Sorting (Term Eight)

[roseyposey]

First Name: Marie-Rose 'Rosey'
Last Name:Couverture
Age: 13 Born December 20
Appearance: Blonde Hair, Blue eyes, 5'0
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History: Marie-Rose Couverture only goes by Rosey, and never Marie-Rose. Her mother was a veela, her father an elf. Together came Rosey. Rosey grew up in France with her mother and father until she was 10, when they died tragically. Then, Rosey was moved to her cousin Lily's house who attends Hogwarts in the 3rd year. Rosey was terribly spoiled with her parents, but it never got to her head. Temper tantrums were rare, and her smiles small but bright. Rosey then got hert letter, and excitedly was sent off to her new school.

Personality: Rosey is sweet, caring, loving, kind, quiet, unique and just herself. Changing her is useless and loving her is the best option

Sample RP: Rosey sat on her bead, flipping through her favorite americian book. 'Gone With The Wind'. She had foirst read this book only two months ago and was emmiditly hooked! The book was her comfort in sad times. As was her stuffed monkey Mocha. Anywayts, she sat on her bead on thst chilly December morning, pulling her blankets tightly around her. A sweet smell of Roses wafted through the air. That could only mean one thing. Sheep, her gold and pink ferret had gotten to her perfume again! Sighing, Rosey stood up and walked to the bathroom, to find Sheep hiding in a corner, her Rose perfume spilling everywhere! "Ovins bon Dieu! Qu'est-ce que vous avez fait cette fois!" She cried in french, picking up the bottle and wiping up the spill. Sighing, she walked down the stairs to her Common room, ready to relax on the weekend.

You need to add a little more to your history. A LOT more to your personality. You need to work on your RP Sample as well.

[swishandflick07]

First Name:Juliet
Last Name: Animere
Age: 14

Appearance:

History: Juliet Animere was born into a wealthy half-blooded family in LaRochelle, France. She has 2 older brothers (Isaac,19; Xavier,21). Her father was, as it seemed,
a normal man. But what Juliet knew was that her father was an important member of a gang that secretly traveled to muggle towns and touchered innocent muggles just for the fun of it. Juliet only knew this because she was reading under the stars in her backyard when her father, who obviously did not notice his daughter, came out to meet his cronies to plan another attack.

The next few years, she went on with her life, keeping that shameful secret, keeping her distance form her father. He led everyone to believe that he loved muggles. She detested him. Then, late one night, she was awoken by shouting coming from the kitchen. She rushed quietly down the stairs to the source of the noise. Juliet's mother had figured out about her husband's muggle killings. As the fight progressed, Juliet's mother threatened her father. At that moment, her mother was killed. Juliet ran upstairs and climbed out of the window and ran for her life.She did not know where she was going, but she didn't care. She just wanted to be anywhere but there.

As the horizon lightened, she started to slow down. Juliet stopped to sit under a tall thick tree. She sat and thought over the night's events. Why did this happen? Where will I go?Then, her brothers came to mind. Did they know what happened? She decided that she would make her way to them, her only living relatives.

On the way there, she made her way into a muggle bar in hopes of getting food from generous bar owners. They turned her down. Juliet was so hungry, so she went around the bar and asked for food. As she kindly asked a older man for money, the people at the next table interrupted. They started pulling on Juliet's shirt and they wanted her to join in and drink with them. She kept refusing again and again. Then, one of the men started getting violent,pulling out his wand and performing gruesome spells on her. She was on the floor very close to the fire. She felt so helpless without a wand. To defend herself, she took a white-hot metal fire prober and thrust it at the man. He caught it and was about to strike when....

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman came from behind them and stunned the men. She hastened to take Juliet, who had then passed out, to her house for food and shelter. She woke up late the next afternoon, finding the lady who helped her the night before sitting on her beside. She told the lady, who was named Cilia, what had happened and why she was on the run. Cilia was a Seer. She offered Juliet a carriage ride to her brother's house. She accepted.

The rest of her journey was made safely. Her brothers greeted her with great excitement. They then traveled to mourn their mothers death. The next few days were dismal. No one spoke a word. Then one day as she was coming in from the busy streets of the town below the flat that her and her brothers lived in, she found a post owl sitting on her window. She saw that the letter was addressed to her, so she opened it. It was her acceptance letter. Her brothers were so excited to see the letter.

The next day, they took her to buy her books and other required items, including a black cat named Jayde. She then began to feel that she was part of the magical world at last.


Personality: She is very sarcastic. She isn't quiet, but she isn't loud. She is somewhat flirtatious. She is very intelligent and clever. Juliet likes to cause mischief, although she never gets caught. She is headstrong. She sticks up for other people ,no matter who they are. She sometimes feels misunderstood by her loved ones. She gets easily annoyed. She was a very big temper if you get her started. She likes to help people in any way that she can. She loves the outdoors. Juliet has many friends and many enemies. She thinks her appearance is very important,but she isn't a beauty queen. She's has good morals, but most of the time, she doesn't follow them. She likes to take risks. She has trust issues. And she does very fast spell work.


Sample RP: The mood was stiff. No one had dared to break the silence. Juliet was sick of it. She had to end this bickering. It was tearing her up inside.

She had been staring blankly at the wall in front of her. She couldn't understand why they were so protective over her. After all, she was 14. She stayed at the house by herself that entire week while they went to explore their latest "finding". It wasn't even a real discovery, they just wanted to go and party with their friends and have a decent excuse.

Before she finished her mental rant, she was interrupted by Xavier about his absence of the Floo Powder.

"Juliet Eden Animere! I know you have it!"

She knew exactly what he was talking about, but decided it better to play innocent then to confess that she had used the last of the Floo Powder to go to visit her best friend Theo. For some reason, her brothers did not like her seeing him over the summer holiday. Probably because he makes me happy she thought. Was their purpose in life to make her miserable? It seemed so lately.


"Why Brother, what ever do you mean?"

She laughed and self-consciously rolled her eyes. She picked up the latest edition of the press and opened it casually.

"I know what you've been doing. You've been going to see that boy, haven't you?"

"How did you guess?" she said in the most sarcastic voice she could possibly muster.

"There's only one reason your going over there, and you know exactly what I mean by that!"

Juliet looked up in shock at her brother. She immeadiately dropped her newspaper.

"OH MY GOD! Xavier! Do you hear what's coming out of your mouth?"

"Yes I do, actually. Believe it or not, I used to be your age-"

Juliet interrupted.

"Just because you were a hormone-driven teenager,doesn't mean Theo is! Xavier, he's my best friend!"

"Sorry to break it to you, but feelings change. And I know for a fact that he has thought of you as more than a friend more than once."

Juliet was appalled at what she was hearing.

"You just don't like him because he shows me life outside of this prison! You keep me trapped in here like a cagged animal!"

Xaivier closed his eyes. He knew he was getting nowhere with this pointless arguing.

"Look, I'm just looking out for you. I just don't think Theo is-"

Juliet put her hand up to silence him.

"Just save it."

She then stormed past Xavier into her room. She closed the door behind her and locked it. She usually never fought with her brother. Why were they fighting now? She felt like the walls were closing in on her, so she needed to get some fresh air. She climbed up on her roof and found Jayde.

"I can't wait until summer break is over", she said to Jayde.
"Maybe we just need our space, that's all. This fight will blow over soon enough."

And she hoped that that was true.

You do know you're suppose to space after commas, periods and so on right? Please fix that. You also need to work on your RP Sample. Also your image isn't working under appearance. Thanks.

Still a few mistakes, and you shouldn't have a new paragraph after every sentence like that.

Must be Sournois.

[nathanielking]

Name: Nathaniel ‘Nate’ Louis Beaufort
Age: 17

Appearance:


History:
Nathaniel was born into an exceptionally rich and privileged lifestyle. He had everything he wanted ever since he was a kid, and it was made just a little better knowing that with a flick of a wand he could almost do anything. Nate was born in London to Isabella and Louis Beaufort, Nate and his parents moved back to France when he 16. He had spent his time in London indulging himself with women, alcohol and the many other luxuries money could buy until, he fell in love. He would never have left London so easily if it hadn’t been for a broken heart. All the time he had spent with girls, at parties and finding ways for teenage rebellion could never have prepared him for love.

Her name was Amelia, and she had beautiful golden hair. He never knew her surname. Nate met her at his 16th birthday party, the moment his azure eyes met her face he knew then that he was irrevocably in love with her. He was the last person to believe in love at first sight, he despised clichés, but it happened he couldn’t do anything about it. He was quite embarrassed, and appalled at first by his desire for her, he had never felt this way before, the feeling sickened him. The boy however was determined to get her, he was offcourse an over confident, spoilt little brat would knew he could get anything, or anyone he wanted, and he was right. Who could have resisted his perpetual smirk? He was irresistible after all.

She was his greatest downfall. Amelia and Nate got together that night at his party, not surprising. They met a couple of times after wards. Nate couldn’t help but to fall deeper in. It was so sudden after that. All he remembered was her hair rough, and intertwined with someone else’s hand. Another man. Typical. He was furious after that, and nearly killed the guy she was with the only thing that stopped him was her screams agonizing against his heart. He left that day with broken knuckles and a shattered heart. He was the kind of person that would rather run away from a situation and try to pretend it never happened rather than face it. So he left in the hope that he would forget about Amelia, he convinced his parents to return to France, at least there he would be able to forget by getting drunk, stoned and laid, with people he had never met before.

Personality:
Nathaniel Louis Beaufort is a narcissist, and is an overly confident yet a very smart person. He can be described as the ‘bad boy’, which is why he is so irresistible. His attitude however is not the only reason he is irresistible, He has amazingly stunning looks, which would make any guy jealous, and any girl wanting to be with him. His not at all shy, in fact he can be ostentatious without even trying. He isn’t an attention whxre though; attention seems to always find him wherever he goes.

As a child growing up in a world of money, freedom and drama he had always enjoyed the finer things in life, and when you had the money, you could enjoy it without worrying about the aftermath. Money does wonders. Nate was the kind of person who needed beauty or perfection in everything he did or came in contact with. Beauty wasn’t hard to find when you were he; all he had to do was look in the mirror, but perfection he had not yet found.

Nate can be an amiable person, but he’s not nice. He can be a bad ass when he wants to be and that is very often. If someone screws with him, then there is never any room for forgiveness.

He has countless flaws, yet he pretends that nothing is wrong. He is some what broken yet he is too proud to admit it to himself or anyone else.

Sample Rp:

“Nathaniel wake up sweetheart! We are here” His mother’s musical voice swept through his ears and screamed at his brain to wake up, his eyelids flickered before releasing the full splendor of his azure orbs. The boy had been a sleep for most of the flight to France, dreaming about things that didn’t entirely make sense. He sat up, and looked around he was sited in one of the chairs in the first class section of the plane nothing there was new to him. He had suggested that they take a plane instead of using magic; he needed the long trip to think about things yet after an hour into the fight he had fallen a sleep, which wasn’t the best move as all he dreamt about was that dammed girl.

he gazed out the small oval shaped window, towards land was surprisingly getting closer and closer until he thought the plane might collide with the run way and they would all die. He could sometimes be such a morbid person. He heard another one of his mother’s sequels, which shifted his attention from the window towards the woman who looked young enough to be his sister; Isabella’s face overflowed with excitement and happiness only brought by the realisation that one was finally home. His face however hardly held any emotion at all he looked impassively out the window again ignoring his mother’s bursts of laughter and bundles of sequels fit for a tiny animal.

His eyes stared at the rest of his life, he missed London already yet the thought soon evaporated as the girls face emerged again form the darkest pits of his memory. There was no time to look back at the past now, only the future held some sort of security for him. Which was kind of sad, seeing as he didn’t know what was going to happen, yet he hoped the events that occurred in London with Amelia would never play out here. “Nate are you still with us?” his father’s deep voice woke Nate from his daydream “yes sorry Lou- uhh dad just thinking” his spoke rapidly stumbling upon some words, his father gave him a slight nod, and walked towards the exit where his mother eagerly awaited for the door to open wide, and embrace her homeland.

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Must be Sournois

[shivers]

First Name: Alexandria
Last Name: Marks
Age: 17

Appearance:
Where other children who grew up in various parts of the world had long wavy blond hair and blue eyes, Alexandria was the total opposite. She had long dark hair and dark brown eyes. She usually keeps her hair either up and out of her face, or down for just the feel of it against her skin. She can pretty much put it in any kind of do that she wants. She rarely wears any kind of make-up, light if any at that. Her eyes are the color of crystal blue water. They go lighter and darker with her moods.

Alexandria has the body of a dancer. She’s lean and muscular in areas where there needs to be muscles. She’s not a thin, thin girl, but then again she’s not a girl who’s got a lot of curves either. She always seems to have a tan mostly through the known year. She’s always outside, so hence why she’ll even have a tan in the dead of winter.

Alexandria has your typical scars that you get from being a growing child. Scars on her elbows and knees from falling oh so many times. She has a light scar on the corner of her mouth (right side) where she hit the floor during a recital. As for other markings, she has one small tattoo on her right color bone, a bleeding heart. The tattoo was a gift from her parents, given to her on her sixteenth birthday, with their permission of course.

History:
Alexandria Marks was born on a wet and cold rainy day, along with her twin brother Drake. Her parents were finally blessed with the baby girl that they wanted, growing their family from of zero to two. For the Marks family, life couldn’t be any better. For Drake and his little sister Alexandria, life was perfect. They were part of a magical family, more powerful than any simple muggle family, and on the verge of becoming greater.

Alexandria’s parents were Scholars in the old ways of magic. They traveled the world, learning all that they could about it, teaching all those who’d listen about it. They had seminars set up all around the world. The children always went with them. Being a part of a traveling family, gave the children a vast knowledge of any culture they encountered, both Magical and Muggle based.

Growing up, the children didn’t see what the difference between ordinary Muggle Children and Magical ones were. Both children played and had fun with others like themselves. The only difference about Magical children, they knew that the little make-believe animals weren’t really that, they were real. For Drake and Alexandria, living in a split world, was hard at times. Not everything they could do was okay around the simple everyday Muggle kids that they played with.

As they got older, both Drake and Alexandria knew that there was more to magic than just changing the neighbor’s cat four different shades of pink. Simple spells could be spoken to make people go blind and there were spells that were never to be spoken that were able to render a person dead.

So the children did what most children did that wanted to learn more. They picked up books and learned. With their parent’s permission, they began to study all different kinds of magic at a very young age. They knew that they could never use it outside of the house. Both Alexandria and Drake were quick studies picking up everything that they knew, remembering it for all time. It was common for them to see magic being used around them, from every day hexes to the more complicated ones like fixing up a cut. The children were aloud to use simple hexes around the house, turning their beloved house cat into as many different colors as they wanted it. The cat was never the same color twice. They knew that when it came to magic, it wasn’t meant to be used outside of the home, until they were older.

It wasn’t until one dark, stormy night that both the Marks’ children learned that there was true evil in the world. While staying the night with a wizarding family for the weekend, while their parents were lecture somewhere unknown, men in black robes rushed the house and attacked them. Drake and Alexandria woke up to screams, rushing out into the hallway to find the bodies of the parents.

Hearing screams from behind them, they spun around in fear. Grabbing for anything to protect themselves, the twins grabbed onto the wands of the fallen adults. Turning toward their attackers, they stood there with shaky hands, trying to figure out how to make them work. They had seen adults use them a lot of times, but could never have figured it out.

One of the men went to grab onto Alexandria. She let out out a blood curling scream, as she fought against him, dropping the wand in the process. It hit the floor and rolled away from her. Alexanadria struggled against the man, as he began to drag her back away from Drake. Drake surged into motion, clutching the wand in his hands. He flicked it at the man holding Alexandria and she felt him grow stiff. She automatically broke free from him to see him frozen stiff.

A figure jumped at Drake and Alexandria moved without thinking. She dove for the wand on the floor and flicked it at the man without thinking. He let out a cry of pain and both twins watched as the man began to bloat up like a balloon.

The sound of children screaming caused the twins to move into action. They rushed into the living room to see a figure standing over the fallen bodies of the men in black. The twins drew the wands in protection only to have them ripped from their hands. Alexandria lunged forward, ready to strike at anyone in hopes to protect those children only to be knocked back. She hit Drake as she went flying backward. All the twins could remember was the fact that the children were crying in fear as they slipped into a world of darkness.

When the twins came to, they were in a Wizard’s Hospital. It had been days since the attacks. The family had barely made it out alive. At the last moment, the ‘good guys’ had shown up to save the day so to speak. But as for Alexandria and Drake, they both were in trouble for their use of magic, underage.

After the situation, Drake and Alexandria were separated. The Ministry of Magic didn’t like them using Magic outside of school. Any school in fact. Alexandria and Drake both were too young to attend any school at the time they used the spell.

When time came for Drake and Alexandria to go to school, Drake received a letter to go to Hogwarts while Alexandria received one to attend Beaubaton’s Academy. Both said their good byes in London with promises of letters sent by owls. They both knew that there future would forever change from then on.

Personality:
Alexandria is not your typical girl from next door. At times she can be all sweet and innocent, fun loving and friendly like, and other times she can put most criminally insane minds to shame. She has a dark sense of humor that is blacker than the darkest of shadows. She’s got a quick tongue to her, and a quicker bite. Once you get to know her, she really is a nice person, but if you upset her, she really doesn’t take the time out of her day to even tell you what time it is.

Where others rank slightly above average, Alexandria ranks above them. She always excelled in all of her classes, learning all that she could, and then going that extra five yards to be better than everyone else. She knows not to be a ‘know it all’ but throwing it in everyone’s face that she knows the answer to every question asked, but she will use what she knows to put anyone in their place if the situation comes out.

When it comes to making friends and being friendly like toward others, Alexandria does try to put forth a decent enough effort. She will give anyone enough rope to hang themselves, when it comes to being a complete idiot with how they act around her. She has a boat load of patience when it does come to those she does call her friends, but for those who don’t fall in that small category, there is nothing.

Alexandria has her number of faults and weaknesses just like everyone else. She’s highly afraid of the dark and small spaces. Her number one fear is to drown. Not having the ability to breath or to get out. She knows that her mouth and her attitude can get her into trouble. She has the tendency to be erratic and spontaneous rather than be one to stick to a tight schedule. She tends to push people away rather than keep them close, for times in the past she has been burned by those she had trusted as friends. For that reason, at times she’d rather be alone than have a ton of friends.

She’s got a quick temper to her. She’s one of those, who tend to let it bottle up inside of her. Not flying off the handle at every little thing, but bottle it up inside of her, until just one single thing sets her off and she flies off the handle. She knows how to handle her temper at times, but it’s best to watch yourself around her when she is not all that happy at times.

Sample RP:
They were cheering as she and the other dancers exited the stage. She shivered as she shot a glance back into the dark light audience. They always seemed to have a good time watching them dance. She let out a breath as she turned to look at the others. They were chattering about some random party that they were all invited to. Alexandria had been invited to, but at the time she didn’t feel up to going.

Alexandria shot them a soft smile, totally fake, as she moved past them toward where the dressings rooms were located. It didn’t take her very long to slip out of her clothing to her street clothes. She paused for a few seconds taking in her choice of clothes in the mirror. They weren’t her traditional school robes, but then again, not many wizards walked around in robes in the muggle world.

She had just flipped her hair out of her collar of her jacket when a noise caught her attention. She stood at the doorway to the dressing room tilting her head to one side then the other to try to catch it again. It came again and she quickly moved into the dark hallway. That was the sound of a struggle.

She took the steps up to the stage, two at a time, and came short on the stage at what was in front of her. There was one of her fellow dancers on her knees in front of a man who held a knife to her throat. The girl let out a gasp of fear, as the man jerked her head back. Alexandria caught random words as she moved closer to them.

She felt a shiver along her spine as she moved closer to them. A sense telling her to be on guard, to be able to think fast if need be. She shook her head as she took a step forward and into the light. Her hand slid to her pockets and froze. They felt nothing in them. Where there should be a wand was just empty space. She’d have to take him on by herself, using no magic. “Leave her be!” she ordered, as she caught the girl’s eyes. They were as wide as saucers and she was shivering. “Leave her be!”

That got a harsh chuckle from the man. “Oh, I don’t think so,” he growled at her. “I think I’m going to have some fun with her.” The knife wavered causing Alexandria to take a slight step back. Her knowledge of wand-less spells weren’t strong enough to simply rip the knife out of the man’s hands or to make him go off running to his mother’s lap. “You can’t do anything to stop me…”

The girl cried out, causing River to react before her brain caught up with her body. She moved fast across the floor catching the man’s arm in a strong grip. “You will do as I say,” she warned him, as she moved him back slightly. “I may not have any wicked powers or anything like the such, but I sure as heck can guess almost everything about you.”

“You’re a freak,” the man hissed as he tossed the girl to the ground. Alexandria shot a glance toward her to see a thin line of blood coming off from her neck where he had cut her “I’m going to have so much fun, killing you. Putting you out of your misery.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Alexandria replied, as she took a step back, hitting a hidden switch on the floor, and watched as the floor dropped out from under the man. She smirked slightly as she moved up to see him lying flat on a pad of padding. “Don’t ever underestimate a dancer. You’ll end up hurt.” She then moved toward where the girl was. “You okay?”

“You’re one of them?” the girl asked, her eyes wide with fear. “How could you put us in such danger?”

“Cause I felt like it,” Alexandria replied, as she got to her feet. “Just be happy that I saved your life. I could have let him kill you.” She then headed for the steps. “Just be careful with your life.” Then she was gone. Never to return ever again. She knew where she was meant to be.

Must be Sournois

[leah marie gore]

First Name:
Leah
Last Name:
Gore
Age:
Sixteen

Appearance:


History:

Leah was born to the Gore family on May 20th in the year 1991. Her mother was an aspiring fashion designer and her father worked at a local law firm. It was a warm night in Malibu, California and her birth was very unexpected. She was, after all, born two weeks before her mother’s expected due date. It had been a frantic evening; her father desperately trying to get her mother to the hospital before she gave birth. They made it to the hospital with out any complications and Leah was born at 9 p.m. that night.

Years passed and, at the age of 13, Leah’s mother received the opportunity to work for a famous fashion designer in Paris, France. The Gore family packed up their belongings and moved to the famous fashion capital a month after the news was received. It had been quite difficult for Leah to adjust to the new life. The children who went to her school weren’t exactly friendly and never really spoke to her. She would often come home crying, desperately wishing that by some miracle she could leave Paris and never have to attend that horrid high school ever again.

One day, she had been spending time with her one and only friend, Victoré. They had decided to make some Christmas cookies for a local charity and spent hours in Victoré’s kitchen. While Leah was mixing the batter, Victoré’s brother made a rude comment about her appearance. Leah raised her right eyebrow and stared after him, fury pulsing through her veins. Within seconds, Victoré’s brother’s shoelaces had been tied together and he tripped, falling flat on his face.

That was when she first discovered her magical powers.

Leah was very confused as to why she was able to do what she did. Her parents were by no means wizards of any sort. She told her parents what had happened, and they did not believe her. However, three days after the incident, a letter arrived for Leah from the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Her parents had no choice but to believe her then. They allowed her to accept and she left to begin her journey to the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic a week later.

Personality:

For those who know Leah, they would simply tell anyone that she was a sweetheart who is always there to lend a helping hand. However, those who do not know her at all would state otherwise.

Leah is very vain and spoiled. She always has to have her way and, when she does not, she wastes no time trying to get it. She believes herself superior to others and often sticks to her own small social circle. Mostly, this feeling of superiority is a result from her difficult school life in Paris. They made fun of so much, she felt the need to act as though she was better than them so they would leave her know. Old habits are hard to break and so, it has become a part of who she is.

Now when she is around those she cares about, Leah is very kind. She is always there to lend a hand when they need her. She had no problem with giving them advice and sticks up for them when they need her to.

Sample RP:

Are you kidding me?!?

Leah searched frantically for her purse in her large bedroom. Everything she needed for her journey to Beauxbatons had been packed the night before, simply because she wanted to get all the rest she could get. She had awoken about 2 hours earlier and gotten ready with plenty of time spare. She did her hair, put on her make up, and picked out a cute outfit for the occasion. Of course, once she arrived she would have to put on her school robes, but her fellow classmates will see her in her killer outfit first, right?

“Mom!!” she yelled from her bedroom door. “Mom!! I can’t find my purse!!” Her mother walked to the base of the stairs and stared at her daughter. ”What do you need your purse for? You are not allowed to use Muggle electronics there. It states it in the letter” “Yes mother, but it matches my outfit. I need that purse,” she replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Her mother simply rolled her eyes and turned away, mumbling something about checking under her bed. Why on earth would her purse be under her bed? Leah scowled at her mother’s retreating back but turned back to her bed and got down on her hands a knees.

Wouldn’t hurt to try..

Sure enough, Leah’s designer purse was lying sideways on the ground below her bed. A smile spread across her face and she grabbed it, hurriedly pushing herself off the ground and brushing her pants off. With her free hand, Leah reached out to pick up her suitcase and walked downstairs.

”Be careful dear,” her mother told her, giving her a kiss on the forehead. ”You’re father is going to take you to the train station and then the carriage will pick you up at your stop.” “I’ll miss you mom,” Leah said as she walked out the door. Her father was already waiting for her in their silver Volvo. She placed her suitcase in the back seat and, after closing the door, slid into the passenger’s side of the car. She waved good-bye to her mother as the car pulled out of the driveway, all ready to begin her new adventure.

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Must be Rouerie

[demonking]

First Name:
Takumi

Last Name:
Mikawa

Age:
16

Appearance:

History:

On a dreary day in March the Mikawa family as blessed with another set of twins: Takumi and Nanami. The twins are very close. Especially as children, if one wanted to do something the other did as well. Takumi is 3 minutes older than Nanami, which made her the last child to be born to the Mikawa family. They were the fourth and fifth children of their parents. Now giving them a count of 4 boys and only one girl.

Ever since childhood Takumi knew he was different from other kids. He was often teased and bullied for saying that he could see spirits. From the time of his birth a dark shadow followed Takumi around no matter where he went. According to their grandfather this meant that Takumi was far more different than his sister Nanami. Unlike her, who could help spirits with her magic, Takumi could only pass spirits from this world to the next.

At the age of seven the Mikawa family moved from Chiba to go live with their Grandfather in his shrine in Takahama. Here Takumi had a traumatic experience during his shamanistic training. After which Takumi didn’t speak to anyone other than Nanami for a bout a year. He never told anyone what happened and he gets touchy when it is brought up.

Personality:

Similarly to his sister Takumi is very much into playing sports. However, where Nanami is often always happy, Takumi is just a bit more serious than she is, and often has a dispassionate look on his face. Takumi has a love for the weird and misunderstood. He can usually be found with a book on Faust or something about the occult. There is a strong link between this and his love of punk fashion. He is very into punk rock, and visual kei. Takumi was influenced by his cousin Susumu to take up the drums, which he did eventually do. This boy’s hair color changes like he seasons. Despite this he does like to wear the traditional robes and clothing from his country.

Takumi is a very dependable and reliable friend. His shoulder is always open for others to lean on him. He believes that having friends is very important in life. If someone was ever in danger, Takumi would risk his life to help them. He also likes to help people when he can.

Sample RP:

The old Mikawa shrine sat upon a hill outside of down town Takahama. A Tori stood just before the long stair case that ascended to the shrine. It was a very old shrine that had been here since the early beginnings Meiji Revolution. Many people came here for advice and to hear their fortunes for the future. People came and left as the Mikawa kids did their temple chores.

Today was no different from any other. A group of teenage girls climbed the stairs of the shrine to buy an omamori. When they got to the top they saw no one around. On of the girls in the group pulled on the sleeve of her senpai’s uniform. “Senpai there isn’t anyone here lets just go.’ she pleaded in a weak broken up voice; clearly she was scared of this place. Her senpai on the other hand pulled away, “Uso, I’m not leaving till I get my omamori.” Then suddenly the girls heard the sound of bell chiming getting closer to them.

Takumi, who had been sweeping the grounds had heard them from behind the little temple shrine. The bells that were attached to his Kimono sleeves rang with each step that he took. “Irrashaimasen.” He said with a little bow, and they bowed in return. Takumi placed both hands on the top of the broom and asked them, “Is there something that you need?” To which one of the girls replied “She wants an omamori.” pushing her friend forward and dashed down the stairs with the other girls.

The lone girl watched her friends run down the stairs, then turned back to Takumi, who had an Omamori in his hand. “This is what you came for correct?” he asked extending the hand with the omamori out to her. ”Hai,” the girl replied, “How did you do that?” she asked in total amazement. Takumi took a step closer to her and leaned forward placing a finger to his lips, “Hi-mit-zu.” He said then backed away from her. The girl bowed her head saying thank you then ran down the steps after her friends. Takumi stood there with the broom in hand. A sigh passed his lips, “She forgot to pay.” His head slumped to his right side, “Oh, well.” He said and went back to sweeping the temple grounds, just as he did every day, like nothing had happened at all.

All that could be heard was the sound of the broom’s bristles and the chiming of silver bells.

Must be Cossu

[babigrl]

First Name:
Ashley
Last Name:
Carlson
Age:
15

Appearance:


History:
Ashley had a tough beginning. Her dad died when she was 10 and she has two older brothers, one is 18 and one is 16. She has always been really close to her mom and she tells her everything. She has always known how to find adventure even if it gets her into trouble. She was also abused when she was 4-7. She never told anyone about it until her dad had died, she didn't want anyone to take her away from him.

She found out when she was around 6 she found out that she could use her mind too move things around and that was her first sign. She can also see into the future if she wants to and she tries to. She also has always had a knack of finding things out that are supposed to be secrets by just hearing them behind walls. She can be very quiet so that people can’t even hear her coming as well.

Personality:
Ashley is a very caring person. She has a rough side to her too though. She usually can make people laugh and she can brighten up someone else's day even when she can't brighten her own. She is loyal to her friends and family, but if you mess with her or them she will be the very opposite person. She is very kind and loves to do things for her friends.

She is fun-loving and she can be the life of the party. She is the trouble maker and she loves to be with friends and family. She will give the world to people that treat her right. She has a very creative mind and she loves to be around people she trusts. She can be in the safest place but she doesn’t feel like it if she isn’t around someone she trusts and knows. She is very generous to people but at the same time she is very shy when you first meet her.

Sample RP:
Ashley woke up and she saw her bags packed and she smiled. she felt her oldest brother Jake on top of her trying to wake her up and she pushed him off as she went and showered and put on her ripped jeans and a tee-shirt with a sweatshirt over-top of it. She ran downstairs and she got into the car and went to the train station.

As she arrived at the train she hugged her brothers and mom goodbye and then loaded it. She went into a compartment and she saw down and fell asleep during the ride. As she opened her eyes again she saw a beautiful castle. She got out of her seat and then went out the train and looked up at the castle.

I'm here she thought to herself with a smile. She was just glad to get away from all the drama at home, and her brothers. She walked up to the castle with a smile and waved to a couple people passing her by.

As she walked up to the castle she felt her heart pounding in her chest and her palms getting a little sweaty. This would be her home away from home and she was really worried she wouldn't fit in or something. She was very glad to notice that some of the other students were just as scared as her though.

As she entered the castle she looked up at the high ceiling and she took a deep breath. There were different moving pictures and students of all ages all around her. As she took this all in she walked to the middle of the room and sighed a little. She had no clue were to go, what to do, or even what to think this moment.

I still think it needs work. But I suppose it will do.

Must be Rouerie.

[matthew]

First Name:
Matthew

Last Name:
Moretti

Age:
Seveteen

Appearance:


History:
Matthew was born on October thirty-first, nineteen ninety, about five minutes after his twin brother, Evan. His parents seemed to favour Matty's older brother over him; he wasn't neglected though. He always had enough to eat, a roof over his head, clothes and such. Though, Matty had always felt like, even when he was a tiny thing, his parents loved anything and everything more than him. It was pretty much true, too. His parents already had a two year old little girl, all they wanted then had been a little boy. One little boy. Not two. Because of this, Matty had a bit trouble developing when he was an infant. For example, he didn't even start 'talking' until he was over a year and a half old. Literally, the only parental type of attention he got was from his Aunt Staycee and Uncle James. Figuring that both Matty and her and her husband would be happier that way, Matty's mother gave legal guardianship to her brother in law. He was about two years old at the time, and took the whole thing rather well. Which is saying a lot seeing as he moved from California, to New Jersey.

Matty grew up in a tiny cul-de-sac where everybody knew everbody.Not exactly the best place to raise a toddler, but
his aunt and uncle watched him like a pair of hawks after their prey. Literally. He was an awfully happy kid growing up. All smiles for the couple he knows as his parents, when they had a rough day at work. When Matty started primary school, you could say, to be frank, that he hated it with a passion. Even when he first started school he seemed to be a bit different from the other children. First off, when most of the children in his class couldn't read, Matty had his nose stuck in a book. No matter how hard the poor kid tried, he seemed to have trouble finding even one friend. Just one, and he would have been perfectly satisfied. Through out his entire year of kindergarten, he was a loner. It wasn't until first grade that he finally made a friend. This kid, Julia, remained his best and only friend all through school.

Remember how I said Matty and his biological parents weren't exactly close? You'd think Evan and Matty wouldn't be exactly close either, right? Well, you'd be awfully wrong in thinking that. Sure, Matty and Evan only saw each other around Christmas time but the two wrote and called each other twenty-four seven. They were pretty much best friends.

Matty started showing magical tendencies when he was about seven. Since he had been hanging out with his uncle so much, he had been introduced to rock and roll. therefore he had decided he wanted long hair. His aunt, not wanting to have to take care of a little boy's long hair, and knowing neither Matty nor James would take care of it, went to get Matty a hair cut when she thought it was getting too long. The day after Staycee had gotten it cut, she woke up to find Matty eating his breakfast, having somehow regrown his hair over night. His uncle, having learned this, was as happy as can be, because he knew that meant he would be accepted to a school of witch craft and wizardry.

At age eleven, just as his uncle had predicted, Matty was accepted to a local American school. Since his aunt wasn't too pleased with the idea of a boarding school, instead of boarding, he attended his classes every day and came home in the afternoons. Around his third year of schooling, his aunt and uncle both decided that they wanted to further his education. So what did they do? They took a thirteen year old boy from Jersey to England. What they had been thinking is a mystery to us both. Since they enrolled him at Hogwarts, he actually had to board there. To be honest, Matty had been miserable the entire time he was there. Merely half a year having attended there, Matty was moved from England to France, where he attended Beauxbatons at least a good three years. Soon after his third year attending the school, he left on his own to attend Magical University.

He stayed at MU for at least a year. Though the campus wasn't really suiting him like he hoped, plus he couldn't exactly pay his tuition on his own, and he couldn't talk his aunt and uncle into paying his tuition for him. Since he was missing Beauxbatons campus like crazy and transferred schools once more, and this time, plans to stay, for good.

Personality:
For the most part, Matty's a pretty nice kid. Unfortunately, when Matty first meets someone, he can seem kind of cold and distant, that's mostly because of shyness though. When he gets to know someone a bit, the coldness seems to evaporate quite quickly. The thing about Matty is that he hates to see anyone crying or upset in any shape, form, or fashion. Even if it's a total stranger Matty runs into that happens to be bawling their eyes out, he'll do his best to coax them into telling them their troubles, and say a few things to make him feel a bit better about their worries. Matty l o v e s to meet new people, so as a result, you give him about a month in a new place, he'll know just about everyone's name. He might not be their best friend but he'll at least know their first name.

Matty is very serious about his physical image. He total freaks out if there is even a small blemish on his face. He's got to have the perfect wardrboe, perfect everything. There are downs to this though, because of this slightl obsession with his appearance, Matty has always thought he was fat. So he has struggled with staying above the legal weight for annorexia since he was twelve.

Matty's pretty much the very definition of the hopeless romantic. Ever since he was younger he seemed to fall for people that wanted nothing to do with him xD. Poor kid. Matty's friends mean pretty much everything to him. Without them, he doesn't know where he'd be.

Sample RP:
Matty groaned, listening to his alarm going off. Slowly stretching, Matty leisurely pulled himself upright into a sitting position, and turned the bright green alarm clock off. He hated that stupid thing. Sighing, Matty glanced next to him, hoping to see Ernie there. Instead though, the only thing he saw was Ernie's t-shirt. He rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed. He had been hoping to actually talk to his boyfriend before Charlotte came around. Looks like that plan was shot to hell. I mean, the two of them hadn't really talked since Ernie had gotten back. Not that this surprised him all too much, They hadn't spoke to each other once when he was gone, or even that much before he left. Pushing his thoughts to the back of his head, Matty looked up seeing his brother frowning down at his sidekick. "Hey Evan, have any clue where Ernie went?" Matty asked, almost hopefully, wondering if he had merely gone to the laundromat. "Grocery store."

Matty frowned. Figures. "I'm leaving." Evan announced. Matty blinked, "Okay," he said slowly. "You do that." Yeah, so Matty wasn't in a very good mood, but hey, at least Char would be around soon. She always made Matty feel sooo much better :]. Without anything else said between the twins, Evan silently exited the room. Matty stood up, wandering into the kitchen, pouring the remaining coffee into a plastic cup. He wasn't going to even bother getting dressed. Cause let's face it, no one besides Char was going to come, and he was almost positive she had seen him in his boxers before, the two of them probably weren't going to go anywhere, and mainly, he didn't see the point. Matty stared at the coffee, now deciding he didn't want it, and pouring it down the sink. He shuffled out of the kitchen and into the bathroom staring at the scale. Biting his lip, he stepped on it, anxious to see what it would read. 86.2 Matty's eyes widened. Oh my stars. The first thing that came to Matty's mind was he needed to lose weight. Then he changed his mind. No. He needed to gain weight. To be honest, Matty couldn't see himself gaining any weight. He just wasn't capable of doing it. Every time he attempted to, he ended up shoving his fingers down his throat.

He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. Why did he have to think he was so fat? He opened his eyes again, looking down at his flat stomach. He knew the answer to that one. His mother had him convinced he was fat, that was why. Not Staycee, his real mother as far as he was concerned. His biological mother. She had had him convinced by eleven years old he was a total cow. Sure, he had been a chubby little kid, but that would have gone away. It was just baby fat. Another year, he would have been fine, considering all the extra energy he had. But no, instead he had just stopped eating as much. Simple as that.

Knock.Knock.Knock.

Matty blinked, wondering like a dumbass who the hell was at the door. "Matty, baby, open the door! I'm freezing!" Matty smiled. Charlotte. He knew that ten minutes after he let her in, Matty would be all smiles. "Coming, I'm coming," Matty said quietly to no one in particular. Exiting the the room he quickly opened the door. "Hurry up, come in, baby." Matty said, pulling a smile on his face, bouncing slightly. "You're letting all the heat out."

Love the history lol

Must be Rouerie

[robhudson]

First Name:
Rob

Last Name:
Hudson

Age:
18

Appearance:


History:
Rub Hudson was born in Glasgow, Scotland on July 26th, 1989. He is the only child of his parents. His father Merlin Hudsome was a Pureblood wizard, and a Auror. His mother Sarah, was a muggle. Rob grew up to be very close to his father. His father, Merlin, would teach Rob about magic. And different types of magic, along with how to depend on himself. But his mother Sarah, didn't like her son, learning about things like that, to anything that had to do with magic.

As he grew up. Rob would learn more things about the craft, from his father. And a certain times, there would be a fight between his parents about it, his father teaching him. Rob grew up to be a very, smart, wise ,and loyal. He was also a quick thinker, trustworthy and able to act on any type of situation. But once Rob turned ten years old, he found out that his father, was killed out in the field. Rob was devastated by this. So was his mother. From then on how.He had to love with his mom. But his missed his father dearly.

Later on, his mother moved the family over to France. Sarah took a job as a Muggle school teacher. Of course, Rob had to go to them same school as well. Then just after his 18th birthday, Rob received his letter. Saying he was accepted into a magical school of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. The next day, when Rob came home. He came home to a empty house. With no mother, no letter, nothing. The only thing that was there was, his acceptance letter to Beauxbatons. Rob has down came to the school, and is starting over with a clean slate once more.

Personality:
Rob is a great many things. He is sweet, kind, friendly, and loyal to friends. But most of all he is very smart, intelligent, and wise. He is always thinking of something new to do. Plus he likes to plan things ahead of time. If one of he friends needed help, Rob always thinks of a way to help them. He can make friends easy. He also like to do drawing as well. Rob is easy going and always keeps a open mind.

Sample RP:
Rob stood up and looked around. He thought that he had heard something. Some noise coming from the outside but then, he was not so sure if his ears were lying to him. Even once and again, noises could be heard from the outside, but wouldn't that be normal. Some noise coming from the outside? But it did not seem like that to him so he decided that he should investigate.

He changed into some blue jeans, a white shirt with a blue and white hoodie over it and headed outside. But where outside exactly? He doesn't know. Maybe if he would follow the noise and it would lead to somewhere.

So Rob looked around him, Making sure his hoodie was up.Against the cold. Rob looked around once again, no one was there, or no one around the halls. Rob continued to walk outside. Hopefully he wouldn't get caught staying out in the night. That would be really bad for him, being new.

Finally, he was outside. The air was not dry and the night was cold. Rob shivered as he continued to walk. Rob watched steps for, he did not want to be caught. With his hands in his pockets. The noise did not sound so strong from where he was right now he continued on walking until the noise grew stronger and he then realized where he was. Just outside the forest.

It didn't bother him much going to forest. He had been forests back home. Going hiking with his dad. There were some factors pulling him there, and then some that keeps telling him to stay away. Which would would choose? : go or stay. Then again, what was the point of risking this if he wouldn't even go in. Sure it was 'dangerous' being out there in the forest, at night.But Rob could defend himself.

Rob began his walk to the forest, not knowing what he would be facing.He shivered once again, as he continued to walk. Still not understanding why this time, there was something telling him to leave when before, he always felt safe going hiking in the forest, day or night it does not matter.

As he walk, he thought that he had heard a voice and he stopped. What Rob heard was a soft voice saying "Anybody there?". Who could it be? He was not sure but it seem that the voice was not that far away, even though the voice had seem soft.

How could she be sure that it would just be another student. It could be anyone. It could be someone pretending to be a student. But then again, why can't he take a risk and just look at who it might be.

Rob began walking to the direction of the voice and although he knew that it was not a good idea to be talking loud, he said "Hello?" loud enough so that the person, whoever it might be might be able to reach him.[/size]

I did it for you, but make sure to use spell check before clicking submit, because you had some spelling errors. Also I think I fixed most of them as well, but you kept forgetting to space after periods and commas.

Also make sure to give him flaws. No one is perfect and you almost have him that way. Thanks.

Must be Cossu

[eddie]

First Name: Edward//Eddie
Last Name: McCoy
Age: 17
Appearance:

History:
Edward Jerome McCoy was born on December 7, 1990 to Frankie and Elizabeth McCoy. His father is a pure-blood and works in the Ministry of Magic while his mother is a muggle-born, who has acknowledged the magical world. Eddie has four siblings, namely Richard (1980), Jack (1987), Samantha (1995) and James (1997). Eddie is the middle child in the McCoy family and always considered to be the most dynamic among his siblings. With his versatile and energetic character, he has always managed to be the most optimistic in the family and he is sensitive to the thoughts of the people around him. Eddie had a great relationship with his brother Jack. He was only three years older than him so they had always been close when growing up. Their mother called them her ‘two little elves’ because they were always getting up to mischief around the house and this mischief was usually aimed at their eldest brother, Richard. Jack and Eddie are similar in both looks and personality, and he considered Jack to be the most normal of his siblings.

On the other hand, Samantha was twelve and was a whole different kettle of fish altogether. Jack and Eddie were convinced she was from an alien planet, population: one. Samantha had the looks of their father, long legs and very much darker hair. She was never the great conversationalist. Then, came the eldest of the family, Richard or more commonly known as dxck to Jack and Eddie. Richard was born with the serious illness of being an eternal old man. His life revolved around rules and regulations and obedience. He currently works in the Ministry of Magic along with their father as an assistant. Then, came to the story of James, the youngest brother in the McCoy family. He was a ten-year-old boy who didn’t feel quite comfortable in the company of adults, so Eddie never knew much about him. A nice boy, a very much of a dreamer and extremely manipulative, Eddie concluded.

As Eddie grew up, he managed to form a better bond with Jack while Samantha was closer to James rather than Eddie himself. Jack and Eddie has always been inseparable as children and friends as teenagers. That left Richard. He was out on his own in the family, but Eddie suspected he liked that feeling of being separated from those in the family he couldn’t quite understand. Everyone was dreaded with his on-going lectures and his insensitive questioning and just the whole feeling of being frustated by comment after comment at the dinner table. It is not as though Eddie had the worst family in the world, it is just that they were a strange mix of people. These huge clashes of personalities usually led to arguments at the most inappropriate times. They could get along, but that was with everyone really trying and being on their best behavior.

As much as Eddie enjoyed his childhood life with all of his siblings in Dublin, however, one day, he started showing some magical traits. For no particular reason at all, during one heated argument with Jack, glasses from all of the windows broke into tiny of million pieces and Jack was thrown forward towards the wall. After this incident, Eddie’s parents were certained he was to be the best wizard in the family in the future. Because of this, Eddie received a letter to study at Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft but soon enough, found it rather difficult to progress with the rivals within the houses and was prompted to change school. Since then, he was in search of a better school, then, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic has caught his attention and he promptly made an attempt to enroll in this school.

Personality:
In the flashback of Eddie’s life, it can be said that Eddie led an exultant life during his childhood, although he was clinically diagnosed with low latent inhibition, a condition in which his brain is more open to incoming stimuli in the surrounding environment. As a result he is unable to block out peripheral information and instead processes every aspect and detail of any given stimulus, which makes him extremely empathetic and altruistic towards other people’s emotions. He is more concerned with other people’s welfare than his own. However, Eddie often is outwardly taciturn and stoic, rarely allowing the dangerous element he’s frequently surrounded by to penetrate his thoughts.

Although his brother, Jack does not possess low latent inhibition, however, Jack and Eddie still acquired the same character traits. Eddie owns the appearance of an honest kid with a kind heart, and he was constantly referred as his father’s most favorite son. He is often considered as ‘what a young man ought to be’ by his cousins, aunts and uncles. He is also a loving and devoted friend, always the counsellor to all of his friends and family members.

At times, Eddie can also be characterized as the one that is being more assertive and determined, he is not easily cowed by anyone than himself. He is however, sometimes, when his bad sides kick in, he can be quite judgemental and an extremely stubborn McCoy.

Sample RP:
Eddie lay on his bed like a lifeless boy as he stared blankly at the ceiling of his room with a smile on his face. He has not been home for so many years, or so it seems to him, that he instantly felt the warmth and the balmy feeling of a complete happy family. It has always managed to bring back pleasant memories of the early days to him as his heart sank deeper inside him, sending a shiver over his body.

The minute hand on his alarm clock steadily budged to the number twelve and an immediate echoes of heavy footsteps followed by the earsplitting voice of his little brother, James was heard thundering the whole house. Eddie, who had just been daydreaming on his bed, springs up from his bed and got all alert on his ears. Another similar voice, this one was much more gentle was heard flooding the entire house. It was his mother’s. “Eddie dear, do come down for dinner now. We have got your favorites.”

A smile was etched at his thin lips as he abandoned his comfortable bed and headed downstairs for the dinner. The aroma of his mother’s cooking immediately filled up his nostrils as he inhaled satisfyingly and proceeded to the dinner table. Too bad Jack was not there with them, he was at work in America and could not make it to the small Christmas dinner. Out of the sudden, there was a pat on Eddie’s shoulder followed by a grumble of voice.

“Edward.” Richard nodded his head in acknowledgement. Eddie raised an eyebrow at his eldest brother. He has protested and swore to tear anyone apart if they ever dared to call him Edward, but it seems like Richard had brushed it off as a minor joke of his. “Richard.” Eddie imitated and said his name through gritted teeth. “Okay everybody, grab a seat and let this feast begin.” Their father, Frankie announced as he settled on the head of the table. There was an awkward moment like a child’s birthday party while everyone scuffled to sit beside their best friend. Eventually, Eddie was satisfied with his position at the table where he was settled down with his mother on his left side and opposite him was little James with Samantha on his left side and Richard on his right. He couldn’t imagine the scene of it if he was to wedge beside Richard and wondered what would Jack said if he knew about it.

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Must be Cossu

[sofia]

First Name: Sofia
Last Name: Alexanders
Age: 15

Appearance: Sofia has shoulder length black hair, which turns to brown at times. She has beautiful black eyes.

History: Daniela and her little brother Alex were both born in Sofia, Bulgaria. When Daniela finished high school, she went to Greece to find a good job. She became a bartender. One night a guy named George came to get a drink at the bar where Daniela worked. They fell in love and got married. About a year after, Daniela gave birth to an adorable baby boy. They named him Stefan. The happy family lived in Kavalla, Greece. Daniela’s mother and brother lived with them. George’s mother, sister and her children lived with them also. It was a big happy family living together in a two floor house. Eight years after Stefan was born, Daniela gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. They named her Sofia. Sofia, her brother, her grandma and her uncle moved to their apartment in Sofia, Bulgaria. Daniela and George always came to visit. It was always either they came to Bulgaria or Stefan, his sister, his grandma and his uncle went to Greece. When Sofia was five and Stefan was thirteen, Daniela and George split up. Daniela, her brother, mom, and kids moved to Paris, France. They lived in an apartment until Daniela bought a house. When they moved in, it wasn’t the best place to live, but after about a year, the house was magnificent. Then, Sofia found out she was a witch and began to attend Beauxbatons.

Personality: Sofia is very smart and her know-it-all side shows a bit at times. She is very nice and helpful. She loves learning, making friends and helping others. She always follows the rules, until it becomes necessary to break them.

Sample RP: It was a warm and sunny day. Yet, snow fell peacefully from the sky. Sofia walked outside, happily. She loved being here. She could relax, and have fun. After studying for a bit, Sofia walked around, peacefully. She opened her hands and caught some snow. She loved it, all white and soft.

First thing you need to do is change your profile name to match the name given in this application, first and last. Also I haven't even read it yet and I know you need more in Appearance, or add a picture to it. More in Personality and a longer RP Sample. Thanks.

[marissaemerson]

Name: Marissa Emerson
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Magical Background: Half Blood
Wand: Willow, Vampire Fang Core. 7 Inches.
House:
Pet: Snow white Kitten named Anna

Appearance:
Height: 5'3
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Bright Brown
Skin Tone: Pale
The Details:

Marissa, for the most part is relatively average height, maybe a bit on the tall side for her age. She has long blond hair that reaches far past her shoulders, and it is normally straight, but sometimes she decides to be a bit spontaneous and make it a bit obnoxious. Her skin is pale, which is a natural trait for people from her country. She has her lip pierced off to the left side, and is often wearing a hop instead of the stud. She does wear eye make - up as well, but so does just about every girl her age. She is thin, dancer built, and has bright brown eyes.

Her fashion attire normally consists of black with some strange colors thrown into the mix. But she does wear every color you can imagine. Her shirts are mostly black, and she normally wears jeans. She isn't a big fan of skirts, but every once in a while she will be seen wearing one.

Personality:
Marissa is an all around friendly person, just a little bit shy. She is quite brave, and is normally the first one to try something; whether it be dangerous or not. An independent girl as well, and is too stubborn to admit she needs or want help. Trustworthy, but not very trusting in other people - unless they're her close friends.The girl is brutally honest, and talks before she thinks.

Family: Born in Russia, Marissa comes from a Half blood family, her mother being a witch and her father being muggle. She had one brother who was older, but he died from cancer when Marissa was around 10, and he around 12. Marissa's parents had died before then, so the two of them where orphans. After the death of her Brother, Marissa moved to England to live with her Mother's Brother.

History: Born and raised mostly in Russia, Marissa was born into a half blood family. She had an older brother who was born a muggle, Marissa being the only child to receive magical powers. They lived the simple life, Marissa living at home with her mother and brother while their father was at work, he getting home just in time for dinner. It was the perfect life until her parents passed away.

Marissa was around 6 or 7 when her parents died, her mother having cancer [ like her brother ], and dying from the illness. Her father, striving to take care of his children gave them up to the orphanage because he knew he could no take care of them all on his own. He use to write them letters and send them things when he could, but life was not good for Marissa's father. Shortly after giving them up, Marissa's father had killed himself.

Marissa and her brother stayed at the orphanage for a while as her brother struggled to live with the cancer that their mother died from. He fought, and though survived for many years died at age twelve, leaving Marissa alone. Though she was upset and felt alone, Marissa continued to live her life to the fullest, promising her brother she would live out both their lives.

At age 12, Marissa had been contacted by her uncle who lived in England. After a few months he took her back to England with him where they lived together for many years until she had received her letter to Hogwarts. She had heard all about it from her Uncle, considering he was a wizard as well. Now, Marissa lives a simple life trying to keep that promise that she made to her brother.

A couple things. First, you forgot your RP Sample. Second, you have that she moved to England and attends Hogwarts. This is set in France and is Beauxbatons, not Hogwarts. Thanks.

[kalilahleigh8]

First Name: Kalilah
Last Name: Leigh
Age: 13
Appearance: Kalilah is a medium height girl. she is about 5'4". She has light brown hair with red tips. Her hair is naturally straight. Kalilah has eyes that a lot people like, they are green, and towards the pupil they turn blue. She has a slim body and loves to work out. She has a light tan skin and has skin like a baby.
History: Kalilah was a traveler. She loved to go all over the world. Part of the reason was that as a kid, her mom was a business traveler, so she would always tag-along on her trips. It was just recently that her mom had taken her to France and her mom had found a new husband and they decided not to move to another place. Then for her education, she had decided to go to Beauxbaton Academy.
Personality: Kalilah is a fun, loving character. She loves to hang around people becasue it keeps her occupied. She has a very energetic personality and is normally hyper.
Sample RP: It was a cool, breezy day. Kalilah went outside to go take a stroll. As she was walking she had realized it was a bit cold and she had forgotten her jacket inside. She ran back inside to go get it. She was just at the library and so she believed that she had left it there.

When she was there, not as a surprise, it was empty. The only thing was that her jacket wasn't there. She walked over to where she believed her jacket was. She looked around and couldn't find it. As she went around, even though there wasn't a lot of people she asked who ever she could find and asked if they had seen her jacket. She had gotten the same response everytime, no

She ran out of the library, and went to her room. As she walked in she saw her jacket laying on her bed. she felt so stupid because she left her jacket in her room and she was there in the library accusing everyone.

Outside was then starting to snow, so she decided to go back to the library. When she got there, she went over to the shelf and saw an interesting book. As she started to read, she looked up and saw one of the people that she had asked if they had seen her jacket, I'm guessing you found it...

The history and pesonality are painfully short. Please add more to both of them. What happened to her father? What blood type is she and her parents? When you add more to the personality, try not to make her too perfect, so give her a few flaws here and there.

[julietblodwyn]

First Name: Isabelle
Last Name: Josette
Age: 15
Appearance:
History: Isabelle is a young girl, born in Paris. She was orphaned when she was very young. She was raised by her God parents. They were very good to her but she always missed having parents. Her Godparents never told her how her parents died, only that it happened when she was six months old. She only knows that her mother was a witch and her father was a wizard.

Ever since she was young she had loved singing and painting. She was also very smart but never applied herself. She did do enough to get by in beginning school though. She always found her mind wondering.
Personality: Isabelle is a very reserved witch. She is usually sad, most can see it in her pale eyes. She often comes off as cold to most witches and wizards but at heart is is warm and loving. Anyone who is brave enough to break down her cold front and sees the real her, she defends fiercely.
Sample RP: A tall red haired girl named Isabelle was sitting on the roof of her house in mid July. She was laying back, looking up at the stars. She did this whenever the weather was good, and sometimes when it was a lot less than ideal. While she loved looking up at the stars, it often made her feel sad. Looking at the universe made her feel small.

Isabelle was looking at the stars imagining if she could paint on a canvas what the sky looked like that night. She always told herself that she would, but rarely ever did. She knew in her heart she could never even come close to painting this type of beauty.

The sun started to rise and Isabelle knew that she couldn't be seen on the roof. Her loving, yet overprotective Godparents would not be pleased with that. Isabelle climbed back through her window and crossed off another day on her calender. This was a countdown until she could go back to her school Beauxbatons, where some seemed to actually understand her.

"Only a little while is left" she said quietly to herself, trying not to disturb her family or her barn owl whom lay snoozing in a cage by her dresser.

Must be Rouerie

[stacyallen]

First Name:Stacy
Last Name: Allen
Age: 18
Appearance:

History: Stacy was born in Germany. she never knew her dad. he left her and her muggle mom when she was about 6. she spent most of her muggle years in a band. she is half and half her mom is a muggle and her dad was a wizard. then after her band broke up she went in search for her dad. thats when she found out she was a witch. she could tel she was different than all the other kids. but thought it was nothing important. She sometimes scared her self. Like once when she was litte she wish this bulyy at her school would disaper. so she said this made up spell and he was never seen again. Stacy was usally a crazy person. She could never sit still. She had alot of trouble with boys in the past. Like they dump her or she dumps them or they cheat or she cheats. Stacy never really found a guy she connected with. her last real boyfriend was when she was 15.

Personality: Stacy can be mean when she has to be. she is like you worst nightmare with the face of an angel. she is a rebellious teen. she usual doesn't so whats she is to. she hardly ever listens to her elders. when she was in the mortal world she was kicked to of every school. she smoked and she drove a Harley. but Stacy has try ed to stop smoking and gave up her Harley a broom.

Sample RP: It was a warm summer day. Stacy had just woken up . It was around 12:00 when her alarm went off. See it was Sunday.[that means no school.] She put on her riped up baggy jeans and her black tee-shirt and her sneaker. She grabbed her wand and headed out the door. She walked down to the wood. Where she could practice spell. But when she got there. Their was a boy standing up against the tree smoking. Stacy blurred out''you know there is no smoking on school grounds''. she waited for the boys replay. stacy looked at his ciggie. she wanted one really bad. but she had tryed to stop. then she pulled out one from her pocket and said''hey you have a light?''she asked.

You missed a ton of capitalization, so fix that. You need to use the spell check button, because there are a lot of misspelled words. Your history kinda doesn't make sense, you need to elaborate on that. Also you need to add more to your personality. You should also add more to your Sample RP and work it on it a bit as well. You need a lot of work, so please work on your application.