Sorting (Term Eight)

[teehee]

First Name: Tyson Joubert
Last Name: Reinard
Age: 17
Appearance: {{You don't get a picture yet. You have to wait like everyone else, but it'll be awesome.}}

Based on his appearance, you may think that Tyson was your typical "bad boy", as his hard face and scathing retorts have caused him a lot of trouble over the years. His blue eyes are small and squinty, and they're usually narrowed, whether he's glaring at someone, or he's deep in thought.

His dark brown hair is always worn short and spiky. Sure, it takes him a few extra minutes to get ready in the morning, but in the end, he thinks it's worth it.

Tyson isn't exactly muscular; he doesn't work out or run a billion miles everyday, but that doesn't mean he's not in shape. He can run short distances; anything past a quarter mile is pushing it. He can lift fifty pounds by himself, and he can throw a pretty good distance, which are all very impressive in his eyes.

Tyson's not exactly tall, but he's not exactly short, either. He's about 5'5", which is pretty short in his family. His father is an even six foot, so he assumes that he inherited the height thing from his mother.

Tyson doesn't have a specific style; he usually wears whatever he finds lying around. You'd think that a guy who puts so much care into how his hair looks would do the same for the rest of his appearance, but Tyson is just weird like that. He doesn't really care what he looks like, and doesn't bother to try unless he has a good reason.

History: There was an eclipse the morning when Tyson Reinard came into the world in the small town of Siena, Italy. He is the only son of Joubert Reinard and Danielle Bouvier. He never knew his mother; she left him and his father when he was just a baby, and his father moved from Siena to Ivry, France just after the split. His father told him that she ran off with another man, and Tyson has had no problem believing that.

Tyson loved being an only child of a single parent. His father tried his best, giving him everything he thought he needed, except for attention. He was too busy trying to find Tyson a mother to pay attention to him.

Tyson hid behind a mask of toughness growing up. He made most of his friends by starting out as their "bodyguards", standing up for kids who couldn't stand up for themselves, and charging them a reasonable price.

When Tyson was born, his name had been added to the list of students that would be attending Corpseshroud Academy of Wizardry and Sorcery in Italy, but his father's move to France earned him a place at Beauxbatons instead. That didn't bother him much, mostly because he had other things on his mind.

Firstly, his father finally got remarried to a woman named Rochette. He was opposed to it from the start. He liked the "bachelor lifestyle" that he and he father lived, and he figured a woman might mess that up. Not to mention the fact that he now had to share his father, and that they would be moving into her house with her two daughters from her previous marriage.

Just when he thought he was getting used to the idea of living with Rochette, the couple dropped another bomb on him in the form of his sister Camille. He loved the little girl, but he resented her for coming along and cementing the fact that things would never go back to the way they were. By this time, be was glad to be going to be attending Beauxbatons, where he would be able to escape from everything that was going on at home.


Personality: To some, Tyson would seem like a typical teenage guy. He cares more about what his friends think than his own welfare, he thinks girls are the center of the universe, he practically lives in detention, and some people have even gone as far as to call him a criminal. But to anyone that doesn't know him, they'll see that there are a lot of layers to Tyson.

Firstly, Tyson loves to have a good time, although his idea of a good time may not be everyone else's idea. He's not happy unless he's doing something to get his adrenaline flowing. He's very carefree, sometimes to the point of being reckless.

He's not all bad, though. Underneath the bad-boy facade, Tyson is a pretty decent person. He'd go the distance for his friends, and would do anything to see them smile. He'd never mistreat a girl that he loved, and would treat her like the princess he saw her as.

Sample RP: To say that Tyson was mad would be an understatement. He was seething! He'd only been gone a year, and his father decided to uproot his whole life. Firstly, he'd gotten remarried without even bothering to tell Tyson. Then he decided to move the two of them into her manor, which he'd have to share with her two daughters. It sucked donkeys.

Tyson let out a sigh. It was no good being upset; there was one upside to all of this. His new "stepmother" had money, and lots of it. He placed the last of his things into the box that was sitting in the middle of his floor; well, it wasn't his floor anymore, it belonged to whoever had bought the house that he had grown up in.

"Ready Tyson?" a voice behind him asked. He turned around to find his father standing in the doorway.

What a stupid question. He would never be ready. He shrugged, then picked up the box which held a piece of the first fifteen years of his life. He then turned and left to begin a new (possibly horrible) chapter in his life.

Must be Sournois.

[ashlee2312]

First Name: Jojo
Last Name: Silver
Age: 14

Lookey:

History: Jojo was the only kid at her please but when her mum was pregnant with a girl when Jojo was only 2, she wasn't very happy. She lived in Australia but when her mum was pregnant they moved to France, so Jojo lost all her childhood friends which is pretty sad when she thinks about it now. When Jojo was 10 she was booked into Beauxbatons Academy of Magic without knowing. Her school years up to now have been good but they can be better . All her family was in Sournois but her dad was in Rouerie which she regretted.

Personality: Jojo's a nice girl NOT! Lest rephrase that. Jojo is a how can you say this she is not friendly that’s it . She is very pushy and love's to gossip and she is the gossip QUEEN! Jojo is a very open person and loves talking and that but when it comes too big crowds and I mean a BIG crowd she hates’s it.

RP: Jojo woke up on Christmas day running to her sister’s room and she jumped on the bed and shouted "WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD IT'S CHRISTMAS!” "I'm a wake, i'm a wake," my sister said sleepily. They both ran down the stairs and into the lounge room, and ran to the Christmas tree and looked at all the presents. "Look lest put my presents over here and yours over there," Jojo's sister said to jojo."What ever," Jojo said back. They put all the presents into 2 piles and ran back up stairs to wake up their mum and dad. “WAKE UP IT’S CHRISTMAS!” we yelled. Jojo, mum, dad and sister walked down the stairs back to the lounge room and started to open the presents.

Everything needs a lot more work. Your history is so cut and paste. All the details are missing. Almost as if you didn't put a lot of thought into it. Your personality should be more specific. I can tell that you want to get into a specific house, that's not gonna work. Be more in depth and just let it flow what you want your character to be or how you want them to act. In your RP, besides the fact that it is on the short side, it truly shows that you need to work on your grammar, punctuation, as well as sentence structure. If you want to get sorted, work on this and modify the post.

[starbright1423]

First Name: Elizabeth

Last Name: Starchild

Age: 13

Appearance:

History: Elizabeth comes from a long line of Wizards on her mother's side, and the blood of the Elves on her father's side. Elizabeth showed exceptional skills with magic and an early age. She pushed herself, as soon as she could read and feel magic, to learn all she could. Elizabeth is an exceptional student and a gentle girl. Though, she tends to keep to herself way too much. She finds it hard to make friends, though she tries in her own way. Elizabeth grew up in both worlds of her blood. Her parents moved them where Elves and Humans lived as one. Elizabeth's father, Mandrel Starchild, was the second most powerful elf in the area, an Elven Wizard to say. He began teaching Lizzy magic when she was still in her crib.

Lizzy's mother, Diana Starchild, continued her small training as soon as she could walk and talk, teaching her mainly the rules about magic. Since underaged witches and wizards could not use magic. Lizzy mainly learned her elven magic from her father. Her parents felt it was okay to teach her elven magic, cause it came from within and was not just based on spells. She had a feeling about magic, much like the Elves and her father taught her all about that aspect of herself. She was an adapt student to her parents, but they could only teach her so much, so her father sent off a request to see if she would be accepted at Beauxbatons, since her mother had gone to the school. As soon as they heard back, her parents were thrilled. Their baby girl would be learning at the best school and she would become a beautiful young woman there, as well.

Lizzy seemed scared, at first. Not sure of how things would go at Beauxbatons, but with her mother's encouragement, Lizzy began to hope that time would pass quicker, so she could start her experience at Beauxbatons.

Personality: Elizabeth is a calm, caring and gentle person. She is a quick study and a person of great understanding. She tends to take studying to an over-the-limit situation and seems to have an answer for everything. Lizzy finds it hard to adapt to other's ideas, though. She is not a strict by the book girl, but she does have her code of honor. She is playful and fun loving, but serious about her work.

Sample RP: Elizabeth sat in her father's study. She was excited and dreading her first year at Beauxbatons. Her mother said it would be good for her and that she would learn quite more than she could from sitting in her father's study. Elizabeth sighed, this could be a good experience or a bad one. Lizzy could only hope that it was going to be fun. She was a shy girl, but she tried to make friends. Her feelings made her feel queasy. What if she didn't fit? She would be all alone, save the animal she was suppose to have with her. What if she failed at something? A test, a spell, so many fears and questions boiled in her head. She sat looking around the room at her father's study.

I have to do well, I am my Father's pride and joy, and I can be great. I have to be at least good. She thought. She read over the letter and the list once more. So much she needed, and so little time she had left. She got out of her father's chair and ran down stairs. She wanted to find her mother and go shopping. So much had to be bought, and she was eager to start shopping and eager to start the school year.
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Not gonna cut it. GO back and read the first post. Your appearance is so short and does not give an image to what your character looks like. You're history doesn't give a lot of detail on how your character grew up. Also, your personality should at least be a paragraph. Then, when you do add to your personality be specific and don't make your character perfect. Your needs work since there spelling errors. Instead of saying magic school, why not Beauxbatons?

There, it is fixed! YAY!!!

Better on the personality. However, I dont see how she could learn magic since underage witches and wizards aren't allowed to use magic. Unintentional magic is one thing, but she cant do actual spells because she doesn't have a wand. If its an Elven thing, explain more about it. Otherwise it isn't possible.

Told yah, still learning about all this. I made it easier to understand. Sorry about that.

Must be Rouerie

[calebashford]

First Name: Caleb
Last Name: O'Shea
Age: 11
Appearance:


In short, Caleb is a cute kid. He's short, at 4"11, and has a sweet face. He has light brown hair, which is usually in all different directions. You would most likely see his eyes with a nice shade of grayish blue, but he sometimes has the power to change the appearance of his eyes. He can't do it normally, but when he's very nervous, or excited, he can change his eye color to violet, emerald green, or a pale lilac.

He has a large smile, and has little dimples (to his dismay). Most older girls and adults pinch his cheeks and don't take him seriously because of little kid look.

History: Caleb was born on May 22, 1996 in a portion of Geneva, Switzerland that was completely free of muggle families. His father is a wizard, and his mother is a muggle. He also has an older sister named Tara. Unlike some families, where the muggle parent just needs to get used to the fact that their spouse isn't "normal," Caleb's mother didn't want to live in that sort of environment. She divorced Caleb's father, and even refused to see Caleb on holidays when he started showing magical traits. Caleb's mother was soon completely out of the picture, no matter how much he misses her.

With just his father and sister to take care of him, things started going wrong. He had to take care of Caleb and work full-time, which made even the smallest tasks chaotic. And sister was getting ready for tests in her muggle school. Soon, the young boy started getting worried, and decided to take some stress of his dad and sister. He did all of the chores around the house, ran errands, and even answered the phone, but this put all of the pressure on him. Soon, his grades started slipping, and he couldn't spend time with his friends. He put all of his thoughts down in his sketch book.

Drawing became his passion, wherever he went, his drawings went with him. At school, he was known as the "sports kid," always outside, playing with friends. He was scared that his drawings would make other people think that he was girly. Then, his father found his drawing book.

His father was beyond proud, but promised Caleb that he would keep quiet about his sketches. This was the first time that Caleb realized that he could actually have a talent. He started staying inside for most of the day, sketching his father, or even just a bunch of flowers, or a table. One day, he messed up one of his drawings, and was so mad that he couldn't get it right, that he threw his book against a wall. The book bounced from the floor right back into his hand.

His father was ecstatic, and he explained to his son that he was a wizard. Caleb was stunned that he wasn't normal, but soon became furious after his father told him the real reason why his mother left. He began to think of himself as a monster, something that didn't really belong. He took his drawings from sweet, and innocent, to gloomy and solemn. On his eleventh birthday, he got his letter.
One of the worst things for him about leaving home was leaving Tara, the only one in the family who didn't posses magical powers. She wasn't too upset about this though. She was just worried about her brother. She just wanted him to have an ok time, and now, Caleb realizes how lucky he was to have his sister with him during those rough times.

Personality: Caleb is a very gentle person, ready to listen to anyone's problems, but will always stand up to protect his own rights. He is always willing to make new friends and start up a conversation. Since there are so many girls at Beauxbatons, he has gotten over being girl-shy. He can usually come up with good ideas, but isn't very book smart. His ideas usually go straight to his sketches and paintings. He sends a smile to everyone who looks his way, and holds no grudges. He feels that life is to short to dislike anyone.

When it comes to something that he feels strongly about, such as his mother or his drawings, then he becomes a bit defensive. If someone crosses the line, he doesn't hide his feelings. He won't cause a scene, but he'll definitely set them in their place. He stays calm, but he'll use words as sharp as knives.
He also has a knack for sarcasm. He doesn't like to be rude, but sometimes, when he's annoyed or with a friend who he jokes around with, he's extremey witty and quick with words. He likes to say that sarcasm is his second language.

He cares deeply for family and friends, and he will stay by there sides for anything, no matter what. If a friend is upset, they won't need to tell him, he'll already know. He minds his own business, but his caring disposition makes people open up anyway. On the other hand, he keeps his personal matters private, but if he knows that someone won't tell a secret, all of his worries come pouring out.

Sample RP: Caleb sat outside, with leftover tears still coming down his face. He wouldn't see his mother again.
Looking at the stars, he thought of all of th great times he had had with her; making cookies, playing charades... she even came to his football games, just to cheer him on. She always had a smile on her warm face, and he savored that memory, as he would never see it in front of him ever again.

The stars shone bright, as if they were laughing and playing. He wanted them all to go away, to leave him alone. It was humiliating. He felt like he was being looked at, looked down on, as if he was he lesser person.

The one he loved most was gone, and he was alone. His father and Tara wouldn't understand. They didn't have as much of a bond with her as Caleb had. Things would never be the same.
Another batch of tears welled up and stung his eyes as he remembered the song that his mother used to sing to him before bed.

He mouthed the words as he drifted to sleep, the cheery song sounded mournful, the way he felt now. Its slow beat pounding in his head like a bad headache. Every second, it slowed down, and every second it grew sadder and sadder. It got softer, as if it was going away, just like his mother had. This was horrible, the worst that he had ever felt.

"What did I do, mother? Tell me what I did wrong." He whispered with a shaky voice. It made him feel weak and defenseless, sitting looking at the open sky and the huge city around him. To some, it was magical, but for him, it was horrible. The city felt ugly and polluted, the sky felt like a stalker, looking down at him wherever he went. He looked at the moon again and realized how small he was. Maybe someone was feeling the same as him, at this very moment. His eyes began to feel heavy. He didn't know what time it was, he had been on the roof for hours, just thinking, and he had lost track of time.

He closed his eyes, maybe if he slept, he would feel better.
His mothers face filled his dreams as he slept on the apartment roof, surrounded by the horrible, terrifying darkness that he called the night.


Must be Cossu

[seraph]

First Name: Seraph
Middle Name: Rayden
French Name: Celeste
Real Last Name: Caustic
Adopted Parent's Last Name: Tuatha de Danann
Age: Fift e e n
Appearance: Sera grew into a pretty girl. She had dark brown hair with black highlights which was perfect and fell between her shoulder blades. She had a fair complexion and she had blue/gray ice shy eyes. She's not very tall, only 5'5" Ft. She's rather fair and she has a slim body.

But thats her natural appearance and she sometimes changes her hair color, to red-light-brown, straight hair, blonde, etc.
Picture:

History: Seraph was an accident, a full on accident, thus causing her mother to give her up. But her father did not wish to, so he raised her. He raised her till Seraph reached the age 8. In which he died because he was called forth by the Ministry and died in battle.

Seraph then was given to another family, named Scarlette. She became a stubborn, uncontrolable, rebellious, girl. She only lived there for ^1/2 a year. And it was enough for the Scarlettes.

She once again was sent off, but this time she became a shy, intelligent, anti-social girl and she stayed at the Gaunts' and soon enough they had to give her away after 3 ^1/2 years. Because, they said she didn't get along with the other children. And also, they said they didn't want a demon in the house.

And that was because of her powers. She had ...the one that they could not take...Relikinetic, it gave her the ability to alter and change reality. She rarely ever used Relikinetic, but they still feared it. Greatly, for that matter. She also is a Metamorphous.

But Relikinetic makes her unstable during the Full Moon, making her well... Much like a Werewolf, but she doesn't change into another creature. She ends up fainting during the day-time, throwing-up if she does not eat, and if it gets any worse... She'll throw-up blood, but it isn't because of the transformation. But rather because she was a premature child.

She also was scaring students at Hogwarts, too many for that matter. So, they finally sent her out of England and to France. Where she finally found a family of demons, who was not scared of her powers. But rather, surprised that no one wanted the brilliant, talented, amazing girl.

She slowly revealed her true self to them and finally was accepted. She became home-schooled, till Klaus said that Seraph should go to a public school. Celina agreed, as much as she did not wish to let her little girl go.

And now she is here at Beauxbaton.She fears that she'll scare more people and end up moving again. So now, she fears and hopes that Beauxbaton will be different.
Personality: Seraph is extremely strong-willed and independent - she is very dedicated to her cause, willing to risk her own life as well as that of her soul mate for her cause. She is one of the most serious of the Tuatha de Danann, but also one of the most eccentric. She seems to enjoy her time alone, within her own private world - such as when she is running, driving, photography, drawing, writing, singing, dancing, playing music, or anything else. She is also extremely likable, though very detached.

Characteristics:
individualist
dislike custom
strong
optimistic
creative
flexible
wild
unpredictable
practical
curious
energetic

Sample RP: Seraph's grey-blue eyes looked about her, as she was lost. She sighed and quickly began to run about. Quickly she came to an abrupt stop and murmured,"Oh god, oh god, I'm late for my first day!!!" She not only was nervous but she also did not wish to get in trouble. Another sigh escaped the dark haired girl's lips.

She looked about again and murmured, "Not, good, not good at all!!! What will Mama and Papa say if I came back RIGHT after the first day...Oh god..." She continued to panic as she looked around. She truly hoped to not get kicked out, because well..she finally would get friends. But she still was scared.

Biting her lower lip she continued to look about till, she paused and sighed. She continued to bite her lower lip as she murmured, "I should just give up...there is no point...after all I would of found the class by now..." As soon as those words escaped her lips, Seraph leaned against the cold wall. And slowly tears began to fall down her rosy cheeks.


I'm highly dissapointed. I ask for her personality, and I end up getting a copy and paste about Aquarians. Which automatically makes me skeptical about the 'Type B' personality you wrote. Write your own personality, and explain her powers. Also, make sure you give her weaknesses with those powers, because there wont be extremly powerful 15 year olds running around. Explain her powers below this point and give her weaknesses (e.g. she gets tired, passes out, or isn't developed in some areas, etc). I'll sort you after that.

I did give you the personality...
It was above the Aquarian information.
And I added more weakness things.

I did read that, but it just didn't give me enough to sort her at the time. Plus, you didn't explain her other powers and what those weaknesses are. You only explained her ability to change reality and that she was a Metamorphmagus. Basically, if you plan on making her have so many powers, be prepared to explain them in length with weaknesses.

Oh...sorry. >_<
I didn't realize you meant that...
I'll just keep it at Metamorphous & Relikinetic.
Sorry.

In that case...

Must be Rouerie

[babypanda]

First Name: Fiala
Last Name: Oakley
Age: 14

Appearance:
Just like everyone else, Fiala inherited her features from her family. She got her sparkling Hazel eyes from her father and the shoulder length brown hair and petite body from her mother.

Miley stands around 5’4” and is about 110 lbs. She’s most likely to be seen around in an outfit consists of: a girly hat, petite pink zip-up jumper, light purple blouse, white stretchable Capri jeans, cute light blue belt and pink and white sneakers.

History:
Fiala was raised by her loving parents, Rose (Half Elf) and Harold (Pureblood) Oakley, in London. She lived a nice, fun-filled life with her parents and siblings, twins Hallie and Harry, for the first eleven years of her life. With her parents and the twins around, she never had a dull moment all through out her childhood years.

One day, a really frustrated eight year old Fiala decided to go to their backyard to clean her mind up. She sat down on their bench, stared at nothing before stomping her foot on their well-kept Bermuda. What shock her was that, the portion she had stomped on dried slowly.

“Mum!” She screamed and ear-piercing scream that her mother and father went to check her. She told them everything and until now, Fiala can vividly remember the looks on their faces and their reactions when they told her that she must be an Earth Elemental. Her mother also told her that she must have gotten that from her side for she remembers her grandma elf to have elemental magic.

Personality:
Fiala is an adaptable, clumsy, happy-go-lucky girl who values her family and friends the most. She treasures them a lot and loves to do stuff with them. She is also a sensitive person, especially to the needs of others. She always tries her best to help.

During her free time, Fiala can be seen writing poetry or other literary stuff under a shady tree while singing or humming. She really loves writing a lot. She can also be seen reading.

Fiala is pictured by most of her acquaintances as a clumsy (That’s why the twins called her Jinxy for she like jinx everything she gets her hands one), creative, hyper and shy at the same time. She is always silent and shy around people she doesn’t know well and is otherwise with people she knows. She is also trustworthy girl. You can count on her to keep your secrets until the end of time. She is also a risk-taker, she is never afraid to take risks.

As an Earth Elemental, she has the capability to manipulate anything classified under kingdom plantae but just like every power, this one has some disadvantages like she weaken, gets irritable and moody when the heat is incredible. She also her emotions sometimes affects her power and there are times when she can’t control it. People who know her know better than to upset her when it's hot.

Like everybody else she also has the negative side. She is NOT so good, actually not good at all at public speaking. She’s that type that would “run away” or “walk out” on speeches. She is also not a very good leader for she is shy to talk to the members and give them commands. She shivers at the site of blood and freaks out when a spider, especially one like a tarantula, decides to give her a visit.

Sample RP:
After writing stuff, Fiala was rewarded a slight headache. She wasn’t sure if she had been writing for so long by now or it was just the effect of the summer’s warm weather. Deciding that a little trip to the kitchen would do her good, she got up her bed, slipped on her slippers and made her way out of her room.

She was in front of the kitchen and was about to enter when a better idea struck her. She turned around and went for the shady trees on their backyard instead.

Before she knew it, she was opening the door to their backyard. She felt the cool breeze rush through her and took in some of it. She then smiled, stepped and walked on sunshine.

Thereafter, she reached her target tree, sat down and made herself comfortable. Then, she smiled as she watched the grass dance with the wind; she even made some flowers sprout from the rich soil beneath her. The sweet scent of the flowers made kicked her headache away. Fiala stayed there for hours, she always enjoys bonding with flowers.

When the sun started to set, she got up and left the tree smiling. She then started to stroll towards the castle, leaving behind the meticulously newly planted flowers on the base of the tree to take care of themselves.

You're borderlining Mary Sueing her. The only weakness you gave her is clumsiness. I say add more to her personality in the way of weaknesses. Also, earth elemental? Explain a bit more about that under this point, as well as what her weaknesses of that element are, since you only kinda gave one. be careful about her 'understanding people' because that could very well be godmodding.

Edited. By the way, I underlined the parts that I edited.

Must be Rouerie

Thank you!

[calvinmjones]

First Name: Calvin (Michael)
Last Name: Jones
Age: 17 years of age
Appearance:

History: Calvin grew up in a pure with his mother, his father and two brothers. Him being the oldest out of his brothers, he had to take on a lot of responsibility, especially after his parent's divorce. He was busy longer than a normal teenager should have been, and having to help his younger brothers deal with his parent's separation along with himself didn't help with all the extra chores. They also had to take turns living in two different houses. Though it was true that his parents both lived close, it was still hard. His mom lived in San Clemente, while his dad in his birthplace, La Palma. Both in California, and fairly close together. What was not normal about this average life of a teenage boy? Of coarse, Calvin had to be born a vampire child.

Cade had trouble with school because of their separation and the fact that at night he grew fangs and had to survive on blood as if it was water, and after his mother died his grades plummeted. He had been hoping to turn his life in the right direction, except when his dad sent him and his younger brother, Mason, to Beauxbatons. Cal wasn't too excited about leaving the place he had lived since he was one year old, and moving here. He only knew his brother, and his youngest brother had to live in La Palma without his older brothers, just him and his dad, a new town, new school, and NO BROTHERS. Though Cal's younger brother didn't understand how he was to LIVE without his brother's support, he's coping, especially with visits from his older brothers every weekend possible.

Calvin grew up knowing one thing, his entire life. He would always be the freak with the fangs. Since he had started school, his parents had to hide the fact that their son was a bloodsucker, as if it would shame them. This explains Calvin's lonely childhood, except for his own brothers.

Personality: He'd always been the quiet type, not very outgoing, mostly shy, timid, and reserved. Not now. Calvin knew the moment he changed schools that he was going to become a total dxck and a pain in the ass for everyone. Because of his on the edge lifestyle, Calvin expects to get attention and thinks of himself pretty highly.

The strange thing about him, though, is that he speaks his mind. Kind of. If something, anything, is bothering him, he won't lock it up and ignore it. He hated giving in, his whole life, because he always had to because he was the oldest. Well, he hated it. If there was something on his mind, he'd speak it, and when I say it, I mean, all of it.

Sample RP: The library wasn't exactly Calvin's favorite place in the world, though there he was, amidst a pile of books that he'd probably never get around to reading. Calvin muffled a rather large yawn with his hand and propped his elbow up on the table, resting his head in his hand as he did so, gazing forlornly out the window. Shoving his hand into the front pockets of his jeans looking for his Tic-Tacs, Cal's fingers wrapped around a tiny piece of paper that had been folded up many times. Frowning slightly, Calvin pulled it out of his pocket, completely forgetting that he had been looking for Tic-Tacs only a few short moments before. His brows knitting together in confusion, Calvin slowly unfolded the piece of parchment, his hands shaking slightly, for he had a faint idea of what was written on the paper. As he finished unfolding it, his fears were confirmed and he quickly refolded the paper, grabbing his jacket off of the back of is chair. Swinging it on over his shoulders, Calvin quickly left the library, leaving the books sprawled across the table, for they were the last thing on his mind right now.

Heading quickly down the stairs, taking them two at a time, Calvin released a rather long string of cuss words under his breath, just in case a professor happened to be near. After all, the last thing he wanted and needed was another detention, as his month was busy enough without him having to worry about yet another detention. As he reached the first step to the Owlery, Calvin quickly began the journey up the stairs, careful not to slip, for a thin layer of ice had decided to settle on the stairs, which, needless to say, did not add to his already horrible day. As he reached the top stop, Calvin stepped into the room, as he was so focused on sending the letter in his pocket that he didn't notice anything else. Calling one of the school's owls down from its perch, Calvin quickly tied the letter to the bird's leg before sending it out the window. Yes, his movements were quick and he came off as suspicious, but the letter had been burning a hole in his pocket and he just had to get rid of it.

Edited

Must be Sournois

[ollie]

First Name: Oliver
Last Name: Henderson
Nickname: Ollie
Age: Sixteen

Appearance:
Ollie was never 'unatractive' as a teenage, just different looking then the other people where he came from. His long sandy brown, black, dark brown, blond hair covers most of his gorgeous face. Under his choppy colorful long hair is a baby faced boy. Dark brown, almost black eyes, gave the kids at his muggle school a very scary vibe. Which is really weird because they are full of love. <3 He has snakebites, small ear gages, and pretty white teeth.

Mistuh Henderson is pretty short, like about 5'4 maybe smaller. Which is very embarassing because he is always looking up at people. Even girls, which if he's on a date is very awkward. His skinny muscular body is usually covered in skinny jeans, band t-shirts, long sleeved t-shirts, and jackets. He keeps his arms hidden constantly, he refuses to not wear a jacket with a short sleeved shirt, scars from the past seem to haunt him.

It really had nothing to do with his family of five, Oliver just got mixed in with the wrong group of friends. He became a very heavy meth, and heroine user at a young age. Injecting it. He went nutso on his arms srcatching them till the felt like they were going to come off. So he has a lot of scars on his arms, not from cutting, but drugs. Which as of coming here he has been clean for two months. [:

History:
Growing up in France Oliver was blessed with his family of five. His mother and father, Cindy and Bob have been married for 25 years. Cindy is the magical one, Bob is the hardworking one, they like complete eachother in a way which is real nice. An older sister whom Oliver has become very protective over, guys go near her they answer to him. Which for such a small kid it isnt a good thing. And an older brother, who he couldnt be anymore different from.

Ollie is the youngest, not to mention the cutest, but surpisingly the youngest in this family doesnt get much attention. His sister and brother got most of it which he doesnt care but thats how his life sorta got messed up. At school, Oliver was always considered different then everyone else and he fit in with the different then everyone else people. Who were into drugs, drinking, parties, getting into troube. Not really Oliver but if it got him friends then alright.

At a party one night, he ingected his first shot of Heroine, he was maybe fourteen. Since then he has been addicted sense. That group of friends and doing drugs got him into a lot of trouble with the cops, his parents, at school. He got kicked out of school for fighting, he got picked up off street one night drunk off his ass by the police. Spent a couple of days in juvie, and another time he got caught selling weed. That put him back in juvie.

Really he was just a boy who wanted attention, even if it wasnt the good attention. You cant blame him. When his mom told him about him being half wizard or whatever he went into rehab trying to get his act together. And when they thought he was ready to be done with the place, he came to Beauxbatons. [: Where he has remained druggless for two months, and he's gonna stay that way.

Personality:
He loves to love and be loved. Its his new addiction. As much as he wants and loves attention he loves giving all the attention to someone else. When he first meets a person he likes to get to know them, and when he wants to know someone he wants to know everything about that person. He has a great personality, he's funny and very sarcastic. Most everything that comes out of his mouth is sarcasim, unless there is a serious moment.

He hates when people are sad, he does his best to cheer them up. He hates being alone, so any chance he can get he wants to be hanging out with someone and having fun. The longer he goes without friends the more of a chance he has of getting depressed. Around girls he is a bit more shy, and when he is around a girl he thinks is very attractive he is either very talkative to the point of babbling, or super quiet.

Ollie is somewhat of a flirt he just doesnt know it. When he likes a girl he wont ever admit it, and if he does it's probably because he's going nuts not letting that girl know. The chance of him having a girlfriend here is one in a million, he wont let himself have one, or let any girl want him. If he feels like a girl is getting close to him, he pushes her away, because knowing his stupidity the girls heart will get broken in the long run.

Oliver hates hurting people, hence the pushing girls away when he feels a good connection and wants to be around that girl more. He messed his family up with doing drugs, and he thinks he'll mess everythign else up. Though he does want a girl to love him and so he can love her, he's never actually had a real girlfriend before, he wants to know how that feels. To have someone to call yours. But he wont let himself feel that feeling.

Sample RP:
Oliver layed in his bed starring out of the window across the room his thoughts flooding of the amazingly terrible things the night had given him. It was four o'clock in the morning and he was just getting in, he was out longer with his friends then he intended to be. His dark brown eyes fluttered closed as he replayed the night in his mind. It started out great, he had an awesome chicken dinner with his family then his friend Jade came and picked him up.

He figured they were going to go to a movie like they aways do, but they ended up going to a party instead, when Ollie hopped out of the car he instantly knew it wasnt a good idea to be there. You see this was the house of the kid he got into a really big fight with a month or so ago, Alex... Ollie had a few drinks that night Alex touched Jade wrong and Ollie flipped out, long story short, they don't like eachother. "Jade what are we doing here?"

He asked walking around to the drivers side of the car opening the door for her. She hopped out of the car and slammmed her door shut locking it with the push of a button. She was much taller then Oliver so he was looking up at her as she wrapped her arm around his muscular shoulders. "Don't worry Ollie, it's a party Alex invited us... He swore to behave" she promised as she pulled him closer to her body in a one armed hug.

She smelled like strawberry's, he wrapped his arm around her tiny waist and leaned up kissing her cheek, "If he tries anything with you imma hurt him." Oliver liked Jade... A lot, he didn't like when people treated her bad alright. Entering the house he dropped his arm from around her waist at the same time she removed her arm from around his shoulders, his hands stuffed themselves into his gray skinny jeans almost instantly. Dark brown eyes scanned the place looking for Alex.

He was going to stay as far away from him as possible. Spotting him by a table getting himself a drink Oliver waved to Jade as he walked off in the other direction to a group of his 'friends' that were there. He smiled lightly when he got to them "Hey guys," He said over the stupid music that was playing. 50 Cent the boy was guessing. His friends just turned back to there conversation, glancing at him only a couple of times.

She seemed to fly through the sky as she landed on Olivers back giving his cheeks a million and one kisses, his face was as red as a tomato when she got off his back, it was Jade. [: "You arent supposed to leave me silly," She said pinching one of his cheeks, he moved his face away and shrugged. "Sorry, you were going over to Alex... I dun wanna see him" She frowned almost instantly.

He wrapped his arms around her wasit and pulled her into a tight hug, "I sorry I wont leave you again" She hugged him back, and the hug lasted much longer then it should have probably. When he took his arms from around her waist the next thing he knew her soft marshmellowey lips were pressed against his. Oh gawd no. His eyes were huge for a moment, before the shut and his hands found themselves wrapped around her again. He was kissing back. D=

When the pulled away Oliver stood motionless starring at the beautiful girl in front of him, he couldnt say anything. "Oliver? I really need to talk to you..." Her voice was quiet, he could hardly hear it over the music he just nodded and followed her as she pulled him throught the crowd of people to the outside. Shutting the door behind him, he sat down next to her on the porch looking out not saying anything... What could he say?

He heard the sound of a girl clearing her throat and he looked over at her, his eyes really big, "Oliver I'm in love with you..." and with that the boy stood up, pulling her up with him putting a hand on her cheek and bringing her face closer to his he gave her a kiss, it was nothing like the one they just had, this one was a goodbye one. Dropping his hand and taking a step back from her he looked down at the ground his hands going into his pockets.

"I love you too.... But I'm not gonna let you make the mistake of being with me." That was when he turned his back to her and walked away, all he heard her say was 'it wouldnt be a mistake' but it was sorta whispered. That was the night Oliver found out what love felt like, and what it felt like to loose the person he loved. He never spoke to Jade again. ]:

Just one little thing...the addiction? Does he still have it? Because there are to be no drugs and alcohol on the board.

no he doesnt. it was just something in his past. [x

Hmm, difficult. But...

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[Gabriel Wickham]

First Name: Gabriel
Last Name: Wickham
Age: 17
Appearance:
History: Gabriel's mother was a witch, and his dad was a vampire from a fairly strong clan. A union between the two seemed rather unfavorable since they were of different blood. After the clan found out that his father wanted to marry a witch, they tried to stop the marriage, but his parents persisted and forced themselves into a sort of exile from their families. However, they were welcomed back once they had a son, his older brother, Dominic. Dominic seemed to be everything that they could've wished for. Later, they had his sister, Michelle who was strong but not as strong as Gabriel would end up being. Gabriel was born two years later, and he proved almost right from the beginning that he would soon be able to beat the strength of his older brother and sister. When his parents took him to meet the rest of his family for the first time, they were immediately excited. They wanted Gabriel to be raised with them instead of in the "outside" world, but Gabriel's parents wouldn't hear of it.

This caused some dissention with the rest of the family (on his father's side), but they say they have accepted this decision. However, he must always be on guard in case they come to take him or his sister away. Other than that, his family is relatively "average." His family on his mother's side is supportive of the whole family and spoil their grandchildren quite a bit. He has a strong bond with both of his sibling. Although, he shares a great deal more with his sister because she has characteristics most similar to him. As a child, he found himself ostrasized at times from the other children because many were afraid that he'd bite them. However, he worked to build his credibility, so he was able to make friends as he grew up. Unfortunately, he ended up moving away from his home in Romania in order to attend Beauxbatons. He likes France, but he hasn't made many friends yet.

A few spots of sadness have dotted Gabriel's life for being a vampire isn't always the easiest. More than one of his friends and family members have been killed by people. Many don't trust vampires because they think of them as evil, blood sucking machines. Gabriel wants to help change that. One death he feels very strongly towards is the death of his childhood sweetheart. He never really talks about it, so the details are somewhat unclear. The only thing he will actually say is that his sweetheart was stabbed with a stake. How it came to happen is unsure. There have been a few family issues, but other than the killing of some people in his life, he has had a relatively peaceful childhood. His hope for Beauxbatons is to make some friends, learn as much as he can, and become a better musician at his parents' urgings.

Personality: Gabriel has many faces to his personality just like a diamond. For the most part, he's rather calm and tranquil. He delights in playing his guitar and violin as he is has a great love for music unlike his siblings. In fact, playing music calms him down when he gets into one of his moods. He's fairly patient with people, but he does have his limits. He has no patience with those that stereotype vampires or judge him before they know him. Although at times it doesn't seem like it, Gabriel has a good amount of intelligence. He loves to read, and he can be rather thoughtful and deep if he's recently read a certain book or passage that caused him to reflect on things. Gabriel is also fiercely loyal and protective of his friends because he knows how soon they can leave one's life. If anybody tries to harm his friends, you better watch out. He would chase an enemy of his friends around the world and back again. He's also very carying; Gabriel hates to see people cry and always tries to help.

While Gabriel can be very good, he also has a darker side. Many times, sarcasm is like his second language, and he can inadvertenly (or on purpose) hurt someone's feelings through his sarcastic nature. Sometimes, he also loses control of his emotions either anger or sadness. When he does this, he tends to throw things around and nothing but music can calm him down. Since he is part vampire, Gabriel is also drawn in by blood at times. Gabriel can be unusually harsh if he's in one of his moods and will turn away from the people he cares about. Another thing is that Gabriel doesn't trust very easily. While he can makes friends (even though he can be a bit reserved when you first meet him), he doesn't trust everybody that he meets. He is overly cautious at times which costs him friends and some other things in the long run.

A few extra tidbits of Gabriel's character are as follows. He is somewhat clumsy at times especially when he's just woken up. He can be quite the romantic although he doesn't show that to anybody but his significant other...when he has one. There are things he refuses to talk about, so he has an air of mystery surrounding certain things in his past. For the most part, he has a good sense of humor and will be quite outgoing. In order to really understand him, you have to know him.

Sample RP: Gabriel sat among some bushes that kept him hidden from unperceptive eyes that might pass through. He felt the breeze against his cheek as if it were coming from the end of a very long tunnel to finally reach him. His mind was not keeping up with things around him. Gabriel had just come here, and even though his siblings had gone before him, he just couldn't seem to make things jive the way he wanted them to. It felt rather strange to be on one's own. It was his own fault for not trying harder, but that didn't mean he hadn't stopped trying. He knew that he would make friends eventually. It just seemed a little hard at times as he was prone to urges concerning blood and such. He didn't want to bit his friends.

After a few moments of contemplating, Gabriel reached into the bag that was on the ground next to him. From it he took out a notebook and pen. Then, he flipped to a page that held a half written song on it. Setting those in his lap, he reached on his other side for his guitar. Carefully, he removed it from the case and lovingly took it into his hands. Some time had passed since he had last played it. He wondered if it would even sound the way it once had. It had been through a couple of hard moves, and it worried him to think of the things that could've happened to it. Luckily, all it needed was a good tuning. Soon, a small smile crept into his face as he struck the chords of his song.

The song had sat dormant for at least a month, but he still remembered it with great ease. As he played, new lyrics formed in his mind, and he was able to continue writing. Soon, he was in a world that only one other thing could take him to. Suddenly, no worries bothered him, and he felt a certain amount of bliss enter him. It seemed to him that his fingers moved of their own accord rather than being controlled by him. However, Gabriel didn't fight this feeling. Instead he welcomed it with some relief. His thoughts had been too clouded by other thoughts of late. Not thinking and not caring had some kind of solace hidden in it. The truth was that there was only one person that he really cared to see at the moment, but it didn't seem likely that she would appear out of thin air. After all, his sister was probably in Romania right now or some such place as that.

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[aurora]

First Name:
Aurora.
Last Name:
Monroe.
Age:
16.
Appearance:

History:
Aurora, known commonly as Aura, is only 16 years old. She lived in Transylvania all her life until now. Aura has always wanted to be something magical when she grew up. A vampire, werewolf, magician even. She had two parents who tragically died in a house fire when Aura was only 11. She grew up with her two sisters and younger brother. Her eldest sisters name is Alexa, she's 23. The next one down is Laura, 18. Then there's Aura and then Greg, 14. The family all lived in a tiny house until Aura decided it was time to leave and do something with her life. She likes to draw & take pictures mainly. Aura has three pets, Cerberus, her rotweiler. Unique, her pug, and then there was Linda, her Persian white haired cat. She also has a best friend whose name is Janice. But she still lives in Transylvania. Aura is a confusing and soft spoken girl. She keeps to herself and is never in anyones way. She hates drama and attention unless its positive. She's always wanted a place to go to fit in. Hopefully this is the place.
Personality:
Aura is a nice and quiet girl. She keeps to herself and always tries to help others. She nice and gives helpful advice to many people. She changes her hair color according to her mood. Her eyes can change colors as well. She is sweet and caring, yes, but mean and a b*tch when the time calls. She likes to sit somewhere and pick up a nice book and chill out to just read. She also likes eating anything that's edible. She is a very lazy person as well. She can sleep for weeks without being awoken. She loves, loves, loves, LOVES music. Her fave type of music is screamo and metal. If shes not singing, shes playing her electric guitar. Or her drums, =] She likes to joke around with people and laugh and have a nice time. She also likes being in shape and playing many sports. Music, sports and photography are her main lovers in life. She likes talking, she can talk for hours. Also, writing is her passion. She can write beautiful songs, music or just nice poems. Her life is on an easy flow right now, nothing bad has seemed to happen, yet.
Sample RP:

It was a cold, winter night. Aurora lie helplessly on the cold ground of her front porch. Her rapist left her there to bleed to death. She coked on her own spit and blood until she had made enough noise to draw attention to herself. "She... made him do... it." She whispered. He stared her down. She focused on his face, a pale, light ivory skin tone with mud brown eyes. His hair was thick and blond. She had seem him before, but where? She began to stroke his rosy red cheeks, then spoke softly once more. "It was... Lenna." She choked and her head rolled to her side, her arm slowly losing grip of his face. He caught her arm and began to preform CPR. "No! Aura, no! Please stay with me." One last, choked breath, and it was all over.

Could you add more to her personality? It doesn't help me sort her much...also, be aware that cell phones, or any muggle electronics, dont work at all on magical campuses. And there is to be no sexual content on the board (just as reminder, since some seem to not know for some reason).

Must be Rouerie

[ashley]

First Name: Ashley
Last Name: Hendricks
Age: 13
Appearance: Clicky

Ashley has bright orange/blonde/whatever else is in there hair which she is constantly noted for. Her hair is naturally red, but she dyes it simply because she often grows bored of her natural color. She is fair-skinned and has pale freckles on her nose and cheeks, which she used to wish she had grown out of but doesn't really care anymore. Her eyes are brown, nothing really special about them. She doesn't really wish for any other colored eyes because, quite frankly, it would look strange with her complexion and hair color.

As far as her clothing style goes, she is really quite individual. One day, if she wakes up and decides to wear bright green pants, she's going to wear bright green pants. Most of her clothing choices don't really match in the views of other people, but they go great together in her mind, which is all that really matters, anyways. She is a sucker for old, bulky jewelery and often wears about a million bracelets. She dresses for Ashley, not for anyone else.

You can refer to her signature as well if that wasn't enough.

History: Ashley was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. She loved Philly with her whole heart, and felt that the entire city was beautiful, even the parts over run with poverty and dirtiness. They simply expressed that everything has flaws. Her favorite past times were going to the Jersey shore for summer vacations with the family, and frequently visiting New York City.

She went to private schools for most of her life, even though the only real difference between the private schools and the public schools was the drug quality. Not so much in elementary school, but it would later start and Ashley's parents wanted to shy her away from the culture as much as possible. Ashley was never really close to her parents, and they were never very rich, but they got by just fine. She was never involved in any clubs or sports because her mother was too scared she would get a nasty sun burn and have skin cancer at an early age. Mothers...


She lived there until she was about nine, and then her parents randomly told her of her descent all in one day and that they were moving to France so that she could learn the language and attend school when she was of age. Ashley was then forced to stock up on tastykakes and pretzels and move to France, which she was so not looking forward to. This school better be good...

Ashley arrived in France, quickly decided she hated it, and then clung to her America past. There was some sort of school in Britain that she could also attend as an alternative, but she had already learned a year's worth of French and it wasn't refundable. So, she was pretty much stuck with going to Beauxbatons. She wondered how many tastykakes she could import from the states before she left.


She did pick up a bit about her parents while they were eagerly chattering about how excited they were about going to school. They had also attended Beauxbatons, and loved their school days there. It was actually at Beauxbatons that they first met. On her father's side, she had a lot line of pure wizarding families, but on her mother's there was a bit of a twist. Apparently she had some forgeign bloodtype in her, one to which she hadn't known actually existed -- mermaids.

The idea had never even seemed probable before but it did bring her back to her young school days when all of the other children would insist upon calling her Ariel, due strictly to her hair color. It had never really affected her, since she had lived in a city all her life and away from most forms of wildlife. But upon arriving in France, she was exposed much more to that sort of thing. She's discovered she has small power or two, nothing really extrodinary considering she's only thirteen and just discovered this trait about herself a few years ago. She can mildly communicate with fish and has an above average swimming ability...which is still pretty cool.

Ashley started school two years late basically because she is awful at French and her parents thought she would need the background. Oh well.

Personality: Ashley is a fairly cooky person. She likes to joke around and have fun. She is laid back to the point that she doesn't care about most things that she ought to care about, and has quite the creative mind. She is very intelligent and could pass a class with her eyes closed. Which she often does, due to her complete apathy toward her marks and, really, what anyone thinks about her. She can be a bit shy at first, which she really doesn't understand because after she decides to open up, she REALLY opens up.

Ashley loves arts of all sorts and has always been into that sort of thing, even as a child. Her interests include: writing (poetry as well as fiction books), photography, art, and music (all types, she doesn't like limiting an artist to a genre. Its like high school all over again.)

Unfortunately, there are a few major flaws to her. The go, in order from worst to least severe: The worst one is most definitely her anger, which can flare up at any give point for no specific reason (OCD, probably). She can be terribly impatient and anxious about certain things, especially health. Next, she is severely sarcastic and people often grow angry at her for this, which causes her to fight fire with fire and be nasty right back at them. She can be a touch protective over her friends and family. Last, she has the awful habit of biting her nails.

Overall, she is pretty easy to get along with, though she does have some very strange views on politics.

Sample RP: Ashley inspected her soft pretzels, lifting them carefully from the trunk to make sure they had not been smooshed on the journey. She turned them over. The salt on this one was unusually even, which bothered her quite a bit. She shrugged some, then began transferring the packages to the middle drawer on her dresser.

Ashley glanced around the dorm, peering at the unnaturally neat, already-inhabited bed. Her soft brown orbs flickered toward her own mess of clothes, smuggled goods, and books which was thrown lazily about her bed and side-dresser. It looked as though she was going to be sharing a dorm with someone that would hate her.

Ashley smoothed down her black shirt which had the words 'To Write Love On Her Arms' on it, exhaling deeply. She hadn't gotten around to much exploring of the campus, but she figured it would probably suck. The food may be good...it is France that has the good food, right? Whatever, Ashley didn't really think Beauxbatons would be counted as part of France. It was sort of like freaky school districts that are in New York, but actually belong to a district in Virginia. It was sort of like that.

But not really.

Ashley groaned from over analyzing, slamming her trunk shut, grabbing a Josephine Collective hoodie off of her bed and heading out for some fresh air.

Nice overall, but what of her heratige? It says in your profile on the side panel that she has mermaid blood: from which parent, how, and how does that effect her?

She doesn't actually have mermaid blood, I just picked a bloodtype randomly because I thought it was cool. But it sounds like a steller idea, so I'll roll with it! The edited bits are in a larger font then the other parts.

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[121132]

Name :: Lily
Last: Fawcett
Age ::[glow=red,2,300] 11[/glow]
Appearance:

History:Lily grew up in a little town called Frejaus. She lived with her parents 2 older brothers and her grandma. Her oldest brother enjoys sports and the youngest is very smart. Lily is smart too but in a different way a queer way. Her life growing up was not so great her parents hated that she was different.[glow=red,2,300] Her only salvation was her grandma. She was always there for Lily when her parents went off to cheer on her brother at the latest sports game or to the spelling bee. They might have tea or speak of the past. Lily always enjoyed this. Lily could make things happen when she was angry or jelous even when she was happy. One day she even gave her brother a cold when he a had a spelling bea so he couldn't talk. [/glow] Even though she was secseful in school her mom stopped sending her to school saying she was "too sick to go to school" and her mom started “home schooling” her. Really those school hours she was cooking and cleaning and being her mom's personal maid doing every thing she wished.
Personality: Lily is shy when meeting new people but after awile she isn’t so shy. She is always kind and respectful, unless her brothers are involved. Lily is very smart and catches on to things quickly. She likes to read because it is a home away from the nightmare she lives in. She hates going shopping and cooking, She also hates her family. When Lily in school she was a teacher’s pet and some would call her a suck up. She always strives for more to learn.[glow=red,2,300]One of her mother's pet peeves is that Lily is so clumsy and forgetful. She is always droping her mothers food or forgeting her wet spots on the floor and slipping on them. She is strong mentaly and physically. She also is very good at obeying orders[/glow]

Sample RP:
Lily reached under the sink for the bleach and pulled it up and squirted it into the sink. She took her rag soak with a mixture of bleach and water and started scrubbing the floor. When she was about half way done she heard a screeching sound coming from what she new of as an owl. She picked herself up and walked to the door to see if she could see this creature. The minute she opened the door a letter landed on her head. She grabbed it off her head and looked at the front.
To: Miss Lizzy Fawcett
5486 Remond St.
Eau Claire WI
From: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
Thinking this was a joke she carefully opened it. The letter explained that she was to be going to a school in France to learn Magic! She quickly ran up the stairs and into her lazy mom’s bedroom. “Mom, I just, um, I just got a letter from an academy. It it’s school in France here’s the letter.” She said handing the letter over while biting her lip. Her mom skimmed over it. “You will not be going. I need you here” Her mom said curtly. “Come on you have wanted to get rid of me for years and now that you have the chance you won’t let me go? Well you can’t stop me I will go it says that the train I am supposed to take leaves tomorrow. I am going” she said dertrimed on the outside but afrid on the inside. “your’e quite right, now that you are leaving why don’t you get a head start and leave today. You are no longer welcome in my home. You rotten person I disown you”


If she lives in America, how can she go to a French school? At the nearest she'd go to Hogwarts, and even thats a stretch. Please add more to the history and personality, since I cant do much with it as far as sorting goes.

Ok I changed somethings what I changed is in Red I hope this works.

[matildahawkes]

First Name: Matilda

Last Name: Hawkes

Age: 14 years old

Appearance:
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History: Matilda's mother was a witch, and father was a muggle. A half-blood, in short. When her mother met her father, she fell in love with him but was afraid to tell him in fear of being rejected becuase she was magical. But, as you can see, they got married with no bad blood on either family's side. So all her life they've been a tight family, bound by feirce loyalty and love.

So when her father died they fell apart. Many a night her mother and her would stay up and sob quietly, cursing the driver who had taken his life that cold winter's day. Through that Matilda grew strong, responsible, and slightly cold at the world. Ususally she was warm and friendly, but know she was coldly polite and rarely tried to get to know someone. She withdrew within herself, and when the perfect chance came to start over at her new school, she took it. She was guilty about leaving her mother, but as Ms. Hawkes was pregnant with a new son, and assured her daughter it was fine, and she would be strong.

Personality: Matilda can be cold and passing to peple she doesn't really know, and get be hard to get to know. Ever since her father died, she grew more afriad to know people well. She can be bitchy and unfeeling at times, which grants her a bunch of enemies. But she's really caring and sometimes wants to carry the world's problems on her shoulders. She can be the life of the party, and everyone is drawn to her, though they might be rejected more than gently.

Sample RP:

The snow drifted down like magic, and the sky was that pale blue gray that promised sun on the marrow. The trees were large and dark, and seemed like tombstones to a little girl staring by a 3-story window.

Her dirty blonde hair was messy and her 12-year-old face blotchy- like she had been crying for hours but didn't have enough tears to support her misery. Her long legs were tucked underneath her body, and she sat on the windowseat of the hospital, praying that whatever God could do, he could it do now. The white walls of the hospital gave off no emotion, and with her mother getting the results from the doctor, she was alone in an expressionless room.

But she wisher it would of stayed like that forever when her mother came into the room, tears leaking down her cheeks. Matilda ran to her mother and clung tight, burrowing her head in her mother's coat. Together, they cried, one silver tear after the other, until it seemed the walls were a little bluer, the sky a little grayer, from their unhappiness.

"My poor, poor Mouse." Cried her mother, sqeezing her tight. Matilda felt her heart tighten at her nickname, the one her dad always called her. She suddenly didn't want to hear it anymore, except from the ones she loved the most. Suddenly she had a thought.

"Mum! We're magic! We can heal him!" But her mother just fell to her knees, still hugging her child.

"No, sweetie. No, we can't."

Must be Rouerie

[big2mylou]

First Name: Robert

Last Name: Lightning

Age: 15

Appearance: Robert stands tall at about 6 feet 2 inches and weighs about 170 pounds. Very well built from his years of doing boxing, football and baseball. Obviously he is quite an exceptional athlete. He has brown eyes, and brown hair that he never brushes. If he does brush it, it must be a very special occasion. You'll always catch him wearing shorts, and his favorite football shirt on the weekends.

History: Robert is a half-blood wizard, who lived in the U.S. until he was 14. Roberts mom is the wizard in the family and his father is the muggle. Robert still to this day, doesn't know how is father reacted when he found out his mother was a witch but since they're still together it must have been alright. Even though Roberts mother knew he would be a wizard, she still signed him up for muggle sports. He began to play football(strong safety) and baseball(third and first base) when he was 7, and started to do boxing when he was 13. Robert loved boxing the most out of all three sports, there was something inside him that enjoyed hitting other people, and enjoyed it even more when he knocked them out. His record was 23 wins and 2 losses, with 17 wins coming by way of knockout. In his last fight, which was a loss, he broke his left hand when he tried to hit his opponent in the ribs, and hasn't fought since. Roberts mother recently taught him how to fly a broom and even though he likes the feeling of being up in the air, he still likes boxing more.

Roberts mother currently works at the Ministry of Magic, she works in the department of magical accidents and catastrophes and from what she tells me, she is very good with memory charms. My father is a mechanical engineer,and currently designs cars. So far Robert has no idea what he wants to do when he leaves school, mainly because he doesn't know all the possible careers.

Personality: Robert definitely has an in your face personality and doesn't shy away from a fight if someone challenges him. Although he never shies away from a fight, he also doesn't go looking for them. He hates to see others being picked on, and absolutely hates name calling. He always speaks the truth, even if people don't want to hear it, and always speaks his mind. Unfortunately he has a temper that tends to control him, when angry he never thinks his decisions through and usually gets in trouble.

Sample RP: Robert arrived at school extremely nervous, he had just moved here from the States and didn't know anyone. He looked down at his trunk and thought, at least I have my boxing gloves. As he approached the entrance he could see a few other students walking in but wasn't sure if he should introduce himself. Instead he just continued to walk minding his own business and as he got closer to the entrance he got more and more nervous. I wonder what house I'll get sorted into,I don't know much about this school, he thought to himself. Finally he got to the entrance and admired how nice the door was, "Nicest door I've ever seen," he said in an impressed tone; and then he finally walked into the school not knowing what to expect next.

Robert walked into his first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He walked in and sort of smiled at the students he passed, when he finally found an empty seat near the middle of the classroom. He quickly took out a piece of parchment and quill just in case the professor wanted him to take notes. Finally when the professor arrived he got a little excited, "I wonder what we'll be learning today," he told himself quietly. He quickly looked around to make sure no one had heard him and when he realized it was ok he began to take notes on what the professor was saying.

Must be Sournois

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First Name: Bryson
Last Name: Paramore
Age: 15
Appearance:

History: Bryson is assumed to be a pure-blood wizard from Paris. His life began in an orphanage, because that's where he was found at. Someone-his parents, a random stranger, whoever-placed Bryson on the doorstep and rang the doorbell one night, leaving only a note saying, "This is Bryson Paramore. Please take good care of him. Love, J.S." He stayed there for two years. After that time period, a loving couple whose names were Jaclyn and Malcolm Bognot adopted Bryson. They did not change his last name, however, because they felt that Bryson's name should be his decision and he could make that when he became older. Bryson had a relatively normal childhood from then on out. The question of his real parents came up, and Jaclyn and Malcolm were honest with him. It's always been a question in the back of his mind as to who J.S. could be, but he hasn't really felt the desire to research his genealogy further. Bryson is content in his home with the Bognots. He has lived a Muggle lifestyle, going to primary school for several years and even a few years of high school before he was enrolled into Beauxbatons.

Personality: Bryson is a bit on the silent side. He doesn't like to talk much unless you warm up to him first. Bryson is a very mellow and easygoing individual who doesn't let things get under his skin easily. He's an honest individual; it's a quality he prizes. He is always seen with a pen and a blue notebook that he calls his commonplace notebook. In it, he writes down random thoughts he has, facts about the people he loves, and even plans out adventures. There are even short stories, song lyrics, and doodles among the pages. His brain is always whirring with ideas.

Sample RP: Bryson strolled down the corridor to his next class. Double-checking the schedule that he had marked in his commonplace book, it appeared that Charms was his next course. Excellent. This should prove to be fun. He turned down another corridor and came upon his classroom, located in the second room to the left. He pushed aside the wooden door and carefully walked over to a seat about halfway to the board. He settled himself in, making sure to lean back a bit and arch his legs. Nice and comfy, he thought to himself. He took out some parchment for his notes, but he still kept the commonplace book near him in case he wanted to write down something that stuck out.

"Good morning, class!" he heard the Professor beckon. Bryson tightened his focus to her and started to take in every word that she said. He scribbled down notes when his ears picked up on something noteworthy. He brushed his curly hair aside a bit and sat up a bit straighter. Not bad so far. But I'm ready to begin on practical application. He adjusted the collar of his shirt and tapped his quill against the desk.

Must be Cossu