teenager, with a few extra conveniences that made him so much well off in the muggle world. He did little stunts and tricks to impress the girls. They thought of him as a magician, one of those men you would find in the old theater buildings pulling rabbits out of hats. This intrigued him. To make a profit out of a gift that he couldn’t control and would use to his advantage? He was only human after all. He spent long hours in the theater, practicing little tricks that could amaze even the most bull headed of Irishmen. And it all started out, with one little orange.

Orange into an Apple. Sounded impossible to the simple minded people of the 19th century. They called him a marvel, “it was because he was born on the 29th of Febuary!” Others would say. If he didn’t know any better, it seemed there wasn’t many wizards in his little town. There was one boy, Sean, who called him out for being a witch, and to burn him at the stake. Cal only grinned and stated “If I am a witch then I will float, like a board, on the river.”
Course he didn’t float.

He performed the turning of the orange into the apple infront of a full audience. They looked astounded, he merely smiled. It was around this age of 16 that he realized he was smarter then these people. But there was someone that stumped him. Her name was Áine. She looked about 19. But she acted as a vixen, coming out of houses as random with a calmed look on her face. Cal thought she was maybe a doctor, and people called on her for treatment in private. Maybe she was a witch as well! This arouse excitement within him. Fortunatly, he fell ill on evening, a fever that felt as though 103. His mother called on the mysterious woman, and she obliged. Of course she was oblige.
She took him to a room, where he laid back, happily, though groggily gazing at the woman he was infatuated with. She drew a hand across his cheek and asked him something odd. She asked if he wanted to die. His eyes widened slightly at her inquiry and he shook his head. And then a sadistic smile parted her lips. “If you die you can live with me forever.” The offer was tempting in his mind. Be with this beautiful woman for the rest of his life? Who wouldn’t turn that offer down. She picked up his wrist and kissed it lightly, the smile disappearing. Though he didn’t recall exactly what happened, his awakening was scorned with the many marks of bites and scratches. He was in a house unknown, with a feeling that he had never before premised.

He died when he was 17. He was born when he was 17. Áine became the apple of his undying brown eyes. But she had a commitment issue that did not set well with him. He would watch in full view, as she took other men under her wing, promising them the same thing. He looked on with a slight irritation at her actions, and jealousy at these men. He didn’t understand. He didn’t think he would ever understand. Up until the point where his hunger grew, and food would not satisfy this craving. Áine would not let him taste her, so he found another. She was nameless, and would soon be faceless to his memory. As all the other victims.

Years passed as he lived this way for so long. His mother was on her death bed, and she had only one question for him. Why was he still so young? Cal found it hard to talk about before, with his mother it was torture. He softly explained what had happened. She didn’t looked shocked. She looked disappointed. “Careless..” She muttered weakly. He sighed. “I have a proposition for you mum.” He said, shame creasing his forehead with furrowed brows. He looked down as he asked this of her. “Do you want to die?” His mother held his hand softly. “Yes.” She answered, breaking what was left of his heart. “I could save you.. I could keep you alive.” She sighed at him lightly “Fate has made up it’s mind. It wants you to live on, while it’s my time to go. I hope to see you on the other side.”

The other side. The other side that she were talking about was no longer an option for him.
And then he thought. He was born a wizard. He was born with these powers, he spent his childhood entertaining the people of his town with little tricks and games. Could he do more? Could he successfully find a place in that world? It tickled his thoughts, and the opportunity was too much for him to pass. He was quite compulsive with his rash decisions. What got him into eternity in the first place. But he would change his future. He would attend that school if it were still standing, and further his life as a wizard, not a vampire.

Personality: Cal, firstly, is strong. Strong in heart, strong in mind, and in spirit. He believes in himself, more then other things, and strives to do what is best for him. He thought meeting that woman Áine would be best for him, shows it didn’t quite work out. Though he makes decisions on what he wants, in the long run it may hinder him greatly. He is vexed with the idea that someone else could possibly be better at him than something, and if he does come across this encounter, he obsesses about that certain quality until it betters him.

He’s a goof really, above his deep emotional and insecure layers, he shrugs it off with crude and slightly offensive jokes. He tries to be eye opening. To stump somebody mid sentence. He loves to stun and strike a person so that they will remember him in years to pass. He lives each day life it would be his last, even though he was a never ending amount on the forerun.

A Compassionate fellow. He loves the ladies. What got him into this mess in the first place. He enjoys their conversation more then he does another males, one because he can compliment them without seeming extremely creepy or making the situation awkward. And two they are more understanding, easier to open up to then other lads. Plus they’re more beautiful then his own sex, easier to look at if the lass is going to droan on and on about their pet doing something cute.

He tends to get angry easily. Gets him into a lot of fights and a lot of enemy’s. A temper of an Irish b**tard, his heritage notorious for this personality trait.
He can be dense at times but he’s deep. A bit complex but what vampire isn’t.

Sample RP: Cal grunted at the creature. “If you’re going to be a right ass then why don’t ye do it somewhere that doesn’t get in me way.” The kitten looked up with large forlorn eyes. Something deep deep inside Calvaghn made him sigh and kneel down. “You’re a lot more trouble then when I first thought you were gonna be little missy.” Cal scooped her up into his arms, the little kitten mewing close to his ear making him grimace and peel her away from his face. He plopped her on the ground again while he went to his bed, the kitten had taken a nice little nest into his clothing he had laid out for his trip to Beauxbatons. The little bell around it’s neck jingled again and his eyes darted to the side as the kitten jumped back up again, pouncing for the spot on his jacket again. “Oh no ye don’t!” he called, catching the kitten mid air and pulling it into his body, spinning and then lightly chucking the kitten towards the door that lead to the hall, watching as it tried to stop itself as it slid towards the swinging opening.

“You’re comin’ with so don’t worry, yeesh.” He grumbled miserably. Cal’s eyes looked among his possessions. A few coats, some trousers, his hat and sunglasses and the clothing on his back. He would have to pick up some robes and his wand on the way to the school, but for now he didn’t see anything else he needed. Cal drew his hand across his face in a long stide, a sigh following his hand and falling with it too his lap. He wondered how the students would take to having a vampire at the school. He wondered how long he was going to last without blood? Many little worries had kept him up the previous night and were still nagging on his mind.

A little jingle again.

“Áine..” He groaned as the kitten pounced up and began attacking his leg. “I guess the name follows with the characteristics..” He thought out loud, gripping the kitten by the neck and pulling her up to his face, examining the innocent look she suddenly masked. Deceiving but it didn’t work. He pulled the little cat carrier out from under the bed and rested it on his sheets, dropping her in and closing the lid. Immediately the kitten began to mew, which pulled at his heartstrings. He didn’t surrender though and locked the crate, putting it with the rest of his belongings.

“Best be on our way little one..” He mumbled to himself, looking out the window as his journey began.

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[anya]

First Name: Anya
Last Name: Kiegan
Age: 16
Appearance:



History:

Anya was born into detached parents on May 23, 1991. Her father, Nicholas Kiegan, had divorced her mother, Eliza Ritchell, months before Anya's birth. At this time, they were living in Tucson, Arizona. Nicholas had returned to his birthtown of Los Angeles where he would stay for Anya's adolescence.

While Anya and her mother stuck around Tucson, they moved into a new two story house. While they settled in, her grandmom moved in since she had not been well, along with her cousin, Jim. When Anya turned seven, she realized she hated the seperation between her mother and father. She only saw him every summer and on Christmas, but the guilt in the house always remained weeks afterwards. Once eight years old, Anya asked her mother if she could live with her dad in L.A., when she accepted that she could take care of her anymore long with the rest of the family.

Her mom agreed and flew her the one way ticket to L.A. There she became a regular city kid. Anya became more bold in her decisions since she stuck up for herself most of the time as her dad worked. Once Anya was 10 years of age, her dad was seeing another woman named Yohanna. They would temporary talk of marriage, but they would never recieve a complete answer. At the age of 12, Anya then became aware she had been a witch, coming from her mom's side of the family. Her mom still does not know of this --even today. Both of her parents are muggles.

Her father, then, researched where her great-grandmother had went to school, but it closed down in the late 70's. There had been a school closed to it called Beauxbatons.

Personality:

Anya or A.K. [as she likes to be called] is another knucklehead, basically. She is very bold in her decisions and does not think before she acts. Though, she can be very creative and imaginative when the time comes to it. She loves the art of writing and music theory. Intelligence only comes when she wants. A.K. still maintains average grades, though not the best. She loves to make other laugh constantly and never has nothing to say. There is never a dull moment. Most of the time with conversations of those she does not know or someone she has met for the first time, A.K.'s voice seems a little cold at first, but not rude. She tries to keep calm and keep a good impression for others.

Sample RP:

Darkened and damp places weren't always a best choice of suit to explore through, but the adventure wouldn't hurt. This contingency was exciting for a person like A.K. She knew she had followed the map the right way to lead straight into dungeons and never knew it would be this dark. Taking out her wand, she whispered "Lumos?" with quiet uncertainty of the spell.

Her steps creeped with wetness with every step. A.K. watched around cautiously as the dim light from her wand only kept up for three feet ahead of her. "Hey, is anyone down here?" A.K. asked as her voice only carried through the long hallway making several voices talk back at her --only to realize it was her own.

Your RP Sample should have been much longer, work on that as you RP here.

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[breanna]

First Name:
Ginabella
Last Name:
Florentino
Age:
Fifteen
Appearance:
Ginabella's natural brown hair falls just below her shoulders in long layers. Her hair is naturally wavy and soft as velvet; her skin pale and nearly flawless; her brown eyes sparkling at any slight feeling of enthusiasm, or more importantly, attention. Her smile could light up the word in a heartbeat and make others smile along with her. The dimples that form each time she smiles are adorable and are, by far, one of her best features. At the height of 5'6", Ginabella stands tall, proud and confident. Her long legs allow many to ask if she models; her long, slender fingers complement her thin arms, legs and body.
History:
On February 5th, a lovely baby girl was born to the couple Mario Di Florentino and Izabella Marie Ramos Florentino, both muggles. With curly brown hair and honey, elegant brown eyes; she was named Ginabella Harley Florentino. Ginabella being an only child was spoiled, but not in a bad way.

As soon as Ginabella could walk, she spent most of her time on a swing at the park and on the monkey bars, letting her wavy brown hair blow in the wind. Eventually, Ginabella got her acceptance letter to Beauxbatons. She couldn't be happier.
Personality:
Ginabella has changed a lot over the years. She is now upbeat and talkative. She’ll talk to almost anyone as long as they are willing to and not in a bad mood. She likes to have fun, but knows right from wrong. She sometimes hates being the “party-pooper”, but she will stop everything from having a good time if it means doing the right thing. Sometimes, Ginabella is proud of that.

When it comes to being flirtatious, that has also changed about Ginabella. She use to be a big flirt. It has toned down a lot, because Ginabella has become more mature as the years have passed. If she likes someone, she has a hard time letting them know, because she is now shy about relationships. She has a big problem with slxtty girls that just let themselves go. She thinks they should have more respect for themselves.
Sample RP:
It was absolutely a beautiful day outside. Ginabella had been walking around all day. She just didn’t belong inside. Diagon Alley wasn’t too packed today. She figured most of the students had already gotten all their supplies and were using this time to have the most fun they could before school started.

Ginabella sat down on a nearby bench and crossed her legs. She placed her chin in her hands and looked up towards the sun. She squinted. It was very bright and picturesque today. Oh, how she loved this weather. She smiled and looked around, still not many people.

Like I told the person above you, your RP Sample should have been much longer, work on that as you RP here.

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[goneandforgotten]

<sub>First Name: Zoey
Last Name: Hunter
Age: 15
Appearance: Zoey has long brown hair that reached about to her waist. Her face is a roundish- heart shape, with subtle eyes and nose and a sharp smile. Her skin is lightly tanned, and her tan lines are strong, due to her usual wardrobe of shorts and t-shirts. Zoey is thin, but anorexically so. She is also short, which makes her round head look rather disproportionate.
History:
Zoey grew up in a small town outside of Bordeaux. She never had a mother, but her father was a very good parent. She was raised as a muggle, and went to normal school. But she always felt different from the other children. She knew something separated her from the normal, day-to-day normality of her classmates and her adventurous, happy-go-lucky lifestyle.

And at the age of ten, she found out what that thing was. A letter came in the mail, saying that she was actually a witch, and that she was set to attend Beauxbatons Academy of magic in the fall. At first, Zoey laughed at the letter. But, about a week from the first day of school, she finally decided that something so stupid simply must have been true. And with that, she packed her bags and headed to Beauxbatons.
Personality: Zoey has kept her adventerous qualities. She likes to go out into the forest and look for animals and other creatures, and won't mind bending the rules a little. But she is also extremely shy around strangers, and usually stays crouched down in classes. Zoey is also very smart, and usually makes effortless A's.
Sample RP:

Zoey looked at the large, wide grounds of Beauxbatons. it had been so long since she had last been here, almost an entire term. it felt almost unnerving to be back again. So many new people were here, and so many of the old professors had left for other jobs or professions. But, nevertheless, here she was, and she had to find something to occupy her time.

So she decided to go to one of her favorite places, the owlery. it was where she had expirienced most of her good school memories. She chuckled, as she realized how tall it was. In such a short period of time, it was amazing how much one could forget.

Zoey climbed up the stairs until she reached the large, round enclosure. As she entered, many of the barn owns started screeching. "Hey, guys!" she said exitedly, as she looked at the more familiar school owls. Then, she went to the window and looked at the grand veiw of the castle. She was home again.

[ I promise, I shall come up with an in-character plot reason for her absence. ]</sub>

Name some of the other flaws she has other than the fact that she's shy. Which seems a strange flaw to have for an adventurous girl.

[starlight7]

First Name: Aurelie

Last Name: Chandel

Age: 15

Appearance: Aurelie has golden blonde hair that falls in cascades in waves down her back. She has natural light brown highlights that shine and are best seen in the sun. She has light green eyes that compliment her golder hair well. They're almond shaped so they give her the slight appearance of a cat. She has a slight smattering of freckles across her button nose. She is usually found wearing only eyeliner and mascara that bring out her eye color nicely.

Her style is quite simple actually, usually wearing what she's comfortable in. Of course this is different for Aurelie. She wears skirts shorts or sweatpants no matter what. She tends to get cold knees when she wears skirts and shorts in the winter but hates wearing jeans. If she wears longs pants it's only pajama pants of sweatpants. She likes tank tops, tee-shirts, baby doll tops, and all sorts of tops. She likes to wear heels and flip-flops mostly that will increase her height which is a lowly 5'2". She has her nose pierced and her belly button pierced. She has her ears pierced in two places and her cartilage pierced as well. She's really skinny as well as short or as she likes to refer to herself, petite.

History: Aurelie Rose Chandel was born on October 4th 1993 to Andrea and Andrew Chandel. Andrea being a muggle and Andrew being a wizard. She was a energetic baby as well as young child. She interacted with everyone she met and greeted them sunnily. She was also a big trouble maker. She would pull petty pranks in the muggle preschool she attended. She would put on her most innocent puppy face and they would instantly forget they were mad at her.

When she was 9 years old she began to exhibit strange behavior such as excessive mood swings, lack of sleep, increased energy level, and she was getting very distracted very easily. Her mother, who was a muggle took her to a muggle psychological professional who then diagnosed her with Bi Polar disorder. Her mother was scared out of her mind when she found out her daughter had a mental illness; so freaked out in fact she left. Aurelie blamed herself for mother leaving but her father comforted her and she slowly began to feel better. When Aurelie went on her first shopping trip when she was 11 she became obsessed. She began to spend all of her fathers money, she blamed it on the Bi Polar disorder which symptom is Mania which can cause people to do risky things even though the consequences can be sincere.

Personality: Aurelie's personality wavers depending on the day; which is what her dad said to her when she was depressed. One day she can be bubbly happy and excited and the next day be sad depressed and melancholy. She hates to tell people about her illness so it affects it causes her to be secretive. She also trusts very few people with her secret.

Sample RP: Aurelie walked up the steps to her house; bags dangling from each arm. She hummed a tune as the door cracked open and revealed the huge entrance hall. She put the bags down and called "Daddy I'm home!" she knew he wasn't going to be happy about her spending more money than she should of but she couldn't help it; she was having one of those days. her dad bounded down the steps and glared at her

"Aurelie another one of those days?" She nodded "We're going into debt Aurelie i don't have the money for this anymore." She smiled bitterly

"I know dad let me go put these in my room call me when dinners ready." he nodded and she trumped up the stairs. She put the bags on her royal purple bed and sighed, she knew her dad hadn't meant it the way it came out but the way it did it hurt and it hurt really bad. She sat there dazed until she heard her father call down for dinner. She stood and walked downstairs and sat down waiting for the food to come onto the table. Her father set it down and she began piling food onto her plate. She glared down at it suddenly feeling very angry. They ate in a stony silence and Aurelie had a feeling things weren't going to get better anytime soon.

To her history: Pranks? In preschool? Are you sure? I dont know, the thought seems strange. Kindergarten maybe, but preschool seems a bit young somehow. And remember that bipolar (a mood disorder) isn't just about her having ups and downs and spending a lot of money. Remember that there are more symptoms to this.

Also, try and add more to the personality. How did her mother's leaving due to her mood disorder affect her relationship with other people? How she viewed herself?