Sorting (Term Eight)

[calcifer l'armour ♥]

Name;;
Camren Bailey DuVont

Look;;
Looks more like his mom then anything.

Personality;;
Camren, much to his father's dismay, is growing up to be more and more like his half sister each day. He's hyper and fun, and loves to pull pranks and have a good time. Unlike his sister, he can be sarcastic, and is well more witty then she. He has a tendency to say things with thinking, and will often get himself into loads of trouble with out meaning to. He's never quiet; often time's people actually have to tell him to shut his mouth before he does it.
Cam has loved his older sister ever since she and him first met, granted he was a young child but it was his sister, and because of this love he has used her as a role model to live his life by. So has picked up on some of bad traits too.
He's forget, even more so then Marlie sometimes. He has a bad habit of flirting with girls, and guys, with out ever meaning to do so. And he can be a heartbreaker.
He's creative, but he plays the guitar and sings. Unlike his sister who does more art.

History;;
Cam's history is an odd one.
After his father left his first family he ran back to his home in England. Where he very quickly met the very beautiful Stephanie Austin, he fell in love with this woman and they were married and on June 12th they had a beautiful bouncing baby boy named Camren. However, Cam's mom became ill with the muggle disease called cancer. Camren's father left his son with his parents at the early age of six, who gladly accepted the child into their home as if he was their own.
Of course they felt terrible that he had to grow up knowing nothing of his half sister, when Cameron was about seven his grandparents introduced him to the girl he would soon hold dearer to him then his own mother. Cameron saw his sister once every month, and every month he became more and more like her. The more rebellious she became the more he became, the more outspoken she became the more he did, the more… well, you get the point.
When Cam turned twelve his father returned home he discovered his son had been not only spending time with his half sister, be aspiring to be like her! He pushed his son to be more like himself, restraining his son from everything. When Marlyn received her acceptance letter to Beauxbaton Cam was crushed to see his sister go. When only a short year later he too received his!

RP;;
Camren was sitting at his desk reading another comic book, life had become so incredibly dull since Marlyn had left and school had never been anything of importance to him. So there he was bored sitting at his rather large oak wood desk flipping through a comic day dreaming about going to Beauxbaton himself when suddenly, "OW!" Camren jumped up from his seat holding his right eye his left eye searching for what ever had hit it.

He gave a quick glance at his desk, and that's when he saw it a plain letter with his address printed neatly on the cover. He gave his eye a quick rub a blinked at the letter rapidly. Mostly because his eye was still hurting, but also because he didn't know if this letter was real or not, was he day dreaming again?

Camren picked up the rather large envelope and tore it open quickly he unfolded the letter and suddenly his dreams were coming true. It was his acceptance letter to Beauxbaton!
Camren practically screamed as he ran down the stairs straight to his grandmother. "Grandmum! I got my letter!!" He exclaimed and waved the letter in her face, making it impossible for the poor old woman to read. "Camren, hold it still so I may read it."

Camren nodded and with all the strength he had in his body he forced himself to stay still, "Oh dear, I'm so proud of you. But your father my not be as pleased. He wanted you to move back to England with him, and go to Hogwarts." Camren's face scrunched up as if he had smelled something horrible. "Why should that matter to me? I'm going to school with Marlyn and I don't his permission." And with that Camren stormed upstairs to ready his things. Tomorrow he'd be leaving his problems behind and finally going to Beauxbaton.

Must be Sournois

[emmanemma95]

First Name: Gemma
Last Name: Cross
Age: 14
Appearance:
History: Gemma has had a good life, having two older siblings. A brother named Dean and a sister named Nina, they moved from Italy to France when Gemma was one. She and her family went to the Quidditch World Cup when it was Bulgaria vs. the Irish, and the campsite they were staying at was attacked by Death Eaters. Gemma's been afraid of them ever since. Gemma and her friend Cari Spie have been friends all their lives almost, growing up together when Gemma's family moved here. Gemma has had a normal childhood, growing up in a house of magic.
Personality: Gemma is a shy, smart, fun-loving girl. She loves to hang out with her friends and her passion is reading. She loves school A LOT. Gemma is a very loyal and kind friend, they can always turn to her when in need of advice. She's very quiet and kind around new people, but outgoing around her friends.
Sample RP: Gemma was in the common room, gazing out the window at the beautiful, clear, full-moon night. She could hear a werewolf in the distance, and wondered. Gemma was very interested in magical beings and creatures. She looked down at her book, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them that her aunt in Britain sent her. She read about werewolves, and was interested. Gemma let out a long yawn. "It has to be around midnight," she said to herself. She laid back in her chair, and heard a loud crash behind her.
Gemma spun around, and found about twenty books pushed off the bookshelves. "I thought I was the only one in here..." she thought to herself. Gemma shivered, and decided to go to bed. She started up the dormitory stairs, but heard another loud crash. One of the photo frames was knocked off of the wall, and the knight in it was screaming.
"Did you see that man?" the knight shouted, angry. "What man?" Gemma asked, really getting anxious now. "That man, in the black," the kinght said, "I don't know where he went.." Gemma ran out of the common room and went to get the Head of House. She stopped to catch her breath and heard a voice behind her. "Hello, young lady.."

Must be Rouerie

[violettabulstrode]

First Name: Violetta

Last Name: Moon

Age: 13 years old, born on Dec. 15

Appearance: Violetta is a medium sized girl with long, wavy dark brown hair. Her hair is usually worn down in a side part, or up in a knot bun. She has long eyelashes and vibrant green eyes which give off a piercing effect. Violetta is known to usually wear sweaters and jeans, almost always quite casual. She never really wears makeup, unless it's required.

History: Violetta grew up in her families estate near Brighton, England. She has a strong british accent because of living there. Her childhood was relatively good, and her parents were kind enough.
She was the child of Avery Moon and Coriander Wood, both coming from pureblood families. Violetta's mother was a good mother, and loved her child very much. This is why Violetta may have been a bit spoiled.
When she was nine, her mother and father decided to move to France to escape death eaters, and this is how Violetta came to Beauxbaton's. Sadly, just a few weeks into their move to France, Via's father was murdered by a lesser-known death eater. This caused the young girl to grow a strong hatred of the dark arts. She now tends to not trust people untill getting to know them very well.
Violetta's family was rich, but didn't spend too much money on glitz and glamour. Mrs. Moon nicknamed Violetta, 'Via', so that it was easier to say her name.

Personality: Violetta is very artistic, lovable, and dramatic. However, she can often be over-confident and a bit of a smart-alec too. She loves to have fun, and often acts childish and peppy. Via acts a bit immature sometimes, but is usually a good friend. She has good manners, but often questions the truth and argues about almost anything. Her favorite hobby is sketching scenes from her garden, and she loves to dance. Even though it may not seem like it, Via is often drawn to flights of fancy and can often act without thinking.

Sample RP: Violetta Moon stood gazing fixedly at her teacher, a bit nervous. He had caught her sketching a unicorn during class and seemed very furious, for which Via did not know why. "Oh, come on! Who expects me to pay attention to some boring lesson on magical trade and commerce, anyway?" she thought daringly. The professor walked around to the front of her desk, a frown etched in his face, "Miss Moon, what are you doing?!" The professor said with forced calmness. "Y-yes, I was just sketching, a drawing, um..." Via muttered looking down at her sketchbook, embarrassed. The professor walked over to Via's desk, tore the page from the book, and shredded it with his wand in seconds. Then the bell rang, meaning that that certain class had finished. "I'm really quite sorry, really I am, really! I just-" Violetta broke off her plea as her teacher interrupted. He said rather harshly, "Yes, I get the point. You seem to take more care in drawing than listening! 'Owever, I cannot deny that you get very good marks on all of the tests, but please, get on to your next class!" The professor waved Via away without another word, sending her down the hall rather pleased with herself.



Must be Cossu

[soccerplaya1799]

First Name: William
Last Name: Watson
Age: 15
Appearance:

History: When Will was born he was born into a pureblood family with an older sister named Hannah. Both parents went to Beauxbatons and were sorted into Sournois. And since they did they forced the Dark Arts to their children. When Will was able to understand what people were saying, his parents told him that purebloods were better. Will didn't go to a muggle school because his parents taught him instead of making him make friends with muggles. When his sister went to Beauxbatons Will got jealous and whinned that he wanted to go but of course his parent said no. He found out one day when his parents got a letter that her sister was sorted into Sournois also. His parents were delighted.

Summer came and his sister came back. It was a peacful summer but his parents were fighting a lot. It was hell at his house and he hardly got any sleep. By the middle of summer his parents got divorced and they went to go live with his mom. He was 10 at the time and was angry with his parents. Then it was his turned to go to Beauxbatons and couldn't wait to get away from his parents.

Personality: Will was raised to believe that purebloods were the best so he likes to brag that he is the purest blood there is. He tends to strut a lot too. He loves Quidditch, being lazy, and girls. Every time he gets a girlfriend he doesn't keep her for a very long time because she's not the right one or wants a different girl. He likes to have fun and doesn't go by the rules.

But he can have a soft side too. But this side is rarley shown because he doesn't want to ruin his ego. Only his sister has seen this side and he tends to keep it that way. When he is on his soft side he is nice, helpful, and everything else opposite of what he usually is.

Sample RP: Will was sitting in the tallest tree at his dad's house. He sat near the top and was gazing at the sunset. He was thinking of random things and he came across school. He couldn't wait to get away from this hell hole and back at Beauxbatons. Then he thought of his parents. It's not fair that he got horrible parents and most people got great parents! Then he thought, Maybe I should go to one of my friends house sometime during break. Yeah..that sounds good. He climbed down from the tree and went to bed.

He suddenly awoke from he dreamless sleep and saw his sister walking past his room. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked smirking. Hannah jumped and glared at Will but came into his room. "If you really must know I'm going on a date." She said looking at herself in the mirror. Will thought his sister was actually very beautiful. Her blonde hair was thick with soft curls that cascaded down her shoulders and had sapphire eyes. And her figure was great. If she wasn't his sister he would have gone out with her.

"How do I look?" She asked him. Her jean mini skirt had the ripped look and she had a pink tank top on that was tight and showed some of her stomach. "You looks great." He said and then went back to bed.

Must be Sournois

[milkydrop]

First Name: Stephanie

Last Name: Griffith

Age: 13

Appearance:
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History: Stephanie was the kind of person that cared too much about how others felt. As her parents died at her birth and she was an only child, therefore, immediantely whisked off to a Muggle orphanage; (her mother was fairy, her father, a man pure of blood.) Raised there, she tried to make friends but everyone took advantage of her kindness. After doing cleaning duties countless times - cleaning the toilet with her toothbrush since the others had asked her to, she finally found out what they were up to. Now, she still has that tinge of kindness, though, most of the time, she retreats to her room with a book.

At age thirteen, she was booted out of the orphanage since some babies arrived on the doorstep and she was the oldest one there. That was the moment Stephanie got her letter from Beauxbatons. Then, everything changed for her. She, for once, smiled.

Always seeming to the others as the goody-two-shoes, past her shy shell of a body is personality, waiting for the right moment to come and burst out. Until then, she'll always be reading that book of hers.

Personality: She's shy and like a house with windows shut and bolted. She's generous but after her incidents, she prefers to retreat away. Deep inside her, there's a need for revenge but all the shyness traps her need. Sometimes, Stephanie seems to have an emotional breakdown going to states that she doesn't know what to do with. All in all, she's generally a pretty great person to be around. More often than not, though, she likes having her own time to herself, relaxing with a book or daydreaming.

Sample RP: Ugh. Stephanie tasted the mildew in her toothbrush. And toilet water. Despite her efforts to douse the taste with mountains of toothpaste and a bathtub full of water, she still could lick the strong, putrid flavour. Spitting the foam in her mouth, she decided that brushing was out of the question for today. Heaving a sigh, the girl went back to her bedroom. A letter came in today, addressed to her and she hid it under her pillow for whenever mail came in, you could be sure it would become food for the fire by the next day. She needed her privacy anyway.

Stephanie’s jaw dropped open. Magic. Magic, magic, magic. The syllables rolled over her tongue as the thought of it took her. She was going to learn Magic. But what if it was a prank made by one of her so-called friends? No, it seemed too real. Stephanie seemed so sure of herself. Really? She was going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Anyway, she was just about to find out. “Beauxbatons, here I come.”

Must be Rouerie

[keira]

First Name:
Sapphire
Last Name:
Kasper
Age:
16
Appearance:


History:
Sapphire was moved around alot in her life then she ran away form home to get away form moving around. she moved in with her older sister and her sister is glad she did because she was getting lonely so she lived there Intel she was invited to come here so her older sister lets her go to school and she stays home cleaning the house for the next time she comes home.but now at Beauxbatons she has a good life and lots of friends and she loves it here.now that shes not moving every where she has a better life.

Personality:
Sapphire is nice she loves to be around people she not shy she likes to hang out with her friends and has a huge love for animals she she also likes to sketch things like animals and her Friends and stuff like that she is a nice person to hang out with and she hopes that people will like her for who she is. she doesn't care if people don't like her she just ignores it if there rude to her she doesn't care if they make fun of her she'll just ignore that and she will try her best in school and try to pass it.she is very clumsy and falls alot but it doesn't stop her from having fun.but when she done having fun she studies for test even though there is any she wants to be ready for it.she likes to be alion to and just do her own things like sketch or sing or something. she alos loves to sing and dance and make songs up on her own she rights them down in a little note book and then trys to find a note on her guita or piano.

she loves to cook and hang out with her sister and play games and go swimming. she loves to go horse back riding and hang out with her dog thats at home and her kittens to.sometimes when she is swimming her puppy jumps in the water at home.she alose likes to sleep over at friends house but most of the time shes at home with her sister and they have alot of fun togather there really really close they never fight at all .


Sample RP:
Sapphire had been walking to the Great hall. She was running late for lunch because she had to Finish DADA class home work. She was on the 5th floor when she stopped to look out the windows. It was very warm as it was nearing Summer time. She watched as the Black and Brown Birds flew by and played with one another. She looked at her watch and begin walking again. She was walk fast just she was about to turn the Corner she ran into the wall and then she turned around and walked to the class again she began to walk faster to class then she walked in it and sat down.she listing to the professor talk and then we had to read so she got her book out and opened it to the page and began to read.

Later that day she was outside under the tree it is a nice day to be outside. she pushed her bag over to her and got out her sketch and ink bottle and quill book and began to sketch the tree that had some brides on it first she sketched the tree then a blue bird that had some black on its head then a yellow bird that was small and then she sketched a red bird and finished the sketch and put the book down to dry.she laid down and looked at the clouds.


Could you change her first name, since you're using Keira Knightley. Also, could you give more flaws in the personality? You're on the borderline of Mary Sueing. You also need to work on your RP.

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is that better?? i fixed it up[/glow]

I'll sort you, but please be aware that your RP still needs word. You start your sentences with 'she' way too many times. I would suggest looking here for help also.

Must be Cossu

[bertranddevries]

this isn't nearly as good as my others, but i plan to go back and flush him out more. i just wanted to have his basis and formulate him through rping this time. <3 eric


First Name:
Bertrand

Last Name:
de Vries

Age:
Sixteen

Appearance:


History:
Juliet James had come from a poor, wizarding family—in fact, the only thing the family could boast of was a healthy lineage of witches and wizards. Her career at Beauxbatons had been directed towards the auror profession. The young beauty had nothing else on her mind other than being the best and creating a world that would make everything better for her and whatever family was to come. Juliet’s idealistic views, however, deteriorated when she met the hypnotizing demon Sebastian de Vries. To her family, it was like their daughter was no longer the same person. She had given up everything she worked for to run off with this man—which she did, merely three months after meeting him.

Sebastian was a handsome man who could charm any woman with the merest hint of a smile, and when he met the pretty Juliet James, he couldn’t resist putting her under his spell. He, however, was not in love with her. He wanted to keep her—own her like a pet, so to speak—and loathed the idea of someone else having her. Sebastian was a possessive man and could grow jealous easily. His temper could be evoked with the slightest foot out of bounds. Juliet was a direct opposite of him (at least, she had been when they’d first met). She had been a strong, willful woman—someone to never let an obstacle get in her way. It was what had drawn him to her in the first place, this fierce life within her.

Their romance was surrounded by a whirlwind of lights and excitement. Sebastian was like a drug to Juliet—wherever he went, she had to follow. No one was shocked when they learned of Juliet’s pregnancy, not after seeing the closeness the two had shared for several months. By this time, Juliet was beginning to lose her luster. The fire that had sparked a flame inside Sebastian was slowly dying, and his interest began to waver. Rather than be her own woman, Juliet had succumbed to being whatever Sebastian would want—which was NOT what he wanted. The more she tried, the further away he moved. Indeed, Sebastian only stayed for one reason: his son. His heir was within her, and so he waited.

When Juliet gave birth, she got the shock of her life: there wasn’t one child, but two! The boy had come out first into the willing arms of Sebastian de Vries, who turned from his lover and left the room with the child bundled in clean blankets. Never once did he stop to turn around when Juliet’s cries began over again; he merely continued on his way and disappeared into the night with the baby he wanted—Bertrand. Seconds later, it was all over. A second baby, this one a girl, went into her aunt’s arms. Unfortunately, Juliet only lived long enough to see the smiling little girl before she passed on from the complications involving her childrens’ birth.

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Sebastian began to raise Bertrand to be a reflection of himself: a cold, calculating man who used his charm to get his way. Bertrand was barely four when his father was murdered by a rival, and he was traded into the hands of an acquaintance willing to take him in as their own. He went from a precise environment to one of nurturing. The man who Bertrand now knows as “dad” was named Benjamin Ravensdale—he was a man from a middle-class wizarding family who had married a hefty squib, Darlene (or, to the boy, she was his mum). The two had three other children, all too old to relate to the new addition to the family. But still, the home never lacked in its love for Bertrand.

He grew up with a sense of morals—he became the ‘boy next door’, rather than the menace with a pretty smile. Bertrand was well-liked amongst the other children in his neighborhood, and never lacked for companionship. There is only one reminder for the boy that proves Benjamin and Darlene aren’t his real parents: his demonic blood. Only once in his life had Bertrand experienced this awful power for himself—he had lost control of himself, of his emotions, over a girl when he was fourteen. At the time, he had believed himself in love and thought the girl reciprocated his feelings. However, it had all just been a cruel joke at his expense. Bertrand's immediate response was white-hot anger and a sense of uncontrol. His skin had darkened into a blush of red and a wide expanse of wings had erupted from his back. When his fingers felt the fangs protruding from his once average row of teeth, Bertrand was able to regain his senses. He had not only scared her that day, but himself. Bertrand saw himself as a monster, and vowed never to lose control again.


Personality:
Bertrand has, unbeknownst to him, taken on much of his father’s behavior. The man was known to everyone as a nice, amiable fellow that had some sort of power lurking beneath him—Bertrand has the same quality. Not only is he very personable with that knack to befriend anyone, but he is mannered as well. He was brought up to treat everyone with respect and to behave like a gentleman; he has known nothing other than smiles and handshakes. Bertrand is the fellow you would want by your side in times of need, for he would accomplish much just to help you out. He is also not the type to hate his enemies—instead, he treats them no differently than he would a caring friend. Their animosity towards him is always overlooked and never held against them.

Bertrand is a very intelligent soul as well. He is talented in more ways than the mind, however. His passion is for words and, though he has not shared this with many, singing. He found at a young age he was able to write music and he has been learning to play the guitar now for three years. Bertrand has grown proficient at it, but still has much to learn about how to compose music. He keeps this poetic tendency to himself mostly, though not for fear others would make fun of him. Rather, it is something he finds personal and not what everyone needs to know about him. Bertrand considers it a hobby of his and nothing serious—it cheers him up.

There is another side to this charming, literature-lover. Lurking beneath his exterior is the daring, uncontrollable sensations that his father’s blood had instilled within him. No one has ever seen Bertrand with a temper—indeed, the boy is nothing but mild-mannered with the occasional touch of annoyance. This is not an accident. Bertrand has managed to bottle his anger and hatred deep within him and refuses to let it loose again. He is afraid of what he can accomplish with the danger inside of him and is careful to trek around those that might trigger the bomb inside himself. Only one person has ever managed to make him lose control, and thankfully, it has not happened since. Bertrand plans to keep it that way.


Sample RP:
Bertrand shoved the black-rimmed plastic glasses up his nose and squinted down at his writing, wondering how he was supposed to get inspiration to finish the last chorus of his song. It was about a girl—one he had never met—and she was his “dream” girl. What he had down on the paper would never exist of course; he was just farting around with words. Still, he wouldn’t mind a pretty little red-head about five foot three with slender ankles walking his way.

Grinning to himself, Bertrand shook his head and scratched lightly at the dark curls on the base of his neck. And here his friends thought he might be gay. He wasn’t—Bertrand noticed a lot of the girls at Beauxbatons. They were all beautiful, intelligent, and unique in their own rights… But honestly… He wasn’t looking for something like that. If anything, he wanted a girl that was blissfully normal. Perhaps one that was so plain and overlooked; like a gem among diamonds.

Shifting, Bertrand finally closed his journal and set it aside for now. He wasn’t going to get anything done with his hormones raging like this. What he needed was food—food could always calm him down. It was his dad’s fault that he was so mushy and romantic… Well, his ma’s too, he supposed. They were always flaunting their love for each other in front of him and Bertrand knew his mom was no real beauty, even though his dad was once considered a handsome catch. Growing up with that environment made appearances unimportant: Bertrand wanted someone special.

Good application. But what are his powers as far as his demonic blood goes? What did he do to the girl?

Must be Rouerie

[sweettarts]

First Name:
Chloe
Last Name:
Adley
Age:
15
Appearance:

History:
Chloe was born in London, England on March 23, 1992 to James and Sarabeth Adley.

The house that she lived in, however, was in a small town on the coast of England and it wasn’t very big, but it was somewhat suitable for the time being. Her childhood went well with only the little things like the occasional broken toy or messy room. To her knowledge, she was an only child and often played with the neighborhood children or her cousins when they were over.

It wasn’t until she was about ten years old that she had even heard the word “magic” and it pertaining to her family. Her father was a halfblood himself, his mother being a muggle and his father a pureblood and Chloe’s mother was a mere muggleborn herself.

She then spent all of her time begging to see all the wonderful things that came along with magic and her father was more then happy to finally be able to show his daughter what he truly was. By the time she was eleven, she was able to recite the correct spells and right wand movements, using a toy wand, that any simple first year would learn in Charms or DADA.

One day when she was a home, a strange owl came to the kitchen during breakfast and as her father opened it for his daughter, he smiled and gave Chloe the letter that stated she had been accepted to go to one of the best schools in all of Europe; Beauxbatons. Over thrilled with this news, she started dancing around and just a few short weeks later, was on her way to start learning magic for real, with her own wand and everything.

Personality:
As a child, Chloe was slightly shy and never wanted to do anything with other people, since she didn’t have anyone to really hang out with, since no siblings existed. But, as she got older and started hanging out with the older kids around where she lived, she became more and more outgoing.

As she became a teenager, she began to become a bit spoiled due to the fact that she was the only child and that she was a bit of a daddy’s girl if she really wanted something. She would never make fun of people, she thought that was completely and totally wrong, but she couldn’t help but laugh a few times if it was slightly funny, but she would apologize immediately after.

Going to more schoolish things, she was an average student, but was able to catch onto new things a bit quicker then others, and that had labeled her as a nerd when she was younger, but she could care less really. She loved who she was. She knew she had flaws, but she was perfect anyway… in her own mind of course.

Sample RP:

What to do… what to do… Chloe thought to herself as she stared out onto the large lake before her. She had been avoiding homework for the past few hours, but there was nothing to do anymore. She sat back and looked up to the light blue sky, swirls of colors mixing in with the blue colors; the sun would be setting soon and she shrugged, deciding to just sit there until it happened.

Bringing her hands to her face, she rubbed her right eye with the palm of the hand of the same side of her body and winced as she could still feel the bottom of her eye was bruised from when she was playing catch with a few of her muggle friends and the ball had hit her in the eye. Her hand went back to her side as she lifted herself back up, her hands supporting her as Chloe just sat there.

A soft breeze rushed past her and she shivered lightly, her light pink hoodie not doing much with just a simple dark green cami underneath, but she sat there. She loved watching sunsets and was hardly ever non-busy when it started to happen, she would sit there until the sky was dark, then she would head back to the school and go to eat something at dinner, then off to her room to start homework. She was such a nerd sometimes.


Must be Rouerie

[donatellotheninja]

i actually hope to develop his character a bit more, as with nyree. yeah, nyreeface is back. (: this is just a backdrop for this character, so hopefully i'll be able to edit it at a later time and whatever. for reference and all. =)

believe me, it would be longer, but i had to shorten it due to me not finishing with homework. & i hope you didn't mind me adding some stuff into his sorting, it helps me to better figure out how my character should act and whatnot.

First Name: Donatello
Last Name: O'Callaghan
Age: 16
Appearance:


Abilities: Donatello likes to work his magic, a lot. He loves fire magic, so you'll usually always see him burning bark off a tree or even a dormitory and the dorm ends up being unscatched. He has not fully mastered fire magic, so it's tough sometimes, especially when he ends up burning down a whole entire forest.

Skills: He appreciates painting and writing. It keeps him calm when he's feeling reckless, but knows that he won't be able to achieve whatever he's planning on doing.

Weapons/Accessories: He carries around a box of matches and a bag of marshmallows around with him at all times. He just really likes marshmallows.

Weaknesses: He cannot handle other aspects of magic that well, especially dark, it works for only so long before it fails on him and he has to find another way to finish off his battles or whatever he's doing at the moment. He has asthma, so running does not work for him, so whenever he's fighting he's always behind something making him look more like a coward than a fighter.

History: He's of Italian-Irish origin. His mother is Italian and his father is Irish. He has a younger sister, named Francesca who's a bigger trouble maker than he is, so he's always trying to top her, but he knows he is, because everyone always screams the loudest when his trouble comes 'round. He travels around a lot with his parents, so they never really live in just one place for a long amount of time. His father is First Lieutenant in the army, so they constantly move around. He's been around the world, but that didn't mean that he didn't stay at Durmstrang and/or Hogwarts, depending on the region in which he was in, for school.

Personality: Donatello is a trouble maker. He likes to plant little bombs around school and blow up a corridor and even sometimes, "blow" up some poltergeist that might be passing through if he's lucky. But! Because he's a trouble maker people perceive him as a person who is boisterous and every where at once, but that's quite the contrary. He's really calm and reserved, which makes it hard to tell if he has actually done a deed. Donatello typically does not care about the crew he rolls with. If they smoke though, he won't just because they're doing it. He likes his lungs a lot, actually. He loves to make people laugh, giggle, fall off their chair and Elvis. Not in that way of course.

Sample RP:
Don stood up after awhile and saw a boy laughing at the centipede. The centipede was smaller than it was before. Weird. He thought the boy was weird, too. Laughing at a stupid centipede.

Nut.

He gave a nod in return. "Man, people are stiff around here", he mumbled. He coughed and smiled. "Hi!" He went into a fake sort of cheery mood, but it passed off fairly well. "Yeah, I am. Nothing new about me being new, though. I'll be in and out of here before you remember who I am," He said picking off a spore on his shoulder.

The boy had such strong features. Chin, nose. Even the hair. All perfect and crap, it was already annoying. "My name's Donatello. Yours?"

Must be Sournois

[shanereynolds143]

First Name: Shane
Last Name: Reynolds
Age: Fifteen
Appearance:



History:

Shane comes from a mid-class family of four from Yorkshire, England; Shane being the youngest of her two older sisters, Diana and Anna. The three girls lived only with their father, who has been supporting them since their mother left when Shane was about two-years-old. It was very easy for her to cope with since she hadn't remembered anything about her mother and no one bothered to speak about it. It was easier to not say anything and continue with life.

Shane hated to be around her girly-girl sisters. Whenever her father would go out, Shane would insist he take her with and he did most of the time. The world outside of their home was always so new and exciting to Shane no matter how many times she visited the same place. There was always something she could find different about, see it in a way it wasn't meant to be looked at. Her mind just worked like that... turning stuff into other stuff. Her father saw it as a gift and it did turn into one later on.

When Shane started primary school her teacher, Ms. Doubek, examined Shane as she worked and when she played on the field with the other children. She kept her eye on her especially during Arts & Crafts; Ms. Doubek noticed Shane's talent. Shane's work would reflect bright colors all splattered together and to must people it looked like nothing at all, but when Shane explained it people seemed to get the idea. Now Shane isn't a Pacciso, but to her father it seemed like it and Shane embarrassed her art work; it was something very important to her.

Since Shane had gotten so much attention from everyone since she had started painting, Diana and Anna came up with a plan; a very cruel plan. It was Shane's second year in secondary school and her elective course was of course Art; Shane usually kept all her creations in her trunk at the end of her bed. One night, Diana and Anna managed to pick the lock to her bedroom and tip toed across the wooden planks. When Shane awoke the next morning, her eyes grew wide once she noticed the trunk wasn't there. If only she were a light sleeper she could've heard the girls hauling her trunk out of the room and the front door creaking open. When Shane ran downstairs to tell her father it'd gone missing, Diana and Anna's giggles filled the empty spaces in the house. Shane hadn't really trusted her sisters before, but she was for sure never going to trust them with anything again.

You couldn't imagine how happy she was to get her acceptance letter for Beauxbatons; she didn't see why she had however. But it was a way to get away from her bloody sisters. Shane packed up her things that night and was on the train two days later. Say good-bye to the old Shane.

Personality:

Shane has a really bubbly personality, laid back most of the time. She likes other people to take the reins and then she'll just enjoy the ride. Shane will lead things when it's something she knows she can handle. Yeah, she looses control of things quickly... doesn't work under pressure very well.

Whenever someone needs to lean on someone, Shane is always there. Most of her muggle friends tell her she's someone who they can depend on which makes Shane feel good about herself... to help someone in need of a friend. Shane's a really easy person to talk to as well. Don't think she won't talk to you if you're new, she's just a little distant from other people.

Shane is also very smart and creative; she sees things in different ways. Usually she expresses herself through her drawings and sculptures (she really does that), sometimes through writing down things. Shane doesn't like to bottle things inside of her; it really throws her off.

Like most people, Shane isn't perfect at all. She's awfully forgetful and clumsy... tripping over her feet all the time. It's not the really important stuff she forgets about, just the semi-important necessities like homework assignments and where she put her phone. 85% of the time she'll remember and that's on a good day XD

Sample RP:

Shane groaned as she threw herself onto her bed. Her last day at St. Lurix Private School was finished... finally. There was so much stuff going on at the moment, having to learn more mathematics would just about kill her brain. She couldn't see how Diana and Anna got through the day in one piece... no one really liked them that much besides there best friends, Dannie and Isabella. No one really liked them either though. "Hmm..." Shane thought to herself and rolled onto her side, resting her head on her hands. Her mind thought back to later that day, early in the morning. The least expected thing had happened to her; she didn't even know how it happened. Letting out a deep breath Shane closed her eyes.

"Why does she have something and we don't?" Anna screamed at her father and the clanking of Diana's boots stomping down the stairs meant she was furious too. "What's Shane got?" She asked with flame burning in the pupil of her eyes. Anna snatched the letter from her father's chubby fingers before he could put in his coat to save for later. "She gets a letter!" Anna screeched while holding it up to Diana's face. Diana gave a dirty look Shane's way, who was sitting down at the dinning room table slurping up her milk in her cereal bowl. Her innocent, misty eyes stared at the two for a few seconds before she slurped up the rest of the milk in the bowl. She rose to her feet, quickly walked to the sink, and rinsed out her dish; trying to avoid looking at her sisters.

"This isn't fair! Who is it from?" Diana broke the silence as she shrieked, grabbing the letter from its corner and staring at the return address. "Beauxbatons?" Anna spoke in her nasal voice. Shane pulled her eyebrows together, "I don't know what that is..." She spoke the truth and slowly walked to stand beside Anna. "I bet you do!" Diana spit out and quickly took the letter from Anna's hand, tearing it open with her index finger.

Diana cleared her throat before speaking, "Dear Ms. Reynolds, We are pleased to inform you that you've been accepted into Beauxbatons Academy of Magic for Term Eight..." Her voice sounded just like Anna's as she spoke. Their faces became puzzled as they turned their attention to Shane, who showed she was just as confused as them. "Where is this academy at?" Shane asked curiously and jump toward Diana, trying to read the letter over her shoulder. "Somewhere in France I think... there's a bunch of French writing on the other sheet." Diana answered quickly while she glanced at the second paper. "Yes!"

Shane's eyes snapped open and a smile appeared on her face. She could see it now, her in a beautiful blue, silk dress with a pair of matching flats and the blue hat, dressed just like the girl she'd seen in the picture with pale blond hair. She giggled as she tried to picture herself wearing a dress actually, she'd never tried one on before... no that was a lie. There was Uncle Barney's birthday about thirteen years ago, she had one on then. "Oh yes! Going to be so excited!"

Must be Rouerie

[Jarod Molyneux]

First Name: Jarod
Last Name: Molyneux
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Jarod's parents, Marionette and Heraldo, met under unusual circumstances. Heraldo was invited by his boss to an exclusive demon party which was not a forseen event as this particular family didn't usually allow "outsiders" to attend. This is where he met Marionette, a demon, and fell in love with her. Her family wasn't thrilled at the idea of her marrying a wizard, but they managed to reach a compromise that worked for both sides. Obviously, Heraldo was permitted to marry Marionette, but the other side of the bargain is hidden with the family until such time as Heraldo and Marionette are allowed to reveal it to their son as it concerned their first born male.

The two traveled many places after they were married and enjoyed much of the world. A few years after their marriage, they gave birth to a girl. She inherited most of her father's traits with only a hint of her mother's characteristics. Marionette's family was not pleased with this and for the most part ignored the daugter as she was almost a complete "outsider" from them. Luckily, her father's side of the family took a shining to her and give her the love the other side won't. Five years later, Jarod was born in Monaco, France. Unlike his sister, Jarod clearly held quite a bit of demonic traits with him. As Jarod was connected directly to the compromise of his parents' marriage, this made Marionette's family exceedingly pleased. They paid large amounts of attention to him and continue to shower him with gifts that his sister barely shares in.

Growing up as a clear, part demon, Jarod has had his share of ill treatment. Many times, as a younger child, he found himself separated from the rest of the children even though he was one of the most good natured. As he got older, however, people became more accepting and his demon side became less apparent unless angered or frustrated. Besides being ostrasized, Jarod has dealt with a small amount of tragedy. At the age of five, the only friend he had disappeared without any warning. The loss struck him deeply as he was accepted by nobody else, and he still searches for the friend.

As his sister graduated from Beauxbatons some time ago, Jarod already knows quite a bit about the layout of the castle, but he has high hopes for his time here. He wants to make friends that he has been deprived of before and become a better artist. A secret goal is of course to find his lost friend, and another is to be able to conquer a few other ghosts and fears hiding in his closet.

Personality: Jarod is much like his parents, meaning that he has a split personality. One side is fun-loving and cheerful, but he can just as easily be devious and with a slight hint of evil. When angered or frustrated, Jarod can become quite demonic, but mostly his cheerful side reigns over his "darker" side. He's good natured about things, including his own clumsiness, and he's always willing to help others if he has the ability. Jarod isn't the smartest person in the world, but he still has a fair amount of intelligence inside his head. A feature that many tell him he possesses is a caring nature. He wants to help a friend if they are feeling sad or depressed and will do what he can to put a smile on their face.

Jarod's darker side thrives on his anger and frustration. If anybody truly sets him off, he cannot be stopped unless people no how. He knows this, so he shares how to calm him with any friend he makes. The last thing he wants is to hurt one of them out of no control over his temper. Jarod is sarcastic at times with his humor which can hurt, but he watches himself carefully. Whether dark or not, Jarod is quite protective of anybody he considers to be a friend. He would die before he let a friend get hurt in anyway and will seek revenge if needed. At times, he can be a bit impatient with himself and may need some time to cool off afterwards.

Jarod loves taking pictures and doing artistic things with them, and he also adores playing his cello and flute. In a way, his instrument choices illustrates his personality. His cello is a little deeper and sounds darker, and the flute is more bubbly and lyrical. Basically, he is a complete lover of the arts and anything to do with them. He'd rather be outside than indoors as there is more to do. There are many faces to Jarod, so he can be considered something of a mystery. The best thing to do is try to get to know him. Only then can somebody truly uncover the person within.

Sample RP: Jarod threw his music on the ground in frustration. He had been practicing the same five measures for the past twenty minutes and had yet to play it correctly. An angry flush came into his cheeks as his temper started to mount. Gently, he put down his flute before going over to a tree and kicking it. He couldn't believe he couldn't get five stupid measure right. He was taking the piece at barely one fourth of the tempo, and he still couldn't get it right. The demon blood in him started to boil, and his eyes began to flash most dangerously. His eyes drifted over to the castle of Beauxbatons, and he smirked deviously. Perhaps a little "fun" was in order. He started to imagine some pranks he could pull on some of the people there. The thought was delicious.

Jarod almost started up to the castle when his lighter side started to win him back. He shook his head to clear his mind. Normally, Jarod was quite good natured about things, but once again his frustration at himself had caused him to lose some of his control. What on earth was he doing? He had come out here to relax with some music, and here he was letting himself get riled up. Of course, he wasn't ashamed of the blood in him, but at times it could prove a little inconvenient. The present was a good example as his music was now fluttering around everywhere because he had thrown it down. With a sigh and a slight laugh at himself, he chased after it. He might've used his wand, but activity always made him feel happy.

After he caught up all his music, he returned to his stand and flute. He looked back up at the school, but this time he only thought about how he would meet up with his friends later in the common room. With a contented sigh, he picked up his flute and put it to his lips. The music flowed out of it with a grace that flowed across the grounds of the school. He noticed the five measure he had been struggling with were coming up, but he refused to think about them. His muscle memory worked with him, and the melody flowed out flawlessly. After finishing the piece, he set his instrument back down and smirked at himself. Just can't wait can you? You love it, but sometimes you can't let it flow. You are quite silly.

Good application, but what about his demon side? Is it that he just gets angry and acts michevious, or does he have powers or something? Any physical changes? Explain below this point, so I dont have to go searching for it.

My apologies; I guess I did forget to explain better. Sorry about that.

While Jarod did inherit much of himself from his mother, he doesn't really have any full blown powers. He does have a certain way with fire, but he has no control over it and usually doesn't like to play with it knowing that he could hurt others. He's also good with disguising himself if he wants to get away from people. This he uses often with his sister by changing looks to a different person. He isn't a metamorphmagus, he's just good at hiding himself. Although, if you do make him angry enough he can turn more demon looking depending on the level of his emotions. His eyes could change color (usually to red), wings could sprout, skin could change to a very dark color (black...sometimes red). The mischevious part can sometimes be followed by an actual act using some minor form of trickery or a small amount of his fire power, if he's feeling "brave" enough.

I hope this is what you were looking for.

Must be Cossu

[danielransom]

First Name:
Daniel


Last Name:
Ransom


Age:
16


Appearance:
With his sad brown eyes, Daniel usually gives the impression of sorrow. Fortunately, his eyes are almost always covered by his shaggy dark hair. He is most often seen in jeans, checked slipon Vans, and some sort of band tee and a hoodie. Whether it be warm or cold, he always has his hoodie. Unlike most people, his skin does not look much paler when he wears black, though he is more pale than most teenage boys. His dark shirts normally hang close to his skin, but are not skin tight. Like most skinny kids, he has a skinny person's abbs, for there is not enough fat in the area to not have hard muscle there. And that, my friends, is the short, sweet, (and yes, choppy) description of the dear Daniel.


History:
Daniel grew up in an orphanage right outside of London, England. At eleven, he started school at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Now, the orphanage has shut down, and the owner, Abby, has moved back home to some small town in France. Being like a son to her, Danny was brought along with her to her family's home. He is now transfering to Beauxbatons where he will continue his education in wizardry.


Personality:
So, you want to know the life and times of Daniel Ransom, more commonly known as Danny? Don't bother asking him; he never talks about himself, or his past. As a matter of fact, he rarely talks to anybody at all, unless necessary of course. Most of the spoken words heard coming from his mouth are either the shortest possible answers to the questions he's asked, or a rude/sarcastic comment to something someone else has said, done, or almost done that he happened to have the honor to see. You see, he notices things, he watches peole, not that he's trying to be creepy and stalker-like, he's just observant. He knows things about some people that they themselves don't even realize. Weird? Maybe. Or maybe it's just Danny being his dark, withdrawn, normal self...


Sample RP:
Really hot. Those were the only words Danny could find to describe the weather. The heat was sucking the life out of him, right up to the point where he could no longer speak better english than a five year old. He stood on the pier that jutted out over the lake in a pair of red swimming trunks and a black wifebeater. His paleish skin was already starting to darken from the unbearably bright sun. He flipped his shades down from the top of his head to cover his eyes with a twitch of his head. His longish dark hair stuck to the back of his neck, making him hotter than he already was. The water looked cool and refreshing, but he was too lazy to actually do the work it took to stay afloat, not to mention what it would take to get out. He stared down at the water like he half expected it to jump out at him and relieve him from the heat of its own accord. If only it wasn't so hot, he would have the energy to jump off the pier, but then again, if it wasn't so hot, he wouldn't need to be in the water to be cool.

Change your display name so that you have a last name and first name that is clear.

Rather difficult for some reason, but...

Must be Rouerie

[collettemercedes]

First Name:Collette
Middle Name:Blaiine
Last Name:Mercedes
Age:17

Appearance:Collette has dirty blonde curly hair thats shoulder length, green-grey eyes and a tanned smooth complexion
History:Collettes parents are both veela.They both went to Beauxbatons.Almost half of Collettes family are veela.Collettes mom died when she was young so she lives with her father.He works at the Ministry of Magic in France.He has a stong dislike for mudbloods and people who go to Beauxbatons that are half veela and that are not even veela.He even hates it when a pure veela marrys a half veela. Collette and her father live in a mansion thats not even around other hoses,her dad likes his privacy.Her dad sometimes models.

Personality:Collette(likes to be called Blaiine) can be pretty outgoing but she does have an attitude on her,she only hangs out with people that are very pretty(pure veela)and are rich like her and if a person thats half or none she shurgs them off but when she is around people like her she can be fun,loving and a party girl

Sample RP:Collette was outside one morning laying in the nice,soft green grass near her manor. She just loved to get away and stay outside and be by herself. Her father was driving her crazy as it was."You *DO* have everything you'll need for Beaubatons right sweetie?"
Thats all she was hearing from him all week. She knew why he did all the time. Mostly cause she usually almost did forget something. Thats just how she was though,Forgetful. She sighed as she stared up at the clouds in the sky'I can't wait to be in Beauxbatons and to be with my own kind' she thought to herself and she slowly closed her eyes and before she knew it she feel asleep.


Sorry, but you may want to change the veela thing around. Or at least make her not nearly so veela-blooded. The reason being is that being a near full blood veela is considered more a creature than human. They are deadly when around men too long, and cause heart attacks. Sorry, you have to change her blood a bit.

[nessa]

xx pleasure of pretense

First Name: Nessa

Last Name: Amherst

Age: Fifteen

Appearance: Nessa has striking hazel eyes. Both of them are slightly darker than the typical caramel shade, due to her Asian lineage and the fact that her father has deep, dark chocolate optics. Most of her emotions can be told through the state of her eyes. If they are foggy and uncertain, one can assume that she’s perplexed and confused. If they’re bright and sunny, she’s normally happy-go-lucky and carefree. During classes, her eyes are usually beady and glaring daggers at those who dare disrupt the class; she seems to think that learning is more important than anything in a classroom. However, the shade and general color of her eyes differ greatly from Tiana’s, who has bright blue eyes.

Nessa has long, dangling hair to match her eyes. Her hair reaches down at least half a foot past her shoulder. Most of the time it’s straight and relatively clean, so she rarely has the need to comb it perfectly. Near the bottom of her hair (the part that dangles just around her chest) are natural golden streaks that, when shone upon, are usually bright and lit-up. These, combined with the slight natural waviness of her hair make Nessa quite attractive.

Her face is absolutely pulchritudinous – unblemished, perfect, and fair. Although she did have an acne problem at the age of eleven, it’s gone now, replaced by perfectly toned skin. Nessa detests wearing make-up (save for lip-gloss and eyeliner from time to time). However, due to her natural beauty, she rarely has to wear any form of makeup powder anyways. Many of her fellow classmates are envious of her gentle looks, while many of the boys gloat over her; she hates bragging, but Nessa has to admit that she can waste time by examining her looks in a mirror.

As mentioned before, her body is extremely slim and well-built. Although it’s not exactly man-like muscles, she does have finely toned thighs that barely have any excess fat on them. When combined with the right amount of lotion, Nessa’s legs tend to give off an ethereal, golden shine. Her general body frame is slender and slim; she isn’t unhealthily skinny (no chicken legs) but from a distance, it looks as though she’s semi-anorexic.

Her clothing style is what makes her semi-preppy. Most of the time she absolutely adores wearing brand name clothing, even if it never originated in Europe. Nessa’s parents agree that she had to look good in school, but seeing as they have a strict school uniform consisting of robes, Nessa never really has much time to show off her stylish, baby fit tees or her jeans. Because of this, she wears her best outfits when she can.

History: Although it's relatively easy to tell that she's a pureblood, Nessa's family is far from the stereotype pureblooded lineage. Both of her parents are wizards, of course; that much is assumable. Even her smaller sister (mentioned later) is a witch. Basically, magic runs through their entire family like a disease. Although they never find their supernatural powers as a burden, the Amhersts usually express themselves as disgusted at how others treat them because of their blood. Sure, they're a bit snobby of course, but that doesn't mean they support Death Eaters.

It's almost extremely surprising for other's to believe her heritage. Susan Amherst is, of course, mainly British for the most part. However, there is a slight crack in her bloodline - which is where she received her asian genes from. Then, Nessa has her peculiar father’s genes. He was, ironically, British and French. Basically, Susan and Jerome Amherst created a part British, part French, and part Asian daughter (which goes the same with Tiana Amherst. Due to her odd heritage, Nessa and Tiana are currently studying both French and Chinese whenever they return home for the holidays (which is mainly why they try to avoid their parents altogether). Although their ‘trilingual-ness’ has its advantages, Nessa finds herself constantly annoyed by Mrs. Amherst (who never hesitates to hunt her daughter down over the weekends via owl).

As said before, Nessa was born in the midst of 1992. As a child, she spent most of her time on the toy broomsticks that were held outside (under the careful, piercing eye of her mother). This is partially one of the reasons why she finds herself so comfortable at playing Quidditch. Not only was her childhood days filled with broomsticks and Quaffles, but she also began to take interest in muggle sports. Although Jerome and Susan were slightly unnerved by her unusual behavior, they allowed her to take muggle lessons, no matter how disturbed they were by the non-magic folk. After one or two years of taking Muggle sports lessons, the Amhersts decided it was time for Nessa to decide where she belonged. Although the poor child didn’t dare show her preference of muggle sports, she was extremely attached to the British game called ‘soccer’. After surviving one dreadful year without it, her parents decided it was time to let her loose. At the age of six, Nessa resumed her game of ‘European football’.

Then, in the January of 1999, she received her own baby sister: Tiana Amherst. The two were almost exactly alike with huge interests in both sports and studying (with the exclusion of foreign languages). Of course, Tiana and Nessa were the cutest of sisters. They played together, laughed together, and ate together. Even when they did have their own little brouhahas, the quarrels ended within a few days and the two were on the best of terms again.

By this time, Susan and Jerome were becoming restless. Nessa’s letter of enrollment from Beauxbaton would be arriving in a few years, and they needed to start training her soon. Thus, at the age of nine, she was brought into the world of wizards. Both of her parents had tried their best to keep the magical world vague during her childhood years, but now Nessa was pounding on the door of preteens. Therefore, she was introduced to magic. Although she never got a wand, Susan and Jerome both bought her dozens of simple spell books that explained magical heritage and history. The best they could do was prepare her for the tough courses ahead of her.

Tiana, jealous of her sister’s progress, immediately turned to her parents in an outrage, screaming and throwing a fit. However, the two parents remained oblivious and adamant. Then after two years of hard studying, the letter arrived right at their front doorstep.

It was quite assumable that the Amhersts resided in London, England. After all, it was the closest they could get to the magical world without revealing too much of it to Nessa and Tiana. After she received her letter of enrollment, Mr. and Mrs. Amherst brought her to Diagon Alley to explore more and more of the Wizarding World. It eventually became clear that nessa was astounded and utterly amazed by what she had missed in her childhood years. She always remembered that exact day in her life – August 27, 2003. that was the same exact day she received a brand new wand – 12in. Maple with dragon heartstring.

But there were still a few days until she actually boarded the train that left off to France. In that period of time, the rift between Tiana and Nessa grew deeper until they could no longer bear each other’s presence. Nessa moved off into the spacious backyard of the mansion they lived in (her family was relatively wealthy) while Tiana took to socializing with her snotty, arrogant muggle friends. During the time that she concealed herself in the backyard, she also continued to read hungrily. She had a general knowledge of Beauxbaton, the academy she was to be sent to. Although it came as quite a shock to her parents when she would no longer follow in their footsteps to Hogwarts, they were still relatively proud.

Then the train came. With a final goodbye wave and kiss to her mother, Nessa boarded the train and immediately found herself surrounded by strangers. She loaded her heavy trunk (with quite a bit of difficulty), and entered the first compartment that her hazel eyes laid sight upon. Inside, Nessa found her first best friend – Teal Guetschow. The two of them clicked like lock and key, and within moments, they were chatting amiably and jovially as if they had known each other forever.

The train began speeding up, and Nessa leaned out the window (trying very hard not to get her dangling her caught in it too), blew her parents another kiss (Tiana refused to accompany them to the train station) before it began speeding up and everything turned into a blur.

Upon arriving at the academy, Nessa had already made friends with Teal, a very bouncy girl named Georgi Miller, an extremely flirtatious yet kind boy named Dustin Schneider, and a quiet, kindhearted girl named Elizabeth Menzer. All of them were Purebloods (she had no idea at the time) and seemed to become one huge posse.

During her four previous years at Beauxbaton, Nessa’s group of friends has continuously expanded until she is constantly surrounded by a group of close friends (usually involving Teal). She appreciates everything about the magical world and has always tried her hardest in school.

Meanwhile, back home in England, Tiana has been sent to the Muggle jail for attempting to steal jewelry from a store. The Amhersts have disconnected themselves from her and live on comfortably.

Personality: Nessa is a relatively kindhearted girl with a few mishaps here and there. Most of the time her words are more snobby than she intends them to be, but the majority of her personality is generous and caring. She will always take the time to listen to others’ troubles (even if they aren’t her friends). Despite this, she is rather terrible at giving out advice, for she is what they call book-smart but not street-smart. Although she desperately tries to be as friendly as Elizabeth, her efforts usually end in vain when she unintentionally insults the other person. On the other hand, she’s relatively well-liked by the friends she has, making her quite popular in her house.

As mentioned before, she learns most of her skills with her head stuck firmly in the pages of a book. Ever since her parents got her hooked on reading about magic, it seems as though she’s never able to stop, with the exclusion of when she’s taking notes. Her grades are exceptionally high (and everyone assures her that she would receive top scores on end-of-the-year exams). Most of the time she’s pressured into helping others up their grades, but her high level of friends keeps bullying down to a minimum. Besides, she is also one of the most advanced in spell-casting, and has performed some of the N.E.W.T level spells. Her parents are extremely proud of her for this, and are constantly feeding her more and more moral support.

Unfortunately, it isn’t unusual for Nessa to have a short temper. The best time you can catch her is in between class breaks where she’s usually very talkative and sociable. However, when studying in the Common Rooms and dormitories, it is extremely unadvisable that you disturb her concentration. If annoyed (which usually doesn’t take a long time whether in a good mood or not), Nessa can snap with a terrible rage. Most people don’t want to be on the receiving end of one of her lectures (where she mentions that she needs to keep her grades up about a million times per subject). However, if you stay on her good side, you’ll realize that there’s a lot more to Nessa than just books and brains.

Although her parents assume she receives this trait from her childhood years, Nessa is oddly attracted to the school’s form of Quidditch. Almost every year she participates on the team with fully renewed vigor, fighting for honor and glory (she hardly cares about winning any sort of prize). Although Beauxbaton never did have a club for muggle sports, Nessa can sometimes be found outside practicing her Muggle soccer skills with the Quaffle (even though it’s much harder and heavier than a normal soccer ball). Due to her extreme amounts of exercise, she is relatively slim and therefore most of the boys in her year find her attractive (and even some from older years agree).

She is extremely careless about spending money despite her brainy demeanor. Most of the time, if she sees something that she absolutely adores, she just HAS to buy it, regardless of whether it’s on sale or not. Her parents are rather worried about her rash financial decisions, but seeing as they’re wealthier than the average wizarding family, they don’t care about it as much as others would. However, when it comes to buying clothing, Susan and Jerome put their feet down right in front of Nessa’s path. Some could consider Nessa as a prep, for she seems to be a clothing magnet. She can spend hours and hours in a clothing store and come out with absolutely nothing but a dreamy face. Her parents have strictly set aside their money for academic purposes, not for spending brazenly on clothing.

It would be extremely unwise of anyone to call her brave. She absolutely freaks out about everything that scares her (especially insects). Although she refuses to admit this to anyone, Nessa has an unusual fear of the dark and hates being alone at night. She seems to think that she’ll be murdered by some psychopath or something, but Teal and Elizabeth bear with her. Dustin, unfortunately, was placed in Scarlet Ash and so they never really talk much anymore. Nessa also has a distinct fear of being sent to the Headmaster for getting in trouble. She absolutely hates being scolded and detests being told what to do. It makes her feel immature and it affects her self-esteem even more. Both of her parents expect her to be a perfect student and to never set a foot out of line.

It would be extremely unfortunate not to mention her trilingual background. She is very proud of her heritage, and those who insult her because of it will find themselves on he bad side. Nessa refuses to allow others to forget her special blood-line; during conversations, she 'subconsciously' switches back and forth from English, to French, to Chinese, and back. Although she always sorely apologizes for her sudden change in language, many assume that she's showing off. However, her triligual mind has it's advantages - she can speak to most of the pure French students, and even some of the asians if she tries extremely hard.

Sample RP: [[ Eh, I'll just make this up as I go. ]]

BONG. BONG. The bells echoed loudly and eerily across the empty, snow-covered grounds. It was silent for a few moments, and then there was a huge BANG as the front doors slammed wildly open and students of all ages poured out into the front grounds. Most of them wore thick, winter jackets while others were even brave enough to race outside with an autumn jackets.

Those who appeared with waterproof jackets and pants immediately flung themselves face-first into fluffy piles of the white-substance. They were immediately rewarded by a face-ful of freezing cold snow that clung bitterly to their already-red noses.

The wiser students chose to hang around and mingle with each other, standing up and rubbing their hands eagerly together to keep them warm. In the midst of all the cheery winter excitement stood a large knot of people, all gathered around what seemed like five individuals.

"Oh my, this is wonderful (Sarcasm Alert)! Teal! Oh for heaven’s sake … TEAL!!” a girl hollered. She was wearing a stylish pea-coat that, despite it’s thin fabric, kept her extremely warm. Of course, knowing Nessa, she might’ve bewitched it once or twice so that it kept her warmer than usual.

A breathless, red-cheeked girl pushed her way through the throng of students with a broad grin on her face as she flung herself at nessa. "Oh, Nesserz! Isn’t this absolutely wonderful? I can’t believe it!” said Teal eagerly, giving Amherst another tight hug before taking a step back so the opposite brunette could breath.

Gasping for breath and receiving a mouthful of cold, lung-freezing air in return, Nessa coughed once or twice before she managed to croak out above the countless number of conversations. "Oh honestly, Teal. I can’t see what the big fuss is about. It’s just snow! Really, you’re all just overreacting. I’m sure you’ve seen it all at least once in your lifetime!” she gasped out angrily. Her words were drowned out by a huge roar of approval as nearly half of the crowd collapsed. Apparently someone (a rather large someone) had tripped and landed squarely on the outside of the circle, creating a domino effect. Nessa was immediately drowned by a countless number of bodies, and it was quite a while before her head emerged from a tall pile of snow wearing a bitter expression of defiant annoyance.

"Oh come ON, Nessa. Cheer up for once, the holidays are almost here!”

The brunette glared at her gingerly for a few seconds before she was pulled reluctantly to her feet. At least someone’s having their fun, she thought dryly before joining Teal alongside a short, absentminded blonde who stood quite a distance away from the crowd of students.

Upon seeing Teal and Nessa approaching her, she gave a dreamy wave to them before continuing to stare at the school with her glassy eyes. Nessa exchanged apprehensive looks with Teal and shouted out, "Oi there, Elizabeth. I see you haven’t caught on to the holiday cheer yet either.”

The blonde turned to face her slowly for a few seconds, blinking at her as if she hadn’t heard Nessa’s words at all. After a few awkward seconds, her face broke into a smile. "Mm, yes. I was never a huge fan of Winter anyways,” she explained, motioning towards the huge piles that students were beginning to make.

Nudging Teal with her elbow, Nessa grinned almost sheepishly. "Yeah, same here I suppose.”

Looking slightly crestfallen, Teal pushed her way back into the throng of students as Nessa turned to face the dreamy-eyed Elizabeth again. "Er, well. You going anywhere for the holidays? I’d return home, but my mum would just have me study le française and Chinese when I get home,” she winced, picturing her mother in her mind’s eye.

Elizabeth watched her blankly once more. Gradually, her face broke out in recognition as if she had just spotted Nessa. "No, not really.”

"Er, well … If you ever need me, I’ll be back with Teal,” Nessa murmured uneasily, slipping off back into the crowd. She was almost immediately attacked by a body that seemed to be flying at her out of the corner of her eye.

"NESSA!”

Sadly, she recognized the voice. Scrambling to her feet, she gave the boy a few more beady glares before she couldn’t resist and her face broke out in a wide grin.

"DUSTIN SCHNEIDER! You of all people,” she shouted back, flinging her thin arms around him and giving him a tight hug.

-Would continue but doesn’t feel like it. xD-

Author's Notes: I apologize for the Luna-ness in Elizabeth. Guess it sort of came out in her. xP

I also apologize if the beginnings of the categories seem choppy. I originally had this bio formatted to Hogwarts and some other different academies for different sites, so I sort of cut things here and there to make sure it fell in order. If anything is relating to some school called 'Forestwood', please let me know. I might've missed one or two when editting through. ;] I also hope that the items, history, etc. will align with Beauxbatons; her history is formatted to Hogwarts, too.

Though its well written, all I can say is please try not to Mary Sue her. I know you've given her flaws, but she seems a whole lot more perfect than not, so please try not to Mary Sue her. There were a few bits that were bothersome, such as the 'she is very slim, so most boys find her attractive'. Call me picky, but that almost sounds like godmodding, because you dont know if the male characters here will find her attractive or not. There are other instances, but I'm letting it go because I did figure you had gotten this from another site you went to. Again, try not to Mary Sue her.

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Which is why I put 'most'. I write bios in this style regardless of the other members on this site. Usually it's just a background basis, and I develop characters in RP.

Thats why I said 'almost'.

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First Name: Brynna

Last Name: Wickham

Age: 15

Appearance: Brynna Renee Wickham was the name given to a young baby. The people that smiled down on her had no idea what the future held and how their child would grow. Those same two people go on to raise a somewhat descent teenage girl.

Standing at a respectable 5’4, Brynna weights around 130-136 lbs. Contrary to what most teenagers are, she’s not very fit. Her figure is petite by family fashion. Her mother always had narrow shoulders as well as pronounced collar bones. Those same characteristics have been passed on. Starting with a set of polished nails and running down past a comparatively small hand and wrist, the rest of her is fairly proportional. Size seven feet are the base for an average body with no amazing capabilities.

Her calves though do have some definition, seeing as Brynn is very big on tennis. One of her secrets to the game is to stay on her toes. That provides a better launch position as to allow quicker movement. Every now and then, she’ll go for a light jog, but nothing to give her a tone stomach or muscular arms. Basically, the fifteen year old does just enough to keep ‘in shape’ for her adventures on the court.

One other thing that Brynn has been cursed with is light skin. Winter brings about light creamy skin that needs constant application of lotion due to incessant drying. The girl’s always stayed away from those self-tanners. Not only have there been nasty backfires to them, she mostly just feels comfortable in her ghostly coverings. It’s her and who she is. The summer though brings about tender promises of lightly bronzed skin after the initial burning period.

Not only does the sun change the color of her skin, it does works for her hair. In the dead of winter, you’ll see locks of darkened browns and blondes. By summer’s peak, each strand nearly has a brilliant flaxen coating. Brynna doesn’t much like that look on her, but again, she tries to stay away from those mixes that remedy any type of self appearance. Her hair is never seen much longer or shorter than mid-back. That’s her length and she’s sticking to it! The naturally easy curls that possess her tendrils have a tendency to not cooperate with change. Not much else other than stick straight or wavy can be accomplished due to the sleekness.

One thing she wouldn’t change for the world though is her eyes. They’re two main colors, brown and deep hunter green. Which color is dominating will change day by day. Brynna never really found a pattern as to why her eyes switch and blend between the two colors. She simply believes they have a mind of their own.

Two dimples compliment most any color that is being emitted by her expressive orbs. They are set opposite each other and at times are barely noticeable, while sticking out like a sore thumb other days. A bright smile rests under a pointed nose and all comes together for a primarily pleasing look.

History: Brynna grew up in a home that was welcoming to all areas of magic. There wasn’t quite as much openness to anything else though. Her father had always been the proud pureblood while her mother doubted if her ‘pureblood’ title was legit. There weren’t too many pureblood lines left in the Wizarding world, and she wasn’t related to any of the bigger lines. This lead her to believe that there had been a Squib or muggle marriage along the way.

Regardless, Geldor Wickham had instilled a level of pride into his son and daughter. The two never bought into it though as their mother, Adrianna, was fast at work to counter-act his teachings. Despite the conflict of feelings, both parents kept a good relationship going, even through rough patches.

Brynn and her brother Damien stayed close through the years. There were periods where he would want to distance himself from the sister he spent all his time with, but in the end, they were siblings. Nothing could tear that apart.

As happens in all good things though, Damien and Brynna were finally old enough to go off to school. Once this took place, the pair grew apart. The letters they wrote for fun stopped after a while and Damien would be hanging with new friends over the summer.

The teen knew her own group of friends would now be around to share the fun though. In recent years, both have been growing back together as no one else can recreate what pair had. Both secretly wish things were as tight as they used to be, but both also know that it probably won’t be happening anytime soon.

Personality: This will fluctuate by the day. There are a few main actions though.

The first thing on the list is dry sarcasm. I’m sure you all know about that from various other beings. Brynn has harnessed the skill and is now nursing it to full potential. Sometimes the comments are snide and uncalled for, she’ll admit that. Usually though, the teen tries to keep it at bay unless talking with friends. They’re the ones that will understand the most. Nonetheless, annotations are made in average conversations with mere acquaintances that will be taken the wrong way and turn somewhat awkward at points. What would life be without those times?

Death glares tend to be the facial chastise of choice. Most cases, when you’re on the receiving end, you’ll be lucky if your blood doesn’t freeze. There’s no need to be frightened though. It takes a severe jest to have this turned on you. Sometimes if she’s passed over to answer a question, a milder version will be sent out to the professor. These gentle glares can be found in a more playful manner as well. It’s a general thing with different moods and exchanges.

The manor back home was known by many as a place of sophistication. Brynna’s parents didn’t want a slum of a daughter and couldn’t bear the thought of her not being, cultured we’ll say. Dancing was introduced to the girl at an age of first steps. Since then, it wouldn’t be uncommon to find her dancing alone. No partner is needed, just the proper knowledge of what steps to take.

Another thing they’d been infamous for was a wide selection of literature. All that information, sitting unused, evolved into a thirst for learning. Anything that had something to do with expanding her knowledge was an opportunity taken. There was a vast hall located off the north wing that was lined with shelves. Hundreds of books could be found on these projections and as a young child, the girl had made it her duty to sort them by topic and genre, as well as alphabetically within those sections.

That may lead you to think that she’s a smidge on the obsessive compulsive side. That however, is quite a wrong assumption. Brynn, since before her mind cares to remember, has always had the flaming knack for tidying. Everything has its place, be that place in a striped round box, or maybe a polka dot square box. Occasionally, you’ll come across a tacky plastic tub labeled with a permanent ink of sorts. Either way, her belongings must be in proper order so that she can have more room for her mind to roam where it will.

Upon the farthest analysis, Brynna has come to the realization that there’s no real way to describe her character. There are good and bad part to it, just like there would be with anyone else. Thankfully, through all the muck, her good shine tends to shine like a new penny.

Dislikes: Clutter is a high one on a considerably short list of dislikes. When things are cluttered, it really only makes one’s life harder. Constantly you have to pull hair to find anything at all. Granted, there are times when neatness has its disadvantages. You’ll put something somewhere that makes complete sense and come a week or so later, thus mentioned item is nowhere to be found. So, the latter half of this spiel is a dislike as well.

Self presentation is a big thing with the Wickham’s. “A moment outside is a moment to showcase yourself.” This was always ringing her in ears, a popular comment made by her loving mother. Brynna herself never quite understood its full meaning, but was able to get the general focus of it. Seeing people now that leave buttons undone, hair and teeth un-brushed, or whatever un-hygienic thing they can come up with irks the teen to an early grave.

Specific Traits: On the positive, Brynn is smart and cunning. It came from years of sneaking around overbearing parental units. Those lines walls of literature helped as well. The stories stretched far and beyond. It seemed that there was a part of each one of those books that stuck with her. In time, it all melds together like clay to form a hard ball of knowledge and know-how. Though it may be chalked with fiction and non-sense, there have been a surprising amount of instances when the fictional characters of her childhood dreams have gotten her out of a muddle.

Unfortunately, if ever someone does something wrong, they generally prefer not to know. Whenever someone points it out, there’s a moment of laughs, or a slight argument about how they meant that, it just didn’t come out said way, but I digress. Brynna, as a general rule, is usually the one that points these faults out to you. It’s not as if she can’t hold her tongue, because she can. It’s more a matter of when she slips up. When one comes out, you can bet that another few will follow that have been building up.

Sample RP:

All good things must come to an end. Some wise soul said that long ago. Analyzing the phrase, it's something so simply stated, yet goes so deep. Brynna was looking around her bedroom. It seemed to be bare now that all her personal items had been taken down.

The teen had to laugh. Her mom had half the nerve to strangle her for leaving so much dust lying about. Her trunk had been in one place, all summer. The bold yellow carpet was a shade darker where the trunk once rested. Perhaps it wasn't dust due to a lack of cleaning, but an effect of the sun that would blaze through her room every morning. And perhaps it was both.

Whatever the reason, the girl knew that she couldn't waste her day away thinking about it. Now was a time to pack.

"Alright," Brynna reasoned with herself. There was a mental checklist appearing in her mind. "I've got all my pictures, robes, clothes, books...put the cauldron innnn..." Her words were long as she trailed off, still searching for forgotten items. "Shoes, under things...a few books, wait, already said that. Feels like I've left something." Ruffling the golden locks that rest across her back, the girl fell back onto her multicolored bedspread.

Averting her attention to the blanket, she took in the fabric. There wasn't a color that hadn't been stitched into it. There were white daisies with bold orange centers, big green polka-dots with smaller pink ones inside. Everything about it made her smile, a nice distraction from her uneasy packing feeling.

There was a juggling at the door and it began to open. Brynna sat upright, getting a slight vertigo sensation due to the speed. Soon, a brunette had stuck their head around the door, peering in on the room's dweller.

"Mom! Knock!" Brynna's words burst from her mouth as she was in slight shock due to the intrusion. "Seriously, I have to share the bathroom with you already, and now my room?" Sure, she was taking it too far, but once you’re in so deep, there's no going back.

"Brynna, calm yourself. You make it sound like you were doing something you shouldn't be." The teen watched as her mother gave her 'the look'. As if to say, "I know it was you that broke that priceless family heirloom."

"Well thank you for thinking I've hidden a dead body under my bed. No mother, I was merely admiring this lovely comforter." Brynna took her hand and smoothed out the soft material, almost as though she was saying good-bye. After the brief moment, the girl stood and made her way to the old wooden trunk that stood open next to a deep mahogany chest of drawers.

"Well you just get a little more ridiculous every day." The woman started laughing and was soon joined by her daughter. Both held out their arms, truce. It was a touching moment by all standards, but of course there can't be any of that.

"Mom, you can let go now. I might just suffocate, and then I won't get to go to school, and then you'll just be all alone with dad and Damien." It did the trick as cool air rushed into the now empty space between the pair.

"Well, I don't mind if you die, but I would go mad if I had to live with the pair of them." Adrianna gave her daughter a pat on the back, letting the girl know that it was time to go. "Hope you've got all your things. I can owl them if not." Nodding, Brynna went to close her trunk. With a little added pressure to the top, it clicked down in a few short seconds.

The two women made their way down stairs and out to two people of the male inclination, both whom were checking their watches. "Like father like son," Adrianna admitted, sharing a giggle with her daughter.

Then it hit her. The teen dropped her trunk and ran back through the house and into a bright green family room. There, sitting on a glass top coffee table, was a pair of big, yellow sunglasses. Brynna tried not to go anywhere without them, as if they were a trademark. Scooping them up, she rejoined her family, all of which were wondering where she'd rushed off to. As soon as she stepped outside, they took notice of the ridiculous glasses on her face.

"Dork." her brother teased.

She heard it, and was used to his comments. All that was said in return before making her way to the car was, "Everyone could use a little more yellow in their life.”

While appearance, history, and personality are great. You need to redo your RP. If you had completely read the first post, your RP must be with the character you are signing up with. To add to that it is also on the short side. Also, add some monologue, get your character talking!

Ah, sorry about that. I hope this is better...it has talking! And I hope it isn't too long--went a little crazy there. :]

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