Sorting (Term Eight)

[4ester]

First Name: Zarie

Last Name: Lavato

Appearance: Zarie has dark blond hair that goes half-way down her back. She usually just leaves it to do as it will because it is very unruly and she never tries to mess with it. Her eyes are a piercing icy blue-gray. Zarie usually has a blank or uncaring look on her face. This mixed with the color of her eyes makes her appear bored/angry. She stands about 5'8 and is big boned. At first glance you may think she is some kind of gangster because of the things she wears. Her personal uniform is blue jeans, a dark colored shirt, a second shirt, and tennis shoes.

History: Zarie Evelyn was born on July 1st to Christopher and Jacqueline Lavato. Christopher was a pure-blooded wizard and Jacqueline a mutant. Zarie's mother's ability was being able to take moisture from the air and turn it into ice.
Family:: Zarie has one sibling; a 19 year old half-brother named Benji. Benji has a sarcastic personality and his mutant ability is being able to regenerate. He loves to give people nicknames and used call his father "Chuck" much to Christopher's dismay. Zarie was always "lil' Z" to Benji. Christopher was married before, so Jacqueline is his step-mother and Zarie his half-sister. When Benji was 17 and fresh out of his mutant training school, he left home due to his father's sudden alcohol addiction. He now lives in France with Jacqueline and Zarie.////Zarie's mother; Javqueline was born and raised in France. She attended Beauxbatons and was very pleased when Zarie recieved her letter. While visiting London, England, Jacqueline met and dated Christopher Lavato. He had a son, Benji, from a previous marriage which ended when she(Chris's other wife) died. Zarie was born a year later. When Zarie was 10, Christopher became an alcoholic. Soon after Benji left, Jacqueline took Zarie and went back to France. The divorce was final within 2 weeks of her finding out that Christopher had also been cheating on her. Both of these happenings had a major effect on Zarie especially since her father never tried to stop his alcohol addiction or make up for the affair. However, as soon as Jacqueline and Zarie got settled, the former requested that Benji come live with them. Having Benji in the house has really helped Zarie with her "dad" issues.
Mutant Ability:: Zarie's mutant power is being able to turn invisible and her body is charged with electric energy. Because of the energy, which never dies down, she has a lot of trouble sleeping and prefers to stay awake at night. She enjoys being able to turn invisible so she is able to avoid people which, though she would love to make friends, is something that she prefers. Zarie is introverted and she is afraid that, if she gets close to someone, she will hurt them with her electric ability. Though she can control her powers fairly well, there are times it is overwhelming.

Personality: Zarie has two sides which is mainly due to her family problems. On the outside, she is cold, unkind, and insulting. This usually has such an affect on people that they don't try to get to know her. She can think on her feet and has many witty responses if someone insults her. If you take the time to get to know her though, she is a very tender, soft-spoken, compassionate person. She has a sarcastic twang about her and can be very funny. Zarie dearly loves to read particularly fantasy novels and poetry. She has the ability to make a joke, comment, or insult without making a face. Sadly, though, Zara has very few friends (Muggle-wise) because of her cold exterior. She hopes that at Beauxbatons she can find someone who understands her situation, yet is still willing to be friends.

Sample RP: A young girl sat in the old dusty attic on the windowsill. In her lap sat an old, worn book who's title read: Edgar Allen Poe-the complete works. The girl stared out the window watching her mother work in the garden. Suddenly, a tall dark haired boy emerged from the small attic door. "Yo, lil' Z! Whatca doin' up here alone?" he said in a cheerful voice. The girl look from the window and into the face of the boy. She stared blankly for a few seconds before saying softly, "Just watching mum work if you must know Benji." The boy, now identified as Benji, laughed and said, "Yes, I must know, Zarie." Zarie rolled her eyes and stood up, accidentally allowing the book fall to the ground. "I got it," Benji half shouted, diving for the book. Startled by his actions, Zarie jumped back bumping into the wall and promptly fell forward. Throwing her hands in front of her, she was able to break her fall and landed with a small ouch. During Zarie's "moment" Benji had recovered the book and was watching her. When she hit the floor he gave a small laugh and went over to help her back to her feet. After Zarie was back on her feet, Benji took a look at her book. "Edgar Allen Poe," he said thoughtfully, "Wasn't he some kinda demented goth poet?" Zarie sighed at Benji's words and said, "Yes, he was a poet and he was kinda out there. Despite that though he really was an interesting person to read. He had such a unique outlook on life." Benji laughed as Zarie continued talking about how different Poe had been. "Yeah yeah yeah," he said, interrupting her, "I get what you're saying, but I still think the dude need to check into the asylum." Rolling her eyes, Zarie took the book from him and exited the attic. Stepping out into the long hallway, she walked past several doors until she reached the stairs. When she was about halfway down Benji jumped all the way down them and began running. Over his shoulder he yelled, "Beat ya outside Z!!!!" Narrowing her eyes, Zarie placed her book on the stairs and sprinted across the open hall and down another hallway catching up to Benji quickly. In no time she was by his side matching him step for step. "No fair," he said as they took the last turn and ran into the final hall. Her adrenaline pumping, Zarie put on another burst of speed and reached the door first. She flung it open and sprinted toward her mother, who was still working in the garden. She slowed and came to a halt as Benji attemped to come to a complete stop which resulted in him falling flat on his face. Startled by these sudden actions Zarie's mother looked up. She sighed when her saw Benji laying face-down in the dirt and said, "Where you two racing again?" After helping Benji up, Zarie look at the ground guiltily. "Yes," she mumbled. "Ah, come on. She's gotta get rid of all her energy somehow, don't ya Z?" Benji stated playfully punching Zarie in the arm. "If you say so Benje. If you say so," Zarie's mother, Jacqueline, said shaking her head. "I do say," Benji answered holding his head up. "Nah, all you ever say is something retarded," Zarie said with a straight face. Benji snapped his head in Zaries direction. "Oh, ya wanna dance, lil Z? Well, bring on the music!" Zarie kept a blank face and stared at Benji and said, "No I don't want to dance? Besides we have no music." Jacqueline watched the two go on then finally stated, "Alright, enough you lot." "Fine," Benji and Zarie said at the same time. The three sat in silence for a few minutes before Jacqueline asked, "Would you tow like to help me finish planting these flowers?" Both teens nodded their heads and sat down in the dirt. After being given some seeds they began to work, commenting each others work every once in a while.

I realize we had that as a blood type, but, we had already decided to get rid of that option. Mutants are really an HP thing, that is more of a X-Men thing. Our apologies for not taking that option out. But we can't sort you with Mutant blood.

[norin]

First Name:
Gerold
Last Name:
Cran
Age:
17
Appearance:
Gerold has dark brown hair which he keeps cut relatively short. His brown eyes look out at the world from their rather elevated position; Gerold stands in at over six feet tall, so he often cuts an imposing figure.
History:
Born on May 29th, Gerold has spent most of his childhood living in his home in london with his parents and two siblings (both brothers, one older and one younger). His parents were of the muggle sort, and it was not until late that he discovered his magical persuasion. Because of his lack of knowlege of the magical world he spent most of his life like any other teenager. Sports made up most of his life, but he was not one to neglect the rest of his studies.
Personality:
Always a rather friendly boy, you will seldom see Gerold without a smile on his face. He will stand up against anyone who would threaten himself or his friends. However, he is often apt to exhibit a strong temper. Gerold doesn't believe in rules, and can often be found breaking them at every opportunity. He does, however, understand the need to pull back and study, on occasion.
Sample RP:
Gerold climbed out of his bed. It was Saturday, a good day for a good game of Quidditch. Stretching, he looked out the window. rain, he thought to himself, Why does there always have to be rain when I want to have fun. Shaking he head he pulled on his cloths.

Picking up his broom he headed down the stairs. "Hey," he said, nodding, as he passed one of his friends in the corridor. This particular friend was probably going to visit the library, or other such boring place. Reaching the entry hall, Gerold pushed open the door and headed out, ready for a good bit of flying in the rain.

This is just too short. You need to elaborate more on your history, it is just to general. You also need to elaborate on your personality. Everything is just not cutting it. Try looking at other sorting applications to help give you better ideas.

[sweetie]

First Name:
Cassandra.

Last Name:
Athena.

Age:
Sixteen.

Appearance:
With dazzling blue eyes, Cassandra stands at 5'"3" in height with long flamboyant blonde hair. Her figure is slim and slender, having added carves in the right places. Her long blonde hair reaches to about her shoulders, causing them to bounce up and down on some occasions, depending on how she's walking.
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History:

Born and raised in Florida, Cassandra has always been well loved and cherished by both her parents. The girl was never spolit, well, perhaps on some occasions but that was mostly if she received an A on a test. Like all children, their had came a time when she became particularly difficult.

On her thirteenth birthday, Cassandra had attempted to run away for times were becoming more and more difficult, such as, money was running out, and both her parents were beginning to hit rock bottom in both of their careers. Cassandra blamed it on herself that this was happening, and so the remedy she thought was best was to run away, which, little did she know, made things a thousand times worse.

After five days, the police found her in an abandoned warehouse, rocking backward and forth. The police presumed it was just a little fright, but it was something much more than that.

As time went on and Cassandra grew older, her parents began to worry, for she wasn't the same girl they raised, and to make it even more worrying for them, Cassandra always spoke of what was going to happen, and each and every time, she was right. The both of them became so far worried after that that they sent her to a doctor, and found out that she had ESP, meaning that she was a physic.

As soon as Cassandra turned sixteen, both her mother and father decided it would be best if she were kept in a mental institution where people could look after her twenty-four seven, and make her better again. Luckily, the letter to Beauxbatons had arrived, saving her and giving her one more chance.

Personality:

Cassandra is outgoing and not afraid to speak out what she thinks and feels. She is bright and intelligent, but also creative and has a wild imagination. This girl has potential is what her father always said.

Their's not a single evil cell in sight in Cassandra, although every has one. A.k.a An angel side, and a devil side. When an idea is in her head, you'll never get it out. Indeed, she is not afraid to take a chance. At times, she can get just a bit cocky and sarcastic, but that's rarely.

Sample RP:

Another chance, a new life.

Cassandra had dreamed of coming to this school; a place were she could actually belong, instead of being shunned out. True, her ability was rather scary; seeing into the future, knowing what's to come whilst everyone else waited in fear. In a way, she felt bad for knowing; mainly because she couldn't tell in case the future shifted. Why did everyone have to wait, and yet she could just see it? It seemed hardly fair at all.

Unlike most subjects, Cassandra couldn't just shrug it off her shoulders. Oh no, this one remained lurking, waiting for the right chance to eat her alive. I can't just keep it to myself. Where's the humanity in this? Their was none, I suppose. Honestly, this ability was hardly humane' at all. Not everyone could see into the future; just her. Her, and her alone.

But wait a minute, the school's title was; Beauxbations Academy of Magic. Magic. Their was bound to be thousands of students with inhumane' abilities swarming around here. For a start, just being a witch or a wizard made you an outcast to the human world. Oh, what was it they call humans here? Oh yes, Muggles. Perhaps Cassandra would fit in nicely in this school, and for once in her life she wouldn't be an outcast.

Already she was loving this school.
Already...

While a little on the short side, not bad at all.

Must be Sournois

[kerrie]

First Name: Dakota
Last Name: Waterstone
Age:16
Appearance:

Dakota has ash blonde hair which will change colour according to her mood. Her eyes are a Blue-Greyish colour. Her skin is the palest white and she often has a glow around her body. Her wand is silver and is made of Rosewood and Veela hair. Her hair is naturally straight but she curls it often and it goes down to her hips.

History: Dakota's mother and grandmother were stars, her father an elf and her granfather a Chamelion, where as her other grandmother a veela. Her wand is made of Rosewood and Veela hair from her grandmother. Dakota lives with her mother and father in a quiet village off the coast of Australia and has travelled for hours to come to Beauxbatons, her father wanted her to go to Hogwarts but her mother wanted her to go to Beauxbatons. She has two pets, a unicorn called Lightening and a pure white cat called Sophia. Lightening has been in her family for decades as her grandmother Yvaine once owned her. All the generations of her family have been in Josalin Cossu's house and are fond of creating and having extroadanary ideas.

Personality: Dakota enjoys doing art and writing poems. She sketches everything that comes into sight. Dakota's Beauxbatons pet is a pure white Cat called Sophia. Her patronus is a fluffy kitten also. She has family traits of being a star and her grandmother was a veela.

She always has great ideas and inspires others. In her spare time you would find her on school grounds sketching or looking for inspiration for her writing, or she may be letting her Patronus wander freely with her and her pet Sophia. When around her you have fun, but in an original way.

Sample RP: Dakota walked through the doors fiddling with her silver dress and silver wand. She smiled at the glossy walls and the massive doors curled into archways. She spared no time and sat down on a stairwell and took out her spell book she had been given by her mum. She was so nervous, she couldn't focus on the book so she slid it back inside her trunk and fiddle around with her wand whispering random spells out.
'Lumos' a spark of light shot from her wand and the tip of it shone a glittery white glow. 'Noss' the spark flickered for a little while before exterminating in mid air, she smiled and felt confident enough to let her Patronus glide along the stairs.
'Expecto Patronum' a bright silver cat flew from Dakota's wand tip and pounced up and down the staircase happily, one foot infront of the other. The Entrance door slid open revealing more students. Dakota lost concentration, the cat gave one last pounce before dissapearing into the wispy cold air. She hauled herself off the stairs and looked down beyond the stair banister to the many witches and wizards who would be sharing her classes and education for many years to come.
She sat down on the silvery stone steps once again and got out her pencil and sketching pad and began to draw the arches of the main entrance and the large groups of people dressed in silver uniforms parading up and down talking.

You need to check your spelling. Your grammar needs work, especially sentence structure. I see a lot of run-on sentences. Type it out, then say it out loud. If it doesn't sound right, something probably needs to be fixed. You seem to focused into getting into Cossu, don't do that. Just write about your character, let it come naturally. Your history doesn't give to much background it seems generic. In your personality, where are the flaws? No one is perfect. In your RP I don't think students would just be waiting by the entrance door at the beginning of term with their trunks. It seems a little odd. Fix this and post it in the term 9 sorting.

[justingrace]

First Name: Justin

Last Name: Grace

Age: 16

Appearance:

History:Justin was born on the twentieth of May in the year nineteen ninety-two. He was born to Alice and Jacob Grace in a small women's hospital just outside Akoroa, New Zealand. Over the next year he lived as any normal baby should. On his first birthday however, his parents went bankrupt. They lost all their money, couldn't afford to take care of him, and were forced to send him to an orphanage on the outside of town.

For the next six years, Justin lived in O'Reily's Home for Boys. O'Reily was a mean and dirty drunk. He didn't care about the boys that lived there at all. The only reason he kept them was for the tax refund. Justin's life was horrible, until his sixth birthday, when it improved slightly. O'Reily had gotten Justin mad one too many times. O'Reily had broken Justin's favorite toy by throwing it across the room. The little bear hit the wall and split at the seams.

Justin saw a lamp across the room and wished it would just hit O'Reily in the head. Well, it did. So over the next year, Justin made O'Reily's life a living hell. He made it his job to take care of the boys since O'Reily, wouldn’t, or couldn’t. He did this by making sure O'Reily left them alone. He would make things happen that would make O'Reily run into his office whenever he messed with one of the boys. All of the Banks Penninsula had heard about the weird things that happened at O'Reily's Home for Boys, and less and less people came to adopt.

One day however, a woman with breath taking beauty walked through the threshold of O'Reily's. She told him that she was looking to adopt. So, like always, O'Reily arranged the boys in a line from youngest to oldest. Being as he had just turned seven, Justin was near the middle. The woman went into O'Reily's office and called the boys in one by one.

Eventually, it was Justin's turn. He walked into the office and found the woman sitting in O’Reily’s chair. After asking him a bunch of questions about his general life, she concluded that he was indeed a wizard. She explained everything right then and there, and then adopted him.

Over the next two years, Selina taught Justin as much as she could without breaking the law, making sure to teach him as much theory of spells as she could cram into his head. It took a long time, and it didn't all stick, but he learned a lot from his knew mother. When he turned eight, Selina started on potions, which Justin was a natural at.

One day, when Justin was in the middle of brewing a cure for a poison Selina gave him a sample of, she got home. She was acting a bit funny. She then proceeded to tell him she was getting married to a man named Jonathan Kephart, a very poor pureblood wizard if Justin remembered correctly. He had met Jonathan once before, at a banquet Selina dragged him along to.

You see, Selina was one of the richer pure-blood families. She was sponsoring a petition to lower wand prices. Jonathan had been one of the people who came in hopes to get one of the free wands they were giving away. Jonathan walked up to Selina and thanked her briefly, and that was the last Justin had heard of him.

Two weeks later, Selina and Jonathan were on their hunny-moon. A week after that, Seth got word from the Ministry that Selina had been murdered and that Jonathan was now his legal guardian. Justin was furious and heart broken. He knew Jonathan had murdered her for her money. Only then did Justin realize, she had been under the Imperius curse. He just didn't have any way to prove it.

Over the next year and a half, Jonathan treated him like dirt. Justin was made to sleep with the house-elves every evening and do their chores along side them. He had become great friends with the house-elves, but he hated Jonathan with a passion.


Personality: Justin's personality, like everyone's, varies with his mood. Most of the time though, Justin is a happy and up-beat person, which makes him great to hang around. Justin is fun, very friendly, and always aims to please. He is one to take care of his friends and help them out when in need. That's why many consider Justin such a good friend. He is a bit over protective when it comes to them, but it can be useful. Justin is either your best friend, or your worst enemy.

When Justin gets angry, you had better evacuate the area. He doesn't get set off easily, but when he does, only one thing can calm him down. Sleep. Lot's and lot's of sleep. The thing that sets him off the most is betrayal. If you betray him or one of his friends, you are on his black list. Justin can be a bit over critical of other people's mistakes sometimes, especially when it comes to music.

He has been in singing since he was five years old. He knows a thing or two on that subject. Justin is also a great piano player. That, combined with his singing, has won him many a talent show. Music is his passion and he plans on pursuing a career in either producing or writing music. Justin is a very patient person, unless it is with stupid people. He has absolutely no patience when people act stupid.

He is a bit of a daredevil. He craves attention in any way, shape, or form. Justin loves the limelight and he will never deny it. When he's sad, everyone knows. He seems to just suck the happiness out of the air, a bit like a dementor, and the world seems to cry with him.

When he's happy however, he is very charismatic, and the world sings in jubilation. Justin's laugh is completely infectious. When he's happy and laughing, you just can't help but be happy with him.

He's a real ladies man. Justin's a man's man too. He flirts with just about everyone, without even realizing its happening. Its real subtle things, like a touch on the shoulder there, an extra giggle or two there, or laughing when it's not remotely funny.



Sample RP: As Justin sat in the stuffy classroom, he wished the incessant chatter of the student around him would just stop. He needed to concentrate at the subject at hand, which was, indeed, his worst. Justin found Arithmancy completely and utterly useless, but it was unfortunately something he had to pass.

His mind however began to wonder slightly when the professor went into another mind-numbing rant about god knows what. Finally, after trying to pay attention without melting his brain, Justin gave up. Quietly, so as not to attract the professor’s attention, Justin retrieved at quill and parchment from the messenger bag beneath his chair.

He seemed to have misplaced his quill however and was forced to search through his pockets. His slid his chair back as slowly as possible. The scrape of the wood against the stone floor was unavoidable however. Finally, he gave up and just pushed it back, warranting a glance from the professor.

He thrust his hand into his pocket and fished around for his quill. He pulled out his ten and a half inch wand and looked at hit. He loved his wand. It was hawthorn wood, which was nothing really special. The thing he loved about it was the rare dual core. It was a perfect blend between veela hair and boomslang venom. The combination made it perfect for the darks arts.

He set his wand on the desk and fished around in his pockets some more. More than once the students around him glanced up form their respective conversations to see what he was doing. After they realized nothing of interest was happening, they quickly renewed their conversations.

Finally, after searching for five minutes, Justin found his quill. Its feathers were ruffled because it was in his pocket. He was actually surprised that it didn't break. He grabbed his wand from in front of him and muttered a spell which made his quill look brand new.

Now came the daunting task of pushing his chair back in. Slowly, and with he help of his wand, he managed to push it in without a look from the professor. He stared down at the blank parchment on the desk. Its yellowing blankness stared back at him, seeming to taunt him.

He soon got to work. For the remainder of the Arithmancy lesson, all two hours of it considering it was a double class, he poured his heart and soul into his next song. When he teacher dismissed the students however, Justin was only half done. I'll finish it in my next class, he quickly told himself.

Must be Cossu.

[cecily]

{ooc: take two from the account "auralie"...i accidentally hit delete account...so i had to start over..glee}

First Name: Cecily
Last Name: Lisle
Age: 16
Appearance:

History: Cecily Lisle was born on June 18, 1991 to Rosalie and Jacques Lisle, a truly magical duo, and not only in their talents. From a young age they instilled in Cecily a love for nature and the arts. Her home was part of no city or village, but it was not entirely on its own. It was located somewhere in the southern part of France, near Carcassonne. Until the age of twelve, she lived in a Quixotic little world where nothing could harm her or her loved ones. But one night, her storybook childhood was shattered in one fell swoop.

Cecily was asleep, though not soundly. For weeks she had been having a reoccuring nightmare of a mirror. This mirror was beautiful and lovely and whenever she looked in it, everything was good. But while she sat staring, a shadow figure formed behind her and she dropped the mirror. Shards flew in every direction, lodging their sharp edges in her skin. It was around that moment that she invariably woke up, never knowing who the figure was. This particular night, she saw a face in the figure, a she woke up crying and shrieking. She ran into her parents room and crawled into bed with them, but they did not stir. She turned on a light, and let loose a hell-freezing scream. Her beloved parents were lying, eyes wide open, spread-eagled on the bed. A thin stream of blood ran from her father's ear. She lept out of the bed and backed into a wall. Her impact shook the mirror from the wall and it fell to the floor collapsing and tiny bits of glass imbedded themselves into her bare legs. She ran to the other wall and turned back just in time to see a face in the window...the same face from her dream. Cecily fainted and woke the next day in an school for girls...a.k.a: Hell. And there she stayed until she received that fateful letter from heaven on earth- Beauxbatons.

Personality: Cecily has a rather enchanting aura about her. She is the quiet sort of girl, and that often leads to her own discontent. Though she would love to be the outgoing, bold sort of girl that everyone seems to love, she feels like she doesn't have what it takes. She is slow to let others into her life, but those she chooses, she trusts them with her entire being. She loves to paint and constantly carries around her sketchbook. She can often be seen on a tree limb, just watching others around her. She adores reading and writing as well. She attempts poetry, but her success thus far has been limited. Cecily wants nothing in the world more than to be loved by the prince from the faerie tales she reads so often. Flowers are another one of her passions. She excels in Herbology and enjoys using charms to make flowers bloom as she walks by. Cecily can often be described as a loner by others, but she sees her time alone as time for cultivating her mind and imagination. She is a fountain of useless, but fascinating, information. She is rather inattentive in class, daydreaming about a storybook romance, or sometimes about her parents. The memory of her parents is still a sore spot in her heart, but she loves to recall the days of her childhood.

Sample RP: The breeze wrapped Cecily's long cream-colored skirts around her pale legs. From her perch in the gnarled oak tree in the court yard of Beauxbatons, she watched students group together in small cliques giggling and gossipping about tonight's dance. No one had asked her to go with them. Indeed, no one at all had even asked if she planned on going. She didn't, but it would've been nice to have someone feign some interest. She leaned her head against the trunk and closed her eyes. Some time later, she heard someone grip the bark and pull themselves up with a low grunt. She opened one eye to see a boy with rather long curly brown hair and bewitching green eyes staring at her. Cecily picked her head up and stared back. For an eternity it was silent. Not knowing how to react to him, she turned her body so she was facing him and swung her left leg over the branch to straddle it, giving him her undivided attention. But he did nothing but stare. His eyes were hypnotizing. The longer she looked, the more color seemed to be in them. Not just the hunter green she saw at first, but there was the green of a new leaf, a speck of mud brown in his right eye, and almost a teal color streaking through. He seemed completely at ease to just be taking her in, but she wasn't. She moved her left leg back over the branch, and pushed herself off. She landed and stumbled a bit, she forgot to bend her knees. So much for a dramatic exit. Determined not to blush, she straightened her back and strode off towards the castle. Suddenly he called out her name. How her knew it was beyond her. She heard him jump off the branch and run after her. She slowed and he was beside her in an instant. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him. "The dance tonight. Don't make any other plans, show up at 8, I'll be there." And then he was gone.
Cecily opened her eyes when she heard the bell ringing for class. Just a dream, she thought. She climbed down from her perch in the couryard oak. She turned to the castle but blocking her path was a boy. A boy with startling green eyes.


You have some spelling errors, so check that before posting.

Must be Rouerie.

[musicbaby]

First Name:
Taylor

Last Name:
Hayden

Age:
16

Appearance:


History:
Taylor always sort of was out of the crowd. When she was only four years old her mother died from the killing curse and her father has never really been around. She has an older brother that is eighteen and he was always the one that watched over her. She always loved to make trouble. She loved to make adventure and she could make anyone laugh. Basically she is just a fun girl to be around and always has been. One thing most people didn't know though, was that her father had beaten her whenever he was home.

Personality:
Taylor is very fun-loving. She normally goes with the flow and won't try to get into people's way. She stands up for what she thinks is right though and she hates it when people make-fun of her friends or family. She is a very creative girl too, she can make the weirdest things out of something so little and she has major ideas. She loves to be around her friends and just has fun with life.

Sample RP:
*bang*Taylor woke up with a huge jump and smashed her head on the wall. She could feel a few drops of hot run down her cheek and she knew it was blood. She had woken up from another punishment from her father. As she got up she looked in the smashed in mirror and she saw the blood running down her face. She knew she didn't deserve this but she didn't dare speak a word from her lips as she looked around and out the window to see her fathers car gone.

She was alone..

She ran the cold water onto a soft rag and put it to her forehead. As she went into the kitchen she sat down on the cupboard. She then wished with all her heart that her father wouldn't be home until a week later when his plain would get back. She didn't like him, infact, she hated him.

While we usually don't have a problem with short RPs, yours is just to short. You don't talk about your character's flaws either. With the things your character has gone through, there must be something. Also, has your character ever gone to someone to talk to about her problems? I think you can do better than this. Fix this and then post it in the term 9 sorting.