Sorting (Term Eight)

[faith]

First Name:
Faith

Last Name:
Gallavan

Age:
13

Appearance:
Faith has long Raven black hair that comes down to her elbows. She also has different colour highlights she puts in every so often. She has light green eyes that are almond shaped and are usually lined with eyeliner. She is slim petite short and flexible. She stands at 5'4" tall. She has a very small waist and often likes to accentuate it by wearing tee shirts tank tops and Camisoles that make her look smaller than she is. She is usually found wearing Tee shirts tank tops and Camisoles with Skirts shorts and Capri's. Sometimes you'll find her wearing jeans but not usually.

History:
Faith was born on December 22nd 1993 of Arielle and Andrew Gallavan. She is the youngest girl of 5. Her sisters all attended Hogwarts but as her family moved to France before Faith could attend Hogwarts she was enrolled at beauxbatons. Her Oldest Sister Franny is 23 years old and married. The next Genie is 20 and engaged. Mary and Melinda are 18. And Sarah is 15. She was raised as an upper class girl and learned to manage her riches well. Her mother and Father are both free spirited individuals and love to play. She has learned to keep the fact of her financial standing well hidden as she learned of Jealous individuals who want her money and the other people who only want to be her friend for her money. Faith has had a good Childhood and is a wonderful teen

Personality:
Faith is kind and loving. She loves animals and helping people. She has hoped to become a healer someday. She also loves to play Quidditch. She plays with her family as a Chaser. She has played chaser all her life. She is a smart girl with good grades in everything she does. She has even helped her older sisters with their homework when they attended school.

Sample RP:
Faith Gallavan looked out of the huge bay window and stared at the setting sun. She looked back at the light blue journal and began to write.

Dear Diary,
Today i got my acceptance letter to Beauxbatons. I won't lie and say that I'm not excited but my family is a bit disappointed. My sister's were looking forward to having me complete their Homework at Hogwarts for them. Well I'm excited to finally be out of my older sisters shadow. All of my aunts are always 'why can't you be more like Sarah?' 'Why can't you do this like Mary?' well quite frankly I'm sick of it. If my family can't accept who i am then oh well their fault. Oh my it is getting late i have to go
~Faith Gallavan

Faith tucked the small blue book in her desk drawer and turned the lock. She went to the den to say good night to her family. She kissed her mother and father's cheeks and then her sister's. She trudged back up the steps and fell back into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. Without even changing into pajamas she fell into a deep slumber that was filled with dreams Of Beauxbatons.

You've made her too perfect. She helped her older sisters, who learned more difficult magic than her, with their homework? It seems really hard to believe. Give her flaws, dont make her seem so perfect, otherwise she's a cookie cutter Mary Sue.

[amber123]

First Name: Amber
Last Name: Whitmore
Age: 16
Appearance: Amber Whitmore is a very beautiful girl almost like the girls you would see in movies. Her blonde wavy hair reaches to the back. Her eyes are wide and brown and gisten like diamonds. Her cute and bubbly personality matches her bright style. miniskirts, tanktops, and form fitting clothes. She is somewhat short with a hour-glass shaped body. She is gorgeous and she knows it. She has a california tan that every girl wants.
History: Amber was born into a wealthy family. Aurora a witch and Tristan a wizard gave birth to Amber in January of 1992. Amber grew up with her close brothers and sisters and loving parents. She went to a high school in coste verde, california. At her high school she was loved by everyone and envied by many. She starred in all her school plays and was set on being an actress. One night when she got home from a party she was alone in her house. She began getting threatning phone calls. A man broke into her home and tried to murder her, When he ran towerds her she put out her hands and bolts of electricity went flying through her fingers and knocked him out. When her parents discovered what had happened they forced her to go to Beauxlatons to keep her safe.
Personality: She had a attitude and loved to gossip on others around her. She spoke freelly and had her opinions known.
Sample RP:

NOT DONE YET

[sydneysullivan]

[[same is for Syn as for Bertrand =] i just want to develop her right now <33eric]]



first name:

Sydney “Syn”

last name:

Sullivan

age:

16

appearance:

Syn is not, by any standards, a raving beauty—in other words, she would never inspire a sonnet written in praise of her loveliness. Rather, she has a quiet appeal to her, one that is not typically noticed and frequently overlooked. To put a fine point on it, she is quite ordinary; plain. There is nothing truly remarkable about her, unless you consider the bland something utterly astonishing.

She has an almost light olive coloring—a unique split between what is average and what is expected. Her skin is soft and un-callused, giving the impression that she was not exactly bred for any hard labor or at the very least; her life was not a hard one to tolerate. Syn is not terribly tall; around five foot three to be exact, which is quite common amongst the women in her family. They all possessed that dainty quality you would see in a gently bred woman.

She has a very slender, petite form; certainly not a build to carry any outrageous assets, but subtle curves perfectly proportioned to her slight body. As to be expected with her type of delicate build (and upbringing), Syn has very graceful and fluid movements—almost like everything she does is for a purpose; a dancer even. She is someone who carries herself well and with her shoulders back, never missing a beat or being flustered.

Syn’s hair is a bit wiry, or stringy, and falls just past her shoulders in waves—however, it is usually kept up in some kind of bun or elaborate coiffure. It is textured a rich but rather ordinary brown, just as her eyes save for the few flecks of grayness near her pupils you’d only notice if you stared. She has smooth eyebrows, perfectly arched, and a long Victorian nose. Her lips are naturally a dark peach color, molded into full, bow-shaped lips. Her chin is round.

history:

Sydney Sullivan was born into an extremely old-fashioned family—the kind that still believed in the old ideals of the 19th century, and the kind that had a suffocating atmosphere from all of the rules and expectations. Her parents held a woman’s genteel nature in high esteem and have always favored arranged marriages with those whose family could rival their own in respectability and wealth. The Sullivans have been known for their amazing strategic ability to weave their way firmly into society and be recognized as a powerful influence.

Growing up in this style of household all but assured that Syn would not have a normal child’s memories. Rather than experience the frolicking and play like the other children around her, she was taught things like: never speak until spoken to, always fold your napkin neatly in your lap before every meal, or smile and nod politely to everyone {including those you dislike}. Syn was raised with a duty: to uphold the ladylike image her family had preserved for such a long time with a smile on her face the entire time. She had dresses, frilly hats, and gloves to don daily while undergoing her education of learning her maths and literature {at least until her training at Beauxbatons kicked in}.

Syn was shuffled through her childhood in this fashion. She went to all the parties her parents deemed prestigious, and she was taught to never think for herself. And so she was like everyone’s puppet they could use at their whim, and they all knew it. Syn had never raised her voice against any of the decisions made for her; instead, she accepted her fate with a bowed head of respect and a subservient demeanor. The truth of the matter was, Sydney never had to want for much—other than the understood longing for a sibling, or the chance to kick up some dust. Other than that, her family provided her in luxuries many others were not privy to, and for that she considered herself lucky. The least she could do was obey.

While her parents expected a lot of her, they never lacked in their affection for their only child. The family had what was tough love at some points; Syn was reprimanded each time a toe came out of line. But beyond that, their easily controlled daughter usually exceeded expectations. Her mother has been, at some point, a lovely young woman—years have changed her into a harsher, handsome lady that looks pained when she smiles. Her father, while he dotes on the two ladies in his life, shows his affection through distance {as it was common for the men to be the bread-winners}. Sydney might have been raised in an oppressive household, but it was not an unbearable one.

personality:

Sydney has always followed the all-important motto: Treat others the way you wish to be treated. While not necessarily a shy, retiring girl, Syn is not exactly an outgoing one either. Rather, she has a content attitude; she is neither too this nor too that. Because of this, she might be construed as a boring girl with an average life, which may very well be. Yet this doesn’t mean that Syn has not a thought in her head. She merely keeps her opinions to herself and does her best to meet everyone’s expectations. She believes she has strength within her to hold her own; for instance, she can be quite blunt when the situation calls for it. Though, Syn is easily manipulated, she is not stupid—she just doesn’t put up a fight.

One thing Syn does have an inner battle with is control. Coming from such an oppressive lifestyle, she has grown an aversion to those who simply take things when they are not meant for them. She holds some resentment towards her parents for this very same reason; they took her childhood without asking her. Sydney, though she would never admit it, fears being controlled like a puppet, despite the fact that she follows everyone’s whim. She merely lacks that “strength” she thought she possessed to fight against those roping her down. At times, she has had difficulty curbing her tongue and letting her opinion get the best of her, though she immediately regrets these slip-ups right after.

Syn is accustomed to being very orderly—her entire life up until now had been a blue print of plans for her. It told of how she would spend her days, what she would wear, and even what her future should hold by her actions from so and such a night. This tight-nit grip on her plans has rubbed off on her so much, that she has to book time in advance to rendezvous with a breath of fresh air. Syn makes a point to analyze each day and have things on her “to-do” list, or things of top priority. This peculiarity has made it so she has to remind herself every day to try and fit some relaxation time in before bedtime.

Because of Syn’s annoying habit to control every aspect of her time, she is not an impulsive person. She behaves as she is told to, or as she knows is expected of her. Everything about her has the atmosphere like it was predestined to occur. Knowing her place in this world—as the next Sullivan to marry and entire the elite circle of plastic smiles—Syn does not step out of line. In this regard, she is known to hold a meek, push-over demeanor and does not seem in possession of a strong fighting stance. Sydney is like a clock: she’s there to tick for you at every hour, on the hour {her batteries just don’t work well}. The last thing she wants to do is create shame on her family.

Syn’s genteel nature has made her appear delicate and easily breakable, which is the closest to the truth. She might think herself strong, but she is easily molded and impressionable; perhaps ignorant and naïve. And regarding love? Even if she were some girl that could win some beauty pageant, she has never considered the possibility of a boyfriend. Such thoughts often confuse her and she knows that in the end, her parents have her best wishes at heart—the knowledge that an arranged marriage awaits her makes it easy for her. Syn does not have to notice boys and their attractiveness; rather, they become her surroundings… Sort of like wallpaper {some more festive than others}. And, as cruel as it may sound, she has never made the distinction from one boy, to the next.

sample rp:

It had quickly turned to night with the clouds blocking the sun, and a sudden lightning bolt streaked across the sky. She was viewing nature at its finest, and it was captivating. However, she reasoned, she could not stay out here forever. She wished she could—there was nothing more soothing than getting caught in the rain. But it would just land her in the infirmary with a dreadful cold, and she did not wish to be trapped in such a way. It pained her to have to leave, but it would kill her to be stuck like that. It rained frequently—she would have to catch another shower.

Still, she could not force herself into a run like the others, or even a fast gate. Sydney wanted to enjoy the rain as much as possible before a ceiling covered her head, and so her feet moved with the speed of a special Olympic hurdler (XD!). The rain immediately pelted against her, her robes being soaked with water and managing to stick to her body in a most uncomfortable fashion, probably indecent as well—but she spared no thoughts for that, and only concentrated on lifting her face towards the sky and allowing the rain to wash against her face.

And so she slinked gracefully across the field, at a speed all her own, without a real care to her health. She did not believe she would catch a cold just from walking in the rain—she was heading inside, anyhow. Another bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, and she could see a figure before her fall. Her first intention was to rush forth and help the person, but she found herself oddly transfixed as she approached him, a book rolling to a stop at her feet. It was a boy, she recognized him from her own house and year, and he seemed to be grasping at the things he dropped.

“Why behave like a muggle, when you were born to be different?” She whispered, and those gray-brown eyes roved over his wet face oddly.

Must be Rouerie.

[kenziejennings]

First Name:Kenzie
Last Name:Jennings
Age:14
Appearance:
She always had been said to have a weird look; her parents have deemed it unique, her 'friends' calling it an alien look. But to her it's nothing out of the normal, though she frequently things other people look weird, and always find it funny when they comment about how she looks like. To her, she finds that their calling the kettle black, since she finds others ugly.

To cover all bases, Kenzie has blonde hair, that varies at times under different light. It's long now, reaching to her neck and further down her back. Her eyes are a mixture of colors, though it is basically honey, her natural eye color. She has unnatural pale skin, coming from the fact that she doesn't so sports, and spends most of her time in the room. She doesn't smile often, thus giving her face a rather stoned and distant look, with the constant lack of emotion on it. She's not big on accessories, but she does wear headbands, air assecory. She does have pierced ears, just that rarely would there be any earrings seen on her.

She's an average height, of about 5' 3", and while she's comfortable with wearing heels, she rather wear a pair of flip flops. Her comfortable dress sense would be of her wearing a proper sized shirt and long pants, covering her. However, she does not mind at times wearing a skirt instead, because it's much easier to her in movement and everything. She doesn't wear glasses, although sunglasses have been seen now and then, but rarely. Her hair is usually kept in a messy bun, tied on her head.

She's born in America, so she has an American accent to begin with. It's strong, however, not so in her other languages, and with her weird looks one is never sure whether she's from England or America, until she talks, that is. Her parents are pure British, although her mother does have a slight French heritage to her.

She knows the English language very well, and has a slight grasp of French. She's fluent in Latin, although she very well reckons it's a dead language not worth learning. Her father impressed it upon her that it would be useful, so she did learn, in the end. From listening to the numerous visitors that came to her house [ Her father is influential, remember? ] she picked up bits of languages here and there, but none that she's entirely good in. She can understand, but would make a horrible embarrassment of herself just to say it out loud.

She's often not associated with her parents, due to the fact of how different backgrounds the two generations have. And it's fine with her, because she isn't that close with her parents, able to feel sad when they have arguments, or a gnawing worry when they're home late, but nothing else.

History:
*' Ancestry
Kenzie's a half-blood, and whilst that doesn't bother her, she rather hates it when people call her dirty blood, because it really insults her pride. She rather loves her pride, and hates seeing it get insulted. Her mother's the pure-blood, whilst her father is the one from Muggle heritage. [ He knew fully well her mother was a witch and still married her. ]

*' Origin, Economic State
Kenzie's actually rather well-off, except that her father never let her live that life. Unlike her parents, who were both born in England, she was born in America. In America, she was given the impression that she in a normal family, them living in [ in contrast to England where they lived in mansions ] a small four room flat. So she was brought up a simple life, learning not to want anything that she didn't need; She was however given a lot, provided everything, so she didn't really need anything at all.

However, she only recently learned of her father's influence, when she chanced upon articles [ papers that had been hidden from her, that had been hidden from her ]. So it was only then that she realized how influential her father was.

*' Overall
Kenzie was born on December 7, 1992, to parents Chase Jennings and Aria Chan. From birth, she was already an oddity, with everyone in the nursery making noise, except for her. She always had a frown on her face, as though the cries from the other young ones disturbed her. Everyone found it odd, but no one bothered to change it. It was only after sometime that it was deduced that she had sensitive hearing, thus resulting in her apparent frustration at the amount of noise.

At age one, it was obvious that she had powers, with random books having been seen floating around the room. Her father, a Muggle who has some grasp of magic [ he meddled ], although her mother is the better caster, recognized this talent, and both her parents were sure she had the magic blood in her. Whilst her father wished for her to start learning, her mother won a long hard debate, with them agreeing that she would only start learning magic when she was older.

The second time her powers appeared, was when she was thirteen. At that time, she had been at a Muggle Junior High, like any normal teenager. One might ask what had happened to her letter of Beauxbatons. Sadly, her parents had rejected it , stating firmly that she was not ready. They had been, at that time, uncertain of her powers, as they had only been presented once when she was younger, so her magic ability was doubted. So it was thus reason that she stayed in the Muggle world learning all other subjects except what Beauxbatons offered.

At that time, her parents split up, citing that ever famous reason that many celebs have said to the public, but instead to her, irreconcilable differences. At that point of time, it was a major hurt to her, because the parents she knew and loved had just broken apart, drifted away. It was at that time, she found herself breaking down, and spending less time at home, unable to stand the sight of one parent without the other. In her mind, her parents had been together forever, and shouldn't even be separated.

Around this time her parents, finally accepted the letter she had been offered, the position at Beauxbatons, and the very next day she was sent off to Beauxbatons, entering as a fourteen year old First Year. Whilst to most people it was saddening to leave your family and friends behind, she didn't find it hard. What friends? Rare, and even so they kept in contact. Parents she would see every holiday, that she would. So she was off on the train, no regrets or anything.


Personality:
Your regular bookworm, who has a quiet personality. She's not shy, but is a pessimist. She's very independent, and has a penchant of being afraid, but she will never reveal it. Introvert, who enjoys solace. She's witty, but hates too much talking. She's easily annoyed, and will not hesitate in hexing you.



Sample RP:
Take your head phones off, little girl.
Listen to the sounds of the w o r l d. <3

Fall. Or something close to winter. Kenzie loved this kind of weather. The kind where it was just about ready to snow and you could feel it. Smiling, the girl spreads her arms out, does a twirl where she is and decides that today couldn't get any better even if it wanted to. She was a content person, all in all.

Truth be told she couldn't say she had a best friend but needless to say, she didn't really believe in them anyway. Everyone leaves at some point, nothing lasts forever. All that friendship rubbish. Kenzie, find a friend. Stick with that person. Life will be easy after that. Or so that's what they told her.

"Yeah right." The Courtyard looked empty today. Mindlessly, the girl sits on a lone bench and continues to think. So far she was doing alright. What would a friend prove to be? An annoyance? Ugh.

Her father is famous why? And if he's a muggle, there is no way he can do magic. This has been stated in the books several times. So there is no way he could 'meddle'.

[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 (5 years of braces 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”. The highlight in the front of her hair changed to red, based on previous events, she knew that mean she was extreamly mad and started to wory. Zach rised off the ground. He began to shreik like a girl. Liz didn't understand how everything was happening but that it was. Liz was scared of her own ability and the anger turned into fear. The highlight in her hair turned purple, her color of fear, and Zach dropped from the air, breaking his arm. Everyone pressed against the walls, standing as far away from Liz as the room would alow. Only a few teachers ran to Zachs aid. Everyone else was frozen in fear. After her magical accident, she was rejected by everyone in her home town, she was accepted to Beauxbatons Academy and decided to make a new beginning.

Personality: Liz is shy when it comes to meeting new people, but has a wild personality once you get to know her. She's loud, energetic and extremely friendly. She always gives a helping hand, but sometimes takes on too much. 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 whatever comes to her mind. 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). Liz is extremely optimistic and always looks for the good side in a situation. Having no friends, you learn to find the little things in life that can make you happy. It takes an awful lot to 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 Beauxbatons Academy. She has high hope for fitting in and starting a new life.

Sample RP: Katie walked into the church nodding a polite hello to her family and friends. The pastor motioned for everyone to be seated so the funeral could start. Katie grabbed the last seat in the back of the church, not wanting to be near the open casket where her father lay cold and lifeless. Only 2 years ago had Katie been sitting in the same seat but her mother was the one in the casket. Her family was down to just one, her, now.

Everything in her life seemed like it was coming closer together and then in one week, the whole world seemed to fall into dust. First her father died, then she was forced to live with evil relatives she barely even knew. They had refused to give her any decent food or buy her any books to read or games to play. She only had her chores that were meant for adults, not for a 14 year old.

When Katie’s mother died, Katie sat in a tears and her dress stained from wiping them away. But now, she couldn't even shed one tear, for her emotions were all in a ruffle. Unable to pick up on just one feeling, she just sat and listened as everyone spoke of how great a man her father was. The room echoed with the sound of sniffles and weeps.

When the ceremony ended, and her father was buried, she got into her new family's mini-van and pulled away, a voice came into her head. Sounding much like her mother, it said, "Time's may be tough now, but with hard work, you can make it better."

Whether that was her concients or maybe she was just going insane from all the thoughts buzzing in her head, tears filled her eyes as she looked to the sky. A few clouds parted, letting through small streaks of sunlight. Now the pressure must have been getting to her, because she swore she could see her mother waving to her, with the smile that always made her feel better.

I suppose I will accept the hair thing, though it is more of a X-Men ability than just a magical ability.

Must be Cossu

[faith]

Last Name:
Gallavan

Age:
13

Appearance:
Faith has long Raven black hair that comes down to her elbows. She also has different colour highlights she puts in every so often. She has light green eyes that are almond shaped and are usually lined with eyeliner. She is slim petite short and flexible. She stands at 5'4" tall. She has a very small waist and often likes to accentuate it by wearing tee shirts tank tops and Camisoles that make her look smaller than she is. She is usually found wearing Tee shirts tank tops and Camisoles with Skirts shorts and Capri's. Sometimes you'll find her wearing jeans but not usually.

History:
Faith was born on December 22nd 1993 of Arielle and Andrew Gallavan. She is the youngest girl of 5. Her sisters all attended Hogwarts but as her family moved to France before Faith could attend Hogwarts she was enrolled at beauxbatons. Her Oldest Sister Franny is 23 years old and married. The next Genie is 20 and engaged. Mary and Melinda are 18. And Sarah is 15. She learned early on in life that she was an accident and that her parents liked her sisters more than her. She was raised as an upper class girl and learned to manage her riches well. Her mother and Father are both free spirited individuals and love to play. She has learned to keep the fact of her financial standing well hidden as she learned of Jealous individuals who want her money and the other people who only want to be her friend for her money. Faith has had a ough childhood even running away at one point to get away. About a year ago she almost killed herself but has overcome the depression.
Personality:
Faith is kind and loving. She loves animals and helping people. She has hoped to become a healer someday. She also loves to play Quidditch. She plays with her family as a Chaser. She has played chaser all her life. She is a smart girl with good grades in everything she does.She has a bad attuide at times and can get really bossy. She is not very outgoing and is quite shy.
Sample RP:
Faith Gallavan looked out of the huge bay window and stared at the setting sun. She looked back at the light blue journal and began to write.

Dear Diary,
Today i got my acceptance letter to Beauxbatons. I won't lie and say that I'm not excited but my family is a bit disappointed. My sister's were looking forward to having me complete their Homework at Hogwarts for them. Well I'm excited to finally be out of my older sisters shadow. All of my aunts are always 'why can't you be more like Sarah?' 'Why can't you do this like Mary?' well quite frankly I'm sick of it. If my family can't accept who i am then oh well their fault. Oh my it is getting late i have to go
~Faith Gallavan

Faith tucked the small blue book in her desk drawer and turned the lock. She went to the den to say good night to her family. She kissed her mother and father's cheeks and then her sister's. She trudged back up the steps and fell back into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. Without even changing into pajamas she fell into a deep slumber that was filled with dreams Of Beauxbatons.


Sorry, just noticed this...but why did she have a tough childhood? Explain about that, especially about why she was depressed. There must have been a reason. Why?

[redsenshi]

First Name: Eilane
Last Name: Leonov
Age: 15

Appearance:
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History: Eilane lives with here mother and step father in Paris. Her father was killed during Lord Voldemort's reign for the simple crime of being a muggle. She has an older sister named Belgrinda who is incredibly smart and many people expect Eilane to follow in her footsteps and she hates that. Eilane also has a half brother named Luke who is pureblood but only a baby.

Eilane was born in Spain and had many close friends and one best friend named Miranda, and has just moved to Paris, she is therefore unable to speak French which frustrates her. She misses all her friends and is not fond of France at all. Eilane was very close to her father and does not confide in anyone else. Since her Mum only moved because of Pierre, her stepfather, she is only just civil to him.

Personality: Eilane is shy and has a hard time making friends but once you get to know her she changes and becomes more relaxed and out there. She is very random and sweet and likely to believe impossible things though when she makes enemies it's for life. Ellie (as she prefers to be called) can be very mischievous and gets in trouble either for daydreaming or playing tricks on people. She will always stick to her friends. Ellie does not get on with her sister but is quite devoted to baby Luke. She is still bitter about her fathers death. She gets frustrated quite easily.

Sample RP: Ellie felt chocked. Her insides felt frozen and she knew she was going to burst into tears if she stayed here a moment longer. She was in a dingy corner shop in the south of Paris. It was dusty and dark and the few goods on display looked two years old. But it was here every day that Belgrinda came, to go out the back switch the two dustbin lids to open a gate to Garsonian alley. Since she couldn't go today she sent Ellie.

All this was very fine and good but Ellie couldn't speak a word of French. Not a word. All see needed to say was a phrase but she obviously wasn't pronouncing it properly because the matronly woman behind the counter just kept shaking her head.

Ellie ran out and dashed around the corner towards home. There were tears streaming down her face and she didn't know why. I hate it here she thought I can't talk to anyone but my family and they're driving me crazy. I miss my friends. I miss Miranda.

Finally Ellie arrived home, she pulled back the curtain and gazed at the wonderful sunset. The oranges, reds and pins misted the sky brightly with shots of blue and purple every where. You could see a thousand things in that sunset and Ellie was instantly lost in her imagination.

Baby Luke crawled in. He stared at his sister with his head cocked. Eventually he crawled out. even he knew nothing could distract his sister now.

Firstly, I wont sort you until you change your display name to fit the name given in this application. Second, I only skimmed over it, but I can tell it needs word. You need to make a better RP sample and you need to add more to the history.

Fixed it.

Where's your appearance and what is that code on the bottom, it isn't working.

Sorry added wrong hyperlink

Must be Sournois

[slaughter]

First Name:

Bella

Last Name:

Slaughter

Age:

16

Appearance:

History:

Bella was born into a family of wizards. Her mother and Father both attended Beauxbatons before her. Then after school they had Bella, and her younger brother. Bella wasn't introduced to her magical side until about her eleventh birthday. It was kind of a shock to her at first. Her parents had never used magical openly, and hearing something like this for the first time was a huge blow to her. She always kinf of hoped that her parents were just kidding to her, but it didn't seem like it. Then as soon as they showed her she instantly believed in what they were telling her.

Bella's mother, father, brother, and herself had always been so close. Ever since they were 'disowned' by her aunts and uncles. It happened way before Bella was born, but over, and over again she was told the story of how her parent's had gotten into it with her brothers and sisters. Near the end of the feud Bella's mother threatened hexing her sister, and that is when her aunts felt the need to cast them out of their life for good. It was sorta difficult for Bella not knowing her family, but she got throught it. All she needed was her mother father, and brother, and no one else.

When she got her letter to attend school to learn magical skills. Bella jumped at the chance. Her brother hadn't gotten his, but his parents figured he would soon after Bella had. She was amazed, and excited, and nervous all at the same time. She hoped that the school would not disappoint her, but she wouldn't know until she reached the school.

Personality:

Independent. Is a good way to describe Bella. She had been wanting to do things on her own for as long as she could remember. There are little things that she will ask for help on, and things that she does ask for help with she had tried to work it out herself for ages. Whenever it is neccessary for her to ask for help she hates it. The feeling she gets is weak, and useless. If she isn't able to do one thing that feeling haunts her for a long time.

Another good word to describe her would be Affable. She loves to make friends. She is easily approachable, and very easy to talk to. Bella will give out the best advice possible for the sitution your in, and will give you all the support you need for however long you need it. She loved her personality, and knows other do as well. She just hopes that in a new school that her peers will accept her just the way she plans on accepting them.

One of her many flaws would be she gets attaced very easily to people. Being so close to her family it's hard for her to become unattached to friends, and even sometiems ex's. It is one flaw that could get her into trouble, and when a good friend of her's leaves her it's very hard on her, and for a while she can go into a deep depression, and it's all because of how attached she is. Mayn times she had tried to break out of that, but was never able to.

Sample RP:

Bella walked in through the doors of the school. The boats had taken their toll on her. She was as frozen as a popsicle. She held her arms in her hands, and rubbed them trying to create heat through friction. She hatd being cold. The heat hit her though once she walked in, and knew that she would be warm pretty quick. Moving her light blue gaze over the entrance of the school she quickly saw how beautiful the school was. More so than any she had ever seen before. Still she had not yet seen any students, but she had just walked in the doors. She let her hands slide down from the side of her arms, and started to move forward.

She proceded to ascend the stairs. Their were intricate designs that were painted on each stair. From where she was it looked like that stairs were made out of marble, but it was hard to tell. Unless she got down on her knees, and inspected the stone closely, but she didn't feel like being a dork right at this moment so she continued up the rest of the stairs. She was now standing on another platform. That had a crest painted on it, and it looked like it took hours to put there. It was amzing on the details and so gorgeous.

After a few minutes of looking around Bella sought out the great hall. She walked inside, and saw more food than she had ever seen before. She wished she ate a lot. It would be heaven for anyone who did though. Slowly she moved her gaze about the room. She watched the students shovel their food into their mouths. There was more food there than there was in her whole town she was sure of it. Slowly she walked forward to the table that was designated for the house she was in, and sat down, and started to pile food up on her plate.

Must be Rouerie

[victoirelchance]

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First Name: Victoire
Middle Name: Chantal
Last Name: Beauvais
Nicknames: Vicky, Vic, Chantal, Vee

Age: 17

Appearance:

Victoire doesn't have any extraordinary features, like stunning blue eyes, or bleach blond hair, but her regular appearance makes her even prettier. She has shoulder-length, wavy dark brown hair and deep, warm brown eyes. She always has a bright smile upon her face, flashing a grin to all around her, even if she doesn't know them. Even though Vic is very modest, people still can't help but envy her. She has a long, lithe body and is naturally skinny, even though she's the biggest eater you will ever meet. She has a preference for skirts and shorts to pants. during the summer, you would usually see her weaing a sundress. She mostly has her hair down and likes to keep it wavy, though she will ocassionally straighten it. She likes the way she looks, and wouldn't trade it for anything, though it sometimes starts trouble. She has rather large feet. Not abnormally large, but large enough for people to tease her about her "flippers." She gets upset by this. She doesn't know why anyone would want to be so rude. Vee is a very petite girl at 5 feet tall. She doesn't count her height as a disability, she likes being small, even though most people in her town are extremely tall.

History:

During the summer of 1987, Gaspard Beauvais, a wizard and a newspaper boy, met the lovely socialite Vera Ashford, a witch, and immediately fell in love. The unrequited feelings weren't recognized by any townspeople. He was a lowly paper boy, and she was treated like royalty, in fact, some of her friends jokingly called her "Princess Vera." Gaspard didn't care, in fact, it made him want her more. He spent extra time delivering the paper to her house, and amazingly, Vera's curiousity got the best of her, and she went outside to see who he was. The two became fast friends, until one day, when Gaspard proposed to her. He had kept his feelings bottled up inside for too long. He didn't expect much of it, and he wouldn't have been surprised if she had walked away at that very moment. To everyone's surprise, Vera said yes. The newly wedded couple moved to Paris to start a family.

The Beauvais had four children. Even though they had planned on having only two children, Victoire the first, during Vera's second pregnancy, she gave birth to triplets. During those rough times, Gaspard got a job as an investment banker and commuted from Paris to Switzerland every two weeks. Soon, after all of his hard work, he earned a promotion all the way up to a management postion, and so the family left their house and moved into a large mansion looking over Lake Geneva. Vic was ecstatic to be moving to Switzerland. Even though it had less excitement than France, she was still in a beautiful place. She was also excited to be in the land of chocolate, her favorite candy. She soon started up school again at a nearby private school. She was then eleven years old.

Victoire was a very pretty girl, even when she was young, and unfortunately, this made some of the girls at her school jelous. She was labeled and mocked, even though she had done no wrong. She soon started acting unlike herself, firing back comebacks and calling people names. Even though she wasn't making any friends by doing this, standing up for herself made her feel good. After being so rude, she started hanging out with the wrong crowd, wearing black and extreme make-up. She went to parties, and disobeyed her parents. She was a bit of a poseur, trying to act bad, but when it really came down to it, she couldn't stop being kind and gentle, who she really was. She went back to her old habits when the group started doing drugs, and she finally snapped back into her senses.

This happened numerous times, with different groups every week or so. Cheerleaders, scene kids, nerds, artsy kids, she tried every group, and always got sucked into the peer pressure that followed, but with one group, she found where she belonged: the music club. She had never tried an instrument before in her life, but the moment she piced up the flute, she knew it was meant to be. She started writing her own music, and through the flute, she found her best friend, Elise. They started hanging out, and found that they were very compatible. She was heartbroken when Elise had to move away, but they still keep in touch. Even though she had lost Elise, she knew that she could find other people, too. She started to become more outgoing, and the little music geek became famous. Even though this meant more taunting and ridicule, she was ready for it, because she had made new friends.

This didn't mean that her life was perfect, actually, it was the contrary, it made life complicated. She was asked to parties by her friends, sometimes to in one night. If she said that she couldn't go to one, that friend would get mad. She kept going to all of the parties, and that meant getting home late every night. Because of this, her grades started slipping, and she needed a good grade point average to stay in te school. Her parents did the "unimaginable" and grounded her. She took a step back, and realized that she was doing too much, and that she was being a brat. It wasn't fair to her parents, or to herself. She needed to get her act together. She stopped going to parties every night, instead, she stayed home and studied. Her popularity slowly faded, but she didn't care. She had good grades, and she knew that when she was done, she would find real friends.

During that year, she discovered that she had magical capabilities. It wasn't much of a surprise, but it meant that she would have to leave everything behind again, and start anew. It would take a long time, but seeing what she has already been through, she thingk that she's ready.

Personality:

Vee is a kind and understanding girl, always listening to peoples' problems. She knows when to say something and what to say. She makes the people around her feel special, and maybe that's why people hate her. She sometimes worries about what other people think of her too much, and so she can be labeled as a push-over. She sometimes gets sucked into peer pressure, and it can be dangerou, but she will usually find her way. She sometimes feels like she isn't anything new and interesting, and she thinks that she barely stands out in a crowd, when in fact, her bubbly personality can sometimes make her the center of attention. Vic is the type of person who strives for their goals, and after her wake up call, she knows that schools work is more important than social gahterings. Her friends joke that she has multiple personalities. Her moods can shift from energetic, to low-key in a couple of minutes. Some say that she loves to be in the spotlight, and she does, but sometimes she just wants people to like her, which some people think is a tad annoying.

She can be described as a puppy dog because she is a bit clingy. She gives people fredom, but also wants to be a part of everyone's lives. People are drawn to her naturally, but sometimes she isn't willing to wait that long. She knows her limits, and is never too annoying, but she just needs to learn when to stop. She also falls in love easily, something she inherited from her father. She won't even know a boy, but if they say 'hi' to her, she might fall head over heels that very minute. She loves learning new things, even if it's something completely random. She actually buys books that just contain random facts. She enjoys bursting them out in unusual places, without warning. No one minds, they actually find it enjoyable, but Victoire just wants everyone to know these tid bits, no matter how irrelevant they are. In short, she is an easy girl to please. She gets excited just when some calls her to ask for homework.

Vic loves playing sports, but one of her favorites is tennis. She is a nationally ranked player, and plays every weekend. She secretly snuck her tennis racquet in her suitcase that will be traveling with her to Beauxbatons. She is a very worldy person, and speaks fluent French. She is interested in all types of cultures, especially Japanese, though she doesn't know why. She has a very short attention span, and easily fogets things. She is a bit spacy, not in smarts, just in general. Sometimes, she'll find herself staring at a wall, unblinking. Victoire is a great girl, intelligent, understanding, fun, and when the time calls for it, serious. She easily catches on to things, and he hopes that she'll get used to Beauxbatons quickly.

Sample RP:

The sun's reflection looked like tye-dye in the center of the lake. Pinks, oranges, and golds swirled around like a dance in the water, it looked beautiful. Vee snapped back into reality when a boat tredded across the dark water. It was late, and she should be getting home, but the chaos that awaited her would be too much to bear. Even though the house was big enough to house twenty people, it felt small and inadiquat. Victoire pushed her bangs out of her face and sighed. This was the last time that she'd look at this lake. It was a beautiful sight to see, the marvelous lake glistening with all of the boats' sways. It was strange to think of how she was just witnessing it now, after all of these years. Her long, silky hair rippled in the breeze. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she took note of all of the things this lake had witnessed; her walking and laughing with her friends, her first kiss, he first midnight walk. She would leave it all behind.

"It'll be worth it." She whispered, as if making a promise to the inatimate water. She felt connected to the lake, as if they shared something. It was odd, but nice. She wasn't going to have a conversation with water, she wasn't that insane, but she felt like it could read her mind. It knew her feelings. The bustling city of Geneva was always quiet at dusk, but now, it was still and eerie. The only sound that was heard was the lapping of the water against the dock, where she sat. It was weird, to be sitting all alone, but she didn't want to change it. Vee wanted to take a picture of the phenomenon, to remind her while at Beauxbatons that the lake would be here waiting for her, no matter what happened.

She tore her eyes away from the city skyline to look at her watch. Her heart almost skipped a beat when she realized that she was an hour late. She jumped from her place and ran to the edge of the dock. At the top of her lungs, she yelled, not caring who heard:

"Au revoir, old friend!"

Must be Cossu

[wilsonbandgeek]

First Name: Jessica (a.k.a. Jessie)
Last Name:Berglund
Age:16
Appearance: Famke Janssen
History:Jessica was born in Vaxjo Sweden. Her parents were never married, when Jessie turned five people found out about there child before marriage they were almost like public enemies. So they moved them selves to France, were they family lived in a big mansion about 20 miles out side of Lyon. One of the first thing to happen when they settled in they found out that Jessica's mom (Sasha) was pregnant. Jessica's little sister died before she was even born. Jessie's mother then decided not to try for any more kids.

When Jessica was six she found out that she had oddly sharp teeth but not super sharp. She found out from a book in her Attic that she was a quarter. She never knew it but her grandpa was a full vampire then her dad was half. After realizing there weren't alot of kids around she needed something to entertain her self with. She decided to go into music and she stuck with it all the way since she was ten till now. She plays flute, piccolo, violin, and guitar.


Personality:Jessica sometimes seem more into music then anything, but its not true. She is naturally smart so she really didn't need to spend much time on extra studies. You might find that once Jessie gets into playing her music you cant get her out until shes ready, this is because she has to concentrate on everything to make it real music. She loves mostly anything having to do with revealing your inner self. Chakras, Auras, Numerology, and palm reading are just a few of the things.

Jessica being a quarter vampire dose affect her personality alot. Shes always trying to find out if shes light or dark. She figured it will soon be time to chose, but she is kind of decisive so it might be a hard choice. Jessie is quiet, calm, and down-to-earth, she has little reason for her action and little action on her reasoning. She is probably the mos unique and some what confusing person you'll ever know she tends to send mixed signals. Jessica never really shares her feelings she is said to wear a mask.

Sample RP: Jessica looked up into the sky. She knew that the clouds weren't meant to look like shapes but they always did to her. The current one she was studying either looked like a heart or an apple. Every time she stared at the clouds she would pull a psychiatrist act on her self. What dose this one look like? What dose that one look like? It would go on for hours inside her head.

Jessie sat up. What was that noise? She looked over at the taller grass in the field she was lying in. The grass moved again and something came out. It was a little chipmunk. " Well hello." she rubbed his ear after her cautiously came to her. " Ain't you adorable?" The chipmunk hopped into Jessica's lap and looked into the sky, then squeaked. "Pretty arnt they? Though that black one over there looks even prettier." The chipmunk squeaked at her again. "It looks like a storms coming!" Maybe I should be heading home."

She placed the chipmunk on the ground next to her and stood up. "Maybe we will meet agian...... , but till then god-bye." Jessica waved at the chipmunk then turned on her heel toward home, she needed to practice her flute anyway.



Must be Cossu

[ace]

First Name: Alec

Last Name: Edwards

Age: 16

Appearance: Alec is quite tall, has blond earshort hai, he's got almond shapend eyes and a kind of pointy nose, he's got a confident aura around himself but nonetheless he's a very friendly person, you can tell that just by looking at him. He usually wears muggle clothes since he's so used to them but he oftens wears his school robes too, after all, they're supposed to be used.

History: Alec was born in the 25th of January, he was adopted a few weeks after he was born, his parents were wizards and someday so would he be, his foster parents however had no idea what was to come from the little blond boy. When Alec was about 8 years old he started levitating things and his ''parents's'' were astonished, they couldn't believe what they're eyes saw, the prohibited Alec of doing such things and somehow believed that the boy had been posessed by a spirit.

Time after time Alec tried to stop his 'little tricks', that was how his parents called it a couple of years later a man passed by him on the street and just whispered to him 'They're not your family, we are.' those little words got Alec thinking, was she really his mom, was he really his dad?? He had to know the answe, so one evenning he was sitting on the sofa watching tv, he looked at his mum then at his dad, trying to gain some courage, after a moment or two he asked the unexplainable question, he to his most disgrace, it was true.

After that he turned a rebel, he wanted to know his true parents, he wanted them to explain why he could do what he could do, why? He needed answers, and the only ones who could answer that was his parents. Then one day, an owl flew to his window and it had a letter in its beak, wonderign what that could be he curiously opened it and felt the air leave his lungs, he was a wizard and not only that but he was going to a wizardry school.

After many debates with his foster parents, they decided to let him go, he was old enough to decide his own future, and so, he travelled to Beauxbatons Academy, during his trip from England to France, he got bitten by a vampire and sometimes he feels the sudden urge to drink blood and to wonder around at night, thankfully the bite hadn't been too deep; although he doesn't know it, his real parents are purebloods and their reaction to his change of blood won't be very nice.

Personality: Alec is a very nice person, he's very calm, does his best at anything he does, he's very talkative, kind, worries about his friends, wishes to find his family and that kind of agonizes him. He likes to do extreme sports, being raised by muggle parents influenced his likes/dislikes a lot, he has a strange ambition to run around the world, to meet other wizards, know different kinds of magical stuff; the lack of magic in his younger life made him want to know more and more, he's very helpful and likes learning new things, he fancies very much art and poetry. He sometimes has violent change moods, from good to bad and then back again, it's very hard to cope with and he doesn't want anyone to know he's a vampire.

Sample RP:
Working for one side was difficult enough, but as Joshua liked to think, he could take more that that, he could do more, help more for the sake of those who had raised him with such love and such passion, there was no way he would let them down even if it killed him. Difficult man this boy was, sometimes he didn't know what he was doing on earth, but then as he saw how many lives he could save just from helping the order hehushed his feelings. Why had he chosen to go into the order and not be one of the many Death Eater that had shown to be loyal to Voldemort? Being a double agent and cheating on the order would be a perfect thing to do, thet wouldn't know what had hit them. But that would just not be him, he was kind hearted, violent at times but only when needed...it made no sense, why did he feel so...abandoned? So alone??

He did it, because he hated evil and every moment that he had to pretend was astonishing hateful to him, it wasn't as easy as he had thought as first, everytime he 'hangs out' with his fellow Death Eaters, he comes back weak and his thoughts a whole bucket of doubt, did they really stir up all this comotion in him or was it always there? Just waiting to be awaken, that was one of the questions that he thought he would never find the answer to, as his mind mingled on the subject of whether he was truly worthy of being who he was, Joshua Croy Nathaniel, former Gryffindor, fighter to death, not a betrayer. Was it that difficult to get his answers? Yes, indeed it was the worst thought he had come to yet.

Night had fallen, over the mountains one could still see the bright flashes of purple and red, although it had been a sunny day it was now cold and windy, his hair often fell upon his eyes and he had to push it away, not very keen on going to his merky apartment and most of all dissaparating( he was worn out and afraid of leaving half of him behind), it would be almost suicide to do that. He was in Hogsmeade and there were lots of places where he could stay there, he thought as he looked at the many little shops and houses all around the little village, he had just made himself more tired by walking all the way from where he had just come from, but in one way it was good. He could think, but what he thinked about was the worse part.

He frowned slightly as his eyes found a little shop with a sign that read 'Hogsmeade Bed and Breakfast', he had never heard of that little inn and found it oddly strange had it been that long since he had looked around Hogsmeade? No, the last time he had been in Hogsmeade was when he...finished school. Ahhh, such neglect at the place he so much loved to be in, he remembered how he would always go into Madam Puddifoots and bug the couples and he watched as they snogged eachother and it all seemed to have happened a thousand centuries ago. He decided to go and explore the new shop of wich he had no memories, a memory of him driking his first glass of firewhiskey with his mates came into view and he couldn't help but grin, foolish games had always been his favourites.

He opened the door and let it close behind him, the sorrounding was pretty cossy and kind of made him feel at home, there was a fire crackling at the far end, he rubbed his arms though he did not know why he did it. He could smell something, he knew it was food but he didn''t know exactly what. There were a couple of people around, chatting and talking, witches and wizards, not like there would be any muggles there, he thought with a faint smile on his lips. He walked to the counter and noticed that there wasn't anyone there so he sat on a stool turning his back to the counter and resting his elbows there, he looked out the window and in that brisk time, it had turned dark.

He's a little too much like a Gary Stu, so please be careful of that.

Must be Rouerie

[Luka Petrelli]

First Name:
Luka
Last Name:
Petrelli
Age:
17
Appearance:
Luka stands at six foot two inches with a slightly muscular built. His dirty blonde hair that may change from darker to lighter depending on the season, and weather. His hair is more times than not, found to be in a mess. Some times if Luk is feeling unlazy he will put some sort of product in it to make it a tad bit neater. His eyes are the color of the sky after a rain storm. The silvery orbs can be described as distant, yet very enchanting. When out of school robes his normal clothing is pretty normal, mostly jeans, graphic tees, and hoodies.



History:
Luka grew up in a small traditional home in the United States. From his earliest memory his father was hardly ever around, always away on business or some other lame excuse that called him to be as many miles as possible from his family. Most of the time he was just screwing his assistant, which wouldn't have been as big of a deal, but his assistant was a barely legal male fresh out of college. To say the least when that secret came out everything changed. Of course Luk's mom still stayed due to the fact she was way too used to her high privileged lifestyle. The affair went on for many years, each month a different guy, or girl. Many people tend to think it is from his father Luka gets his wild lifestyle, and taste in relationships.

When Luka was eleven years old he started a private school, for the magically gifted in the States. It came as a shock to his mother when he came of age and weird things started to happen. His mother was a muggle, and believed that magic only existed in fairy tales. Her husband failed to mention he was a wizard when they got married. She started to freak out at first when little shocks of Luk's gift started to show. Thing would randomly break, move, or disappear, and she thought at first she was going crazy and almost had to be put into an asylum. At this time Luk's dad was aboard, and therefore couldn't explain. Once he returned everything was explain, but it still didn't rectify the the damage.

When Luka was sixteen years old his father's company was sold, and the family was forced to move to France. It was that he continued his education at the best school his father could find. He was enrolled in Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Now he is in a giant school with no one he knows. Life is difficult, but Luk has always been a go-with-the-flow kind of guy so it shouldn't be too hard to make friends.

Personality:
Luka is basically your normal kind of guy. He has his ups and downs, and it's really the down times that you should be worried about. Some times he can get into the weirdest moods, and likes to be random. Random things make his world go round. He has a very sarcastic personality, and really doesn't care much about what others have to say. Luk is a very lustful person often hooking up with people just for the fun of it. He likes to joke around a lot, but not everything is fun and games for him. Luk has a hidden darker side, but that doesn't come out often. He only shows his bad side when he feels like he has been wronged, or is in trouble. He's a really down to earth guy and tries to stay away from fights as much as possible.

Sample RP:
“Death Eaters?” What the hell were Death Eaters? There was so much that he didn't understand about this world. It wasn't the magic part that got him all confused. Luka had been used to that since he was eleven years old. He was pretty much used to all the freaky stuff the Wizard world had to offer, but back in the states they never had what the Europeans seemed to call Death Eaters. They sounded like some Saturday morning cartoon rejects. “So what's with these Death Eater things? Are they supposed to be some scary gang or something?” The person he was talking to looked at him like he belonged in a straitjacket. “You're kidding right?” The question was quickly answered with Luk's questionable look. “Well.. Death Eaters are He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's followers. You know, the Dark Lord. They are the most feared things in a existence.” Oh, well that explained a lot of things, and it made things even more complicated around here. Not only did he have to worry about making friends, and fitting in, now Luka had worry about a gang of mindless drones trying to kill him because he was a half-blood.

A mental shrug passed over him as he watched the guy he had been talking to go on about the War, and which side wanted to win. “So..” he said interrupting the speaker's last sentence, “What is Hogwarts?”, “Oh, that's easy it's just another school much like this one, except the kids from around England and such. It's supposed to be the best Magical school ever, but I guess that's open to interpretation.” Again Luk has tuned out as a boy walked by in tight fitted jeans that should be on a girl. His hair was a pile of messy black locks, and dark make up lined his eyes. This kid was the most gorgeous thing he had seen in a while. Maybe it was the fact he hadn't been around anyone since he left the states, but Luk couldn't take his silver stare off of the kid. He watched as the kid sat down on the grass taking out a guitar. Man, that was such a cliché, but he still couldn't help but be curious. As many thoughts passed through his mind, both innocent, and not so innocent a girl went over to join the boy. A soft sigh escaped his lips. Typical, although he couldn't blame either one of them for wanting each other. They were both beautiful in their different ways. It just wasn't fair. Why did everyone always have someone? Meh-, maybe he was just being a little over emotional.

Sorry if this is totally terrible. It has been months since I RPed and I'm running pretty museless these days.

Must be Sournois

[sweethang]

First Name: Mikayla
Last Name: Johnson
Age: 11
Appearance:

History: Mikayla was born on December 18. She was a very hard baby to take care of. She wasn't bad or trouble making, she was just always a curious baby. She loved to crawl around from the time she was able to and just mess with things. She had broken things on accident and hurt herself on accident. Mikayla loved to climb things, or try at least. She still wasn't big enough right after she learned to walk.

When she was three she began going outside and observing everything she could. She learned how to climb in trees, just so she could sit and watch the birds and squirrels. Mikayla loved to observe anything she could, and find out everything she could about it. She touched, smelled, and watched things. She was always the type of child you could find in unusual places.

When she was five, she took an interest in searching around the house for things. Mikayla especially liked to climb things. She was always a curious kid, and still is. She likes to ask herself questions such as, "Where does this lead to?" and "What would happen if i did this?" You could always find her in places where you wouldn't expect.

Around the age of seven, Mikayla stopped searching as much. Yes, she still loved to find things out and play mystery, but she gained some friends to play with, too. She began using her imagination to play games, even if she was by herself. She still searched and was curious, but found new ways to do things also.

When people saw Mikayla being herself, sometimes they would make fun of her. She really didn't care, she would just cooly say, "I am different, and different is a good thing if it means not being like you. I would never tease people for their imagination." Yes, Mikayla was a very bright kid.

When Mikky got her letter admitting her to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, she was nervous, but hey, a new place to venture out and find new things. She would make new friends, learn magic, and have fun exploring and using her imagination. She was more excited than she had been in awhile.

Personality: Mikayla is a fun- loving girl and can't get enough of mischeif. She loves to try new things and meet new people. She isn't afraid to get out into the world and be herself. But, that's not the only thing about her. She likes to draw and write stories. She is a very imaginative girl and sometimes pretends she is in a whole other world.

Mikayla doesn't get bored easily. Whenever she starts to get bored, she likes to go outside or a big room and play. She plays unusual games, but that's just what she likes. She is hyper, and sort of clumsy. She likes jumping, running, writing, drawing, swimming, climbing, and laughing. Mikky isn't the kind of girl to get down easily. She loves to look on the bright side so if something goes wrong, she just prays and tries to stay optimistic.

Mikayla is a very lovable girl and doesn't make enemies easily. She doesn't do well with people hating her, and if someone doesn't like her, she normally isn't mean. All she does is puts them in the back of her mind and doesn't think about them. She can get insulting sometimes, but very rarely. Miki is a very creative and colorful. She doesn't like dull colors. She likes bright and vibrant colors.

Mikayla gets into trouble about once a week, not harsh punishment, though. She sometimes gets really into her imagination so much, she breaks things. She alsos gets smart with people. Whenever they say something she knows is wrong, she will correct them, then get in trouble for being rude. She loves to jump on beds and run around the house.

Mikki is clumsy, loud, and hyper. She likes to scream and shout. She falls down quite a bit and has broken her leg and arm once each, and sprained her wrist once. She almost never runs out of energy, which backfires sometimes. Her favorite sport is softball, because you get to run, yell, and cheer.

Mikayla generally gets along with her family but sometimes she fights with her older sibling. They don't hang out a lot, but when they do, their conversations can either bring them closer as a family, or they will end up fighting. Mikki sometimes thinks it's funny when they fight. Sometimes they will yell at each other that they will never talk to each other again, then a few minutes later, they will have made up.

Sample RP: Mikayla ran around her back yard. She was playing spy all by herself. She climbed up a small tree and looked around. She whispered to herself while playing this game, pretending she was talking to someone. She raised her hand up to her mouth and talked into an imaginary wrist watch. "Target not found. Any keys on the radar yet?"

As Miki jumped out of the tree, she listened to an imaginary voice. She landed on her knees and got a grass stain on her pants. "That's a negative." She got frustrated and yelled quietly. "I need to find that gear box and open the doors!" She was in a mission to stop an evil imaginary villain called Vasor. He was planning to blow up an imaginary planet, Platona.

Mikayla ran to a tree by the back of the house. "I found it!" She pretended to hit buttons and pull a lever. She ran into the house, pretending it was Vasor's lab. She rushed up the steps and into an empty, big room she used to play in. "Your plan is foiled Vasor!"

She ran to the other side of the room and pretended to be fighting, but she fell down. She just acted like Vasor pushed her. She got up then pretended to push Vasor into a closet. Mikayla needed to find the Platona destroyer. She pretended to hear something beeping. "Got it!" She pulled an imaginary lever and began to pretend to destroy the machine.

Just as she was finishing, her mom began calling for her. "Mikki, dinner is done!" Mikayla ran out the door and down the steps. "I just got done defeating Vasor! he was planning to blow up Planet Platona!" Her mother was used to Mikayla's imagination and just smiled. Mikayla talked to her mom all about her mysterious adventure while finishing her spaghetti.

When Mikki's mom noticed the stains on her pants she giggled. These were Mikayla's play pants so it really didn't matter. 'Was there a villain that pushed you down outside?" Mikayla laughed and smiled. "No, I landed on my knees when I jumped out of the apple tree." Mrs. Johnson smiled and shook her head. "I guess you will need new play pants soon." Mikayla had ruined a lot of her play clothes, and she was down to the last two outfits. She merrily nodded at her mom and continued chewing.

Once she was done, she put her plate in the sink and headed for the door. "Got to go Mom! I have to go and save a Blabion captive from being killed!" In Mikki's imagination, Blabia was a country, and the people there were Blabions. Mikayla ran out the back door and began to play "Rescue of the Captive."

It sounds almost as if you're trying for a specific house. But give me a few more flaws on her, then I can sort you.

I hope this is better. I added onto personality and my Rp

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[tradger]

First Name:
Tradger

Last Name:
Thomas

Age:
16

Appearance:



History:
The name of his parents shall go undisclosed at this time, for personal reasons. They are a very wealthy family, living in a castle in Italy. His mother is a witch, but his father in 1/4 muggle. You see, his father's great, great, great, grandfather was a famous knight. One of King Arthur's Knights, named Sir Galahad.

Galahad's conception comes about when Elaine, daughter of the Grail King Pelles, uses magic to trick Lancelot into thinking she is Guinevere. They sleep together, but on discovering what has transpired, Lancelot abandons Elaine and returns to Arthur's court. Galahad is placed in the care of his great aunt, the abbess at a nunnery, and is raised there. "Galahad" was Lancelot's original name, but it had been changed when he was a child. Merlin prophesies that Galahad would surpass his father in valor and be successful in his search for the Holy Grail. It is also interesting to note that Galahad's maternal grandfather Pelles is generally considered to be a descendent of Joseph of Arimathea's brother-in-law Bran [whose line was entrusted with the grail by Joseph].

Upon reaching adulthood, Galahad is reunited with his father, who knights him. He is then brought to King Arthur's court at Camelot during Pentecost. Without realizing the danger he was putting himself in, Sir Galahad walks over to the Round Table amidst the revelry and takes his seat at the Siege Perilous. This place had been kept vacant for the sole person who would accomplish the quest of the Holy Grail; for anyone else sitting there, it would prove to be immediately fatal. Sir Galahad survives the event, witnessed by King Arthur and his knights. The king then asks the young knight to perform a test which involves pulling a sword from a stone. This he accomplishes with ease, and King Arthur swiftly proclaims Sir Galahad to be the greatest knight in the world. He is promptly invited to join the Order of the Round Table, and after an ethereal vision of the Holy Grail, the quest to find the famous object is set.

Despite, and perhaps because of his sinless nature, Galahad as a character seems inhuman. He defeats rival knights apparently without effort, speaks little to his fellow knights, a sidefrom happy thughts, and leads his companions to the Grail with a relentless determination. Galahad soon fell in love on this journey. He met, and later married a witch.

Once both of them got married, they had one child, resulting in being Tradger's dad. Once he got married with a witch, they both had a child as well, named Tradger, and once he was of age, he got his acceptance letter to Beauxbatons and decided to attend the school thereafter. Beauxbatons better be ready though, Tradger Thomas is about to attend it.

Personality:
Tradger is a pretty nice guy, through and through. As long as you don't bother him, then you're fine. He doesn't get pissed off easily, but when he does, you'd better watch out. He's a quiet kid, meaning, he only talks when spoken to. When he speaks though, people listen. They REALLY listen. It wasn't that Tradger is shy or anything, he really isn't, it's just that he didn't feel the need to speak to others, unless spoken to. Even with this personality he had, many people made friends with him. He gives great advice as well, and likes to help people out. Despite his family's history on having alot of money, Tradger didn't brag about it. He wouldn't mention anything on it, unless you asked him, and even then he would tell you with great difficulty.


Sample RP:
Rap music blasted from the door partially ajar in the apartment. This was a two bedroom apartment that belonged to just him. He liked to live alone, because it gave him freedom. Back at his parents house, well, castle that it, he would have them always nagging him about something.Tradger, don't touch that. It's expensive.Tradger, don't slam the door. Tradger, why aren't you wearing that new suit? Tradger, when are you ever going to get some decent clothes? You look like one of those damn muggles. It got up to the point where he couldn't take it anymore.

When not in school, Tradger worked at Quality Quidditch Supplies, a muggle music store, and a small wizarding restaurant. All three helped him pay for books, music, and anything else he desired. Even though his parents were wealthy, Tradger wanted to earn the money himself, and pay for things on his own. He was independent, never relied on anyone.

Tradger hummed to the music he had going as he relaxed on his bed. His mind wandered around a particular girl he saw earlier, her name was Antoinette Cordine, what you could call his latest target. The thing was, he felt different about her than he did with the other girls he had dated. It was a feeling he couldn’t exactly put his finger on, but whenever the thought of her entered his mind he smiled. Tradger couldn’t remember the last time he did that. Well, actually, he could. Tradger just didn’t want to.

A small alarm went off on Tradger’s watch and he checked the time. It was almost time for his next shift at the restaurant. He got up off of his bed, slipped into his sneakers, grabbed his leather jacket and put it on over his gray sweatshirt. Tradger walked out of the room, glanced at his dad lying on the couch passed out with a blanket over him, and left without another thought. He and his dad got along fine, but things were awkward between them at times.

About twenty minutes later Tradger was inside the restaurant with a white apron wrapped around his waist.

“You’re late, Thomas!” Came an annoying French accented voice. Tradger sighed and turned to face his manager, Jean. Jean wasn’t much older than Tradger but acted like he was twenty years his senior rather than two years.

Tradger shrugged, “Sorry mate, it’s not like I can apparate, or anything.” Jean huffed and turned away walking towards a customer, his pad and paper in hand. Damn, he was annoying.

Soon, Tradger was into the swing of things when Jean’s voice made his skin crawl again. “Thomas, get that customer!”

[/b] He pointed a pale finger at a dark haired girl who had just walked in and sat down. Thing was, she had ordered right away. “What do you want me to do?”

“Mike is going on break. You serve her food when it is ready.”[/b] Tradger looked at the guy with a face that didn't show much emotion. The boy didn't get mad easily at people, which was annoying, he just smiled his handsome smile, and turned to his next customer.[/color][/size][/blockquote]

Just so you know, if his father was any part muggle, then that makes Tradger a Half-blood. Pureblood means pure, as in only magical lines. If at any point someone in the family is any part muggle, they are no longer pureblooded. So Tradger is actually a halfblood.

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[caralynne]

First Name: Caralynne
Last Name: Summers
Age: 15
Appearance:
History:
Caralynne was born in a small village up in the North of England on November 8th. She has a noticeable northern accent but it doesn't come too strongly. As a baby she was quiet, her mother told her she always used to smile a lot and at night she used to sleep with her stuffed toy lamb. She learnt to walk at an early age and she learnt to speak very quickly. At the age of one she used to go wandering around and exploring more, she was quite energetic.

When she turned six she had to say goodbye to all of her friends because they were moving away to France. She picked up French quickly, her primary school class cast her out at first and thought of her as different being from England but they soon accepted her and she made a small group of friends.

When she reached age seven a new member of the family had joined them, a baby girl called Alexis. This meant let less attention going to Cara but that didn't worry her the slightest. Each night she wrote in a small leather diary of all her accounts. Cara made excellent progress at school and was able to slowly climb to the top of the class at the age of nine minus all the things that set her back : being unfamiliar to the country, language etc. which made it seem even more impressive although Cara set all of these thoughts from people aside.


Her magical gift was discovered when she was age 11, the average age for any wizard or witch to discover theirs. Both her parents were delighted, her mother was thrilled and her dad all the same. Both her parents were wizards and witches, her father was an auror working with the english ministry until they moved to France and her mother working in the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. They were all even more happy and brightened up when Cara receivedher letter from Beauxbatons. It was hard to contain excitement but they were able to pull through the most delightful moment.

Personality:
Cara is a very helpful person who is very smily for most of the time she is doing so. She grew up pure of heart and is a very kind hearted person. Although she doesn't mind the odd mischief. As out-going as she is she is also very considerate towards other people and the last thing she would want to do is hurt anyone but when it comes to it she will stand up for herself.

Being intelligent is one way to describe her, she can pick things up very quickly. She is book smart and also loves sport. Gymnastics is one that she loves, same as dance, cheerleading (using her gymnastics and dance) and ice skating. She likes every sport and is up to give anything a try, although some she may not be all that fabulous at.

Cara plays the harp(grade 7), guitar (grade 6), flute(grade 6), piano(teaching grade) and singing( grade 8). She finds music very calming and one of many things that make her happy. Her parents had encouraged her to play so many instruments because they discovered her good beat and rhythm.

She has been pushed quite some by her parents but she sees it as a good thing for it has lead her to her talents today. It isn't all perfection though, she is a clumsy person who tends to trip up a lot. She is quite indecisive and occasionally has mental lapses.

Sample RP:
Oh no, not again. Her alarm had failed to wake her up. She was going to be late for her music exam, why did it have to turn itself off today? Her mother was rushing about the house,"Cara, you need to hurry, and quick!" were the words that were ringing in her head for that half an hour of preparation. Her father was feeding Alexis in her baby high chair who seemed to be refusing to even have a lick of her porridge. As she quickly put on her coat struggling to up her buttons her mother was starting the car, the weather outside wasn't all that nice, a white layer of frost lay on the grass.

When Cara had finished fumbling around with the buttons and had her long black coat on she hurriedly made her way towards the car where her mum was beeping the horn for her to be quick. At last she had made it inside the car and they were off. She looked outside at the picturesque countryside scene they passed on the way to the exams hall that lie within Paris. The traffic was never all that good, and today it just had to live up to those expectations. How long was this going to be... an hour maybe?

"Ah, finally here, come on Cara," her mother said with a sigh of relief while grabbing hold of Cara's hand and dragging her inside of the towering building. Once they had entered a horrid feeling began to form in the pit of Cara's stoumach. They passed many doors, she began to wonder which room she would be taking it in. Many of the examiner's had a stern and serious look which was quite intimidating, it was a slim chance that they were going to mark her generously. She was only ten and she was going to do her grade 8 piano.

She jumped at the chance to practise in the waiting room. The piano wasn't too grand but it was good enough to play, all the keys were tuned and the pedals were working just fine. The music seemed to calm her down and not make her seem so tense about it all, "Miss Summers, the examiner is ready for you." Cara got up and picked her music book up, she then went with the man and was led to a large room where a rather pudgy woman sat on a chair with a desk beside her. Cara walked nervously towards the piano near her. The examiner's voice echoed in the room," You may begin."

I think she's a little too perfect, you did list some flaws, but I think there could have been more. Also I don't know any baby that is 1 that walks well enough to explore on her own lol. Just things to keep in mind.

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