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[lollipop]

Code:First Name:hannah
Last Name:may
Age:13
Appearance: brown eyes and hair
History: maltese
Personality: funny
Sample RP: sugar and spice makes everything nice


Is this serious? This is not acceptable, reread the first post of this thread.

[blizzy101]

First Name: Mary Alice

Last Name: Lapierre

Age: 17

Appearance:

History: From a very young age, Alice learned how to stand up for herself. When she was three years old, her mother Louise, a muggle, died unexpectedly in a car crash on the way to the grocery store, leaving her father to raise not only Alice, but her two brothers as well. Growing up in a house full of boys taught Alice a thing or two about strength and confidence, as she constantly had to defend herself when she was being picked on by her brothers. Not having a mother figure around the house who could understand how she felt and what she thought, Alice had to change her behavior from being the perfect little princess to your everyday average tomboy.

Being the only girl of the family, Alice’s father often gave her anything and everything she wanted, leading her to believe that life would always be that way. However, her brothers often put her in her place and kept her grounded, helping her to grow into a responsible, fun-loving teenager.

Personality: sarcastic: Alice’s sarcasm often results in her getting into LOTS of trouble. Being the only girl and the youngest child, she’s had to rely on her wit and sharp tongue to beat her brothers mentally, as they have a physical advantage over her. People often get the wrong first impression of her because of her sarcasm, but she really means no offense by it.
free-spirited: Alice was somewhat of a tomboy as a young girl, obviously having to try her best to fit in with a household full of boys. She has learned not to care so much about what other people think of her, and thoroughly enjoys embracing herself for who she really is.
stubborn: As a child, Alice found she could get away with practically everything by simply being pig-headed. Some would have called her a brat as a little girl, though she’s mostly grown out of this habit now that she is a teenager. She’s confident in herself which can sometime lead to stubbornness.
loyal: Alice’s friends are friends to the end. They can walk all over her, spit out insults in her direction and even stab her in the back, but as long as she feels a bond between them she’ll never betray a friendship deeply rooted. This is sometimes a downfall as she can tend to be a little over-trusting and likes to see the good in people, sometimes overlooking the bad.

Sample RP: "I’ll race ya to that door and back."

Without even waiting for affirmation, Alice, having decided she was bored, wheeled around and sped off towards the huge door of her own house. Behind her, footsteps thudded, and she didn’t have to turn to know that it was one of her brothers catching up to her heels. With a spurt of laughter, she sped up, willing her feet to go faster, and reached out to touch the doorframe just seconds before him.

Unbeknownst to the poor doomed girl, the floor was wet from recently being cleaned, and as her slender fingers reached out in earnest, she felt the horridly familiar feeling of no longer being connected to the floor. With a sharp yelp, Alice pitched forwards and went careening into the ornate entry, her nose connecting with a sickeningly firm sound to the smooth oaken finish.

She crumpled to the floor, managing a weak giggle already even as she shut her eyes against the pain. "Ooomph," she moaned, bringing her hands up to her bleeding nose. "I think it’s broken," she mourned in a nasally voice, as her concerned brother stopped and bent over her. "Not again."

It was a matter of minutes to perform the routine – a quick, simple healing spell just to stop the bleeding, then a mad dash to get her to their father. "Really," her brother grunted as Alice was led blindly down the hallway, whimpering in pain. "When are you ever going to stop falling into trouble?"

Their father emitted a heavy sigh as soon as the sorry pair trotted into his office, exchanging a knowing glance with Alice’s companion. "Fall off the broom again?" he simpered sympathetically – it was not a bad guess, considering her last two infractions had involved flying, the ground, and a long, spiraling fall.

"Nope," replied Alice's brother, with an obstinate shake of the head. "Wet floor. Ran smack into the door."

Alice managed a nod, trying to stretch her mouth into a grin but ending up in a sort of half smirk, half grimace. "I guess I was just born an oaf," she guffawed, and found herself the nearest chair, sinking down onto the cushion. "Fix me."

Must be Sournois.

[borkenwings]

First Name: Isabella
Last Name: Seldanor
Age: 17

Appearance: Shoulder length black hair, green eyes, usually seen wearing a pair of chuck taylors and TONS of colorful bracelets with black and white clothing to even out the contrast.

History: She was sent a letter when she was about 11 or 12 with an invitation to Beauxbatons. She was elated with joy, knowing that her prayer had been answered as to why all these strange things were happening to her. Like accidentally setting her cat on fire. Without matches or a lighter. There was plenty more where that came from she soon found out. When she gets the letter informing her about witchcraft, she knows she's finally found the answer.

Her mother Henrietta, was joyful as well. Her husband and Bella's father John had the magic ability too. She had always hoped her little girl would be passed the trait.Skillfull drawing and her colorful singing voice had been the only trait Isabella had gotten from her mother.

As she grew up she obtained a few friends here and there. None worth while but they were kind to her.

One study Isabella went after in particular was Care Of Magical Creatures. She always loves to work with creatures no matter how gross and dangerous they could be. If people didn't know better they would think she was a daughter of Hagrid's. She works hard in Divination as well. One of the things she needs work in is Potions. She grew up loving these studies and skills. Being a witch was a joy to Isabella and she couldn't wait to continue on as a ninth term student.

Personality: Bella is very protective of her heart. She is very catious when it comes to boys and flirting. She takes pride in her work and appearance, striving in Art and History in grade school, and now hoping to strive in magic as well. She isn't shy, very talkative. She tries her best to make friends and make her mother proud. She is also very cheery and optimistic. Friendship is her greatest want and need in life.

Sample RP: It was raining when I stepped outside. I didn't care at all to be quite frank. My mother sent me a million goodbye kisses and hugs, saying, "I'll write to you dear!" I simply smiled and nodded. No stopping a mother and her daughter.

My head jerked upright. I shook it a few times to clear the memory. Funny how the dream seemed so real. It felt as if I were in my eleven year old body again, marching to the gates of the academy. I smiled to myself in wonder as I looked outside. Tiny droplets of rain were sliding down the windowpane.

I slowly got out of bed, exhausted and sleepy as ever."

"Oy! Bella you're gonna be late AGAIN!" I heard the familiar voice from downstairs. I raced to put my clothes on and met her on the landing, panting from exhastion.

Must be Cossu

[esh]

First Name: Esh
Last Name: Seabrook
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Esh was born to Kemp and Ara Seabrook, on January 9th. Although he wouldn't have minded having brothers and sisters, his mother suffered an infection that left her unable to bear any more children.

And so Esh grew up the way almost any upper-middle class only child would- a bit spoiled. His every whim and will was carried out by the Seabrooks' house-elf, an ancient old crumpled female named Daffi, but only when he was too lazy to do something himself. Incredibly, Esh was actually quite self-reliant, which pleased his father greatly.

His letter arrived, as expected, shortly before his eleventh birthday, and so his parents took him on a shopping spree in Diagon Alley. In addition to his school supplies and other necessities, for his birthday they presented him with a small tuxedo kitten whom he named Xenos.

Personality: Strengths: Esh is quite self-reliant upon himself, though he is not afraid to ask for help when he needs it. He enjoys a good flight on a broomstick, and especially watching a good fast-paced Quidditch Match. He fully expects to try out as soon as he is old enough.
Weaknesses: : Outspoken (uttered or expressed with frankness or without reserve), Opinionated (obstinate or conceited with regard to the merit of one's own opinions; conceitedly dogmatic), Narrow-Minded (not receptive to new ideas; having a closed mind), Self-Conscious (excessively aware of being observed by others)
Personality: Practical and prudent, Ambitious and disciplined, Patient and careful, Humorous and reserved, Pessimistic and fatalistic, Miserly and grudging

Sample RP: Esh sat in the glen upon the gnarled roots of a tall old weeping willow and gazed into the water, waiting for Dalila. They'd been friends for so long, and she'd been his personal confidante since... well, since forever. He dipped his foot into the brook that trickled past him, and without realizing, began humming a tune to himself. It was a tune he'd heard from a muggle animation film about a girl who adopts an alien. Not too many people could tell just from the looks of him that Esh actually had quite a good singing voice, and enjoyed reading poetry during empty moments like this one.

Your personality must be in paragraph form. Also you need a longer RP Sample.

[ceciliadelacour522]

First Name: Cecilia
Last Name: Delacour
Age: 14

Appearance: Cecilia has big agua eyes with eyelashes that go up to her niclely shaped eybrows. She wears black eyeliner everyday. She has long platinim blonde hair that goes down past her hips with sideswept bangs to the left, and a couple of layers. The reason for her great beauty is becase her mother is a veela, so therefor she is part veela. Cecilia is 5'4. Cecilia loves to wear skinny jeans most days with a dress like white tube top. You would say she is a mixture of preppy and punk.

History: Cecilia was born and raised in Edinburough until she was 5. Then she and her mother moved to France to get away from the abusive father that would come home drunk every night and beat Cecilia and her mother. They managed to buy a nice apartment just outside of Paris. Cecilia knew her mother was a witch and expected to go to Hogwarts since she was of british heritage and that her mother went there as well. But she was in for a nasty shock when she didn't recieve an acceptance letter. But then on that fateful day she recieved a letter from Beauxbatons! But she and her mother were happy either way.

Personality: Cecilia is a very sweet and down-to-earth person. Not a typical stuckup veela. She is very smart and is always willing to give up everything to help. She is also very outgoing and makes frends easily. But every now and again she can be a big trouplemaker.

Sample RP: "Quick, We need to run, I hear Madame Maxime coming!"
My best friend Chrissy and I snuck out out of their dorms at 1 in the morning. We decided that we were going to see if the great sorceress Esme was really buried in the dungeons. Chrissy and I took off our loud high heeled uniform shoes and ran. My long blonde hair trailing behind me while Chrissy's wavy brown hair bounced behind her. You could here the headmistresses loud steps shortly behind. We ran through a big door not realizing what was behind, and came face to face with........ Esme.

First, you must fix your display name. It has to match the name you give in your application. Secondly you may not use the last name Delacour, its in the rules. In your history you talked a little bit about her past, but you need to elaborate more on it. For example you talked about being a veela in the appearance, why not in the history? I have also noticed a lot of spelling errors, watch for those and use spell check. Your personality seems too perfect, she must have more flaws than that, possibly elaborate on the troublemaker part.

[foreverdawn]

First Name: Jennie
Last Name: Polomine
Age: 16

Appearance: i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll279/beastxleigh/celebrities/Alexis_Bledel.jpg

History: Jennie was only ten when she received the letter. She was greatly anticipating the letter, already knowing due to the fact her parents were both magic related making her a pure blood.

Of course it was very hard to say goodbye to the loved ones she would leave behind, including the many friends she had made in grade school. Jennie was born in Dijon which would mean she would have to travel by train to get to Beauxbatons. Jennie was born with a twin brother, but when they were both four he was lost to a horrible car accident on the freeway. SHe doesn't remember him much, but it's still a touchy subject for her parents.
But unlike most purebloods, they do not look down upon those less fortunate families. In fact, her mother worked in the muggle department in the ministry of magic, just like Ron Weasley's father did.

They have a fair amount of money and it's fair to say that Jennie can be a little spoiled at times, but she does certainly have good chracter and manners. As Jennie got older, growing up as an exceptional student, striving in her studies, she anticipates another year in her favorite place.

Personality: Jennie is very talkative. She likes to express her opinions and feelings alot, and sometimes it doesn't always work out. She is very creative and spends alot of time writing in journals and scribbling nonsense in her textbooks (which is usually frowned upon, but she doesn't care much). She loves to be around animals, and still manages to take care of her kitten, Codlies. She isn't always exactly honest, but she is very empathetic. For example, if she sees someone in pain, she will feel the need to comfort them, even if they are a mere stranger.

Sample RP: Jennie loved the sound of the familiar crunching leaves underfoot. The forest. One of her favorite getaways. She looked over her shoulder to see a tall dark haired boy staring at her in a manner that made her want to squirm away from his eyesight.

"Er, can I help you?"

Your RP Sample isn't long enough.

[shingatyou]

First Name:Star

Last Name: Lang

Age: 16

Appearance: Star has a very different look from any other emo she as a mysterious look about her. She always dresses in black and she always has her dark chocolate brown hair in her face. She is also tan, which is weird because she hardly sees the sun. 5'9" is her height, which isn’t very tall in her family. Star also has all the right curves for a girl’s body, but whenever she catches someone’s eyes she doesn’t flaunt it she just lets things unfold. She appears skinny and weak to may but even tho she is skinny, she is far from weak. In the summer she teaches a karate class, and a self-defense class also.

History: At home she has an abusive father, and a mother who ran away from her at age 3. Star also has 3 brothers but they live with their grandparents in Italy. Her father reminds her that he blames her for her mom going away every night when he gets drunk. As a kid she had to take up responsibilities that her siblings wouldn’t, so everything her mom did.

Personality: Star is fun loving, adventurous, outgoing, laid back, always looking for a laugh, mean at times, and very literal. When star sees some ones down she tries to get them back on their feet, and be happy. But when some one messes with one of her friends she immediately gets steamed, and fights them back. Whenever she finds someone that she can be friends with, she goes for it, with out thinking, this has gotten her hurt a few times but she always bounces right back up. Star is also very random, one moment you’ll be talking about one thing and the next she has you talking about a whole new subject. She also gets very hyper at random moments, people ask her all the tome if she has ADD ADHD or OCD, some have even asked her if she was Bi-polar; she’s not.

Sample RP: Star groggily got out of bed, pain shot up her arm and her ribs hurt too. She slowly walked over to the mirror, and lifted her shirt. There on her ribs was a black and blue bruise, and she was pretty sure her arm was broke. Star put on a fresh change of clothes, which consisted of black under armor and an Aiden t-shirt over it. She then slipped into some skinny-legged jeans and her converse. When she had put her make up on she went down stairs to the living room where her dad was passed out cold. She quietly picked up the beer cans and put them in the recycling bin, then she walked out of her front door and across the street to her friends house. She walked in and went into the kitchen where the whole family sat. “Karen? Could I ask you to do something for me?” Star asked as she sat next to Dallas.
“Of course sweetie, anything.” Karen kindly said to her as she walked over to her. The rest of the family was chatting away. Star slowly lifted the sleeve of her shirt to show her arm and Karen gasped. “Did he do this last night hun?” Star nodded and Karen refereed to her dad as “it” or “he”.
Karen pulled out her wand and whispered a few words and it started to heal. Star winced as she felt it come back together. Dallas just smiled at her then went back to talking with his brother. Even tho Dallas was transferring to Hogwarts they were still the best of friends.

Everything is fine but the History section. Why did her mom leave when she was 3? Why does her brothers live with her grandmother? If its because the fathers abusive then why doesn't she live with the grandmother as well? Just elaborate on the History.

[crazyaboutyou]

First Name:Gracie

Last Name:Grenevere

Age:16

Appearance:
Genevieve Cortese

History: Gracie lives at two homes when she isn't at school. Her parents are divorced ,and so she must travel to see them both. First, during holiday mostly, she lives with her mother, Elizabeth, her brother Elijah, and her sister Emme, in her mother's sea side house in Le Havre, France. On this house, they have a small vineyard and they host many events. Gracie loves to go and play her guitar in the courtyard of the vineyard.

Her father's house, which she stays in during short holidays and sometimes Christmas, is in London, England. It is a nice little house. There, with her father and his new wife Jessibel, Gracie enjoys quite time alone from the crazy hectic world. At both places, Gracie hangs out with her friends in the towns and cities. She can speak both English and French fluently, and she can speak broken Spanish and Latin.

Gracie's ambistions after the crazy school life are either to become a healer or to live quietly at home with a family of her own. She also loves to play and write her own songs, so I believe she wants to have a few of those on a record deal some day.

Personality:Gracie is a multi-tasking girl who loves friends. She will never say no to an adventure and is always open for suggestions on how to live her life. She loves to be free from everything and crazy at times, but then she can be quiet and well tempered, sometimes even, if I go so far to say, "normal".

Gracie mostly expresses herself through her music, making songs na dhaving fun with friends. She is always smiling, and usually happy. With her excited spirit and hunger for andventure, you will never be bored.

Then again, Gracie can have a soft, well spoken side. Sometimes, if you catch her on an off day, you may get a glimpse of her being sad. She mever crys unless something is truly wrong, but usually she is upbeat and jubilant.

Sample RP: Gracie walked into the Owlery of Beauxbatons to find herself at a bit of a dismay. The sky was cloudy, and there was soft, white snowflakes, drifting to the ground. She had been late with her annual letters to her parents. Since they weren't together, she had to write many seperate letters. This meant more time making the letters, and less time to have her own way at the magnificent school. But as all good daughters are, she had written the letters in the only free time she found at the large school. From being in class to hanging with friends to trying to find a nice place to sit and write her songs, Gracie found it hard to even breath let alone write 4 letters.

Yes, why four? Well, there was one for her father, one fore her mother, and two separate ones for her brother and sissy. As to this, she had two owls, not one. The one only spoke French, while the other only spoke English.

As Gracie made it to the top of the Owlery's cold, icy stairs, she called to her birds.

"Descendre Crépuscule", she called to her bird sunset, "Firefly... come here!!!", she then called to her other bird. Both fluttered down and landed on a pillar. She then gave them both letters and sent them on there way. As they took off into the snowy, frostbitten sky, she couldn't help but become jealous of them. They could go home, to her family and to her other friends, but she couldn't. She pushed this thought from her mind as she decended the stairs. As she did so, she bumped into someone she didn't know.

"Excusez-moi...Pardon...",she said... then she forgot she was speaking in french and said, Sorry... sorry... " as she passed the person.

Your display name must match the name in your application.

[regan]

First Name: Regan
Last Name: Bisson
Age: 15
Appearance: here
History: Regan Verrin Bisson was born on August 3rd in Calvados, France. The chubby baby girl was the second to be born to parents Linette and Adrien Bisson. Because she already had two children, and rambunctious boys nonetheless (Blaise who was 5 and Sidney who was 2), Linette had become accustomed to being a homemaker while Adrien worked at the French Ministry of Magic dealing with International Magic affairs (meaning that he traveled often and was usually only home two weeks per month).

Regan’s childhood was a fairly easy one filled with summers spent by the sea shore and winters drinking hot cocoa by the fire. The little girl loved to tag along with her brothers and play with them. Blaise was considerably overprotective of the girl but Sidney was just the opposite. He was outrageously bossy to his sister and she avoided her as much as possible. Lucky for her, when she was three years old, there was a new addition to the Bisson family. Regan absolutely adored her new sister, Célie Bisson. She was tiny, adorable baby and when she grew older, Regan thought she was the perfect size to be a dress-up doll.

The year Regan turned six was a fairly busy one. Not only did Blaise go away to school (it was his first year at Beauxbatons) but Linette also had a baby boy (named Jean after his grandfather). Regan also began finding herself, at this time, being lost in the chaos of everything around her. Thankfully, she was able to deal with it (the lack of attention or recognition) quite well. Finally, she gained recognition a few years later when it was her time to head out to Beauxbatons.
Personality:

[/u] – Whenever Linette Bisson was looking for scissors or string or paint or brushes, the first person she went to was Regan. The lanky girl was always looking for new, innovative things to make and do. Now that she is older, Regan has taken a liking to more “sophisticated” arts such as painting and sketching. She’s even made her own soap.
>>selfless – Although it’s a stereotype of the middle child, Regan really is a people pleaser. She always thinks of others before herself and is slow to judge them. Her sweet personality and desire to help others is a character quality that is absolutely adored by her mother.
>>pushover – Many times the naïve fifteen year old has experienced people taking advantage of her. Unfortunately, she really isn’t that strong of a person to stand up to them. She just tends to fall back into the shadows.
>>talkative – Regan is an extremely friendly person, almost too much so. She can make a conversation about anything with anyone. “Your socks are dirty? Well isn’t that frustrating. You know what else is frustrating?” And so on.[/ul]
Sample RP: The summer was an absolutely gorgeous time in Calvados. The sun made everything look golden and the wind pouring through the tall grass made it look like the sea. Although she loved this scene, Regan couldn’t help but feel a longing for change. The lanky blonde felt antsy and was more than ready to experience a new home, life, and family. Fifteen years in the same place could get very exhausting!

Regan woke up at four o’clock that morning to the sound of her mother’s gentle voice. “Reeee-gan. Wake up, sweetie.” She said before planting a kiss on the girl’s cheek. Although she was only trying to be nice, most of the Bisson children hated when Linette woke them up this way. The rest of the day was typically complaints and grouchiness. It was a good thing that Regan was a morning person.

After throwing on her clothes for the day (a white shirt and high-wasted skirt with yellow flats) the blonde hurried downstairs and out the door. The morning sky was darker than Regan had expected it to be and the air was colder as well. She pulled her dark jacket tighter around her body and ducked her head so that the wind could not catch her blonde locks and blow them around frivolously. In his hands, her father clutched the ends of her hideous brown trunk (filled with books and clothes and various other trinkets) and tossed it into the trunk of the family’s old muggle station wagon (they did live in a wizardless region so it would be absolutely mad for them to pile on brooms and fly all the way to Beauxbatons).

The next few minutes were filled with hugs and goodbyes. Célie and Jean were staying home with Linette while Adrien, Regan, and Sidney were driving the long trip toward Beauxbatons. “Have a good first year, Regan!” Linette called out as the girl climbed into the faded blue car. After only a few more seconds of waving and blowing kisses, the vehicle was down the driveway and out of site.[/size]

Must be Cossu

[pety]

First name: Traistaru

Last name: Petronela Cristina

Age: 23

Appearance:
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History:
Pety is the daughter of Georgeta and a Paul.She grew up in Giurgiu and Bucharest. Her mother died. She has an older bsister. She always loved the flowers and the pets.She loved to make adventure.All people love her.

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

Virtue loves to make friends, and loves to learn. She is very smart, and has a positive attitude about everything. There is never a time you would see this girl without a smile on her face.

Sample RP:
I am the love and you are the time

To do something well you have to like it. That idea is not exactly novel. We've got it down to four words: "Do what you love." But it's not enough just to tell people that. Doing what you love is complicated.The very idea is foreign to what most of us learn as kids. When I was a kid, it seemed as if work and fun were opposites by definition. Life had two states: some of the time adults were making you do things, and that was called work; the rest of the time you could do what you wanted, and that was called playing. Occasionally the things adults made you do were fun, just as, occasionally, playing wasn't—for example, if you fell and hurt yourself. But except for these few anomalous cases, work was pretty much defined as not-fun.And it did not seem to be an accident. School, it was implied, was tedious because it was preparation for grownup work.

The world then was divided into two groups, grownups and kids. Grownups, like some kind of cursed race, had to work. Kids didn't, but they did have to go to school, which was a dilute version of work meant to prepare us for the real thing. Much as we disliked school, the grownups all agreed that grownup work was worse, and that we had it easy.

Teachers in particular all seemed to believe implicitly that work was not fun. Which is not surprising: work wasn't fun for most of them. Why did we have to memorize state capitals instead of playing dodgeball? For the same reason they had to watch over a bunch of kids instead of lying on a beach. You couldn't just do what you wanted.

I'm not saying we should let little kids do whatever they want. They may have to be made to work on certain things. But if we make kids work on dull stuff, it might be wise to tell them that tediousness is not the defining quality of work, and indeed that the reason they have to work on dull stuff now is so they can work on more interesting stuff later.

Once, when I was about 9 or 10, my father told me I could be whatever I wanted when I grew up, so long as I enjoyed it. I remember that precisely because it seemed so anomalous. It was like being told to use dry water. Whatever I thought he meant, I didn't think he meant work could literally be fun—fun like playing. It took me years to grasp that.

Your display name needs to match the name in your application. Also you need to add more to your History section.

[harley]

First Name: Harley Kay
Last Name: Skye
Age:16
Appearance:

History:
Harley Kay Skye was born on Christmas day in Ireland in 1991. Her mother, Kate, and her father, Galen, were very happy, considering the fact that they had been trying to have a child for the past two years. One could only imagine the joy that they had been expressing the day that they had little Harley. Harley was a fun-loving child. Always curious, and always expressed her emotions like most children did. She liked to travel and absolutely adored animals. She was an only child and they lived in a small, isolated area, so she had to rely on her animal friends and any near-by neighbors for company.

One day, there was a fire. Harley was ten at the time. It started in the neighbors barn and then spread over to the Skye’s land, taking everything imaginable with it. Animals, their home, and her father. Luckily, Harley and her mother, Kate, made it out of their burning home just barely alive. However, her father didn’t. The roof collapsed on top of him, just as the child and the mother were making their way out of the house. Harley thought that that would have been the worst day of her life. Little did she know, the worst had yet to come.

Kate and Harley decided to move to England, when she was twelve and leave everything behind. Instead of grieving the loss of her dead husband, Kate thought that it may have been better to just forget the pain and start a new life. Harley thought otherwise. She didn’t see how anyone could just forget someone that they loved and had been with for so long. Eventually, she stopped feeling altogether. Her emotions went blank and her life became to simple. Get up, go to school, come home, eat, go to bed-and do it all over again the next day. Her mother noticed her nonchalant behavior and decided to get her involved in activities. Anything to get her to be the lovable child that she once was before. She tried to get Harley involved in cheerlead-big no! The cheerleaders were mainly the popular girls that everyone liked. Harley kept to herself most of the time. It didn’t go. Her mother tried to convince her to take up gymnastics, football [soccer], and even baseball. Nothing physical fit Harley.

When Harley did find her passion, it was with art. Music and Photography mainly. Because she traveled a lot when she was a child, she saw so much scenery. Harley wanted to see it all. Painting it and snapping shots of it would keep the memory alive forever. That way she didn’t need to forget. Music, however, blocked everything out. It opened doors in her mind and relaxed her.

On Harleys fifteenth birthday, she received a digital camera. A real camera that real photographers took pictures with. A few days later, she decided to go and really test it out. Harley took pictures of anything picturesque. Homeless, animals, even nature. Somehow, she ended up staying out far later than usual. During that time, it got dark early, so she wanted to rush home before her mother got upset. Harley hadn’t even gotten halfway home before a dark cloaked figure limped its way into an alley. Curiously, Harley followed after. Peering through the darkness, she saw a man kneeling. Was he hurt? Harley sure thought he was. Thoughtfully, she went over to ask what was wrong. Harley was emotionless, not heartless. Instead of getting a complete answer, the creature lunged at the teenage girl and sunk its fangs into her neck, leaving her there to die.

She eventually made it home and stayed in bed the next few days. Her mother thought that she was sick, she knew otherwise. Harley had strange reactions and headaches to light and some foods that her mother cooked. Pretty soon, she had no reflection in the mirror as well. That could only mean one thing. But Harley tried to deny it for as long as she could. That only went for a month, before her mother found out. Kate ended up opening the door one evening, while Harleys fangs had grown to be chin-length. Harley was experimenting to see how long she could make her fangs. At first, her mother didn’t know what to think. She couldn’t call anyone. She’d already lost her husband and she wasn’t going to lose her child. Calling someone might result in having the government take her away to experiment on her or something. Kate decided that she would just have to find a way to live with it ,even though the neighbors were already a little suspicious.

And then the letter came.

Kate opened the door one morning to find a letter on her step. It was labeled Beauxbatons and it was to Harley. She brought it to her child without hesitation. They read the letter over three times to ensure that it wasn’t a dream or something. No. Beauxbatons was, in fact, real. And they both new that it was the only place that Harley could go and live a good life. Eventually, they settled on the idea of going to Beauxbatons and Harley packed her bags for the trip…

Personality:
Well, lets start with her good character traits.
♥ Creative.
♥ Caring.
♥ Loyal.
♥ Intelligent.

Harley is kind and caring, especially to the people she trusts. If she trusts someone, she feels that she can be loyal to them. She is open to meeting new people, but chooses her friends wisely. She is quiet and very observant, meaning she can tell you things about yourself that you hardly recognize. She doesn’t judge people based on their past or pre-judge them. Harley is creative and individual when it comes to work.

Now, lets go over the bad character traits. Nobody is perfect.
♥ Stubborn.
♥ Curious.
♥ Push-over
♥ Procrastinator.

When Harley wants something done right or is trying to prove a point, she won’t give up. She can be so stubborn sometimes. At the same time, she is the biggest pushover ever. Sometimes, people end up walking all over her until she finally snaps. One character trait that she’s had all her life is her curiousity. It definitely left an imprint on her. One of her biggest flaws is the fact that she is a procrastinator. With schoolwork, she is creative and individual, but only if she wants to do it. Sometimes, she pushes things off until the last minute and finds herself cramming or trying to figure something out the night before the test or event takes place.

Sample RP:

There was a small breeze as the young woman stepped into the dead silent dungeons. Even though it looked as if it could have been paved with hard cement, the floor creaked as she walked. The walls were a dark, dull-ish color, only influencing her mood. It looked as if the place had been abandoned for quite some time. She certainly wished that she’d had her camera with her at the moment. It looked….different somehow. Harleys eyes fell on a glop of mold growing on the wall and she winced. It was definitely dirtier than most places. She couldn’t see herself actually cleaning it thought, or wanting to clean it. Harley Skye would have been a terrible maid. Cleaning was not her thing and cooking….well, she didn’t really have to cook her meals. Being at Beauxbatons only made it easier for her to live. The sides of the dungeons were lined with glowing torches of fire and an occasional red splatter. The dungeons appearance only drew the girl deeper. There were many turns and twists and it would have been a pity for someone to get themselves lost down there. There would have been no guarantee that they would have made it out any time soon [or before they died]. The thought made the young woman glance back. Surely, she could have made her way out of the dungeons on her own, considering the fact that she was a vampire now and her sense were much sharper. Still, she needed more time to adjust to it.

The teenager was dressed in a pair of dark skinny jeans, and a striped teal and black hoodie that covered her blue and white striped tank. The day hadn’t been important at all, so there was no need to dress fancy. Her converses made a light tap, tap sound as she continued further down the passageway. Another breeze blew by and she smirked. Apparently, there was someone else down in the dungeons with her. She wasn’t alone. Harley shrugged. She should have been naïve for even thinking that. Such a big school; only one dungeon. It was probably where most people went to get some quiet, or thrill. Maybe even a place to be mischievous and frighten people. . It was only natural for another student to be lingering down here as well during the nighttime. She glanced down at her wrist, suddenly remembering that she didn’t even own a watch. The girl knew that it was probably late. If the character in the dungeons with her had been a teacher, then she was definitely in for it. Judging by how long she had been exploring the school, it was probably somewhere around midnight. She ran her fingers through her long dark hair and sighed. Another boring night, Harley thought. And it was true. Yes, there was silence. But there were no people to talk to. She hadn’t even thought to bring a book to read.

So, here she was.

In the dark, dungeons all alone, wondering where all of the people were. A sigh escaped her lips again and she almost doubled back but a swift movement caught her eye. Someone ahead of her was just rounding the corner. Apparently, she had gotten deeper into the dungeons because her feet no longer made the small tap, tap sound. Surely, the person didn’t know that she was there-right behind them. They probably would have said something, right? Or at least acknowledged the fact that she was there, behind them. Harley frowned and leaned up against the wall. She flinched and pressed onward when she remembered the glob of mold that had been growing.




Must be Cossu

[blacktruth]

First Name: Deacon
Last Name: Tobias
Age: 19
Appearance:



History: Deacon Tobias was the first and only child of Demetrius and Jenna Tobias. He started out being quite am average, happy child, like most do, unaffected by the world around them as they aren’t used to it yet, but his father’s unmistakeable and ultimately very cold ways changed him into an unhappy, stone hearted, little boy. This totally terrified his poor mother, but it couldn’t be helped considering his father was his only male influence, his mother having pushed her family away and his father’s family being non-existent anymore.

Jenna was certain Deacon would either turn out like his father or like how her own father and brothers had been. There wasn’t much of a difference between the set of them. She would frequently argue with Demetrius to change his ways and be a better influence on their son and she didn’t want him to go through what either of them had been through. The arguments drove Demetrius insane, but not quite literally. He would try to tolerate Jenna on his good days and on his bad days, he’s throw her around the house like she was nothing.

Being young, Deacon couldn’t possibly contemplate why his father would act in the way he did to his mother, but at the end of it all, his mother would always come to him and tell him everything was okay and that daddy didn’t mean to be the way he was, it was just in his blood. At the time, Deacon didn’t realise what was in his father’s blood was also in his own – the Vampyr side of him didn’t really start to develop until he was five years old and he always had the overwhelming urge to bite anything human that came near him, including his mother.

As Deacon got older, he became more accustomed to his father’s rampages, going to his favourite hiding place in the dark and dismal cupboard under the stairs, looking out through the grate in the door, listening for his opportunity to come back out again, without putting himself in the firing range of his father’s anger. He didn’t know that the last time he would have to hide under the stairs, he would be seven years old and it would all end in his mother’s horrific death. He witnessed every moment of it, but what could he do, being only seven, except sit back and let it happen?

Time passed by and not once did Demetrius mourn the death of Jenna. He slipped back into his old routine, luring woman back to the house in order to use them and send them on their way again. This angered Deacon, who quickly grasped the concept of it all, understanding completely what was going on. His father never tried to hide anything, always being very blunt in everything he said to Deacon. He often referred to his mother as ‘better off dead’, it meant he could ‘do what [Demetrius] pleased’.

When Deacon was sixteen, he finally decided he had had enough and decided to try and make it on his own in the world. Leaving the house in the midst of a raging argument with his father, swearing he would be back for him, Deacon only took with him the clothes on his back, one bag to his own possessions and the memory of everything that ever happened in that house. He would be back as soon as he found the power within him to return there and seek vengeance on his father for something he should have been punished for long before.

To this day, Deacon wishes he had done something, anything, to have tried to stop his father killing his mother, even if it meant his father killing him first, only to go on and kill his mother anyway. At least he wouldn’t have had to live with the guilt that way. Instead, he had left it until he was sixteen to even consider doing anything. He ended upi choosing his studies over worrying about the creep, continuing to live with his aunt and cousin, Carmen and Daniel Noir, and trying to advance through Beauxbatons.

Personality: Deacon tries not to be one to judge others as he doesn't like to be judged himself, particularly considering what he is. If he feels that something is wrong, it isn't often he will voice his own concern. He tries to put the bad things out of his mind as he believes anything could either make him considerably better or worse. He has always been quite self assured, never relying on anyone properly because ‘if a job’s worth doing, it’s worth doing yourself’. This ultimately makes him seem very arrogant, which most of the time is an intentional quirk. He can also seem very cold on the surface.

Deacon has a few personality quirks. He tends to clench his jaw and grind his teeth when he gets extremely riled, but wants to keep quiet about it. He has always tried to stay very calm on the surface in order to stop people reading his emotions too easily. He has always seemed like a loner, which hasn’t proved a good thing as his life (or at least death) continued. Continuing to shut himself away meant that he didn’t make any permanent connections and those that he tried to make ended up dying in the end anyway.

Sample RP: Deacon slipped down the side of the bookshelf, his back pressed against the solid wood behind him. He ended up sat on the floor, legs pulled up towards him, feet apart, his robes spread around him. He placed his book between his feet, open on the chapter he had been reading last time and was now in the process of scribbling notes all over it. It was a wonder that the librarian hadn’t come along and told him off for writing in the book. It was his own book though, and it was pretty old, so he wasn’t really feeling in the slightest bit guilty.

He ran a hand back through his hair in thought, resting his head back against the bookshelf, biting his lip. He should be doing this in his room or something. Anyone could come by and look at what he was reading and writing about. It wasn’t anything to do with school, so why was he doing it here? He’d had all summer to mess around doing this. Why now did he choose to do it? It was a pretty dangerous subject for him to suddenly take an interest in, one he’d hidden from Carmen the best he could, even from Daniel too, for that matter.

He lifted his head every so often to scan the large, darkening room. Vampyr sight was a plus in situations like this. It was darkening and the new librarian didn’t seem to like wasting good magic on candles, so it was easy for Deacon’s eyes to adjust to the dark and see as if it was day. He knew the second any candles were lit, he’d have to go find somewhere else to sit or it would feel like his eyes were burning. He had spent all summer becoming attuned to his Vampyr side, to some advantage of his own.

Deacon shifted where he was sat. Something about what he was reading was starting to make him feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was the images that moved around within the newspaper clippings that were stuck all over the page he had ended up on. Something about seeing someone, who looked exactly like he did, being referred to as a ‘convict’ and a ‘murderer’ made his blood run colder than usual. Why had he chosen his family’s past to jump into all of a sudden? He flipped the book shut, dropping his quill on top of it. He’d had enough.

All he’d be left thinking about now was himself being arrested for killing a whole bunch of people, which wasn’t a good omen, considering he was a Vampyr and would be out of the controlled environment of the school by the end of the year. The ‘controlled environment’ probably wouldn’t stop him either. It hadn’t stopped Tom Riddle at Hogwarts in the past, why would it stop him now? His scowl deepened as he shook his head. If he thought any more negatively, then it probably would happen. He couldn’t have that. There were too many people in the school he knew and cared about. If he lost it, he’d lose them.

Must be Sournois

[mintacea]

First Name:
Harlow
Last Name:
Hennessy
Age:
Seventeen
Appearance:
Click here! - Playby Ramiele Malubay
History:
Harlow Francesca Hennessy was born May 3rd, 1991 to Science and Deo Hennessy in Sri Lanka, India. She was the rambunctious third and the only girl in her family.Her brothers (Spencer, five, and Jerry, three) were proud of their baby sister, as every child is when they have a new sibliing. Years later the two would learn how to hate Harlow on a regular basis. Harlow was brought home from the hospital three days later but was taken care of by a nanny most of the time since her mother Science, being a witch, needed to attend her job as a shopkeeper in Diagon Alley. She needed to commute to Britain often so a nanny and Harlow's father Deo were in the picture until she was three. Deo, a lycanthropy, worked in the Muggle world as a physician. When Science was home, she based her life on being "the perfect housewife" or "the perfect mother."

When Harlow was three, the family moved to France so Science could be closer to her worktown and could be home more often. Spencer was nine years old at the time, so he was told about his inherited powers. When Jerry was nine, he was sworn to secrecy about his unique abilities as well. Science and Deo wanted to keep it a secret from their daughter until she was old enough to "handle the truth." Besides, Harlow was interested in music and social life. From her parents' eye, she was perfectly fine. As soon as Harlow learned that she wasn't fully human, she became eager to share her power with her best friends. She then was lectured about the secrecy of her powers, which was quite disappointing but fair.They instructed her to act like she was before, randomly belting out songs and being a big sack of hyped-up energy.

When Harlow was in fourth grade, Spencer was whisked away with his mother to attend Hogwarts (after getting a letter, of course). There was a bit of brotherly tension between Spencer and Jerry, so Deo flew over to Bulgaria to drop off Jerry at Durmstrang after receiving an acceptance letter. Let's bring in the nanny again. It lasted for only a week but it felt like torture. The nanny acted like Harlow was a retarded kindergartener, pronouncing things really slowly like "Would. You. Like. A. Coloring. Book?" and overpronoucing vowels. Harlow would calmly reply, "I know how to speak English, lady." Seven years had passed since then and she received a letter to attend Beauxbatons.
Personality:
Harlow is a tomboy. She lives, breathes, and eats the life of a skatergirl. Saturday afternoon, when you'd see most girly girls her age at the mall gawking at boys and purchasing makeup, you'd find her at a skate park going up and down ramps with her cousins. She can be a bit girly/flirty when it comes to cute boys, but other times she's just one of the guys. She can be a bit boastful at times, too. Boasting that she's the best artist in her class. Boasting that she's the best singer in her family. I think you get it.

Harlow can also be a bit... glutton-ish. Hogging everything that's good in life to herself. She's really creative, though. Drawing, writing, singing... art is basically life. Sit her down to write and three days later, when you'd come back to see what she has, she wouldn't be done with the first chapter yet. When given the opportunity, she'll draw for whoever will pay attention (which is why she makes her drawings large, random, flashy, and colorful). She can be a bit envious at times, too. If her best friend gets the limelight a bit more times than herself, she'd be... angry. But yeah. That's about it.
Sample RP:

lorenzomariel
i'd rather ride in a chevy truck than a ferrari
give me a cheeseburger; i ain't eating no calamari
i'm just a small town girl
and that's all i'll ever be
i'm just a small town girl
hey, that's alright with me

Crunch. Lorenzo's bare feet snapped a long, moist twig as she dipped her toes in the lake. As soon as her foot touched the water, she jerked it back out. It was so hot, even the lake water was boiling. She sighed. There was nothing else to cool her off. The lake was her last resort. She wasn't a good-enough witch to create a gust of wind. Her fingers threaded through her hair as she pulled her reddish-brown locks into a ponytail. She paused, letting one hand drop to her pocket to search for something to hold up the ponytail. Drat. Nothing. In defeat, she let the ponytail fall. She walked back to her hot pink Converse sneakers. She slipped them on and tied the bright orange laces into a knot. She never went any further than that.

Lorenzo's stomach grumbled. She hadn't eaten anything since lunchtime, and it was already nine p.m. She smoothed out her plaid sweater vest and adjusted her Power Rangers T-Shirt. Her white Bermudas clung to her thighs, wet. Her brown eyes darted around, pondering. Dinner was already finished and there was no way that she was gonna ask one of those poor, mistreated House Elves for a snack. Maybe someone would get her something at the pub. "Milkshake." The word barely escaped her lips, her throat was just so dry. She swallowed what was left of her saliva, licked her lips, and sped out of the forest. Branches scraped her tan arms and leaves flew around the fourteen-year-old witch as she kicked up the golden-and-green foliage. She finally burst out of the clump of trees and searched around excitedly for the small pub.

The pub finally came to Lorenzo's sight and she skipped towards the shack, making little pit-pat noises as her sneakers slapped against the recently-rained-on grass. She put her hands on the wooden door and slowly pushed it open, careful not to knock the fragile plank over. She wove through the crowd, her knobby knees shaking as she tried not to go kaput with the flying wizards' spells catapulting through the air. She finally got pushed by the bar. "Milkshake, please," she gasped, forking over some money. A chocolate milkshake was pushed into her hands and she turned back to the dark abyss which was known as the crowd. It was impossible to find a table... until an empty table was found. Oh drat. It was occupied. But there was no where else. She pursed her lips and shyly forced herself over to the table. "Excuse me, can I sit here?" she asked timidly to the girl who sat at the table. "There's no where else and-" She slightly leaned closer. "You're from Cossu, too, right?" she asked, wanting to know who the girl was before handing over her name.

"Commuting" in the wizarding world would most likely be by Floo Network, which isn't a commute at all really. Second, if they all live in france ALL of the siblings would go to Beauxbatons, no matter what. Sorry. I know you tried to make it interesting but in this case all of the siblings would be going to Beauxbatons.

I'll sort you anyways though.

Must be Cossu.

[nightmares]

Name: Celine

Last Name: Tangorra

Blood: Half Mermaid Half Witch

Wand: 12''inch veela hair with a mermaids scale, cheery wood

History: Celine was born in a rich family that each held many talents such as singing;drawing;speaking different languages and making their own spells.

Her mother's side were mermaids as her father a Pure-Blooded wizard, they both found eachother in France as Celine was also born and raised there. Her father was very rich and because her mother had such a fondness of treasure hunting she found gold coins in the bottom of a cave, leading them to be a very wealthy family in the end.

Celine was a beautiful child and the younger sister of Jenetta Tangorra whom is 19. When Celine was little she always didn't know what to do with herself, always feeling out of place. So insted of standing inside the crowd, she remained outside with her sister and her one best friend Loriana Morsheil.

Her parents told her to not judge a book by it's cover and always listen and pay attention. Her mother went to an all girls mermaids school as her father Beaxbatons, where she will be attending also along side her sister.

Even though Celine has been told to keep an open mind on people she seems to be not very open at all.

Also because her mother is a mermaid she has been raised to know many languages. So Celine has been taught the language of French, English, Spanish, and German so far.

Personality: Celine can be very cold at times for a girl with mermaid blood in her vains. She likes to be alone and isn't one for big gatherings/partys.

Celine is a dreamer and is very creative, she likes to write poetry and lyrics as her drawings are very impressive.

She also can be cold at first but once you get to know her more she is a very loyal and kind friend. She cares for the few friends she has and doesn't bug alot.

Celine is a very good listener and can give quite good advice, she always speaks her mind and, it depends on the mood, but she can also cause quite a havic at times.

She also has a very beautiful voice but is to shy to let anyone hear her, so insted of singing infront of many people. She sings when she is alone.

Apperance: For someone with such creativity she has a very rebellious look. Pith black, shoulder length black hair. Small pouty lips and gorgeous silver eyes. Celine also has a piercing in the centre bottom of the lip and one inbetween [at the top, bridge of the nose] the eyes.
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Sample RP: Celine sat on the nice green grass while the wind blew all around her, making her hair slightly sway to each side.
Her drawing pencil and paper were in her lap as she was sketching out the beautiful, crystal clear lake that was infront of her.

Celine sighed and droped the pencil while taking a glance up to see Jenetta, her older sister. She smiled down at her and then sat beside her on her right.

"You don't have to worry all the time you know, like mum says 'good friends come in small sizes, bad friends come in large packets'" Celine shook her head, she wasn't worried about making friends, she was worried if she will make ever come out of her shy shell.

Sighing she layed down onto the grass, her drawings on the left side of her. Her older sister followed her movements as they just gazed up at the clouds.

"Jenetta, whats it like?" Celine asked in a whisper.

In return she got a hum.

"Whats it like to have lots of friends, be liked by people and not afraid to do something without a worry?" Jenetta turned her head to the side, making her strawberry blonde hair crinkle all around her and spred throughout the grass.

"Celine, I would tell you but I can't speak for you, you have to find out for youself. Just have more faith in yourself and you'll be fine" With that last statement Jenetta made she got onto her feet and looked down at Celine.

Holding out her hand, Celine looked at it then took it to be helped up.

"Let's go home, dinner will be ready soon" Celine nodded while picking up her things as her and her sister walked out of the valley onto their way back to their parents mansion.

Must be Sournois

[dante]

FIRST NAME

DANTE

LAST NAME

VALENTINE

AGE

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EIGHTEEN

APPEARANCE[/size]

EVER WONDER WHAT THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE ACTUALLY LOOKED LIKE? WELL, WONDER NO MORE. MAY I PRESENT TO YOU, DANTE VALENTINE. NO, HE'S NOT THE DEVIL, AND HE'S NOT A WORSHIPER, BUT HE'S BEEN CALLED DEVILISHLY HANDSOME. HIS PARENTS BELIEVED HE HELD HELLISH QUALITIES, SO THEY NAMED HIM DANTE. WE ALL KNOW WHAT DANTE WAS, IN ANCIENT HISTORY. THEY BELIEVE THAT'S WHO HE WAS IN A PAST LIFE, AND HE LOOKS LIKE THE ILLUSTRATIONS. HE HAS THE BRIGHTEST BLUE EYES THAT YOU'LL EVER ENCOUNTER, WHICH TURN A GOLDEN RED WHEN HE GETS ANGRY, OR IS USING HIS DEMONIC POWER. HIS EYES ARE REALLY A MYSTERY, LIKE THE REST OF HIM. AT LEAST TO OTHER PEOPLE. HIS EYES MAKE YOU THINK HE KNOWS SOMETHING YOU DONT, AND YOU DESPERATELY WANT TO KNOW, WHICH BRINGS ME TO THE NEXT POINT. HE'S DEFINITELY A CHARMER, AND CAN GET ANYONE HE WANTED IF HE TRIED HARD ENOUGH, GUY OR GIRL. IT REALLY DOESN'T MATTER TO HIM. HE DOESNT REALLY GO BY SEXUALITY GUIDELINES. HE BELIEVES LOVE IS LOVE AND CANT BE DEFINED BY GENDER. TO ACCOMPANY THOSE BRIGHT BLUE'S, HE HAS DARK BROWN HAIR, ALMOST BLACK IN A CERTAIN LIGHT. AT THE LIGHTEST, ITS A CHESTNUT, AT THE DARKEST, IT'S NEAR BLACK. HE HAS A DEFINED CHIN AND JAWLINE, HOLDING HIS NATURALLY SHARP TEETH, MAKING THAT CHARMING SMILE MUCH MORE DEVILISH. SO IT ALL COMES UP TO HE'S A CHARMING AND SUAVE GUY.

NOW THAT WE GOT HIS FACE COVERED, LETS MOVE DOWN. CEASE YOUR DROOLING. DANTE HAS A TONED BODY FOR A TEENAGER. HE'S VERY INTO PLAYING QUIDDITCH, AND SWIMS EVERY DAY IN THE LAKE, NO MATTER WHAT THE WEATHER IS, BECAUSE HE'S ALSO A DAREDEVIL TYPE. HE BELIEVES FITNESS IS VERY IMPORTANT, SO HE'S A BUILT GUY, BUT HE'S STILL VERY THIN. WHY? HE'S A VEGETARIAN, AND ONLY EATS VEGETARIAN FOOD. HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE A PART OF A BIG SLAUGHTERHOUSE COMPLEX. OKAY, WE'VE DONE HIS LOOKS, PHYSIQUE, NOW WE MOVE TO HIS STYLE. HE HAS A VERY UNIQUE STYLE, ACTUALLY. HE CAN DO ANYTHING FROM CASUAL, PREPPY STYLES TO A TOTALLY GOTH LOOK. HE'S VERY DARK LOOKING TO BEGIN WITH, BUT WHEN HE TURNS HIMSELF GOTHY, HE LOOKS PRETTY FREAKY. IT COMES WITH BEING TALL, DARK, AND HANDSOME. BUT USUALLY, HE WEARS BLACK OR FADED JEANS WITH A BELT, AND A MUSCLE SHIRT OR BAND T-SHIRT. HE'S REALLY INTO THE OLD ROCK T-SHIRTS.

HISTORY

LET'S JUST SAY, DANTE COMES FROM A TROUBLED FAMILY, LIKE MANY THAT COME TO BEAUXBATONS. HE LIKES TO THINK THEY WEREN'T AS BAD AS MANY FAMILIES THEY LIVED AROUND. ON OCTOBER 13TH, EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO, DANTE GABRIEL VALENTINE WAS DELIVERED TO A MR. GABRIEL VALENTINE AND A MS. ISABELLA SWANNE. FROM THE MOMENT SHE BROUGHT HIM HOME, DANTE WAS ISABELLA'S PRIDE AND JOY. UNFORTUNATELY, GABRIELLE DIDN'T FEEL THE SAME AT THE TIME. HE WASN'T READY FOR A KID, AND DIDN'T WANT ONE. SO, HE WANTED TO GIVE GABRIEL UP FOR ADOPTION, BUT NO, ISABELLA DIDN'T WANT TO. SHE LOVED DANTE. THE EXTREMELY RELIGIOUS GABRIEL, OR HE CLAIMED TO BE BUT WAS A TOTAL HYPOCRIT, THOUGHT THAT DANTE WAS THE DEVILS BABY, BECAUSE OF WHAT HE LOOKED LIKE, THE POWERS HE HAD, AND THE NAME OF THE BABY. SO, AFTER A LONG PERIOD OF FIGHTING, GABRIEL LEFT ISABELLA, LEAVING HER TO FEND FOR HER AND HER CHILD ALONE. SHE WAS CONVINCED SHE DIDN'T NEED HIM.

BUFFALO, NEW YORK. THAT'S WHERE HE WAS BORN. THATS WHERE ISABELLA MET GABRIEL. SHE AND DANTE LIVED THERE UNTIL HE WAS ABOUT TWO, BUT MEANS OF LIVING WERE GOING UP TREMENDOUSLY, AND SHE JUST COULDN'T COPE BY HERSELF. SO, SHE PACKED UP THEIR BAGS AND WENT BACK TO ITALY, WHERE SHE ORIGINALLY CAME FROM. THEY WENT TO VENICE, ITALY. THAT'S WHERE HER PARENTS WERE AT, GRACIOUSLY WAITING TO TAKE IN THAT BABY BOY. SEE, THEY WERE WICCAN'S, AND WERE VERY INTO MYTHOLOGY, SO THEY THOUGHT THAT DANTE WAS THE PERFECT NAME, AND THEY WANTED TO STRENGTHEN "THEIR BABIES" POWERS. SO, AS A KID, HE LEARNED TO HARNESS HIS POWER OF FIRE, AND ALSO LEARNED TO HARNESS KNOWLEDGE OF THE WICCA AND HOW TO USE IT, SO HE GREW UP IN SPIRITUAL SURROUNDINGS.

HIS LIFE HAD BEEN GOOD SINCE HE MOVED TO HIS GRANDMOTHER AND GRANDFATHER'S HOUSE IN ITALY. HIS CHILDHOOD YEARS WERE HIS BEST, BUT THEY CAME TO A STOP WHEN THERE WAS A KNOCK ON THE DOOR. IT WAS DANTE'S FATHER, GABRIEL. HE WANTED TO GET BACK WITH ISABELLA, DETERMINED THAT HE COULD RAISE A SON. WELL, THATS WHAT HE TOLD HER. AND AS GULLIBLE AS SHE WAS, ESPECIALLY TOWARDS THE ONE SHE LOVED, SHE BELIEVED HIM. AND IT COST HER, HER LIFE. WHEN GABRIEL CAME BACK, THEY WENT BACK TO BUFFALO, GABRIEL REFUSING TO STAY IN THE SAME PLACE AS ISABELLA'S PARENTS. HE KNEW THAT THEY HATED HIM, AND IT TURNED OUT THEY HAD GOOD JUDGE OF CHARACTER. HE SPENT HIS EARLY TEEN YEARS, HIS MOTHER TOTALLY SUBMISSIVE TO HIS FATHER. SHE SAT DOING THE DISHES AS HIS FATHER BEAT DANTE, CLAIMING HE WAS TRYING TO KNOCK THE MAGIC RIGHT OUT OF HIM, AND THE FIRE. IT SCARRED HIM SEVERELY, UNTIL THE DAY HE FINALLY HAD ENOUGH. ONE NIGHT WHEN HIS FATHER GOT VIOLENT AND HIT HIS MOTHER TOO HARD, AND AFTER SEEING HER ON THE GROUND, DANTE ERUPTED, A BIG EXPLOSION ENGULFING THEM AND THE HOUSE, BUT DANTE LEFT UNTOUCHED.

AFTER THAT INCIDENT, HE WENT TO LIVE WITH HIS GRANDPARENTS. THEY SENT HIM TO DURMSTRANG INSTITUTE, WHERE HE LEARNED DARK ARTS AND OTHER MAGICS, BUT AFTER DANTE GOT IN TROUBLE WITH SOME GUYS IN ITALY, HE HAD BEEN TRANSFERRED TO FRANCE, TO LIVE WITH HIS AUNT, WHICH WAS HIS MOMS SISTER, AND HE IS NOW STARTING HIS FIRST YEAR AT BEAUXBATONS ACADEMY, WHERE HE HOPES TO GET A NEW START. HE WORRIES THAT HE'LL BE OLDER THAN EVERYONE ELSE, THOUGH.

PERSONALITY

SARCASTIC. OHHH BOYYY IS HE SARCASTIC. IF HE'S HAVING A GOOD DAY, HE'LL JUST FIRE SOME OFF FOR SOME FUN, TO MAKE PEOPLE LAUGH. HE LOVES DOING THAT. BUT ON A BAD DAY, ITS BEST TO STAY AWAY FROM HIM. ON A BAD DAY, YOU PRETTY MUCH CANT SAY ANYTHING WITHOUT HIS SARCASM SHOOTING OFF AT YOU. WHETHER HE LIKES YOU OR NOT, IT CAN GET PRETTY NASTY IF HE'S FEELING NOT-SO-GREAT. BUT FOR THE MOST PART, ITS ALL IN GOOD FUN, BUT SOMETIMES HE CAN GO TOO FAR WITH HIS SARCASM, AND TOTALLY DRIVE AWAY PEOPLE CLOSEST TO HIM. THEN HE HAS TO APOLOGIZE, AND THAT'S SOMETHING HE ISN'T GOOD AT. WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT.

CLOSED OFF. THAT'S SOMETHING HE IS VERY. HE HIDES BEHIND HIS ICY EYES, METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING. HE NEVER LETS ANYONE IN. HE LEARNED TO STOP TRUSTING PEOPLE AFTER HIS FATHER LEFT, THEN CAME BACK AND STARTED ABUSING HIM. IT SCARRED HIS TRUST FOR PEOPLE, PERHAPS FOR LIFE. IF YOU'RE HIS FRIEND, CONSIDER YOURSELF EXTREMELY LUCKY, BECAUSE HE DOESN'T TRUST PEOPLE OFTEN, AND IF HE TRUSTS YOU, ITS REALLY AN AMAZING THING. HIS FRIENDS ARE THE ONLY ONES HE OPENS UP TO.

LOYAL. THIS INTERTWINES WITH THE TRUST ISSUE. SURE, IT MAY BE HARD TO MAKE HIM A FRIEND AT FIRST, BUT ONCE YOU DO, CONSIDER YOURSELF LUCKY AN ACCOMPLISHED, BECAUSE HE DOES CLOSE HIMSELF OFF TO THE WORLD. BUT ONCE HE'S YOUR FRIEND, YOU'VE GOT A PROTECTOR FOR LIFE. HE'S A VERY PROTECTIVE AND STRONG PERSON, AND WILL DO ANYTHING FOR HIS FRIENDS, OR THE ONE HE LOVES. HE'S NEVER LET HIMSELF LOVE ANYONE BUT HIS FAMILY BEFORE, SO THAT WOULD BE A NEW AREA FOR HIM. SURE, HE'S BEEN WITH BOTH GENDERS, MESSED AROUND, BUT NEVER REALLY GOT THE CHANCE TO FIND LOVE, BUT HE HOPES TO--MAYBE, SOMEDAY.

OUTSPOKEN. I GUESS THAT WOULD BE THE CORRECT WORD. HE LIKES TO SPEAK HIS MIND. NOTHING WILL STOP HIM OR SHUT HIM UP EITHER. SOME MAY FIND THAT A BIT ANNOYING, BUT FRANKLY, DANTE WOULDN'T GIVE A CRAP. THAT'S JUST HOW HE IS. DANTE DOESNT CARE WHAT OTHERS THINK OF HIM. HE HAS A "I'LL DO WHATEVER I WANT, WHEN I WANT, AND HOW I WANT TO DO IT" ATTITUDE. THAT CAN BE A GOOD THING, AND A BAD THING, BECAUSE IT CAN TEAR HIM APART FROM SOMEONE ELSE. HE'S KIND OF OPINIONATED, SO YOU'D BETTER WATCH WHAT YOU'RE TALKING TO HIM ABOUT.

SMART. IT MAY SOUND LIKE HE'S SOME CRAZY DAREDEVIL PYRO KID THAT COULD EXPLODE AT ANY MINUTE, BUT HE'S ACTUALLY VERY INTELLIGENT. WHILE HIS PARENTS WERE BUSY ARGUING BACK AND FORTH, DANTE WAS HITTING THE BOOKS. AT FIRST, IT WAS TO IMPRESS HIS FATHER, BUT AFTER THE EXPLOSION, HE REALLY BEGAN TO HIT THE BOOKS, AND BECAME VERY AWARE OF THE WORLD AROUND HIM. HIS BOTH BOOK SMART AND STREET SMART, AND CAN THINK QUICK ON HIS FEET. HE'S A VERY GOOD ALLY TO HAVE, BUT ALSO A VERY FIERCE ENEMY. HE HAS A VERY BAD TEMPER IF YOU SET HIM OFF. IF YOU HAPPEN TO PISS HIM OFF, BETTER WATCH OUT FOR FIRE. HE'LL BURN YOUR ASS.

SAMPLE RP

FIVE YEARS AGO...

YELLING COULD BE HEARD FROM THE ROOM AT THE FAR END OF THE BIG VICTORIAN HOUSE AS DANTE MADE HIS WAY ACROSS HIS ROOM. THE SHAGGY BLUE CARPET SANK BETWEEN THE YOUNG TEEN'S TOES AS HE WALKED TO THE DOOR. THEY WERE AT IT AGAIN. WHO? DANTE'S PARENTS, ISABELLA AND GABRIEL. THAT *sshole OF A MAN THAT HE HAD A MIDDLE NAME AFTER. HE'D SUDDENLY DECIDED TO COME BACK A YEAR BEFORE, AND WAS WORSE THAN EVER, NOT THAT DANTE COULD REMEMBER WHAT HE WAS LIKE BEFORE. THE DARK-HAIRED BOY TWISTED HIS DOORKNOB AND WALKED INTO THE HALLWAY, HEARING A CRASH. IT SOUNDED LIKE A PLATE. IT WAS ANOTHER BIG FIGHT, AND HE KNEW HOW VIOLENT HIS FATHER WAS. HE HAD TO GET HIS MOTHER AWAY FROM HIM. CALL HIM A MOMMA'S BOY, BUT WHATEVER. SHE WAS THE ONLY REAL PARENT HE HAD. FATHER'S DIDN'T ACT LIKE GABRIEL DID. IN FACT, HE DIDN'T CALL THE MAN DAD ANYMORE, ONLY GABE. OR, GO TO HELL.

ANOTHER CRASH FILLED THE AIR, ALONG WITH MANY CURSE WORDS, THEN A THUD. HE KNEW IT WAS A BODY, AND WHETHER IT WAS A MAN OR A WOMANS WAS QUITE OBVIOUS NOW, SINCE IT WAS A DEEP VOICE CURSING VULGAR WORDS. ETHAN BEGAN TO JOG, THEN RUN INTO THE LIVING ROOM. AS HE WALKED TOWARDS THE KITCHEN, HE SAW HIS MOTHER ON THE FLOOR, BLOOD TRICKLING DOWN HER FOREHEAD. BLINKING SLOWLY, HE LOOKED AT HIS "FATHER", WHO WAS JUST BREATHING HARD, WALKING TOWARDS DANTE.

"NOW, ITS TIME FOR YOU.", HE YELLED, RUNNING TOWARDS HIM, GRABBING ETHAN'S THROAT.

"GO TO HELL, GABE!", HE SCREAMED WITH WATERY EYES, HIS ORBS TURNING FROM AN ICY BLUE, TO A FIERY RED, FLAMES IGNITING IN HIS HANDS. HE THRUST THE FLAMES TOWARDS HIS FATHER, DANTE'S HANDS TIGHTENING INTO FISTS, FLAMES ENGULFING THE HOUSE, A LARGE EXPLOSION TOTALING IT, THE WHOLE HOUSE AFLAME. DANTE LAY ON HIS SIDE, GROANING, HIS FIERY EYES WATERING AS HE SAW THE DOOR.

[NOTE: I DONT USUALLY TYPE IN CAPS >.<]

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