Sorting (Term Eight)

[ashlynnmoore]

First Name: Ashlynn (Felicity is her middle name)
Last Name: Moore
Age: 16
Appearance: Ashlynn stands at 5''4, not very tall for her age, with long light blonde hair, and fair skin. Her eyes are a striking violet color, which she gets from her mum. She has a slender, petite physique. In addition, she has a nose ring...which is quite out of her character. The only reason she got it, was because Norelle dared her to. Her smile is small, and soft, but suits her face perfectly. Her feet are also abnormally tiny, and she's quite self-conscious of it.

History: She is a pureblood wizard, and also half Veela. Her mum the one having Veela blood, and her father being a pureblood wizard.

Originally born in in Ireland, but moved to Cannes, France at the young age of 6. Her father also died when she was 6, which was the reason for her family to move to France, starting anew. They never found out what killed her father, it is forever an unsolved mystery. Once in France, she met Norelle Desari, whom after some time, she became close friends with. They are complete opposites, and yet are attached at the hip.

Her whole life she grew up around art, and music. At a young age she learned how to sing (having the voice of a Veela helps), her specialty being soprano, and can play an infinity of instruments, including the flute. She also picked up drawing, and can often be found sketching in her sketchbook. She tends to stay quiet about her drawings though, not wanting many to see them, she's unsure of herself, even though she's brilliant. The only people to this day, to see her sketch book are Norelle and her mum.

Personality: Ashlynn is pretty laid back, and not very outgoing. She keeps her head down in classes, and does her work. Ashlynn never raises her hand, public speaking is a fear of hers. She is soft spoken as well, that's why her and Norelle get along so well, Norelle leads, and she follows. She's normally neutral in most situations, a pacifist would be a good word to describe her.

An endearing quality of hers is that she's eternally optimistic, constantly trying to find the good in people. Always looking on the bright side of things, and hates seeing others upset. She is not very thick-skinned, and so it doesn't take much to make her sad, not that she would ever give anyone a reason to want to see her upset. Befriending others comes naturally to her, she does not have any enemies, as of yet and wants to keep it that way.

Being a Veela has been tough for Ashlynn. Since she is so soft-spoken, and being a Veela, many male eyes are usually on her. She tends to shy away from the lime light as much as possible. Also, she does her best to stay away from males, not wanting to accidentally use her Veela charms on them. She is constantly doubting herself, always assuming that if a male likes her, its only because she is half Veela, and not because of her personality. Also, she never sings in front of males, knowing very well what might happen. Ashlynn is a very happy-go-lucky girl, but can't help but loathe being a Veela, beauty was never something she wanted.

Sample RP:
Ashlynn slowly walked home from the neighbors house, dragging her feet along the pavement after each step. She kept her sketchbook pressed against her chest, her arms crossed over, as if shielding it. Why do I feel so weird...somethings wrong.... she picked up her pace, nearing her house, and saw the door open.

"Mum..." she called out in a nervous voice, hesitantly walking deeper into her home. "Mum...I'm back from Matilda's house...Mu-" she stopped talking when she saw the scene that lay before her eyes. Her father sprawled out on the floor, her mum draped over his lifeless body, sobbing. Ashlynn dropped her notebook, and fell to her knees.

"Ash..Ashyl.." her mum blubbered in between sobs, "I couldn't heal him..." she looked up at her daughter, her eyes pleading for forgiveness.

"Mummy! What happened?" she asked softly, tears welling up in her violet eyes. She looked over at her father, and a sob escaped her throat. Her mum shook her head, no words able to escape her lips. They immediately were in each others embrace, tears streaming down their delicate faces.

It must be Cossu

[shaun]

First Name: Alexandre (Beau)

Last Name: Desomaureux

Age: 16 years old.

Appearance:

History: On December 6th, 1991 in Montpellier, France, Alexandre Beau Desomaureux was born. He grew up living a good life, only had a few friends in his hometown, because well, he didn't need many friends to be happy. Alex's mother was the muggle. Her name is Rochelle Monique Desomaureux (neé Delaronté). She has light brown hair, and stands at 5'6. She was the one who stayed at home and took care of Alexandre when he was just a baby. This could be why he likes his mother more than his father, Nicolas Aaron Desomaureux. Both were born in France, Rochelle in Nice, Nicolas in Paris. Nic is a strongly built man of 6'3, with dark brown hair (which Alex inherited). His father works over in London in the Ministry of Magic as an Auror. Being a half-blood wizard himself, Alexandre
knows how it feels being picked on for having a "dirty" blood line. He thinks it's remarkably stupid, and thinks the people who talk trash about another person's blood line are pathetic and have nothing better to do than to pick on people about something worthless (although blood is required).

Personality: Alexandre is a nice person, generally caring to most people, and all animals. The only animals he is afraid of, are crabs; The freaky crustaceans. He's usually even nice to the people who talk crap about him, except, if it's really bad, he'll talk rudely, but in a polite manner of course. The only time Alex'd be in a bad mood, would be if it was a really great friend who stabbed him in the back. For the people that know him, or anyone, although Alex is French, you can easily interpret what he's saying. But you can still hear his accent which takes over most of his voice.

Alex is a really friendly person. He loves to meet knew people, and make more friends. Rarely does he dislike or hate a person. If in a case Alex doesn't like you, he probably won't tell you. He'll still listen to you, taking in everything. Alexandre loves to be polite. When talking to someone he dislikes, Alex's mood will be slightly different, so you can tell somethings wrong. Nothing much other than that. He's not much of an athletic, but he does like to take a nice swim once in a while.

Sample RP:

Alexandre walked into Beauxbatons; his new school. He hadn't really met or known anyone, because he had moved a few times to get to the city. He walked into the entrance, looked around, then said to himself, "Wow...this place is magnificent" Alex was amazed at all of the people, and the place surrounding him. There was so much around the room! Alex was very surprised. He hadn't really expected this much effort put into a place like this! It was so awesome!

He looked at his schedule and saw that Transfiguration was first on the list. He followed the instructions of everyone on where to go to get to the Transfiguration Classroom, until he finally reached his destination. Alex entered the bright and clean room to find many objects around it, and other students already in the room, in a seat. He sat next to someone random, and looked down onto the desk. Unless someone spoke to him or something interesting happened, nothing could make him lift his head.

After a while of boredom, he heard the door open and close. Alexandre looked up and saw the Professor standing there in front of the class. The professor, who hadn't told the class their name yet, was looking around, staring at everyone sitting before them. "Good morning class!" the professor smiled widely as they were still looking at everyone.

Hmmm.... I think you need to add more to your personality and possibly lengthen your RP. Thanks.

Okay fixed. I hope it's better..

Must be Rouerie

[norelle]

Name:
Norelle Jacqueline Desari
Age:
16
Appearance:

History:
Sebastian Philippe Desari's parents had forced him into marrying his semi-beautiful cousin, Marielle. They had told him over and over they did not want filth running through the course of their grandchild's veins. Marielle and Sebastian had been best friends since they day they had been born, being only a couple years apart, but they did not want to involuntarily marry each other. Sebastian had his eyes set for one woman, and one woman only, Pénélope Bellamont.
Pénélope Bellamont was a muggle, born and raised in the heart of Cannes. Sebastian's family had moved to Cannes when he was about seven, for his parents had to get away from some 'personal business' back in Paris. Since the day Sebastian's eyes fell on Pénélope, he grew quite fond of her. He wouldn't admit it, of course, but he knew he was falling in love. The only person he could trust enough to tell was his cousin, Marielle. Marielle, being the stubborn pureblood she was, didn't approve of her. But she was loyal enough to keep her cousin's secret.. no matter how indecorous it was.
Before the wedding could ever happen, Sebastian ran off with Pénélope, whereabouts unknown. No more than a year later, on April 16, Norelle Jacqueline Desari was born. For a few months, they happily lived together, depending on each other for every need. Both of their parents had given up looking for them.
Shortly after, Sebastian's pureblood instincts began to kick in, realizing what he had done. Pénélope pleaded for him to stay, but Sebastian refused. He decided the only way to settle it was to place a memory charm on her, ridding all her memory of him and Norelle. To his surprise, it worked. He came back to Cannes and married Marielle as his parents wished. Norelle grew up to believe Marielle had been her real mother, for Marielle had treated her as her own. She brought her up, teaching her the proper etiquette and mannerisms of a real pureblood. Norelle learned to prize her blood status, holding it over other people's heads. To this day, Norelle has yet to find out about her real mother.
Personality:
First impressions were never any good to her. Norelle always seemed to come off as a stuck up little prat. But honestly, she wasn't totally like that. Maybe it's the permanent smirk etched onto her face, or the way she's always so sarcastic. But it seems people never take the time to get to know her. The only person to ever see her true colors is her childhood friend, Ashlynn Felicity Moore. Since Ash had moved next door (where Norelle's biological mother had once lived) they have been glued at the hip. Around her, Norelle is as nice as she could possibly.. most of the time. When not around Ash, Norelle will be rude to the first victim she sees, regardless of their blood status. Ashlynn is the only person that could ever really set her straight.
Given the right blood status and physique that meets her standards, Norelle can be somewhat of a flirt. Honestly, she can't help it. It just comes naturally. Although she may be quite rude, Norelle likes to keep to herself. Or rather, likes to keep to herself, but doesn't all the time. Her spoiled childhood makes her think she could get what she wants, no matter how difficult the obstacle.
Being around Ashlynn, Norelle picked up some of her creative outlook, stashing a small sketchbook in her bag she always carries around. Although she won't admit to being good, she wouldn't mind showing off her personal masterpieces.
Sample RP:
That's a bit pathetic, isn't it?
Norelle sat in her own secluded booth, in a quaint little pub, patiently waiting for Ashlynn to arrive. Sipping on her goblet of pumpkin juice, Norelle eyed the fairly obese man hacking up a storm. Her lip curled up in disgust as she pushed herself closer against the wall, moving further away from the him.
She rolled her eyes and averted her attention elsewhere in the building. Her eyes fell on gorgeous, dark haired boy on the other side of the room, chatting away with friends. A small smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth as she stared him up and down from afar.
Hellooo..
She made sure to catch his attention, looking up every five seconds, checking to see if he was looking back. No such luck. He looked completely engrossed in his small group of friends, laughing away their surroundings. Norelle leaned back and sighed, deciding there was no point into putting any more effort into this one-way flirting session. Being her clumsy self, Norelle moved a little too quickly, knocking her goblet of pumpkin juice onto her brand new silk blouse.
"Ahh.. DAMN!" she bellowed, all eyes in the room on her and her orange blotch. Norelle looked up at the boy across the room.
Now I catch his attention?!
"What rubbish.." Norelle muttered under her breath, sitting back down and sinking as far as she could in her seat.

Must be Sournois

[vall]

First Name: Valerie
Last Name: Pumpkin
Age: 13

Appearance:

History: When Valerie was a little girl she was living with her parents: Bella and Vall Pumpkin in Yorkshire. They were a happy family, but something was bad. Valerie's parents were Death Eaters. She didn't know that because she was too young. They lived in a big house... a gorgeous house. She remembers that, often, she drew pictures with her mom and dad and they loved her so much for this.Every Christmas was so important for Valerie. Even her parents were gone on the first part of the day, Valerie was playing with the nanny.

She loved and she still loves listening to songs. Her dad Vall brought her, one night before, he and Bella, were caught and taken to prison. Valerie was so happy. The next day she woke up very sad even she didn't know why? Her aunt Nancy and her uncle Lucian had come at their noble home along with her cousin Mumbling, who was extremely annoying. She played with him all the day and then she heard her aunt Nancy screaming in the huge living room. She put down all her toys and run straightly into the living room.

She looked around ... searching for her parents but she didn't see anyone, excepting the servants and her uncles. Aunt Nancy was her mother's sister. When she saw her aunt crying she ran at her and she picked her in her little arms. Valerie asked her why she was crying and they told her that her parents were caught and taken into Parisian. After this incident Valerie never saw her parents again. She started living with her aunt and uncle and of course her cousin in London.

Her house... her beloved house was left completely alone. After she grew up, she was a very clever witch and she learned magic from her uncles, they were pure-blood too, so it was perfectly normal. She waited for her letter so much, or one way she could know if it is time for her to enroll at Beauxbatons, the Magic Academy from France. She has been so exciting since her cousin was accepted too.

Personality: Valerie is a brave girl after all she endured in her past, and she is an extremely intelligent witch. She likes very much to study and of course she loves to make new friends, but she never forgets her old friends. Sometimes she can be Cruel, without having any intentions. She has also a big heart and she could never become a Death Eater at least while her parents are still in prison. She is extremely calm but she also can faith when she learns bad things. Sometime she likes being a bad girl but sometimes she is good. She likes to study a lot and she loves readding. She loves to take good grades at school. Sometimes she likes to paint, but very rare.

Sample RP:
One day after she cried so long, she was close to the truth... Even her uncles don't want her to know the truth... she knew deep in her soul that it was important. She went into the living room along with Rose, the daughter of one of the cooks. They were best friends. Somewhere in the mansion was hidden a secret room. Rose told her that it was strictly forbidden to go in there but she also knew where it was located. Valerie liked troubles...she loved them more exactly.

She though that in there she would learn a lesson, or she'd discover the truth about her parents? In one night when her uncles went out in the city, Valerie took Rose with her and they went in the FORBIDDEN TOWER. Everything was so exciting but until they faced the terrible side of the house: THE FORBIDDEN TOWER. There wasn't clean any more and everything was becoming darker and darker.

At least they arrived at the nightmare of Valerie. Now she' face the truth. In the room was a terrible woman..She seemed very old like a "granny". This lady helped her to know the big secret: the origin of her beloved family: that her parents worked into the ministry and they were also serving the Dark Lord! She fainted and when she woke up she was in her bed with Rose.

It was late in the night when her uncles got home. Poor Rose.. she had to wake up Valerie in a hard way. They agreed to not tell this incident to no one. The girls took a book in their hands and started to read quietly. When aunt came in the room, she so only two girls who were reading in Valerie's bed. In the next day Valerie was feeling so bad, because she couldn't move her right arm. Everything turned into bad now.

It was absolutely gorgeous outside only that Valerie couldn't move. When Rose came at her, they started to think what kind of excuse they say to her family, maybe she could invent that she was sick or something like that, but it wasn't enough.

Watch your punctuation. You keep doing this , there shouldn't be a space before a comma, period and so on. You also forgot some of them. I fixed a few. Add more to your personality and I can sort you.

Fixed.

Must be Rouerie

[nicholas]

First Name:
Nicholas

Last Name:
Hart

Age:
Sixteen

Appearance:


History:
Nicholas is an American, through and through. He was born in Newark, New Jersey. Like most kids from Jersey, he's got the accent that comes along with living in the area for so long. He made is entrance into the world and a cold day in January, much to his mother's surprise, seeing as he wasn't due to arrive until Valentine's day. Yes, he was born a wee bit early. Nine pounds and six ounces, he was pretty healthy baby boy, other than the fact he was severely suffering nicotine withdrawal. His mother, Nicole and father, Parker, were quite proud of their baby. To be honest with you, the couple hadn't exactly meant to have Nicholas. The only reason Nicholas happened to come along was Parker had been visiting Paris and met Nicole. They had been so drunk they couldn't see straight, so I'm supposing you can guess what that led to, right?

As soon as Nicole found out she was to have a child, she told this nineteen year old kid, she barely even knew that it was his. So what did Parker do? Asked Nicole to marry him naturally. There was no way in hell that any kid of his was growing up without a father. Nicole agreed for her unborn child's sake. After their marriage, the newly weds found a comfortable house in Newark, New Jersey and settled down, awaiting the day when their child would be born.

After a while, oddly enough the two fell crazy in love. They pretty much adored each other, so you could say the Harts were one big happy family. Like every other young family out there, they had problems financially. Hell, Nicholas was probably the only thing that kept them from murdering each other throughout those years when things were tough. He was the light of their lives, to put it simply. Three years after his birth, they were finally straightened out with their finances.

A few months after, Nicole found out she was pregnant again, this time with a girl, Around this time, Nicole decided France was calling for her, and so off they went to France. Nicholas didn't like France all too much. He liked American much better. He had to learn how to speak French first off, which was a tough challenge for him. And he had to speak it in school, which he figured was the worst thing ever. At age eleven, he received a letter from some place call Beauxbatons. A boarding school. Of course, Nicole's mother wanted him to attend as she had. So he has been at Beauxbatons ever since.
Personality:

For the most part, Nicholas is a total sweetheart. Though, he does have a harsher side to him. He's brutally honest. Even with his closest friends, that's the thing that people seem to dislike about him. He'll tell you the stuff you don't want to hear, but need to. Like, for example, he will tell you your boyfriend of seven years is cheating on you if he knows it to be a fact, weather you want to know, or not. He's also got a bit of a temper, too. Generally though, it takes a lot to to set him off. But I'll tell you straight up, if Nicholas has had a bad day, and you try to start s**t with him, he won't hesitate to cuss you out :]. Another thing about Nicholas is that he's pretty freakin' gorgeous and he knows it. So he can get a bit cocky. He flirts about twenty four seven, too. With anyone and everyone. Male or female. He can't manage to stay in one relationship for too long either. He girl [or boy] has been able to capture his heart enough to get him to settle down. Because of this, he has broken many, many, many hearts. Yup he's a p l a y e r. He doesn't deny that little fact either. If someone were to come up to him and ask him if he was one, he wouldn't bother to lie about it. Let's face it, his true colours would come out soon enough anyways.

When Nicholas meets someone new, he comes off as a shy, awkward teenager. When you really get to know him though, you'll come to realize he's anything but a shy and awkward teenager. Like any kid his age, his life pretty much revolves around music. Sooo, it's pretty likely you will see him in some type of band tee or something like that. Nicholas is pretty damn smart, though he doesn't take time trying to prove it. He could be and A plus student,but really he doesn't see the point, so his grades are generally in the B/C range unless he particularly likes the subject he happens to be studying.

Sample RP:

"Oooooh, Nikkkkiiiiii."

Nicholas's eyes fluttered open at the sound of his sister's voice. Did she have to call him Nikki? Gosh, it was amazing people didn't figure he was a girl when his little sister, Aimee, talked about him. "Yes, Aimee," Nicholas said his voice barely above an audible whisper, as usual. "Get up!" That simple, yet cherry commandment did nothing more than cause Nicholas to roll his eyes, and turn over in his bed, snuggling with his blankets. Right at that moment, Aimee threw the dark curtains clinging to the glass surface said. Nicholas released an audible groan, pulling his covers over his eyes, shielding them from the blinding light. Nicholas swore that girl was crazy sometimes. "C'mon Nikki," came Aimee's soft whine. "You promised we could go to the mall together today." Nicholas heaved a light sigh. Indeed he had promised. Nicholas knew good and well that if he and Aimee didn't go to the mall, he would never hear the end of it. Aimee would go moping around the house all day, and when their mother got home she would go whine to her and then his mother would demand why he hadn't taken her.

It wasn't that he minded taking her. Actually, he liked taking his little sister out places, just so they could hang out. It was just the fact he was pretty tired, was all :]. Yeah, Nicholas and Aimee were pretty closed despite the fact they were four years apart. Then again, if you're stuck together for a majority of the day five days a week, you learn to like who ever you're with. Well, that was the way Nicholas thought of it, anyways. "What time is it, Aim?" Nicholas inquired, his eyes, shut obviously deep in thought. "Twelve twenty." Nicholas sighed again, deciding he should probably get up. "All right, hurry up and get ready, I'll be out in a few minutes." A squeal of delight escaped Aimee's lips, and she darted out of his bedroom.

Nicholas chucked to himself, shaking his head slightly. Stretching, he yawned widely. Boy, he had the feeling today was going to be a long day. Dragging his feet as he went, Nicholas walked over to his closet, grabbing a random pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Quickly his pulled his t-shirt over his head, and slid his jeans on. Normally, he would have probably showered first and done his hair and stuff, but hey, he was in no mood this morning.

BEEPBEEP!

Nicholas rolled his eyes, staring at the ceiling as if it would solve all his problems. Well, apparently Aimee had found the keys to his car. Lovely. "I'm coming," Nicholas muttered to himself, grabbing his wallet and shoving it in his back pocket, Nicholas exited his bedroom, jogged down the stairs taking them two at a time, and exited the house. As usual, Aimee was sitting in the front seat. As Nicholas opened the driver's side door, Aimee began to speak, "Can I drive Nikki?" Nicholas rolled his eyes at his little sister. She asked him that question every single time they went somewhere together. "When you're fifteen," he replied, "now move" he demanded, pointing to the passenger's seat. Without another word, Aimee moved to her seat, and Nicholas climbed in shutting the door behind him. Backing out of the drive way, he sped off toward their destination: The mall.

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I kinda don't get this... "other than the fact he was severely suffering nicotine withdrawal." But just know that you aren't allowed to RP smoking. I also fixed your image, it wasn't showing up and so I could sort you I put in an image from your sig.

Must be Rouerie

[nhampersand]

First Name: Bahj

Last Name: Thorn

Age: 16

Appearance: Average height for his age, Bahj is slightly thin but still about average weight. Hair is dark brown with a light red tint. His skin is very pale, with some freckles on his cheeks. His eyes are an aqua blue but often go unnoticed because he usually has his eyelids at a lazy half-mast.

History: Bahj is the son of Karen Etherhill and Timothy Thorn. His mother being a muggle-born witch, now a homemaker, whereas his father was a runaway from an elitist pure blood family, now a caring mediwizard. Because of his parents pasts, Bahj grew up in a very accepting environment, thinking nothing of the differences between blood purity and race, only that good people were good people. Bahj's parents have always put pressure on him to do his best, so he's excited for his education at Beauxbatons and is very willing to be the best.

The Thorn family has a small cottage home in the south of France. Bahj's mother often sits in the garden and sketches what she sees. Bahj always wanted to be able to draw like her, but gets frustrated with his lack of skill, so instead writes lines of poetry to accompany her many illustrations. Over the years he's amassed quite a collection which he chooses to line his walls with, instead of using visual art.

Personality: Bahj is a quirky person, making a lot of outlandish comments in order to get a rise out of people. He's very understanding and has the potential to be anyone's best friend, if they get along well enough. He is very accepting of people, judging them by their actions instead of where they come from. Bahj views magic as a great asset, and is very eager to learn as much as he can during his time at Beauxbatons.

Bahj does what he can to apply magic whenever it might be useful. Because of this his repertoire of spells is quite large, and he can be seen casting even the most insignificant of them at almost every turn. His personal motto is, "Why carry what your wand can for you?" He's most interested in Charms, and least interested in potions. Bahj is highly impatient and feels like he can't take the time to chop and stir ingredients to get the effect he wants, when a simple incantation can do something similar. Bahj is very frightened by the dark arts and doesn't like it when people joke about cursing those they don't like. Because of this he plans to pay plenty of attention in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Sample RP: Bahj dropped his pile of dusty tomes on a library tabletop. He looked down at them, shocked and disturbed by the shear girth of the books he was expected to study from, wondering why a place seething with magic has nearly decomposing learning materials. A few book-repairing spells later, he was busily studying charms. As Bahj turned the many pages of the dusty tome, a small slip of parchment slid out and landed on the desk beside his stack of books. The parchment looked new, and the folds in it fresh. He unfolded it and read aloud to himself, "Meet outside the lavatory near the statue of the haggard old witch on the second story at noon sharp." Down beneath that, he noticed a quickly scratched final sentence, "P.S. Don't forget your wand!"

Overcome with an insatiable curiosity, Bahj quickly bound his books together and placed them in his school bag. He wasn't totally sure where the lavatory mentioned in the note was located but he figured he could find his way there quick enough. He nearly threw himself down the stairs, but slowed his pace after meeting the eyes of a startled prefect. He found his way to a hallways full of statues and stopped to examine one of a witch he would describe as "quite haggard". Unfortunately there didn't seem to be a lavatory anywhere nearby. Bahj slumped against the wall, frustrated in his excitement, wondering if making a fool of himself was worth this. He began to consider heading straight back to the library, in the hopes his favorite spot had not yet been taken, when he heard a soft rumbling. Putting his ear against the cold, stone wall, Bahj heard the sound of many stone bricks sliding against each other. He stepped back, alarmed, to find the wall re-assembling itself into a doorway, leading down a dusty, dark hallway. Intrigued, Bahj entered.

Must be Rouerie

[isabelladubua]

First Name: Mia
Last Name: Dubua
Age: 14
Appearance:

History: Mia was born in Seattle, New York to Jacqueline Puree and Alexandre Dubua, both of whom are Pure-bloods. Her parents were moved to America when they were both teenagers, but when they were married, they both decided to move to their old shared hometown of Paris, France. She grew up in an elegant home with her three younger sisters: Celeste, Alexis, and Adrienne. Mia's young life was filled with the most expensive and renowned tutors and nannies as her parents were never home. Her parents made the decision long ago to send her to Beauxbatons when she came of age.

Personality: Mia is a very caring and passionate person. During conversations she tends to drift off and very often says random things that have nothing to do with the topic at hand. She is a writer, and has a very overactive imagination. Mia also has a passion for music and art. She can play the piano and carries her drawing pad everywhere she goes. Her tutors always found her an exceptional study and gifted in the arts. Mia is a very likable person, but can seem very crazy before you get to know her.

Weaknesses: Math, Science, History, Violin, Paying attention, cleaning, and organization.

Sample RP: Mia sat at a desk in a room with only her tutor for company. The tutor was standing at the front of the room going on about something or other. Meanwhile Mia was staring at the drawing pad set out on her desk. She had been doing a very complex portrait of a character in her latest short story.

"Mia, what is it we have here?" Her tutor asked as he snatched the drawing pad off the desk. She had been so preoccupied with her drawing that she hadn't heard him stop droning and walk up to her. Mia sat at her desk with perfect posture awaiting her punishment for not paying attention.

Much to her surprise, her tutor gave her a small smile and said, "Mia, while this is an exceptional drawing, this is not the time for you to be doing it. Now, I will ask you to please pay attention and I will give this back to you at the end of class."

She was immensely worried about being separated from her drawing pad, as she carried it everywhere. However, she knew she was lucky to be spared further punishment. "Yes, sir." She said to her tutor, ever keeping her charming smile on her face.

Before I even read your sorting application you must change your name in your profile to match the name in your application. Then you can be sorted.

My name on the application is the same as the name in my profile.

You have: miadubua ... it should be: Mia Dubua ... It looks much more neat that way and everyone has to do it.

Sorry about that, I thought I'd already modified my display name, apparently I forgot to do it.

One question: Is Mia short for Isabella? Just never heard that before. And second, you just created a Mary Sue. She's too perfect. Give her flaws.

Yes, Mia is short for Isabella, I have a friend named Isabella and we've always called her Mia, don't know why. And, I added a Weaknesses section above the Sample RP

You're really, really walking the line on this one. She still feels too perfect to me, so please understand that when you RP you RP her dont make her simply...well, just dont make her perfect. She wont be liked by everyone. Please remember that.

Must be Cossu

[artemismoon]

First Name: Lunette
Last Name: Lefèvre
Age: 16

Appearance:

History:
Evadne and Bastien Lefèvre welcomed into the world a smiling baby girl with bright green eyes, so luminous that they seemed to glow with a light all their own. She was christened Lunette meaning "small moon" but she would always be "Bright Eyes" to her father. Her family was a loving one in her formative years comprising of two doting parents and her elder sister, named Coralie, separated in age by only a year.

This was idyllic harmony was not to last however, tragedy struck the Lefèvre's when Lunette was only 5 years of age. Evadne was killed by a Death Eater in a disastrous case of mistaken identity. Unconvinced that similar tragedies would not befall his family, Bastien swore to distance himself from the wizarding world. He packed up his home and young daughters and made a new home for them in a Muggle community in the South of France.

Bastien left the learning of magic to his daughters themselves, providing them with books and a few words of caution and advice here and there. Lunette was drawn to the art of Herbology and spent much of her time working in their gardens, although she is admittedly a novice in the study. Lunette also has the "talent" of being an Animagus, the result of ardent instruction from her Animagus mother before she died. Her "talent" in this however comes with the distinct drawback of being often beyond her control (see RP sample).

An incident that occurred with Lunette at her public Muggle school forced Bastien to reconsider his position of distance from the Wizarding world. He now understands the need of formal study for his daughters to reinforce each of their particular gifts and curb some of their more unfortunate deficiencies. With a reluctant heart and some misgivings, he has allowed the pair to accept invitations to the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Personality:
Lunette is a girl of above average intelligence, but falls short of anything resembling genius or brilliance. She enjoys school but will only devote her full attention to the studies which interest her. Due to her quiet nature she has a unique way of being overlooked by both classmates and teachers.

She is shy to a fault and doubts herself in social situations. However, anyone who can get past her initial timidity will discover that she is a loyal and kind hearted soul with a defined sense of right and wrong.

Lunette often prefers the company of her books and plants to actual people as she finds she understands both infinitely more than human interaction- which usually leaves her in a state
of confusion.

Sample RP:
On a crisp Autumn day Lunette sat alone under a tree working on a bit of last minute homework. Around her students were busy with activity; walking briskly to classes or laughing together in groups. They scarcely noticed Lunette sitting quietly. A handsome boy with golden hair and a friendly open face walked among them, scanning the crowd. With a disappointed look he sat on the grass and glanced at his watch. Suddenly he noticed Lunette,"You're Lynette aren't you? I think you're in one of my classes."

Lunette inhaled sharply, unaccustomed to being spoken to especially by someone so handsome. "There's no y," she said in her lyrical manner, "it's a u." She covered her hand to her mouth immediately to chastise herself. 'Stupid!' She thought to herself, 'Why did you say such a thing? He's sure to find you more strange than he may already with such a queer response.'

"I'm sorry?" He questioned with a look of surprise. "My name is Lunette, not Lynette," she started slowly, searching her brain for a clever remark or little joke to lighten the mood but nothing came. "Terribly sorry," he said and the two continued to chat in an awkward manner. He talked and she merely listened, mustering up the courage to look him fully in the eye for a second or two before looking away.

"Collin!" cried a shrill voice moving toward them, "Where the devil have you been? What are you doing?" The questioning face belonged to the most popular girl in their class who was now surveying Lunette with evident distaste. "Mindy I was just looking for you when I came across Lynette here," Collin said casually as he stood to join her. Lunette felt a quick jab of pain. 'He didn't listen to me at all, he didn't even catch my name,' she thought gloomily.

"It's Lunette," she whispered softly, the name dying on her lips as she spoke it. Neither Collin nor Mindy heard her and were now talking quite intimately to one another. 'They're talking like I'm not even here,' Lunette thought with mortification, 'Oh how I wish I wasn't.' Her cheeks grew crimson as she furtively looked for a place to run to. She felt the urge to rise with every second of chatter.

Then, it happened. Lunette's form quickly changed, in her place slinked a silvery ferret with large and very familiar bright green eyes. A sigh of relief came to Lunette as she felt she had escaped, however inadvertently. Shock soon followed as she stared at Collin's boot, now at eye level, and the other shoes rushing her way. Lunette, who was seldom noticed, now had all eyes on her.

Could you please fix your RP Sample. You don't need to start a new paragraph after every sentence or two. It's kinda distracting. A paragraph is 5-7 sentences. Thanks.

*Fixed* Sorry about that- I wrote it in Notepad and it made the spacing kind of wonky when I pasted here- I fixed it in all the first parts but skipped over the RP.

Must be Rouerie

[erikdeantione]

First Name: Erik
Last Name: DeAntione
Age: 17

Appearance:
Erik has had a very tall and lanky bulid since his childhood. He stands at a solid 6 feet, his torso making up most of his body. Even though he played football as a boy, he never got much muscle on his arms, though he has muscular legs. He always thought that he had an appealing look, and he was mostly right. Or his confidence in himsel made him look attractive. He has large, coal black eyes, and most of the time, you'd see him squinting because of his poor eyesight. He has black hair that has faint streaks of dark brown in the sunlight. He has high cheekbones. For some reason, he had never liked his ears, though there is no physical mutation visible. As far as clothes go, he goes for a laid back, relaxed look. Never really caring much as what people think. He has a rather odd taste in style, though. Sometimes, you may spot him with a band t-shirt with a suit jacket and jeans. He wears normal shoes, and has a preference for Nike and Adidas sneakers. In short, he goes for the bad-boy look.

History:
Born in a wizarding community in Scotland, he was always fawned over by family friends because of his pure-blood status. The parents of others told their children to be nice to him, as it could benifit their family in the future. Erik's mother, Lucia, and his father, Marcus, were very strict about friendships and relationships. They had always had a vendeta against muggle-borns, as some no-good muggle teenagers had found it fun one night to throw rocks at the DeAntione family's windows. Now, the parents refuse to have anything to do with muggles, no matter how nice they seem.

In his younger years, Erik had been upset to be the youngest of 4 kids, but he soon realized thta he could use it to his advantage. In school, he began to blame missing homeworks on his brothers, saying that they ripped his folders apart while he slept. His charming smile and ability to cry on the spur of the moment let him get away with everything. Even his sister, Alicia, who knew him best, would get fooled by his act. Erik loved life, and he wouldn't give it up for anything. No matter how many times he blamed things on his brothers Anthony and Conor, he still loved them. He was a happy child, and no one could take that away from him.

When Erik turned 13, things took a turn for the worst. The positive point was that he learned, to his parents ecstasy, that he was a wizard, even though they all knew it would happen. The tragic news that spoiled the joy was that Alicia had been diagnosed with lukiemia. At that point in time, wizard doctors couldn't fix anything. Even now, they still have trouble. At first, Alicia was the same, bubbly and happy. But year after year, the life slowly drained out of her, until in the summer of her 18th birthday, she died. The whole family mourned for their amazing daughter. She had friends, dreams, hopes, and goals, and she had every oppurtunity in the world, but she was gone. For the first time in his life, Erik couldn't get what he wanted. More than anything in the world, he wanted to see his sister's warm smile again. He missed her, and he would never see her face again.

The DeAntiones started making stricter rules. No going outside after 9 o'clock, no sleepovers, and even no candy besides holdiays. But, none of these compared to one rule: No going outside when it snowed. Everyone in the household new that Erik loved the snow. More than anything he like to throw snowballs at people. Yes, it sounds odd, but he had an obsession with pelting snowballs. Even though their precious son loved something, his parents would do anything to keep their children from getting hurt, even if that meant hurting them on the inside. Some people admired them for it, others called them crazy. Even though Erik was inspired by his parents hard work, it was too much for him, and he went back to his old self. To the time when he would tell people what to do, and expect it to be done, except this time, it wasn't childish bullying, it was manipulation.

His parents always gave Erik the freedom every kid dreamed of; he was able to drive a Ferrari, even though he was too young to drive. He had 12 credit cards, all of them linked to his parent's account, and his own guest house. What happened when you put them all together? He moved out. Even though it was only across the street of their 100 acre yard, it meant something. This was kind of like Erik starting adulthood early, except instead, he became more immature day by day. He abused his freedom by buying random stuff with the credit cards. Really, really expensive, random stuff. Like a plasma screen TV that was as big as a wall, a diamond studded pool table, and a fish tank with the most expensive fish on the planet. His parents didn't realize what he had done until after he got his letter from Beauxbatons and was on his way.

He had written back to his father, telling him that he was sorry, and that he had been a bit depressed. This bit was true, he had been extremely depressed about his sister's death. He father had replied, surprisingly saying that he didn't mind, and that he understood. He also wrote an encouraging message, telling him that both his father and mother were in Sournois, and that they were both proud of him, no matter what house he got in to. This warmed his heart, and it reminded him that, no matter how insane his parents were, they both deeply cared for him.

Personality:
Erik is kind, understanding, and gentle. Well, on his good days. Some times, he can be rude, sarcastic, or just plain mean. He only acts like that if you annoy him, but when he does, he's really scary. He also has a temper, one of the things that he got from his father. Sometimes, even wen everything is going nicely, if one little thing is wrong, then he'll practically explode. He doesn't get mad if something isn't anyone's fault, but if something is careless, then you can expect that he won't be your best friend.

He isn't antisocial, he just has some trouble adjusting. He's the type of person who'll give anyone a chance, no matter what bloodline, unlike his parents. When he goes to a new place, he'll keep to himself for a while before he opens up to anyone, but if you're his friend, you can expect to have a good time. He's fun loving and a dare devil, ready to do anything at a moment's notice, no matter how insane. He's mostly friends with guys, but he has no trouble asking a girl to his house, just for pizza and a movie, but not on a date.

As for girlfriends go, he has been aked out by numerous girls, but politely declined their offers. For some reason, he has never been ready for a girlfriend. He isn't gay, but he has never felt ready for the commitment. He thinks that you should live life to the fullest before settling down. He hasn't even ever had a summer fling, he actually thinks those are the worst kind. It's fine to have a crush on someone, but going out for only a couple of weeks is absurd. He hopes that one day, he will find a girl who's intelligent, witty, and outgoing. Someone who he can just relax with and not worry about insecurities.

Some of his hobbies include skateboarding, surfing, and football, though he won't be able to do much of any of these things at Beauxbatons. He doesn't really mind that he's going to a new school. School is school, it doesn't matter where you go, you'll learn the same things. The only thing that he wishes were different is that there weren't so many girls at Beauxbatons. He knows that most are intelligent, but almost all of them are girly, and he doesn't know if he's ready to be exposed to that.

Sample RP:
Erik ran down the long staircase, his hair still wet from his shower. The ouse was nice and warm, even hough it was the dead of winter and a blizzard was thundering outside. There were 16 fireplaces in the DeAntione mansion, and so there was no real need for central heating. Erik was in search of his father, and in the big house, it was nearly impossible. He asked maid after maid, but none had seen the Master. Erik grunted in frustration. He had to be somewhere. Checking the library once more, he searched in each of the aisles. Each one was filled with titles such as:

The Birth of Beauxbatons
Magical Me by Gilderoy Lockhart and
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

Most of these books held no interest for Erik, even though he knew that his family had spent years collecting these books. Some were common, and some were ancient and rare. He promised himself that one day, he would devote an entire day to reading these books. He kept searching for his father 20 more minutes before he gave up and went back into the living room. When he got there, who else did he see but his father sitting there, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression. Erik knew that something was wrong. His heart sank as he let the words slip out of his mouth.

"She's gone, isn't she." He asked with a shaky voice in more of a declaration that a question.

His father clenched his fists, and slammed them on the couch. In a loud voice, he exclaimed.
"What did I do to deserve this?" He shook his head, ignoring Erik completely.

His mind went blank, he knew no more. His older sister was gone, the one who he looked up to most was gone. His secret keeper, his mentor, his best friend was gone for good.
He raced up to his room, slamming the door behind him. He flopped onto his bed and started sobbing. It was unbelieveable. Alicia, who was so happy and full of life, was now cold and hard and... dead. He shuddered at the horrid word. It was a nightmare. He was stuck in a nightmare. Why did this happen to such a good, lovely person? She had done no wrong, she helped others, and not herself, she gave, but never expected to receive. And now, she had given the largest thing in her possesion. She didn't deserve to go, he knew plenty of terrible people who did. He knew plenty well that it was unhealthy to wish for one to die, but he didn't really care at that moment.

He wondered where his mother was right now. Did she even know what had happened to her first born child? Her only daughter?

He took a step back and thought. His sister, Alicia, was dead.
He stopped there. What in the world would he do now? He sat on his bed, tears still streaming down his face. Why was this happening. Five days ago they had all been laughing and joking, but now, they would be grieving until who knows when? All because of that dreadul day when the doctor called to tell them the tragic news. Hopefully, it would all get better, but now, every second seemed to get darker and darker, like a movie about to go to the credits.

Difficult... but it must be Sournois.

[missmelodiechanter]

Melodie Chanteur
14 years old
Fairy blood

With her long, fair brown hair and electric blue eyes Mélodie is always in control of her appearence. Roughly 5 foot tall. Very graceful.
Mélodie grew up in Paris and knows all the backalleys and sidewalks off by heart, having snuck out of her room to explore them. Her mother (the faerie of grace) and Father (a noted wizard) were very important in society although she was never quite as interested in them as she was in her romance novels.
A quiet young lady, she spends most of her time reading or acting. She is shy of crowds but has to have her time to herself with her stories. Loves the outdoors and wide open landscapes.

Every part of Melodie's body was shaking with terror as she lined up with the other first-years to try her hand with an amazingly powerful crystal ball. Some, she noticed were smiling smugly up at the hat as if daring it to defy them others were just as scared as her and one tiny girl in the back row looked as if she might wet herself. Summoning up all of her courage she clenched her hands into fists and forced a carefree smile onto her face as if she did this type of thing every day. After a few of the students had tried with the crystal ball Melodie felt a knot form in her stomach, any moment now it would be her turn...
" Chanteur Melodie,"
The knot in her stomach tightened so that she thought she might be sick. After taking a moment to steady her breathing she strutted up to the stool where the crystal ball sat and placed it straight down into her lap, brushing her infuriating curls out of her eyes as she did so.
[ Well well...what have we here then?] a voice threatened. Melodie looked up surprised it seemed to be coming from inside her head.
Oh I don't care who you are just get it over with Melodie thought...

Well then do it! Melodie screamed in her head Go on! But you won’t will you because you know as well as I do that this is just a test...
The voice chuckled.

Her blue eyes widened in anxiety as silence engulfed the great hall...the voice echoed around the room...but she didn't notice, all she focused on was the cloaked figure who had just slipped into the hall apparently unnoticed.

Call me picky, but I do believe you tried to use the form, but somehow managed to make it confusing. Label what the appearance, history, personality and RP sample is first place.

[121132]

Name :: Lily
Last: Fawcett
Age ::11
Appearance:

History:Lily grew up in a little town called Frejaus. [glow=red,2,300]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.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. [glow=red,2,300]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.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.
Frejuas, France
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.

[glow=red,2,300]Ok I changed somethings what I changed is in Red I hope this works.[/glow]

So I had this on page 4 and you skiped over it so I thought I would put it here!

Must be Rouerie

[streetrat]

First Name:
Addison

Last Name:
McAlister

Age:
15

Appearance:


History:
Because her parents died when she was only 3, Addison grew up with her uncle in a dingy apartment building. All her life, her uncle has made a living selling different magical objects through the Black Market, and has on many occasions come very close to getting himself locked up, which would have left Addison alone to fend for herself. At times, she has almost wished that he would get caught just so that she could get the negligent man out of her life altogether, but her wish has not come true. She will continue to live in that dingy little apartment with that deceving little man until she has reached the age at which she can move out on her own.

Personality:
Addison has always been an independent child, mainly because since she can remember, she has been almost completely alone, for her uncle really doesn't count. At a young age, she found that she could keep her mind occupied by simply drawing pictures of the things around her, and in time it developed into a skill and her min pasttime. Everywhere she goes, she carries her bag that contains her pencils and sketchpads. Despite the fact tht she can sit for long periods of time working on one sketch, she has a very short attention span and finds it hard to even have decent conversations with most people without catching herself staring out into the distance at some random object.

Sample RP:
The tree was perfect, but the sun was close to setting so she din't have time to celebrate her find. She had to act fast, or theun would have gone far enough behind the mountains that she wouldn't hae enough light to draw by. Slinging her messenger bag over her shoulder, Addison reached out to grab the lowest branch and, placing her foot against the tree, hauled herself up. The bag bounced against her thighs as she climbed a few branches higher into the tree before straddling a good sized branch and leaning back against the tree trunk. There was a gap in the leaves that allowed her to see all the way out across the lake and to the silhoutte of mountains on the other side. Grinning slightly, she opened her bag and pulled out her pencil and sketchpad and opened it to a fresh page, ready to capture the scene through the leaves.

Must be Cossu

[bbgirl11]

First Name: Bea
Last Name: Hart
Age: 13
Appearance:
History/personality: Bea was born on a beautiful day on the island of Santorini, Greece. She was born to Chris and Julia Hart, four months after they were married. Bea has a feternal twin named Jake. Once Bea and Jake were born the Harts moved back to England, it was Bea's fathers wish to have the children born in Santorini were he was born.

Bea wasn't pappered when she was a child. Her life was more play muggle sports. Her parents weren't sure of Bea's magical ability so her parents decided that Bea's power, if she had one, would pop out soon.

Bea spent most of her timeplaying soccer, baseball, and basketball. She excelled more at soccer than at any other sport. She had always wondered why of she took a shot it would go straight into the corner. That was all Bea's parents needed to know to summorize that she was a witch.

Even though she was a witch, her parents had told her already, she was still able to play the sports she usually played. In soccer she would play offense for one quarter then defense and her team won every game. In basketball she was guard for the first half then sit out and be the assistant coach. In baseball there was no stopping her. She got homerun after homerun after homerun, even if the ball was a ball she still crushed it. In every sport she played she was the best.

Bea is smart and trustworthy. She is loyal to her family and friends and sometimes even enemies. She goes by the saying, "Be close to your friends, but even closer to your enemies." She likes all animals and loves to read in loud and quiet places. She is smart and often is asked to help people with homework and she always says yes.

Bea also has a very creative mind. She is very skilled at piano and singing. She is also ok that the trumpet. She also loves to draw. She loves to draw nature scenes the best. She is very skilled with the pen, or pencil, which ever you prefer. She also likes to paint her sketches, and they come out quite nicely. She had been drawing more than ever now because her favorite grandmother just died of old age. Drawing helps Bea bring out her sadness in something other than her crying fits.

She has never gotten into a fight. One because no one has ever challenged her and two she isn't that brave. She is brave, but not extremely brave. If someone wants her to bike on a bridge thats breaking and she said yes, she would be very pesamistic for that time. Otherwise shes an optimist!

Bea has some flaws too, of course. She is no the best at team activities if it includes more than 5 people. She sometimes just gets pissed off randomly and she can get really boring and will be all gloomy. She really is more independant and would rather be working rather than going out for recess 9when she was in muggle schools). She does have many friends, but the friends she does have are nothing like her. They are uncreative anf depend on her to help them. Bea also gets mad at her friends or people in general when they cheat or depend on her to help them, and she usually gets in trouble because of them.

That is just a few of her flaws...
Sample RP: Julia walked on the train and waved goodbye to her parents and siblings. She walked and looked at all the empty conpartments. She then heard a familular voice snap...Ally! Julia walked toward the voice and stopped looking at a boy. She smiled at him then she turned and caught a glimpse of Ally. She walked and found herself opening a compartment door.

Inside were two girls. One was Ally the other Julia didn't know. Julia sat down next to Ally. She said, "Hey Ally. I didn't expect you to be here.

Then she turned to the other girl, "I'm Julia Hart, Ally's cousin. What's your name?" Julia sat patiently waiting.

Julia had almost the exact opposite personality from Ally. She didn't scream at people, that was one of her major flaws. She was smart like Ally, that was one of the things they had in common... Julia thought about this.


She's brave, but not too brave? Throughout the whole thing it seemed as if you were trying to make her good, but not too good, and that was obvious. Its nice that she can do all those creative things; what can she not do? What are her flaws?
DONE! Sorry I forgot to mention that! ;D

Must be Rouerie

[liz]

First Name: Elizabeth (Liz)
Last Name: Marino
Age: 14

Appearance: Pin straight brown hair with sun blonde streaks and a single bright colored highlight in the front depending on her mood (part of her magic). She has deep blue eyes like the bottom of the sea, the color they forget about in the crayon boxes. Fairly tall (5’ 5”). Perfect, bleach white smile with strait teeth (no braces ever needed kind of strait) Clear skin, peach pink lips. No matter what, she always wears blue jeans and tee-shirt, name brands meant nothing to her, and she always carried a denim, top flap, mailbag holding her sketch book and school books. She didn’t need to stand out in the crowd because that was how her whole life had been before coming to Beauxbatons.

History: Born in a small town in Michigan, her parents knew there was something off about her as soon as she was born. Her parents didn’t want her because they knew she was different, but they also didn’t want to give up their first child. That love only lasted two years until her baby brother, Alexander, was born. Alex was a normal baby and got all of the attention. Liz ended up raising herself, and along the way, discovered she had more and more magic. To her parents, Liz was just the girl that lived in the attic and ate their food, came with them on vacations, and occasionally took care of the house. In school, she was known as the freak because one day, she was fighting with the school bully, Zach. Liz was still short and had no muscle on her bones. He pushed her around and taunted her with names like “shrimp” and “chicken”. With the snap of her finger, the highlight in the front of her hair changed to red, and a small flame burned where the friction rubbed her thumb. Everyone thought it was a trick at first, but after she made Zach levitate and crash land breaking his arm, she became an outcast. After she was rejected by everyone in her home town, she found beauxbaton Academy and decided to make a new beginning.

Personality: Liz has a wild personality but shies away when she needs to. She's loud, energetic and extremely friendly. Liz is always willing to lend a helping hand and has a hard time making enemy's because everyone who meets her loves her. Art is her biggest joy and she loves creating something wonderful out of nothing. When she gets in her zone, she'll spend hours drawing masterpieces. But Liz knows when she needs to buckle down and study and that all time is not drawing time (though most of her homework has doodles on the margins). As most teenage girls do, she loves to party and boys are one of her favorite subjects. Liz is extremely trustworthy and honest. Teachers regard her as an equal and she is one of those students teachers never forget. As a lover to animals (see abilities for more), she is extremely caring and kind. Nothing in the world could ever bring this girl down from cloud nine. Being rejected from society and family for being who she is meant to be is what brought her here to Fliege Academy. She has high hope for fitting in and starting a new life.

Sample RP: She steped into her Care of Magical Creatures class. There were already a few students set up and seats were running out. Being one of the newest members of Beauxbaton, she didn't have any friends yet, so she sat in the back and pulled out her notebook to copy the notes. Once she was done, she opened up her sketchbook and began drawing. There was a picture in her head that she just had to get on paper. She knew it wouldn't go away until she did.

(I posted this before and i had to change my name so i'm just re-posting it to get sorted.)

Fliege Acadamy? And you made a lot of assumptions in her personality. Everyone will not love her because everyone, at some point, has someone that doesn't like them. And obviously her parent's don't like her, so you contradicted yourself. And the teachers regard her as an equal? Thats too big an assumption. No matter how smart, she's only 14 years old, and therefore wont know as much magic as them. No way could they ever regard her as an equal. They may be fond, but not equal. In all, you made her a Mary Sue. Give her some flaws and change/take out the assumptions (which could almost be godmoding, by the way).

[casperlove]

Spell check isn't working with me :/
So there's probably lot of mistakes.
Sorry about that.


First Name:
Casper
Last Name:
Izumi
Age:
11
Appearance:


History:

After marrying his fifth wife already [after getting her pregnant], Kazu Izumi moved from German to Sapporo, Japan with his son Ren. His new wife, Alina, was very beautiful yet strict woman, but he still couldn't help but to fall in love with her. It just seemed that she didn't like children at all which why she ignored Ren a lot and didn't seem to get a long with him at all. Soon though, she gave birth to her own son and they gave him name Casper. She wanted to make him brilliant at EVERYTHING so that she could be proud of him and tell about him to her friends. Of course this also gave her another reason to mock Ren, because she told him that Casper would be way better at everything than him and that Ren would be just garbage. Now, you might think that Casper's life would be easy and sparkling because of this, but to tell you the truth, it was as horrible as Ren's. After all, he had to study hard and do everything right, so that his mother Alina wouldn't have a reason to beat the hell out of him. Luckily their father supported the both of them, but he wasn't able to do much, because he was so kind and quiet person and he didn't want to make Alina angry either. He had thought about getting divorce, but he would loose all his belongings and fortunes if he would do that. Then he wouldn't be able to protect his sons at all.

A few years later when Casper turned 10, he was already quite excellent at playing violin which was something his mother forced him to play. He was also great at drawing and this is what he loved to do most of all. His mother didn't like it nor hate it, but she still told him not to draw so much. Secretly he kept drawing every now and then when he just could while sometimes he kept studying like a crazy. He was actually homeschooled and sometimes he was taught by his mother and sometimes a private teacher.

Even though Casper got better treatment from his mother than Ren got, they still weren't jealous to each others or anything like that, but got along very well. They got a really warm relationship and they both want to protect each others.

When Casper turned 11, he got a letter from Beauxbatons. His father felt very relieved about this, but his mother instead, didn't like the idea to send her son far away. Casper was very excited about this though and Ren && Kazu also which why they though up a way to change Alina's mind. They told her that in Beauxbatons Casper would become a great wizard and then she could be very proud of him. Of course she loved the idea which why Casper packed up his things and headed towards Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.


Personality:

Being too kind is one of Casper's weaknesses. He does everything what he's told no matter what and on top of that he doesn't usually realize if he's being bullied. He likes to make friends with different kind of people, but this isn't always good at times, because usually he picks his friends wrong; they just want to use him for their own good. His family is rich which most of the people realizes soon enough and starts to be his ”friends”. Of course he doesn't realize these kind of thigns at all, but luckily his older brother Ren has helped him out a few times already.

Kindness is one of his strenghts too, because he's also very friendly. Age doesn't matter to him at all when he makes friends and therefor he's able to talk to pretty much anyone. He loves to have different kind of friends.

Casper is very creative which why he loves drawing and he plays violin also. He's also good at getting new ideas and most of the times he gets out of trouble this way. Usually when he's alone, he draws. When he's drawing, he always forgets all of his worries and then he can be in his own happy world for a moment at least.


Sample RP:

Leaving his home town and home country, was actually quite hard for Casper even though, he felt happy for getting out of the Izumi household for awhile. He was also rather excited to get to see another country, because he hadn't ever been traveling before; his mother hadn't allowed him to leave anywhere far. Yet still he was starting to miss his father and brother already, even though he was only sitting in the airplane and he still could see his home country. On top of that, he had seen them both just a moment ago, but knowing that he wouldn't be able to see them in months, made him scared. There was a whole new waiting for him in Beauxbatons, where he had never been before nor even seen, which made him fear of being alone. What if he wouldn't get any friends there?

Staring out of the plane's window made Casper feel more worse even though he had thought that he would get better if he would keep looking at Japan; watching it stay still and you moving further away made him feel so alone and just more scared. Why couldn't the school be in Japan? Suddenly he started to really want to stop the plane and just run back to his home, but he knew that this was already impossible. That's why he turned to look forward and then stare all the others in the plane. Most of them were business men, because after all he was in the first class. His family was rich and his mother overprotective which why he had gotten a ticket to the first class. He wasn't really complaining though, but there was just something he didn't like... and he had no idea what it was.

”Would you like a sandwhich, sir?”

Young air hostess had appeared next to him while smiling kindly. He had startled at first, but after seeing the woman smile, he immediately started to trust in her, even though he wasn't sure if it was such a good idea to trust in anyone so easily.

”Uh... Yes. That sounds good.”
”Ham or chicken or vegetarist one?”
”Ham, please.”
”There you go.”
”Thank you.”

Casper took the ham sandwhich and watched as the woman smiled before leaving to ask the same from the next person. Quietly he looked at the sandwhich before taking the plastic cover off from it and then taking a small bite. It wasn't that bad, but not that good either. Yep, he truly started to miss home food now too. But who knew if the food was better in Beauxbatons? He truly hoped that.

After eating the ham sandwhich, Casper turned to look out of the plane's window again only to notice that he couldn't see tha land anymore; just clouds. To him it actually looked like a heaven and he felt impressed about this. It looked so amazing. It was his first time in an airplane which why he was truly surprised to see something this beautiful. Carefully he looked at it while hoping that he would have not putten his drawing stuff in his luggage. Now he just needed to memorise all of this so that he could draw it later. While being so overhelmed of the beautyness, the young boy suddenly fell asleep. He dreamed about his brother and father and... Beauxbatons.

Must be Cossu