Sorting (Term Nine)

[aurelia]

First Name: Aurelia
Last Name: Argent
Age: fifteen

Appearance
Aurelia resembles her sister Aife greatly, the both being of similar height and bone structure, though her skin is much lighter. The one thing that makes her stand out from her family is her blonde hair. The whole of her living relatives have red or brunette hair, while Aurelia's is blonde. She also carries her father's jaw and her mother's cheekbones, but has her grandmother's excessively long, tapered hands, too.

History
Aurelia grew up in Lyon, France as the middle child of three sisters. She was reared by her mother until she was fourteen, when she went to replace Aife as their grandmother's pupil. Her father was an unspeakable, and passed away when Aurelia was very young. Her mother tried to teach her sewing, cleaning, and numerous other magic-free household chores and, while Aurelia had a certain knack for the pastimes, she loathed learning them. At the age of fifteen, Aurelia received her letter from Beauxbatons, and upon her grandmother's approval, was sent off to school.

Personality
Aurelia is very unlike her elder sister in many ways. She is outgoing, and rather sure of herself. Pampered since she was young, she isn't used to doing much of anything for herself, and she relies greatly on those around her. She is smart, and well educated, but tends to use her brains only when she needs to. Her intellect often surprises those who know her, because of its rare use. She is very flirty, and enjoys ogling at boys and commenting on their particular features. Aurelia is witty and charming, and also mischievous. As a very outspoken, she gives little thought to her words. Easily annoyed, she snaps at others without thought to how it might affect them, and rarely bothers to notice when she has hurt someone's feelings. She can dish it out, but she can take it too, and sees revenge as an adequate form of punishment for those who go against her.

RP Sample

Gigantic, gnarled trees whizzed by as the massive white horses raced for to be at the school before rain fell. Aurelia peeped out the canopied window by her side, watching the scenery pass in a blur. It hadn't been long, but her bum was starting to hurt, and she pouted as she waited for the large white carriage to bring Beauxbatons, her residence for the next seven years, and home to her sister, Aife, into view. She sighed as she watched the view, an opened book lay forgotten in her hands. She was never the bookish one.

The trees beyond the window began to thin, their crazed trunks straightening, and sprouting leafy branches. Aurelia sat up in her seat- either they were approaching a town, or finally, were close to the school. Her stomach churned with excitement as she saw the trees give way to the thick green grasses of a field. She could see the blackened clouds drifting above the stormy sea of green, the colour whizzing by in a flattened blur as the horses sped on.

A few twists and turns along the bumpy road, and Aurelia could see a massive castle shifting into view. The ancient stone was dark and grey in the hued light, and Aurelia squinted her eyes to see. "This must be it..." she muttered aloud. Her hands shuffled to load their book into her duffle, and she straightened her skirt as the castle loomed closer. Rain began to pelt lightly on the carriage top, and she pulled on a hooded cloak for protection. The carriage halted suddenly, and Aurelia was almost shocked that they'd finally arrived.

"Come on, miss" Aurelia looked through the window, her brows furrowed. The funny little voice seemed to come from thin air, till the door opened and she looked down. A particularly tiny house elf stood beside the carriage, waiting for the door to open. He had his long, slender hands on his hips, foot tapping, and was looking up at Aurelia with an air of expectancy. "Oh, sorry..." Aurelia mumbled as she realized the elf was probably waiting for her to descend from the carriage. She stepped down, clutching her cloak around her neck, and stood to the side. The elf was busy waving his hands, beckoning her trunks to follow him, and he turned and started up the stairs. "Are you coming, missy?" he asked her, his wide eyes framed by high-arched, hairless brows.

Aurelia nodded, and lifted her robe higher so as not to trip as she ascended the stairs. The gigantic oak doors loomed high above her, and her jaw dropped as she passed into a magnificent foyer. She stood still, her wide eyes taking in every bit of gilded decoration. "Tsk, tsk" The sound made Aurelia start, and she looked at the elf who was gesturing for her to follow. "Dinner starts in one hour, so we'd best be gettin' you settled in before then, shouldn't we?" he asked her as he lead her things up the grand stairway.

"Erm... yes?" she answered, her jaw slack in awe of the place. She wondered, if this was what the school looked like- what would her room look like? There wasn't long to wait, apparently, because soon the pair were stepping through an entrance, and were making their way under vaulted ceilings. The stairs they took led them to door-lined halls, and Aurelia's heart beat quickly as she waited for them to come to her room. "Here it be, miss!" the elf exclaimed, and he opened the door into a well sized room, occupied by four beds. One sat empty, with naught but a blanket stretched across it's expanse. "It looks like everyone is out and about", the elf mused, and he turned to look at Aurelia. "Remember, dinner is at six- just follow everyone to the dining hall!" And with that, he disappeared with a poof, leaving Aurelia to settle into her room, and digest the feeling that she was finally, after so long, at Beauxbatons.

Must be Sournois

[aedan]

First Name: Aedan

Last Name: Kristou

Age: 16

Appearance:

Aedan has long very dark brown hair that reaches past his chin and sharp facial features that is eye catching. His eyes are black, actually black. The color of coal and they bear the intensity that makes it seems as if he is able to look straight through you.

History: Aedan grew up in a normal muggle home despite his not so normal bloodline. His real parents are unknown to him since he was adopted at a very young age. His adoptive parents, Bridgette and Aidan, are Greek muggles who moved to France as soon as they were married. They were very wealthy and since Bridgette was unable to have children of her own they decided to adopt.

Aedan was spoiled with all the toys and anything that he might want but his parents, being scholars, were also very stern about education. He grew up with a very normal life, attended private schools and was very sheltered. His actual bloodline of magic was unknown to him since he’s parents believed in nothing of the sort. Strange things happened around him whenever he would get angry or too excited but they never paid attention to place it as something supernatural.

It wasn’t until he was thirteen that Aedan actually noticed his powers. He was usually the victim of bullying because of his eyes and one day the harsh words of his classmates got to him. While standing in front of his mirror and wishing that his black as night eyes were a lighter color they suddenly changed. From black as coal to a light green. His reaction instead of being panic was awe as he stared at the change and pictured them black again.

Aedan of course told his parents about it as soon as they were home and even demonstrated it for them. They were shocked but it didn’t matter because he was their son and they loved him no matter what. Months passed and Aedan practiced until he started to change other things about himself, all he had to do was picture it clearly in his mind and it would happen. On one of the many nights he was alone Aedan wondered just how far his ability could go and pictured the family’s cat in his mind. Minutes later his environment had changed and he had paws instead of feet and hands along with a tiny furry black and white body. That was how he learned he could change into anything, well so far alive thing, that he wanted. He kept it a secret, of course, from anyone but his parents.

On his sixteenth birthday Aedan received a letter from Beauxbatons and he couldn’t be happier. He always wondered if the ability to shapeshift was from his parents and now he was eager to hear that there was a school full of people that did magic. His parents, though hesitant, decided it was best to let him go and have a chance to meet his own kind less he resented them for missing the opportunity.

Personality:
Aedan grew up being very sheltered which has caused him to be very shy and not very sociable. It’s actually very rare for him to hold an actual conversation with strangers since he would be very insecure. He has grown up somewhat spoiled, being the only child, and though his attitude isn’t at all rotten, he is very used to getting what he wants. He’s very kind once you can get past the stuttering mess of nervousness and very caring. He does have the ability to change moods rather quickly but it is very rare that he would be the one to pick a fight or hurt someone. He prefers to remain solitary since he’s much to shy to speak up and make friends but once he has them there is nothing he wouldn’t do. It’s part of his flaw of wanting to fit in since he was often the victim of bullying as a kid.

Sample RP:

Aedan looks at the person staring back at him in awe as he couldn’t believe his eyes. His grip on the sink got tighter as he leaned forward to better examine the face in the mirror. “You’re going to be late for school” He could hear his mom shouting from the bottom of the stairwell but he was too preoccupied to care or respond. This was something out of a scifi book. He managed to change his appearance completely into someone else and though he had the faint idea that he was capable of it this continued to seem so surreal. Aedan reached forward to touch his face almost trance like, it was to make sure he wasn’t dreaming mostly.

This was the last thing he expected to happen to him. No one else had this ability, he was gifted. Him? Who was made fun of constantly because his parents didn’t want him was actually gifted. Quickly his thoughts turned to his parents, were they able to do this too? Or was he given away because of this gift? Strangely enough the thoughts didn’t sadden him as they usually would have as he was in too much awe to care about anything else. This was the greatest thing that could’ve happened to him, life had suddenly become so much more interesting for the quiet boy.

Must be Cossu

[ghosteh]

First Name: Scott
Last Name: Fullerton
Age: 17
Appearance:
Scott Fullerton? Tall, dark, and handsome doesn't even cover it.

Though he is shy enough to deny it, Scott is a pretty good looking guy. Baby faced with a smile that can more or less squeeze your insides into a small ball then painfully wring them back out. When he grins a set of pearly whites, meant for a toothpaste ad appear, thanks to two painful teen years with braces. Scott is an overall bubbly guy, who will never let on what actually goes on in his mind. He knows how to fake for others. Often you can tell when a person is upset based on their eyes, because their smile doesn't reach up to them. This saying doesn't apply the slightest to Chase. His two bright blue optics can display any emoticon to the most extreme. They really do sparkle when he is happy, excited, in his norm. They never did lose that childish joy that so many people can't find again after a certain age. But being as over emotional as he is, his eyes tend to brim up with tears just as quick, and they have the uncanny ability to lock into yours. He makes it hard to look away, even if you want to.

Scott's appearance can often be compared to that of a child's, he appears innocent. Which in turn, is pretty true. He has a boyish face, not full of baby fat, but some sort of calming childishness. His face is relatively angular, coming down to a rounded chin. He has two small dimples that appear when the young man smile, and a nose that scrunches up at the slightest smell. Mr. Waters likes to hide behind his mess of brown hair. If you do come across him on one of the days when he isn't trying to be cheery, you'll find him covering as much of his face as possible with it. His hair comes sweeping down over his forehead and grazes his eyebrow while it reaches just the nip of his neck, curling at the ends.
History:
Scott was born in the wizarding world, in France, with his parents being pure-bloods and all. His mother was French while his father was British. Scott was their first and last child. they took very good care of him and made sure that he learned good values. They made sure that he grew up to be a normal wizard kid, and he did.

Flying was something he got used to. His father used to be a seeker back in Hogwarts, where he used to study, while Scott's mother was a chaser in Beauxbatons. The two taught their child how to play quidditch until it was time for enrollment. Instead of going to Hogwarts like most of the children in his neighbourhood, he went to Beauxbaton, all the way in France. The couple decided that it was time to move and they moved to France.

They enrolled Scott into the school and he has been studying there ever since. He actually likes it there. It's already become his second home.


Personality:
Scott is a really sweet guy. Whether you know him well or not. Not much people know him have the chance to get to know him well. He doesn't let people get to know him. Based on personal experience, he prefers to be all secretive. He only opens up to long-period friends. Even if you are someone he really likes, there is no way you're going to find out about him and his secrets. His secrets are worth gold to him. If someone spreads them, he might as well die. Scott can turn into a real jerk if you get on his bad side. Confidence is something he doesn't really have. He has it only when he makes an achievement.

This boy doesn't have much luck, he wishes on 11:11 he finds four-leaf clovers, but nothing seems to work for him. He's not the most unlucky person in the world, but he could use some more. In addition to being unlucky, he's quite the clumsy boy, allows tripping over his own feet, curbs, and changes in levitation on the ground. Oh, one thing that seems to happen to him a lot is falling over the escalator when you've reached the top or bottom, it always seems to get him, usually scaring him to death. Most of the time, Mark is one of those cool, calm & collective type of person. Sometimes when people are like this, they are considered boring, but Scott is far from that. Even if he's down to earth and isn't always acting like he's on speed, occasionally he gets really hyper, but he's always fun to be with. He's that type of guy that likes to lay down on his bed or something comfy and listen to music with his friends, or himself. That's not all he does of course, but you can catch him like this fairly often.

Scott keeps himself very disciplined, even if he is screwed up. Behind the mess of a room, the un-organized backpack, and the slightly disheveled appearance, Scott makes sure to keep some sort of organization to everything. All sorts of things about discipline were drilled into his head as a child by his father and the environment in which he grew up. Be organized. Be on time. Treat others how you’d wish to be treated. All the basics. He wore his suit and tie perfectly groomed to church every Sunday, he did everything according to schedule. Essentially, Scott was groomed to be the perfect adult. But, as soon as he got out of the house, he forgot it all and marched to the beat of his own drum. Of course, with all that still bred into him, Scott does have some sort of a method to the madness of his life. Even if its one only he can understand.

Scott isn't one to turn his back on his friends. If he has a friend that is having problems with someone talking crap about them, or threatening to hit them, or whatever, Scott will be the first person to stand up and either right that person, or reach over and smack them in the face. He would do anything up to taking a bullet for his friend. He applies this same loyalty to his work. Once he applies his mind to something, Scott refuses to give it up until he finishes or exceeds it.
Sample RP:
It was a breathtaking view, outlooking the infamous small run down town of Westchester. But if you're on top of that miraculously tall building, overlooking the rural parts and farmland of the tiny city, you can see overflowing amounts of excessive green lucious grass, and flowers of multiple different colors, the colors of the rainbow. There were not a lot of houses in these parts of town, but the few compact farm houses that lay at the tops of the lovely hills, it gave the city a down-to-earth kind of personality. Cows, horses, pigs, sheep, and chickens moved around under my feet that were dangling off the metal bordered roof. You could say the animals loved me, it was like i had some bond with them and that i could read their tiny brains, communicating with them. You could call it a gift, but you could also call them hungry, as they were now. I could tell.

While climbing down the ladder that lay at the left side of me, i slowly and carefully moved my way down from my little house's rooftop. It was basically my place to get away, my place where i could just sit and think things through in the time's being. After jumping down from the last rickety step, i put the tall ladder away, so that nobody could intrude into my private place. I had a whole stash of my personal things up there, like my diary, and writing utensils. Since it was summer again, and the rainy season was hesitating to approach, i was able to steer clear of placing thing in my room, and rather on my rooftop, where nobody would bother too look with their lazy asses sitting and watching football all day. Though we lived in the counrty parts of town, nothing stopped my uncles and aunt and my mom and dad and grandparents to stay at home all day, not a single active bone in their bodies. But me, on the other hand, i was different.

I lived for the thrill of living, breathed just because i wanted to know why i breathed, and did the craziest things, just to see what would happen. You could say i was a daredevil, but that'd be stretching the truth just a bit. Just a tiny bit. I was a daredevil, about 95% of me wanted to do new things 24/7, but i have my limits. I'm scared of two things. One; getting rejected, and two; tornadoes. Tornadoes often thrashed through these parts of town, and i often barely make it to my underground shelter in time, before the deathtrap sucks me right up. I have lost two brothers in those nasty monsters. Sucked both of them right up, and they were only at a mere age of four. I mourned for hours, days, weeks, months, years, until i finally realized, it's time to live, and that's what i do now. I picked up on writing after i felt i had to express my feelings in the simplest way, which was not confronting my parents, for they could care less. So i took up in journal writing. And I love it.

Difficult....but it must be Rouerie

[lizz]

First Name: macie
Last Name: ryan
Age: 15
Appearance:
History:

macie noelle ryan was born on the sixteenth of april to sierra and marshall ryan, an american couple who moves to france before macie was born. her mother was a successful business woman and her father was an amercian auror who was forced to move to france. when sierra announced she was pregnant the couple was more than excited. macie noelle was their first chld and they couldn't have been more excited. macie was a goo baby, normally at least. she could cry and cry but there were also days she was just relaxed and well behaved.

as macie grew up her mother and father spoiled her rotten. she wasn't s complete spoiled brat but as she grew it became apparent that she was overly spoiled, not something that her parents thought was a good trait to have. so they stopped giving her whatever she asked for but her parents still did give her things. macie soon learned that life wasn't always take and get, you had to work for somethings.

when macie was 11 she got her beauxbatons letter. she was more than excited. she loved her parents and all but she was just happy to be away. life was good for her. as she grew up she grew into a very beautiful girl, and she used it to her advantage. she was never a slxt per se but she did grow to be slightly like a b*tch. it wasn't on purpose but it did happen. maybe someone could change that?
Personality:

macie has a very general and direct personality. What this means is is that it never changes. She is and always be this way till the end of time. Whether or not this is a good thing is not for her to decided but she does like her personality and doesn't want it to change. She has many endearing qualities but also many degrading ones as well. For one thing she is smart, funny, talented, and caring towards the environment. But she is funny and smart in all the wrong ways. Her humor is more of a dry sarcastic wit then funny humor. She maybe intelligent but she sometimes uses it the wrong ways.

macie is very smart yet very devious as well. She is conniving and she knows it. She pretends to be a little sweetheart when in reality she isn't. She does things that most people would never dream of doing. She doesn't exactly have the guilty look so most people never suspect her. She is a prankster, or at least she thinks she is. She plays jokes on people but most of the time it's on her younger sister, Catarina.

macie is family girl. She loves her family to death and there's nothing that'll ever change that. Her father is a very rich man and that is something that she uses to her advantage, well not often but she does. Her mother is someone she's very close to and she trusts her with everything. Her younger sister Catarina is her favorite person in the whole entire family and she loves her to death. She is always the butt of her scarce pranks but she's always only joking. She trusts her with absolutely everything and there's nothing that she'll ever keep from her. Now her family pets are important as well. They don't have one family pet per se but they do share their pets frequently, well except Princess Hattie, macie doesn't share princess hattie. Princess Hattie is her 6 month old Pomeranian puppy that she treat like her baby.

macie is one environmental friendly girl. She doesn't use anything that's harmful to the environment or buy anything that uses animal furs either. She reads all about everything that has to so with the environment and is one of the most dedicated people to this.

Now despite being as environmentally friendly as she is she is one o the girliest girls you will ever meet. This means shopping, talking, gossip, spa trips, and all that jazz. The only thing she doesn't do is paint her nails, that's a greenhouse gas. She loves to shop, especially in muggle malls, they're her favorite place to shop. She is a a great person to go to for fashion advice and anything that involves shopping.

macie is very random, craziness is one of her trademarks. She will be talking about clouds one minute and ketchup the next. She makes a big deal out of that as well as everything else. That's another thing about her, she tends to be a drama queen sometimes. She will make a scene out of everything and she knows it.

macie is one to pout and whine a lot. She doesn't even realize it half of the time but she does and it's not her greatest quality. When people get annoying or start annoying her then she whines about it and people end up annoyed at HER She isn't an annoying girl per se but she does have her moments, who doesn't.

macie is a girl you don't want hyped up in sugar. She gets hyper easily and it's not the prettiest sight. She makes a lot of noise and is very bouncy. Sugar is not something she can hold well but Alcohol is. She isn't an alcoholic per se but boy can she drink. She is a big fruit mixed drink kind of girl but she isn't always drinking. Muggle drinks are a reoccurring favorite of hers as well.

Muggles are macie's obsession. She loves muggle everything and it's a passion of hers. She has a whole bunch of muggle things at her house, although she doesn't know how to use them. She usually goes to someone who knows how to to teach her. She is easily confused by muggle objects and that's something she needs to work on in the future.

macie isn't the most mature person you will ever meet but is pretty mature compared to some people in the world. On holidays, especially Christmas, you'll find her in pigtails blue pajamas bunny slippers and a teddy bear in her arms. Christmas is her favorite holiday because she gets presents and who doesn't like presents?

macie isn't a relationship girl. She isn't one for serious relationships or relationships at all. She is a beautiful girl and she doesn't even know it. She makes not much of a big deal about her looks but her beauty is noticeable anyways. She isn't a flirt and she hates flirting, probably always will. It's not something she does and it doesn't work for her. Things like that have never floated her boat and she hates boys who do so.

Overall macie is a very likable person with your average flaws. Flaws or no flaws macie likes herself and there's nothing that will change that. With family and friends she is one mighty great girl and macie will probably always be that way. She is pretty friendly and isn't one to deny anyone a conversation so feel free to talk to her anytime!

Sample RP:
Ashleigh was about to chuck something at someone. Why all of this pent up frustration she did not know. She felt all angst and she wanted to throw someone in the lake. She didn't know why but there was something about this particular day that just annoyed the hell out of her. She sighed and stood from her spot on the couch. The Ravenclaw common room was getting old and it was getting old fast. She walked up the stairs to the girls dorm and let out a bated breath. She was sure to get remarks from the girls in her dorm but she really didn't care any more. She put her cloak on her bed and she walked to her wardrobe. She looked for something to wear and found something she hadn't worn in years. I was her denim sundress. She bought it in Australia on vacation one year but she hadn't worn it since then. She smiled as she changed into it. She slipped on a pair of black flats and put a black headband in her hair before leaving the room with a slight bounce in her step.

She reached the doors of the school quickly and she pulled them open. She shut her eyes as the breeze hit her face when the door opened. She opened her eyes slowly and she noticed that she picked a great day to come outside. The sun was setting and there was still light out there. She smiled and continued her walk down the path. She breathed in the familiar scent of the Hogwarts grounds and was instantly happy she came out when she did. She walked down further and spotted the Lake up ahead. She smiled once more and turned her path towards the lake.

When she reached the lake she sat down Indian style and stared out at the lake. It was her favorite place in the school and Ashleigh spent most of her time there. She saw a tentacle of the giant squid float up above the water line and she laughed. She had often wondered about the giant squid. What was his, or her even, story? How did it end up at Hogwarts in the first place? She knew she could probably read up on it but she didn't run to the library for everything, contrary to popular belief. Ashleigh may be intelligent but she was no Hermione Granger-Weasley. She did no where as well as she did in school. She sighed again and rested her hand on her knee and her head in her hands.

As she stared out into the lake she felt like something was missing. She was alone, with only a few friends, and no one else. She had no boyfriend nor had she had a serious one since 4th year. She thought that was sad but there were people she knew that had never had a serious relationship. She sighed to herself as she thought, Drown your sorrows, it's the only way to get rid of them...

Must be Rouerie

[hye-jin yi ❀]

First Name:
Osharic
Middle Name:
Hykan
Last Name:
Kylo
Age:
17 || April 22nd
Appearance:
As a Wolf he has giant green eyes and sleek fur. He has a row of black going under his eyes and going down and fading into his neck. The rest of his fur are a reddish gold and he has a stripe of black on all four paws and going down the middle his back. As a human he has the same green eyes. He is of average height and weight. He has short curly blond hair and often wears collared shirts and nice shirts and jeans. He likes to be clean and well preened.

Picture:

Personality:
He likes to read and write and is into music. He likes to be alone and write. He knows that because of what he is he will never be a successful writer. He likes to go flying but not too much and he likes quiet conversation not the loudness of a party. He hates large crowds and shies away from loud noises. He is always daydreaming about something.
Strengths:
Very intelligent and logical. Has a sometimes overactive imagination. He is always thinking a step ahead of almost everyone and is very sarcastic. strong wings, very athletic.
Weaknesses:
He daydreams a lot and zones out and is easily snuck up on. When he is in his own world he is oblivious to things happening around him and is easily startled.
Likes:
Warm places and quiet places. Intelligent conversations and writing. Books, day dreaming, and flying.
Dislikes:
Cold weather, rain, ignorant people, people who abuse books, and loud noises and places.
History:
Osharic is the older twin and was born at sunset the day before his brother. Osharic and his brother Odin are very close even though they have extremely different ideas on fun. Osharic loves to go around but after a bad incident with a dragon he is more careful about where he is and is more alert. Odin on the other hand refused, much to Osharic's vexation, to listen to him and be more careful.

He and Odin went to school in a small magical village where the residents thought that they were just intelligent wizards with rich parents. Odin was not enjoying school but Osharic was beside himself with happiness. He had many friends and his days were full of laughter and fun. He excelled and his teachers offered him harder courses. He was very close to one of the teachers, one who taught reading and writing. Osharic was always wanting to write and the teacher took him under his wing, so to speak. Odin always got him into trouble. Odin always had wacky ideas and crazy plans that Osharic in attempts to stop him got himself in trouble.

One time one of Odin's plans had Osharic on edge. He planned to steal one of Osharic's favorite teachers books, one that the great teacher had written. Just as a prank and he would give it back but Osharic would have none of it, he couldn't stand anyone harming books. It was the first time he had ever felt true hatred toward his brother. On the night he confronted Odin and they fought. Odin's friends were afraid because sparks were absolutely flying between them. Odin tried to force himself past Osharic and Osharic lost it. With a scream of rage that turned to a screech he turned into wolf and ran off.

Odin followed his suit and engaged in battle. Osharic being older had slightly stronger thought not by much. He struck Odin with teeth and claws. He gave Odin a fair amount of gashes and Odin bit him in the joint where his limbs meets the back. He lost balance and clutched Odin with mouth and his claws as he fell into a lake but before they transformed back into humans.

The residents promptly banished them from the school and Osharic and Odin flew back to their clan. Osharic later flew off on his own to beg the forgiveness of the school The rejected him and he returned and didn't talk to Odin for at least a month. After a long while of trying to ignore and shun Odin. Osharic's love for his brother got the best of him and he forgave him and decided that life was better without school. He and Odin are very close now thought Osharic spends the majority of his time reading and writing sometimes for days at a time and Odin has to come harass him to get him to go outside.

Another thing Odin has done, because he knows a part of Osharic truly does miss the fun of school, he went searching for a school. But none seemed to fit what Odin wanted, a place where they wouldn’t get kicked out for their blood. That was until a member of their clan spoke about a school all the way near Marseille, France. Beauxbaton Academy of Magic. This interested Odin and he researched the school some more before concluding that it was a great school. After sending a letter to the Head Mistress and other people he finally got acceptance for both his brother and himself.

After surprising Osharic, it took Odin a while to convince Osharic for the two to return back to a school. But Odin finally did and now the two are on their way to Beauxbaton.
Sample RP:
Osharic sighed and nodded off in the large cavern he and his family inhabited. He was sitting with his back against the cold stone, a small notebook across his knees and and an ink bottle at his side. He chewed absently on the send of the quill. He stuck it in the ink and scrawled on the rough paper. He sat there for a while just staring at the page. He sighed it was no use he was stuck. He scowled and placed the cap carefully back on his ink and set his quill down carefully and respectfully on the little bookshelf he had insisted was put in his section of the caverns. His eyes grazed the many wonderful works. He slid his hand over the binds of the books as if paying respect to them.

He placed the notebook carefully in the cluttered bottom shelf. He sat down and stared at them for a while. Many sheets of half used paper poked out and the notebooks were falling apart at the bindings. Several of them were truly in a sad state. He yawned and stood stretching out his pale arms. He pushed a hand through his blond hair. He spread his arms and listened with his sharp ears. No one was here, he could just take a nice nap. His green eyes were taken over by pupil, then the Iris enlarged also. His pupils were always the first thing to change. He spread his arms and feathers sprouted on his skin and it melted away as his bones enlarged and twisted the marrow molding with the bone, making them hollow. His mouth and teeth disappeared yielding a large razor sharp beak. He uttered a sharp cry of release as his form settled. His nares flared as he sucked in the scent that his tiny human nose couldn't take in.

He moved over to his large nest made of complete trees and roots. He had it padded with pine branches and soft moss. He walked over his sharp talon's clacking on the stone. He hoped into the nest and tucked his head under his wing and closed his eyes feeling completely content deep in his dark cave. A soft breeze ruffled his feathers slightly and he breathed out lightly dreaming of the sky and the feeling of being able to fly faster than any other creature, well perhaps as fast as a dragon, but otherwise. He could feel the heat of the friction as he broke the sound barrier. Who cared his feathers were thick and strong. He was build to high fast flying. He hardly cared if he was flying fast enough to heat his feathers and erode dust from his sleek feathers.

He cracked an eye opened hearing a rustling. It must be Odin. He heaved a sigh and rose to his feet and had to give a birdish grin. He had to puff out his chest and raise his hackles proudly that he stood a full inch above his brother. Not much by Roc standards, in human form he was taller by a millimeter, but a millimeter none the less. He changed and went to greet his fellow bird. "Hey, bird brain." He said affectionately leaning against the wall standing with the grace and pride of an elf. He had his chin raised defiantly and a smile played upon his lips as he awaited his brothers response.

Must be Cossu

[odin]

First Name:
Odin
Middle Name:
Dwyn
Last Name:
Kylo
Age:
17 || April 22nd
Appearance:
As a Wolf he has giant green eyes and sleek fur. He has a row of black going under his eyes and going down and fading into his neck. The rest of his fur are a reddish gold and he has a stripe of black on all four paws and going down the middle his back. As a human he has the same green eyes. He is of average height and weight. He has short curly blond hair and wears whatever he finds first.

Picture:

Personality:
Unlike his brother, whom has a great love for books and learning of any sort, Odin would much rather run around and be free then read from any 'smelly old book.' He's hyperactive, constantly running around and trying to prove himself better than every other creature on the earth. He is confident, haughty...and just plain selfish at times. Though this is all mostly a cover up for the fact that he thinks he is inferior to his brother, feels like he is the weaker half. All of this is truly a show, a front that he put up so that he wouldn't have to be the weaker half. From the start, he made sure he was the stronger one, if not the smarter one. The faster one, if not the more sane one. He decided he wanted to be the brawn and not the brains very early on.
Strengths:
~Getting Into Trouble
~Making Friends
~Flirting With Girls
~Charming
~Sports
~Physically strong
Weaknesses:
~Girls
~His Brother
~Learning
~Listening
~Thinking Things Through
~Flirts too much
~Full Moon
Likes:
~Girls
~His Brother...somewhat
~Running
~Trouble
~Sports
~Alcohol
Dislikes:
~Hates smart people at times
~People who think they're better
~People who hurt his family
~People who hurt his friends
History:
Osharic is the older twin and was born at sunset the day before his brother. Osharic and his brother Odin are very close even though they have extremely different ideas on fun. Osharic loves to go around but after a bad incident with a dragon he is more careful about where he is and is more alert. Odin on the other hand refused, much to Osharic's vexation, to listen to him and be more careful.

He and Odin went to school in a small magical village where the residents thought that they were just intelligent wizards with rich parents. Odin was not enjoying school but Osharic was beside himself with happiness. He had many friends and his days were full of laughter and fun. He excelled and his teachers offered him harder courses. He was very close to one of the teachers, one who taught reading and writing. Osharic was always wanting to write and the teacher took him under his wing, so to speak. Odin always got him into trouble. Odin always had wacky ideas and crazy plans that Osharic in attempts to stop him got himself in trouble.

One time one of Odin's plans had Osharic on edge. He planned to steal one of Osharic's favorite teachers books, one that the great teacher had written. Just as a prank and he would give it back but Osharic would have none of it, he couldn't stand anyone harming books. It was the first time he had ever felt true hatred toward his brother. On the night he confronted Odin and they fought. Odin's friends were afraid because sparks were absolutely flying between them. Odin tried to force himself past Osharic and Osharic lost it. With a scream of rage that turned to a screech he turned into wolf and ran off.

Odin followed his suit and engaged in battle. Osharic being older had slightly stronger thought not by much. He struck Odin with teeth and claws. He gave Odin a fair amount of gashes and Odin bit him in the joint where his limbs meets the back. He lost balance and clutched Odin with mouth and his claws as he fell into a lake but before they transformed back into humans.

The residents promptly banished them from the school and Osharic and Odin flew back to their clan. Osharic later flew off on his own to beg the forgiveness of the school The rejected him and he returned and didn't talk to Odin for at least a month. After a long while of trying to ignore and shun Odin. Osharic's love for his brother got the best of him and he forgave him and decided that life was better without school. He and Odin are very close now thought Osharic spends the majority of his time reading and writing sometimes for days at a time and Odin has to come harass him to get him to go outside.

Another thing Odin has done, because he knows a part of Osharic truly does miss the fun of school, he went searching for a school. But none seemed to fit what Odin wanted, a place where they wouldn’t get kicked out for their blood. That was until a member of their clan spoke about a school all the way near Marseille, France. Beauxbaton Academy of Magic. This interested Odin and he researched the school some more before concluding that it was a great school. After sending a letter to the Head Mistress and other people he finally got acceptance for both his brother and himself.

After surprising his brother, it took him a while to convince Osharic for the two to return back to a school. But he finally did and now the two are on their way to Beauxbaton.
Sample RP:
Odin snickered off as the woman chased after him, and that only made him run all the faster. "Theif! Theif! Someone stop him!" The human woman was very angry, and very loud if he did say so himself. Rolling his eyes, he waited for her to give up, no way she could keep up him. He even slowed, giving her a half of a chance. But she was very pregnant, and there wasn't much she could do but waddle after him. The whole scene was quite comical.

The thing he'd taken hadn't even been from her. It had been an odd globe shaped object on the ground. It lit up and glowed, roughly the size of a small ball. He threw it between his hands, experimenting with the strange orb, throwing out various words that his magical training (although very brief) had given him. Shrugging, he diecided Osharic, the smarter twin by far, would probably be able to figure out the nature of this odd orb.

Shifting, he became the huge bird that he could, flying swiftly through the sky and landing where he knew his brother to be. He heard his voice speak out, and shifted back quickly, his golden wings glinting just before the change was in place. "Brother." he greeted him, smirking devilishly. "I found this orb in the human village." he said, pointing to the sphere he had in hand. "Do you know what it is?"

Must be Rouerie

[jfang94]

First name: Ethan

middle: Alexander

last: Night

Age: 16 [b-day April 4]

Appearance: Ethan is quiet elven in his appearance, having elven blood. He has deep green eyes, and fair skin. He is athletic, but slim at first glance. His hair is as black as night, though he sometimes buts a streak of red or blue in it. He is tall, around six foot, and has a charming smile, with perfect white teeth.

History: Ethan's history is shrouded in mystery. He only knows bits and pieces from the letter his birth parents wrote to him.

He was born in an elven forest during the winter solstice, to the Queen and King of that elf tribe. He was the youngest of three children, and he was the only boy. One sister ten, and the other fourteen. There was a snow storm ravaging the forest at the celebration of his birth, so no one thought any thing could possibly go wrong. Goblins attacked that night, burning and destroying every one and everything in their path.

As queen and king, Ethan's mother and father had an oath to their people to protect them at all costs, no matter what. The queen wrote a letter, explaining who Ethan was and what to expect in the future and gave it to her eldest daughter, telling her not to let Ethan open it till he was at least fourteen. While the queen and king distracted the goblins, the two daughters bundled up their little brother, and fled into the night. Their last sight was their elven forest burning.

Later, they were found and adopted by a young couple in the north of France, who were a wizarding family. Ethan, and his foster parents were shocked by the changes Ethan began undergoing when he was fourteen. After reading the letter wrote to him by his late-mother, he devote himself to learning magic at that time taught to him by his sisters.

It was in late December of last year when he received his acceptance letter to Beauxbaton's academy of magic. At first, he refused to go, not wanting to leave his sisters, and foster parents behind. It wasn't until he accidentally made his muggle school catch of fire he decided to go.

personality: Ethan is very secluded. He's warm if he gets to know you, but at first he can come off as rude, and cold, and he has a short temper. He's a very loyal friend, and will stick with you till its over. He has a great love of singing, and drawing. He loves nature in all of its forms [except goblins], he especially loves the snow and ice. He loves the night sky, and watches the stars for hours before going to bed.

sample rp: I wonder what they would have me do, Ethan thought solemnly, staring up at the night sky. He was laying outside in the cool grass, having run away from home a few days earlier. He knew his foster parents and sisters were probably worrying about him, but he had things to think about. Especially the whole going to Beauxbatons thing. He sighed a long, heavy sigh.

He knew going to the Beauxbaton's Academy of magic would be go for him, seeing as he practically burnt down his muggle high school. Then again, why didn't his sisters get a letter yet? It wasn't fair that they didn't get to go. After all, they were the one's who had taught him magic so far. IT just wasn't fair! He growled and sat up, hurling a near by stone as far as he could throw.

He wanted to just scream in anger, frustration, but most of all, pain. Pain that he had never known his parents. He felt like there was a hole inside him, a hole that could never be filled, no matter how hard someone tried. He lay back down in the damp, cool grass, and stared back out into the night sky. The stars were shining immensely tonight, mapping out the constellations.

He closed his eyes as a cool breeze wafted through the area. He heard the distant calls of the night birds, and the sound of the wind in the trees. Two sounds he could listen to for hours upon hours. sighing, he pushed himself up, and started back towards his home.

Must be Sournois

[cassie]

First Name:

; cassinadrela

Last Name:

; parla

Age:

; sixteen

Appearance:

History:

on one dark night, it was the date of march twenty fifth when a gift from above was born to two happy parents. this magical miracle's name became cassinadrela lace parla. her parents, miranda moreell and jason parla, then moved from london, england to bordeaux, france when cassie turned nine years old. she was immediatley accepted into an all-girls private elementary school, where she actually applied herself and had good grades. but, when she turned eleven, her parents got divorced because they had apparently "stopped loving each other". so, at that time, her grades went down the tube and she began to get into trouble at the age of thirteen. at that time, though, she was then accepted into beauxbatons academy of magic. she hadn't known that her dad was a wizard, though her mother was a demoness. her mother had been in a family of demons and then was disowned by her family when she fell in love with a wizard. cassie's father's family welcomed her mother into their home when miranda's family shunned her. soon, she was learning magic and couldn't help but feel a little left out from everyone else. oh, and she also had had a brother... his name was liam shai parla but he died at the age of two, before cassie was even alive. he had health problems that were deathly. now, she still attends beauxbatons but she hasn't had the best of past relationships and she finds it hard to trust people now.

Personality:

this girl has a lot of spunk and shows a lot of potential, but she doesn't care about anything anymore. she used to be nice, sweet, and generous. now, though, she's mean, spicy, and selfish. she doesn't know how to trust anyone and almost thinks that the world's out to get her. cassie hates her parents for dividing on her and making her choose between them, but she knows that that doesn't explain her ways. she almost wishes that she had an excuse, because she doesn't want people to know the truth. when she was fourteen, she had tried to kill herself, so she is really sensitive to that topic. but, what changed her, was that she was attacked by a gang of people who she had thought were her friends. obviously, she doesn't trust people for that reason and she then transitioned herself into a new person. a person that seemed to not have a heart.

Sample RP:

running as fast as her legs could take her, she tried not to look back. but the thought of seeing if they were still following was almost as tempting as staying in bed on a sunday morning even when you know you have homework to do. cassie glanced behind her and stopped in her tracks. nothing.. no one was there. she was all alone in the middle of no where. looking around herself, she bit her lip, trying to see if someone was anywhere in her vision. she only saw grass surrounding where she stood, nothing else. the sky was black, but that was it. nothing else, nada, zip, zoodle. suddenly, a chill ran down her spine as she looked up and saw a bat there, flapping its wings. screaming at the top of her lungs, she ran the other way, back towards the building. that's when she realized, it wasn't there anymore. where was everything? everyone? waking up from the same nightmare she's had for four years, she sat up in bed. why did she always have this nightmare? i mean, there was seriously no point in it.. as far as cassie could see anyways. brushing her blonde hair back with her hand, she huffed and flung back down into a horizontal position upon the bed. she etched the lines in the ceiling with her mind as she thought about all the reasons for the nightmares. she couldn't think of any and then her head started to hurt. cass leaned over to her nightstand and pulled out her aspirin. taking one, she threw the bottle back into the drawer that was always left open on her nightstand. yawning, she stretched herself and sighed. she so did not want to get up. her bed was super comfy and it was a saturday, so she didn't have any classes. but then again, she wanted to go hang outside in the sun. there were pros and cons to both sides, i guess. she started twirling a strand of blond hair around her finger as she pondered what she wanted to do...
{i would write more, except right now i seriously have a headache so i can't think all that well /: }

It could have used a bit more... but must be Sournois

[sweetie52]

First Name:

Maria

Last Name:

Ramirez

Age:

11

Appearance:

History:

Maria was born on a bright, cool, snowy January morning her medium-sized house with her her two parents, and older sister, five years old. Her younger sister was born a short five years later, when Maria was six years of age. They lived in a nice house, in a pretty good neighborhood in Bourgogne, France. Her mother was born in Spain, and met her father on a business trip in France, settled down, got married, and had three beautiful daughters.

As a young child, Maria found comfort in being friends with her neighbor, Alexandre, or Alex for short, and that pair was a good pair indeed. He and Maria always close by each other. When they were feeling adventurous they explored the park a few roads down from their houses. On the other hand, when Maria was mad at Alex, or the other way around, Maria went to the tree house in her backyard at sat there reading to forget about whatever stupid thing Alex did that day. Usually, an hour was all it took for Maria to get over it and start playing with Alex again.

To Maria's great disappointment, Alex moved away to the United States to live with her grandparents. Maria was extremely upset and lonely. She had spent so much time with Alex that anyone else did not seem right. She wasn't sure how exactly to make new friends, because Alex was always there with her and he was all she needed. Being young and all that, Maria started to join a whole mess of sports to make new friends and keep her occupied during the day.

But now, as Maria travels to Beauxbatons, a great surprise and and joy, she is excited and ready to meet new people and get away from the stress of living at her house with her sisters and parents, and wishing she could possibly meet Alex again.

Personality:

Maria is a kind person, most of the time. She enjoys making people happy, and loves being the center of attention when it comes to laughs, however, when she doesn't make some laugh she turns to mean jokes about other people, being the stubborn person she is. Maria loves to make friends, and tends to have a lot of them.

She loves to play many sports which include, volleyball, soccer, softball, and swimming. With all the sports she plays, Maria has tons of friends that she barely gets to spend time with. Maria's attention is divided a lot of the time, so her attention-span is a little shorter than most peoples'. Late at night, if Maria can't sleep or doesn't want to, she enjoys watching the stars and just relaxing and analyzing their formations.

Maria also likes to read, especially history, or historical fiction. She loves to read and learn about the past and how the world has changed. It is just a joy for her to learn and realize how different it actually was in the past, compared to now. Maria hopes to maybe start learning how to write well, she isn't very good at it, despite all the reading she has done. The combinations of the words, how the twist and turn to form such an interesting stories amazes her, and although she doesn't get the hang of it yet, Maria hopes to maybe learn how to get better at it.

Sample RP:

Maria sat quietly on her bed, with her suitcases filled with tons of clothes and a picture of her and Alex. She wished she could stay home a little longer because Maria was already feeling a little homesick despite the fact that she had not even left her room. Maria was surrounded with books, sports equipment, pillows. Her walls were splashed with a energetic, bright pink and her bed was a darker shade of purple. She loved her room so much, and couldn't stand to leave it. She could only hope that the dorm rooms at her new school, Beauxbatons, would be decent enough for her to be comfortable.

Before Maria could finish light exploring her room for the last time in a while, her mother called her downstairs, and Maria was clueless to as why.

"Maria! Please come downstairs!"

"Hold on, I am coming."

"Hurry up, come on... Now!"

Maria sighed as she gripped her suitcases carefully and slung them over her shoulder as best she could, as she flopped downstairs clumsy with the extra weight in her arms and over her shoulders. The kitchen that her mother was in was a tan-ish colored room filled with an apple border near the ceiling. Her other sisters were accompanying her mother, eating breakfast happily.

"What did you want, mom?"

"Its time to go. Hurry up and put your things in the car."

"OK."

Maria lugged her things, slightly agitated at the weight of them, to her car parked the in the driveway. Her mother's car was a white mini van, with just enough space for her to stuff her bags inside and squeeze into the seat. Down the side walk, Maria noticed all of the flowers and bushes her father had planted and smiled at them, wishing she had noticed them before. It took a moment to realize how much she is going to miss her family, and how much they do for her.

It only took just about all the strength that Maria had to fit everything, including herself inside the semi-clean car she was going to ride to the carriage in. As her mother slipped into the driver's seat, Maria mentioned how much she was going to miss her, and her sisters, and father. With reassurance that everything was going to be alright and that it was going to be a great experience, Maria rode off down the bumpy street, awaiting the new adventure she would soon be having, excited, with a dash of nervousness slipped in there.

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Must be Rouerie

[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.

[jacquelyn]

First Name:Jacquelyn (Jax)
Last Name: Chaput
Age: 14
Appearance:


Jax is someone who doesn’t care all too much about her appearance. As long as it’s clean and she’s clean, it doesn’t matter. When it comes to clothing, it’s whatever her Dad could afford. Most clothing she has is well worn and somewhat ratty. She keeps her good clothing for special occasions only, however, she does own some. Her school robes however, are in peak condition.

She has short blond hair that is no longer than an inch in the back with longer bangs that come below her chin. Most times if she does do anything with her hair other than brush it so it’s calm, she’ll spike it up in the back to give it some flavor. Her face is a slender smaller shaped, and circular, but she’s no taller than 5’ 5” now, so it fits her body perfectly. Her eyes are of the ocean. Blue with white sparkles in them that her father would say were the white caps of rising waves on the sea. Depending on the mood she’s in the sparkles disappeared and reappear. The more sparkles, the more annoyed with something she is and the more likely the person is going to know about it before she even opens her mouth to say anything. She face is very full of expression, and they can be read very easily. Her body type is average for her age. Her physical strength out matches most boys her age because she tends to work out her arms and run around a lot. Her upper body is the strongest part of her body.

History:

Guy Chaput was young, wild, and restless and getting married to his high school sweetheart was NEVER in the plan. He was looking forward to be free and away from responsibility. From this he made life-altering mistakes that he would later in life learn would be some of his greatest accomplishments. One night of fun, turned into nine months of preparations and a quick marriage that would end in divorce before the newborn was three.

Jacquelyn Monique Chaput was born into the family of the Chaputs by absolute accident. Her mother and father were not prepared, but that does not mean that they didn’t learn from their mistakes. Before the girl turned three years of age, her mother Chantal Chaput left, never to return. From that point on, Guy knew he had to take care of the small girl left in only his care.

While growing up, Jax was an only child, and her father never remarried. He decided that it would be best not to in order to provide the best life he could for his daughter. She went to elementary school and France and had many friends…and enemies for that matter. She was always different in many ways from the students that she associated with. For instance, she wasn’t your typical, young girl. She liked dirt and worms, and gross gooey things; she liked and had many guys as her friends. She was, as her father used to call her, one of the guys. She was never into dolls, or make-up, and she cared little about how she looked, and more about how strong she was compared to her guy friends. She played sports and was a very active fisher, which her father enjoyed highly because he was always a very big fisher.

When it came to her father, Jax always wanted to be like her father. He had a respectable managing job keeping everything orderly and running smoothly and properly at the local grocery store; he had the bills paid, and everything always put so together as she saw. She never saw any of his flaws or anything. Jax was always encouraged to be outgoing and out spoken. If she didn’t like something that was happening within the household, her father encouraged her to talk with him about what she was feeling uncomfortable or stressed out with. It was only until in the later years that Jax would find talking with her father harder because there are just some things that a girl needs to talk to a woman about; but that’s later to come.

At the age of eleven, like most Beauxbatons students, she received the owl telling her about her acceptance. When she showed the letter to her father at first, he didn’t believe that an owl had given her a letter. He had laughed at her thinking that she was pulling his leg and joking with him. He had no idea, being muggle and all, what was really afoot.

Later more owls were sent and a spokesperson of Beauxbatons also was sent to her home in the countryside of France to talk to her father about what was really happening. Come to find out, Chantal, her estranged mother was actually a Half-Blood witch. Overwhelmed, Guy didn’t know what to do. Jax on the other hand was overjoyed and excited.

Her school life was hard in the muggle world, and both Guy and Jax knew this. She constantly would return home in tears from teases and hurtful statements said by the children that were her classmates. What kind of girl was she whom hung with the guys all the time, and cut her hair short... they would say. Her father would comfort her and tell her to ignore them, but she couldn't, for Jax knew that there was something more to what the students said about her that she just couldn't place... even at that young of age.

After begging her father to let her go and the spokesperson said that this was one of the most magnificent opportunities for a young witch, such as Jacquelyn, herself. Guy eventually, after the initial shock, let her attend the school of Beauxbatons Academy.

Personality:

Growing up Jax has never been your typical girl. She likes getting muddy, and down to Earth. She loves the outdoors and animals alike and is more of a boy than a girl... in more ways than she usually discloses. However, being accidentally mistaken for a boy is not her thought of a bad job but rather a job well done because who wants to be a pretty, preppy, girl when they can be a down to earth (or rather up in the air) kind of guy. Up in the air, not referencing of course her intelligent level or any kind of scatterbrain ness, but rather it’s referencing that one of her favorite activities to do is to fly on her broom.

She is very outgoing, and loves to meet people and friends. However, she’s not afraid to tell people where they stand either if they hurt her or other people she loves. This is how she makes so many of her quote, enemies, and unquote. She is stubborn and opinionated but most times, unless she becomes highly stressed and frustrated with someone while talking with them, she’s open to listening and understanding where people are coming from to an extent.

One thing that is not known by many is that Jax has a secret that plays a part in most of what she is as a person. This secret is one that she keeps well hidden to herself, and even from that of her father whom she loves dearly. The secret is that Jax in fact fancies girls over guys. What this means, the young girl to this day is still unsure, but she knows it's "abnormal" by most standards and so is forced by her own fear of the truth to keep it hidden from others. It determines the way she does things and acts, however, in some ways it makes her more out going and alert than most would think. She's always on guard of keeping her secret, and isn't afraid to tell little white lies here and there to stray others off the path of knowing.

Sample RP:

It was all strange to her. Years of being where she was, four to be exact and still, no matter how outgoing she was, no matter how big her smile ever seemed to be, she still felt more alone every day. It was alright, for she knew how to handle herself and she told herself every day that the next would be different, but her inhibitions kept her back from stepping over boundaries that she, herself, set. In the air on her broom, 'Old Trusttee', she looked over the grounds and smiled. It was a peaceful place, and she did love the school, even with how lonely she felt at times. It was a new adventure every year, and this year, she wanted to make it yet again worth her own wild.

Flying forward, she circled around until finally finding herself at the quidditch pitch. Her lucky blue baseball cap on backwards as she liked to wear it, was snug and content on top of her head, blond hair poking out every which way. Seeing someone familiar, Jax laughed and flew over to her classmate. "Hey!" she said excitedly. "Can I join?" she asked even though she had no idea what the person was up to. Did it really matter? She was bored... it was time to do something fun.

Very hard to sort you! lol But it must be Cossu

[jules]

First Name:Julian

Last Name: James

Age: 17

Appearance:



History:
on her record" they had covered it up. They said she was going to spend a year in France, which they just kept her locked up in the house, they didn't kill the baby or want to hurt him they feed her and kept her healthy. Her farther was a doctor she they didn't have to go in and no one knew about this. But 9 months later out came a screaming little Remme, and he was sent off to the nearest orphanage with a story of his mother got hit by a car while going home from work and his father killed himself soon after. Everyone knew it was a lie.

But that didn't stop them from feeding that lie to him, and he didn't believe it when he was older. When he was younger he ate it right up but as he got older and listened and watched he knew it wasn't the truth. When he was 10 he got adopted by a lovely magical couple who turned out to be less then lovely. The father liked to hit him and the mother "forgot" to feed him. But he didn't let this brake him down he went to hogwarts and now lives there.

Despite all these bad things he still pushes threw it and stays happy, even if he has nothing to be happy about, he doesn't care. He uses the pain and channels it into happiness. He helps other people out when he can and is a kind person, who is caring and loving. He has just come to terms with his sexuality and has meet a very cute blonde boy who he thinks he will hit it off with.


Personality:

Perhaps Julian’s most outstanding quality is his sharp wit. He has a very crisp mind and is a very critical person. He easily understands abstract concepts and the underlying principles of natural phenomena. He is a quick learner and quickly understands and memorizes new material. He has a thirst for knowledge and is often found studying advanced and complicated scientific subjects in his free time. He has a broad knowledge of things and is a well educated young man. He can always offer a comment or viewpoint on almost any matter. His arguments are logical and well structured and his views are usually based on facts and scientific research. He is very skeptic and usually does not believe something that has been proven. Yet Julian has a deep understanding of arts and appreciates them. He enjoys listening to music and watching paintings. However the only art he has tried himself in is writing. He reads novels and plays mostly, never having developed a liking for poetry. He often shows more interest in the underlying metaphors and messages of the works than for the beauty in language, not to say that he does not appreciate the latter. He is a painfully confident and unfortunately also arrogant person. Julian strongly believes in himself and in his abilities and tends to view himself as superior to his peers, except in one case, the man who is his weakness. This high and mighty attitude of his is usually met with resentment, yet this never discourages him from carrying on. He knows that he can afford it, and that he can get away with acting this way on the grounds that he indeed is smarter than most people. In addition he is also blessed with quite impressive rhetorical skills and knows how to get out of a tight spot if he really needs to. Julian is headstrong, strong willed, determined. He knows what he wants and how to get it. There is usually no room for doubts and contradiction. He tends to exaggerate dramatically and from time to time overdoes things; however he is not a malicious character. He is generally jovial and means to do well. He is a very honest person, with a strict code of honour. His heart is basically in the right place, it’s just his attitude that is shocking. He is not a person that cares much for other people’s opinions as long as he is happy with himself. He does as he pleases as long as he can justify it to himself. He usually makes a point of being polite to those that are his senior. Julian is deeply sarcastic, not to say cynic at times. He has an annoying habit of never taking anything very serious, finding that very few things are of true importance. He does not take people very seriously. The only people he ever truly listens to are family and close friends, other than that he does not care. Perhaps he acts this way because he is incredibly easily bored with things. There are very few people that capture his attention and manage to keep it. He often runs rings around people with his intellect. As a consequence he is also fairly impatient and can loose his temper quickly when people do not manage to keep up with his reasoning. He usually has little to say to people he considers being stupid, and those are copious. Julian can be loyal and loving to those he cares for. He is good company as long as he is entertained. Julian usually enjoys the company of boys more than the company of girls. He had never had a real solid relationship, in some minor fear it will go wrong, or that he can not stand the person in the long run. Or that the person will not return his feelings.

Sample RP:

Julian's feet patted softly over the large wooden floor in his third floor flat. He yawned and looked threw the fridge, even though there was no point, all that was in there was bags and bags of blood, nice juicy rich red blood. He had a another smaller fridge filled with human food when humans came over, not that it ever happened, but he had to make sure. He pulled one of the bags out and poured it into a large coffee therms. It was seven in the morning, he couldn't sleep that long anymore, when he was a younger vampire he would sleep threw the sunlight, but now he could deal with it, he was old enough the sun didn't really phase him.

Once he set the mug in the microwave to heat up he sat down and looked out the window at the rising sun, seeing all the business men and woman bustling about their work. He thought it was so odd, how the humans distanced them selves from each other so much, with all their technologies. He had seen them change over the years, over man years. He was born in 1328, he had been turned by a doctor who had been trying to help people who where dieing of the black death. He had caught it in the year 1345 from his parents he had to take then to buried and he contracted it only a few hours later, he went to the good doctor and the doctor made a quick decision to change him. He hid Julian in his back from for the changing and the weeks after when he was blood crazed. He was only seventeen at the time and he looked forever seventeen now, the doctor had helped him threw his early stages and taught him how to be a good vampire, and to not feed from humans, that they where a form of live to preserve and learn from. He stayed with the doctor in Europe for about two hundred years when he wanted to travel the world and he did for about three hundred years, he visited every country in the world and had many artifacts from each one, it was a very enriching experience. But he was called home in 1845 when the doctor sent word of the increasing Lycans, he came back to protect the doctor. In his travels he had learned many different ways to fight and was excellent in each. But he didn't get home in time to save the doctor, he walked in to his old home at the site of the light fading from his eyes a lycan over his body ripping his apart. At that he was furious and found that lycan and killed all of his clan. But after he finished he felt so horrid for killing, he tried never to do it again, but that was hard. When ever he smells a lycan he becomes very blood thirsty. Now it may sound like his only weakness is the smell of a lycan but it is not. After 1845 he continued to live in this very apartment, of course he made it look like no one was living here some times and he moved out and moved back in, after renovations, so it wasn't suspicious, but other then that he has been very comfy here. His other weakness was love, or the lack of love, he had been searching for a companion scence before he was changed, in his heart he was a romantic and a lover, he had never had a lover who had really made him happy, sure he had lovers some human and some other wise but none of them he really feel in love with but he was always looking and always optimistic about it.

A loud beep sounded and he shook his head trying not to think of the loneliness he felt every passing day. He stood up and pasted a calendar looking at he date, knowing it meant something but he couldn't remember what. He took out the blood and drank it as he put on some jobbing clothes, he may not have to work out but he liked perfecting his body. He walked out his door and started running his blood in a solid sealed container, that was shut so tight no human could open it. He started running on the sound of his shoes hitting the street he took in a breath of air, not that his lungs even really functioned anymore, it was an old habit. He ran for about 30 minutes ending up in a near by part and saw a bench and sat down, at the same time as another guy did. He sniffed the air and looked at him, Vampire. He could tell a Vampire from a human from just the smell, Vampire's smelt much clearer and not so tempting. He looked at the watch he had looking at the time 8:15, "Oh" he said softly remember what today was. His six thundered and seventy ninth birthday.


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Must be Rouerie

[hitomi]

First Name: Ambrosia

Last Name: Belisarius

Age: 16

Appearance:



History:

Born to Aveline and Aymeric Côté, Ambrosia had never had a good childhood. It is arguable if Aveline even loved her daughter; but she truely loved her abusive husband. One thing could be said about little Aveline--she taught her daughter to learn how to hide, and hide well at that. Whenever Aymeric would come home in a drunken rage the first thing Aveline would do would be to hide her daughter, as the child was still small enough to hide and wait out her father's hard fist. Aveline, on the other hand, did not have such a luxery, and took the hits for both of them. The abuse went on for some time, and the neighbors did call Child Protective Services on them in order to stop all of the fighting (they did not seem to do it for Ambrosia, but rather they wanted there to be silence on the street). The first two times it was inconclusive, but on the third time they had much better proof.

The third night that they came out was the night that Ambrosia slipped from her hiding place to see if her mother was alright. It had been like any other late friday night. Her father had come home, drunk, and began screaming profanities at his wife and occasionally hitting her as well. This time he hit her so hard that she lay unconcious on the floor. Ambrosia (who was hiding but could view what was happening) could not tell the difference between unconcious and death, and hurried to her mother's side to see if she was alright.

Immediatly her father grabbed her small wrist (Amber was only about seven years old at the time) and forcibley pulled her away from her mother's unconcious body. The force her father put into it was enough to twist and break her wrist. Only 15 minutes later did CPS show up and remove the child from the home, taking her to the hospital to treat her broken wrist and to put her in a foster home until she could be dealt with.

It was there at the hospital that her powers became apparent. Her mother, though submissive as she was, was a witch with some seer-blood in her background. Aveline herself hardly saw anything, though she was sensitive and intuitive. Ambrosia followed suit, though her powers grew to be what is called tele-empathy. Ambrosia could feel emotions at a certain distance and, when she had grown old enough, could perhaps even manipulate it ((you know I wouldn't use this without permission...)). Having her powers come out in a hospital setting had not been pleasant to say the least.

After that Ambrosia was placed in foster care, and bounced from house to house like many children. One visiting couple saw her and, to say the least liked her. They adopted her, allowed her to take their last name (Belisarius), and brought her with them to France where they were moving. Yet, what of Ambers biological parents? Ambrosia's mother had the chance to get her daughter back, albeit it would have required her to jump through hoops such as parent classes, but she certainly could have. However, she would have had to divorce her husband to make it work, as there was a no contact order between Ambrosia and her father. Aveline, forced to choose her child or her husband, sadly chose her husband in the end. She gave up custody of her daughter and allowed for her to live with her new family in France.

Now closer to one of the Wizarding Schools, Ambrosia recieved her letter from Beauxbatons and was excited to join.

Personality:

Due to her empathic powers, Ambrosia is highly intuitive. She has found ways to control her powers, such as using a "shield" to keep them at bay. However, she has grown used to seeing body language and the changes in tone so much that now she may be able to guess what a person is feeling based on that alone. She pays great attention to detail, which has helped her very much in her school work. Like any other student she enjoys doing some coursework but not all, though she strives to get good grades in everything. Ambrosia is also very shy, and enjoys keeping to herself and being observant as much as possible. When she has something to say she will say it, but she must feel comfortable with the person first.

Sample RP:

Several years ago...

Amber could not help but wonder what exactly was happening. She could hear a siren wailing somewhere nearby, and she could feel hands touching her, pressing against her sides and examining her broken wrist. Pain seared through her arm and across her body, and she knew she must have given out a cry of some sort. The world was coated in a fuzzy gauze, and slowly she drifted off into unconciousness.

When she awoke she was in a hospital room. She had never been in a hospital before, but she knew what they looked like from the television. Slowly as Amber came to, she felt a wave of different emotions overtake her. Suddenly she felt the need to cry, and cry violently. She let out a long, strange sound just as the woman down the hall howled for her passing mother. Yet at the same time she felt joyeous, as on the floor above in the hospital there was yet another woman (and her husband) holding their newborn infant. All around her Amber could feel the weight of different emotions, until finally she let out a pained cry of her own. Her mind and body felt as if it would explode!

Never before had she had experienced anything like this. Nurses came running in when they heard the sounds, but of course they could do nothing. No one could. It wasn't until they gave her something to help her fall asleep did she stop screaming. Most of her visit in the hospital was her being asleep, as once she would wake up she began to wail again. When she left she was taken by a Social Worker--and thus the rest of her life began.

Must be Rouerie

[demibaby]

First Name:Demi
Last Name:Bennett
Age: 16
Appearance: (see signature)
History: When Demi was at the age of 14 her parents passed away in a killing rage. She doesn't know much about it and continues to keep it that way. Her sister, Scarlett, was the one to help her through it.

When Demi turned 15, she was forced to live with her evil aunt. Her aunt thrashed Demi's feelings everywhere. While Scarlett was already at Beauxbatons, Demi counted down the days to get there and away from her aunts abuse. She was beaten and bruised everywhere but it was 'home'.

Finally. 16 years old. Her destiny appeared in front of her. The Beauxbatons castle stood tall and strong. Its structured was defined as royalty. This was her home, her family, her everything. With a dream in Muggle Studies, Demi hopes to become a successful student at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Personality:
Demi may seem nice, but if there is something small wrong with you. She doesn't care what you think of her, nothing is gonna bring her down. Demi is known to be a little sensitive but I doubt you will crush her.

You may not know it, but Demi has conceited written all over her. Now, before she gets selfish she can be optimistic. She is an optimist but sometimes a pessimist. Chatterbox. HUGE Chatterbox. Demi could probably talk for hours about the same topic. So many stories, Demi is bound to finish them.

The only thing some people may not like about Demi is her reluctancy about things. Demi is VERY lazy. She never feels like doing anything. She is very cool to hang out with. Her smile is awesome and her personality could make you rave.

Sample RP:
taken from another siteeee-*

Demi entered the doors of the Mental Facility. She had been dying to work in a facility with children. A breeze of cold air from outside when down her spine. She tucked her arms in to shield the cold from hitting her body. Demi passed a few rooms with students in almost every room. Demi felt such sorrow for the kids and knew she could help make a difference.

Demi had been scrounging around the facility to find the main office. She saw turns and twists and was unsure of which way to go. She finally took a turn by a hall reading "Main Hall" with an arrow pointing west. There was finally a sign that read Main Office. Demi's application in hand and her purse swayed side to side.

Demi saw two seats with embroidered brown leather she took a seat and waited for someone to take her application.

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Must be Sournois

[cocodaminkie]

First Name: Kalinia
Last Name: Hayes
Age: 15
Appearance:
History: Kalinia was a normal child, raised by an over all normal family. Two peer-bloods were who she called her parents. She would of loved to tell everyone that she had a sibling, brother or sister, but if she did she would be lying. Well in all actuality, she had a sister... once. Before she even appreciated her sister's being, she was taken from her. Allenia was her sister's name, and she was taken by a drunk driver. Everyone thought she was well behaved and intelligent, for when she was asked to try drugs or drink, she would turn it away in a blink of an eye; for she knew what it did to you.

She wasn't really your typical teenager though. Of course she liked wearing pink and doing her hair, but she wasn't like the others. Everytime she was around her so called "Friends" she felt awkward, out of place. She never actually had a tight relationship with her mother or father either. They both had expected her to be the perfect little daughter, smart, pretty and be an all over Barbie. But that wasn't her. In the inside, or on the outside.

Suicide was a thought that crossed her mind every day, every time she saw a picture of her grandmother. Patricia Cates. The only person she could really be herself around, the one she could tell everything to, the only one that would actually let her cry on her cashmere sweater, even if she got her black eye-liner and mascara everywhere.
But after she passed away, everything changed.
Kalinia shielded herself away from the world, not showing one bit of emotion to anyone: she was afraid of getting hurt again.

Personality: I guess you could call Kalinia shy, but that was if you didn't know her. If you tried to get to know her, just sat down and really talked to her, she would tell you why she was "shy" and didn't like to talk. Because of her look, everyone thought she didn't like to be approached, so they avoided her at all costs. When she first adopted her look, she wanted to blend in with everyone else. But when she would walk around in public, all eyes were following her. Camera flashes would go off and little kids would point and tug on their mother's sleeves when she passed. Finally she realized that it was better to stand out if you had problems.

That would probably tear anyone else apart from the inside out having people stare and snicker at you, but that only made Kalinia stronger. When kids at school would stare at her and laugh, she plastered a smile on her face and that fire burned brighter then before behind her brown eyes. "Don't mess with me." Are what they told the world.

Kalinia doesn't back down from a challenge, but she won't do anything stupid. She took a risk like that and her heart fell apart for the 2nd time. She never let her guard down: if you tried to pull any kind of move on her, she would beat you to the punch. She never cried: for she had the fear that her make-up would smear.

Sample RP: Glass shot out in all directions as the front door slammed, the girl with the black hair running out into the street. Her eyes were dry but inside tears were pouring out. I hate them she thought as she pressed the small black button on the metal pole. Her hands rubbed her bare arms, creating warmth for a few seconds. She focused on the black and yellow box on the opposite pole, waiting for the white AOL man to pop up, signaling her to walk across the crowded street. Kalinia turned her head, meeting the gaze of a complete stranger, who, like everyone else she ran into, stared at her in wonder and amazement.

"Hairspray." She laughed as she pointed to her hair. The girl sighed and scuffed the blackened cement with her black commando boots. "Good ol' hairspray." She muttered as she felt the sting of the cold air nipping at her cheeks and nose. Her black nose ring felt frozen to the touch. A weak smile crossed her face when she remembered when she came home from getting her nose pierced. Her mom went crazy, not talking to her for a week. But that didn't bother her any, she actually enjoyed that week. "Just need to get a tounge piercing and maybe she won't talk to me for the rest of my life!" She mouthed, remembering how her mother reacted when she heard that come from her only daughter.

Finally the white man appeared in the box as she took a step into the crowded street that was still for three seconds. She glanced back over her shoulder to look at the broken window on the white wooden door of her house. The smile disappeared quickly as she replayed those few past moments in her head. Her father screaming at the top of his lungs because she spent twenty dollars on shoes, her screaming back causing her throat to grow hoarse. No love hung off the walls then, at 11:29 P.M., in the Hayes' household.

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Must be Rouerie