Sorting (Term Eight)

[granger]

First Name: Nathaniel

Last Name: Sullivan

Age: Seventeen

Appearance:

History: Nathan was born on January 1^st to Jacob, and Elaine Granger. For the first few years of his life Nathan lived like any normal happy little kid. He did everything that baby did. When he took his first steps, and said his first word his parents couldn't have been happier. Jacob loved his parents more than anything in this world. He felt lucky that he had the best parents that any of his other friends, and let me tell you his friends were jealous. Nathan had no desire to go against what his parents told him.

Around his fifteenth birthday all that changed. He was starting his 'rebellious' stage in life, and it almost got him killed. It was about 11:00pm on February 19^th just a month after his fifteenth birthday. His parents were in bed, and his friend had come to get him. There was a party that night, and Nathan had to go to every single party int heir area or he wouldn't have been considered cool. So he snuck out to attend this party.

There were tons of people there, and Nathan knew all of them. There was beer, and all kinds of alcoholic beverages. Before now Nathan had no intentions of drinking anything that his parents wouldn't approve of, but being the fifteen year old that he was he knew he had to do something against his parents, and with all the peer pressure he did. All night he drank alcohol. Then it was time to go home.

He had always been against the whole drinking, and driving thing, but now he didn't care. He was so tired, and so drunk that if he knew he was getting into this persons car he wouldn't have cared much. The other kid was also drunk, but probably not as much as Nathan. On the way home the only thing that Nathan had remembered was feeling his head smash through the windshield, and headlights coming towards them. It was one of the scariest times in his life. He woke up in the hospital the next day. His parents by his bed. He was so ready for a lecture, but never got it.

His dad talked to him about it, and asked him if he learned his lesson. Of course Nathan said yes, and vowed never to do it again, and since then he never has. A few years after his parents revealed to him that they were magical beings. A witch and a wizard. If this didn't come as a shock to him nothing ever would. He was more shocked about this than he was about not getting lectured about drinking. After they told him they handed him an extravagant envelope he opened it, and read it. Inside was an invitation to a magical school. If he wasn't so unsure about the whole thing he probably could have been excited, but his parents talked to him about it for a long time, and he made his mind up to go. How bad could it possibly be anyway.

Personality: Nathan is a good kid. He loves his parents, and his friends. It's hard to make this kid mad. He has had his slip ups of mistakes, and so does everyone, but overall he acts pretty good. He likes to make friends. He usually gets along better with women then men. He likes having guy friends, but they aren't nearly as fun as girls, plus he is a huge flirt.

He can be a bit conceited though. Under some circumstances. He cares about others, but sometimes he cares about them too much, and it gets him into trouble. He's just a naturally caring person, and that's how he was raised.

Sample RP: Nathan walked out of his room, and into the living room. He was almost packed, but he wanted to take some time out to watch some tv. He thought it was weird how the magical people didn't have television. 'they don't know what they are missing' he ran his hand over the scar that was above his right eye. It protruded out a lot. The place where he had a piece of glass lodged in his head. It was a habit of his to touch it every now and again. Every time he did it brought back those horrible memories.

After rummaging through the channels he stopped on some cooking show. He wasn't really paying any attention. His attention span was very short. One of his many flaws. He layed back casually on the couch keeping his eyes on the tv. If someone came in and asked him what he was watching right now he wouldn't even know. The only thing he does know is that they are cooking. He smiled to himself. Then out of the kitchen came his mothers voice. "Nathan..are you ready.." As much as he loved his mom he hated it when she asked him questions like that. He hated when she was being..'motherly'. He rolled his eyes, and then answered her. "Almost.." It wasn't any of her business any way was it? "Well we're leaving in about ten minutes, and if your not ready your not going." He scoffed. They were leaving to take him to the train station. Where were they really going to go without him. Still he got up, and walked back into his room to finish packing.

his clothed layed out all over his bed. It was so overwhelming to fold all his clothes, and lay them neatly in his case. So he just picked them all up in on big bundle, and made them fit into it. Satisfied he nodded a bit, and then pulled two cases of clothes, and other items out into the living room only to re-claim his spot on the couch. "Done.." He yelled back to his mom. He knew she would come check, and that's exactly what she did too. He saw her blond head peer over at him from in the kitchen. "Good.."

[/i][/color] She said and then moved her head back.

About five minutes of watching tv, and his father cam strolling in trying to gather everything up, and pack into their ugly little car. He hated riding in that thing. After a few minutes of trying to get his mother to put down what she was doing to come with them his father eventually rushed them all out into the car. "You act like you excited about me leaving dad.." Nathan said sarcastically. He had developed an attitude over the years, but it only came out on occasion.

They pulled up at the train station, and unloaded everything onto a cart. It had to be a family trip..he knew it would be. His parents couldn't let him do anything on his own. Oh no..now that he was seventeen he was pretty much not able to do anything himself. They made it to the train, and he turned around to look at his parents. As he expected his mother was crying. So he just hugged her, and shook his dad's hand. It was easier without the words. "I love you mom.." He said as he started toward the train. It was the start of something new, and he was surprisingly..excited.[/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

As the rules, and as it's stated in the first post of this thread, you are not allowed to use the last name of an actor/actress, character and so on. So you need to change your last name from Granger, everything else is fine though, so once you change that you can be sorted.

Also, just a heads up, you aren't allowed to RP drinking here on this site. Your application is fine thats the past. But just giving a heads up.

Sorry about that..changed

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Must be Rouerie

[amburger14]

First Name:
Amber
Last Name:
Vladmir
Age:
11
Appearance:

History:
Two hundred and fifty plus years of Vladmir's are behind her. The staggering history of the muggle branch of the line is nothing in comparison to the magical branches of the tree. Throughout Wizarding history it seems as if a Vladmir has had their finger in everything notable that has happened, even if it was behind the scenes financing the operation.
The Vladmir coat of arms is a fist clenching four wands, much like the muggle version clenching five arrows, with the family motto below it. Magi, Puritas, Furtivus (Magic, Pure, Furtive).

Reynold Vladmir and Evelynn Awning were far from a fairy tale marriage. Both purebloods, they attended school together with Evelynn two years below Reynold. Though the two were friends, they were far from romantically interested in each other - so imagine their horror when one day their parents arranged a marriage between the two of them. As respectable purebloods, they both agreed and put on the perfect, stoney facade that is expected of all high-class citizens.

Even though both families were old money, Reynold maintained a job working as curator for a wizarding museum in Glasgow, while Evelynn stayed home. Despite the two being far from in love, their marriage was a peaceful one built on friendship - and perhaps somewhere along the way, they grew to care for each other more. Whether or not they did will forever be up for debate, since neither would admit it if it were true.

Less than a year after the month after the two returned from their lavish honeymoon (six months in South America!), Evelynn announced her pregnancy. It was a difficult time for both, as she experienced many complications, leading up to an exhausting twelve-hour labor one stormy morning in November. The end result was a bouncy baby boy whom they named Arawn, born
in the midst of the nastiest storm of the year and the middle of the night.

A few months before Arawn's first birthday and during the treatments he was receiving for his neurofibromatosis Evelynn announced that she was pregnant with their second child. The time was stressful for all the members of the small family and thankfully, this pregnancy was less complicated than the first. On May 15th, Evelynn went into labor again and after a mere eight hours, bore a baby girl whom she named Amber , a small pale child who even as an infant rarely cried. Evelynn was deemed incapable of having more children, but the couple was not heartbroken. They had a boy and girl, exactly what they had hoped for.

Amber was a quiet child from the start, she preferred to watch people and would fuss only when left alone for long periods of time. She was most content when she was laying on a blanket near her brother, watching everything that he did. As soon as she was able to crawl she began following him around the house, mimicking everything he did. When he began his studies at age five, he took it upon himself to teach her everything he knew and she absorbed like a sponge.

It was a more difficult experience, however, when Amber began her own studies as she had decided right off that the tutor was unworthy her time and she refused to speak to him. She had no playmates outside of her brother, as she treated the other children with the same comtempt that she did her tutor. Lying came naturally to her and her need to protect her brother outweighed her affection for her parents and she felt no guilt in lying to them about things for him. Early on, she discovered a certain pose or look would effect adults in a certain way and she began taking advantage of that immediately.

To label Amber as manipulative would be an understatement. The practice she got from her parents, tutors and various nannies that filtered in and out of their lives. The day that Arawn got his Beauxbatons letter could easily be considered the most horrid day of her young life. Upon learning that she would be staying home with her parents, Amber punished them and stopped speaking to them. After Arawn left, she spoke to no one and spent hours writing her brother letters to pass her time. She spent almost a full year in her room, forcing the tutors and her meals to come to her, only emerging for Christmas and Easter, when Arawn came home. He made sure to teach her the levitating charm, something that caused her no end of delight and her tutors an endless supply of headaches for the next few months. Amber had still not started speaking to her parents, convinced they had separated the siblings out of spite.

If Amber were to be honest with you, which would be doubtful at best, she would tell you that she spent the year in a perpetual nightmare state that she would not receive her own letter and would spend the next seven years apart from her brother, whom she looked upon as a god. Her father was a distant figure that paid her little attention and her mother was fussy, at least in Amber's opinion.

When Amber received her own Beauxbatons letter, she was relieved to say it simply. She would soon be joining her brother, which she considered to be her rightful place in life. The train ride to Beauxbatons was an interesting experience though she was mortified at the sort of people she was being forced to associate with. She finally spoke to her parents at their parting on platform nine and three quarters, giving them an icy and emotionless goodbye.

Personality:
Amber is a perfectionist first and foremost. From her first memory she has always followed after her brother and she naturally exclusive. She was almost seven years old before she spoke to someone outside of her family, though not because she was not able to but because she didn't feel the need. Her first instinct is to stay quiet and analyze things, whether it be a situation or a person, which she has a uncanny knack for. She does not speak unless she feels the urge and is not known for making idle conversation. She can spend hours without speaking a word to anyone and when she does speak it is usually a cruel or tart remark that cuts close to home.

To her, emotions are something that make life messy so hers are naturally suppressed. Logic rules supreme in her mind and things must be dealt with rationally in order to promote perfection. Decisions are not made on the basis of emotion. This reliance on logic can make Amber appear heartless. She has little patience for compliments or encouragement, unless they come from Arawn. She in turn, rarely gives compliments to others, thinking they should be proud of their own work without her having to waste time by pointing it out.

Often times the cold hearted people accuse her of being, Amber looks at nothing but her family and her house, though not always those in it, as the most important things in life. everything else can be sacrificed or used in order to benefit the forementioned two.


Sample RP:

The halls of the castle were quiet as it was so long after dinner and almost everyone was in their respective common rooms preparing themselves for bed and the next day. Amber Vladmir, however, was just leaving the library having waited until the last possible moment to check out the books she had selected and make her way back to her own dorm. The books secured in her bag, Amber walked slowly down the corridors checking before turning each corner for a Professor or Prefect before continuing. She hated having to answer to those idiot prefects, most of whom shouldn't have been granted with the honor in the first place. They knew nothing of house pride and stank with commonness.

A soft sigh distracted her as she peeked around a corner and her head turned to look over her other shoulder. There, in a niche partially hidden behind a large statue, was a young couple. Amber's eyes narrowed as she recognized them. Syltherin and Hufflepuff, disgusting. The pair had not noticed her and she slipped further into the shadows in case they turned at that exact moment. Slipping her wand out of her robes, Amber muttered a curse under her breath and a shot of green spark shot towards the two. The bat bogey hex, she wasn't half bad at it.

With a muffled laugh and without waiting to see which of the two it had hit, though the yells coming from behind her assured her that she had hit someone, Amber took off down the corridors on light feet for her common room and to recant the tale to Arawn. He would find great delight in it.

Ok it's a great application. But you have that you went off to Hogwarts with your brother, this is Beauxbatons. Fix that little mistake and I'll sort you.

Done xD

Must be Sournois

[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'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
Unlike her parents, who were both born in England, Kenzie was born in America. Kenzie comes from a wealthy family, however 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.


*' 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, 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 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'.

Sorry about the mistakes. Fixed.

Your personality and RP could have been a bit longer.

Must be Sournois

[emma]

First Name:
Emma
Middle Name:
Lynn
Last Name:
Blackwood
Age:
15

Appearance:
Her hair is one of her best features, not that she is an ugly girl, really. Long, mid back length, it tends to be bone curl. It's dark brown in color, almost black. She inherited that fact from her beautiful mother. It's silky softness often make people want to reach out and stroke it, though, if she lets you get close enough to touch it, you ought to be doing something more then just stroking her hair. She sometimes fasten it back in a loose up-do, or lets it hang around her face, if she feels like hiding that day.

Either way, her hair is a big part of who she is. Her skin is pale, not because of lack of being exposed to sunlight, but because tanning is not something that happens easily to her. It is flawless and perfect, with only on scar on the nape of her neck, just above the shirt-line on the right side of her neck. She doesn't remember where she could've gotten it. Her eyes are bright and round, and are certainly one of the ways to tell her mood. They darken and lighten, widen and narrow...all ways to indicate what she's feeling or thinking at times. She stands at a very short height for her eighteen years, only five feet three inches tall. She is skinny as well, overall having a very small impression.
Picture:

History:
Time passes when we least expect it to go on, even when something that has happened makes it seem as if time should just stand still. Helen thought that her life should stand still now. Her true love, her only love ever....had left her. And it had not because she looked funny, because she was unintelligent, or because she was horrible. No, it was because she was a Witch/Demon. Those stupid, intolerable words. She was something impure and inhuman. And that was something that had made her soon to be husband hate her. Mike...she figured she could finally trust somebody enough to tell, and it had to be him to know first. So, she had told him. What harm could come from telling her soon to be husband what she really was?

But the minute she had told him.....he had given her a look she couldn’t forget. He had looked at her...like she was some sort of monster. Some disease that couldn’t be touched or he would catch it as well. As if....as if she weren’t the woman he had loved for over five years. And then he had run, bolted, left. Whatever way you put it, he had vanished from her life forever. She never even got the chance to tell him that she was bearing his child. She had the child within eight months and was forced to give the daughter up to an orphanage, as she was too poor to support the child herself. She left the child on the steps of the orphanage with a small nametag attached. That was all she wanted...was for the girl to have this first name.

“Emma.” The note was written in messy, slanted writing. But it was readable, and the ladies at the orphanage chose to honor the Mom’s decision...though they never did figure out who she was. Emma was given the last name Blackwood simply because, for registration purposes, she needed a last name, and they came up with it at random. The child grew there, and, though the kind ladies provided what they could, their measly salary couldn’t support all of them. Somebody had to go...she knew this by age five. And that’s when she started being what they would have called ‘cute’. She smiled, she waved, she dressed in her best and said things like please and thank you. She saw the other children get adopted, but nobody ever asked for her.

Perhaps it was the dark hair and even darker eyes, the ones that seemed to have a secret behind them. Perhaps it was the way she stared enviously at them. Whatever it was, she didn’t get adopted. And slowly, ever so slowly, she began to stop caring. She immersed herself in the fairy tales of various different parts of the world. She learned all about magical creatures: werewolves, vampires, and witches. Then she went to sci-fi/fantasy....and discovered the world of wizardry. She so wished that world was real wished she could go into that world of magical properties. Because she felt she would fit in there. She had no evidence, no way of knowing that that part of the world was made for her. She just had a hunch, had a feeling.

Finally, when she was around eight, a rich and single but older man adopted her. Basically, as she found out later, he was trying to do an act of kindness. He took her back to his house, gave her whatever she wanted when she wanted. The condition was that she couldn’t talk to him. He didn’t want anything to do with her. All day, she dealt with servants and maids, cooks and nurses. She was just as happy this way, slowly becoming pampered. She never did get over that sense of loss over the fact that she thought she was in the wrong part of the world. When she was eleven, she began to gain her powers, Cyrohydromelikinesis the power to control water, ice, and to heal; though she does not use her healing powers often, because once she heals someone's wound(s) they go to her. And that’s when her adopted father revealed his identity at last.

He had long thought that Emma was her, was Helen’s daughter. He had just...he didn’t want to ask, for fear he was mistaken. But the letter sealed it. He was Mike...her dad. And he was actually ready to accept the fact that she was a demon, like her mother and grandmother before her had been. He finally...somewhat...understood. So he did his best, finding an old family friend, who was a demon, to help with the care of her. She wasn’t but 7 years older than Emma herself, still in school...but she was willing to help. The girls became close, almost a sisterly bond. The older girl was named Sara. She served not only Emma’s mentor but a best friend and an older sister. She was Emma’s everything.

So when the fire, that happened a week before the Christmas of Emma’s fifteenth year, killed Sara’s mom and dad, they took her in. When Sara moved out, she took Emma with her to live with her. Now they live out near London, enjoying their peace when they can. Now that Emma has found her dad...she can’t help but wonder where her mom is.

Even though she searches for her mother, her father and Sara both decided that it would be best for Emma to do to a magical school. So, Sara recommended the school she went to...Beauxbaton. And so Emma's father agreed to send her there, after a very long persuasion. Now, Emma Lynn Blackwood is here at Beauxbatons wondering what it will hold for her.

Personality:
She may be small, but she has a big attitude. She loves to learn, to be creative, and loves to know everything about anything. Her sense of curiosity is huge and demanding. When she has a question, she searches for the answer to it for some time, not giving up on it until she can figure out why something does exactly what it does, and how it does that action. She is stubborn, a typical trait. She has her ideas, her ideas that she believes to be simply the best. She doesn't take no for an answer, no matter who you are or what you're doing. She is also very, very headstrong. She fights for what she believes in, no matter if it's something stupid or some life and death situation.

While she's very, very intelligent and creative, that's not the first thing you may get from her. First, you would see some spoiled rich girl, who got whatever she wanted. But, beneath that carefully disguised shell, you see what she is. A hardened center, carefully honed. Nobody's words can hurt her, even though that stage in her life in gone...she still is deathly afraid of what they think of her. She just wants people to see her and accept it...but she doesn't think they ever can. She loves her power, loves to control ice, water and heal.

Sample RP:
Emma was at ease on the streets of where the Boutiques were in France, though she had neither been born here or ever lived here, she felt a certain calm, ease, and peace of mind. She hummed slightly as she went down the street, which soon became singing full out. Now, she had a good voice, a brilliant one at that, so the passerby merely smiled at her singing rather then giving her dirty looks or whatever. She quieted for a few more moments before exploding in song again, passerby now looking at her as if she were a bit weird, and pointedly walking on the farthest side of the sidewalk. "Oh, it's not like I'm going to poison you or something." she muttered to herself, the harsh words sounding weird even to her with her sweet, smooth voice. Yeah, she wasn't one to cause trouble. At least, not intentionally.

She sighed and ran a hand through her long dark curls, pushing them further out of her face, her dark brown eyes scanning the street. Hmm. Perhaps she should have stayed with the other students, instead of going off on her own. Sometimes she regretted ever leaving Sara, but at least she worked on her powers and studies, and had some place to call home. Today, she wore jeans and a black camisole, she was rarely one to be cold. She turned onto another street and saw someone down the street, and good a bad feeling all of the sudden. Whoever that was, she wasn't too sure she wanted to meet her...or him. As quietly as she could, she made her way down the street, trying to remain unnoticed.

You need some way to defeat or other people to protect themselves from your powers. They can't be undefeatable.

Must be Sournois

[danielle]

First Name: Danielle (Serena - middle name)
Last Name: Johen
Age: 16

Appearance

Danielle's angular face is framed by short, golden blonde hair that often hangs in her dark brown eyes. Her tan skin is often dotted with freckles, especially during the summer, but it's smooth and free of blemishes. She stands at five foot eight inches, and weighs approximately 126 pounds. Her hands are rather small and slender, her fingertips calloused from years of playing the guitar, though there are no other outward signs that Danielle has ever lifted a finger to do anything. She loves fashion, and will wear almost anything, from slacks, a blouse, and a fitted blazer, to ripped jeans, an old faded t-shirt, and a leather jacket. If it's a clothing combination that hasn't been tried before, Danielle is wearing it, and she is often noted as a trend setter because of her various styles.

History

Danielle was born to Jenna and Conner Johen in the early morning of October 31, 1991. Their home, the Johen Manor, was located in the small village of Saranac Lake, New York. It was Unplottable, and invisible to regular humans...the only thing they ever saw was an old, decaying house.

She was a happy child who wanted for nothing. There were other Wizard families living in Saranac Lake, so Danielle had plenty of friends, and all of the children got along relatively well. Being a creative and inquisitive girl, she often came up with games they could all play together, even when they were all stuck inside because of the weather, which happened a lot during the fall and winter months. When she wasn't with her friends, Danielle could be found finger painting with one of the maids, coaxing one of the butlers to dance with her 'like the big girls did', or practicing one of the various instruments she played.

There were frequent trips to New York City, New York, and once she was old enough, those short trips within the state changed to vacations to Paris and London. Danielle adored it, for her father was a fashion designer, and she was always spending time backstage, watching the models getting dressed and wishing that she could be like them some day. When she turned eleven, her wish came true...she was tall for her age, skinny and very somber looking at most times, so Conner began allowing his daughter to be part of the fashion shows. She took to it like a fish to water.

Now determined to follow in her father's footsteps, Danielle started to design her own clothing, along with continuing to model. It was around that same time that she discovered, by accident, that there was something magical (literally) about her talent. From the moment she could talk and read, Danielle had taken lessons with a number of different instruments--Electric, Acoustic, and Bass guitar, Piano, and Violin--and she was skilled at them all. Her tutors proclaimed that she was a musical prodigy the likes of which had never been seen before, for she could listen to a piece once and play it back perfectly. Conner, her father, put an end to her lessons when her tutors started insisting that Danielle go public with her talent. It was then that her parents explained to her that she was a witch, and that she had an innate, magical ability to play music the way she did. Danielle was stunned, because she had never seen her parents or those of her friends ever use magic before. That same year, she applied for entrance to Beauxbatons. But, a few weeks before she was to start her first term, her father decided that it was better for her to stay home and take care of her mother, who had fallen ill.

She continued to model and design clothing during the periods where her mother wasn't as sick, and after five years of being in and out of the (Muggle) hospital for tests and illnesses that magic couldn't cure, Jenna was finally better. Danielle immediately reapplied for entrance to Beauxbatons with only a few weeks until the new school year started. She was accepted, but not until after winter term had already begun, so she entered the school with classes already in progress. Still, Danielle is determined to catch up and do her best.

Personality

A pureblood through and through, Danielle was raised to be proud of who she was, but she was also taught to accept someone regardless of their blood purity. She can come off as a bit snobbish sometimes, especially in a situation where she is uncomfortable. Normally, she's a very polite young woman. Extremely impulsive, Danielle will not hesitate to be the first to try something new, and she also likes to show off every once in a while, especially if music is involved. She's a creative young woman, and if she isn't studying or practicing one of her instruments, she can usually be found writing anything from poetry to song lyrics.

Additional Info

Danielle can play any piece of music after listening to it once, and she also sings as well as most professional singers out there. She is able to produce a Patronus in the form of a Bark Scorpion, as well as being an unregistered Animagus.

History Behind her Animagus Form

When Danielle first learned she was a witch at age eleven, she also learned (almost) everything about her parent's past that was magic related...the parts that they had kept secret from her until now. That included the fact that her mother had been skilled in Potions when she attended Hogwarts, and her father had a knack for Charms and Transfigurations, as well as being an Animagus. Now of course, being daddy's little girl, Danielle was just as determined to be like Conner magic-wise as she was with everything else. So, after a good six months of begging, pleading, and cajoling, her father finally agreed to at least tell (and show) her the basic ground rules.

Once Danielle knew what had to be done in order to transform, she set to practicing whenever she had the chance, and even after a year with no results, she refused to give up. Almost three years later, on the eve of her fourteenth birthday, she was able to make a full transformation into a Golden Palomino. It didn't last long, and the transition between human and horse was slow and painful (and vice versa), but her father had done a handful of complicated spells while she was in horse form, and he declared that everything was perfect and she would be transforming like a pro in no time at all. Two years later, Danielle can effortlessly switch between to two forms, but it takes a good deal out of her. She also has a hard time adjusting from two legs to four and back again, and is often off balance for an hour or two after returning to her human form. Also, transforming means she won't eat for at least twenty four hours...just the smell of food during that time period makes her nauseous.

Sample RP

Tossing a lock of blonde hair out of her dark brown eyes, the sixteen year old hummed softly to herself as she fingered the strings of a worn and battered acoustic guitar. Every so often, she would stop playing long enough to add notes to the staff drawn out on the piece of paper in front of her. Clad in faded jeans with holes in the knees, a dark blue button down shirt (one of her father's old ones), and converse the same color as her shirt, Danielle would have looked like any other teenage girl if it weren't for one thing...the thick pieces of cream colored parchment balanced on one knee.

There was nothing out of the ordinary about the parchment itself, but upon closer inspection, one would be able to see the crest of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic at the top of each page. But if that didn't tip you off, then there was always the fact that Danielle was writing down notes and chords without touching the pencil. It was writing by itself. One of the many perks of living in a home that helped amplify your magic, and did a whole lot of things for you, like opening doors if your hands were full, or running bath water at the perfect temperature and keeping it there.

Danielle looked up as someone knocked on her door, then pushed it open. "Hey Keena." The house elf bowed, a huge plate of sandwiches in her hands. "Mistress Jenna told Keena that Mistress Danielle needed to be remembering to eat lunch." "Oh, okay. Tell mum I said thanks." Keena nodded, bowing again before she disappeared with a crack.

[[The modifications are in purple. Sorry about not clearing that all up from the get-go. If it needs to be more detailed than that, just let me know and I'll work on it.]]

Must be Sournois

[smith]

First Name:
Valentine

Last Name:
Smith

Age:
15

Appearance:


History:
Val was raised by her mother and father though she doesn't really remember seeing them all that much due to their jobs at the Ministry of Magic. Growing up for Val was really hard, seeing as she didn't have any siblings, there was never anyone to really talk to but she would leave the house walking around the neighborhood meeting the other kids.

One boy by the name of Dimitri became really close through the years. When her parents were away she would be at his house or he at hers. They grew a bond and understanding of one another that Val treasured more then anything in the world then only down fall was that she fell for him but she knew that he would never see her the same way.

It a week before she returned to school that she got news saying that Dimitri and his parents have disapeared but they never found his body. Val still hasn't given up hope that he is still alive but just lost his way.

Personality:
Val sees everyday as a new start no matter what happened the day before. A smile that can shine a room is always spread across her face. Her insides matches her out wanting to live life with no regrets. Same as everyone else Val will be nice until you mess with someone she cares about then you better run for it.

Most people have looked down on Val because she is not like the picture perfect but who is? Val has never had a probably with making friends at all. She wore close that she was confortable in which would usually end up in a skirt and her favorite top if it's not a week day.

Sample RP:
Val was just laying in her bed trying to figure out what she wanted to do. But for the first time she was feel lazy, not really wanting to do anything except lay around in her PJ's ordering room service if Hogwarts had any. Hoisting herself up so that her back was resting on the head board, she started to flip through the a book she had on her night stand but nothing seemed appealing to her. Looking over to the window, the sun was getting through and into the room . Smiling to herself, Val pushed the covers off her body and walked over opening the window allowing the sun to fill her room. It was a glorious day, the sun was out, people were on the grounds having a good time, the lake looked inviting to her but she didn't feel like going to the lake. Looking around the empty dorm Val didn't like being alone at all "That does it" Val said to herself turning her back to the window going to her dresser pulling out a pair of jeans and nice light purple shirt. She just couldn't just simply ignore a day like that, not when it's calling her to be a part of it and she was planing on being a big part of it. When she was done, Val checked herself in the mirror to make sure that she looked alright, when she was happy with herself she walked up to the sliding window taking one more look before she turned and walked out the dorm.

People looked at her as she walked past them almost skipping. How could she have even thought about letting a day slip by without her being a part of it, It just wasn't Val to think that. Humming to herself as she walked down the stone stairs. Running to the great oak doors, she walked past them and into the sunlight. Just standing at the top of the stairs with her eyes closed feeling the warmth on her skin

"Good Morning Hogwarts
Every day's like an open door
Every night is a fantasy
Every sound's like a symphony

Good morning Hogwarts
And some day when i take to the floor
The world's gonna wake up and see
Hogwarts and me"

Val started singing at the top of her lungs as she made her way down then stairs. Once she felt the ground underneath her she couldn't help but spread her hands out and start swirling. This was a normal feeling for Val, she lived everyday as it was her last and doesn't regret anything she has ever done or will do. Feeling herself get a little dizzy she stopped and just stood looking over the grounds at all the people walking around enjoying the day just like her, well maybe not exactly like her but close.

Must be Cossu

[windysmile]

First Name: Ambroise
Middle Name: Gaël
Last Names: de Meligny Bleneau-Lacroix Chauvelier
Age: 15

Appearance:
Ambroise’s look is her greatest weapon. The substantial majority of people is fooled by her big, flashy blue eyes, rosy skin, wavy long fair hair, thick pinkish lips and soft timid smile. Her posture is invariably impeccable due to years of training and her clothes are of finest taste, or at least this she believes so. The one thing which could denounce her inner arrogance is Chauvelier’s tiny turned-up nose, but it is usually forgotten among innumerous evidences which support the idea that she is the salt of the Earth. Ambroise is considerably tall, but her body is not very curvilinear. This is actually her biggest complaint about herself: she would rather have a shorter, less straight figure.



History:
Both Hervé Chauvelier and Aurore de Meligny Bleneau-Lacroix belong to high-class pureblood families of Bordeaux, France. There are several rules inside that select group of rich and gorgeous, but you can break as many as you want if you possess enough money – a lot. Nobody knows exactly how Aurore’s family managed to achieve large bank accounts such as the ones they hold nowadays, in spite of some gossip about illegal sales of dragon’s eggs. A very few in point of fact care. What matters to this society is the detail that all the female members of this family are stunning – hence Ambroise’s appearance -, well-dressed and, just like most of other well-off women, not reliable. Aurore could not be different: as cynic and sassy as one can be, she grew up concretizing all her wishes.

Practically since their births, Aurore’s and Hervé’s parents made the decision they would get married. Once that was defined, there was no return. The junction was positive for either sides: the Chauveliers are one of the most respectful ancient families of France. Their fortune was established centuries ago when they started manufacturing brooms. Soon most of the family was related to the Ministry, some informally, although the vast mainstream occupied actual posts. On the other hand, the Chauveliers stability contrasts with their famous anti-sociability. The parties they throw are usually neither the fanciest nor the most dynamic and they are considered by many too serious and a little rude. This is where the de Meligny Beneau-Lacroix’s energetic free spirit enters. Hervé and Aurore were never passionately in love with each other, but they knew their relationship was a necessity and they always pretended very well they are an authentic couple.

A few years after the wedding, on August 4th, Ambroise was born. Fortunately for her, she took after her mother, except for her father’s big blue eyes. As she grew, Amb, as she was called by everyone, became what any person could expect: a spoiled, lively, pampered child. At home and everywhere she went, Ambroise’s wishes were orders to anyone and her parents were always there to certificate that. Whilst with Aurore she learned how to act like a high society lady, but also to play by her own rules, Hervé taught his daughter to be proud of her pure blood and also gave her some lessons on management, looking forward to having an heir for his empire.

Since childhood the girl was able to notice the fact that her parents did not have a bond between them. At the same time as they would support her blindly, Aurore and Hervé treated each other with indifference. Although they lived in the same house and shared their bedroom, Ambroise often saw his dad sleeping on the couch, or was present during fights. She frequently noticed that her mother would smile and laugh with other men like she did not do in her father’s company. As she grew up she discovered the truth about their arranged marriage and learned to understand and respect it. As a matter of fact, Amb admires her mother’s strong will and flexibility. She believes that, if one day she becomes half the woman Aurore is, she can consider herself a complete person.

Personality:
Used to having everything she desires, Ambroise is spoiled, but, mainly, stubborn. She perceives until achieving precisely what she wants, which happens to occur promptly. When confronted by any difficulty, the girl fights it the best way she can – convincing other people she is right and gathering allies. Not rarely does Amb appeal to others’ feelings, therefore her skills as an actress are constantly developed. Despite her usual cynicism, Gaël can also be frank and honest, speaking her mind, but only whenever it feels appropriate to her. The girl is also very vain and has a high regard for the fashion industry. She always wears plenty of makeup and attempts to be the one wearing the most striking clothes.

Chauvelier sees the world mostly as a Christmas Tree which provides her presents during all year. First, she wanted dolls. Later, ponies. When it changed to boys, the story could not be any different: almost effortlessly did she fascinate most of them. Of course some were not charmed by her good looks and huge bank account, but these were not the ones she wanted. Accustomed to the idea that relationships are not a marvelous as fairy tales tell, she never spends to much time dating the same boy. In a short period they are all replaced – a method she uses not to fall in love.

Very proud of her pure-blood, as her father taught Ambroise to be, the blond is likely to judge anyone from a less advantaged origin, such as middle-class people or muggleborns. However, if she believes someone is worthy of her companion, the arrogant attitude towards them ceases.

Sample RP:
Anyone would say that was a plain vacation day for Ambroise in France. The leafless tree could be seen from her bedroom window: it was winter by now, even though her top and shorts indicated that the heater was working just fine. The blonde girl was getting her nails done. By herself. Ever since her Thai manicure decided to freak out, have a baby and move to an unknown country in Eastern Europe, Chauvelier’s life was never the same. Unable to find another person decent enough not to rip her skin along with the nails, she was determined to do the rough job with her bare hands. Which, until that point, was not totally hopeless. But that was before she appeared.

“I’ve got great news!” It was her mother, Aurore. By the smile she held intensely upon her face, Amb could try to guess the kind of news. Perhaps, this time, she had found a wealthy handsome suitor, which the girl would, once more, turn down. Maybe she just wanted to go shopping. You never know. The fact is that the fifteen-year-old French did not notice her mother’s entrance, being too concentrated on her fingernails. Therefore, the moment Aurore started to shout in amusement, she lost all her focus and nail polish went all over her clothes and bed linen.

“Mom, I’m in the middle of someth…” she tried to explain herself, in vain. Her mother definitely seemed to be determined. “It is just nail polish, sweetheart. Acetone will do the job. By the way, you are heading to Beauxbatons tomorrow. Pack.” By then, the chaos was absolute: Amb dropped the rest of the liquid and her jaws could not return to their regular place, up. It was the first time their parents did not obey her demands: she wanted to stay one more year in Bordeaux, spend the time with her older friends and go to posh parties.

During the several hours the girl spent packing, Ambroise thought of the year which was about to begin. New people, possibly new friends, certainly lots of changes. What would Beauxbatons be like? It was going to be a very, very long winter.

Must be Sournois

[dropdead]

First Name: Damian
Last Name: Devil
Age: Fifteen Years Young

Appearance:

History:

October 16th, 1992
A baby boy was born.

Yes, on that certain date the birth of Damian Devil happened. It had been a cold day, much to the fact of it still being winter. He had been a healthy boy, even if on the small side {he remained small in his teenage years}. Damian had been taken home three days after being born, and had entered the house for the first time. He had been welcomed by two young children, as well as his father whom had returned home to look after their others.

Damian, James and Mikey. Three children whom had never really craved the attention of their parents. They hadn't wanted to bother them with all the nonsense of whatever they had been doing. This had not meant that they were not close. Oh no, for all five of them were a close and happy family. Together a lot of the time. Their father's job did mean he was away a lot of the time. Dom had always missed him the most, since they connected in a special way. He favored him over mum {he didn't hate his mother, she was amazing - his dad just bonded with Damian more}.

Growing up had been a simple process. He seemed to have remained the same character throughout the years. Even in the teenage period. Friends had never come well in his time, even though he had showed himself off to them. People had never noticed his brilliant personality. A lot of muggles chose to bully him, he had always tried to not fight back since it made him as bad as them. Therefore he refrained himself from fighting back - though on one occasion he had hurt a fellow human being.

Damian had coped well with the events in his past. However, his father not being there at most times had caused some upsetting, though he learned to live with it, since there was nothing more he could do.

Years passed, Damian receiving the letter for Beauxbatons at the age of fifteen {the age he is now}. It was a much saddening time to leave his parents and siblings, yet also exciting since he was rather atwitter to discover the school of which his parents talked about endlessly.

Personality:

{{. l o n e r;;
Being alone comes with the package. Most shun away from the fifteen year old. Label him a 'loner' time after time. He has learned to ignore. He is not one to argue. It is most certainly something he has never liked to do. Most laugh and 'bully' him for being like this. How is it his fault? Dom doesn't want to be one to get into a stupid fight with someone of higher class than himself and end up being the one in trouble. He is a simple child.

{{. f r i e n d l y;;
Friends rarely come into the life of Damian Devil, however he does his most best to behave in a friendly manner. Damian enjoys to have one or two company in his daily travels across campus. He only wishes others would like to be among him. He'd prefer someone actually liking him for himself, rather than being fake to him.

{{. r o m a n t i c;;
Love. No one really understands it. Even Damian doesn't full understand the concept of love. However he aims too. He does his best to read between the lines when it comes to girls. Yes, he hasn't had many girlfriends, or dates for that matter. It doesn't bother him. When a date has come about though, he chooses to act romantically. Treating the girl to anything of their choice, and making them feel happy and confident about themselves. Dom is generally this amazing guy whom very much cares about others rather than his plain self.

{{. c o n f u s i n g;;
Listening to him talk is a chore. Often he spins off into random thoughts of his own, rather forgetting someone is there. You try your best to understand the words spilling from his mouth, but it is very rare to find someone whom understands the gobiddie-goop coming from his mouth.

{{. a n g r y;;
It isn't often this happens, but Damian can become extremely angry. He becomes violent and unpleasant. This temper is hidden beneath the skin. Locked away until one truly pisses him off. He may be quite small, but is able to take anyone in his way if ever necessary. You shouldn't doubt the Devil boy, there is more to him than you think.

{{. i n t e l l i g e n t;;
No geek, but he does have brains. Damian WILL listen in class. He may not enjoy it, but at the end of the day he very much understands what the teacher is babbling on about. He does not deny that he knows things, or if his work is good - he lets others know.

Sample RP:

In those matter of moments, you somewhat forget the world. Forget all that is around you. For, thoughts can take over your helpless body. Yourself unable to do any movement - just think until you've come to a conclusion. However, that conclusion could be for eternity, you just don't know. Thoughts come and they go - but in the back of your mind they remain constant. You just have to remember that when your fighting for that reason. For that one single conclusion.

Damian Devil. A heartwarming boy whom had lived upon this earth for Fifteen sweet years. All his life he'd been the one pushed off swings, or been called harsh names. In all honesty, he'd grown not to mind. Not too care. For their were much better things to go moan about. Or be miserable over. Each cruel hearted insult had bounced off his desirable skin. It made him chuckle how people thought it bothered him. Made him laugh how others thought they had pushed him down. No one had ever done such thing. Inside he remained strong; as strong as a rock. On the outside he was delicate, yet exquisite. One had said such things to him. In this world of haters and liars, there were a certain few of whom he looked too. Friends you could call them, for all of them remained by his side. Never breaking him down. Never hurting him. Oh, Damian adored them all.

"You are such a light sleeper, count to ten and you're already out,"

he sung, voice sweet and gentle as always. Hawthorne Heights remained a favorite band still. He'd enjoyed them since first hearing Ohio Is For Lovers. That seemed so long ago. You could hardly help but sing as you gazed to wards the blank sheets of paper you were meant to complete homework upon. It was saddening, but it had to be done. Damian silently cussed, running a hand through his beautiful black hair. Letting the softness of it caress his skin.

His hand held the quill, seconds passing as he thought of what to write. His brain working at a speed almost impossible. Potions had never come easy to the Fifteen Year Old boy, it was never a strong point. Yet, it was a mandatory subject. One that must be taken in order for you to complete you schooling years. Oh, graduation seemed years away...

In that single second, the door of the room opened. He had not heard them, but felt the cold wind on his back. Damian had turned almost instantly, spotting a customer - a friend. Madam Jessica. It was a pleasure to see her again. Dom smiled a simple smile, hoping for her eyes to meet his own. Which they did not. He seemed invisible to her, as he sat alone on a chair nearer the door. He swallowed, leaving the unfinished homework to see his dearest friend. Homework always came second.

"Missed me, miss?"

Whether or not she would recognize his voice, was rather unknown to him, however he would wait quite patiently to see. It was rather known that Jessica would be scared. Dom was atwitter to see her reaction.

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You really need to check for spelling errors, there are tons here. Also, throughout the post except for the RP, in some sentences it looks as though you couldn't figure out what tense to use( ex. past, present, etc. . .). Another thing is that you capitalize when it's not needed in the middle of a sentence. For your history, it just blah, it doesn't really tell a lot about how you grew up or how it has affected you. Look over all of this and fix the problems and you'll be sorted.

Edited (:
Hope it's okay now.

Must be Rouerie

[bubmason]

First Name: Michael. (shortened to Mick by those who know him well)

Last Name: Kyri

Age: 16

Appearance: Approximately 6ft with a matted dark brown hair that extends no more then the base of his ears. He has dark brown eyes. His robes are neatly ironed and the creases as always sharp. Shined black parade shoes. He has a pale white skin tone.

History: Born into an ancient British wizarding family. Micheal (named after the Arch-Angle Michael). Despite most of the surviving great wizarding families having fallen into social and genetic decadence the Kyri's had always attempted to instill the virtue of a strong bloodline and the importance of keeping, not only the family name but also the purity of blood the name entails this was however until Michaels farther (John-Peter Kyri) became the head of the family.

John-Peter was disgusted by the amount of emphasis the family put on blood and social status, he set about distributing the families wealth and was even seen donating to Muggle charities! He married a young Witch by the name of Petra Hertz (a pure blooded witch) and had two children Micheal and an older sister Elexia. Both children showed magical prowess. John-Peter was still continuing his campaign to spread the families wealth and change the families image of being a draconian, anti-Muggle, anti-mixed blood establishment. As a result of this Micheal's older sister married a Half Blood much to the disgust of the family. She was struck from all family documentation apart from those being used by John-Peter himself.

Micheal however showed no signs of his sister's decadence. He was an upstanding and obedient child he was bought up under the care of his grandparents who didn't think it wise that John-Peter should be trusted with another child after the Elexia incident. His grandparents instilled in him from a young age the importance of a good wizarding name and that of good strong bloodlines. He was taught that one should never be late and as a result was given a pocket watch from an early age and still carries this relic around with him.

He first displayed his magical aptitude at the age of 8 when he accidentally made a wheelbarrow catch fire at a family event. He was put through a tough homeschooling routine consisting of: Magical History, Charms, Potions and Cursing. The regime was run with a near military precision. Micheal showed particular aptitude at Charms and Magical History and his tutors concluded that he was a fairly intelligent child. However his tutors did comment that 'Michael has an unhealthy interest in Muggle engineering and there technologies'.

Micheal was given his first broom at his tenth birthday, despite his strong magical background he never really got the hang of the broom and is a shaky pilot at best! Micheal was enrolled in Beauxbatons as soon as his grandparents received the letter. They where really hoping to enroll him into Durmstrang but Micheal had never liked the school so his grandparents chose Beauxbaton instead. Micheal was easily adaptable to the rules of Beauxbaton and would never even comprehend the breaking of one.

Personality: Micheal has a stern personality and a strong resolve. When he has his mind set on an objective he will go to any means to achieve it. Despite his stark upbringing Micheal is a fairly laid back child. He has what would appear to the casual observer as a careless Blasse attitude but in reality he thinks out and almost meticulously plans his every action. He is extremely self conscious and always attempt to fit in but he has a very stringent set of moral boundaries that he will not cross. He would never break a set agreement and is rarely late to anything. He has the utmost respect for authority and rules and is proud to say he has never broken a single one. Micheal has an obsession with Muggle technology and holds their engineering progress with great admiration much to the disgust of his family. Micheal is open to new ideas and people but if he feels threatened or nervous he has a tendency to fall back into himself and his own ideas and thoughts. He loves to read books and has discovered a new passion for Runes ever since he joined Beauxbaton.

Sample RP: It had been raining for hours. Micheal gazed up from his book, Aerospace engines and there applications in jet aircraft, and looked fixedly at the large drops slowly running down the thick windowpane. It was getting late and the common room was almost deserted. The moon cast a dull twilight across the ground and if one was to look hard enough you could make out two shadow figures crossing the lawn. "Rule breakers! Have they no decency!" Thought Micheal glumly shaking his head. There where only a few younger students left and they sat there babbling in there high pitched voices about simple potions and charms. Micheal emanated a long and loud sigh. "Well I had better hit the hay" Micheal thought to himself and the intensity of the rain increased in a blast of noise and water. Micheal closed the book and stood bolt upright. After flexing his weary muscles began the ascent up into the dormitory and hopefully a peacefully nights sleep.

Your sentence structure, grammar, and spelling needs more work. There are a lot of run on sentences. Why is he being tutored in charms and potions before he goes to to school? What subject is cursing??? Also, you keep spelling Beauxbatons wrong and it's on the top of the page. Doesn't having a stern personality contradict him being a laid back kid? How can he be set in his moral boundaries if he keeps an open mind to new ideas? Plus your RP is a bit on the short side.

[faithtruelove]

First Name: Faith

Last Name: Truelove

Age: 14

Appearance:

History: Freddy (pure-blood) and Annalise(veela-blood) Truelove were wedded in the spring of 198o when Annalise was 27 and Freddy was 29. When the two had gotten married, they barely made contact with the wizarding world, liking the ways of being muggles rather than witches and wizards. They had traveled everywhere from Zimbabwe to the beautiful country of Scotland.

On September 11, 1988 while Freddy and Annalise were in Italy, they had their first child Leonardo. They named him after the artist Leonardo Da Vinci. The two soon felt like a family when they had Leo.

October 15, 1991, three years after the birth of Leonardo Truelove did they have another child. They had hoped this one would turn out to be a girl, but in the end, it was a boy. Ashton was his name and the second child of the family.

During the years of the two, Freddy and Annalise began fighting amongst themselves from the smallest things in the world. They were never happy together for some reason that they would not tell the children. They would lie and say that they were happy when in reality they weren't. They were ready to file for divorce when it seemed that all hope was lost. That was, until a small baby girl was born into the world.

She was the unexpected and final child that completed the family. She kept them together until the parents' final breath. She was the faith that kept the boys hoping. Turned out they named their own daughter Faith.

When Faith was thirteen, a nightmare had come true. Her parents were at a party and driving their way home when they noticed a drunk driver too late. The impact had killed Annalise and severly injured Freddy. Once the three children made it to the hospital where there father was at, they were all too late. He had died by the time they had gotten to the hospital.

The deaths of their two parents was horrible. Leonardo was given the job of watching over his two younger siblings until Ashton had gotten accepted to Durmstrang and Faith to Beauxbatons. Who knows what might happen now that she's somewhere new and all alone. Maybe it was for the best, to get away from the regular humans and learn the magic that she never knew exsisted.

Personality: INTROVERT;;

Faith is a true introvert on the outside and around new people. She'd keep things to herself rather than tell even her closest friends and family about her secrets. If she ever was at a party, she'd be the one to sit in the corner and watch everybody else chat and have fun. She'd rather read a book than make some new friends because of her lack of social skills. Faith had forgotten how easy it was to make new friends ever since the death of her parents, but I guess that's what happens to some kids who have experienced the death of a close loved one.

INTELLIGENT;;

Faith Truelove is a smart girl, but not like the smartest-kid-in-the-world smart. Just smarter than many of those in her grade. You could say she it was she read a ton of books and learned to store them in her mind and little notebook she carries around with her, and it's partially true. She does store the things she learned in her mind but she uses memory devices to help her. She is, after all, a hands-on/visual learner.

SELFLESS

Being selfless was what she learned from her family. Faith learned to not take things for granted and always did try to help others the best she could. She always tried her best to help and comfort others whenever they needed a shoulder to cry on. During those times, Faith loses her introverted exterior and tries very hard to make the people around her smile.

Sample RP: Faith Truelove was in her house and digging through the refrigerator when all of a sudden she felt two arms grab her and spin her around. Screaming loudly at first, she began to laugh as she tried to get down. "Put me down Leo." Her brother Leonardo had come home from school to spend some quality time with his family.

Letting her go, Faith went back to looking for the drink that she had sought out to find five minutes ago. Finally finding her favorite drink, she heard the phone drop and her brother finding Ashton. Following quickly behind, she wondered what was happening right now.

Ashton's face was held with surprise and fear. Hearing someone speaking on the phone that he had just dropped, she picked it up with shaking hands. Her lips quivering, she quietly asked "Hello? Did something happen?" Those were the only words that were able to come out of her mouth.

Before she knew, her brothers and herself were in Leo's car. Driving as fast as he could all Faith could ask herself was why. Why was it her parents? Why did this have to happen to them a day before Christmas Eve? The questions were swirling in her head.

When they got there, Faith and her brothers waited in the waiting room, praying that their parents were going to be alright. Seeing the doctor, they all had hopeful looks in their eyes that slowly faded away into nothingness. Words of the doctor had filled into her Faith's head before she fell to the ground and sobbed.

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Well I guess that little saying had turned out to be one big l i e.

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How is it possible for Leonardo to take care of Ashton and Faith? What was her relationship with her parents and her brothers? What happened in the time after her parents' death and going to Beauxbatons? Add these answers to your history and then you'll be sorted.

[garrett]

First Name: Garrett


Last Name: Pearson


Age: 12


Appearance:

History: While growing up in Monaco, Garrett Pearson always had the feeling that his life had no purpose. He led a boring lifestyle, hating his public school and the other children who went to it. Coming home to his whxre of a mother and three siblings wasn’t quite what you’d call a joy, either. He spent most of his time in his small, attic bedroom, reading fantasy stories. These were his passion; he loved everything that had to do with witches and dragons, and flying, in particular. Sometimes he would even wish that he were the characters in these books.

He never quite believed something like this could really happen, until around a month before his twelfth birthday. It was a snowy day, one which he would never forget. He sat on the cracked front porch of his home, watching two of his younger siblings make an obviously deformed snowman. The sight of a medium sized barn owl nearly knocked him from his paisley socks.

Garrett hadn't been sure how to tell this to his family, and decided that telling his father about this first. To his own surprise, he didn't feel that any of this Beauxbatons non since was odd at all. Though the young boy was still unsure of the whole thing.

Was this some kind of joke? Was it another immature prank made by one of the students at his school? And why exactly was his father falling for it? He would find out, he knew he would. Wizards weren't real. They were only in stories...


Personality: Rude, careless, smart and shy are but a few words which Garrett would use to describe himself. Though, no one around him seemed to find him much more intelligent than the floor beneath him. If only they could see through the silent, angry face that he wore so often. But he would admit that he was inconsiderate and slow acting. Garrett didn't like the word shy, but he would say that he was.

He was very stubborn, and didn't like the idea new things, or change. Thus why the whole Beauxbatons, guess what you have magical powers upset him. He doesn't really like making people angry, he just did it a lot. And he never understood why exactly everyone he knew hated him.



Sample RP: Holding his black notebook out in front of himself, Garrett smiled largely for the first time since that good chapter he’d been reading the previous night. Snow had yet again begun to fall in small flakes, and as one after another fell onto the cover of his notebook, he could actually understand what they looked like. It was fascinating. Each one does look different than the other, he realized.

Hearing a faint giggle from behind him on the sidewalk, he turned around, dropping the book. Two girls stood side by side in warm looking coats and red noses. He squinted at them angrily, and turned around again, momentarily envying their obvious warmth and comfort as a cold wind swept back his ‘damn boy, you need a cut’ hair. Groaning, he picked up his book and ran forward into the wind; towards what anyone else would call his home.

Everything is just short, to put it bluntly. Especially your RP, it needs more work, more effort. Your personality just seems so two dimensional, those can't be the only ways to describe your character. Isn't there more to just what you put down? Also isn't Monaco a separate country from France? Add more to your history to.

[jeidyoren]

I am so sorry about the length of this. I am really bad at slimming down bios and once I started, well I couldn’t stop and I didn’t want to, to be honest. Hopefully the length doesn’t go against me. I will not be offended though if you want me to cut it back, just give me a suggestion or two as to where I can slice and dice. ^^



First Name: Jeidy Michael
Last Name: Oren
Nickname: Blitz

Age: 17
Birth date: March 3rd
Birthplace: Leeds, Yorkshire, England





Appearance: People have a tendency to think of him as the boy next door, with good looks to match.

Despite the fair coloring of his father and his sisters, Jeidy takes after his mother and he has very soft and dark brown hair, which he tends to keep a little longer than others would prefer, and usually allows it to fall about his ears and nearly into his eyes. Despite how soft it looks though, upon touching many would find it to be coarse and rather delicate. His hair meets his eyebrows that overshadow his near almond shaped eyes that have a very chocolate coloring to them, turning darker in color whenever his emotions tend to get the best of him. His skin has a light tan complexion to it and it compliments the rest of his darker looks. The rest of his facial features bother him because they make him not as pristine as the rest of his family. Jeidy feels that his eyes are way too close together, his eyebrows have too much hair for his liking and his cheeks always have a natural rosy glow to them, which he feels is more of a feminine quality. He does feel though that he has a rather nice smile that pulls people closer to him. Once and a while he sports very light stubble, though only one and a while because it does make his face itch after a little while. He stands roughly at 6 feet and 2 inches and weighs about 200 pounds, which is mainly muscle mass because of how active he is when he is outside.

Even though he comes from a rather expressive family (especially when it comes down to personal style), Jeidy is very happy whenever he is just dressed in clothing that makes him feel comfortable. There is nothing like a thin, plain t-shirt worn underneath an open button down shirt with worn down jeans and a pair of well worn sneakers to make him feel comfortable at all times. And he does prefer to wear darker colors, only because he is normally very physical and it shows up less on the darker material. Of course though, whenever he is at the school, he does wear the required uniform and keep himself looking as clean and pressed as possible because he doesn’t want to stir up any trouble. He does have a hankering for jewelry of all kind and he is usually seen parading around in something. Jeidy loves necklaces and usually wears the ones that his sister makes for him. Usually they are the beaded kind, but once and a while he will sport one that has a trinket of some sort on it, tucked away underneath his school shirt. That is not the only thing that he hides under his uniform. Due to a past incident, Jeidy has a very jagged and bumpy 4 inch scar over his left wrist, which no one ever has the chance to see because he had a leather band that wraps about it. It isn’t something that he feels like he can talk about.


History: Jeidy sometimes feels like he doesn’t fit in with his family.

His mother is unlike any female that he has ever met. Camille Leanne Oren, was born and raised in Manchester where she led a rather normal, and magic free life…being a muggle that is. Growing up in a town where all of her friends attended Hogwarts during the year, she decided to spend her time learning a craft, in which she dedicated her life to dancing, mainly in ballet and tap. Every little girl dreams of becoming a ballerina at one point in their lives and Camille actually accomplished that feet, performing onstage at an early age of 12 and continually dancing yearly until she got married to a young man that she had known since she was a little girl. Because they wanted to have a family immediately, she threw in the towel so to speak and focused on being a mother, having three children within the first 4 years of their marriage. It was then, after the birth of her one and only son, that she decided that she wanted to get back into the world of dancing and convinced her husband to allow her to take classes. It was like getting back on the horse after a huge fall for her, she picked everything back up shortly after starting, and within a year she was offered to be a regular in a performance company…which was located on the outskirts of Paris. Being the woman that she was, she turned it down, not wanting to uproot her family, though after a few weeks of telling her that it would be alright, Malcalm managed to get her to accept the position and they all moved to start a new life in a different country.

His father is definitely not the normal father that he always thought he should have. Malcalm Rene Oren, born in York, England and living most of his life in Manchester, is the only wizard in his family, and not a good one at that. It wasn’t his fault that no one in his immediate family had the magical ability that he was trying to excel in and because of that, he pretty much scraped his way through schooling at Hogwarts and barely even got recognition of his graduation from there. Since it didn’t appear that he was going to do well within the magical community, he left all of those principles and practices behind him and went to a culinary school, working on his cooking skills and eventually became a pastry chef at a little local restaurant in their small town. Shortly afterwards he married the girl who had stolen his heart when he was barely a young man and they moved to Leeds to settle down and start their new life. It was always enough for him and his growing family, but when the need to move arose, he was the first one to support it, ready to pack up his bags and move wherever he needed to go. All that mattered to him was his wife’s happiness and if that meant that he would have to start all over again, then so be it. Not to mention, France was full of food choices and combinations that he could never dream about while living in England, so this was exciting for him. He now works in a rather prominent restaurant, overseeing the cooking staff as well as creating his own pastries.

Jeidy couldn’t be blessed and be an only child. Before his parents even thought about having him in their family, they had a pair of twin girls, and they were as twin as can get. Identical in looks, both girls took after their father, quiet in nature and very fair indeed. Kendrina Haley Oren, who is the older of the two girls, is a witch and yet she refused to go to any of the wizarding schools. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to excel in her special talents, she just didn’t want to be separated from her sister. Attending a private school with her sister, she spent most of her time doodling in class and just not paying attention, which everyone thought would be detrimental to her future, though she took that creativity to heart and after getting out of school, she became a jewelry maker, mainly making things for her mother’s performances, but recently she had a few pieces picked up by local shops around town. On the other hand, her twin, Delanie Victoria Oren, takes completely after her mother and is a muggle, never showing an ounce of magical talent inside of her. When she discovered that her sister was going to sacrifice learning magic for her sake, she felt guilty at first, but then she realized that she didn’t want to be separated from her sister and she was much happier spending time with her at the same school. After graduating from school, she spent a year just traveling about the countryside and spent her time drawing the surrounding landscapes, making her life as an artist, which she loves doing.

Jeidy was the final kid to complete this little family, making his father proud to finally have a son, as well as to have an heir that would want to excel in magic (if he had the abilities). The little boy didn’t have much time to learn about the place that he was living in, because the family moved about a year after he was born to help further his mother’s career. After searching a few cities, they finally found a place that the whole family seemed to enjoy. Jeidy, whenever he is home from the school, lives in a rather nice home in Charente Maritime, Poitou-Charentes, France. There is something very special about where he is living now and that is the close connection that he has to one of nature’s prominent elements, and that is water. Currently the family lives near the coast where, despite some of the rough storms that they have at times, they all love it. There is something about the area that makes Jeidy come alive, even though there aren’t many families living around them. Jeidy could care less about whether or not there are any kids for him to play with because he loves playing at the beach with his dog Berkley, who is a huge German Shepard. Berkley has been with him for almost his entire life and he is being kept alive by a prayer and a miracle, though Jeidy thinks that magic is involved…and coming from his dad some how, but he isn’t going to complain. As long as he has his dog, the beach, and the water (which he is slowly learning how to surf), returning home is always a pleasure.


Personality: There are many sides to Jeidy “Blitz” Oren.

There is a reason as to why he is called Blitz by a few of his friends, and that is because of the fact that he is very into his sports, especially American football, and it is because of his obsession with the sport that he attained that nickname. Because he is into sports, his mind has become rather calculating (after all, he hates losing, so he works hard to come up with ways to win). And he comes up with ways of getting out of things, though some times it isn’t easy and some times he doesn’t get away with it scot-free. His calculating nature though isn’t catch free. Acting this way doesn’t come without a downside to it all, and sadly Jeidy has become rather head strong and impulsive, some times jumping into things without thinking them through clearly. This causes him to get into some situations that he knows he shouldn’t be in, and usually he is left trying to talk his way out of them, which isn’t something that he is good at doing either. But that is a whole other side of him that just wants to rear its ugly head from time to time.

Jeidy isn’t all action though, what many people see is a different side of him that he pretty much has up whenever he is around a lot of people…crowds really aren’t his thing what so ever. Whenever Jeidy is in a situation that he doesn’t feel comfortable in, he goes from being a happy go lucky boy into being quite reserved and to himself. It isn’t that he doesn’t like people; he just doesn’t like to be surrounded by all these people that he doesn’t know, which makes school hard at times. In classes he is seen as a quiet boy, and it wouldn’t be a lie for him to say that he rather likes to blend in and not be pointed out in a crowd. He is different than the rest of his family, he is rather happy with small crowds, a few close friends. He doesn’t need to be the center of attention to be happy, and he doesn’t mind being a face in the crowd that people cannot put a name to. This is the personality that comes out of him the most around the school.

That doesn’t mean that Jeidy locks himself away in his room and just does nothing whenever he is around people. He has friends, as few as he does, and he does attempt to talk to other people, but that is when he runs into a slight…problem, or at least that is what he considers it to be…a big problem. Whenever it comes to speaking in class, talking to professors or other adults, even approaching students that he doesn’t know (or girls that he sort of crushes on) this weird side of him comes out and he gets extremely tongue tied and unable to say anything that is even slightly intelligent. This is when people would see that he is rather bashful and sort of introverted because he does have a hard time approaching people and talking to them, he doesn’t have the best people skills in the world and this does get him into a few tricky situations, especially if someone needs something of him. Something inside of him just starts freaking out and he almost gets a panic attack and in return feels extremely foolish and ridiculous.

Just because he has these sides of him that his parents don’t possess, that doesn’t mean that he isn’t anything like them because he does have that side of him that can be very inventive…which probably does go hand in hand with the fact that he is calculating, but this is inventive in a whole different manner. He creates things, using whatever is on hand, which means that he is resourceful and creative, it is just that he doesn’t have an art that he excels in. this is a side of him that he some times keeps repressed because he doesn’t know what he wants to do. he doesn’t dabble much in the fine arts, but he does some times write down his thoughts, so maybe that is where his creative nature takes him, though he rather just create without thinking and allow his hands to do all the work. Many people in the past have told him that he is a hands on guy and that is how he learns, he sees something then goes out there and tries to do it. So he deviates when he needs to and adds his little flair on it, doesn’t make him any less creative than the next person…not to mention when things go horribly wrong, even he can get a good laugh out of it.


Sample RP:

Nope…it was useless…

Another crumpled up ball of parchment flew into the flames of the fire as the lone boy sat at the table, drumming his fingers noisily on the tabletop…this wasn’t working and it never did. There was something about trying to do his homework that was just especially troubling for him…he couldn’t concentrate, but he knew that if he didn’t, it would only just keep piling up on him until it was too much and he just flipped. And the thought of Jeidy Oren flipping, well that was pretty unlikely in its own…seeing that he was the one that never showed any sort of emotion like that, unless he was around people that he was comfortable with, then it was easy…but he was feeling the need to do something different at the moment, something that was just not like him…but it was hard to figure out what that was.

Distractions…he was looking for a distraction of any type really, something or someone to keep his mind occupied so that he didn’t focus too hard on his homework and then perhaps he would be able to get through it later, when he wasn’t feeling as…well, overwhelmed. Pushing at the chair next to him, he swung his feet up onto the seat, leaning back a little in his chair, closing his eyes slightly. Ah, if anything, he would just slip into another void that he liked to call sleep and just forget about the growing pile in front of him, the disappointed look his teachers would give him when he had nothing to turn into them…but he was not the smartest boy in the word (far from it to be honest), so they needed to back off of him and give him some space…yes, that was all he needed, to have them back off…highly unlikely.

Groaning under his breath, he knew that he should go back to just doing the work, but he refused to allow himself to open his eyes and face that stupid crap that teachers gave him, thinking that he would learn something…he would learn, but on his own terms and that was that. Pushing back a little further on the chair, he smiled slightly, the thought of just blowing everything off was sort of nice, even though he knew that he shouldn’t be doing it, but what did it matter anyways, he already knew where he would be going after this whole adventure anyways…he didn’t need to do well in school for his occupation, though he did need to make sure that Potions and Charms were under his belt…but that didn’t matter…not at the moment…not when the chair he was sitting in slipped on the floor, toppling backwards and sending him with it, slamming hard onto the room floor, causing him to groan as he squeezed his eyes shut.

Karma…he was experiencing major karma for not doing his work…perfect.

No need to slim it down! We like long applications.

Your quite reserved side reminds me of Cossu... But your calculating side reminds me of Sournois... Hmmm...

Must be Sournois.

[vj]

Name: VonJameson Edward Roderick

Age: 16

Personality: Many people would consider VJ an odd one. He isn’t a conformist by any means. Not shy, he will talk to anyone, whether they be stranger or someone they know. He isn’t uncomfortable with small talk, but prefers to talk about things that matter to him and to others. He is very attuned to the feelings of other people, and isn’t afraid to listen to problems and give advice. He is uncomfortable, however, with speaking to others of his own feelings and will keep them bottled up inside, creating a situation that could be volatile. This manifests in his temper. For however sweet and sensitive VJ can be described as a ticking time bomb. When someone wrongs him, he can blow up, his temper reaching new heights. In a fight, he won’t hesitate to pull out all the stops and tear the person to shreds. This level of anger doesn’t happen as often as it sounds. He’s only been severely angered three times in his life. In a normal rage, he knows his own limits…and the limits of the other party in question. If it isn’t something serious, he will stop when he knows it is right. VJ doesn’t care what anyone else thinks of him and will dress the way he wants, not fitting into and single label. His favorite color is hot pink…and he isn’t ashamed of it. Others might make fun of him for it, but those who know him well don’t give it a second look. No matter how he acts, VonJameson is secure in his sexuality and he positively exudes confidence and self-assurance. He loves simple things, water, grass, spring days. He also likes animals and thunderstorms. They soothe him and he loves the smell that clings to the air after a storm. One thing is he hates his name, but shortens it to VJ, mainly to not create any bad first impressions. If he doesn’t care about anything else, he wouldn’t want anyone to think him snotty. VJ is anything but. He is also an excellent artist, his preferred medium being pencil and paper. He is never far from his tools. He's also intelligent, surpassing other's his age in cleverness and smarts.

History: VJ never knew his mother. She was a woman who went behind her husband’s back and had an affair with another man. He was a rich man, and she was attracted by his money and good looks. She never told him she was married and the whole thing was supposed to be a simple one night stand. When she found out that she was pregnant, it changed everything. She couldn’t bear to abort the child, nor could she tell her husband. She told her lover the truth and demanded that he pay for her to have the child and keep her pregnancy secret. He was so angry with her that he refused at first, until he realized that humoring and placating the woman was his best chance at avoiding a confrontation and keep from soiling his family’s good name. So he paid the woman’s medical bills and bought her fancy clothes to hide her swelling stomach. They spent short times together, at which time, the woman confessed to the man that she was actually a witch. He didn’t believe at first, but she insisted, and even did magic. He rejected her and for a long while, they didn’t talk, she kept demanding money and he finally relented, keeping his distance from her from now on.

Nine months later, the child was born. The man had no allusions that she would keep the baby. He knew she wouldn’t even want her husband to know of the affair. He agreed to raise the child, with the condition that he had no contact with his mother and her family. All to eager to agree, she left the child with him. He named the boy VonJameson, a name that he believed a good strong name. He raised the boy with everything a boy could possibly ever want.

VJ was nine when strange things started to happen. By this time, his father was married to a kind woman named Annette. The man realized that what was happening was the direct result of his mother being a witch. Filled with fear and apprehension, he kept his distance from his own son, slowly realizing that what was happening wasn’t the boy’s fault. Resigned to the fact that he would have to help his son, he looked up witchcraft and wizardry, learning everything he possibly could about it.

Finally, when the boy was eleven, his father told him the truth. He contacted a magical couple near where they lived and asked their advice. The gave him an address to a center. It was a sort of youth center for magical teens, providing support for muggle parents and magical children. He was uncomfortable with the idea, but took VJ. That first day, he realized that magic wasn’t all bad and that it could be good…even. After that, he never went again, but let VJ go on his own. The child learned about what he was and eagerly told his father. They kept the fact from his wife, though, coming to a mutual decision that this was best.

When he was fourteen, VJ left the center, convinced that he knew everything he needed to know. He was sure that he wouldn’t be invited to attend a wizarding school, as he learned at the center actually existed, so he practiced magic on his own. Extremely intelligent, VJ was even able to master spells that took others years. His confidence and determination even made it possible for him to become an animagus. His form is that of a black wolf. It took him six months to be able to change his first body part. It took him another six to be able to change completely. At this point, he was only able to change for a short period of time. As his fifteenth year stretched through, he learned to keep his animal form for longer and longer. Even now, he is unable to stay changed for more than two hours and it is extremely painful and exhausting. He doesn’t dare try more than three times a day, and only three on a very good day.

When he was sixteen, he finally got the invitation that he thought wasn’t going to be sent, and packed up for the school the next day. His father insisted on giving him plenty of money, but VJ knew that muggle money wouldn’t do him any good. He took it anyway, hoping to find somewhere to change it for wizard money. With that, he left for his new school.

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Roleplay Sample

He…sent…the…limo

The thought echoed in the boy’s mind as he emerged from his dark school, brown hair peeking out from beneath his black baseball cap. A dark backpack was slung carelessly over a shoulder by one strap and he stood in his over-sized jeans, staring at the long black stretch limo as if he couldn’t quite believe it was here. It wasn’t joy or even awe that he was feeling, but embarrassment and wariness. Of course, everyone knew he came from money. They knew his father was rich, but he would never shove it in their faces. This though, seemed like one giant “F you”, to anyone who didn’t have private drivers and fifteen different drivers. VJ ground his teeth together and promptly lowered his gaze, attempting to play off the appearance of the limo. One glance around though, and he knew that it was already too late. The others were all looking, and whispering. Some seemed amused, others happy, still, there were others with disgusted scowls upon their faces. VJ gave a killing glare of his own and brushed the driver, aside, who was trying to help him into the care. Him! Help! The boy was absolutely fuming with anger. He threw his bag into the car and shoved himself in, slamming the door before the driver could get to it and sank down into his seat, glancing up at his father opposite him with the most evil look imaginable.

The older, handsome man just grinned, shaking his head.

“ I love to see you so mad, VJ. It’s good for a boy to show emotion.”

Used to his father’s mannerisms, he didn’t comment on…well…anything. He just sat in the car on the way home, silent and brooding, not really listening to his father’s words. Whatever…he’d always repeat himself later. VJ might never have a chance to dislike his father so strongly, though, they both knew he would. His father liked to press buttons and test his limit. He knew VJ was a good kid, he just wanted to make sure.

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Must be Sournois

[rolaquaviaduverge7]

First Name: Rolaquavia la Mae
Last Name: DuVerge
Age: 13

Appearance: Rolaquavia la Mae is 5'5." She takes good care of her skin and hair so it is shiny and clean. Her hair is long, black, and with loose curls. Sometimes she will put red highlights. Her skin is tan and acne-free. She has Crest white teeth. She has the prettiest, blue eyes that people get lost in. She paints her nails red or black (colors she favors). She is a bit short, but that never gets to her. She has long lashes and nice pink, soft lips. She is considered flawless.

History: Rolaquavia's parents are both wizard-born. She has one older sister and one younger sister. Rolaquavia was born in the Philippines, but the family moved to New York. She lived in Manhattan. Her mom, Marilyn, is Filipino and her dad, Jerome, is French. Her older sister's name is Anadell. Anadell is three years older than her. Her younger sister, Camille, is six years younger than her. Jerome is a professor in Durmstrang Insitute. Marilyn is a Healer. Anadell was attending Beauxbatons. Rolaquavia used to attend Hogwarts until her mom transferred her. Her mom thought it was "best suited" for her. Her parents and older sister had been teaching her and Camille magic. Rolaquavia was ready for Beauxbatons thanks to her family.

Personality: Rolaquavia thinks jeans are one of the best investions ever made, next to the bed and pillow. She loves to draw and play music. She loves rock and R&B music. One of her favorite bands in the magical realm are the Weird Sisters. She play a various number of instruments like: the guitar, piano, and saxaphone. She loves parties. She is a very outgoing girl. She has leadership skills. She can have quite a temper. People try not to make her mad because they like seeing her in a good mood. She looks pretty when she was happy. She's not a girly girl, except for the fact that she wears nail polish and eyeliner sometimes. She enjoys sports. She is smart, but not a genuis. She will have her slow moments at times. She is funny and people love being around her. She has a ton of friends and is very social. She likes it when people call her Rolaquavia or Mae. But mostly Rolaquavia because it sounds more unique.


Sample RP: Rolaquavia's felt a sting in her eyes. She felt her cheeks burn. She backed away slowly. Pain shot through in every step. She had let her house down. She was really back at comprehending things. She misunderstood a lot. She bit her lip down hard. Her nails had dug in her flesh. She turned around with chin held high, as if nothing was wrong, only that everything was wrong. She felt like bringing her head all the way down. She felt bad about blaming her friend, but this wouldn't have happened if she hadn'y yelped. She felt like crying. She moved to the back of the class. She avoided Gilrae. She headed towards the door. She stopped and turned around. Everyone was blocking her view, and looked at the beautiful unicorn. She sulked and her heart sank farther than never before. She ususally never cried, but crying was a beautiful emotion. And she felt like weeping right now. She wanted to ask if she could use the bathroom or something, but her voice would be shaky. She went behind everyone. A tear slid down her cheek.

Rolaquavia watched everyone's smiles. It made her sick. She had gotten into trouble few times in Hogwarts, but it felt like so much more. She felt like taking Beauxbatons into consideration. Her stomach began to hurt and her face was red, and covered with tears. No one was there to see her...good. She weeped softly to herself.

All your sections, History, Personality, RP Sample, could stand to be a bit longer, thanks.

[menti]

First Name: Yumi

Last Name: Nakano

Age: 14

Appearance:


History:
The only daughter of an old Japanese Pureblood family living in the north of France, Yumi spent most of her childhood alone with her traditional, somewhat mad mother. She was a sick baby and young child and as a result while her four older brothers spent most of their time playing tricks on the Muggles in nearby towns, but Yumi was kept indoors, considered too fragile for the outside world. Her family were very proud of the Pureblood heritage and considered themselves considerably superior to Muggles and Muggle-borns, but they were never Death Eaters as they were very detached from everybody but their own family.

When Yumi got her Beauxbatons letter it was hardly a surprise so she didn't exactly get much attention. Her brothers started their 3rd, 4th and 6th years when she started her 1st (twin brothers in 6th year). After a half-an-hour long lecture on keeping the dignity of the family and not making friends with any of those *shudder* Mudbloods she was allowed to depart to Beauxbatons, and discover freedom for the first time.

Personality:
When she first started Beauxbatons, Yumi kept a low profile, uncertain as to how to make friends and not wanting to disappoint her family. Most of her year just though she was weird and left her alone. However, after her first term she began to come out of her shell and now in her fourth year, after the twins (who's mission in life is to get her into trouble with her parents) have left school, she is truly a live wire. While she tries tirelessly not to get in trouble she manages to get detention almost every night, but luckily no notes have been sent home to her parents. She is bubbly and fun to be around, most of the time, but she has a massive temper, particularly when it comes to her brothers. Despite the carefree attitude she still is ambitious and is really trying to improve her dismal potions marks so that she can become successful. Someday she wants to be a journalist for the Daily Prophet in Britain or become a Healer. Just as long as she gets to travel around the world and get away from her family!

Sample RP:
“Yumi! Viens-tu!”
Yumi sat up with a jerk, eyes wide open as she realised that it was light. She looked wildly to her right and gave a cry of horror when she saw the time. It was 7.15 am, a time that to most 14 year olds was too early to imagine. For Yumi however, it meant she was late. She threw her bed covers off and jumped out of bed, tiny feet hitting the cool, bare floorboards hard. In panic she grabbed the yukata hanging from the handle of her closet and rushed out of the door.
“Yumi. Tu es en retard,” her mother said, in her jerky, ugly French.
Yumi bowed low and kept her eyes on the ground, not willing to look into her mother’s face when she was in this much trouble.
“Donne-moi ta main.”
Yumi obeyed, offering her right hand to my mother. It shook as she waited for the inevitable. She heard the horrible sound as her mother’s stick made contact with her hand and bit her lip to avoid crying out in pain. Yumi bowed again, eager to appear respectful, showing that she knew she had got what she deserved.
“Je suis désolée,” she whispered. Her mother made no sound, but pulled Yumi roughly to the bathroom. She undressed her daughter quickly.
“Tu te laves.”
Yumi used the tiny tap in the corner to wash before she entered the bath. She scrubbed her hair and body completely clean in the freezing water and rinsed it completely free of soap. Then she stood straight, and moved forward to let her mother inspect her. Her mother took about ten minutes to make sure that she was completely clean before she nodded sharply.
“Tu es propre.”
Yumi stepped into the tiny bath and sat, her knees drawn close to her chest. The water nearly reached up to her nose because it was the water her father, brothers and mother had used before her and they were all much taller then her. Her mother left the room quietly. This was the only time that Yumi was allowed to be consciously alone. She sighed and leant back as far as she could in the tiny bathtub. It was her favourite time of the day.

Your RP Sample needs to be a bit longer. Thanks.

Ugh yeah, I was very lazy when I wrote the last one, but now it's completely changed!! Hope you like it, it's still a little short so I can write more to it if you want me to.

Must be Rouerie