Sorting (Term Nine)

[crazyvampire]

Name:Yofiel Corella
Age:15
Blood:Half Witch Half Vampire

[glow=green,2,300]History:[/glow] Yofiel was born from Bellatrix Corella and Joseph Corella in 1993 living in Grease.

Bellatrix was a Pure-Blood witch as Joseph was a vampire, they met while Bellatrix was going out after a night of partying and soon got clutched into the beautiful eyes of a handsom stranger, Joseph. At first they only had a fling but it soon turned into more which led to marriage then a daughter.

Yofiel was her pride and joy and a beautiful daughter. She had chestnut coloured hair with silvery blue eyes. She was a gorgeous greek half vampire half witch girl.

Joseph wasn't one for children so thought that maybe killing the child would clear his mind. He tried to place the death spell on his one year old daughter but Bellatrix hit him in the back with a brick to make him fall. She soon escaped with Yofiel and moved to France where her dear cousin Elizabeth lived.

Yofiel soon was brought up by a single mother and her cousin who had two boys (Jefery, now 16 and Kris, now 14)

She ended up mastering the arts of DADA and potions, she had a beautiful voice yet was very rebelious. She didn't take crap from anyone when she was growing up and it showed.

Yofiel may of looked innocient, but she was far from it.

[shadow=pink,left,300]Appearance:[/shadow] i116.photobucket.com/albums/o7/MrsSparrowTheOnly/Untitled1-4.jpg

Personality: Yofiel is very rebellious but when you look at her you think a cute, innocient greek girl who couldn't possibly be related to a vampire. WRONG. Yofiel is bad to the bone, using her innocient looks to get her way. She acts nice infront of teachers so if she does something nobody would think she did it. She has played pranks on many people before and gets away with it.

Because she is Greek, Innocient looking and has an amazing figure she usually gets off the hook easily.

Yofiel can speak German, Greek and French. She had to speak german to communicate with her Aunt Dilya because she was born and raised in Germany.

Yofiel can draw really well and she can do Karate.

She has mastered some, not all, but can do some wandless magic but it takes alot of focus which makes her tired.

Since Yofiel is half vampire she can walk in the sun, can't be hurt by any stakes, crosses or holy water.

Yofiel can also be very intimidating and is a charmer when it comes to guys, she has had atleast 2 steady relasionships before but in the end they didn't work. So she is being very careful on who to choose.

The reason because of most of her good looks is because her dad's sister was a Veela which she inherited greatly.

[glow=green,2,300]Sample Role Play:[/glow]

Yofiel walked into the pitch black living room of her Aunt Elizabeth's mansion. Taking two steps forward, her toes sinking into the soft carpet with each step she took, she cursed once she banged her two on the nearby coffee table.

Glaring at it (since being a vampire leads to seeing in the dark) she walked around it carefully. Even though she can see in the dark its not not as full as a full vampire.

Yofiel brought her hands out to the bookshelf and took out the silver book carefully. She then grabed a small flashlight and shined it overtop of the open pages.

This was the book that told about the school she will be attending soon, Beaxbatons.

She read each word carefully until she heard some movement in the background, turning around in a very fast manner she shined the light to see her cousin Kris pop up from behind the couch.

"What are you doing down here?!" Yofiel asked in a hush whisper, yet making it sound stern.

Kris's cheeks tinted pink a little as she remained looking into his hazel eyes. His black hair was messy from bed and his shirt was twisted a little from moving and pouncing around in the dark.

"I couldn't sleep and apparently neather could you" Yofiel sighed and closed the book, keeping the flashlight on since she couln't use magic outside of school's yet, she tip-toed over to the black, leather couch.

Kris hoped over the couch and sat down beside her.

"I'm attending to, so, show me some stuff about it" Yofiel opened up the book once more as they began to read over the rules, houses and things you could do at Beaxbatons until they got tired.

You've made this character too perfect, give her some flaws. Also please use spell check, you have some spelling errors.

[Adrien Wickham]

First Name: Adrien
Last Name: Wickham
Age: 18
Appearance:
History: Adrien is the adopted son of Claude and Michele Wickham. He was left on their door step when he was quite young. A few months ago, they told him a bit of the true story of his past. Adrien was left on their doorstep when he was just a baby. A letter attached to him explained that it wasn't safe for him to remain with his real family. Adrien's actual family is another set of Wickhams. He found out that he has a twin brother named Gabriel plus two other siblings. Why he was left with Michele and Claude they didn't reveal to him, so he is searching out his brother in hopes of finding some answers.

Adrien's life with Claude and Michele has not been an unhappy one. He knew from a young age that he was part vampire, but this didn't seem unusual as both his adoptive parents are half-vampire as well. However, no vampire family members come to the house, and only on rare occasions do his parents actually visit them. Adrien suspects that it is because of his presence that they remain with him. Despite the lack of touch with part of his family, all the others that he has met are extremely kind and fond of him. His grandmother on Claude's side especially is one of his favorites. She always talks to him as a grown up instead of treating him like a child, and she always has the best stories. Adrien considers her one of his friends.

As a kid, Adrien did have to put up with some amount of teasing from the other kids. Some were afraid of him because he was part vampire, and others just thought it made him a freak. However, he did manage to secure himself a group of friends. Unfortunately, that was in Bulgaria where he lived with the Wickhams until he was about nine. Though Claude had attended Durmstrang, Michele had gone to Beauxbatons. They talked it over and decided that Beauxbatons would suit Adrien's personality and needs a bit better, so they moved to France. At first Adrien was less than pleased with the new arrangement. He didn't have friends, and he missed his old house. Fortunately, things got better when he met his muggle friend, Lunette. Though he can never tell her what he really is, she makes him feel safe and needed.

There have been many happy points in Adrien's life, but two crises have left him slightly haunted. In Bulgaria, he happened to be a witness to the murder of a friend. At the time, he didn't understand death and turned into himself for quite some time saying very little to anyone. Eventually he realized that he needed to go on with life but keep the memory with him. The other crises was when he almost fed on an innocent muggle. He hadn't hunted at the proper time, so the smell drove him crazy. Fortunately, Claude was there to help him. Since then, he has always been extremely careful around others and made sure to feed on time.

Personality: Adrien seems like he would be an easy person to understand, but he can definitely keep you guessing. Though he is extremely patient, he does have his limits. When pushed too far, he can be extremely volatile especially when he is feeling his blood lust. Then, he can be rather unpredictable though he strives his hardest to keep from injuring anybody. Thankfully he hasn't had a bad episode since he was little. Adrien always hates looking at mirrors since he cannot see himself in one. He has to rely on other people's perceptions. Though he isn't self-centered, he does act a little vain at times though he is never really rude about it. He is rather graceful though he can have his moments.

Since seeing his childhood friend murdered, Adrien is very protective of his friends and would do anything for them. If he senses a large threat to any of them, he can turn quite mean. You really don't want to get mixed up with him. He's very loyal as well. Unless you betray his trust three times, he will be by your side whenever you call him. He's happiest when his friends are happy and cares a great deal about each of them. Though he has never had a significant other, Adrien knows that he is a romantic. If he finds somebody he likes, he will try to show them that they are the only one that matters. If it isn't in the cards, he knows that he will feel sad, but he knows how to go with the flow.

Adrien is rather sarcastic, and sometimes people take what he says to heart. Though he never means to hurt people, his sarcasm can get the best of him at times. Besides his sarcasm, Adrien has a nice sense of humor. He's relatively smart, not the upper echelon, but he isn't at the bottom either. He enjoys the outdoors, but his biggest love is music and photography. One of his biggest flaws is his stubborness. There have been many times when he has thrown somebody off because of his hard headedness. He isn't afraid to admit it when he's wrong, but convincing him to do something he has made up his mind not to do or vice versa is very tricky.

Sample RP: Adrien felt rather exhausted after the long run he had just taken. The weather had been crisp and cool with clouds overhead giving him enough shade to remain fairly comfortable. Of course, there were enough trees around his neighborhood to stay in the shade if he needed. It had been a nice run, and he had managed to get home just before it started to rain. He could already here the sound of the drops hitting the sky light in the bathroom. They were rather calming to him despite his slight fear of the thunder that sometimes accompanied them. Adrien grabbed a glass of water before heading up to his to try and pack some more of his things for Beauxbatons.

Until recently, Adrien hadn't known much of himself. He'd known that he was an adopted child, but he had never heard anything about his true family. Claude, his father, had sat him down on the couch and explained things as well as he could while Michele had watched from her chair. The story had left Adrien feeling rather dazed and more than a little confused. He couldn't understand why it wouldn't be safe for him if other children were in the family. Oh, he wouldn't want to give up his life with Claude and Michele for anything in the world, but he had gotten very curious about his other family. He was especially curious about his twin. He hoped that they would see one another when he went to Beauxbatons. Maybe he could answer some questions for Adrien.

By this time, Adrien was in his room. It was sparkling clean, and he knew that his mother had done a bit of straightening. Thought Adrien tried to keep his room clean, it never quite suited Michele. He went over to the trunk at the foot of his bed and opened it. Apparently his mother had also seen fit to help with the packing. On top of the books and other supplies that he had already packed, his clothes were now folded neatly. Now all he had to pack were the extra things he wanted to bring. He sighed as he looked around his room. Hopefully his things were close to where they had been before his mother had cleaned everything. With a resigned sigh, Adrien began rooting through his drawers and closet looking for a few things.

The first thing he found was his two instruments. The violin had been a gift from his mother, and the clarinet from his father. Adrien had chosen the piano, but he had stuck with the lessons from the other two. Fortunately, he had always loved music, so learning three instruments was rather enjoyable. Carefully, he set the instruments on top of his clothes. The last thing he packed was a camera and his writing pad. Hopefully his year would be something to remember. Besides, he was hoping to get a picture of Gabriel for some scrutiny. He wondered if they were identical. Claude hadn't known the answer to that, so he would simply have to wait.

From downstairs, he could smell supper as his mother prepared it. The rain accompanied the smell very nicely. Though Adrien was looking forward to attending Beauxbatons, he couldn't help but feel a little disheartened at leaving his home behind. Everything was so familiar, but he knew that school was the best place for him. Until he was called for supper, Adrien decided to read the book he was currently working on. He grabbed it from the nightstand and sank into his chair before starting on an epic adventure that would hopefully foretell what he was to expect at Beauxbatons. He could hope.

Must be Rouerie

[marthallius]

First Name: Marthallius (Shortened frequently to "Marth")
Last Name: Halfmoon
Age: 16

Appearance: Marth is an elf, and thus he is tall, slender, and fair-skinned. His attire varies widely, but is normally in a mix of green and black fabric. His eyes range in shade from muddy brown to near-metallic gold, depending on his mood. (not sure based on your rules if elves of this sort are allowed, but if I may, I'd like to give him short horns on his forehead and cloven hooves instead of feet--hands are still normal, though).

History: Marth's parents belong to a nomadic, forest-dwelling tribe of elves. When he was born, they were temporarily settled near a bog, and so, in addition to learning the ins and outs of forest life, he learned how to handle oneself near a swamp. As he grew, the tribe migrated every few months, and he gradually learned how to hunt. His parents taught him numerous languages, the first two being French and English. When he turned 13, he was permitted to visit human settlements with the adults--an age minimum enforced by his tribe to prevent muggles from learning of the existence of the Elves. As this continued, his tribe moved less frequently around France, until he recieved his letter from Beaxbatons at the age of 16.

Personality: Marth is very instinctive, quick to act, and nature loving. However, other than his attachment to nature, he does not naturally feel a need to serve the purposes of others, and thus tends to be somewhat amoral, selfish, and devious. He is more fond of the dark than the day, which, combined with his hatred of sleep, has compelled him to adapt to a habit of sleeping only every other day. Since he has used this large increase in waking time to improve his mind, he is quite sharp.

Sample RP: Full moon tonight, Marth thought to himself. He was quite restless, as the full moon was his favorite event of the month, and it was still daylight. He tried to focus on the textbook in front of him, but he was absorbing the material so slowly that he decided it was imperative that he move around.

He slowly stretched his feral-raised legs, rising from the chair like an old giant which has slept so long that it has been covered with a small hill. After almost half a minute, he was standing upright. Suddenly, he bounded away from his sitting location, trying to get as far away from civilization as he could, as fast as he could.

Once he felt he was alone for the moment, Marth proceeded to admire the natural beauty of his location. His green-and-black cloak partially matched the grass, but obviously wasn't designed for real camouflage--in fact, he would be easily spotted by passerby.

Must be Rouerie.

[hyperactive]

First Name: Presley

Last Name: Bortolameolli

Age: 13

Appearance:

History: Presley is the youngest of her family. She born from two parents who are polar opposites but are completly in love with each other. Presley has an older brother named Peter who is at seventeen and an older sister named Shannon who is fifteen. Each person in her family is different and Presley doesn't have many things in common with her siblings at all except for the fact that they are all friendly and fun.

When Presley and her siblings were growing up, Presley got special attention from her father. Back when her dad was younger, he went to Durmstrang and was brought up to think purebloods ruled the world. On the other hand, their mom went to Beauxbatons and was brought up to think that blood didn't matter. The two met one day in England and fell in love. From there things got better but they still had their differences.

Her older siblings, both being in Rouerie, were brought up just the same as their mom. But their dad had another chance and was succeding in the process. Presley was a violent girl to begin with and she was always fighting and saying she was better than everybody else. She was the youngest after all, so she got a little bit more spoiled than everybody else.

Personality: When Presley was born her dad could tell she was going to be different from her other two siblings. Of course he was right all along, but didn't find that out until Presley was five years old. At age five Presley took advantage of her little size and being the youngest. She'd blame everything on her older siblings even though it was really her fault and would make faces at the other two after they got yelled at. Then she became violent whenever she didn't want to do something or when someone was annoying her too much or just even a little.

She became a little better about being sneakier and controlling her violent side. Get her annoyed, it would seem like you were annoying her. Of course it was nothing like that. She'd get you back and you'd be sorry. Presley Bortolameolli always gets revenge no matter what. Presley is girl with an attutude. She's always expressing herself and speaks her mind. This can get her into some big trouble and have some friend problems. But of course most of her friends are a lot alike in many ways.

Unlike her siblings, Presley takes advantage of being a pureblood. Like her father, she thinks purebloods should only be able to do magic. Muggles and muggleborns are, to her, filth. For a girl so small, she acts tall and can be very intiminating at times. Some good advice would be to not get her angry or annoyed.

Sample RP: Presley bounced around the house being bored and had just eaten a bunch of candy. It was the nearing the end of summer and Presley was getting bored. She'd done everything she wanted this summer and had nothing left to do, except sit around being bored. In her short shorts and a pink tank top, she skipped around looking for something to do. She was thinking about going to her sister to see what she was doing, but she wasn't even sure if her sister was around or not. Knowing her sister, she was probably reading a thick book, not wanting to be bothered. Then her thoughts wandered to her older brother. Maybe he'd do something with her. Presley stopped skipping and knew better than that. He was probably out with his friends doing something guys do. Presley groaned. She could waited to get back to school and see all of her friends. Who knew summer could get so boring?

Presley went back into the kitchen and dug out some more candy and a butterbeer. It was a good thing she had a fast metabolism or she'd probably be very overweight. Tucking a piece of her long brown hair behind her ears, she made her way outside. The grass was getting long and her dad needed to seriously cut it. It was probably the only muggle thing their dad knew who to use. At first it was funny seeing him getting confused by all the muggle technology, but his brother who was married to a muggle witch, taught him how. It was a good thing too, or they'd be walking in waist high grass all the time. Presley sat down under a tree and drank her butterbeer slowly. It was nice out, but there were too many clouds for Presley's liking. She prefered hot sunny days with no clouds. Getting bored of sitting around Presley got back up.

She stood there for awhile thinking of what to do. It was going to be a long day and she could just see it already. She went back inside and saw her sister eating in the kitchen. "Hey Shannon!" Presley said sitting across from her. "What do you want?" Shannon asked sighing. Presley glowered. It was typical of her sister to think that she wanted something whenever Presley was trying to be friendly. Most of the times it was true, but today she didn't want anything. She just wanted to get out of boredem. "Wow, I was just trying to make a conversation." Presley said and got up. As soon as she left the room, she wished she didn't. Shannon was her ticket out of being bored and she blew it. Presley groaned and decided to see if sleep was a better idea. She made her way up to her room and flopped down onto her bed. She lay there staring at the ceiling and she soon felt drowsy. Daydreams came over her and soon Presley's eyes fluttered and closed, pulling her into a restless sleep.

Must be Sournois

[lilly]

First Name: Lily

Last Name: Rosenburg

Age: 15

Appearance:

Blood type: Pureblood



History:

Lily Rosenburg was born on the 15th April 1992 in London England, she is the only child of Alice and David Rosenburg.. Lily’s home life was not easy at times with losing her mother to cancer at the age of 6 and being raised by a work alcoholic. At the age of 10 Lily’s father committed suicide it was thought that the grief of losing his wife to cancer that he near truly recovered. Lily inherited all of her father’s money, but as she was too young to look after herself, she was sent to be raised by her auntie Bella, whom she was quite fond of. Lily’s life from that point seem to as less harsh on her, she was very happy at her auntie Bella’s house but she always felt something missing deep inside, but she did not know what it was. When Lily was 14 she discover her passion in life; singing. This passion is one of the things that keeps her going in life, during that year she met the love of her life; Jack lees but as always in Lily’s life tragedy occurred when her auntie Bella was murdered, Lily went off the rails and pushed everyone she loved and held dear away from her, she tried to move on but fail to do so, she left England and came to France. Lily to this day has never talk to anyone about her past and she never told anyone in England where she was, not even the love of her, Jack Less. Lily finally settle in her new surroundings.

Personality:

Lily is very clever, she is describe as being a bit of a know it all. At first impression Lily seems very shy but is in actual fact very confident about herself. She is very mature and won’t let anyone push her around, she also has a quick temper but tends not to show it. She is loving person and puts her heart in everything she does. Lily is very sarcastic which she was been told on many occasions. She is understanding and does not judge people by their looks. She is loyal to anyone who is loyal to her and can be competitive when she wants to be. Lily has been told in the past that her personality is just like her father’s and mother’s. Lily is very optimistic and will away be eager to work for something she want, she will lend a hand to anyone who needs her help. When she with her friends she is the first you notice, she does know how have fun but it a mature fashion , some of her friends would describe her as up tight this hurts Lily. Lily does not seem to hate people but can not stand arrogant people who think big of themselves, bullies and people who judge other people by their looks, the way they act or history. When Lily is moody that is a time not to bother or simply annoy her cause that when her temper tends to show the most. Overall Lily has many different moods but tends to look in the Brightside of life, which make her bad moody less frequent the normal.

Sample RP:

Lily sat at the back of the class, she had not one clue or idea what the teacher was going on about. Lily glanced at the clock the last half an hour seem to last a lifetime, she could not concentrated, she had way too much on her mind at the moment. Jack had found where she was and she had agreed to meet. How stupid of me! She thought to herself. She had no idea what to expect. As the bell rang it marked the end of the lesson and also the end of the day. At Lily left her seat and approached the door the one person she least to expect was him, Jack. He was standing right out side the class room. “We need to talk” he said, that’s when Jack broke Lily’s hearts.



Must be Rouerie

[cashbeauchamp]

First Name: Cash
Last Name: Beauchamp
Age: 16
Appearance:


History: So there once was this hot shot guy, swankest wizard on the block, and he met this cutie witch. The swank wizard was made up of money, and he had connections. The witch was pureblood, like the guy, but she wasn`t made up of money. They went and got married, then it was born. Yeah, Cash. Cash`s childhood was pretty sweet, he got everything he wanted, despite his terrible attitude towards everyone. Now he`s landed in the Beauxbatons zone, the end. Though, back when Cash was about fifteen, him and his mates had went on a 'camping trip' to some forbidden wood in his mate`s backyard. So, they slept out there, and sooner or later it got dark and they were all goofing off and running outside. That`s when it happened. A humongous werewolf came and bit him, right in front of all his mates. His family didn`t know that he had been bit until the full moon after that, since he had been hiding it. The werewolf was uncovered as Ernie, Cole`s uncle who had disappeared. Though, they hadn`t seen Ernie since that night. Cash`s parents` only ruling over the werewolf situation, is that he may NOT tell his sisters. No personality changes since then, actually maybe a little more egotistical then before.

Personality: Cash is probably one of the most egotistical guys anyone will ever meet. Besides being egotistical, he does have some other characteristics. He`s got a very fiery attitude, a very demanding one at that. Like everyone though, he`s got soft spots, that people will just have to discover on their own.

Sample RP: Was he that much of a burden? So much of a burden that his parents wouldn`t even buy him a stupid new broom. The lad placed his hand firmly onto the bottom of his chin, in thought, as he devised some sort of bribery for his parents. It was too ironic, that his younger sister had just received a new gown the other day for her stupid tea party, and he was stuck with an old broom that he surely had since he was fifteen.

He searched his mind for ideas, as he paced the dining room hastily, while tempting not to take a glimpse at the dazzling scarlet gown laid out on the table. It`s fabric almost reflected a sort of light against the chandeliers hanging above it. Something of a smirk flickered across his face as he placed a hand onto it`s desirable fabric, soft and silky. To waste it`s luxuriousness on his damned sister was just a shame.

You see, such beautiful objects in life shouldn`t be obtained by the most ugly creatures in the world. Besides, it`s not like she could look any thinner in it. His sisters were probably the most bloated, ugliest creatures to roam the Earth. No doubt about it. Therefore, he snitched the dress away from the table, and ran his fingers down it shakily. He`d have an excuse if they asked him why he returned it, obviously.

He could just tell them that there was this huge tear on the side, and the madam at the shop wasn`t going to replace it. Thinking smart, Cash, thinking smart. Then, with the money he received back, he could buy his new broom. It all works out at the end. Cash had his wonderful new broom, and Esmee was miserable. Charming, much?

The history totally threw me. Just know not to write like that when you RP unless its dialog, okay?

Must be Sournois

[pierredupont]

Firstname: Pierre
Lastname:Dupont
Age:15
Appearance:

History:

For such a normal boy, Pierre Dupont was far from normal. Pierre comes from a family of purebloods, one might expect all purebloods to be rich, but that was not the case here as his family was neither particularly prestigious nor rich their. As far as riches goes the family owns an estate in Paris, where Pierre live with his mothers when he is not attending Beauxbatons. Pierre’s father works as a dragon tamer, and is often away; on call of the job and his mother is an unemployed housewife who looks after Pierre. He has no siblings, an only child, which he’s thankful for. As far as family relation goes, he doesn’t really care much for his parents as long as they leave him alone, when he wanted to be left alone and spoil him when he wants to be spoiled.

Personality:

When he got into Beauxbatons he was more than pleased with himself, a faint smirk, not a victory dance around the house. The only child, the selfish one, Pierre is the quiet one, but don’t get me wrong, quiet doesn’t mean weak. Pierre is observant, thinks before he acts, very logical. Upsides of being that, he can endure solitude and could entertain himself with a book, with the downside being he doesn’t understand human emotions to an extent because he has limited contact with people. When he’s in school he could be found mostly in the libraries for he doesn’t care much about other people, what they think, what they do. His main concern is himself and his own comforts.

Sample RP

His finger tips rubbed against the tip of his thumb, slick film of dust disappeared within the third stroke. It was dusty in here, in the living room of the Dupont estate, not that he ever noticed these things as they didn’t concern him. It was his mother who worked day and night keeping this house dust free. He didn’t understand why she didn’t just put a white plastic bag over everything, that’s how the furniture came anyways. Pierre wouldn’t mind that, for he was mostly in his room almost all the time.

“I see that you are up,” a voice rang out from the kitchen, Pierre’s slow descent from second floor to first came to a halt as he dropped the book in hand onto the stairs and sat down.

“Mom you can’t see that I’m up because you are all the way in the kitchens you heard me okay? Plus if you saw me what am I wearing right now?”

“Your white bathrobes and red boxers,”

Pierre stared down at his white bathrobes and before he could check the colour of his boxers the woman whom he had been calling mother for the past fifteen year emerged from the kitchens, a big plate of waffle in hand. “Get the syrup will you? I got my hands full.”

“I don’t eat syrup,” He muttered then joined his mother at the table. The woman sighed and went into the kitchen again to get the syrup herself. “Your father owled this morning,”

“Oh, what did he say?” He questioned, trying to sound at least somewhat interested Yes – his father was away on a dragon hunting trip again . Pierre didn’t know when was the last time he had seen his father face to face, not that it was too important, it was the waffles that stuffed his mouth and soon into his stomach mattered at the moment. The boy was hungry and he needed food, sans syrup.

"Oh nothing just tell you to try and get out of the house more, he doesn't understand how you can lock yourself in your room for the whole day and only come down for meals." She said with the jug of syrup. "Waffles okay?"

Pierre nodded. "It's just what I do, I don't see him, bother him, he shouldn't tell me what to do either,"

"Pierre, he's your father, he cares about you."

The boy shrugged. If caring means sticking a finger into someone else's food. He didn't want to care, as the waffles were divine, and he'd rather it share it with no one but himself.

Must be Rouerie

[foster]

<sup>First Name: Foster
Last Name: Willows
Age: 16
Appearance:


History: First off, Foster has herself a twin sister, Fanfir. Foster was born just a couple seconds before Fee (Foster's so cleverly thought-up nickname for her twin), which automatically gave Foster bragging rights. Ever since birth, the two girls have always been inseparable. Because two babies were so hard to deal with when so young, their parents often clumped them together. They shared the same room, identical cribs, identical clothes. Unfortunately for the Willows, they eventually learned that clumping was a very bad idea.

For some part of their lives, Foster and Fee branched away from each other. They became somewhat rebellious in their elementary muggle schools.

Yes, muggle schools.

Even though the twins' mother was a fairy, their father a wizard, that didn't necessarily mean they were automatically magical. For the longest time, the twins showed absolutely no sign of magical power at all. They were as dry as the desert.

Luckily, especially from their parents' point of view, the twins began to splurge with magical powers. Fee, surprisingly, sprouted first. Her fingers practically sparked with magic. There was fairy and witch alike in her blood. It made her more talented than her parents expected.

After a couple months, Foster finally spluttered to life. This magical talent was what brought the sisters back together. They bonded with their magic and, soon, practically outgrew their brother. Of course, as most fairy families turn out, there was another Willows sibling. Fee and Foster had an older brother, just about to graduate, when their lives shifted gear.

The entire Willows family abruptly got up and moved. From what the twins gathered, their parents were sick of the small town and the small school. They wanted something better for their daughters. And, since their brother was about to graduate, the move didn't benefit him much. He ended up going against the usual fairy-pack and stayed behind to finish his schooling.

That, rather shortly, brings us to the present, where Foster and Fanfir Willows are pleased to attend Beauxbaton's Academy of Magic. This was always where their parents hoped to bring them, so it was almost more than luck that they were invited to attend just months after settling down.

Personality: Foster differs a lot from her sister these days. Usually, it's almost expected that twins are equally alike. But Foster tends to pride herself in being spontaneously different. Now, that doesn't mean Foster is the complete opposite of Fee, for she does share some major similar traits.

Foster has always been extremely intelligent. Her books are almost more important to her than the lessons themselves. The only downfall of being smart is that she doesn't use it as well as she probably should. She's often one to wander off, become spacey, or break out into random song. She likes to form her life around fun, but remain ordered at the same time.

Still, it is needed to press how smart she really is. If she's paying attention, she can whip out any answer faster than most of her classmates. She has the knowledge, she absorbs it like a thousand sponges, it's just a matter of...

Using it.

Sample RP... (taken from another forum, if permitted):
Wonderful.
Just.. effing wonderful.

She glances to the side, watching the world zoom past. Once again, that dreadful sign whooshed past. Her eyes darkened as she glances up at the taxi driver. He was calm. God, of course he was calm. He was in the right place.

He was in the right place.

"Um, sir...," her voice was weak, but he still glanced through his mirror at her. "Are you sure... this is San Antonio?" The driver gave a snort, nodded, and focused back on the road. Shhit! What did you get yourself into, Foster?

After a while, the taxi finally rolled to a stop. "This is it," the taxi driver's rough voice jolted her back to the present. God, here they were. This was the school. A muggle school. Agh! This was so wrong. Soo very wrong. Her mom was going to kill her. No, she would put her up for adoption, and then kill her. asdhfasdf!

"Um, thanks." Nervously, she scooted out of the taxi. After grabbing her luggage, she handed the man her money. And then... she was... stranded. In this random place. With a bunch of foreign guys. And no Fanfir for her to scuttle along behind. This sucked. So bad. So hardcore. Just... agh.

Foster's flip-flops clicked against the tiled floor as she enters the school. First, it was just this big hallway. She was already lost. She knew it. Aahhh, she needed to find someone who knew this place. Anyone. A principal, a teacher, anyone... Eventually, Foster got herself into pace mode. She walked up a fourth of the hallway, and then back down, her eyes darting everywhere as she chewed on her index finger nail.

C'mon... c'mon... find someone... anyone... I'm so lost!</sup>

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Must be Rouerie

[fanfir]

First Name: Fanfir "Fee"
Last Name: Willows
Age: 16
Appearance:


History: First off, Fanfir has herself a twin sister, Foster. Foster was born just a couple seconds before Fee (Foster's so cleverly thought-up nickname for her twin), which automatically gave Foster bragging rights. Ever since birth, the two girls have always been inseparable. Because two babies were so hard to deal with when so young, their parents often clumped them together. They shared the same room, identical cribs, identical clothes. Unfortunately for the Willows, they eventually learned that clumping was a very bad idea.

For some part of their lives, Foster and Fee branched away from each other. They became somewhat rebellious in their elementary muggle schools.

Yes, muggle schools.

Even though the twins' mother was a fairy, their father a wizard, that didn't necessarily mean they were automatically magical. For the longest time, the twins showed absolutely no sign of magical power at all. They were as dry as the desert.

Luckily, especially from their parents' point of view, the twins began to splurge with magical powers. Fee, surprisingly, sprouted first. Her fingers practically sparked with magic. There was fairy and witch alike in her blood. It made her more talented than her parents expected.

After a couple months, Foster finally spluttered to life. This magical talent was what brought the sisters back together. They bonded with their magic and, soon, practically outgrew their brother. Of course, as most fairy families turn out, there was another Willows sibling. Fee and Foster had an older brother, just about to graduate, when their lives shifted gear.

The entire Willows family abruptly got up and moved. From what the twins gathered, their parents were sick of the small town and the small school. They wanted something better for their daughters. And, since their brother was about to graduate, the move didn't benefit him much. He ended up going against the usual fairy-pack and stayed behind to finish his schooling.

That, rather shortly, brings us to the present, where Foster and Fanfir Willows are pleased to attend Beauxbaton's Academy of Magic. This was always where their parents hoped to bring them, so it was almost more than luck that they were invited to attend just months after settling down.

Personality: Fee likes to think she's the exact opposite of her sister. There's a point where she enjoys being an individual, not a twin. Although... Foster is useful for pranks and mischief...

So, Fee is perky. She's witty, playful, but intelligent. Just as smart as her sister. Again, it's about whether or not she'll use it. While Foster doesn't really use it, Fee likes to use it for the... wrong. She's inattentive and neurotic, which can lead anyone to believe what kind of personality she is.

But then there's her smart side. Clever, random, childish, mystical, mind-boggling, exciting, graceful. She uses all of that to think of any fun situation in the entire cosmos. She doesn't have her nose in books as much as her sister, but she would never have to. She knows everything from simply watching. She's smart. SMART.

And then... she's got her spoofs. Easily-amused, easily-distracted, hard to keep her attention on one thing. She's... an interesting creature.

Sample RP: Fanfir giggled as she ran her hand across the thin piece of metal in her left hand. After a moment she tucked the key back into her jeans' pocket and continued down the hall way. The open windows to her right showed an early morning sun, having only risen some time this hour. The fairy was wearing, as you might have been able to guess, jeans and a very crazy-colored base black shirt.

When she reached the one she wanted, 209, she slipped Don's key out of her pocket. It took only a moment, she being very skilled in the use of keys, to unlock Don's flat and slip inside. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darker living-room but as soon as she did she scanned it. Don was still sleeping on the couch, right where she'd left him the previous evening, despite having a perfectly suitable bed in the next room. His only desk was completely covered with her things; jacket, notebook, broomstick, etc. The closet and dresser had about as many articles of her clothing as his. Even the kitchen, which could be seen from the room she was in, showed signs of her presence [most notably being that it was clean].

It was almost as if she lived there.

That was a happy thought for Fee, who preferred his flat to her place of residence. It'd be most beneficial to Fee if she could just technically move in with him. After all, she slept there half the week and had a vast majority of her belongings were there.

Must be Rouerie

[cleo2510]

First Name:[/b]
Avril(real name elizabith but normally called by her second name Avril)

Last Name:
Banson

Age:
15

Appearance:
She is a metamorthmajor like her little sister. But normally looks like my sigg or avatar.
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History:

She had been a lost child ever since she was born, she had never met her parents and had only been found just in time by an orphanage carer, she had been rushed to saint mungos and started her life at an orphanage, she had many friends and traveled everywhere across the world when she had turned eleven. She had been to Hogwarts for 4 years with her dreams crashing when she found out her parents didn’t live close by, When she had gone to London she had found a reporter with the last name Banson she had rushed to her and found out about her parents. She had flown to France a day later to find them. When she had found the place and introduced herself she was greeted with a giant hug from her new mother. She had been glad to find her and had sent her off to Bauxbatons half a year later with a firebolt in one hand and a snowy owl in the other. But she was different as she could turn into any animal she pleased.

Personality:

Avril is an outgoing type of person, very caring and lovely. She is very popular. She has her style and her thing and if you mess with her you’ll see part of her ugly side. She is way above the average in everything except astronomy, she has never found someone as smart as her and would love to be in Rouerie for that very reason as she new they would be like her. She is sometimes very sad as she had to leave so many of her friends behind in different countries, and is very lonely.

Likes:
Singing
Family
Friends
Chocolatete
Quidditch
Music

Dislikes:
Spinachch
Mean people
Rudeness
Strictness


Sample RP:
She drummed on the window sill singing a song she had made up. She remembered when she had first met her parents a week ago, they had hugged her and loved her they had bogth her 15 years worth of gifts and said that it didn’t matter as it was equal to one of her sibling birthday partys. She had gotteno a firebolt, a house elf and an owl with some gear to look after her broom and pet. She had gotten candy. The food had been the best thing ever and when she first flew on her broom her father had told her that she looked like she had trained her entire life. She had gotten cloths upon cloths books upon books and whole lot more gear. She had hugged and kissed them. She had played chess with Minty her house elf and Evenen got to go to 2 of her fathers quidditch games. Now however she had no friends exceptpt her house elf and her owl, they where good but not human. As she walked down the stairs she tickled the family puffskin lighly on the ear. She new something her little sister did not, she had a baby sister. She had her trunk packed last night to attend about the 2nd last day of the term she did not care as at least there were humans.

Shboardeded carriagege and set of to Bauxbatons hoping she would be in rouerie.
(have gotton permission fro victroria Banson to be a sister)

I cant allow her to be a Veela, have the ability to change into any animal she wishes, and be a telepath. Choose one or two. Also, put limits on it. You're trying to make her too perfect, and that wont fly. Lastly, I want you to re-read your application and look for any run-ons or any confusing sentences. There are some things you write that doesn't make sense at all (like her going to Hogwarts AND Durmstrange for 1-2 years EACH).

DONE SORRY ABOUT THAT

Must be Cossu

[juliet]

First Name:

Juliet

Last Name:

Lennox

Age:

Sixteen

Appearance:

History:

In a forest far, far away... you're right, who are we kidding? No one but ourselves, that's who.

In all honesty, though; everyone knows of the islands off the western coasts of the United States and it's such a dream place to be, almost all of the time. In Kauaii, it's like a dream come true. The sun is always out and the tide is always amazing when it crashes on the shores. It's one of those places that would would imagine to see on the picture side of a post card. It's always beeautiful, even when it rains in those horrid torrental downpours. The rain is what keeps it green and makes it just as nice. So when looking for a place to settle down, it was the primary choice for a married muggle couple in their early twenties, expecting a child and looking for somewhere to call home. It was nice and while it was hot, it was still a place where someone could consider finding their dream home. It's one of those places you'd kill to live but never find the motivation to actually pack and move out. Except for the Lennox family. Well, two and a half at the time. Yeah, I'm calling Thorton a half 'cause he wasn't technically a whole yet, now was he? No.

It was there that Marietta and Kevin found home and wanted to raise their son, to make the life they ahd always wanted perfect. All they were hoping for as parents was to give their boy the best they could. Yeah, it did last, actually, for about three years. After that, baby number two was on the way and they were a building away to make room for the new addition to their family. To their delight, the new arrival was a lovely little girl and they were more excited than ever. Now, Thorton was pleased at first with the idea of a little sister to take care of and it stayed that way too, up until three weeks after little, tiny, five pound two ounce Juliet was brought into the world. He had had it after he couldn't sleep because of all the wailing and crying night after night. Tiny as she might have been, little Juliet used her small lungs to their full potential and got them for what they were worth. He still liked her, just not the ruckus she tended to make. However, it was obvious to her parents that they were in for it.

By the time she had reached eleven months, she was talking away, actually forming small words and putting them together, even if it never made real sentences. By that point, Thorton was about twice her size, maybe even a little bigger than a four year old normally is but he was still a big part of keeping her going when her mother was getting sick. He didn't understand it and was just looking after little Juliet until he got the little talk again for the second time in a little less than two years. He knew what he was in for this time, poor kid but he still took care of his sister throughout the whole thing when his parents couldn't. This time, though, they had waited to give Thor the news until it was almost time for the new arrival. So he had less time to digest it. Poor little clueless Juliet was too young to understand any of it so it didn't really matter. She was just kind of along for the ride while little thor knew he wasn't going to be sleeping for a good, long while. So much for living in paradise, huh?

Two weeks after the discussion they had with the little boy, his parents were now proud parents of yet another tiny baby girl. Juliet was estatic with just seeing the baby. She was making all kinds of noise and when her father took her to see her new little sister, the first thing she did when she was set on her mother's lap was reach out to touch and discover what this new little bundle was. And in tipical infant fashion, instead of being nice and kind to the newborn, she poked and prodded until she was snatched up and taken away, listening to the screaming of the new baby. Oops, her bad. What more do you want from a cute little kid though, honestly? We all know Juliet's pretty much freaking adoreable. So instead, she was set with Thor and he was left to keep her entertained. Which he did a pretty good job of considering he could make the best faces ever and have her giggling away.

When the new baby was brought home, her father taught her the name, first thing. Hayley. Of course, it was beyond Juliet's capacity to even attempt that so she ran around the house calling out to her infant sister in her own cute little way. "hay hay! hay haaaay!" That didn't last long before Thor was mean and knocked her over and became incredibly snappy with her, telling her things she didn't understand. Like how if she screamed the baby's name, she would surely wake it. It was then that she realized things, nothing too serious. Just that brothers are mean. Haha.

For the years of growing up, it was typical kid fashion. It was the fights over the toys and the yelling over who got the first cookie. It went that way for almost five years, until she was six. They had moved. Paradise to France. Juliet was too young to actually understand why it was such a big deal to Thor, who came home from school everyday, moping. It just meant more French buddies for her. Home was on a great piece of estate and if they were to go back a little amongst the trees, she knew that they'd end up in the trees along the little river that ran right through the thickets.

She was just five years old.
A slightly moody day.
She couldn't stay away, from that rivers edge and I,
I turn my back to count.
All the daffodil seas that surrounded.
I close my eyes, and then heard the water wake up.
And I, I can still hear that scream, It's still lingering, in the air, everywhere.
"Sissy, please save me, grab my hand" (I can't I can't)
I can still see that face, sink beneath the waves. Sister please, breathe for me, give me time I am here.
(modified slightly to fit the purpose, here. xD)

It was a favorite spot for the young sisters and they were there all the time, mostly with the supervision of Thor, who would always keep an eye on them. By that age, the two girls were getting adventurous and they were active and always coming home dirty. On one particular day, Thorton had walked off with two of his friends and Juliet had been picking flowers to take back home to her mother, well, not picking--she had discovered she could make objects come to her with a little more than will power--completely not paying attention to Hayley, which was a mistake. She was drawn to the water and slipped over the bank and fell in. She heard the splash and saw that her sister was gone and began to panic. She screamed, looking down as Hayley's small, tan face appeared above the water, coughing and sputtering. She chased her along the current but couldn't get to her. Thankfully, Thorton and his friends had heard Juliet's screaming and came to the rescue. She had never felt so terrible.

They were banned by their parents from going there for the longest time but it didn't matter to Juliet. Hayley was more upset by it than anything. Juliet was taking the fact that she hadn't been watching after her sister like her mother had always promised her to do harder than the punishment. She would stay up in her room and not even let Hayley in to talk to her. She had been so dissappointed with herself, even for being so young and even as she aged and got older, it always stuck with her and with each year, it got more serious and made her feel more terror over the fact that she had almost lost her sister. She wouldn't have had that comfort pillow on days when she needed it, she wouldn't have anyone to turn to when she was feeling down about anything. And there was where she found her inspiration to start into music. She found inspiration in her sister to start the guitar and as they grew older, they got closer, even in spite of how mean Juliet could get and the tricks and things she did to her sister. It was all from love, she always said.

And then, Juliet's little freak accidents only continued to worsen. Not worsen, but she could do more than just will things. Her parents were more amazed than scared, and Thorton took it as a sign not to bully her, Hay, was amazed. She had magic in her. She was supposed to go to some magic boarding school. Juliet was ecstatic. She was a witch. A friggin' witch! It didn't take long for her to pack her bags off and head of to Baeuxbatons to try and get her skills to actually work for her.

Personality:

If you're looking for a great challenge in the form of a puzzle, you've found the toughest one to piece together. Juliet Lennox is as confusing, frustrating and angering as they come. She is complex at times and others can be as easy to figure out as a blank sheet of paper. She's fun to be around and a blast of a person when you get to know her. She's always cautious but when the blank spots begin to get filled in, it gets a little easier to figure out where everything else goes and where exactly it come from and how it fits the way it does. It's easy to start with the basics first, like with every puzzle. Everything fits so much better that way.

Little Miss Hellfire. Little Miss Sunshine. Why do they always sound so innocent?Well, innocent isnt exactly a very great word to even begin describing Juliet. It's probably an antonym for her. It's basically the opposite of everything she is. She ahs a large knack for getting into piles and heaps of trouble that she can't get out of alone. She has bad habits of trying really hard to get that five finger discount whenever she goes to a store and spots something she likes. She's sort of like a hippie. She thinks that paying for things is sort of pointless but in a way, unlike a hippie, she gets why she should have to. She ends up in the local PD at least once every other week, if not more than that. In some months, it ends up being once a week. She doesn't really care though. It's like a "well fxck you" sort of thing. She's very opinionated and it blares out of her attitude. A lot of people tend to run scarce from it but some people think it's a rather nice attachment. She's sort of like that viscious dog you always have with you at all times that scares the crap out of the stupid people. Her bite's much worse than her bark, though.

One of Juliet's biggest thoughts is how the world would even try to survive without laughter. There is no medicine to cure depression other than a good laugh and a great big smile to accompany it. She's the type of girl who giggles at the littlest things, no matter what it is. She loves to have a good time and even if it involves passing out from oxygen deprivation from laughing so goddamn much, she's up for it. Her smile is almost always contagous as well as her insane off the wall sayings that tend to leave people falling apart at the seams from laughter. She's crazy and knows it. She loves the sound of laughter, woever it comes from and a smile always makes her day brighter. If someone can make her day any better, she won't give up until she does the exact same for them.

Addicitons are huge problems for the human race. When you find something that makes you so happy and feel so good that you can't get enough, you never stop trying to get as much as you possibly can. Juliet is like that with a lot of things. She's always been a little deprived when it comes to affection so she tries to get anything anywhere she can any way she can. This involves being a little bit of a slxt. She tends to fall into the arms of a guy whenever he says anything she wants to hear. It's a horrible thing and she knows it too. Sometimes, though, when you're addicted, nothing can stop you from getting what you want. It's not that she just gives herself up to anyone but if they say the right things to her, get her drunk or treat her just the right way, she gives it up a little too easily. She doesn't consider herself a sl*t, just a little on the easy side. It's a little bad, sure. She doesn't ever care enough to stop. One thing positive about her though: she's loyal. Sometimes. Unless she gets totally trashed. That's when the problems start.

Who doesn't hate fxcking drama? Well, the one person who does the most is the fxcking princess herself. Juliet can NOT stand drama and the dramatic idiots who like to drag it along with them wherever they go. She hates it when people cry over nothing and act like the whole fxcking world hates them. It's a load of crap to her and she hates it. HATES IT. That is offically pet peeve number one. Besides when people chew with their mouths open and look like savage animals that have been starved for eternity and so have to devour whatever is in sight. She's the more meek type of person who's calm and relaxed whenever in a large group of people. She knows that for some people, they just love to make a huge scene so they know that everyone's attention is on them. Now, if Juliet runs up to someone she knows and tackles them to the ground in a crowd of people, that's not because she wants attention, it's because she's a rapist. Not really. It's because she loves to be goofy and mess around, playing around and hurting people. Hurting people is always good.

Loud? LOUD? LOUD. It's fun to be loud. Juliet has a huge freakin mouth and even the people in China know it. She loves to express herself, even if it involves being so loud that people wake up. She can't stand being quiet for more than a few minutes at a time. Her laugh is as loud as her voice too. So when she's in a really good mood, it's like "SCREAMHERETHENOVERLYLOUDLAUGH" It's pretty damn amazing to her. She doesn't care what she says either. She has a mouth of a sailor and laughs anytime someone tells her about it. Duh, she knows. It's not like she doesn't realize she says s**t damn, f*ck, c*nt, b*tch, ass every other word. She may act stupid but she's not a complete and whole moron. Only partially. But thats alright because it's fun to be that way.

Fell it. Don't think it through. Juliet is an all heart kind of person. She only makes decisions that are relavant to her heart and not really what she thinks. She tends to like to make better decisions that way. It all works out better if that happens. Some people call her insane and completely crazy but she knows exactly what she's doing, even if no one else does. It's all that matters to her and what is most important is that she realizes what happens can not be changed. Maybe that's why she doesn't think about the things she does: almost everything is pure impulse. It's a bad habit almost always but it works out in the end and that's what keeps her happy. Nothing ever brings her down too much and that's the good thing about it, as confusing as it might be. It's always a plus to know to feel instead of to use logic where it won't always work.

Sample RP:

Why? Why should someone EVER take ANY advice? Ever? Juliet knew that she shouldn't. She was not fairly thrilled with what she had decided to do but she knew she needed the money so she had taken Thos's advice and gotten a muggle summer job, even though it was nearing the end of summer. She had heard about how Boomerang Bay was on a serious lifeguard shortage and how they were even paying to get some teens willing to finish out the summer certified. They were in desperate need and so was Juliet, in another sense. She knew she was in dire need of money especially with moving out and things. It was getting to be pretty hectic but at the same time, she was realizing that she was in need of a job anyways. She needed that awesome work ethic, right? Well, to her she could really care less. She just wanted the money to start up the "Juliet is going to need a lot of cash" savings jar. She still was working on trying to just get her focus on life all situated and worked out so that she was prepared for whatever was coming her way. She was pretty sure she was on her route to that road, it was just a matter of keeping to it. Not something she was so good at.

There were a lot of things that she had come to realize recently and a lot of them weren't the best. She knew that this was her last year in highschool and after that, she was off to college, assuming she got accepted. She had low self esteem when it came to her smarts and how intelligent she was. She knew that she had the brain power, just lacked the will to apply it. This was proved obvious by the fact that she was now working here with all of these bratty, snotty little kids who thought that just because they were swimming in pools their parent's tax dollars paid for, they could boss her around. It was a little annoying. Okay, it was a whole hell a lot of annoying but she had promised herself that she was going to see this job through until the end of the summer, no matter how many kids pissed her off. She was going to keep her anger in check and act like the perfect role model. She'd gotten this job because of a lack of lifeguards and she couldn't figure out why so many people had quit. That had been made obvious the moment some kid decided that it would be awesome to shoot her right in the face with a watergun.

So there was one part of this job that she really liked; making the kids sit out. She felt like she had control and she loved seeing the look on their mad little faces when she told them to sit down. She knew it made them feel three again and they hated feeling like they were in time-out. It was pretty redeeming to her and so that was what she did to the snothead that decided her face need washed with chlorine water. She knew though that she was getting off soon, thank god because she couldn't stand this much longer. It was annoying and not to mention she felt like she were baking. She had even considered the possibility that she shouldn't have taken the job and she should have just let the little kids drown for all she cared. Okay, so that was her cynical side talking but it was only because she hated when the little brats had to be overly bearing and snobby. Then it was like "Oh, what's that? You're drowning? I CANT HEAR YOU." No, she wouldn't do that. But it was an entertaining thought.

And finally it was a quarter till and someone was trying to get her attention to tell her that she could switch shifts with someone else and she nearly cried out in joy. She climbed down from her seat and grudgingly told the boy he could get up but next time, it was going to be a half an hour if he did it to another lifeguard and that she let him off pretty easy although, she secretly wanted to shove him in the water just for the fun of it. She stretched, adjusting her swimsuit top. Another bad thing about the job; bathing suits. It wasn't too bad but whatever. She slid her sunglasses back onto the top of her head and yawned, pulling down the towel off the back of her chair. She headed to the concession, snatching up a bottle of water before heading to sit down. She was cut off by a slew of around ten or so kids and she stopped on her toes to let them pass. She looked over and saw the boy they'd come in with and took the chair next to him. "Want some company?" she offered with a friendly smile.

Must be Sournois

[irinaethelbert]

IRINA YLVA ETHELBERT
First Name: Irina

Last Name: Ethelbert

Age: 15

Appearance:

History:

Irina Ylva Ethelbert, youngest of three daughters born to Wolfgang and Helena Ethelbert, is quite the demanding child. First thing you should know about Irina, is that she wasn’t born on French soil, the blonde hair and blue eyed trouble-maker, migraine inducer was born in a small hospital in Austria. The Ethelbert family immigrated to France from Austria as Wolfgang took up a decent paying job at the Ministry (working as a translator), when Irina was five, and she had been in France ever since. Having three children, Helena gave up her full time job as a Healer to pursue freelance writing as it would give her the time to stay home with Irina and her sisters. Thus far, her two older sisters have both graduated from Beauxbatons, and once again the spotlight is on Irina. Which has both positive and negative aspects on her, she likes being in the centre of attention but not when it’s the yelling at her for her underachieving grades, or getting into arguments in school. Wolfgang and Helena tries their best to understand, help and even train Irina to be less aggressive and more accepting, yet all their efforts were half wasted as these pleas go into deaf ear for Irina is stubborn as a lazy mule when it comes to changing her beliefs about something.
Personality:

The atmosphere at home, unsurprisingly, influenced Irina in a great extent. Being the youngest of three, she learned from a young age her mother automatically paid more attention to her, and she likes it that way. Her attempts in outshining her older sisters seems like all in a day’s work, but really Irina puts in a lot of effort just to be shining in the spotlight. For that reason, Irina could be quite snobbish and conceited at times, as she takes excess pride in her own achievements and glory that she hopes could one day finally steal the show from her undeserving siblings.

Irina is no fool, though not book smart, she understands the way of the world and mostly how everything works. As girls could trade their alluring looks for power and position, Irina is not shy about using her looks to get what she wants, or do anything she could possibly do to get what she wants.

One could say Irina is a little bit manipulative and pushy, which to most people spells out cold hearted, inapproachable, not many people could tolerate her, or befriend her. Then again, as the youngest in the family she was forced to use whatever means necessary to be taken seriously, not as the cute-goody-two shoes Rina, youngest, but someone whom people respects, or even fears a little. One of the things she hates is not being listened to, or not taken seriously. The girl has a short fuse, which she won’t admit, and is trying to work out, as her ill-temper will get her not far in life.

Sample RP:

“Rina!”

Having her name called, her eyes wandered up curious at the scene like a short haired grey tabby cat. “Lauren?” The sixteen year old girl addressed her eldest sister in the same curious manner bestowed upon her. Her blue grey eyes searching her sister for an answer, as the older girl hasn’t given any hint at the sudden outburst of excitement. It was eleven at night, and currently the air was filled with suspense as the candles in the living room burnt the scent of vanilla and faded sounds of giggles from her sister had barely left the room. The older of the Ethelbert sisters giggled again.

Most of the times when Lauren was like this, it was either one of her boyfriends came and pick her up for a date, stroll in the park somewhere like innocent couples did, or…actually it was only that. Except today her face looked enlightened with some brand new knowledge. Irina could see that bubbling in her eyes, something so secretive not even Dasha knows, because Dasha was an idiot and is snoozing upstairs, Irina mused for a moment what her second eldest sister could be up to but the girl was intrigued by the offering now. Oh secrets! Secrets Dasha wouldn’t know about! Big juice, fat gossip was coming her ways and she knew it.

“Well? SPILL!” The girl commanded hopping off the oversized lounge chair, the magazine in her lap long forgotten dropped to the ground, not that it mattered much anymore. She latched onto her older sister’s arm. “Lauuuuuuuurrieeeeeeee tell me what’s the big secret!!” She rocked the older girl’s arm like a swing. “Tell me now! Or I’ll get angry at you and…”

“Jake said we are sneaking out tonight, I nee –“

Irina sighed. Why was it always Jake and her? If it was anything the boy was nothing but a boy in her eyes and his family wasn’t even that rich. “Someone to cover for you, right, tell me at least he’s buying you dinner, or something…that’s more than twenty galleons,”

“He doesn’t need to, we are perfectly happy together it does not matter who pays for the food Rina, you’ll understand one day,” Lauren smiled, it was a sickening smile. Not that her sister was physically sick with some kind of deformities, but the girl’s eyes were glimmering with some kind of hope it made Irina sick. She wasn’t a little kid. She knew what this thing was. This thing called dating her sister has gotten into recently.

Irina had kissed boys too, but they were foolish, had nothing to offer, but a cheesy smile on their flushed faces, and lump in their throat at lost at what to say when she tells them their kissing was crap, and they needed to take some lessons before she’d want to kiss them again. This fascination with kissing, what good does it do for the whole picture?

“I hope he’s paying for something, since me covering for you isn’t cheap – money please, and thank you.” She held her hand up to her sister. Business, was business and that was all there is to it.


Must be Sournois

[alicehart]

First Name: Alice

Last Name: Forster

Age: 17


Appearance:



Build:

Tall enough for her age, Alice can be higher than any girl from her school, she stands at a height of 5' 7½" (1.71 m), being very skinny, but still having soft curves that enhance her figure.
Alice is dark-skinned, however she has no clue from whom she inherited every aspects of her own figure.

Alice has beautiful, profound and sad dark-brown eyes, being a complete brunette with nice face lines. Beyond that, she has well formed long legs, perfect for the several escapes from the orphanage when she was younger and lonely, and also amazing for jogging and swimming, both her favourite sports.
She has short and silky dark-brown hair with strange green and blue scintillation when she's close or inside water.
One time she was compared to a dolphin, just because her eyes shined blue inside water, and some mentioned they also sparkled the same colour when she was mad at something or someone.
She rarely wears makeup, and when she does, it's the most natural look she can get out with.


Personality:

Alice respects very much people who always tell the truth. She was taught to always find the truth, and she fought all her life to find out the veracity about her family, but she always came out frustrated and with empty hands. Her deep and quiet tone of voice is calming, and very warm. Alice loves to help people, although she seems more cold and lonely on the outside. When people gain her trust, she's the best friend, the best worker they could meet and work with.

Alice has a true passion for books and knowledge. But she also likes to be practical about almost everything, even with love. Because of this earthy behaviour and loneliness, Alice never had a boyfriend, but she's respected by everyone for her intelligence and sincerity, and warm heart. Alice believes in hard work and she knows that success is dependent of someone's effort.

When it is about emotion and deep feelings, externally Alice seems indifferent, but she easily falls in love, and she's a true romantic. However, she doesn't have the confidence to tell her feelings, or walk the first step, she's too shy for that. Beyond that, she's also very stubborn and when she puts something in her head, there's nothing and anyone who can change her mind.

It's very difficult for Alice to read men, once she lived all her life among women, all of them nuns, married to Jesus Christ. But she doesn't regret it, because she loved all the women that took care of her, especially Sister Anna, who was always her teacher, the one who showed all the wonderful things in the world, including love, giving Alice all the qualities, intelligence and knowledge she has about the real world. She even told her the love she had for a man before becoming a nun, and it was just amazing. Sister Anna was like a mother for her, giving all the support Alice needed to become a great woman.

However, living inside walls, between nuns made her a very innocent girl, and Alice has some difficulties at socialization, but her warm heart and nice behaviour to people that respect her, facilitates the developing of new friendships. Alice respects and loves every single being in the world, be it humans (muggles, wizards, squibs, etc), animals or even plants. When Alice decided to go to Beauxbatons, Sister Anna gave a pet - a beautiful cattle-dog, with cream hair. That way she would never be alone, and she would always remember the orphanage and the people in Scotland.

Likes:

Alice enjoys reading various kinds of books, especially history, biology, romances, adventures.
She also loves outside sports, especially alpinism, jogging and long walks. Beyond that she loves to swim, which is the one sport that she has incredible promptness to do, unlike her friends, who always say she's like a fish.

Dislikes:

Alice hates false people, traitors, liars and spiders.


History:

Family Crest



The Crest of the Forster Family are the three black hunting horns on a silver background. This insignia first appears depicted in the time of William Forster, Esquire who appeared in the Muster Roll of the Peel of Linlithgow in 1311 as a knight. He was the progenitor of the Lords Forrester. Their family seat was at Torwood Castle, from which they supervised and guarded the Royal Forest of Tor Wood. The first Lord Forrester of Corstorphine was Sir Adam Foster, who inherited the castle and property there in 1635.

Past History

Alice was born in the bosom of Forster's family, an old family with a mysterious history she have never heard before. When she was two years old, her mother Linda left her by the door of an old church in Scotland, and the nun who found her, took care of her during all her life, and she lived side by side with other abandoned children. Unlike the other children, Alice was left with a letter from her mother, telling her true name, including the surname, but she let it unfinished and she never discovered who she was and why she was abandoned.

Alice lived her first 11 years in an orphanage administered by nuns and priests, close to an old church. She was well treated, but she also worked very much, and prayed too much. She believes in God and she respects very much the people from the church. But the mystery of her family never let her rest, what were they - death eaters, wizards, muggles, squibs, dark wizards? Alice never knew.

However, when she made 11 years old, she received a letter from Hogwarts. Feeling the pressure coming from the nuns, who obviously didn't believe in a magic world, Alice was obligated to decline the invitation. Later, she received other letter, in French. Fortunately for her, she learned French with the lots of books she had read, and she knew it was another invitation to become a student for another witchcraft school, but this time in France, called Beauxbatons. Alice hesitated for years, but a letter from her mother made her change ideas. So, she was 16 years old when she sent an answer, telling she accepted to study in Beauxbatons.

It was very refreshing, being with other people, and knowing she was a witch was so amazing, as being part of the wizarding world, the world she always read as being false and inexistent. The nuns couldn't control her once she was 16 and the top age on that orphanage was 16. So, she was considered an adult already. How did a letter change her mind? What did the letter say about her life? Her mother had written that she belonged to a family of wizards and witches, and the ring, the one Alice wore since the nun gave it her, telling it pertained to her mother, was the secret to her family. The ring had the Forster crest, made with emeralds and silver, and when plunged in the water an engraving - a symbol, Alice never understood.

About four months ago, Alice received another letter from her mother. It was a really strange letter - it had a quote from someone she didn't know, and she never discovered what it meant, and from where or what it was from.


Sample RP:

A girl was leaning on the windowsill of her bedroom. She looked very miserable, even more than usual. The last day she was very bubbly, but today she was feeling frustrated, and something inside was making her feel empty and nervous at the same time.

Her eyes watched stonily as the raindrops dropped elegantly from the now gray sky. It appeared to be raining rather hard - she could hear the pitter-patter of the rain on her window. Something about the current weather affected her mood, something was troubling her, it was coming from her interior, but she couldn't understand what it was and why was this happening.

As her eyes roamed, Alice thought she caught a glimpse of a figure down, below her, on the courtyard, twirling around. Thinking it was a hallucination, she rubbed her eyes forcefully, before returning her gaze on the figure. Indeed, she was not mistaken. It was a boy, surely younger than Alice was, once she had 17 years old, and was still in the first year. The boy happened to be twirling around in the rain.

Cocking her head to one side, she hesitated for a moment before making a run for the staircase, making her way to the courtyard
Alice was determined to see who this boy was. He looked unfamiliar, but there was something in him that reminded Alice of - heaven forbid - herself. She smirked, it was so stupid, but Alice felt confused and that boy twirling under the rain looked like a lost person; she was so lost in her thoughts that she went skidding across the marble floor at the bottom of the staircase. Turning a corner to reach her final destination, she finally slowed down her rhythmic footsteps.

However, she hesitated, should she trouble the boy? And why was she so anxious to meet this guy? It was strange, but she felt he had answers for her. But how? How could a boy she never met before have answers for her? Feeling even more agitated, Alice walked out... the rain immediately caught her unguarded and her body got wet. Alice looked around... no-one! "Where is he?" she thought to herself. "Hey! Is anyone here? Where are you?" she yelled to the void, no-one answered. What was happening here? Maybe he saw her and ran away, or maybe he found the door and went to his common-room. Feeling frustrated, Alice turned inside and almost screamed when she saw the boy behind her. It was him, the one guy twirling in the rain... he was looking at her, two beautiful and deep brown eyes, starring at her... silence. On that moment, Alice's viscera twisted and chill grew up her spine...

Must be Rouerie

[kale]

<sup>First Name: Kale

Last Name: Madyrn

Age: 17

Appearance:

He's a man who really doesn't attempt to be anything other then himself. He doesn't care, honestly. He's tall, around 6'1", and heavily built with muscle, well over 200lbs. He holds a very athletic physique, and when he wants to, is capable of tremendous things with his strength and speed.

He's not the best looking guy around. He's scruffy with the facial hair, keeps his hair spiked up in a messy fashion, and doesn't wear the nicest of clothes, but he's never let any of that stop him from getting around. He is what he is.


History: His mother's spirit, his father's flame. How this unholy union came to be, it will never be known. She'd loved a demon, he'd used a witch. She'd given him her life, he'd taken it and refused to give it back. She tried to reason, he had left her...

Born without a purpose. That's what you could say. His mother had died shortly after giving birth to him. She was able to give him a name before passing. Kale. His last name, she opted to give him that of his father's, so he may know his roots, despite his father's missing.

Since he'd known nothing of either parents, and one was missing, the other dead, he'd spent his childhood going from one foster family to another. He'd never been accepted into any one of them to stay for a definite time because of his...strange behaviors. Throughout his life, he's always been silent and mysterious, but he's also had many random happenings come about in his presence.

The first of these events was at the age of eleven, when a young boy had been mysteriously hung by his ankles above a cliff and suspended in midair. If not for Kale standing by the boy, watching him, he would probably never of been caught. But its been that way since he was born. When he'd do something wrong, he'd stand before it. He'd watch it.

The next of these events happened not to far from the first, where another boy had been tossed back and forth from wall to wall, breaking several bones in the process. All these acts continued up until the age of sixteen, where he was sent off from his last foster home and sent to a family willing to accept him, despite knowing his troubles.

They took him into a home out in the country, gave him his own room, and clothes, accessories, anything he needed. Kale never spoke to them, but he did listen. The couple who'd taken him in were a witch and a wizard, and they'd known the reason behind his behaviors. Kale would sit for hours on end, watching them do things with magic.

The stare was always blank, but the mind was ever absorbing, taking everything in, then practicing it late at night. He didn't really keep much of his life in check, but when it came to hiding who he was, he was an expert. His new family was never aware of what he did or how he did it. He was almost a ghost...a shadow to the world.

Eventually, his foster parents had decided to see about enrolling him into some schooling even though he was already almost too old. They wanted him to awaken to the world, to come to meet his peers and learn more about the magical arts he possess within him. He was invited by a certain school...

Thus, he has come to Beauxbatons. He isn't too thrilled about this at all. In fact, if anything, he feels a large amount of anger towards his so called parents for sending him here. Now the school will hold his mystery. Only time will tell if something will come of it...


Personality: Have you ever wandered too far into the dark? Have you ever felt alone? Scared? Confused? Broken? Tormented? These are what seem visible when you look into Kale's eyes. He never smiles. Never seems to blink. He's always just...there. Throughout his life its been that way. His personality never seemed to change. People have tried to spark conversation with him, but only get met with a stare.

Its these behaviors that have given him the label of a loner. Mysterious at that, and feared to a point. When he does do certain actions, they can cause great harm. It seems he is dark...evil...chaotic. But that's the only side of him he lets anyone see. Maybe there's more to him than meets the eye, but all he is willing to show is what he's been labeled as.

Outcast...

If there is anything underneath those dark eyes, one may never know...


Sample RP: "Do you hate me?"

Kale let his gaze roam to her eyes, watching as she spoke to him with a sense of anger. He read her voice, and he knew what emotions ran through her right now. He could of said something, but he chose not to react on it at all.

"Kale, we adopted you, took you into our home, and we're doing so much good for you. You can at least answer us when we ask you a simple question. You've never said a word to us, but this one matters, Kale. Please, will you accept the invitation and go to Beauxbatons or not?"

He didn't react yet again, his eyes like arrows, piercing into her, but the rest of him, so uncaring. He turns his gaze to the stairs as the creaking of his adopted father walking up caught his attention. He eyes the man for a moment, then turns his gaze towards the wall opposite them.

"He won't answer me. I can't get him to agree to anything." "Then we'll just send him. No answer, no choice. He needs this anyways." "If you insist..."

The man walked back downstairs, then the woman turned her eyes back to Kale. "I know you may not like us, but you will listen. Tomorrow, I demand you have your items packed. You've got everything you need already. We'll see you in the morning."

Turning her head, she shut the door, then walked downstairs. Kale's eyes glanced to the closed door once they left. Such simple people. They didn't understand it at all. He sneers as his cold eyes watch out his window, drawing on the hours to the next day.

He didn't like this idea one bit, but would it even matter? Not really. He turns his head back to the door. A small rat had been scurrying around the edge, looking for a way out. Kale had a route in mind. His eyes flashed white, and in an instant, the mouse was no more then a pile of ash.

He looked to it for a moment, then turned his gaze back to the window, watching out as all the people passed along the ever darkening streets...

Beauxbatons...it doesn't know what its in for...</sup>

Must be Rouerie

[guyleroy]

I’m just a Guy,,,
FIRST NAME: Adrien

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MIDDLE NAME: Guy[/B]
LAST NAME: Leroy[/B]
BIRTH DAY: February,17th 1993[/b]
AGE: 15[/B]
BLOOD TYPE:[/B] part-Veela, otherwise Half blood.
APPEARANCE: [/B] Guy is rather average, the boy is average at everything he does if he do them the conventional way, and the same goes for his looks. At first glance people would notice only his head of fluffy blond hair and hazel eyes, boring – most people would say, as boys of pale white skin, blonde hair and hazel eyes were common. His only distinguishing mark is a mole above the upper lip, which he likes and hates at the same time. Guy can’t decide on which side, since the mole highlights his individualism, makes him unlike the other guys.



HISTORY:

No one ever expected,

No one ever expected Guy to do anything, it was a fact, since Guy was a mistake child of some rich businessman and what people would consider a ‘shameless’ woman over a night of muffles conversations and drinking at a social event. At the time, his high profile father did not wish to have Guy, as he was already committed into a relationship with two other kids. Unfortunately for that, Guy grew up without a father, and barely a mother who was away every night to continue her job as an “escort” just to make ends meet. Not that he minds, he knows his mother is just doing so to make ends meet, thus he aspires to be someone important when he grows up, he wants to be someone important, so he can save himself from the filth people expect him to thrived in for so long.


PERSONALITY:


Guy is what you would call a rather determined person, he is ambitious, and gets away with a lot of things using all he’s got. As he knows cheating and winning at the end is what counts. He is also very choosey when it comes to associating with people. He can be a blatant suck up to those higher than him and a heartless superior to those falls lower to him. Social status and the riches is very important to him even though he comes from a lower class family, he pretends he is just as good as those stinking rich boys with money to burn. And most of the time he does, by cunningly take control of a situation and uses those who are resourceful.



ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:
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Seriously!? SERIOUSLY!? COULD YOU SPELL IT OUT FOR HIM, SCREAM IT ANY LOUDER SERIOUSLY?! The boy threw the letter at the owl that had just delivered it, to the wrong hands but he did. It was another bill, from their landlord, telling them to pay up or they’d have to go somewhere else. b**tard! Guy eyed the owl flapping its wings, angry at him for his behaviour with the letter. What did it want anyways? He had no time for this, he had better things to do. “Stupid frig!” He brushed his fisted hand and took a swing at the unfortunate bird. Fleeing with a screeching hoot, Guy’s movement was exaggerated to catch the thing by it’s claws, he’d teach that thing a thing or two. Except the boy’s hand collided with the open window and smashed right through.

“BLASTED OWL! I’LL CATCH YOU! I SWEAR!” He screamed outside peering out the window with his now bleeding forearm out and waving at the invisible trail the owl left. “Blasted!” He muttered swallowing back indecencies that would’ve leaked out more if he hadn’t looked down all of a sudden and the ruddy people on the streets peered at his second floor open window.

A boy with a bleeding arm that was bizarre right? Not exactly, you’d have to consider where you looked. Here it was the slums of Paris, one wouldn’t be surprised at the common cockroaches that decided to join you at dinner, the rats that were the size of footballs deciding to join you as you woke up first thing in the morning. He wiped his stinging hand on his pants.

Oh she was going to like this one. That broken window was going to cost at least a few extra this month and Guy knew his mother wouldn’t be happy if she knew. Now what to do, he could always blame it on the damn bird, it’s blind enough that owl. If it dared to ever come back, he’ll have it for dinner. Oh just watch.

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Must be Sournois