Sorting (Term Eight)

[evangelinegray]

First Name: Evangeline
Last Name: Gray
Age: 17
Appearance:
History: It was January 18th, 1990. Tawny-haired Louise Gray sat on her hospital bed, sweating. After giving birth to one feisty little girl, it was to be expected. Dr. Graham walked into the room, carrying a chubby, rosy-cheeked baby. "Very healthy," the doctor diagnosed. He handed the baby to Louise. Her husband, Rogue, had stepped in with his two older daughters, Kathleen and Colleen, who were both 12 year old brats. "She's adorable," the twins said in unison. Rogue agreed quickly, shuffling scarlet papers. "Demonic-wizarding blood," he read aloud. "Perfect." Kathleen stuffed a piece of gum in her mouth. "What're you gonna name her, Mother?" she chewed impatiently. Louise smiled, finally having the floor. "Evangeline Belladonna Gray," she decided. Colleen held up her hand, obviously miming for attention. "You'll spoil her, right?" Rogue smirked. "All of the Gray children are spoiled, Cauliflower," he chortled his daughter's nickname, tousling her black hair. And spoiled Evangeline was. By the age of two years old, her first toy was a doll made out of amethysts. Her family was rich; their Bancaire account practically exploding with Galleons. No Knut or Sickle was to be seen. Evangeline had the world at her feet by the time she was five. All the gems in the world were in her palms. Kathleen, Colleen, and her parents were all proud of her, of course; their little blond beauty. Their demonic drama queen.
Personality: Well, Evangeline's history practically says it all. She's spoiled, mean, nasty, attention-seeking- demonic. Her sisters were proud of Evangeline... when she's being creative. If she does the same demonic thought... it's bound to get boring.Although, when they've had enough, they'd duct tape her mouth shut and drag her to the mall. Her personality would change when they would get there. "It's $25.00 or nothing!" was her motto. She'd buy everything in the mall- twice as much as everything. And if she couldn't get what she wanted, she'd scream. And when she'd be pushed out of the mall, that's when her parents came in handy. All in all, she's demonic.
Sample RP: "I want more!"
"I'm sorry sweetie! I'll get you some more!"
Evangeline watched her father scurry off with the tall glass of iced tea in his hands. "I love you too, darlingest Popsy!" she called after him. "I know, sweetheart," her father called mushily. Evangeline sighed and leaned back in her diamond-encrusted lawn chair. Her sisters were in the pool, complaining about a dead leaf floating around. "It's disgusting!" Kathleen yelled at her twin. "It's dead!" Colleen replied shrilly. "Shut up!" Evangeline yelled at her 29 year-old sisters. "You're disrupting my tan." Kathleen and Colleen jumped immediately off the pool and rested on a velvet embroidered picnic blanket. Evangeline snapped her fingers. "Popsy!" she yelled. She curled her wand in her fingers. Colleen jumped up suddenly. "Eww!" she cried. "Dirt!" Kathleen jumped onto Evangeline's chair. "Eek!" Kathleen agreed. "Mud!" Evangeline shot a cold look at Colleen. "Silencio!" she screamed. Her sister fumbled, her mouth glued together. Just then, her father ran out with a tall glass of new iced tea. "Popsicle!" she cried, ungluing her sister's mouth. "Eighteen pieces of ice, crushed?" she asked. "Of course, darlingest daughter." Rogue reassured. Before Evangeline could take a sip, her mother ran out, waving an expensive piece of parchment in her hand, screaming, "Vangie! Vangie!" Kathleen and Colleen giggled and murmured incoherently. The only word Evangeline could make out was "Beauxbatons", if that even was a word. "Mother?" she asked, obviously ticked off. "I'm sipping." Her mother curtsied sloppily, catching her breath. "My humblest apologies, dear daughter," she apologized. "A letter. From Beauxbatons Academy." So Beauxbatons was a real word. "Dearest Evangeline Belladonna Gray," Evangeline read aloud. "You have been accepted into Beauxbatons Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Your school supplies will be picked up by your house elf-" -she glanced at the trembling elf in the corner. "Hush, Brewster," she snapped. "I can practically hear your shivers." She turned back to the letter- "The Carriage will pick you up on September 1st. Be ready! Most ever so sincerely, Madam Maxime- Headmistress." Evangeline's parents and sisters through a gigantic party.

It was September 1st- the anxious day. Evangeline stood in front of her manor, all dolled up, a gazillion sparkly pink suitcases fencing her. "Mumsy!" she screeched. "Popsy! I can hear it! Kathy! Cauliflower!" The family raced out just in time to see the swift Carriage pull out in front of her. "Mwah! Mwah!" Her parents gave her two gigantic kisses; her sisters gave her tight bear hugs. "I love you all!" she cried. "If you run out of Galleons, give us a shout!" Rogue called. "We love you!" the twins added as their sister got into the Carriage. "I love you all!" was the last sentence as she stuck her head out the window when the Carriage started lifting up to the sky once again. "Ta ta!"

Magical or not, there is no way her first words were 'I want more' and 'That isn't perfect enough'. Also, she cannot be smarter than all of the wizarding world and the muggle world. That's rediculous. Change it, then I will sort you.

I changed it!

Must be Sournois

[maxx]

First Name: James.
Last Name: Greyson.
Age: 16.
Appearance:

History:

Born into a pure blood family, James certainly had his anti muggle born moments, but he has gotten better and more accepting after several arguments with muggle born friends. His mother was the main head of the household because Frank Greyson was a shy and quiet man. He was taught all sorts of things by his mother, and she imprinted the idea that he should always treat women best. His mother, Juana Greyson-Carter was a strong but forceful woman, ruling the household with a firm hand. The family of three where well to-do, but not overly so.

He got his letter, and proceeded to buy all of his supplies on his own, refusing his mother's help. She thought that it was just stubbornness, but he just disliked her taste.

Personality:

Ah James. He isn't the friendliest of sorts, nor is he the politest. Being around his mother made him more casual and calm around women, but around guys he isn't sure how to act. Thus he behaves in a outwardly rough manner, but when you delve deeper into his mind, he just wants to fit in with the other men.

Habits? James tends to look down often upon people, it is a slight habit that results in him seeming cold and judgmental. As he is of a pureblood family, James tends to believe himself better than those of other houses and other blood standings. As I stated before, he is getting better about that.

Sample RP:

The day had been so nice, and the breath of wind ruffling the leaves almost made James want to stay sleeping against the tree for the rest of the day. The only thing that had disturbed the scene was his stomach growling ferociously. The wind blew a gust of warm, near-summer air at him again, and he stumbled to his feet rather ungracefully. What a way to start the post-nap day, falling down after tripping on a tree root? Yes, that was exactly what he did. James brushed himself off, and trotted towards the academy, hoping that there was still food in the great hall. He was damn hungry.

About a half and hour later, the boy emerged from the castle looking satisfied. His stomach was no longer announcing it’s hunger, and a smile was plastered to his face. What had he eaten? Only a handful of chips and some juice, but since he had eaten only hours before, he was fine. (James was always hungry)

He wore a simple navy sweater, and a pair of ratty jeans, James never did care for how he dressed. He just didn’t care. Guys who actually bothered matching things, where in his opinion… gay. Keeping the placid smile on his face, he trotted down the path that lead toward the lake, hoping to see some sort of creature that was rumored to live in the depths of it’s inky waters. To his surprise, James spotted a girl who seemed to be changing clothes out in the middle of sight. That’s sort of odd, he thought.

Instead of just walking up and disturbing her, James changed the direction in which he was walking, so he would come forward facing her, instead of coming up from behind. If he seemed to sneak up, that would be just weird, and James tended to care much about his reputation and how he seemed.

Thus successfully facing her, he took a few careful, measured steps forward, with the smile that had shrunken to the size of ‘almost a smile.’ “Um, hello?” Keeping his voice lower, and steady, James leaned up against the trunk of a nearby tree and waited for a response.

Must be Sournois

[momosu]

First Name:Nanami
Last Name: Mikawa
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: If being the youngest child of a family of 7 wasn’t bad enough, try being the only girl. This is probably why Nanami grew up to be such a tomboy. It never bothered Nanami though; she always was part of the gang. She never grew up like a normal girl; Nanami grew up just like her brothers. She was put into all different kinds of sports teams and went to a muggle school. Although she is a girl, she never liked to wear a girl’s uniform, and always wore the boy’s. Many people thought that Nanami was a boy until she got into junior high school, when she finally started to dress like a girl. Only on occasions though.

Nanami’s mother married her father when she was 19 years old. The couple had four children; 3 boys and one girl. Nanami was very close to her four older brothers Hibiki(21), Eiji(19), Izumi(19) and Takumi(16). Nanami Ren Mikawa, and Takumi Jin Mikawa were born on a cold, rainy March 3rd in the year 1991. The two children were fraternal twins, and the second set of Mikawa twins. Takumi is 3 minutes older than Nanami, which made her the last child to be born to the Mikawa family.

When Nanami was 7 her family moved from Kobe to Takahama, to her grandfather’s shrine. The Mikawa family was famous for their Shamanism, because used a so called ‘dead’ kind of magic. While they lived in Takahama, Nanami was exposed to her family’s shamanistic traditions. For the next 8 years Nanami and her brothers learned the magic that her family has been practicing since the Edo Era.

On her 16th birthday Nanami got an invitation to join the Beauxbaton school of Magic. It was going to be the first time that she would be away from home. This was going to be a big change for Nanami but she believed she was ready to step out of her safety net and show the world that Shamanism wasn’t dead.

Personality: She is an extremely cute girl, who sets herself in a boyish style. Her speech is very guyish and often refers to herself by saying ‘Boku wa’ or ‘ore’. She was always called the sporty, tomboyish one of the group, due to her voice, manner, and her hobbies. She loves sports, especially ball games like soccer. Nanami usually dresses like a boy, but recently has tried to act more girly. However, it’s a very difficult thing for her to do. Like her brothers she can be very impulsive and rough around the edges. Despite that fact she is a very good student and likes to research the traditional aspects of her culture. Nanami hopes to one day be a teacher of Shaman magic, so she can pass on the traditions of her people.
Sample RP:
It was getting close to five o’clock. The house was dead silent, like no one was home. The academy bells had just rang for the after school clubs to come to a close. At that moment Nanami was on the field with the soccer club, weaving in and out of the other players trying to score a goal. Their coach blew the whistle, to end the practice. Nanami high-fived the other girls as they headed towards the lockers. All of the other girls changed back into their skirts and heeled shoes, but Nanami was tucking her shirt into her pants, putting on her flats, and tying her tie. “Mikawa-san you are so cool!” One of her classmates said, “Yeah you are the fastest on the team, you could probably beat the guys!” they bragged. Nanami nodded as she swung her bag over her shoulder “I don’t really see it that way.” She replied to them as she walked out the door headed home. The other girls, who walked with her, gossiped about the couples in the school, and about their crushes. Nanami never felt like one of the girls; she could never talk about those kinds of things. Her head was always somewhere else, like on her school work or on her sports.
Nanami waved goodbye to her friends as they reached the steps of the family shrine. “Ja ne!” Nanami said to them as they left and she climbed up the steps. The clicking of bamboo fountains filled the air. She took off her shoes as she opened the door. “Tadaima!” she shouted sliding her slippers on, dropping her bag, and shut the door with her foot. The loud sound of stampeding footsteps grew louder and louder. “NANA, Irrashai!” He brothers said in unison, as they attempted to tackle her. “Yamero Yo,” Nanami said not in the mood for their antics. The boys stopped in their tracks and exchanged odd worried looks. Hibiki picked up Nanami’s bag “Na-chan, we just really happy for you.” He said. The Twins came up behind her and put their hands on her head, “Its not every day our kawaii little sister goes to a school of magic.” Eiji said pinching her cheeks, “We are so proud of you.” Izumi exclaimed messing up her hair. Nanami brushed them off roughly “Nock it off you guys. I’m not in the mood.” Takumi stepped in front of her “We are just trying to make our last day with you special Nana.” Nanami stared down at her feet, “Bakana, what do you mean last day?” she said, “But your going-“Takumi started to say just as, “URAHEI!” she yelled interrupting Takumi. “If you guys start getting all sappy on me, I’ll start calling you my sisters.” Nanami said elbowing him in the ribs. At that comment the boys tackled their sister and tickled her “Nock it off, stop!” she pleaded while laughing “Never!” they said as they continued to retaliate. They rolled laughing on the floor for what seemed like hours. The laughter, the yelling, the fun, they were all things she was going to miss, but she would always think of them. These guys might always be annoying, but my brothers are my brothers. I’m stuck with them forever. Great, this must be Kami’s way of making life nteresting.

Must be Rouerie

[singmealovesong]

First Name:
Ayaka

Last Name:
Hitomi

Age:
16

Appearance:



History:

Aya was born in April, 1990 having of been the one and only child of her family, however, she was never a spoiled soul for her family were never exactly rich, neither were they poor either, in fact, there were what you'd call an average family.

For her whole life she has lived in England - that's the reason behind her British accent - and has always loved it there. She had friends who accepted her for who she was, and that was a gift she was proud of, to have friends. Aya has never been one to be known to shout at a person, but when someone said something she couldn't stand, she would stand up for herself.

By her fifteenth birthday, her world had changed tenfold after receiving her letter to Beauxbatons, telling her that she'd been accepted to the Magic School. At first, her parents didn't want her to leave her 'muggle' life behind, and so, Aya made a promise to her folks that she'd never forget anyone, and would come back when breaks were on.

Personality:
Ayaka is a rather relaxed kind of person, and barely ever fights back. Her intelligence is quite good for a girl her age. Most of the time, she acts rather silly, and just enjoys having a good time.

When put in the wrong books of her, she may use some witty remarks to fight, instead of physical violence. Her mind is one to wander a lot, and she isn't afraid to say her thoughts out loud.

Sample RP:

The days flew by at amazing speed.

Ayaka yawned as she headed toward her destination, extremely tired after her previous excitement had calmed down. "Well, seems I'll have some explaining to do." She thought, wincing at the sight of people glomping her after her sudden disappearance. "Now, how will I explain this to Vee and Moo...?" She murmured, thinking over her options. She could A) explain things calmly, and then presumably be hurt by both of them afterwords, B) Lie, or C) Run away, which would result in her getting hurt all the more.

Ack! What was wrong with her? There was no way she could lie, even though that option seemed a whole lot more easier than the others. She would have to tell the truth sooner or later, however, she didn't really want to, after all, it wasn't a very pleasant memory to her. Clenching her hands into fists by her side, her head shook, unsure on which one to choose. "The truth is hard to say, but its all the better when said." Letting out a loud groan, she held her head in her palms. "I don't know!" She had suddenly yelled, looks of bewilderment, as well as fear shown on numerous people's faces that glanced her way.

Having of noticed this, Ayaka smiled sheepishly, suddenly uncomfortable. "Oh, I'm sorry." Ayaka said, laughing nervously. "Great. People think you're insane, what next?" Rolling her eyes, she walked forward, deciding that it was best she ignored them, besides, she had friends to have a reunion with. "Beauxbatons, here I come."

Must be Rouerie

[pizzatime]

First Name:Hawkmoon
Last Name:Black
Age:16
Appearance:

History:Hawkmoon was born on March 2nd,1991. Hawkmoon grew up in his parent's mansion;his family was rich. He didn't like being spoiled by them so he just gave away everything that they gave him. He was what his parents thought of 'the perfect one'. He pretty much had a perfect life.
When he was about 12, his dad suddenly disappeared; Hawkmoon's dad was the one who made all of the money so him and his mom lost almost everything. Him and his mom moved into a small cottage near a huge forest.
One night when Hawkmoon was outside, he found an injured owl. He named it Ren;after his dad.
About one year later he received a strange light blue letter. It read: Dear Hawkmoon, You have been accepted into Beauxbatons Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry! The carriage will pick you up on September 1st so be ready! School Supplies and school map are on the back. Sincerely, Madam Maxime- Headmistress.

Personality:Hawkmoon loves sports. He is shy but once you get to know him he'll open up. He is very polite. He loves to sing. He can be a bit quiet at some times. His hobbies are reading, writing, and puzzles;he loves puzzles.He is very smart; all A's! His favorite color is black.

Sample RP:Hawkmoon was so excited! He had never been accepted into any 'magical' school! Suddenly he saw a light blue carriage landing in front of his house! "Mom, it's here! He called from the living room. "Hold on!" his mom rushed in with loads of trunks. "Goodbye, mom!" he said. After many goodbye hugs, Hawkmoon hopped in the carriage and it left. He was never so excited ever in his life! When the carriage arrived at the academy, Hawkmoon stood, fascinated. The school was huge! He took his bags and walked towards Beauxbatons Academy.

Must be Rouerie

[exile]

First Name: Zara

Last Name: Harte

Age: 15

Appearance:

History: Zara grew up with only her witch mother to take care of her after her demon father's disappearance. When she was younger Zara was pretty mellow and laid back. She really didn't care for anyone but herself. It was when she first got into trouble that her mother realized she had more demon in her than she thought. Zara's mother desperately tried to keep her away from everyone because she was dangerous. Violence was Zara's first resort to solving a problem. It wasn't too hard for Zara's mother to keep everyone away because mostly all other wizards and witches that saw her were afraid of her. Zara's time as a child was lonely.

At eleven, Zara got her letter. Her mother knew she had to learn how to be a witch, but she didn't know how Zara would handle others. She nervously let her go; partly glad she was gone and partly worried of the other student's safety. Zara did calm down though. She kept to herself a lot, though she did still cause some small mischief. Zara became popular among peers. Though she really could care less about her grades and social status.

Personality: Zara is very solitary and self-centered. She only socializes with friends and boys she likes. She’s also very tomboyish. Zara sometimes can be a little sassy and rude to mainly teachers or her enemies. It’s only when she’s causing trouble does she really come out of her shell. She also loves magic, and making up her own charms is one of her pastimes. School is boring and unexciting to her. Only when she’s not learning is she the most happy.

Sample RP: Zara leaned back in her chair and sighed. I hate History of Magic. Why can’t the teacher just shut up? She took a wad of muggle gum from her mouth and flung it at the professor’s head. It landed perfectly on top of her head. She used her wand to mix it deeper into the professor’s long curly hair so it would be hard to get out. She waited silently for the professor’s reaction to come. A grin of satisfaction spread across her face. Pretending it wasn’t her, Zara put her head closer to her notebook and started writing random stuff down. Not the best prank ever, but it works.



Must be Sournois

[gabrielle]

First Name: Kitty

Last Name: Summer

Age: 11

Appearance:

History: Kitty lived in France for most of her live but when she turned 10 they moved closer to Beauxbatons Academy but when she was 11 she still had to ride the Carriages to Beauxbatons Academy. She lives with her mum, her dad died about a year ago by one of the escaped Death Eater's, I think it was Selwyn. He was in the Order of the Phoenix that day he got killed was becuse he was fighting to save my mother's and mine life because Selwyn was ordered i thnik to cheak all the houses in my nambour houd to try and find my father (becuase his was also a Auo)r and last year he tryed to kill Selwyn so i think You-Know_Who has given Selwyn the cheans to kill my father . My grandmother was a veela and her dad was a elf, but i have my grandmothers blood wich is a bit wird.

Personality: a shy person but love’s being around people. She’s into art and craft so when her minds in arts and craft leave her alone. She hates people that blackmail her and cheat at games. She's a loyal person and a trustworthy too. She love's having friends that she can trust and have fun with.

Sample RP: Kitty was painting a tree (note she has tried at lest 23 times) in her bedroom when Tiddels and Squeak came running in.Tiddels opened her mouth and with a squeak and a snap. Squeak was no where to be seen.

"TIDDELS YOU STUPID CAT SPIT HER OUT NOW!" I yelled at Tiddels but that Tiddels said was "Meow,”

Mums footsteps vibrated thought the wood as she walked up the stairs.

“What’s going on?” she asked us.
"Tiddels gust ate Squeak," I said as I started to cry.
"TIDDELS, dear come down stairs to the kitchen please some one's here to see you," Mum said as she hugged Kitty.

So Kitty walked down stairs and into the kitchen thinking who could it be? to herself. When she got to the kitchen 3 people was there not 1.

“Who are you?” She asked to the people standing in the kitchen

“Well I’m Aunty Savannah and this is Uncle Fred and Cousin Isabelle,” The lady that says that she’ Aunty Savannah.

“AUNTY SAVANNAH, UNCEL FRED AND COUSIN ISABELLE!” Kitty yelled as she ran up to them and gave them a huge hug.


Please go read the rules. We are not accepting any cannon characters, nor any characters that are related to characters from the book. You need to redo this entire application.


Better, but now you need to add more to your history and personality. Her father died from what? Add more please.


Please expand the history more. Also, I doubt her father was killed by Bellatrix Lestrange. Choose a random Death Eater name? ok

I had originally thought to sort you into Cossu, but then I asked you to expand your history. Now I'll be more specific, since you tried to slide by and PUT THAT YOU WERE SORTED INTO COSSU. I'll make you wait longer to be sorted for that. Please add why the Death Eater decided to kill your father. Was it random? Was it on purpose? So she's part elf, part witch, and part veela? Are there any weird things that happen because of this odd mixture of blood? Also, since you're using Emma Watson as your celeb I'm going to have to ask you to choose another first name. I wont sort you until you fulfill all of this.

Must be Rouerie

[angelicsmile]

First Name: Louis
Last Name: Redrow
Age: 18
Appearance:
History: Louis was born in London, 22 December 1990. His family wasn't particularly well-off, the term they used was comfortable. He never went without what he needed but he had to work for what he wanted. His Father an Elf from the southern forests of France and his mother a witch from London. His parents met in Diagon Alley and.. basicly had sex. The strange french Elf ran off back home and the London witch was pregnant. At the age of 16 Louis took himself off to France in search of his birth father, his mother only let hi go on the condition that he continue his schooling hence he has come to Beauxbatons.

Personality: Louis is a loud person, the sort of boy with no inhibitions and doesn't care what anyone thinks of him. He makes friends easily but he doesn't let anyone get too close. All his relationships seem to fall apart because he can't open up.

Everyone see's his loud and free exterior but he keeps his true feelings very secret. When he finaly finds someone he feels he can trust he becomes extremely overrotective of them. Some people have said he is suffocating but Louis argues that he just cares too much.

Sample RP:

Wrapped in a huge coat, scarf and wooly hat Louis walked across the cold field. It wasn't particularly late but it was coming up to winter and the nights were growing long. Louis was preocupied with his thoughts and didn't notice the animal infront of him. Had he seen it before he walked into it he would have noticed it wasn't an animal but a centaur. But, sadly, he didn't and promptly said, 'Oh! Shoo!' He then had the sense to look up and of course he began to stammer out something that was intended as an apology but came out as garbled nonsence. As it is, centaurs are very easily offended and this particular centaur was no exception. He rased a bony fist and struck louis across the face. Louis fell to the floor and cried out.

He drew his wand and pointed it at the centaur and in his best attempt at a warning voice he said ' I warn you... Don't make me curse you!'

You need to change your display name to fit the name you've given in the application. Also, add more to the personality. - Done and Done

This was difficult, but...

Must be Sournois

[celestelune]

First Name:Céleste
Last Name: Lune
Age: 15
Appearance:



History:

Céleste was born and raised in Paris France. Her parents were Felice and Lucien Lune. When she was young she used to always love to hang around with her older brother Martin. The two of them were inseperable, and it was rare to see the two of them apart. By the time Céleste was seven years old, Martin had begun to attend Beaxbatons and she hated watching her brother leave her. It was tough being around muggles because all of them had seen her as a freak. When she was eight years old, she finally did magic for the first time. Although it wasn't how her parents had wanted it to happen. Céleste was talking to a young muggle girl when the two got into a fight, and Céleste ended up setting the girl's outfit on fire. The girl screamed while Céleste's parents rushed over to take her home. They then began to explain to her that she was a witch. Céleste's accident was quickly erased from the mind of the little girl before any chaos could start from the muggles.

By the time Céleste was eleven years old, her cousin was killed in a muggle car accident. This was a great tradegy in the family, and she took it really hard compared to the rest of her family. Next to her older brother Marten, her cousin was the person she enjoyed spending most her time with. After the accident and death of her cousin, Céleste grew a small hatred toward muggles. The only thing she liked about them was their clothes to be exact. Another accident happened when she was thirteen years old. Her father had come home drunk, and in a slightly angery state. He proceeded to take out on Céleste, and she ended up with a long scar that goes from the base of her neck to the very end of her left shoulder. She always tries to hide her scar from others, and will never tell the story of how she got it. If anyone asks her what happened, she'll say the first lie that comes to her head.
Personality:

Céleste loves to have fun and is also a very creative person. She enjoys singing, drawing, as well as playing her guitar or flute. If someone threw a party she'd be one of the first ones to arrive because she's a huge party girl. She enjoys joking around, and can generally get along with anybody. She hates being bored, and she has a habit of doing strange things when she begins to grow bored. However, she isn't always as happy as she seems. Deep down she is still scarred from her cousins death, and will only tell those she trust one hundred percent about it. It's the same way about her scar. Céleste often has nightmares about her cousins death, and will be a bit anti-social after having these nightmares. Deep down she blames her self for his death because she thinks she could have been able to stop it.

Sample RP:

Céleste walked through her house looking for her older brother Martin. She had wanted to tell him goodbye before leaving, but so far he was no where in sight. Her mother had said that he was probably in his room, but she didn't want to check there right away. She didn't want to walk in to find he wasn't there.

"Martin, are you still here?" she yelled through the house. Finally she heard a reply. "Yo, Céleste I'm in my room right now." Martin had yelled back toward her. Feeling slightly stupid that she hadn't checked there first, she rushed up into his room.

As soon as she entered Martin's room, she jumped on his bed and gave him a hug. "I'm going to be leaving soon Martin." she told him smiling. "Aren't you going to wish me luck?"

"Well, goodbye then and good luck. Although I don't think you'll need it." he told her smiling. "With you crazy attitude you'll probably make friends in no time."

Céleste punched her brother's arm after hearing his comment. "You think I don't need luck. Just you wait, the first thing that I do when I get there is trip right when I enter the school." she said smiling widely. The two of them laughed together, but soon Céleste heard her mom calling for her.

Hugging her brother again for the last time, a few stray tears began to fall out of her eyes. "Well, goodbye. I'm really going to miss you. Oh, and good luck with you new job." she said as she let go of Martin. She walked out of her brother's room, but as she was leaving the doorway she turned around to wave goodbye. Her brother gave her a small wave off and that was that.

A few minutes later she entered the kitchen where her mom was waiting, and the two of them left on their way. It wouldn't be long now until she was riding in a white carriage on her way to Beaxbatons.

Must be Cossu

[unsolvedmystery]

First Name:
Anja [pr. Anya] or A.J

Last Name:
Sayuri

Age:
14

Appearance:


History:
Anja was born to poor muggle Japanese migrants in Russia, and learned to be independent and earn what she wanted in her early childhood. She was rarely around her busy parents that worked hard to keep the family together and though she was very independent in herself, she craved the attention of her parents. Because of this, she ended up being a rebellious child, constantly getting in trouble for her attention-seeking antics, all because she wanted to be noticed. Despite this, she actually had intelligence beyond her years, but found herself seldom showing her talents because she didn’t want to be shunned by her peers or labeled ‘a geek.’ At the age of nine, Anja’s parents sent her to boarding school on a music scholarship, in Germany, and her time there would always be her most cherished memory. She had been freed from the ghettos of St. Petersburg and thrust into a whole new world. She had been at the school for two years when her abilities began to show. She used the magic very rarely, even then for the simplest things at a small scale. Anja had sent a letter to her parents, explaining what she had discovered, only to find that they had been sent a letter from the school of Beauxbatons. Her parents were rather hesitant at first to allow Anja to be sent to a wizarding school, yet after many attempts to make them want her to go, Anja ended up winning.

Personality:
Anja was never artistic, yet her love of music proved to be a very passionate one. Her rebellious streak drove her to be an independent thinker and often questioned what people said, and often knew when people lied to her. Anja always did seem to have a lot of friends, and it never bothered her, although some of the people she hung around with, her parents didn’t approve of. Although she dumbed herself down when she was around her friends, she was always loyal and loved them as she would normally.

Her hobbies usually include partying, yet she wasn't exactly the one being the wildest. Otherwise you would usually find her at the library trying to find some peace from her friends and letting her mind wander in some novel that had entranced her. Anja has also been playing the piano since she was three years of age, which has obviously lead her to become rather creative, even if she doesn't show it.
Sample RP:
An eerie cloud of fog had settled amongst the grounds of Beauxbatons as the rain lashed against the windows. A dark, moonless night had left this fog to suppress against the panes and the Beauxbatons Palace silent.

The rain had left Anja restless in her sleep, so she sat upright in her large, draped bed and slipped into a dressing gown, a book in one hand and her wand in another. Standing, she gazed around, her roommates seemingly life-less and she crept out of the room. She entered the large Common room, but merely passed through it and she made her way into the draughty corridor. It did not seem pitch black, as it had when she tried to peer into the grounds through a window, but more of a dull grey colour. As you would expect, everything was silent as she crept through the winding passages, half asleep. She found herself drifting along only the slightest bit conscious of what she was doing.

Since she had arrived, Anja was interested in magical history and as she woke every couple of minutes, she would find herself gazing at some grand tapestry or statue, taking in everything unknowingly. In spite of this, she made way down some corridors she had never heard of – much less been down. The book in her hand seemed to be gaining weight, and there was no way that she would be able to find her way back to her dorm in this state of drowsiness.

She had come across the Charms corridor and thought of the perfect place; the Room of Requirement, and she knew the way from the corridor to there perfectly. Making her way there, she stopped only once to talk briefly with the kind ghost of Rouerie, whom told her about the history of the room, as she mentioned it to him. She eventually came across the room and walked past the familiar part of blank wall.


This was a good application, but for some reason I'm having difficulty sorting her. Is there anything you can add to her personality?

I added quite a bit to the personality for you, I hope it's okay. :]

Must be Rouerie

[ron]

[.first NAME.]
Pierre
[.last NAME.]
Oliver
[.za AGE.]
16
[.za PIC.]

[.za MODEL.]
Zac Efron
[.za HISTORY.]
Pierre Oliver was born to a happy French couple, Adèle and Claude Oliver in the wonderful Paris. Pierre was an extraordinary boy. In the years he was in Muggle school, he was exceptional at almost everything. The other children at school ignored him, feeling left out because he stole all the attention from teachers. Alone and angry, he tried to excel in a every subject. When Pierre finally got his letter, he was scared at first. hen he calmed down and told his parents. They were at first cautious, but they, of course, let him go. When Pierre finally arrived at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic he was wide-eyed and in awe most of the time. Now the time has passed and a sixteen year old Pierre Oliver is in his Sixth year at Beauxbatons still exploring parts of it he hasn't yet, and havign the time of his life..
[.za PERSONALITY.]
Pierre Oliver is different, to say in the least. He's one of those energetic, boisterious people that you love yet hate at the same time. Pierre tends to be the person you ignore most of the time but you always have a few things to say when it comes to talking behind his back. To those who observe Pierre from a distance or notice him but prefer not to associate with him, he seems very quiet and preserved. Most of the time he's just sitting down, reading, or watching other people while he sits there in boredome. He's obviously the most social sort of person, but sometimes prefers to keep to himself. There are a few people who you can catch Peter bickering back and forth with, and the other people he'll be having a calm conversation, laughing or joking with them. There might be that one person who you can tell is his enemy who he'll insult once in a while, but you will rarely see Pierre insult people. You will always see him acting wild or goofy.
[.za RP.]
Pierre smiled as his best friend walked past him. He bit his lip, trying to remember his special hand shake with him. "So,"he said slowly. Not wanting to continue he continued. "Are you ready to go to Muggle Studiez?" Pierre asked him. He shoved his borwn hair away from his eyes and smiled. "I heard we are studying Muggle pets!" He recalled beaming at his girlfriend who walked by him. Getting his head back on straight he smiled.
"Zat soundz cool!"

My first post states that you are not allowed to use an rp sample from another board. Please make your own.

Must be Rouerie

[gymnast4plus]

First Name:Heather
Last Name:Lestat
Age:16
Appearance: History:Heather Marie Lestat was born on November 28, 1991. Her parents names are Luna and Konan Lestat. Heather has a sister named Winter, who was accepted in Beauxbatons before her. Heather is half fairy (mother) and half werewolf (father). Heather was always very close with her sister and when Winter went away to Beauxbatons she was a bit sad but promised to write her every day. Heather got along well with her family. She was always very obedient with her parents.

Especially her mother, who had always wanted a fairy (like herself) for a daughter.When Heather was still young enough to have her mother dress her, she would always be dressed in pink fluffiness. Which she hated but she wanted to please her mother. When Heather finally reached the age where she could dress herself she stuck with the pink princessy look but added a twist of her own. She called it "Punk Princess".
Heather's dad, Konan, was a wand maker. His job wasn't GREATLY profitable, but it still gave the Lestats a good home in a small village in Paris. Heather always liked to watch her dad make the wands. She was always fascinated with wand making ever since she was little.
The Lestats did have a family pet.....Until Winter took it with her to Beauxbatons.
Heather and Winter loved their gremlin, Oak dearly. So when Winter took it with her, Heather insisted on getting another pet. While, Winter was away the Lestats adopted a bunny named Lucy into their family.

Personality: Heather is very active with clarinet, gymnastics,swimming,volleyball,and writing and illustrating her own stories.
Heather is very outgoing,obedient,creative,loves to make people laugh,and adores music of all kind.She is sometmes a perfectionist.Heather can also sometimes be hard on herself,she gets frustrated with things once in a while,she will sometimes be a little self conscience, and can get impatient but, she is very grateful for what she has and what she has accomplished.
Sample RP:One Saturday afternoon in the winter, I was making snow sculptures in my neighbor's back yard. Angela, my neighbor and I were in the middle of a contest of snow sculpting when my mother appeared at the fence dividing the two neighboring yards. In her hand was a small blue envelope. I screamed! I new what it was right away. I was finally excepted into Beauxbatons! Soon i would be reunited with my sister! I was so excited I almost forgot to say bye to Angela in my rush to read the envelope! " Sweetie, I'm guessing you know what this is." My mother said with a smile.

Once inside my own house, (and in a warm pair of tattered jeans and a pink and black polka dotted top.) My father and mother, accompanied by Lucy,were at the dining room table discussing my acceptance into Beauxbatons. "All my children are growing up." my father said with a sadness in his voice. "Well, if it makes you feel better we could always build that wand making shed you have always wanted." my mother said attempting to cheer up my dad. "Oh well in that case, Heather what time will you be leaving?" dad asked my, now a laugh replacing the sadness in his voice. "It says a carriage will pick me up at 5:00 AM on December 3." I said happily. "Oh wow! Thats tomorrow!"I said.

As I was in my bed, I glanced at the clock. "11:11, make a wish!" Is said to myself. Making a wish at 11:11 was a game I used to play with my sister. " I hope I am in the same house as my sister." I said again to my self. I then thought to myself : I'm so happy I have been accepted into Beauxbatons! Winter will be so surprised at how much I packed! I wonder if Lucy is excited about about Beauxbatons as much as me!
I fell asleep watching the snow fall from the sky shortly after.

"BEEP,BEEP!" My alarm clock rung. UGH. "Who set it for 4:15?"
I asked myself. "Oh wait!"I suddenly remembered I did becuse I needed to get dressed and ready for the trip to Beauxbatons! I walked down the stairs to my kitchen and made myself eggs while listening to christmas music.
Shortly after, my mom joined me and dad pulled my heavy luggage to the doorway. "4:50, You have about 10 minutes Heather." said my mother. "Will you be taking Lucy?" My father asked. "Of course!" I exclaimed.
For the rest of the time I had at home I videotaped the few minutes I had left. "The carriage is here!" My mother said.
"Well, I guess I should be going" I said with a farewell to my parents. I got into the carriage and I watched as my house grew small in the distance. I fell asleep.
I woke up to the meowing of Lucy. I looked out the window of the white carriage and gasped. "There it is, Lucy!" I whispered.

Okay, could you add more to the personality. Pre-magic academy? Whats that? Give her flaws in her personality. Also, there is no way that Winter could email her since electronics do not work on a magical campus whatsoever.
Ok I fixed it!

Must be Cossu

[eris]

you will s q u e e z e the [life] out of me_____

I won't let it show that
I'm not always flying
So on the way down
I'll watch you burn

First Name: Eris
Middle Name: Melody
Last Name: De Foncé
Age: Fift e e n

So let me know just how to take this
You're way to cold
Now show me how before it breaks me
Did you come here to watch me, watch me burn?

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Appearance: Eris grew into a pretty girl. She had chestnut brown hair with lighter brown highlights which was perfect and fell between her shoulder blades. She had a fair complexion and she has odd violet coloured eyes. She's not very tall, only 5"5.. her She's rather fair and she has a slim body.
Picture:

History: Not many could brag about a life like Eris De Fonc? had. Many people who've met her describe her as a fairytale princess in the flesh. Her father is one of the most high paying directors on the earth and her mother, an ex-actress/model, now runs a talent agency that's made thousands of celebrities and has numerous books out. Not only is her father a director, but he was once an amazing lawyer. After Grant died, a distant relative of his, it was he who took over Silver Oil, making them only richer if that was possible. Both of them are amongst the richest on this earth, amongst the people who have fifty billion people under their wing, living their dream lives.... but where does a child fit into all this glamor?

Eris Melody De Fonc? was born to Pierre and Fleur De Fonc? on April 17th while both were on their return trip from their honeymoon in Versailles, France. They had the child and left quickly for their home elsewhere.... After a day or two of happily having a child, both Pierre and Fleur got... tired of her? And at a week old, only seen her parents for two days of her life. It wasn't as if they threw her in a dungeon, that would look bad on their record, she was given to a roomful of nannies, maids and servants to grow up with. They were her family now. She was ignored by her parents for seven years, having no companions her own age, and having to play with herself. Everyone was too busy to play with a child. She grew up alone and knowing instantly that she should never expect anything more out of life. Her parents, owned their own island which a castle of theirs was built onto it. She often got lost in these long, endless hallways, but always being rescued by someone. She only saw her parents every other Sunday at tea. She always had everything she wanted, a pretty pony, a huge supply of clothes and whatever she wanted to eat each day.... all but one thing - love from a parent.

When Eris turned nine, she finally started recieveing the attention she craved. Her parents wanted to wait until she was fourteen before they 'brought' her out to society, but they were time pressed because of something ro another. After that, they couldn't really keep the fact that they had a child secret. All their up-class friends always made comments about where their 'adorable, cute, very beautiful' girl was, meaning that Eris was the center of attention all the time. It was here, at these parties where everyone was twice her age, that Eris started to crave attention even more. She would do anything to get the attention of anybody who was passing. She swung from chandeliers, broke expensive vases, dropped dye on her mother's favorite clothes.... Anything to be not forgotten again. Her parents thought of her as an imp and thought it was phase that would surely pass. They of course, were wrong.

When Eris turned ten, her world sort of turned upside down. Her parents were sudenly away all the time and of course she was mad at this once more. She turned into a spoiled brat and made the poor servants' work dreaded. But one day, to all of Eris' horror, she found out that she was alone in her huge home. Perfectly alone... All the servants and whomever else were gone. And for the first time, Eris felt scared. She was only ten years old after all. Meaning, she stumbled to her parents' room and hid in the huge bed. That night, her parents came home, laughing and everything. Unaware that their little girl was in their room, Eris heard everything. About how the 'stupid' "leader" was dead and muggles were gone and that they were Death Eaters

She was only found out when her father sat down on the bed and accientally sat on her leg, making her yelp in pain. Instead of being angry as she thought they would be, they hugged her and dolled over her. Smiling like they havedn't since she was born. But then she found something odd, her father was using his hands to light his cigars. No matches, or a lighter.... his hands. The practice of being a brat for so long helped her 'cry' and scream about what the heck was wrong with her daddy. Her mother just shrugged and told her it was nothing and that her father was really using a match..... Eris didn't believe her. She was safe from the outside world, though she didn't know it then. She was smart, she knew what was happening from reading magazines and watching tv and stuff. She found out all about magical creatures and guessed her father was demon from the hands in fire episode. She felt a twinge of sorrow for the muggles she knew, but not that much. She hadn't exactly gotten close to any of them. But it made her wonder why she wasn't dead, or her her mother? They were both human right? Was it only her father who was safe? Or was he the one keeping them safe?

When she turned twelve, to her delight, she found out their neither her mother or herself were human after all. Her mother made her father go get the candles after her refused with her mind, probably to prove to Eris that she wasn't a human. It was here, when her father was about to 'make' fire, that Eris did it herself. Instead of freaking out, she was glad of it. She wasn't human either! And she could control.... fire. How many twelve year olds got that for their birthdays? Both her parents told her she was a pyrokenetic, like her father. They told her that her mother was a dominakinetic..... a more rare demon power who could control peoples minds. Instead of being scared once again.... Eris thirsted for more knowledge and to control her power even further. It wasn't until she was thirteen that any other signs of another power showed. Her pyro skills were.... considerabley better after coaching from her dad. But at thirteen, she realized that like her mother, she too could control people's minds. Just a little smidgen. Like when her cousin refused to give up her seat which would of made Eris sit on the dirty ground, she managed to knock them off the chair...

Both her parents have heard of mixed demons before.... but never seen one and now their own daughter was one. They sent her off to Hogwarts to learn how to control both her talents better because they certainly didn't have any time to. She greatly likes her pyro side of her better since she's better at it and using her other power makes her get a headache and it makes her sleepy. But she wants to be the best at both of them and she knows she will be.

At Hogwarts, Eris has always been the moody, quiet, loner, shy girl who stayed in her room all the time. Gradually - with the help of a few friends, she came out of her shell. As of now, she got transfered to Beauxbaton. She doesn't know what to expect and hopes that her life will be a little different.

Personality: Eris, is nice enough. She's rather kind hearted and has a soft spot for animals. She hates killing and such.... but yet, if you flare her up a bit, she'll turn out to have a pretty nasty temper. She somewhat looks sullen and moody on the outside. Rather snobby and cold. And that's probably the first impression you'll get from her. But have you ever thought that it was all a mask? One she puts on to hide the real self from others? Oh believe me, you would be surprised to dig a little deeper and find out what she really is. It's such a shame more people don't want to spend the time doing so. Eris, is a tad bit shy.... but after breaking through that, she'll be one of the outgoingest people you know. Sometimes... she can be a bit evil, quick to judge, quick to jump to conclusions. She's sly and cunning... . But brave and courageous at the same time. She has a .... split personality you can say. Eris is carefree. She does what she wants without thinking over the consequences over. She's rather a trouble maker and is usually caught in the middle of some prank or another. She can crack a joke through almost anything. Yet, she'll always flee the scene of the crime before she's caught. One of the few things you're certain to get with her is a good laugh. She's hardworking, fair, witty, smart, loyal and brave yet slyness and cunningness are way up there. She's power hungry deep inside... evil... snobby. And that¡¯s exactly how you can view her. Many become afraid of her. She chooses her companions very selectively and looks down on those she views lesser than her. View her as you may... the snobby, upper-class girl... or the class clown... or maybe, just maybe... a normal teenager.

Throughout the years, Eris has gone from extremely shy/loner girl, to a more outgoing person personality wise. Even though she's still quiet. Her powers also got stronger as well as weaker, because at the New Moon she tends to be unable to control her powers.

Sample RP: After a long, rather stressful week of studying, Eris headed back into her room. Between studying and everything, she barely had time to see anyone anymore. Let alone her boyfriend. She passed him a few times a day, but never had time for a decent conversation with him. And she missed that... she seriously needed to take some days off. Biting her nail, she looked around her room for a moment. Everything was in it's proper order, as per usual. She was such a perfectionist sometimes. It was six o'clock. Brandon was probably done work and could do something with her. Go out maybe? Just stay in his dorm and watch a movie together? Anything. She didn't mind if they just sat there, looking at each other for hours. As long as they were together, she was perfectly happy.

Grabbing a gray sweater out of her closet, she slipped it on as she walked out of her room and headed to Brandon's. She was still dressed in her work clothes - a pair of jeans and a tank top which had been covered by the sweater. She ran a hand through her dark hair, as she walked to his dorm. She could go there with her eyes closed. She used to spend so much time in there.... Upon reaching it, she realized something, and quickly headed down the stairs to the kitchen first. She rummaged through the cupboards until she came upon a package of chocolate chip cookies, and with that in hand - she headed back up to Brandon's dorm. They were going to stay there tonight. She knocked on the door twice, before opening the door slightly and peeking her head in. "Brandon?" she called, the lights were on, so he had to be in there somewhere.

I won't let it show that
I'm not always flying
So on the way down
I'll watch you burn

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_____our time is r u n n i n g [out]


The only way I'll allow you to use her second power (controlling people's mind I think it was) is if you make sure to PM the member before doing so, and ask for their permission. But I am asking for weaknesses for her powers; what happens when she uses them? There has to be some weaknesses.

I always ask permission before controling another person's character {unless it is mine...xD}. & Now, I've edited.

I figured you would ask for permission because this is a good application, but I wanted to be certain. Well then...

Must be Sournois

[rose]

First Name: Rosabelle
Last Name: Moretti
Age: 16
Appearance:

History:
Rosabelle's parents are one of those couples who everyone knew were going to end up married. Alfonso, Rosa’s father, was a muggle but knew of wizards and witches his entire life because of the friendship between his mother and his future wife, Maria’s mother were best friends.
Forced to around each other, Maria and Alfonso became very close. When they were older, about in their fifth year, the feelings they had for each other began to bud into something more. Neither one of them wanted to do anything about it because they feared that if something happened, they would lose the companionship that they had before. In Maria and Alfonso’s 6th year, it was useless to even try to look at other people in an attracted way because they only had eyes for each other. Finally making their relationship official they were never apart and got married a year after they graduated from school.
Rosa’s brother, Isaia, was born two years before her, but when the couple realized that that they were going to have a little girl they were so happy.
Rosa grew up with many expectations. She was expected to be a little lady when she was around strangers but be able to play with Isaia when they didn’t want her to bother them. She was thrown into piano, foreign language and flying lessons as soon as she was able to talk. Rosa always knew that her parents just wanted the best for her but she couldn’t help to rebel a slight bit like all teenagers. She began to sneak out at times, skip her lessons, and talk back to her parents.
She even recieved a few detentions one year, however, when she had to spend that hour or so with the teacher she didn't like, Rosa made sure that whenever she was going to do something against the rules she didn't get caught.
Personality: The only way to describe Roa Moretti would be random. Having said that, this is the only way to explain her personality:
Loyal: There is almost nothing (besides betrayal) you could do to Rosa to make her turn her back on you completely. She treasures friendships more than her life because, in her mind, friends are the ones you can always run to. That is one of the reasons why she prefers to have a few good friends rather than to have a large group of people that are just friends. That also is why she has trouble meeting new people, Rosa is so used to being around people that know her well that she has trouble opening up to people that she doesn’t know.
Funny: Laughter is always something that Rosa wants to make happen. She loves to make a fool of herself that way others can have a good laugh. This is the main reason why she is so random. She found when she was younger that what she calls “random-o-sity” is a sure way to make people smile and sometimes snort in laughter.
Opinionated: Rosa might come off as an airhead and a clown at times but she really does have many opinions on many different things. Also, she isn’t usually shy to tell you, especially when they are close to her heart and someone disagrees with her. Debates have always been a strong point for her, she loves to use logic to stump people and make them think about what they are saying.
Imaginative:Rosa is a kid at heart when it comes to imagination. She will play with her cousins and their imaginary friends. She is also one of those people that gets her hopes up for everything, and then when they don’t go her way, she comes crashing down to Earth. Then when the event or whatever goes the way she expected it, she will talk about it for days!
Determined: Since her parents have always expected a lot out of her, Rosa has come to have a hard time just giving up on things. She sets goals and she will reach them, there isn’t a “might” reach them. If she can’t figure something out it eats at her. That’s why she doesn’t like math!
Sample RP:
Sitting near the fire, in her comfy chair in her dorm room was all Rosa wanted to be doing right now. Instead she was on a train headed back to her parents. Rosa knew that as soon as she stepped in the door she was so walk to the piano, practice for an hour, then walk next door and have about a 30 minute visit with her grandmotherm, then go home sit on the couch and wait for her parents to finally arrive.
"Miss, can I have your ticket please?" a mans vioce made Rosa jerk herself out of her thoughts.
"Yes,here." Rosa dug through her purse and handed the small blue piece of paper. The man walked away and Rosa dove back into her daydreams
You know, things could change this year. They could meet me at the train station and just give me a hug. they will tell me how much they missed me.........yeah right. Nice image but I doubt it will happen. Rosa sighed and looked out the window. Things could be worse I suppose.

Must be Rouerie

[ohmykevinjonas]

First Name: Melonie
Last Name: Calavera
Age: 14
Appearance: Melonie is about 5'4", average for a girl her age. Her dirty blonde hair is suitable for her soft, glowing face. There's something about her appearance thats perfect, maybe the twinkle in her eye when she gets a compliment. Maybe it's the way she smiles brightly when watching a first year get picked on.Or, maybe its just her big, brown eyes that make her always get her spoiled little snot nosed way.
History: Growing up in London, England, she was surrounded by a bunch of bums. But she, luckily, was pretty dang spoiled rotton! She had everything she ever wanted, until her mother died when she was 10. Later on that year, right after Christmas, her father died, too. She only had a younger sister, Madeline, and her older brother, Marcus. But Melony's brother took care of the both of them, no matter how much he would rather be hanging out with friends.
Personality: Most people call Melony 'bi-polar' because she can be sweet, and she can be extremly evil. She's a suck up to teachers, usually to the more important ones. Most guys fear not of her, but some do because she knows her magic very well, and crafty karate. She's not afraid of anything and loves to be melo-dramatic. She can be very lovable at heart, but you would have to dig very deep to get that level of Melony. She makes friends easily, but also loses them.
Sample RP: Trying to get the picture just right, Melony scooted back a little in the feild across from the school of Beauxbatons. She was coloring in her sketch book with oil pastels, not the best to use on that weak paper. "Ughhh," she groaned, accidently going off the page. "Stupid paper."
She tried to ignore her simple mistake. Melony sighed, throwing the sketch book aside.A owl flew over head. It opened its mouth, and a voice shot out. "Melony! Almost time for class," her friend, Skye, said through the owl.
"Oh, shoot!" Melony sighed, getting up and running towards the school.

Must be Sournois