Sorting (Term Nine)

[mme. o. maxime]

To get sorted you must put on the blue cloak, pictured below, and it will read your mind to see what kind of person you are and to see what house you belong in. The cloak once belonged to Adora Rouerie, one of the original founders. She is the one in the picture below.

Sorting Cloak



Three houses' threads entwined
Within my cloth of blue
One thousand years of history
Have led us down to you
Which house do you belong in?
Rouerie, Cossu, or Sournois
Which will you find your kin within
You're sure to found out soon

Beneath the raven lies
A house of purest blood
The house of Boden Sournois
Takes only those bourgeois
Whom posess the parfait sang
It breeds those of arrogant mind
And those of blackest heart
Are sure to find their kind

Those who choose to join
the house of blue and green
The place for those of a mind keen,
Those students of Adora Rouerie.
A peacock is the house bird
And tradition is the word.
Most who make their home
Are clever, kind and shy
They are often found soaking up a tome.

Last of all, is the house
of those with creative thoughts
Whether be music, art, or poetry
Creativity is to be wrought
Of those who are chosen
for the home of Jocelin Cossu
With colors of the purest white and bluer than the sky
Cossu may be the one to pick
For your imaginative eye

These houses, three
Noble, each, it's sure
Whether you're clever, creative, or pure
We have a home for thee
Amongst the hallowed halls
Of Beauxbatons Academy

--Sorting Cloak Song by Bella Fiore

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Reply to this thread to get sorted!

To be sorted I want you to fill out the code below. Also please don't go copy the traits directly from the history. Just write truthfully about your character.[/b][/size]

[b]First Name:[/b]
[b]Last Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Sample RP:[/b]

*I need a paragraph for History and Personality, no exceptions. You can either write a paragraph or post a pic for the appearance of your character. For the sample RP, we don't need an insanely long RP(but a couple paragraphs would be nice), just one that shows your ability, it MUST be one with the character you are signing-up with, not from another site, thanks. As for age, no student can be over the age of 18.

A few pointers for your sorting application. Make sure that your history makes sense! Make sure that your character has flaws, no one is perfect period!

[newsoul]

First Name: Liberty


Last Name: Garnier


Age: 15


Appearance: Click


History: Liberty was born into a rich family, to two Pure-Bloods, in Bordeaux, France. He was a healthy child, and frankly a gorgeous one. Two years later Liberty got a baby sister, one who was just as beautiful as he had been and was. The blonde haired, blue eyed child had few friends when he was young, and spent much of his time with his little sister, and other family members.

He was always told about how Mudbloods and Half-Bloods and pretty much everyone who wasn’t a Pure-Blood was below himself. But Liberty, being a very open-minded person decided that he could choose who was better and who was worse on his own, counteracting their blood type. Even if he was horrible at making friends, he was rather good at choosing the best people.

Both of Liberty’s parents had gone to Beauxbatons and so would he. His mother a Rouerie, his father a Sournois. He could only hope that they would take him at all.


Personality: When I say Liberty, you say shy. This is what everyone thinks about him, quiet and to himself. He is not outgoing, nor willing to stand out in a crowd. He would rather just be like everyone else. Just be normal.

Though, if you ever did get the rare chance to become friends with Liberty, you would find that he is kind, giving, open to ideas, and sincere. He thinks that what everyone has to say is important and works well in a team, if he can manage to get over being shy first.

Liberty is smart, in the kind of hidden way. He doesn’t like to show that he is smart for fear of being called a show-off or perhaps some kind of nerd. So instead he keeps his spectacular mind to himself. Even though, somewhere deep down he has a yearning to prove himself. To show that he is the best.


Sample RP: The lights flickered in the long corridor, but the fifteen year old was used to it. This was his grandmothers house, and she more or less refused to use her wand any longer. He used to long to whip out his own wand and fix the lights for good, but out of fear of his Grandmothers furry, he kept himself from doing so.

His steps where featherlike, though with every step there was a loud creak from the old cherry floor. Liberty had reached the tall metal door at the end by now, but he just stood there, waiting. Waiting for something that wouldn’t come. He knew, deep down, that it wouldn’t. But he still stood there very still, hoping, praying.

And the door opened. Liberty let out a sigh, already fighting back tears.

Watch making him too perfect!

Must be Cossu

[raevalentine]

First Name: Desirae
Last Name: Valentine
Age: 17
Appearance:

History: Desirae Valentine is a half-blood witch. Half-Faerie and Half-witch. She was born into the wizarding world to Lizaah Valentine and she grew up with her mom and step-father. Desirae had a pretty normal childhood up until she started showing signs of her Faerie side. Her eyes were ringed with different colors of green and Lizaah took her to the Seelie court as she assumed it was a Faerie trait.

When Desirae entered the court she was overjoyed that she was finally going to be able to meet her father whom was king of the Seelie court but things took a turn for the worst as the man rejected her. He was ashamed at having a half Sidhe child and he denied her to the point where he threatened to ban her from her the court. She was not allowed to reveal her relations to him even though she inherited his hand of illusion power and she carried his physical characteristics.

As she grew up Desirae often went back to the Seelie Court where she made friends with one of the knight’s. He showed her how to use her Faerie magic including the act of glamour. Though they had a rough patch as she often used that power on him to make him lust for her, by accident, they soon became very close. He told her the history of the court’s including the rivalry with the Unseelie’s. She learned how her father claimed himself better than the rest and how he wanted control of both courts.

Ever since than, Desirae decided that she would do everything within her power to help him. All she truly wanted was to be accepted by him and if that meant getting rid of her half cousin Aerona, so be it.

This bio was approved by Aerona, I’m not stalking her

Personality: Desirae or Rae as she preferred to be called as a very bubbling personality. She is always in a happy mood and she views the glass has half full. She doesn't let anything bother her or put her out of her happy mood as she always looks for a bright side.

Rae also has a very short temper, she is easily agitated when things go wrong and she usually does whatever it takes to get them to where she likes them to be. That’s including lying, and manipulating those who she doesn’t like. It actually takes quite a lot to get on Rae’s bad side and the fastest way to do that is to mention her father.

Rae is very headstrong and determined, though she at times gets carried away, she follows on her promises and goals to the end.

On the negative side Rae is also somewhat of a follower, the girl is actually quite gullible and too trusting for her own good. That causes her to at times gets taken advantage of and leaves her heartbroken in the end.

Sample RP:Rae sat near her window as she gazed outside at the stars twinkling in the sky. Her glamour was off as her door was locked, even though she was in the house alone, and she wanted to be free in her own form. Her sisters teased her nearly everyday for the way she looked and she always thought they would have stopped now that she took on a human appearance but it only became worse. Rae sighed as the glares she received from the Faeries crossed her mind and she took a strand of her whitish hair to twirl it around her fingers.

She often wished she was full Faerie, it was the only thing she ever really wanted and it would give her a sense of belonging. Not to mention the guy of her dreams, her knight in shining armor, was also full Faerie and Rae was sure she didn't stand a chance with him. Though he was much older than her, by a couple of hundred years actually even though his appearance was that of a 19 year olds, she still had strong feelings for the man. Her thoughts wandered to the black as night color of his hair and the almost transculant white color of his skin and a smile graced her lips.

He almost seemed like something that was too good to be true and Rae often wondered if it was just the Faerie magic that made her so drawn to his beauty. Whatever it was she certainly wasn't complaining. Though she knew that she was not half as beautiful as the pure Faeries she still considered herself attractive and now her goal was to be attractive to Dhallan. Maybe the knight will finally take notice in her now that she was going to learn wizard magic. She thought that perhaps if she became strong enough he would be attracted to at least her skills and take an interest in her and that was one of the main reasons Rae could not wait to enter Beauxbatons.

She grinned inwardly as she brought her arm in front of her face and used her Faerie magic to glamour her body again, her skin returned to it's dark tan as her hair took it's dark brown color again. She sighed happily as tomorrow was the day and Rae slipped away from the window to plop down on her bed as she let sleep take her.

Must be Sournois

[musicbaby]

First Name:
Taylor

Last Name:
Hayden

Age:
16

Appearance:


History:
Taylor always sort of was out of the crowd. When she was only four years old her mother died from the killing curse and her father has never really been around. She has an older brother that is eighteen and he was always the one that watched over her. She always loved to make trouble. She loved to make adventure and she could make anyone laugh. Basically she is just a fun girl to be around and always has been. One thing most people didn't know though, was that her father had beaten her whenever he was home.

Personality:
Taylor is very fun-loving. She normally goes with the flow and won't try to get into people's way. She stands up for what she thinks is right though and she hates it when people make-fun of her friends or family. She is a very creative girl too, she can make the weirdest things out of something so little and she has major ideas. She loves to be around her friends and just has fun with life.

There are some bad things to her personality too though. Like the fact that because she was abused as a child she never got any help so she isn't very trusting. She can also have a very bad attitude to people, and sometimes teachers. She sometimes gets scared too easily or hurt but she never shows her feelings.

Sample RP:
*bang*Taylor woke up with a huge jump and smashed her head on the wall. She could feel a few drops of hot run down her cheek and she knew it was blood. She had woken up from another punishment from her father. As she got up she looked in the smashed in mirror and she saw the blood running down her face. She knew she didn't deserve this but she didn't dare speak a word from her lips as she looked around and out the window to see her fathers car gone.

She was alone..

She ran the cold water onto a soft rag and put it to her forehead. As she went into the kitchen she sat down on the cupboard. She then wished with all her heart that her father wouldn't be home until a week later when his plain would get back. She didn't like him, in fact, she hated him. She got off the counter and wandered over to her room and she picked up her wand. She had boughten it when she first knew she was a witch and she had it ever since.

Since she was a little girl she found out she was a witch and loved using her powers for...a lot of things. Her brother was the only family member that didn't have any magical powers.

But as she thought about all of this her mind wandered a little too far. There was a knock on the door and her knew things for school were there.

She smiled and ran over to get them and picked them up and ran to her room to finish packing for her knew school, and even more important, her new life.

Must be Rouerie

[infinitusmagus]

First Name: Colette
Last Name: Dumas
Age: 11

Appearance: She is short for her age and thin. She has shoulder length, curly brown hair. Her eyes are large and a rare amber color.

History: Colette is the daughter of Aloisia Dumas and a muggle. She grew up in northern France, never knowing even her father's name. The information was kept from her by her mother and the rest of her pure-blood family. Through a twist of fate, Colette learned of her father's name and the story of how her parents met. Angry at her mother for keeping secrets, Colette vowed to search for her father. But she would have to wait until she came of age, so she has kept her plans to herself.

Personality: Colette is shy at first, but can be a bundle of hyperactivity. She has a dry since of humor and a unique way of looking at the world. She tried to be kind to everybody but when someone makes her angry, she can't keep control of her tongue. She abhors arrogance and injustice and is completely loyal to her friends. Her deepest fears are betrayal and rejection, and it governs most of her actions.

Sample RP:
Colette ambled slowly along the path. The day was warm and the sun shone brightly overhead. Her red curls floated behind her in the cool breeze as she walked. To all appearances, it seemed that all was right in her world. But inside, her mind and heart were in turmoil. Why had her grandmother told her those things about her mother and father? Why hadn't her mother told her these things, herself? Were they true? She suspected they were. She wasn't close to her grandmother and as her grandmother was all that grandotherly, she didn't mind. Yet, her gut feeling told her that the things that she had learned today were true.

Max Hathorne, American.

This was her father, the man that had sired her and left. Why had he left? Had he even known about her? All these things swirled around Colette's mind. It was too much for an eleven-year-old to handle. An eleven-year-old should have to handle something this big. She shouldn't have to handle it. And, yet, it had been dumped on her. The next logical question: What was she going to do about it?

Must be Rouerie

[sirconnorstine]

First Name:James
Last Name:Howard
Age:17
Appearance:
History:
Parents: King Howl Pendragon and Kathrine Howard
Siblings
Half brother King Henry Pendragon of the Ingary Fairies
Personal History:
James is a King of rebel faries. He was the b**tard son of the great King of the Ingary Fairies Howl Pendragon and his mother Kathrine Howard. He was the Kings first son but because he was illegitimate he could not inherit the throne. His younger half brother Henry Pendragon became king when his father died and this angered James so much he decided to rebel against his half brother.
James has recently graduated from Durmstrang and is an expert in the Dark arts and loves mythology. He now wants to teach so he himself can learn more about them in every way possible. He also wants the students to be able to defend themselves and be able to fire with fire. He is an expert problem solver because he has had to solve big problems since the day he was born.

Personality:
James is witty and smart. He knows how to keep a constant look and not show his feelings even thought he shows them constantly. He is a romantic and loves to flirt in the old courtly way. His flaws are that he will do anything for love that may be the key to his undoing. He likes to travel and listen to music. He knows how to survive and take in all accounts and ideas because he has had to fight for his rights since he was born. He does what he has to get what he wants no matter what the cost.

James is in a period of his life where he is unsure of himself and does not know who he is or what he is to become. He knows he is destined to become great but is his greatness to be good or evil?

Likes:
James loves music, traveling, snowboarding, skate boarding, and talking to friends.
Dislikes:
He hates being told something is impossible or that he is wrong.

Sample RP:
"Oh I wish I could take you to see the world. It is more amazing than this site now. Hey! What about this break we travel to Italy together?” He wanted her to say yes so much. He wanted to be with her and show her all the things he had seen. He would be the one to show her all the romantic and lovely places that were in the world and whom very few knew about. He wanted to be her guide to the world. He looked at her face for a moment and then looked away. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and she mad him want to be great and heroic. Was she a veela? She couldn’t be, she was so unsure of herself. Well it didn’t matter as long as he loved her right? She was his wish for so long and now she was right here before him and he couldn't look at her for that moment. Why?
It was about 5:00pm now and the sun was setting."Look."He said pointing to the herizon. The sky was turning scarlet in the fading sunlight.” It looks almost as lovely as your deep blue eyes.” He loved her and he knew he would ask her out but did she like him?” I think we should be getting back to the school but before we do I have to do something.” He leaned over and kissed her. It seemed like an eternity in one minute. He never wanted it to end but alas it had to. The cloud lowered to the ground and he helped he onto her horse before ridding back to the stables of the school.


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[laine]

First Name:
Virtue

Last Name:
Rose

Age:
Sixteen

Appearance:

Click

History:
Virtue had a very interesting child hood. Some may use that word others may use traumatizing. Which ever word they use it doesn't change anything that happened to her. Nothing could ever change it, and Virtue accepted that. She has learned to get past it, but it will never be forgotten.

Virtue was born into a very happy family her mother, and her father both were very happy. Or so she was told. Nothing ever seemed to be out of the ordinary. Just an ordinary little family with ordinary decisions to make. In an ordinary little neightborhood. It wasn't until Virtue got older that she was violated in horrible ways. She had been in positions that girls her age never should have been put in, but unfortanately she knows she isn't the first nor the last girl to be put in a position like this.

Virtue was only 8 when her mother died. She was VERY distraught. The girl had always been closer to her mother than her father, but always seemed to get along with him well. When one day he had been drinking. It was always a scene when he came home. Calling Virtue obscene names, and making her do everything from cleaning the house, and making him food. Pretty much being a slave. Then when she went to bed that night something happened that had never happened before. Her father came into her room, and raped her.

Never before had she been so scared, or humiliated. Virtue had heard about things like this happening to people, but never thought it would ever happened to her. She always thought she had a good family. A family that anyone would want. At that moment not even she wanted that family. After that day Virtue tried to keep ehr distance from her father, but he always would find a way to get her to do what he wanted, and it was usually a beating. She was beaten with wooden paddles, belts, kicked, smacked. For days she would be bruised, and forced to cover them up. Until one day she had gotten tired of it, and went to the police.

Virtue showed them every single bruise, every single welt that he had left on her body, and it was enough evidence to get him put in prison for a very long time. Now at the age of nine. Virtue had no mother, and a father that was in jail. With that she was sent off to live with her grandmother. Who she loved very much, and knew would love her back. Even through all that Virtue still holds nothing against anyone, and gets along with other people very well.

After a few years of living with her grandmother. Her grandmother had some interesting sotries of witches and wizards. Virtue was never one to beleive in things like that until she was told that everything was real. Both her mother, and grandmother were witches, and that made Virtue half too. It took her by surprise, but when she read the letter that she recived to go to Beauxbatons it all seemed to real to her.

Personality: Virtue is a very nice girl. Despite the fact that she was beaten, and raped she can still talk to people, and be out going. She's told herself many times that she wasn't going to let those events affect her life, and she is sticking with that.

Virtue loves to make friends, and loves to learn. She is very smart, and has a positive attitude about everything. There is never a time you would see this girl without a smile on her face. No matter what happens she always has that smile.

Sample RP:
Beep boop beep boop beep boop

The alarm clock rang, and rang. Virtue hated the sound of it, and despite the fact she had to get up had learned to sleep through the anooying ringing of the alram clock. That was until she was hit with a pillow by her roommate who insisted that she turn it off. Virtue hit the snooze button the alarm clock, and sat up in her bed. She streached, and stood up ready to start her day.

This would be her first day at Beauxbatons, and she was going to make the most of everything here. She was going to learn, and make friends. The two things she was best at in life. A smile crossed her face, and it would stay there throughout the day. Since she didn't have any classes she was ready to get dressed to go outside. Walking over to her closet she swung the doors open, and sifted through all the cloes thatwere neatly hung up, and in their places.

It didn't take long at all for her to pick out what she wanted to wear, and it was a light pink t-shirt with a pair of skinny jeans. Now Virtue was not fat by any means. This girl was basically as thin as a broom handle. Sometimes she thought that she was sick, and that's why she couldn't gain any weight, but then again it could have been her lack of eating for the past few years. She hardly ever ate. She didn't know why either.

Still she hardly gave any thought as to her thin form, and got dressed, and walked out into the halls of the school. That smile still sitting firmly on her face. She greeted everyone she passed by with that smile. Virtue wondered what was in store for her on the school grounds, and was more then excited to start her day here. Virtue opened the doors of the school, and walked outside into the bright sunlight.

Must be Cossu

[bryce]

First Name: Bryce

Last Name: Devereaux

Age: 17

Appearance:



As you can see above, Bryce has just about the blondest hair you'll ever find. In different lights, it turns different colors. If it's really bright out, or he's in vivid light, it may turn a platinum blond, if he's in a lot of sun or golden lights, it's pure gold. Along with the brightest hair, Bryce also has the brightest blue eyes you'll ever see. He looks like your average blond-haired, blue-eyed boy. But he is no stereotypical Nick Carter. As mentioned, his eyes are a very bright shade of blue, but they range. It some lights, they can be a crystal blue, but if he's in reflection light, like in his favorite place--water, his eyes can be the color of the ocean. But sometimes, mostly in pictures, his eyes can look solid brown. He's always thought his eyes were a bit odd. But what may be the most charming thing about the young vampire boy, is his charming smile. He is really devonaire and a romantic on the inside. He's got generally straight teeth, but since he's a vampire, his k-9's are extra appealing, and define his smile.

Bryce has a lightly built frame, and he slender, but not anorexic or a bullemic kind of slender. He is light toned because of all the swimming he'd done during his time in the muggle world. His adoptive parents didn't always approve of his magical learning, so they put him in a program at his old orphanage, where he could learn the tricks and trade of the muggle world. Bryce is pretty straightedge, so he doesn't have many body piercings or tattoo's. He has one tattoo, and one piercing only. He'd gotten a tattoo of black wings that stretched from shoulderblade to shoulderblade. That was the mark of a vampire, or at least one of them.

Clothing is where Bryce makes his real impression. No girls, this isn't his swimming speedo. He has many aspects to his wardrobe. His clothing choice all depends on his mood that day. If he's in a good mood (which is most of the time), he'll wear something vibrant. If he's feeling just alright, he'll just wear faded jeans and a t-shirt. If he's feeling really lazy, like he doesn't want to do anything, he'll wear gym shorts and a t-shirt, or maybe sweats and a t-shirt. If he's really down (which isn't alot), he'll wear all black or anything dark. During a depression at his orphanage, he always wore black jeans with a black blazer and black tie. His styles range from bold model-brand expensive clothing to consertive clothing, to dark and angsty wear. Along with those clothes, he also likes to wear different accessories with them. He always wears his watch, but he also likes to wear celtic rings. He doesn't add much, just something to enhance style. Usually he's pretty laid back though.

History:

Crying screams could be heard in a small room at a hospital in France. A baby boy had just been delivered, and to a blond woman's surprise, another baby boy had to be delivered, just three seconds later. The Mustang's just had twins, the mother and father looking at each other in distress. That night would be the only night that a baby Bryce would get to see his parents. For that night, the Mustangs decided they could not handle twins. That next morning, they dropped young Bryce at the local orphanage, but a nice one. That would be the place young Bryce would call home, along with a dozen other kids. Once there, he would be named Jacob until someone adopted him.

That fateful day came when Bryce was only 4 years old. He was adopted by Alexis and Leon Devereaux, wealthy newlyweds at the time. From the time, they knew he had a twin somewhere, and they knew of his magical heritage, but they decided to take them under their wing anyhow, naming him Bryce Jacob Devereaux. His new mother would be Alexis Devereaux, an american woman that met his father, Leon Devereaux, the heir to a large fortune and company in France. The company let food be placed on the table and got the young Bryce whatever he wanted. He loved it until he got older, and got tired of it. The only money he'd get from then on was his allowance. He didn't buy into the materialism.

By the time he stopped accepting all the money, he was a teenager, starting high school that summer. That's where he really started to rebel against his business-man father. He'd learn to regret rebelling (so his father said). The more he rebelled, the more his father drank and yelled at him. Of course this was after his mother died in a plane crash. After his father started the business, she got a job in magical fashion, well known as simply Alexis throughout the magical world. Alot of people already knew Bryce's name because of her, and his father. But the more his father drank, the more bruises Bryce got. His father blamed Bryce for Alexis' death, because Bryce encouraged her to make fashion for the magical world. After having enough of being hit, he finally fought back. He learned to fight when his father sent him to a french military when he started to party and become unruly. He used that to fight back his father until his father didn't mess with him anymore.

Even though things went back to usual, he was still empty. This was because of his twin, and the fact that he wasn't there and the fact that Bryce knew nothing of him. This would be his depression phase, going to parties and getting wasted to forget his pain. Thats when he got his vampiric blood, at parties at covens. After that he had an epiphamy, that he needed to do something with his life. He started going to the magical world and getting their newspaper, clipping out ads about Beauxbatons Academy. He could finally do something with his life. From the time he was fifteen he tried to get in, but didn't get in until recently, because of his recognition in the junior military. Now he's at Beauxbatons Academy (even though he had to run away to get there) to learn about and hone magic.

Personality:

Let's start with the good things. Bryce Devereaux is a pretty well-rounded person. After being in the junior military, he has his values straight, and knows respect. Sure, that doesn't mean he's a military robot, but he does know how to respect, salute, and other kinds of military stuff. He is a very humorous person, always cracking jokes and being sarcastic. Bryce is a very outgoing person, loving to talk to people whether it be causual talking, goofing off with them, or getting them through a crisis, he's always one to make things better, which leads to another good quality. He's really dependable. He never goes back on his word, and thats what makes him a good friend, besides the fact that he's a really good listener and is willing to put out a helping hand. He's a very charming boy, never having trouble with love. At least, not until it got serious, then for some reason he cut it off. Maybe he didn't want to end up like his own adoptive parents. The boy is smart, smart and very creative. He's very into photography, and in the muggle world, loved to work in a program called adobe photoshop, designing things for people. He always keeps a camera around his neck, afraid he might miss a good shot. At least he wont ever need to say, "I wish I had a camera".

Now the bad. We'd all like to say there's nothing bad about ourselves, but he has his flaws. He may be well-rounded and respectful, but that doesn't mean his temper doesn't get the best of him. He usually keeps calm but sometimes his temper unleashes itself, and if you arent careful you could end up getting yourself beaten the hell out of. He's very protective, but sometimes maybe a little too protective. When he'd get a girlfriend he'd let no guy look at her in a certain way. (As he got into parties, he'd become curious the same sex too, probably because one of his girlfriend was actually a trans, and he didn't know it until they'd gotten...together) That and it was a guy who turned him. Although he's a quick thinker, he can get into things without considering the consequences. There are many things that can be considered flaws.

Sample RP:

Golden rays of sunlight slowly flooded the valleys of France as clocks struck six in the morning. As the bright rays shined through the blinds of a pub, Bryce's bright blue eyes shot open, squinting after his vision came into focus. God the sun was bright when it was coming up. Those blinds weren't too sun-proof either. Sighing to himself, the blond vampire threw the plaid comforter off himself and swung his legs over the side of the bed, looking down at his pajama bottoms. That was the only thing he wore to bed. He didn't see the point in wearing a shirt to bed, really. you'd just cover your chest and stomach up anyhow.

Getting to his feet, he walked into the bathroom, taking a quick shower. Today he'd be making his way to a school he'd spent a long time trying to get into. That school was Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. He'd be attending his first year there. Sure, usually you were twelve when you went, but their academics system worked around him, which made it easy. Since his mother taught him about magic when he was little, he could catch up quick.

After taking his shower, he put on some jeans and a white button-up shirt, putting his his brown leather jacket over it and grabbing his bags, walking out the door to catch his ride to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, anxious to start his magical career.

Must be Rouerie

[hannahx]

First Name: Mary [Middle name: Bella]

Last Name: Florentino

Age: sixteen

Appearance: see signature and avatar

History: Mary Florentino, who likes to be called Bella from her middle name, was born into a magical family to Janet and Zack. Janet, her mother, was in Gryffindor at Hogwarts and her father is un-magical. They lived together for a while until Bella's father, Zack, died in a car accident. It was a dark year and Bella couldn't be daddy's little girl. But she knew, he was still with her. To Bella, her father was the wind, the leaves, everything around her. Bella then grew up with her mom. She was one lucky girl. Her mother spoiled Bella left and right.

Then, her mother found a boyfriend, and him and her mother were DEEPLY in love. Bella had no interest in this guy. He wasn't her dad. One scary September day, Janet's boyfriend, well now husband, began to abuse Bella. Bella screamed and yelled and he still hit her. She tried telling her mother but her mother KNEW she was lying. Bella moved out, ran away, gone. Bella found herself living with her aunt and uncle who cared much of her. Her mother wrote, called, even tried to visit. Bella refused to move back with her mom.

Her aunt and uncle put a desperate and LIFE changing thought into Bella's head. They wanted her to attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Bella knew this is where she wanted to go. Now..Bella is fulfilling her dream and knows she has what it takes to be a famous legend of Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic.

Personality: Bella can put a smile on anyones face. She can sometimes be a little vicious, but is a very likable person. Bella is known for her VERY contagious smile and can keep anyone in an upbeat mood. Bella is never known or barely seen negative except when she's crying. Bella will be there by your side all the time if you are in need. Become an enemy of Bella, she will ignore you. Bella can and will defend herself when she needs to. Her life is very dependable on her school work so she tries to stay focused all the time. Her attention span is very..hmm..easy. Put something in front of Bella, she will sit with it for an hour, maybe two. Bella prefers parties over books sometimes. Mostly reads for fun.

Bella is an individual and knows mortal choices. She won't ditch friends for the 'crowd' or anything like that. She is not labeled but has a girly kinda style. Everyone loves Bella and she doesn't really have any enemies. Ask anyone, the first word that comes out of their mouth about Bella is probably amazing.

Sample RP: Bella pecked her uncle and aunt on the cheek and grasped her dogs cage. This was it, she was ready. As Bella trotted off to the Beauxbatons train, she heard her aunts heels clicking behind her yelling for her to wait. Bella turned around and her aunt whispered

'Please write to use, Mary dear.' her aunt looked like she was about to cry.

Bella looked at her with big eyes wanting her aunt to call her by her middle name. Her aunt just smiled as Bella chuckled. 'All Aboard!' yelled the conducter. Bella ran as fast as she could and stepped up the steps. Kids were yelling, talking, some even sleeping. Bella made her way to an empty seat and sat down. She took out a book and began to read. A young boy, well maybe older, walked by. She winked at him then turned fast. What was wrong with her? Her flirty side was coming out. She shook her head and smiled then concentrated on the words of JRR Tolkien.

Smoke came out of the top of the train while the train jolted and jerked. They were on their way. Bella couldn't concentrate so she looked out the window.

'Candy trolly! Candy trolly! Come get some fine candy!' yelled a voice.

Bella got up with the steady motion under her feet and scanned the trolly. Chocolate flavored licorice caught her eye. Then she was distracted by a fortune telling, strawberry flavored, frog. Bella took one of each selections she desired. Bella handed the cashier lady 5 galleons and sat back down. Her frogs legs SPRANG into action. Her fortune was in front of her face but she didn't know what it meant.

'Table dinner crush cute kid'

Bella had a flash back of the kid she saw walk past her. Her delectable licorice was next. She chomped on it devouring it's flavor. She felt..kind of sleepy. Her head plopped down on her pillow as she fell into a deep, dreamy sleep.

Must be Rouerie

[envy]

First Name:
Michelangela
Last Name:
Bianchi
Age:
Eleven
Appearance:
People say the eyes are the entrance to the soul. Maybe that's right maybe it isn't; either way you can see who Michelangela is through her eyes. Michela’s eyes are surprisingly hazel in color, despite the fact her parents had grey/blue eyes. Hers are only a light shade of hazel, sometimes more green in appearance sometimes more brown in appearance. It’s an unexplained phenomenon. She assumes they change depending on what she’s wearing; yet some days they change halfway through the day. When looking into Michela 's eyes people have been known to say that they are overcome with an intense flow of emotions. If you truly want to know how she is doing, look her in the eyes.

Without a doubt she inherited a mixture of her father and mother's hair. While it may appear to be a dark brown, when in the light you can see the red tint to her curly locks. Hanging down to the middle of her back when it's normal. Other times she'll magically crimp it and it will appear to only hang to her shoulders. She’ll also straighten her hair to be pin straight, though this takes a while because of so many curls. Though her most preferred styling is how it appears just after a shower and is hanging in ringlets. Michelangela has been known to dye her hair to have blonde streaks on occasion. And some years she'll cut her hair to have bangs covering her brow. Though usually she keeps them long enough to cover her eyes.

Often Michela wears pretty sun dresses or other fashionable items that show off her figure, even though being practically pixie like can’t count as ‘voluptuous’ she does have some curves that she likes to accentuate usually with skirts and dresses. Though one article of clothing Michela absolutely adores is her pea wool coat she bought when she was 12, yes it fits her still, and she has always used it during the winter months. Along with her tartan scarf that she replaced her house scarf with, she likes the pattern much better.

Michelangela will bathe everyday just so she isn’t dirty. She despises being dirty mostly because it reflects bad on her family, and she has been trained not to do that. She’ll wash her hair every other day however because once a day is bad for you. She'll shave everyday and in the mornings she puts on mascara and eyeliner to 'wake up her eyes' this is what she'll tell you, no matter how silly it sounds. The bridge of Michela’s nose is speckled with light freckles while the rest of her skin is really fair. She often appears rather pale and hardly ever colors, even if she spends countless hours in the garden. She burns more then she tans.)
History:
Michelangela's birth was a surprise to the Bianchis. They had not been trying for another child as finances were tight. However, both parents were pleased when the final children turned out to be a girl. For her mother, Michela was finally someone she could buy dolls for and dress in pretty dresses. For her father, she was someone he could cuddle and treat as a princess. Consequently, Michela was definitely the least disciplined of the Bianchi children, but not so much that she was a brat. After all, the family was on the poorer side and she knew what it was like to do without the best clothes and toys.

Even as a young child, Michela always felt like she didn’t quite belong. She was a dreamer while her family was practical. Her parents worked hard to put food on the table and valued practicality above all else. Moreover, her brothers had learned this work ethic and also preached it to their sister. Michela, however, was constantly given to flights of fancy. She adored television and dreamed often of becoming an actress or singer. She craved the attention and adoration that she lacked in the ‘real world.’ Sure, she got plenty at home, but school and play groups were another story. She was always the quirky one, the one not good at sports, the one picked last. Thus, she retreated into television series as if they were old friends. Her parents despised how much time she spent in front of the set and often mandated that she go outside and find something more productive to do. When Michela resisted, she was given extra chores as an outlet.

Around her sixth birthday, Michelangela did something to truly frighten her parents. She was upset one of her brothers would not take her skating and wound up breaking the vase, without touching it.. After that, many more outbreaks took place. It was finally time that they told their children about what they were, instead of hiding it for any longer. They were wizards. It was kind of funny, at first, but then Michela really started to like it. Here she was able to do something, her friends couldn't. So when she got accepted to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, her parents were truly excited.
Personality:
Anyone who didn't know her would assume that she attended a finishing school. However, most of her personality training has come from either a. her Grandmother, b. her mother, or c. magazines. She's had two years of ballet, two years of voice training, and one year of archery. At age five, she was determined to be a ballerina. That plan was forgotten at age seven when she knew, for certain, that her lot in life was to be a pop star. Another plan which failed when her fickle ambitions turned to archery (because, as she told her family many-many times, she was going to grow up and be a female version of Robin Hood). Michelangela's ambitions are still fickle and subject to change at will, but as she grows up she is learning to understand herself better, therefore her choices are more solidly based.

That, however, has no bearing on her disposition. Michela is bubbly and cheerful all the time. There are moments when she appears otherwise, but they are usually rather short lived. Because, as her motto goes, life is too short to be short! which is often misinterpreted to mean the height implication of short, instead of the attitude implication. And of course, she's entirely too friendly to have ever meant something like that. She may appear perfect, but that doesn't make Michela snotty or shallow. Arrogant, however, is an entirely different ballpark. She's beautiful and she knows it, and has no problems letting it be known.

She's also rather prone to getting extremely attached to people extremely quickly. She falls in and out of love at least once a month. And she doesn't see anything wrong with it. Her other motto (remember, she's a fickle girl) is "The only difference between live and love is the i!" And what she means by this is that if you're living, you should naturally be loving. And if you aren't it's because your own view of self is jaded (that's where the "I" comes in). She was raised this way and isn't going to go back on her breeding now. Especially considering that in the past few years she's begun to believe this on her own, instead of just as something that she was brought up around.
Sample RP:
Yawning ever so slightly, Michelangela Bianchi had woken up this morning with the energy to walk and run. She wasn't to sure which one she was going to do, though she'd probably end up doing both. As she raised out of bed, she stretched, looking around her empty dormitory. No shock, she was always the last one up it seemed. Shrugging, it wasn't like that bothered her any. Walking to the closet, she pulled out what looked to be a jogging suit. It was her house colors, which she had been very fond off.

Michelangela changed quickly and exited the dormitory and into the common room. No shock there either, it was empty. Why would anyone want to be in the common room on a nice weekend? Shrugging, it didn't bother her, just like it didn't bother her to be the last one up in here common room. It didn't take long for her to exit the room though, to head outside for a run. She would start with a run, but eventually it would turn into a walk, it always did. Smiling, she passed some students in the halls, didn't stop to talk to them.

As she reached the front door, Michelangela pushed them opened and walked out. Looking around, she noticed that nearly every student must have been out on the grounds, apparently she wasn't the only one that had the idea to spend the day outside. Though her day wouldn't be spent sitting and chatting with friends, but instead getting her exercise. Picking her pace up a little bit, she was doing a little more then a speed walk, but she didn't want to run until she was out of the view of the rest of the school.

Michelangela turned onto the trails, figured it was best to run on the trails then just around the grounds. At least there she knew she wouldn't get lost, because all of the trails lead back to the school, that was the best thing. Smiling, she picked up her pace a little more and forced herself into a run. Making her way down the trails, she looked around, the trees seemed to get thicker the farther you went along the path.

Must be Cossu

[soccerplaya1977]

First Name: Victoria

Last Name: West

Age: 17
Appearance: Victoria

History: Victoria's family is pretty big. She has seven other siblings and she's the oldest out of the group. Seeing as she has many younger siblings his mom was twenty when she had Victoria. Her dad was only 21 so her parents to her are young. Her mom works at a bookstore so Victoria always heard different stories evey night she went to bed and when she got older she got into reading herself. She has four brothers and three sisters. The oldest one is Rebecca and then came the twins named Abby and Alice. She didn't get any brothers until after Abby and Alice were born and she then got her first little brother named Dylan, then came Luke and then another set of twins named Paul and Patrick.

Since she has so many siblings Victoria usually had to do mainly everything by herself and had to help her younger siblings. It wasn't long before Victoria got her letter from Beauxbatons and her parents were excited. They themselves went to Beauxbatons and her mom was in Rouerie and her father in Cossu. They had gotten married right after they graduated and two years later had Victoria.

Personality: Victoria loves to talk to people but doesn't want to annoy people so she tries to act non-talkative at first so people won't get the wrong idea about her. She loves to make new friends. Along with that she likes to have her fun. At her home she always has to help her mom or dad with something and hardly ever gets time to herself. Taking adventures that won't get her into too much trouble were always the most fun to her. She a huge Quidditch fanatic and her favorite positions are Keeper and Chaser. She can play Quidditch any time she wanted since her family live out in a space were there are no other houses around and there's a forest nearby too.

School wise she's good but always gets confused and can be forgetful. When a teacher teaches her something is goes into her ear and out the other and takes a ton of notes to make sure she won't fail since her parents want her to get a good education and occupation. Her forgetfulness is usually caused by distractions. She can get very distracted.

She is a very lazy person yet loves to feel the wind in her face when she's running and feels excited or happy. Like said before she loves to read books and can find her in the library with her nose buried in a book. She'll read any kind of book as long as it's interesting and thick so she can read it for days on end.

Sample RP: Victoria sat by the lake enjoying the view of Beauxbatons. It had to be her favorite place at Beauxbatons. The lake seemed to sparkle in the sunlight and the grass around it was so green. The oak tree gave her shade to block the sun from making her too hot and it was perfect. There was a slight breeze strong enough to blow her hair in its direction.

But the lake wasn't sparkling and the big oak tree wasn't casting its shadow on her and the grass didn't look all too green. There were huge grey and black clouds above her that covered up the beautiful sun. She could hear the leaves of the oak tree rustle and people heading inside as they knew it was going to storm. Victoria decided to stay until it actually rained. She loved the outdoors too much even if it was dark out and was going to rain.

The wind picked up and Victoria looked around her and saw that only a couple people were outside but were near the doors to the Entrance Hall. She sighed and gave up on the rain. She stood up and stretch for she had been sitting there for almost all day just enjoying the view of everything. She lifted her right leg and began to walk to the main doors that lead into the Entrance of Beauxbatons.

Just as she was about to reach the steps she felt something wet land on her forehead. She stopped in her tracks and looked up at the sky. Another wet drop hit her eye and she blink a couple of times and rubbed her eyes but was careful to not ruin her makeup. More of them had started to fall and realized that it was raining and a big smiled stretched across her face.

Must be Cossu

[jeniefer054495]

First Name:Dyani Renee
Last Name:DeFino
Age: 17
Appearance:
History:She was originally Dyani Renee Talarico. She's been in and out of foster homes since she was three years old. Her parents are not dead just unfit. Her father beat her mother and her mother drank because of it. She never liked when she got to meet with her parents. When she turned sixteen she was put back in the care of her parents. As soon as she walked in she thought of running. She knew this would be a disaster. Her parents were standing in front of her and her councilor with fake, half drunk, half upset, smiles plastered on their faces. She saw through it but her councilor didn't and left her there. No sooner did Betty's car pull away did the beatings start coming. She would walk around in dark sunglasses to cover the black eyes. The letter to this school was her only way out.Her mother went there and she is also part fairy. Her grandmother on her mother's side is a fairy and so she's had magical blood her whole life. Her mother was glad to help her daughter go to the school that she once attended. She would do anything. She helped her change her hair, her name, and her eyes and move on with life going there. Never letting her back to that house again she hoped.
Personality:
She's a cold and cunning girl. She's tough and she can make you cry before she even gets a nasty or dirty comment out her mouth. She's can turn on you in a matter of seconds because she doesn't trust anyone. She runs from good things in fear there is something that isn't good about it. She's not perfect but she thinks that there is something out there to make her whole enough to be perfect. She's a dreamer. She wishes people away and slips into days of events that might never happen.She's a hard shell to crack but once you do you can't resist her.
Sample RP:

Dyani ran into her room and locked the door behind her. Her mother and father were at it again. She felt a tear trickle down her cheek as she waited for it to stop. Not being able to stand it anymore she turned her radio on and turned it up. she could be you by Shawn Hlookoff was on. She loved this song because it was the song that her best friend had the d.j play for her and her last boyfriend to dance to at her best friend's mom's wedding. she loved it. She listened and it calmed her.

Her mother soon came to the door. She lightly tapped and waited her daughters door and waited for Dyani to open the door. She refused. She was going mad here. Her mom however was on her side most of the time so she turned the music down so she could hear her mom now. Her mom began to talk but she didn't pay attention after her mom said "acceptance letter..." and that was all it took. She jumped up and opened the door grabbing the letter and as she slammed the door she saw her mom smile knowing she was thinking 'thank god she's getting out of here'. She ripped it open and saw the letter telling her she had made it. She squealed for joy in her head not daring to let her dad know her mom had given it to her. She grabbed her packed bag of all the things she would need if she ran and added a little more things in it. more clothes for sure and her cell phone. She put her i-pod and laptop and credit card in it. She got it in her name after her first job so she would be free from them quicker. She threw her bag out the window knowing it wasn't safe to leave like normal, and hopped out. She slept on the bottom level of the house so she was alright by jumping out a window. She landed and after grabbing her bag started running. She made her way to the station that would take her from the hell hole she had been thrown back into.

She hopped train after train until she found where the letter told her to get off. She hopped of the train and pulling her money out, started her walk through the small shop place. She saw the place where she could buy her wand at. She walked in and picked out a white cherry wood one with dragon fire in the center. She smiled and purchased it. She then went on to the uniform store and got the basics and after buying that made her way to look at all the cute pets. the letter said she just need a pet. It didn't say she had to a specific type like hogwarts had. She looked at all the owls,cats,lizards, and dogs. She couldn't decide then the thing lept in front of her caught her eye. A forever baby dragon. It was light blue and had black eyes. It had a pink collar around its neck so she figured it to be a girl. She loved it. She picked it up and it cuddled up to her and went to sleep. She smiled and brought her to the cash register. She bought her after making a couple haggles of price. Her new pets name was Aquamarine, Marine for short. She loved her. She then made her way to the book store to look for good reading material. She was bored and waited to see anyone form her new school arrive to this shopping area. She was excited to the extreme level!

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Sorry i fixed it. i hope you can sort me soon....i'm imensley eager to begin roleplaying here.

[witeanders]

First Name:

Wite

Last Name:

Anders

Age:

15

Appearance:

Wite Anders is a half-blood, he is half Wizard, half Albino. Wite is extremely clever but has a lack of social interaction. He doesn't have any friends and is always lonely. Wite has pale smooth skin, and blood red eyes (like his father.) He has his mothers hair which is Golden and silky. He is tall but skinny, not muscular in any way. His father Elphius, had a small buisness in wand making and made his son a wand before he was born. Wite's wand is a Hazel and Chimaera Scale wand, it is engraved with a sapphire, his mothers favourite jewel and his birthstone. This is a very rare but powerful wand.

Mother:

Alyss Anders - Auror - Holly and Ruby Shaving wand.

Father:

Elphius Anders - Small Buisness Wand Maker - Elder and Chimaera Scale wand.

History:

Wite is a half-blood, but not in a muggle/wizard way, Wite is half Albino. His father was an Albino but his mother fell for him when they were in the third year of Beauxbatons.
Elphius, as an albino had alot of grief from many people at school and he felt as if he wasn't wanted. Until one day Alyss came along, she had recently seen him sitting lonely in the corner of the common room and went up to him.
"Um...are you ok?" Alyss asked,
"Not really, if you really needed to know!" Elphius replied quite stubbonly.
As soon as Elphius actually looked up, he fell in love with her beautiful golden hair and deep brown eyes. As time went on, they spent more and more time with each other until they left school.
They both went there seperate ways and Alyss became an Auror, whilst Elphius went into a small wand buisness, he was once again alone. On one winters day, Elphius went to buy a new set of dress robes. He suddenly met the girl he had fallen in love with at school. She looked up and he was forced back as she hugged him. They started to see each other more and more until they decided to get married.
After a while Alyss became pregnant with a little boy, they called him Wite after his fathers albino father. The night Alyss and Alphius brought baby Wite home, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Who's calling at this time of the night?" Elphius exclaimed as he looked at his wrist watch, it was ust after 11 O'Clock.
As Elphius opened the door, he was shot at with at least 15 different Stunning Spells. And before he knew it, the impact was so hard, it killed him instanly.
As Alyss heard the noise, she rushed into the hallway and was stunned by the same amount, but instead of dying, she fell into the deepest sleep that couldn't be woken easily.
One of the hooded people in the doorway shouted,
"Lets get out of here!" At that moment, a tall pale woman noticed a bundle of sheets on the floor, as the hooded figures dissapeared, she grabbed the baby up quick aqnd his it under her cloak.
As time went on, Wite grew up with this woman, her name was Helena and although she was grouped with the hooded group she was infact an imposter and was just there to get the baby. She was horrified when Elphius and Alyss had been killed, but she didn't know Alyss was still alive.
Helena was a very sinister looking woman, with jet black hair and grey eyes, but her hearts was of gold.
At the age of 6, Wite asked his guardian where his real parents were, she naturally told him and he went from a very lively child to a very quiet and lonely child like his father.
When Wite was 11, he attended Beauxbatons and started his time here. After a quiet 3 years, he started his 4th year and suddenly everything changed for the better.

Personality:

Very quiet and lonely child, deprived of a good childhood. But happier now that he is in the place he knows his mother and father spent their childhood. Very dreamy but clever and creative.

Sample RP:

As Wite sat in a shodowed corner of the common room, he looked up and saw a group of boys standing above him.
"Oi! 'Ows ya' mova' Bino?" Pandora shouted to him as she towered him. Pandora had straight silky black hair and bright green eyes. When Wite first met her, he was astonished by her looks, but now that he had experienced her temper for the last 3 years, he had grown to dislike her alot.
"I have already told you," he said in a quiet voice, "My mother an father are dead."
"Ah! Poor 'Wikkle Wite! Nobody to speak to, nobody that likes him, just himself and that awful locket!" Pandora exclaimed, Wite always wore his mothers silver locket, she was wearing it the night she 'died'.
As Wite bowed his head, Skutula, one of Pandora's posse, hit him round the head with a large book.
The group walked away and suddenly Wite felt his eyes water and a single tear fell onto his lap. He looked up a few minutes later and almost everyone had gone from the common room. His eyes darted around the room, waiting to see if it was safe to come out of his shadow, he made the decision as there was only a pale girl packing her bag in the other corner. As he looked at her more he saw her pretty face, she had perfect skin, long brown wavy hair and large deep blue eyes.
As he watched her, she suddenly dropped some books on the floor and she bent down to ge them, at once, Wite walked over to her and reached down to help her. She jumped, not realising anyone else was in the room. As she looked up, her eyes met his and they held the same position for what seemed like hours until she said, "Oh...Thankyou, I didn't know there was anyone else in the common room!" "Thats ok, I was waiting till everyone had left and then I was going to leave too, but you dropped your books and..." his voice trailed off as she giggled, "What's so funny?" he stammered, not understanding. "Sorry, it's just, you've got a spider on your shoulder!" Wite, looked onto his shoulder and jumped, spiders were the worst animals in the world according to him, "Ah! Get it off! Gerrof' Gerroff!!" he shouted. "Stand still..." the girl exclaimed. She flung the spider on the floor and it scuttled into a little crack in the wall, they both looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"The names Nancy!" The girl said sticking out her hand,
"Wite," Wite replied, shaking it, "Fancy a walk?" he suggested. "Ok..." Nancy replied and she took his arm and they stroll out of the common room onto the third floor corridor.

Before I even look at your application your Display Name needs to match the name in your application.

Sorry I Changed It Now, This Is My First Time! =]

[tiffany]

First Name:Tiffany.

Last Name:Sparxx.

Age. 16.


Tiffany

Looks

Like

This.

Appearance.

Tiffany can easily be described as a very short girl with gorgeous blue eyes. In the sun her eyes appear to be lighter than they truly seem, maybe even a greenish color. But in the dark, they are usually their smexy bluey color. Her skin is snow white, pale, an effect of being a vampire. She feels that she is almost transparent. Tiffany’s hair is naturally short and blonde. However, her hair changes almost every week. Sometimes it goes from her natural hair color [when she is most lazy] and then to some bizarre color. On those boring days, she may even add in her coontails. She likes to express herself through her style of dress and her creativity with her hair. She has a snakebite piercing on the left side of her bottom lip and a Monroe piercing on the upper right side. Her style of dress is very unique, sometimes. When she’s in a good mood, it’s usually as bizarre as her hair.


History.

Born and raised in a small, small town called England, Tiffany grew up very independent. Her father and mother both had to work hard to pay the bills, so unlike most kids, Tiffany played by herself and usually read books.She was a very quick learner. She liked learning knew things and hated the children at her school and in her neighborhood. Tiffany’s mother was French, but her father wasn’t. Her was Japanese. Her mother moved from Paris to England and then had Tiffany. Because her father only speaks English and Japanese, her mother had to learn English. Tiffany ,however, learned to speak almost fluently in all Japanese and French. English was her number one language, seeing as she did grow up in England. French was second, and Japanese was third.

She was never one to wander off and get lost, but coming home one day, she spotted someone, or something, making its way down a dark alley. Tiffany had been taking a walk for longer than she had expected and she hadn’t realized that a storm was breezing through, so it was late and very rainy. The sky was dull so she couldn’t have been too sure of what she had seen. Curiously, she ended up following the creature. Not knowing what was lurking just around the corner, Tiffany was attacked by none other than…a vampire. In England!? Tiffany was originally left to die in the alley, but when she woke up, she was back at home in her own bed as if nothing had happened. It all seemed like a dream. Her mother and father tried to keep it from her as long as they could, but when she saw that she had no reflection, couldn’t withstand daylight, and happened to grow fangs, Tiffany could figure out that the incident was no dream at all, that it was real.

Tiffany was expected to attend Hogwarts, just as her mother had, only she hadn't received a letter from the school. The girl was furious. Her mother was disappointed, however, she was pleased.At least she could attend Beauxbatons,right? Tiffany’s father didn’t particularly care to much. He attended Durmstrang. Tiffany was a little angry about attending Beauxbatons. The thought made her want to strangle something,however, she figured that as long as she had gotten into some school and away from the muggles, she was fine.


Personality.

Tiffany Sparxx is very intelligent. Seeing that her parents weren't around much she's a very independent person.
During the day, she's usually a little on the selfish or mean side, but during the nighttime her mood peaks and she's more...alive. Tiffany would probably be a very loyal person if there was ever anyone to be loyal to. She can be friendly when she wants to be, she just chooses not to. The teenager is usually quiet and her real feelings are never usually expressed through her emotions. The girl is curious, and slightly on the mischevious side.



[Sample RP]

There was a long creak as a pair of light feet stepped onto one of the floorboards. The girls dormitory creeped open and a pair of glowing blue eyes peered out. Empty.Empty and Quiet.Just how she liked it. The day had seemed so long, with the classes and lectures and such and she hadn't gotten much reading done at all, nor had the young lady bonded with her cat. it seemed that the only time that she had ever had to herself, was during the nighttime. Luckily, she wouldn't get caught making her way out of the dormitory with her Tokidoki bag over one shoulder and a small cats head emerging from it.

There was a small meow and Tiffany frowned down at the bag. If anyone had happened to pass by, they probably would have sworn that her bag had just...meowed. Either that, or it was. Smirking, she closed the dormitory door and peered around the corner of the hallway. Nothing. God, she felt like a ninja. Stretching a little, Tiffany's eyes widened as she adjusted to the dark hallway. For once, she wasn't in such a bad mood, so this night might actually turn out to be a good one. There were a few more creaks on the floor board from under her and the young woman winced.

A soft tap tap sound could be heard just a distance away. Tiffany slowed her walking to a halt and listened. The footsteps seemed to be going the other way. Teacher? Maybe a...student? She suddenly hoped so. Turning around another corner the teenager found herself facing a long staircase.[/size][/color]

Must be Rouerie

[gianna]

First Name: Gianna [Call her Gigi]
Last Name: Kingston
Age: 16
Appearance:

History:

Gianna was born into a "normal" American family in the town of Boulder, Colorado. Her family was "upper middle class" if they must be labeled, so she was given everything she needed, and most of what she wanted. Call her spoiled, and you're probably right. But compared to most of her friends from Boulder, she was barely given anything at all. She grew up with an older brother, Caleb, whom is 3 years older than her. Her and her brother were as close as a brother and sister can get. To be honest, Gianna was fairly close to her parents, considering most parent-child relationships. She hid what she had to hide, parties, drinking, drugs, etc. but never had trouble faking everything else to them. So her mother and father never really knew the true Gigi, just the act that she had put up, so they could be proud of their daughter.

Now, don't be mislead. Gigi was never a bad kid, she wasn't any more caught up in drugs, drama, and parties than any other 16 year old girl. And she always achieves great grades, and spends some of her time volenteering in the community. She does what she can so her parents don't feel the need to get involved in her life, or have to question her.

The letter she recieved when she was 11 led to the hardest desision she ever had to make. Growing up in Boulder, she had the same friends since birth, and they were closer than any sisters. They had all done everything together, and never spend more than 2 days apart. How could she even survive without them? Gianna's shy nature kept her from making friends very easily, but the chance to learn witchcraft was too big to overlook. It was a tough choice, friends and family or witchcraft and wizardary?

In the end, she took the chance at going to Hogwarts School or Witchcraft and Wizardy. But while spending her first 3 years of school there, she barely made any friends she could actually talk to. Sure, there were plently of people she could "hang out with" but no one Gigi felt she could consider a true friend. She spent most of her spare time with her head stuck in a book or calculating the exact amount of time until she could see her friends in Boulder again.

So that's how she ended up at Beauxbatons. Even though she's not exactly the best at handeling change, she's prepared for this. Gigi is ready for a new start, not that she needed one, she just needs someone to be there, someone she can trust and open up to.

Personality:

Gigi fakes it. She's shy and can put on a good show. She rarely lets out her true feeling to anyone but those she know she can trust. She's always got a smile on her face, whether everythings perfect or she's at her worst. She tends to hold her feelings in until she really can't take it anymore, than she explodes, and lets it all out to her friends or brother.

She loves her music, and can always be seen with her pod in her ears, jamming to Dashboard Confessional, Death Cab for Cutie, Oasis, and a million more of her favorite bands. She'd rather read than watch television, and old classics beat out this generations Hollywood anyday in her mind. She's interested in fashion, but can be too lazy to reflect it. Most days she can be seen in her skinny jeans an a t-shirt at least one size too big, but she pulls it off. Those days when she's too lazy, she'll throw on a pair of Victoria's Secret PINK pants and a band shirt.

Gigi's a real sweetheart. She's putting her best foot foward and hoping for the best. She's a follower to her friends, and would jump off a bridge if they went first, granted they're in their right minds. She's always looking at the situation from every angle, and considering every outcome, so it's no wonder she doesn't have much to say with so much on her mind. You could call her the safe one of her friends back in Boulder, always reminding them of possible consiquences of their actions, but she'd never back out of a situation once in it with her friends.

Sample RP:

It was cold, way too cold. I'm not made nor dressed for this weather. Gigi mumbled under her breath looking down at her jeans and heals that stomped through the snow, and shivered. Why does it have to be so fxcking cold? She asked herself, walking aimlessly around the unfamilar Beauxbatons grounds. She observed a lake up ahead and changed her path. She had been heading back to her dormitory, but the lake looked so, so enchanting in the cold. The top had frozen over, and the ice refected the moon so perfectly she couldn't help but just stare out at it.

Her mind cleared as she looked out at the beauty in front of her, and a feeling that can't be described in words came upon her. The feeling you get when you know everything is going to work out perfectly. But even in her tranquility, she thought back to the millions of times she had walked to the lake with Sara, Charlotte, Sydney, Mary, and Autumn, her friends from home. Was it really worth it to leave them? She asked herself this about a million times a day, and the answer changed about just as often. What she really needed was to make some friends at Beauxbatons.

New School, New Start. She thought, she could be anyone she wanted. Anyone in the world. And this time, she was going to be herself, only a little braver. And with that bravery she was going to work up the courage to make some friends. How hard can it be? She considered, problem was, it could be extremely hard when you're about as outgoing as a rock.

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FYI, you wouldn't have gotten a letter from Hogwarts if you lived in America.

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