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[jhartley]

First Name: Jacob

Last Name: Hartley

Age: Sixteen

Appearance:

Standing at 5 foot 8, and weighing in at 135 pounds, Jacob isn't the most masculine or tall person around. He's actually very small and thin for his age, but not too small. He considers himself average height and weight, now that there are many boys that have his style. He's been smaller than most ever since he was born. He'd often got picked on about it for school, but his mother and father deeply assured him that he was just fine the way he was, and he was as big as he thought he was. Of course, that would only work for a while.

Bright blue eyes are the essence of Jacob Hartley's face. They're the brightest thing about him, which is weird seeing as how he's a very colorful boy. Over his bright eyes, is dark brown, almost black. To accompany his bright eyes, is his bright smile. Ever since he learned how to brush his teeth with a simba the lion king toothbrush, he'd taken care of his teeth. You'll soon see he loves the lion king. He had a whole set of toothbrushes, including those of Nala, Mufasa, Timone, Pumbaa, and any other character from the original movie. He also knew the showtunes, which he would practice in the mirror while he took care of his teeth. His smile played a big part on his face, seeing as how he has defined jawlines. He has the normal features of a boy his age, really.

If having your own personal style made a person unique, look no further for a unique boy than Jacob Hartley. Style is a big part of his life. He's always mixing around colors and articles of clothing to create a style all his own. It's actually what he wants to do. He designs his own clothes, and illustrates the designs on his clothes. He wants to open a little shop in the town by Beauxbatons, or at Beauxbatons. He has big plans for his clothing line, which he wants to call Babycakes Clothing. He likes to wear a lot of colors, every color of the rainbow, or even all the colors of the rainbow designed on a t-shirt. It's impossible to copy his style, since he comes up with a new style almost everyday. He has the emotive style, but adds tons of color to it, coloring lives one person at a time.

History:

Jacob was born into the world on February 14th, sixteen years ago. Yes, that means his birthday is on Valentines Day, and he loves that holiday. He was born to a Jacob and Grace Hartley. Technically, Jacob Hartley, the son, was actually named Jacob Jr. Daniel Hartley. From the day he brought the little Jacob home, Jacob Sr. called him Junior. He always used to joke around and call him JD, or Jake Daniels. That man was dorky. Anyway, back to the story. Jacob Jr. was born in New York City, his parents having been on a trip to see a broadway show. It was, as you've guess, Valentines Day, and Jacob Sr. took Grace to see Hairspray. But just as the play started to progress, she could feel herself going into labor, and there you go.

From the moment the young couple took Jacob Jr. home (which was in Paris), they had their hands full. He was a rotten little boy, even as a baby. He'd cry all the time, and when his uncle tried to hold him, he'd always throw up on him, because his uncle liked to spin him around and he'd just been fed every time. With his father, he used to pee on him, causing his mother to have laughs all through his first few years of life. But as he got older, he just got more rotten, as his parents would say.

At the age of one, he was starting to walk around. He was an early walker, and his parents lived to regret the day. At first he crawled, and he usually pushed himself backwards instead of forwards, then he stood up, and eventually started walking. He couldn't run, but that didn't stop him from walking all over the place. But of course, he eventually learned to run, then he definately kept his parents on the move, since he got into every single thing there was. But he knew not to do it around his father.

Like most kids, Jacob Jr went through his toddler years laughing, getting into trouble, and playing all the time. The real trouble didn't start until he entered school, at the age of four. It was a head start pre-school. That's when his parents discovered that he had the demonic power than many men from his father's side had. But with Jacob it was amplified. His father already called him a little hellraiser, but now he had the power to generate fire, but usually it was he was angry. A temper tantrum for him was violent. He had a lot as a kid. He was never a shy or calm kid when he didn't get what he wanted, like any little boy.

Jacob grew up with all the love in the world, and knew he wasn't normal. His mother and father told him that someday, he'd go to a magical school named Beauxbatons. Just like they said, that's where he went. But after his first year there, he'd gotten so mad by someone picking on him, that he'd melted down, his pyrokenesis out of control. So, he had to wait until he could control it. With that done, he could return to learn magic.

Personality:

Jacob is the most energetic kid you'll come across. He's always acting silly and flipping around on the beauxbatons lawns. He's vibrant and lively, always trying to make things fun. It comes out in his clothing style too. Where do you think he gets inspiration to use all colors under the rainbow on his clothes? Didn't think he was a hippy, did you? Though he is a vegetarian, and is very active with minor organizations for the well-being of animals. He loves animals to death, and often makes shirts and other clothing articles using animals. He once made a shirt that had Simba's face on it. There was one he made about a cartoon cow and it said, how about I eat you? He thought that was good.

Okay, maybe he went overboard with that one. Jacob is a true revolutionary, and a visionary. He's always trying to make changes for the better, and hopes to become something great one day, after school of course. His father wants him to become a great quidditch player, but he isn't too athletic. He hoped to become a Care of Magical Creatures professor one day or something. Working with animals is his dream.

One thing you must watch out for, is his temper. Since he's of demonic blood, he has a very hot temper, and that pulls up his pyrokenesis, and then you'll be sorry. So I wouldn't want to make him mad, or mess with his friends. You'll be incredibly sorry. He's a great friend, and whoever messes with his friends will live to regret it.

There are many sides to his personality, and if you want to know more about the livewire, go find him. He'll probably be trying to ride centaurs.

Sample RP:

"Here, kitty-kitty!", a voice called from the courtyards of Beauxbatons Academy. Now where did that little kitten go? He'd just gotten that kitty from a store and now he'd lost it. That was very unlike him. Of course that little kitten was mischevious and adventurous, just like he was. Huffing, the pouting boy looked around the courtyard, then hearing a "meowww!"

"Kitty?", the boy asked out loud, hearing another cry from the cat. It was in trouble. The animal-lover ran out of the courtyard, calling out, "KITTEN! KITTEN!", making his way past many students who thought he was a nut for chasing a little cat. His feet picked up as he ran faster and faster, seeing a little siemese kitten back up in fear as a wolf came towards it.

"NO! KITTY!", he groaned and ran towards the wolf, his eyes flashing red before fire ignited at his fingertips. Though, it didn't burn him at all. It just had a warm feeling. Of course, he had demonic blood through his veins. As the wolf seen the fire being thrown, the wolf ran off, yelping, the kitten running to the boy and jumping on his leg.

"Owwwie!", the boy yelped as the cat sank his claws into him. The boy sat down with the kitty, chuckling as it rubbed its nose against Jacob's.

Must be Rouerie

[cameron1234]

First Name: Cameron

Last Name: Dorée

Age: Fifteen

Appearance:

Cameron has been described as being “the spitting image” of his father. Apparently when Adam was fifteen he looked just like Cameron does now, and according to his grandmother his grandfather was the same. It was odd to imagine his grandfather aged fifteen, although Cameron has been told that his father and grandfather were never as tall as he was. Standing at five foot nine, Cameron is taller than the rest of his family, as well as the rest of his year. His mother and father weren’t exactly small, and were both above average height, but Cameron seemed to excel even higher than them. Whilst leaving the classroom at the end of the day he feels as though he is their age, but he knows that he isn’t really. His height makes him stand out, and it probably will do until he reaches his sixth or seventh year when he could be considered normal height, though he’s still pretty tall, so he would still stand out more than others.

Cameron is just as adventurous as his body allows him to be, which is quite a bit. His wide chest and sinewy arms give him the look of a sportsman, and he tends to carry himself with a dignified air. His walk is light and bouncy when he's in a good mood, but firm and downtrodden when he's in a bad mood. It's the same with his voice. You can practically hear the laughter and optimism seeping from his vocal cords when he's happy, but if he's speaking seriously, it has a commanding air that demands you listen without so much as a word to order you around.

Starting from the top, Cameron is blessed with locks of blonde hair that falls across his forehead and down to just above his ears in a straggly mess. Not that it looks bad. To the contrary, it often makes him look more rugged. However, nothing could make the rest of his face look rugged and manly. Those laughing, boyish blue eyes, the charming, expressive grin, and those incessantly present, impeccably darling dimples of his make him look younger than he really is, and give him a light-hearted appearance even when he's all-too-serious.

Caermon's heart-shaped face rests on a long, think neck, complete with prominent Adam's apple. How active he really is shows in how strong he looks. Though he isn't broad and stocky like most muscular boys his age are, he does have a strong, deep build about him. It is helpful that he can move about more quickly than those that are heavy-set, but he can defend himself valiantly should the need ever arise. His hands are a bit bigger than most others', which can get in the way a little, but he tries not to let it bother him. They're just hands, after all.

History:

December 12th, twenty-something years ago, St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries had a new arrival in the maternity ward – Cameron Dorée was the newest addition to the Dorée pureblood family tree. His father was proud to have a son, and although his mother would never admit it, she was hoping to have a girl. But a son in the family meant that the name would live on for at least another generation. It seemed to be the way with pureblood families that once they had one son there was no need for any other children, or so the Dorée family had been taught. If daughters came first then they continued until they had a boy, and although the name could continue with more than just one boy in the family, Cameron’s father thought that only the one was needed.

Cameron grew up around the other pureblood children – those who were younger and older than he was, along with those who were the same age as he was. There were kids who would be in the same year as he was when he went to Beauxbatons, kids who would be in the years below his when he went to Beuxbatons and even kids who would be out of Beauxbatons by the time he got into his first year. Sometimes, during the summer, there were even kids who were already in Beauxbatons. They told Cameron about allt the different houses.

All of the pureblood parents who met together had been friends since 1st year; all of the kids were expected to do the same and Cameron didn’t want to let his parents down. He could remember being only six years old and thinking that muggle borns were bastards, that he hoped all of the half-blood students’ brains would explode because they were a lot dumber than they thought they were. And pure-bloods were the best of the best.

When he was only ten years old, Cameron’s father was sent to prison for life. After killing a pair of Muggles in broad daylight, Adam Dorée was gone for life to be tortured by dementors and would never be able to see his son again, unless he broke out of what was pretty much the most secure prison in the world – and clearly, that would be impossible. So all Cameron had to remember his father by were the first ten years of his life – and out of those he could remember very little. He was only young so he didn’t expect that he’d need to keep anything important in his mind, but he could still remember a few good times.

Personality:

Cameron Dorée is very comparable to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hide. There are many faces to Mr Dorée, many of which you would not like to see....He is both night and day, hard and soft, cruel and kind...

There is an obvious charm to Cameron. He can charm a banshee just by smiling at her. He has a cool air to him, and all notice his presense when he enters a room. He has a distinguished air to him. He is laid back much of the time, and loves laughing and practical joking. He is often the center of attention.

The ladies seem to like Cameron, though he can be a cold person. he likes to tease and push buttons, but no one can forget his charm. Cameron has never had a steady girlfriend...more friends with benefits. He prefers to have a little fun, and move on. He does have a few close friends that are girls, but noting serious. Each new days comes the new opportunity to meet a new lady and charm his way into her heart. Of course, there are those that are keepers, that he hangs around with minus the romantic attatchments. Only a special vixen could tame Cameron, and she'd have a hell of a time doing it if she would be up for the challenge. Cameron is quite sure of himself, and rather arrogant at times

Having Cameron as a friend is good thing. He;s loyal to the end and will do what it takes for those he cares about. But having Cameron as an enemy is not something that is advised. He has a habit of fighting and spouting fire, and makes the worst enemy a person can have. He is ruthless and believes highly in revenger. You are better off having him as an alliance. Rather than instantly resorting to violence, you will first be met with his vicious taunting and a mouth that would make a nun swear. His fist packs much power, but his viper's tongue has much more sting to it.

Cameron likes a little of everything...he likes fighting and action, blood and gore...But he can also enjoy the more beautiful things in life, like a sunset and a walk in the woods. He is heavily into rock and jazz music, as well as sports. He's pretty good with a guitar and (shhhh) likes to cook. His likes and dislikes are diverse.

Cameron likes a good drink, and a good smoke...as well as the company of a good woman. However, he hates women that are too clingy...thus he reason for being single, and intending to stay that way (unless, again, there is a lady who dares try to tame him).

His tendancies towards anger and violence are the reasons. To get what he wants, Cameron will do what is necessary. He harbors and inner chill and darkness. And as for the dark arts...he is a skilled practitioner.

A walking contradiction is very comparable to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hide.

Sample RP:

The smell of gasoline and tobacco hanging in the air, the sound of fierce monstrous motorcycles and cars supped up to their height of potential, and the eager chants and yells of curious spectators... all of these were among the many things that seemed to make Fox McFadden's blood boil with anticipation. There was nothing like the exhilarating feeling of an all powerful bike between your legs, the wind raking through your hair, and the speed that seems to mount adrenaline more than any other drug in existence. This was the sort of thing that Fox lived for, the sort of thing that colored Fox and pegged him what he was, not only to himself, but to others that knew of him.

Bringing the black and silver chrome Harley Davidson to a halt, Fox raked his hand through his thick black hair, which was becoming quite long and unruly compared to the shorter length that he had been known to wear. Shifting his muscles under the black leather jacket that covered his torso, Fox leaned the bike forward to its side, and rested it on the silver chrome peg. Swinging his leg around the bike, Fox stood next to him with the grandeur and posture of a man who was an alumni at such a place. And he was. Larry's vehicle track was thumping tonight, and many heads nodded at fox in recognition, smiling at him or sending a friendly wave. reaching into his back pocket, Fox pulled out a pack of smokes, bringing one to his lips and lighting it. Walking just a few feet to the nearest bike that was parked next to him, Fox's black and white Nike shoes pounded on the pavement. In his attitude and in his dress, Fox looked like a racer tonight. He left work about an hour ago, headed home for a shower and a change. he wore a pair of dark denim jeans, paired with his leather jacket and a plain white t-shirt underneath. Leaning forward, Fox whistled through his smoke at the bike in front of him. "So this is the bike I'm racing tonight, eh Tony? Its a beaut." Fox's Irish tongue spelled out clearly his admiration for the bike.

"I agree. She is a beaut. Tony whistled, mimicking Fox. Fox looked up at Tony, seeing that he was not looking at the bike as he was, rather a rather enticing looking blonde that has heading their way. Fox stood up, his smoke remaining between his lips. He smiled, recognizing the beautiful blonde that he had met at the bar. Looking back at Tony, Fox smirked. "Don't even think about it, Tony," he said quietly. "This one is mine." He smiled again at his friend, then took several steps forward to meet the lovely woman.

"Sara, my pet." he said quietly, not taking his smoke from his mouth and reaching for the blonde woman's hand.

Must be Sournois

[edenmuse]

First Name: Eden

Last Name: Costa

Age: 15

Appearance:


History: Eden Costa was born in Calabria, Italy on December 5th, 1992 a month early to Yvonne Lange and Kale Costa. Therefore there was quite a bit of drama in early life for her and her small family, shortly after birth they relocated to southern France, her parents wanted to be sure that she got in to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic both pure bloods and firm believers in strong magical education and ties weren't entirely willing to take on the risk that she wouldn't get it. Paranoid much? Moving on. She grew up as a lovely kid but not really prepared for all the attention she got from her parents. They had a bit too much time on their hands and she got a bit claustrophobic. Overtly preferring to avoid then rather than deal with the questions and the overall too much attention. She joined up on a local soccer team and had fun hanging out with the boys, although her parents didn't really repress the idea of muggle interaction. They did develop a certain curiosity for what drew her to their company. Kay, lets face it. It's because they were boys and a teenage girl with ragging hormones can only handle so much. So they developed slightly stalkerish tendencies such as following her and asking more questions until they came upon the little fact that she was dating a muggle boy. Well that was really crossing the line with them as soon as her letter to Beauxbatons arrived she was shipped off. For better or for worse. Not all of us can have the most respectable dirty little habits.

Personality: Eden is a fairly social person, she has her ups and down. A low tolerance for bullshit and guilt she isn't really into conflicts because people end up thinking shes crazy because after she yells at them she looks all apologetic and sad about what she said. Others might call this stupidity, the ability to not think about whats coming out of your mouth as you say it. Mere technicalities, she has close friends but overall gets along better with guys than girls. Girls unfortunately have a bit to much drama attached to them for her to deal with. Clingy people annoy her and she enjoys many things so she doesn't really have routine scheduled into her life. Edens main personality dynamic is extremes she sees things in black and white but still manages to have an open mind. A little reckless all the makings for a night on the town.

Sample RP:"Where were you?" said her mothers voice, soft enough to be open to some details about the night - it was natural curiosity and boredom on her part but there was still that tone that couldn't be lost that decidedly said without words - you better have a good explanation for being out so late.

She went for the smooth and sarcastic root as apposed to the snarky and lying root. "Well darling, you wouldn't believe the line up at the Coffee Shop. Really you know all I wanted to do was to come home and tell you about my game but really I had to hang out with guys do all that team spirit stuff and I was so dead on my feet at that point I really just needs some caffeine. No locomotion with out the moca. As I always say or I have started to say. Or I should start to say. Hmm."

Yvonne rolled her eyes at how fast her daughter was speaking, "You know that caffeine is no good for you?" It came out as more of a statement than a question.

"Oh really? Ohh emm gee. This has like really changed me. Honestly Mom I think we need to hug. Tell Pop Pop I'm home. I'm gonna get some rest. Big day tomorrow." She gave her mother a quick hug and ran up the stairs stuffed some pillows under her blankets turned off the lights in her room and pulled back the screen on her window. If they didn't want to lied to, then why did they make it so easy?

Must be Rouerie

[izzybella]

First Name:

Issabella

Last Name:

Gauthier

Age:

Sixteen

Appearance:

gorgeous

Issabella is a stunning young woman. She has long blond hair that also has layers of black in it. Her eyes are a bright hazel. That sometimes look blue. Her skin is smoother, and almost porcelain like. Issabella isn't pale, but she isn't tan either. She's just about right in between.

Issabella stands about 5 feet 8 inches, and her legs make up most of that five feet. She weighs only about 110 pounds. Weight is not an issue to her, but food is. Her hair is usually worn down and straight, but she sometimes wears it in curls, and tries other unique hairstyles. Nothing is ever the same when it comes to this girl.

History:

January 1^st

Issabella Marina Gauthier was born to her parents Jaeda and Micheal Gauthier. She was the youngest of nine kids. Five sisters and three brothers. Growing up in a big family can effect you in many different ways. For the good, bad. Whatever, but knowing that people love you is worth it all. With two sets of twins, and one set of triplets. Things get a little crazy.

Isabella was a smart kid. She picked things up very quickly, and was picked on a lot. The teasing never escalated to anything dangerous. It was mainly just name calling, and hitting. Sometimes hair pulling, but not all of the time, but like most people say kids will be kids, and thats what they were doing. Still Issabella never up to that point ever wished anything bad on her brothers and sisters, and she never had an ounce of hatred towards them. She just couldn't bring herself to do something like that.

When Issabella turned nine things started to get worse. Her brothers, and sisters were getting older, and they started to pick on her more, and more. The bullying got worse, and worse. It just seemed now that they were doing it to look cool in front of their friends, and it bothered Izzy, but still she didn't hate any of them, and never wondered why they just picked on her. She thought it was because they loved her.

For years Issabella had let her brothers, and sisters pick on her. She had told them to stop plenty of times, but they never acted like they were going to anytime soon. When things started to get wven more serious is when Issabella's personality would change. Issabella had been playing with some of her little dolls, and she was dressing it up. One of her brothers had called her downstairs, and they led her outside so that she could help them get their cat out of a tree.

The boys knew that she would do just about anything for the cat so they explained to her how to climb the tree, and get the cat out safely. They were planning on getting her up there, and then just leaving her. Pretty harmless right? Well as Issabella was climbing the tre. Giving no thought as to why one of them didn't climb the tree to save the cat. She stepped on one branch halfway up the tall oak tree, and she lot her grip and fell.

She suffered broken bones in her left arm, and left leg. She had some memory loss, but for some reason she never forgot about that day, and it haunts her even now. After that day Issabella became angry, and wanted to hurt her siblings the way they hurt her, but she was never given the chance.

Izzy stayed in the hospital for a while. Hospital bills were very pricey, and after Issabella got out of the hospital she realized that they were closer to losing their house than they ever were. Her parents had great jobs, but paying for one kid in the hospital, and paying for the other to go to school, buying food, and paying a house payment put a big burden on the whole family. So for benefit of the whole family. Some of the kids were sent to live with their grandma and grandpa. Issabella was one. Two of her sisters, and one of her brothers came with her.

A few years passed, and Issabella still lives with her grandma. The kids were sat down one day, and told a story of a world with witches, and wizards. By now though Issabella was fifteen, and didn't believe in any of that, and stories were just a waste of time to her. So after rolling her eyes, and few times, and not really listening to the story her grandmother told her that their family was blessed with being witches and wizards.

The only thing Izzy could think to do was laugh. So she did. After a more detailed explanation of everything she realized then that none of it was a joke, and everything was the truth. They were wizards and witches. Things weren't going to be the same for them from that point on, and she knew it.

Personality:

i n t e r e s t i n g

Before her accident Issabella was the nicest person anyone would ever meet. She had a loving heart. She loved anyone, and everyone. No matter what it is they had done. Whether they killed the president or the kids next door. She loved them, and always thought that if everyone loved everyone the world would be at peace, and there would be no fighting and no angst between everyone.

change

After the accident which is now. Issabella is pretty much a b*tch. She had made a huge 180 degree turn from before. Yeah she has her moments when she is nice, and loves it, but still the times where she isn't if you don't want the truth it would be best to stay out of her way. She doesn't spread rumors though, and she doesn't tell secrets. Everything she does is honorable, but the way she acts is far from that. She'll keep secrets, and she wont stoop down to others levels to spread rumors, but ask her what she thinks about you, and she will tell you the cold hard truth.

Sample RP:

amusement

Nothing about this place was amazing. Sure it was huge, but that's about all it had going for it. There were too many people. Issabella hated people. She hated everything about them. Still she put on a great façade, and put on a smile. Her smile was bright, and very misleading were anyone to look her way, but it seemed people were wrapped in whatever it was they were on their way doing. "good..I didn't want to talk to you anyway." is only a small portion of what was going through her mind at the moment. Every bit of it was negative. First impressions were everything to this girl. If you didn't make a good one. Good luck trying to get her to even glance your way a second time.

Issabella walked down the hall of the school. Taking a peek at everyone who walked by her. Sometimes removing her smile, and scowling, but the scowl was usually replaced rather quickly. She just wanted to get to her common room, and sleep. That's all she wanted to to, but these people seemed to be taunting her, and she hated it. Like that girl. She just smiled at her, and walked by. What was she thinking. Was she really that amusing? It was hard for Issabella not to take things personally. Even if it was a joke. Jokes didn't go over well with her.

After walking up a few flights of stairs, and walking past a ton of people Issabella finally made it to the common room. She walked into the common room, and looked around. Everyone seemed to be staring at her. She knew at that moment she hadn't been going crazy. Issabella looked down at her clothes, and she had everything on. She touched her hair, and it felt fine. The only thing that was out of the ordinary was the nose ring she had, but would something so small really cause so many people to stare.

"I am not a circus freak. Stop staring. Idiots." The last word was whispered. More for her own amusement than for anyone to hear, but she didn't care in the least who heard her, and who didn't. She just walked up the stair, and into her dorm. When she got in there she flopped down on her bed, and buried her head into her pillow. Things were not going to be fun here, and she knew that after today, but hopefully she would get lucky. Somehow.

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Must be Rouerie

[mórrígan masen]

First Name: Mórrígan
Last Name: Frost
Age: 17
Appearance:

History: Mórrígan's mother married Mórrígan's father regardless of what he really was like and what he stood for. The day Mórrígan was born, she started to realize that she had made a terrible mistake so many years ago in marrying a man that couldn’t be much more of a contrast to herself. She began to severely hate herself for this mistake. She tried to teach Mórrígan her ways and morals, hoping that Lycan would see sense and not try and change their precious baby daughter. Her fighting with Lycan more often than not made her leave the Frost Manor, regretfully abandoning the tiny, baby Mórrígan.

With her mother not being around, Mórrígan began to hold her father in high regards, but it didn't take her long after getting that little bit older to realize that he wasn't the man he had been made him out to be. He was greatly corrupt in a lot of ways and would do anything to show his power and get his way. He was the reason Mórrígan became a werewolf. Lycan was put into the perfect opportunity to see what he could really use her for, disregarding her safety or what her mother might say. For one thing, he didn’t think about his own safety too often, why would he think about someone else’s?

Lycan just stood by and watched heartlessly as Mórrígan was attacked by a werewolf much larger than her small, fragile self as she reached out for him, screamed for him, even though she knew deep in her heart that he wouldn't ever help. Not long after this traumatic event, Selena returned to reclaim her daughter. Her return wasn't best welcomed. Shortly there after, Mórrígan found her mother dead in one of the rooms of the house. Out of what would seem like respect or concern for his little girl, Lycan sealed the room off, hoping the events and secrets stayed locked away.

Lycan had fallen deeper into darkness. He killed his own wife, something that Mórrígan has yet to work out for herself, but there is still time. He disappeared out of Mórrígan’s life after her mother's death. He eventually returned, meeting up with Mórrígan. It didn't take much to infuriate her and get her to send him off into the night, never knowing where he'd go, hoping he'd never come back. She knows he’ll come crawling back someday, still convinced he can manipulate her, but she broke his hold over her that night and she was never going to let him take her for granted again.

Personality: Mórrígan doesn't trust very easily, but you wouldn't either if you were her, with her family and her history. She hasn't always been very self confident. That is something she has developed over time. This has made her seem very arrogant than she perhaps should, giving the childhood she had, although, now she's completely on her own, she thinks will change her greatly. She will often say what she thinks, not caring for people's opinions and being unable to hold it in sometimes. She is very open minded and is quite accepting, supporting the opinion of 'don't judge a book by it's cover'.

She has a very complex mind, although, she can come to the right answers quickly, but trying to explain it to other people, she usually seems like some sort of major nerd and leaves a lot of people very confused. Her father brought her up not to be afraid of using her brains. Sometimes, she can come across as very jumpy, but that is due to her trust issues. She's been burned one too many times when it comes to putting her trust into other people. Once she has gotten passed that, she is very laidback with people.

On first glance, Mórrígan believes everyone to be good people, even if she doesn't trust anyone as far as she can throw them half of the time. It is only when people have proven themselves to be either good or bad that she finds herself able to judge them and sort the good from the bad and act accordingly. She may not have a lot of trust in people, but that doesn't dent her faith in people. That may not seem to make a lot of sense to most, but that is how she is. She is a very complex person.

Sample RP: Mórrígan slumped down into her usual seat in the common room, dropping her head back against the seat. Scowling and realising how uncomfortable that felt, she brought her head forwards and put a hand up against the back of her head. She had left her hair up from being outside. She pulled the elastic out of her hair, snapping it as she did. Cursing under her breath, she dropped it on the nearby table, bringing her hands back up to muss her hair around so that it draped perfectly on and over her shoulders. She pulled off her glasses, placing them on the table by the lifeless piece of broken elastic. She dropped her head back against the chair, feeling considerably more comfortable than before.

She closed her eyes and arched her back as she stretched in her seat. Flying around was great until she had to land and be still for a long period of time. She felt pretty uncomfortable until she caught up with the still atmosphere, not having to listen to the wind whistling violently in her ears or her robes as they whipped against her and her broom. She slumped back as she stopped stretching, glancing over at her broom that was propped up against the table, the treated black mahogany shining in the nearby firelight. She reached into her robes and pulled out her wands, flicking it at her broom and her glasses, sending them up to her dormitory. She placed her wand back in her robes and felt something else in the pocket there.

She picked out the small, metal object that had tapped against her wand as she had put it away. It was her prefect badge. She had forgotten that she’d put it away in fear of it falling off or something. Although, placing it in her robes’ inside pocket wasn’t that much of a better place for it than pinned out on the front near her house emblem. She ran her thumb across the enchanted silver, clearing off the finger smudges she had put there retrieving it from her pocket and placed it above her house emblem on the front of her robes once more: back its rightful place. She glanced around the empty common room. Where was everyone? It wasn’t dinner time or anything and it was unlikely that everyone was in the library…

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You could be in Roeurie, but I think you will do well in... Sournois

[marcail]

First Name: Marcail (middle name is Lillias)
Last Name: Islington
Age: 15
Appearance:

History:
Marcail and her twin were a teen pregnancy, her mother Kennedi has been attending Hogwarts and met Jake who was 3 years older. So when the twins were born when Kennedi was 17, Jake was already 20. Marcail's aunt always tells her the story of how Jake was an abusive father and boyfriend. He dropped the two girls when he got angry at Kennedi and Marcail and Whitney both have scars now, Marcail's is on her neck. Jake was violent with Kennedi and eventuall left the school leaving the new mother helpless so she dropped out of school as well.

At the age of 11 Marcail with her mother and twin were living in New York under the roof of Kennedi's mother Rene. Kennedi struggled with her emotions and mental problems and was a distraught mess. When she went to rehab the girls stayed with there grandmother who was a witch herself. The girls always tried to play around with wands and immitate their grandmother in hopes of picking up the skill, but nothing happened.

Now at the age of 13 Marcail had tracked down her father and ran away from home, not that anyone cared really except her twin and her grandmother but they stopped fretting as they knew Marcail had a bright head on her shoulders. Marcail stayed with her father and he took her to England to buy a wand from the famous wand maker. Marcail got her wand and her father taught her a few charms and bought her a spell book. Marcail left him a note and secretly left late at night and boarded a plan and headed back to New York.

Marcail taught Whitney everything and soon Whitney went to visit her father. Marcail hadn't been expecting her mother to be out of rehab but she was and was feeling much better, she began teaching the girls everything they knew about magic in between their muggle school work. And by the age of 15 Marcail was ready to get out of the tiny apartment and go to a magic school.
Personality:
Marcail is a different girl to say the least. Marcail is very independent and highstrung, she is moody, at times demanding and stubborn. Marcail can be mean but she is not cruel or violent for the most part. Marcail has always been a fighter and always has to have the last words, but this 15 year old loves to have fun, smile and laugh. Not only that but Marcail is loyal and just and she speaks for herself and anyone in need. If you are hurt or have been wronged Marcail will stand up for you and if you are her friend she can be the sweetest person in the world.

Marcail still loves to have fun and when she wants to have fun she will. Marcail has always loved parties, she loves getting intro trouble and causing mischief as long as it's worth it in the long run. Marcail will do anything for a good friend and will always be there by some ones side if they need it. In a way Marcail has a split personality, on some days she would love to just sit down under the shade of a tree watching owl whizz by while she sketches and hums softly to herself, enjoying the company of just her thoughts. On other days Marcail will collect anyone she can find and run down to the beach with a stereo and crank up the music while she sets up fireworks with her wand.
Sample RP:
Marcail's eyes flickered open and she looked up at the gloomy white ceiling. She bit her lip and stretched her legs up in the air, swarmed in an ocean of silver velvet sheets she rolled out of bed and onto the ground with a groan. Marcail's face has a few speckles of the black carpet on it and she 15 year old grabbed onto the white dresser and pulled herself up. Marcail's fingers drummed on the edge of the bed and she yawned as she patted her hair down with one hand. Marcail gave a quick smile at her reflection in her mirror that was on the dresser and stood up. Marcail's red silk night shift has been a gift from her grandmother on her 15th birthday which had been a few days ago, it was very nice and a thoughtful gesture towards Marcail but she didn't particularly like how the sequins left red marks on her thighs. Marcail walked in slow steps around her bed, her hand carelessly sliding along the rusted white metal railing of the bed. It seemed aimless but after some thought Marcail decided on her first action.

Marcail wove past the piled up boxes of useless junk and school papers and into her tiny closet. As she yawned again she gave a tug on the white string and the dim light flickered on slowly. Marcail's hands began busying themselves through the racks of clothes hung up on white plastic hangers. A smile curled Marcail's thing red lips as she pulled down her favorite denim shorts that had become a trade mark of her ensembles. Marcail ran her hand through her hair once before she stepped out of the tiny space and walked in front of the dresser. She began pulling drawers out until she found the red tank top she was looking for. It was plain and simple but Marcail though the right color could do wonders for someone if it was the right color for them. Once Marcail was dressed she found a proper brush to substitute for her hands and she ran it through her hair a few times before she pulled the silky dirty blonde hair up into a smooth high ponytail.

Marcail ran down the stairs in a smooth pace, keeping her head held high as she skipped every other step, her pony tail bouncing and whisping across her back as she did so. Marcail was happy when the scent of batter curled under her nose as she entered the kitchen. Their apartment was tiny, although their was two floors so it was technically a loft. Either way, there was grandmother Rene Islington busy frying pancakes and Whiney sitting at the table with her legs lazily crossed as she flipped the pages of her gossip magazine. Marcail smiled, god she loved home. Often times when she was standing right where she was now she couldn't help but picture her mother Kennedi talking with Jake as grandma made breakfast, and Whitney would be more smiley and maybe there would be an extra child? A tiny baby sister perhaps? But no, Marcail liked this better. This was her life and the people she loved and had grown up with.

Must be Sournois

[emmblack14]

MODIFIED

First Name: Emmaline ‘Emm’
Last Name: Black
Age: 16
Appearance:



History: Emm was born into a high society British Pureblood family. Her mother, Evelyn and father, Thomas married at a young age during their schooling at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They had been in an arranged marriage between two very prestigious pureblood families that wanted to combine their families to make them even higher in society. Thomas Black worked in the Department of Mysteries but also as an undercover Death Eater.
Evelyn was the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement until she was killed by Voldemort himself and Amelia Bones took her place in the ministry. Evelyn was murdered because Thomas Black had defied one of the assignments given to him by the Dark Lord.
He took his newborn, Emmaline, and went into hiding in Paris, France. A year later, Voldemort fell as Harry Potter's name filled the newspapers. Thomas Black came out of hiding with his daughter Emmaline and she was raised in a large townhouse close by the Sacré-Coeur. At eleven, she was accepted into Beaubatons. Thomas Black began to make a living as his name was cleared from being a Death Eater. He came to work at the Ministry of Magic and was in the Department of Mysteries again.
In Emm's fourth year, at the rise of Voldemort, Thomas was hunted down and killed for not returning to the Dark Lord. Emmaline was brought by one of the Death Eaters to watch so everything would be made more torturing and painful. Surprisingly, they didn't kill Emm herself but was threatened to be watched carefully. Emm was sent to live with her parent's close friend, Narcissa Malfoy. Emmaline herself, felt a bit wary about living with her since her husband was a Death Eater. Emm still attended Beaubatons because she refused to attend Hogwarts. The Malfoy’s could afford it since they were one of the richest in London. Besides, Beaubatons fit her much better then Hogwarts. Emm came to be a close friend and almost sister to Draco Malfoy and they found that they could not be more alike. They stuck together during their summers together and every now and then had a ‘thing’ together. They would usually pair together and throw outlandish parties by secret when Narcissa and Lucius left the house. Emm came to be friends with all of Draco’s friends and all liked her besides Pansy Parkinson who had her claim on Draco.
In her fifth year, Emm and Draco were told they were to be married as soon as they graduated from their schools. Emm was devastated at first that she wouldn’t be able to make one of the most important decisions of her life herself but in time she realized Draco would most likely be the one she’d choose in the end anyway.

Personality: Emm is generally sly and cunning like her fiancé, Draco. She can get away with almost anything in such a proper manner that almost all adults look to her and see such a lady. Though that may appear to be so on the outside, on the inside she’s nothing like a lady. She likes to be independent and do things on her own. She loves to do things that don’t require depending on other people. An example is drawing, she’s loves to draw on her free time and be herself. Other times she just likes to let go and party. She doesn’t mind a hangover after a party as long as she had the time of her life. She likes to flirt and get together with other guys but nothing will last since she loves Draco. Any other man would make her miserable to be arranged to marry but he was so perfect she doesn’t mind.
Emm’s not shy in the least and will speak her mind if something isn’t quite how she likes it. She’s willing to negotiate and doesn’t just walk away when things don’t go the way she want it. She doesn’t show her feelings to anyone except for Draco since she’d not sure who she can trust. The effect of being an orphan really gets to her so she makes sure only Draco knows about it.
Emm loves fashion and being unique. She doesn’t like to dress in just Abercrombie and Hollister (I know that’s muggle stores but I’m using it as an example). She likes to dress in variety from Forever 21 to Hot Topic. Both are her favorite stores. Nothing makes her happier then making people laugh and being random. She has a lot of thoughts and doesn’t like to hold too many of them in except for the personal ones. Her fashion can sometimes show her mood. If she’s in a good mood she may wear a patterned sun dress with a cute belt and appropriate accessories but if she’s in a serious or sadder mood she may just pull on some jeans and a t-shirt with Converse. If she feels daring or bold she may dress in tight, bright hot pink skinny jeans with a studded belt and Vans plus a bold out standing t-shirt.
Even if Emm has a lot of thoughts and is feeling sad she won’t want to take it out on her friends or pull anyone else down with her. She may be quieter on those days and her friends will definitely notice the decrease of the level of noise but she’ll keep a smile on her face and try to keep the mood happy and light. One of the only ways people will know her true mood is by her music. She likes every variety and she’ll listen to the type she wants when it’s close to her mood. Example: Metal Rock when she’s angry. She’ll like to dance and sing along to the music and many agree she has an awesome singing voice that is so unlike anyone else’s, it makes her even more unique.

Sample RP: (flashback to beginning of fifth year) Emmaline Black stepped out of the ride that had brought her here to Beaubatons and paused to look around. Everything would be different. Everything would change. Emm couldn’t help but bring her hand to her mouth and chew on her pinky nail in nervousness. It was so unlike her to feel so vulnerable and bare. Fifth year was going to be different, she was sure, but she didn’t know how different. Would people treat her different after learning about her becoming an orphan? Would they embrace her and keep their beady, wondering eyes on her to make sure she wouldn’t have a breakdown? Or would they shun her and keep their eyes averted, trying not to stare as she walked by, having lost everything and having to move to a completely different country?
Emmaline took a deep breath and began to pull her trunk after her on the trolley up towards the school. Friends were hugging and chatting animatedly about their summers and about how much they missed each other. None seemed to notice Emm and she was relieved so far. Then, from her right, came a happy squeal. Emm stopped and turned her head to look at where the outburst had come from. Her best friend at Beaubatons stood with her parents, smiling. Brooklyn Freer waved Emm over and Emm began to change her direction. As she made her way over to Brooklyn she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness and jealousy as she spotted Mr. and Mrs. Freer standing with their arms around each other, smiling happily. Emmaline had felt this emotion before but never so strong. Before she’d only had to miss her mother but now she had no parents at all and everything seemed so wrong. The world kept spinning and existing without her and though she felt frozen in the moment her father fell, here she was plastering a fake smile on her face at the sight of her happy non-orphan friend, Brooklyn.
“Hey, Brooklyn,” Emmaline said politely, then nodded towards her parents, “Mrs. and Mr. Freer.”
“Hello, dear. I’m so sorry to hear of your loss,” Mrs. Freer said, enveloping her in a motherly hug. Emm hugged her back tightly. Nothing felt better then another mother’s embrace since she’d never experienced it herself. Brooklyn beamed at her friend and Emm knew she had something exciting to tell her because she looked liked she’s burst with excitement.
“Okay, you can leave now, Mom, Dad,” Brooklyn said in a rush to her parents and then took her trunk and Emmaline’s and began to head to the entrance of the school. Emm waved goodbye to the Freers and followed Brooklyn into the school. Emmaline caught a few stares from her fellow classmates but not many. She couldn’t quite detect what they were thinking from their expressions. But all looked away when they made eye contact.
The year would be long and hard but Emm knew that as long as she had Brooklyn and letters from Draco, she’d be able to pull through. Didn’t she always?

As the rules state you are not allowed to use the last name of a character, actor, or famous person period. Black is pretty common, so that one can slide, but not if you claim to be kin t the famous black family. You have to change your history, you are not allowed to have the last name Black and claim to be kin to them!

[whitney]

First Name: Whitney (middle name is Jade)
Last Name: Islington
Age: 15
Appearance:


History:
Whitney and her twin were a teen pregnancy, her mother Kennedi has been attending Hogwarts and met Jake who was 3 years older. So when the twins were born when Kennedi was 17, Jake was already 20. Whitney's aunt always tells her the story of how Jake was an abusive father and boyfriend. He dropped the two girls when he got angry at Kennedi and Marcail and Whitney both have scars now, Whitney's is on her shoulder. Jake was violent with Kennedi and eventuall left the school leaving the new mother helpless so she dropped out of school as well.

At the age of 11 Whitney with her mother and twin were living in New York under the roof of Kennedi's mother Rene. Kennedi struggled with her emotions and mental problems and was a distraught mess. When she went to rehab the girls stayed with there grandmother who was a witch herself. The girls always tried to play around with wands and immitate their grandmother in hopes of picking up the skill, but nothing happened.

Now at the age of 13 Whitney was alone at home when Marcail ran away, but somehow she knew where her twin was going and didn't worry at all. She kept to herself and worried about her own problems. Marcail had tracked down her father and ran away from home. Marcail stayed with her father and he took her to England to buy a wand from the famous wand maker. Marcail got her wand and her father taught her a few charms and bought her a spell book. Marcail left him a note and secretly left late at night and boarded a plan and headed back to New York. When Marcail got home she taught Whitney all she knew and although in Whitney's special snobbish way she pertended not to care boy did she ever, she secretly stole Marcail's wand at night and fiddled around with it. Magic greatly intrigued her.

Soon Whitney went to visit her father. Whitney hadn't been expecting her mother to be out of rehab but she was and was feeling much better, she began teaching the girls everything they knew about magic in between their muggle school work. And by the age of 15 Whitney was ready to get out of the tiny apartment and go to a magic school.

Personality:
It's known well and easy to tell that the Islington twins are evil. But there is a difference, one would think to put them both in Sournois however, Marcail likes to fool around and cause mischief and trouble for a laugh. Whitney is different, although she is cold and very solitary she loved the arts. Whitney fantasizes of drawing rather then walking around or sculpting and painting much more then herbology classes. Though out of all the classes Whitney loves Herbology the most because it is hands on and DADA because Whitney's one and only love other then art is magic. Sure Marcail excepted the fact she was a witch and went along with it but Whitney found it amazing, beautiful and perfect for her. So remember, although this girl is rather snobbish it is only because she wants to be alone with her water colors and pad of blank paper.

Sample RP:
Whitney sat on the edge of the table, her legs perfectly still as they hung over the edge. Whitney's eyes were entranced by her own sketch, the one sitting before her on her lap. Whitney bit her lip and tilted her head, trying to get a better look at the drawing. She didn't know how or why she had draw it. It just... came to her... like a special feeling. The figure of her mother holding hands with her father, and Whitney and Marcail laughing and smiling and hugging as if they actually got a long so perfectly. And a baby... in grandma Rene's arms. Whitney nodded she understood, it was her imagination and creative mind telling her what life would have been like other wise.

Suddenly some one practically yelled in her ear "Geez Whitney! Get off of the table I got to eat somehow." Whitney stood up instantly, she knew her own twin's voice far to well. Marcail bitterly folded her hands across her chest and sat down at the table. Whitney glared and heard Rene say from behind the counter stove "Sweetums, Whitney, why don't you go get dressed and go outside." Whitney looked down at herself, she was in her short pajama shorts and a flimsy tank top. Grandma always knew best even though Whitney really didn't mind going outside like this, no one would look at her except the neighbours. But that was the way Rene and Marcail were, always worrying about what other people thought about them.

Whitney had a cold statuesque look on her face as she stomped up the stairs with her head high. Whitney walked into her room and saw a giant pile of clothes in the middle of the room, she pulled everything single thing off until it looked like she room was made of clothes. But she had found it, her white summer dress She loved it, it always looked great against Whitney's tank skin and honey brown hair. She was so tan because of all the time she spent under the maple tree drawing and painting away. Whitney didn't like it though, she wished she was pale and fragile like Marcail, Whitney found paleness to be a thing of beauty. Oh well, all the more reason to hate Marcail.

Back to the maple tree, yes, that's where Whitney would be going now. The tall and structured tree was located on their wide front lawn 5 metres away from the stone wall that marked their property from their neighbours the Winzors. Whitney's all time favorite spot. The majestic tree had grown up with Whitney ever since the loft that Marcail, herself and Rene lived in started getting crowded Rene had invested in the cottage in the country that they were living in now. Who knew New York had a country side? Whitney was perplexed every time she thought of the tree and the life it saw... what did it think of them? Whitney was on her way now.

Whitney found herself trailing down the stairs and she walked outside bare foot to show her family even if she had changed on request there was no way in h*ll she was putting shoes on. Not when the grass was still sprinkled with dew drops that would slide through in between every toe, no way. Whitney didn't smile, she almost never did. Whitney's eyes were somewhat glowing though, that was the only way you could really read her emotion, by her body language. Whitney sat under the tree in the nice cool shade that was as refreshing as a glass of lemonade. Whitney started to feel hot though, the sun could just barely reach her feet with it's rays. She bit her lip, she didn't like that. Whitney wanted the essence of cold. Whitney quickly got up and sighed as she pressed her back against the tree trunk then grabbed the branch above her and hoisted herself up.

Whitney flickered a smile for a milla second as she leaned against the tree and stretched her legs out along the thick wide straight branch. The smile was soon gone though but as Whitney watched the bright blazing sun shining on the grass all around the tree it made her feel unique. She was the only thing untouched by the son, it made her feel very unique now. Which almost never happened. So now, Whitney was happy.

Must be Cossu

[whittney]

First Name:Whittney
Last Name: Brosnihan
Age: 15
Appearance:
Witney has crystal blue eyes and the blonde hair to match. She has a skinny body but curves to make her look not as skinny.
History: Growing up in the muggle part of london, whittney knew she was a witch by age nine when she couldn't find an explanation for her the weird things that happened with her uncontrollable magic. She bugged the truth out of her parents. They tried to keep her out of the magical world for fear of what happened when they went there, would happen to her. Finally learning the truth she pleaded with her parents, jennifer and shawn to move into the magical community after hearing the horrible and a few good stories of it. Her parents never caved unlike many things because they 'feared'what would happen when really their fear drove them out of there and never finished hogwarts and they didn't want whittney or morgan to finish when they couldn't. However, whittney never found out the truth but she had a hunch that they weren't telling her the full truth. They'd occasionally get the daily profit to see how things were even though they knew everything was fine, it was all jealousy. By eleven, the letter to hogwarts came for Whittney, however, based on the stories and not truth, she said she didn't want to go to such a 'low class, crumbling old school.' So they searched for 3 years for another nearby school with no luck. They family, even though they weren't all that rich, took whittney someplace every two years for her birthday on may 13th. Her fourteenth birthday was in paris and marsailles and that's how she learned of Beauxbatons.

She fell in love with the places as soon as she saw them. Being the selfish person she is, she wanted to see and do everything, buy everything and her parents allowed. Morgan wasn't as special, she got a few things but she was just a tag along and tried to persuade her parents to stay at her aunts house but they didn't allow it. Several times during the trip, she kept bringing up them moving here but her parents always changed the subject. On one of the last days they were at a salon on the edge of the muggle and magical worlds and she saw a magical newspaper. to the muggles it looked like the Equipe, L' and an article flashed Beauxbatons Academy of Magic wrapping up it's 9th term. She asked politely to borrow it finished the quick article and asked the lady at the desk for another copy of the Newspaper and showed it to her mom. 'Another reason to move' she claimed. The moving subject came up again and this time, they gave in. they called the landlady in europe and told her their move. Within a few weeks, instead of going to high school she went around buying supplies. Morgan decided to finish middle school first and then come possibly at the beginning of term 11.

Personality Since she was born, she got whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it, which was almost always 'Now.' If she didn't, she got crafty. She got more creative as the years passed especially when morgan was born and it was more about her but then the attention went back to Whittney when Morgan was old enough to take care of herself. She'd lie, decieve, get revenge even picket when all else failed but that was when she wasn't as smart. SHe'd lie more, throw tantrums, threaten to run away. She'd fight with her parents. She'd think of whatever it took and she did it.

When it came to friends, she'd be the popular one, or work to be at the top. She realized once she got to the top she had to work to stay there and naturally, she could do that. Once at teh top, she knew they'd be nice and keep her there if she was nice to them and she didn't have to try. If she couldn't make the top, she'd either a)stay and hold a small grudge but still be so nice to the popular one of the popular people or b)create a group of her own where she was the one on the top of pyramid.

Whittney is also creative not only in the bratty snob business but a dancer, cheerleader and artist and kind of a musician. She really loves scratchboards but also does colored pencils and oil pastels. She does ballet and modern ballet, thier her favorite, hip hop, forget it. One of her old friends Emily, was the best at it, in her head. Something you'd never expect from a girl like whittney is that she doesn't play a sissy instrument like the piccolo, but she plays tuba. When she was a cheerleader for middle school she was a flyer since she was the lightest one.

Sample RP:Flying at a top speed of a little over 110 mph, whittney flitted through the woods weaving between the trees and plants and slower fairies in the little area of the fairies, hidden from all other creatures and humans. She only took a break about a mile away from the edge of the secret fairy territory but it wasn't all that necessary. She took a quick breath and continued on.

Whittney was filled with anger. Anger because other fairies had been rude to her today calling her strange and "different" meaning because there were only 2 crossbred fairies. .5 petal, .5 a leaf or 2 types of leaves and so on. The only way she could release her anger was to scream at the world and in someone's face and flying as fast as possible. She had already screamed at a group of little fairies who was talking behind her back. SO her last option was to fly so fast she could be invisible to all creatures and fairies. So far, flying wasn't working much either. She pushed her speed but her powerful wings could not reach over 121 mph. She screamed in her high pitched voice where it shattered teh forest.

She dipped down as she was turning at the edge of the territory when she looked down and saw a little elf. Instead of turning she dipped lower and landed on a leaf next to the elf. She had no idea if the elf would have a good enough hearing to hear her high pitched voice. Whittney was even different because her voice was higher than the average pitch of a fairy her age. Her voice was even higher than a littlie. Only soem creatures could here fairies.

Must be Sournois

[alyssamel]

First Name:Arden
Last Name:Rosaceae
Age:17
Appearance:Arden has platinum blond hair that has great luster and,reaches her thighs.Arden has clear hazel golden/green eyes that make her look reminiscent of a cat and has a beauty mark over her left eyebrow.She is very slender and fit with a flat and sexy stomach. She is a golden tanned color with a above average bust size has a small waist and long and sexy legs. Arden mostly wears things to show off her body.Arden usually wears several different colors and different types of clothing. Sometimes she would wear miniskirts with blouses and vested sweaters mostly in an argyle pattern or cashmere sweaters with dress pants or tight knee length skirts. Other times she would wear t-shirts mostly with rock things on it guitar , old English righting,skeleton heads with snakes. and spandex tights or shorts poofy dresses with silk an lace and suspenders. When she wants to be formal which is mostly always for arden she would dress up in tight dresses or couture dresses with weird accessories some times peacock feathers coming from her hair or fresh snake skin as a veil. Arden likes burlesque clothing also like corsets, bustiers,tights, garter belts , lace stockings ,stilettos,pumps,wedges and different types of heels and boots.

Arden wears this kind of clothing because she found it particularly interesting. She picked the all up from the world and she likes them very much.

Sometimes Arden's hair is so long its hard to control so thats ones of the reasons she puts it in a bun and a tight one at that. cause if it were lose it would look like an umbrella growing out of her head.

History:Arden was born to a family of pureblood and extremely wealthy dark wizards and witches. Arden's family was all sorted into into rourie's some found it very weird that rourie's would want to be evil but it was quite normal to arden's family they hated muggles and muggle borns alike and wished they would be wiped from existence.

Arden grew up surrounded by her family's hatred of muggles and ,muggleborns and as the years went by grew to hate them too. She would never hang out with them or speak to them unless they were her servants in her mansion.Arden always got what she wanted and never let nothing come in the way of what she wanted especially money. Arden craved money and would always find a way to get it though it was either crying to her daddy or screaming so she could get her way. Yet Arden wouldn't do anything beneath her for money.

Arden comes from a long line of veelas. Her grandmothers her mother are veelas and so were her ancestors. They originated from belgium and would live in wooded areas or in the clouds. They were known for charming men with their songs or even their presense. They were very tempermental and that is why the part veela's in the rosaceae clan have bad temper when they were upset they would control storms. It wa ssaid that if you pluck a veela's hair she would die though that was only myth and it was only for full veela's luckily for arden she was only part veela.

Arden grew up learning everything from posture and etiquette from her mother and from her father she would learn every type of magic especially dark her father would see how adept she was in magi by giving her difficult tasks such as performing spells and hitting them in the middle of a target. Ardens mother put her in ballet and gymnastics at an early age and it greatly increased arden's flexibility,grace and the strength in her arms and legs. When arden became a little older she would start to incorporate her spells into her moves of flexibility and grace and found that technique to be very useful.

At eleven arden got accepted to beauxbatons she had a great time there she made great friends. There that is where arden became a little more creative with her spells making rings on light to perform her gymnastics on and other creative spells. Arden is now in her seventh year at beauxbatons and is now stronger and more well rounded than she was before.
Personality:Arden is a very Bubbly,flirty and energetic person. She is always smiling, showing off her white bright teeth she is always one to help her friends out and cheer them up. You will mostly always find arden buried in a book weather it thick or small though usually thick. She craves knowledge if she ever feels that she will need information on a certain thing she will read about it and even if she doesn't need to read about she will read about it for fun.Even though one might find arden to be sweet all the time she isn't. Arden does what ever it takes to get hat she want whether it be money or power though she doesn't really need the money. Arden hates muggleborns she thinks that the wizarding world would be better of without them and believes they should be wiped from existence.
Sample RP:Arden was reading a thick well bound book and was almost done. She finally finished the book and looked at a spell for the last time she then pointed at a glass of water and the water floated out of it floating gently to her she moved her hands over it and its liquid turned to a cold solid. " Yes i did i did it". Arden screamed enthusiastically. She then touched it with one finger and it melted and the water hit the floor. She dipped her toe into it and pulled it back quickly clutching her toe from the intense heat of the water.

She walked out of the room and tried to practice so more spells before her parents came home they had bought her this new book about advanced charms and she getting really good at the spells. Though she had to be her parents were very strict when it came for one of her daily trainings. She ran down the marble stairs of the castle and saw her little white ferret vanilla scampering on the floor.She lifted him up and carried him to to the living room with her. She placed him on the ouch and ran her hand across him slowly and thought of purple with stripes and as her hand moved farther across his long body his fur began to change int a purple color and and layed over the purple was black stripes as if he was a tiger.

Arden was pleased she took her hand and wiped it across her forehead and sighed. That was a close one if i didnt get that one down my parents would have been very mad she thought to herself. She then ran upstairs and got her things ready and while she was coming back down the stairs she heard the door close. Aden are you ready her father asked. " Yes ill be right down". Arden answered a sense of joy in her voice since she knew she had everything down. She finally came down and showed him the water spell and the color changing spell and her parents were very pleased. " That went better than i thought'. Arden whispered.

Must be Rouerie

[rowy]

First Name:Louvain (Middle Name:Cael)
Last Name:Tipton
Age:17
Appearance:

History:
Louvain has had an interesting past to say the least. Born into a fast moving famly Louvain`s life has never been relaxed and enjoyable. Louvain`s father was a constant working buisness man who neverr had time for his children, including Louvain and her two older brothers. Peter who is 18 and Taylor who is 19. Louvain`s mother was just as busy and although she never showed her love towards her kids, she truly felt for them and would have done anything. If only Louvain had known that before her fashion model mother died from anerexia while walking on the runway.

Louvain`s father was more devastated then anyone else. He practicaly locked himself in his study and never spoke a word to anyone. He eventaully began to ignore his work and the glamerous lifestyle that the Tipton family had lived was soon gone. Louvain and her brothers moved into a tiny apartment with her father. Soon after Louvain began to work at random stores trying to make any money she could. It didn`t work out as the girl had never been taught the true values of work. Louvain eventaully turned to a life of a crime, robbing stores and banks with fellow thugs praying she wouldn`t get caught, all the while thinking of her brothers and poor father.

Now Louvain has helped her father pay off some of his debts but she sees she no longer has a place in the Tipton residence and family. Louvain says good bye to her brothers and goes off to start her life, for real. Now with the money from her biggest hiest Louvain swears that she will no longer break the law or the rules and do everything honestly and earn what she earns. Louvain is praying with fingers crossed her application to Beauxbatons will be accepted.
Personality:
Louvain is extremely sensitive due to her situation. Louvain always tries to relate to other people and even when she can`t you can always count on her to help you.Louvain is also extremly generous and thoughtful. If she see`s a run out child on the street she`ll share her food and money with him, heck she would probably give it all to him. Louvain`s one fault is her spazzes. Not even a temper, but a spazz. But being the good hearted person she is who always means to do well and is working on improvement. Louvain is definitely not a sprots person, she`d rather go for a walk and enjoy the simple things in life then run around with a bouning ball or fly around on a broom.

Louvain is not to artsy, of course she would prefer painting over playing quidditch but she would much rather be in a quiet enviorment with a simple smile then painting. However, Louvain enjoys theatre very much and in the back of her mind she wishes and hopes that one day being an actress might be reality for her. Louvain is not the brightest bulb in the shack but she tries hard and refuses to be put under the catagory of some typical bimbo dumb brunette.

Sample RP:
One day Louvain went out for a walk. She loves to walk through the park and sit on the park bench and watch the world move around her. While Louvain was at the park she bumped into a girl. Louvain had seen this girl girl before but she couldn`t figure out where. Then the girl said `I`m Chynna. I went to your school.`. `I remeber you, Chynna Smith.` Louvain replied. The two girls just stood there studying each others faces. Then after,after what felt like forever, Chynna said `Do you want to sit down.`

They sat there talking and catching up. It seemed like a figmant of Louvain`s past that was the one talking to Chynna. It didn`t seem like Louvain that was sitting there twirling her and giggling. No, not at all. But the way Louvain felt could only be described in one way in her opinion. The book the outsiders,written about two groups that hated each other back in the sixties. The poor girls and boys who were under privallaged and lower class citezens were called greasers. The upper class who would run around and beat them up were called the socials.

That was exactly how Louvain felt. And even though she knew she should just come out and say to Chynna that Lovain was now mugging variety stores and ATM machines for a living she didn`t. Because Louvain was emberassed she wasn`t proud of being a greaser type like Dallas from the book who paraded around with wripped jean jackets and a cigarette in his mouth. No, she couldn`t do that.

Must be Rouerie

[edmund bennet]

First Name:

David

Last Name:

Turner

Age:

17

Appearance:

Clickeh

History:

Well, to start off…his history isn’t really that exciting. He was born under normal procedures at a muggle hospital to beaming parents, who would then raise him as well as they could. See, nothing out of the ordinary there. Having Muggle-born parents was a relative struggle when David was growing up, as he had all of these abilities that his parents just couldn’t explain or comprehend. He was able to make glass shatter when he was angry…that was one of the things his mother was most worried about. For days at a time, she’d lock herself away in her room, crying over how abnormal her son was, and also how she feared that someone would see him for what he really was. A freak. Being brought up fully aware of your mother’s view of you was especially difficult for David to live with, so when he was eleven, after watching a film called ‘Dead Poet’s Society’, he came to a critical view. He had to kill himself.

He planned and planned meticulously for weeks, hiding every single one of his notes under the bottom drawer of his desk. Until one day, a sudden unsuspecting knock on the door changed his life forever. He was a wizard. Could you imagine his mother’s reaction to that? Having a wizard in the family was not something she wanted to broadcast, his father…as always remained mute, not trusting himself around the emotionally fragile woman he called his wife. Professor McGonagall was the witches name. She was the one who had come to tell him and the family that he had a place at the prestigious school of Hogwarts. And alas…his mother, true to form, went into another fit of hysterics and made the family cross the channel and settle in a remote village south of Bordeaux, France. This move, in a way, broke the young boy’s heart. Ever since that day, when the bispeckled witch tapped upon his front door, he knew that his mother, and her belief’s would not stop him from becoming who he was born to be. A wizard.

The Professor called again, telling him of the many options facing him now that his mother refused to acknowledge his gift. He could go across the channel and become a student at Hogwarts, he could choose to live the life of a muggle (a non-magical person) or apply for Beauxbatons, the Wizarding academy of France. David immediately chose Beauxbatons, as there was still the option to stay in the same country as his parents and hopefully…later on...make his mother see that the life he had chosen for himself was one which she could be proud of.

Personality:

David has always been rather simple to understand. He never sought to complicate his already troubled life with that of advantageous friendship’s or unrequited love. So he always kept to himself, seeking all that he sought in the muggle books that were scattered around his house and the numerous libraries that he lived by. It was from these muggle books, that he taught himself how to read, write and speak French as well as many other languages. He also learnt the value of family…better late than never, as some say. So needless to say, without his books and the need for solid fact, he wouldn’t exist. He had always been one of those; ’If I can see it and touch it, then it’s real’ type of person but when it came to magic...his theories about the supernatural and beyond seemed to cease to exist.

Now imagine that; Living the first eleven years of your life believing in pure unadulterated fact, and then only have a few minutes swipe away all that you’ve ever believed in…well, it would have brought most to their knee’s. but not David. Instead, he rose to the challenge. He bought all of the acquired books and continued onto study them rapidly until he knew mostly everything he ever truly wished to know about magic. But aside from his eagerness to learn everything there ever was to know about magic, he truly has a sensitive, soft side that he doesn’t let most people see, as he tends to hide behind his books.

You’d be startled to know, that once he gets into an argument of any sort, he’d fight to the very end to prove that his point was correct. This temper, was a family trait, or so he was told from what minimal things his father ever did say to him, but, thankfully, it would take him a great deal of aggravation to burst into a blinding rage. And that just simply wasn’t done. As, he’d always have the power to undermine any type of person with one single comment, be it sarcastic or not. You may not expect this either…but David is slightly vain when it comes to his hair. Yes, alright. He’s vain, get over it. He may be one of the brightest people ever…but by damn, if you don’t have good hair...you’re not going to get very far! He takes pride in his gelled to perfection, mop of raven black hair which falls wispily to the bottom of his pale neck.

Sample RP:

Now wasn’t this just great? There he was, seated in between perhaps two of the most infuriatingly obnoxious girl in the history of the magical World, no book in sight, and no sign of anything which could prove as a mean to distract him from their painfully obvious giggles. Maybe if he wished incredibly hard, he’d able to make glass shatter like he did when he was younger…but then again, that might set them to clinging to his arms. Merlin, there was no way out of this unless he thought of something truly ingenious. He sighed loudly before he rose from his seat and slowly walked away, hoping that his simple plan would succeed…and by god it did. As soon as he reached the Library doors, he practically legged it back to his Common Room, thanking any superior forces up there for saving him from the over perfumed ‘delights’ lounging on the hard wooden chairs that the Academy’s Library offered.

Then, as soon as he stepped back into his Common Room...his mouth fell open, much to his general dismay. There they were…the two girls he had left in the Library…sitting in front of him, filing their nails in an almost bored fashion. Now this couldn’t be happening. It just wasn’t plausible. Aside from the Polyjuice Potion, there was no other way in which they could duplicate themselves. The raven haired boy quickly ruled out the complex potion, as first of all he didn’t deem them qualified enough when it came to potions, to actually brew it, and also, they hadn’t even learn about it in class as of yet.

So, with another bold sigh, he stepped out of his Common Room and walked slowly down to the Great Hall, wondering if he was that hungry after all. Maybe just an apple could suffice? After all, as his Grandmother used to say ‘ An apple a day, keeps the doctor away’. He mused silently if it would keep a Mediwitch at bay as well…but he honestly didn’t think too highly o testing that theory.

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Must be Cossu

[sectimsempra]

First Name: Rose
Last Name: Cormier
Age: 17
Appearance: Rose Cormier

History: Rose was born in Scotland. When she was two her mother died during childbirth. Rose started attending Hogwarts for the first three years. Then she went to America and attended the American school for a year. Than her father went to India and she attended that one for two years before finally coming to France. Since she has moved so many times she has learned not to get to attached to people.

Personality: She is not perfect by any means. She is hotheaded, has a very short fuse, and tends to look down her nose at people who are not purebloods. She likes chocolate and hates coconuts. Oddly enough, she enjoys watching muggle tv, movies, and hanging out with muggles on Harry Potter sites just so she can annoy them. Rose has the arrogance that is typical for purebloods. She also has this thing for large bodies of water. Don't ask me why. She just does.

Sample Rp: Rose walked down the corridor silently but stealthily. She was good at that sort of thing. She liked to think she was practicing for a life of being a death eater. She paused when she thought she had heard a sound. It sounded suspiciously like crying. Crying was such a mugglish thing in her opinion. Whenever someone got her to the point of crying, she usually hexed them into an oblivion. She silently rounded the corner and came upon what looked to her like a 1st year crying. Fixing on a sneer on to her face, she stepped out into the light.

"Oh little girl, why are you crying?"she cooed in a sickingly sweet voice. She made dead sure that she sounded like she was one of those arrogant people who looked down their noses at ordinary people like the child.

"I'm lost," the girl whimpered looking extremely pale.

Perhaps she thinks I shall blast her to smitherenies just for daring to talk to me. Rose thought staring at the girl Maybe I will. she thought evilly. She stared the frightened little girl down before deciding the girl wouldn't be worth the time or effort it would take to hex her. Without a word Rose slipped back into the shadows and continued moving stealthily along

I won't even look at an application unless the display name matches the name in the application.

OK display name matches application. Sorry about that...

Your history section needs to be elaborated a bit and you need to add a bit more to your personality as well.

[crimson]

First Name: Zachery "Crimson"

Last Name: Green

Age: 17

Appearance: My icon

History: Zachery was born on October 31 to a Sir Luther and Lady Lucy.[this is back in the 1800s] Growing up was much more different in his time than it would have been to the one he lives in now. When Zachery was younger he had light blond hair and the tan skin, unlike now. But like most little boys, he wanted to become a knight and work under the king of France. But his dreams would soon be coming to a stop when he turned seventeen.

His family were out visiting some other family members when they set Zachery out to go fetch some more brandy and rum. As he was out walking, the boy was a attacked by a vampire and he was turned. At first he didn't know who to hide it or anything until a girl named Margret told him that it wasn't safe to be around humans and he must run. This was a hard time for him. The boy had to decied between keeping his family safe or going for his dream. Zach went with keeping his family safe.

He ran from town to town changing his name, finally now that he is in school he went back to his old name but is going by his middle name Crimson.

Personality: Surprisingly unlike his family Zachery is really down to earth. He does love the partys that pop up sometimes but he really likes the peice, what can you say he got it from his grandma. When he gets really bored he tends to just write music or draw stupid meaningless pictures in his history notbook. At the top of his family in smarts, yes looks are desiving, he does have the heart to help some younger kids out with their homework unless its family than he just ignores them.

When the guy is in love he can be the biggest sweet heart a girl could know. He will give the girl some flowers without it beging some holiday or her birthday. Zachery tends to pamper the girl as well with not just gifts but with csweet commets and nicknames like beautiful. So far the guy seems like no flaws but he does, he has a little twitch in his eye when he gets nervious or ansty. Also he has an issue with saying the lettle r, he wass dropped on his head as a baby..

Music. Playing the guitar is his life. He first learned when he was five and kept with it all these years. He doesn't like to be stuck in one kind of music so he tends to like almost every single type but bluegrass. Zachery will scream bloody murder if he gets locked in a closet since he hates, no loathes closed in spaces. They just make him go crazy. But all together Zachery is a guy that doesn't seem like he is on the outside but is a great guy as long as your not on his bad side.


Sample RP:
Alex grabbed the soft gray round pebble and tossed it into the water. He watched as it skipped across the water a couple times before sinking to the bottom slowly. The water was calming to him, it was the only thing to calm him since he was little.

He leaned back on his hands and looked up at the sky. He didn't care that he was late for his charms class, he was going to change tonight and wanted to relax for as long as he can.

He hated, no loathed when he had to change into the monster his parents called him, a werewolf. The only plus to it was that he gets to miss his last class, or so he thinks and know one else does. He grabbed his camera and took a picture of the lake and the beautiful surroundings. The other thing that was calming to him was his camera, just the click of a button and he had a work of art.

Alex looked up to see the sky getting a bit darker. He sighed loudly has he had to change soon. He got up and headed for an abanonded barn to stay in for the night till this whole mess was over. He really did hate when this sort of thing had to happen, he wished his uncle never bit him when he was four either. But he guessed that for some reason God wanted him to be like he is today

You're using the name Alex in your application, but you have your name has Frankie "Crimson"? Also you need to elaborate a but on your history section.

You should always spellcheck and check things yourself. There's a lot of mistakes in this application.

Must be Cossu

[secretkeeper]

no break for the new girl eh? This is like filling out paperwork!

First Name: Strella (Nickname: Stella)
Last Name: Kazumi
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Strella is pretty much clueless about her history. She was always told by her grandmother that her past was unimportant and that what mattered was the future. Strella always had a strive to learn about her family. She hopes to learn about her family is at Beauxbatons where her grandmother said her mother was taught. Her only clue to her past is the silver star pendant hanging around some sort of blue metal chain that she has worn since birth. She always knew she was a witch and she always swore she would be a witch.

Personality: Strella is shy when you first meet her but after she gets to know you, you see the true hyperness. She is usually sweet and is always kind when possible. The really bad thing is when you get her angry... well, you might find yourself on the floor the next morning wondering if Strella ever took boxing lessons. Another thing about Strella is when she is sad or deeply depressed it is way too easy to cheer her up. She was always the adventerous sort. You never have a dull moment with her. Most people would say that is a good thing. She does too. She is a loyal and good friend and wouldn't spill a secret even if you tortured her. She is good with a wand so all evil doers... BEWARE!

Sample RP: (This is the part I am good at, practise at numerous Harry Potter and other RP sites) *at lake, I know there is probably no lake at the site but this is just a sample and I couldn't think of anywhere else so... yea!*

Strella walked near the waters edge and fingered the star around her neck. She stopped abruptly and looked out at the lake. "Mom..." she whispered. She sat down and dumped her feet into the water. She let go of the small pendant and took out her wand. "Lumos." she muttered and waved it over the water. The light made the lake sparkle. She pocketed her wand and sighed. Here she was at Beauxbatons where she thought she would find herself and her past and all she found were exams, homework, and a headache the size of your house from looking at beauzbatons school awards books and not finding her parents names at all.
She grabbed a pebble and flung it into the water. "UUUUUH! This is so frustrating!" she cried. A few birds from a earby tree flew off at the sound of her voice. She looked up quietly. She took her feet out of the water and put her shoes back on. Standing she muttered, "Dad." She turned toward the school. "Parents what exactly are they?" she said loudly to nothing in particular. In her head, she answered herself. 'Someone who loves you and takes care of you.' Strella sighed. "Guess, I'll never know what that stuff is either." She said getting a little depressed. She headed back to the school to cheer up.

We have a lake. Always spellcheck!

Must be Roeurie