Sorting (Term Nine)

[Noemi Lefèvre]

First Name: Noemi
Last Name: Lefevre
Age: fifteen
Appearance:
meet

a

beautiful

girl

History:
They had had a simple life, the Lefevres. They had a beautiful house, with three beautiful girls, each girl had their own unique personality and beauty. Bastien and Evandne were truly blessed and told each of their daughters each day about how much they adored them. Noemi was born January 13, 1992. The day was cold and the wind had blown the family into shivers as Noemi came out of her mother's stomach. Her mother had thought of this as the most gentle and painless birth she has had, resulting in her naming her Noemi for gentle and beautiful. The family life had been pretty peaceful until Noemi was four.

A Death Eater had mistakingly killed their mother, Evandne, leaving their father in total despair. The family relocated to a Muggle community, their father becoming obsessed with a no magic life. He thought that by taking them away that the magic would go away, but it didn't. Her older sister, Lunette, had gone off to school and Noemi didn't know where the oldest one, Coralle, went. Noemi strived to go there also, so fascinated by the magic world. She quickly grew to love reciting spells that she had read about in her father's books. She danced around the house, singing them out as her feet leaped about. Her sister had grown to love Herbology and was an animagus, secretly Noemi envied her. Noemi wanted to turn into a dolphin or a cat, she wanted to have the love of something that her father adored also. She spent her days waiting for letters from her sisters and prancing about.

Before Lunette had left, Lunette and her had always gotten along but as time grew on problems piled over problems, and they started to grow about. They began bickering about everything and each strived to do something horrible to the other. As she went off to school Noemi wanted to be her own person. She waited for the day to leave her depressed father and get her letter of acceptance to the school. Her father always relied on her for cooking, cleaning and buying things. He always murmured crazy things about his dead wife, and Noemi would often roll her eyes and cry herself to sleep those nights. She would cry because she wanted her sisters to take care of him, she was the youngest why was it her responsibility? She cried because she wanted her mother there to hold her and she cried because she wanted out of this life. Finally, her day came when her letter had arrived. Noemi had packed faster than anyone had ever had, kissed her father goodbye and went off to school.

Personality:
Noemi was a girl of her own kind. Throughout the years, the hardships of having no mother and being the youngest, always in her sister's shadows, had made her into a very hard girl to conquer. She had a wall between her and everyone, she let very few pass that wall. She tends to keep her eyes out for danger and trouble, and she isn't afraid to approach it. She finds that she has faced the worst, and that there isn't anything that she can't conquer. She often gets hurt in the end also. Going after a boy, demanding attention from him and ending up getting dumped by him, after that would happen she would cry and cry, eat all day long and think that the world is ending.

She was hard to please also. She demanded a lot, being the youngest and having to do everything for a year, she wants attention. She is desperate for attention, but when she receives it she doesn't know what to do with it. She doesn't know how to react properly to things, always overreacting and making big drama out of something little. She tends to go into tears easily, even though she doesn't want to. She wants to seem hardcore and as if nothing can take her down. She does go down easily though, always crying when something goes wrong. She likes when things stick to plans, she likes knowing what is going to happen, but she often does not know what is going to happen.

She also wants to be accepted and seem hip. She finds that by partying and kissing, she will receive that. She'll receive that and attention that she wants. She loves to flirt and secretly loves fighting with people, and bickering. She loves to gossip and finds that it makes her feel superior and important. She loves to feel wanted, and will go to ridiculous places to feel that way.

If you are lucky and get over her hard wall, you can see that she was a young girl who just wants a little love and friendship. She just wants to be a teen and go out and have fun. She only causes the drama to fulfill her needs of attention and "love". She really does have a lot of troubles, and what she really needs is a shoulder to lay her red head on.

Sample RP:
The day was cloudy, overcast and way too gray for Noemi's liking. She slowly took her pale pink sheets off her slim frame and swung her legs over the bed. The tall legs reached down to the cool, hardwood floor; the coldness sent chills up her spine and woke her up more than she desired to be. She yawned, a loud, clear one, as she stretched her freckled arms over her head while arching her back. She stretched and finally rose from the bed, rubbing her blue eyes. Those eyes that were rare, her red hair that was also red was messily everywhere. Everything about her was practically rare in her family. Her height, her eye color, her hair, her freckles, and everything else. None of her family had red hair, her father had told her that it was received from her great-grand uncle or someone of that area. Her eyes were the same as her father's but her father's were more blue, a blue that was almost black, described as navy. Her freckles came from nowhere, nowhere at all, as if she was abducted by aliens who gave her the horrid gift of freckles. Her height was obtained from her lanky Aunt Alodie, her was horrid in so many ways that weren't simply countable.

Noemi hastily walked over to the mirror and grabbed her brush, she brushed for a while her long, red hair. She brushed until it was silky smooth and her body was fully awake. She smiled at herself, at her view, in the mirror. Her pouty lips making room for her sort of white teeth. She walked over to the sink, brushed her teeth until her gums bleed. She always did that, she desired those white teeth, those imperfectly white teeth that all of her family had. What was it about her? Why didn't she have those halo white teeth? She shrugged and hastily got dressed. She was wearing a simple white skirt that went to her mid-calf, it wasn't the most flattering thing but it wasn't like Noemi was going out with a boy. She paired it with a pale pink Lux Ojo De Dios tank top. Her feet were slipped into gladiator sandals. She walked down the steps and into the kitchen, where her father awaited breakfast.

She kissed his wrinkled cheek as he read the newspaper, barely reading. He just used it as an excuse, it was the daily routine. She began to hastily prepare the normal scrambled eggs, with bacon and a biscuit. She hurried as she saw her father shaking involuntarily. In less than twenty minutes, the plate was beneath his nose and he picked up his fork and began devouring the breakfast. She watched as she nibbled on a piece of bacon and swallowed it down with a glass of orange juice. She didn't know what to say. Her father so sad, so solemn. She tried to help, she tried to keep strong, it was just so hard at times. At times she wanted to rip all of her precious hair out, she wanted to scream until someone came to help. Until someone rescued her from this prison of a life. Her calling had come, a letter from school. The school that she had been desiring to go to since forever. She was due to leave tomorrow, and she didn't want to spend her last day hating her father. "Father, what time am I leaving tomorrow?" she asked with curiosity, hoping to bring up a conversation.

*i do have permission to apply for her, from Lunette*

Must be Rouerie

[sean]

First Name:
Sean

Last Name:
Frost

Age:
Seventeen

Appearance:
Sean Frost

History:
Wizarding was everything Sean knew. He didn't know anything about muggles, and thought that everyone could use magic. He was a very naive little boy. It was only when he was about ten that he found out not everyone was a witch or wizard. His parents taught him that and about the schools. He was very excited about that. He never gave any thought as to what it would be like if he were to live without magic. It was just something that he didn't think about. something he never thought he would have to think about. He knew it would be really hard.

Even though he couldn't use the magic his parents used it daily. Washing dishes, and doing all the chores around the house. Sometimes when they were out Sean would have to do a few chores, but if he had to do them all the time he thought it would kill him. It was such hard work.

That's what happens when you spoil a kid. Get him everything he wants, and live in this big fancy house. Yeah. That was his life. Sean takes everything for granted. Money, Freedom. Everything. He really needed some lessons taught to him. Although he does have some good features about him he still has problems every now, and then.

He has been in trouble a few times. Got caught stealing from convenience stores, trespassing, and other things, but his parents seem to think he still hasn't learned his lesson, but refuses to do anything about it. He has spent on average about two days in jail, and it still hasn't phased that boy. He is now seventeen, and has changed quite a bit. He doesn't do some of the things he used to, and tries to be the best he can be at everything.

Personality:
Sean is a nice guy. He is though stuck up his own butt more times than people might like, and always puts himself up on a pedestal. Then he often wonders why no one ever wants to talk to him. He is very competitive. Although he doesn't like to admit it if he loses it bothers him immensely.

He treats women well though. Sean was raised to never his a woman, and to treat them like princesses no matter what they looked like. Always open the door for them, pull their chair out for them. Treat them like they are supposed to be treated. Sometimes he forgets some of 'the rules' overall though he does pretty well.

Sample RP:
Sean paced around the front yard. He was eager to get to the train station, but his mother, and father were holding him up as always. He moved his eyes over to the car to make sure his bags were in there. Sure enough everything he had packed, and what he packed it in were already in there. He sighed, and then looked at the large white three story house. It was taller than that though with the attic, but he never counted that as a story. Sean crossed his arms over his chest, and watched the silhouettes of his parents walking around their third story bedroom. They were obviously looking for something, and it was more than likely going to take all day, it usually did.

With a grumble Sean fell back in the grass, and looked up at the sky. The clouds were moving quickly across the blue sky. Just like when he was younger he tried to make things out of the clouds. The only thing he could picture was a race car, and a rabbit. Which made things better for the moment because he was not worrying about getting to the station in time, but once he ran out of clouds. His attention turned right back onto the subject. He looked back at the window, and he didn't see anything. "finally" He muttered to himself.

Opening the large oak doors that led into the main hallway of the house he walked through entering the kitchen seeing his mother rummaging through the fridge. "it's not like were in a hurry or anything mom. Im sure my schooling can wait another year." He wasn't an ungrateful brat. Never. He just got impatient very very quickly. His mom looked at him, and then down at her watch. "Im sorry dear i'll tell your father." She closed the refrigerator door, and ran up the stairs. Sean walked back outside, and sat in the back of the car. The only problem with the whole thing was that he couldn't drive himself. He would have it he wasn't leaving on the train. He probably would have been there had he driven himself.

In a matter of seconds his parents were out the door, and in the car. "Sorry sport. I lost track of time." That name bugged him sometimes. It was the name his father used for him ever since he was ten, and not he was seventeen. Still he didn't make a fuss about it so he wouldn't upset his dad. "It's alright. I just didn't want to miss it." The eagerness grew the closer, and closer they got to the train station. He wondered what the school would be like. He was sure he was going to enjoy it quite a bit.

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Must be Sournois

[breanna1]

First Name: Alexandre
Last Name: Pierpont
Age: Sixteen
Appearance:

History:
Adelina and Stephan Pierpont, a lovely French couple, wanted so bad to have a baby. They tried for years and years, but it seemed impossible. Adelina, a muggle, prayed to God that she would one day finally conceive.

Well, on a beautiful day In November, a beautiful baby named Alexandre Pierpont was born. Stephan, the wizard, was so happy that their baby was a boy. He had always wanted to raise a son.

On Alexandre’s 11th birthday, he received his letter to Beauxbatons. He was so excited to finally get to explore the magical side of his father. Cheerfully, he went to Beauxbatons.
Personality:
Alexandre is a very laidback person. He is fun to be around and will always try to make you laugh and have a good time. He is also very honest, but not brutally honest. He would never want to hurt someone with his words.

If Alexandre doesn’t like you, that’s a whole different story. He will say things to hurt you and he might even make it physical. When he’s mad, he’ll say a bunch of really mean things, even if he doesn’t mean them.

Now, we get to the flirting side of Alexandre. He is a big flirt, but if he really likes a girl, he won’t be too forward with her. He thinks that is rude.
Sample RP:
Alexandre was extremely excited to meet up with his best friend, Lexi. He hadn’t seen a lot of her. Half of the Summer, he had been traveling with his parents from place to place. They were eager to spend a lot of time with him before he went away to school. So, meeting with Lexi, after all that time, was going to be thrilling. He was ready to catch up with her.

He quickly turned a corner and noticed a young woman leaning up against the wall where Lexi and Alex were suppose to meet. That can’t possibly be Lexi. Is that her? As he got closer to the girl, he realized that she was smoking. Okay, that’s not Lexi. It better not be. He hurried over to the girl and realized that, for sure, it was his best mate. He didn’t think this would be the first thing he would say to her, but he burst out and said, “What in the world do you think you’re doing?”

Must be Cossu

[catpower]

First Name: Kasey
Last Name: McConanwitch
Age: 14
Appearance:
History: Kasey was born to Charles and Maggie Lynn McConanwitch. She has 2 older brother, Jack and Peter, who are identical twins. Pa's a pure-blood and Mum's a seer.

Every summer, they take a porkey and go to France to visit their Uncle Pierre Johnas and his family.

From the moment Kasey was born she loved to draw and was very creative. Upon turning 11, she has become more creative and has inherited her mother's ability in being able to interpret crystal balls.

Kasey had gotten 2 letters on her 11th birthday. One letter was from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the second letter was from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
Kasey couldn't wait to learn magic, because then she could repay her twin brothers back for the tricks they play on her.

Personality: Kasey is friendly and extremely smart for someone her age. People are surprised when after talking to her, that she is only 15. She loves being around family and friends, especially her cousin Fleur Johnas who lived in France. Kasey loves to draw. She has a knack for remembering her dreams. She gets really annoyed when people interrupt her from glazing in a crystal ball or from drawing down her dreams or images of what she's seen in the crystal ball.

Sample RP: Kasey had gotten a letter from Beauxbaton Academy of Magic. " Ooh , Ma and Pa are going to disown you!" Her older twin brothers had told her. It was known fact by know, Kasey McConanwitch is not going to Hogwarts, like the rest of her family. Kasey ran down the hall to her Pa's study. " Are you busy Pa? " she asked. Kasey was relieved to Pa's voice. " Not at all , Kase. Come on in."
Kasey loved it when her pa called her Kase, it made her fell special. " So my creative gal, how'a feeling about Beauxbatons?" Mr. McConanwitch asked. Kasey took a minute then responded " Well a bit a scared I guess. Oh, did Fleur 's letter come yet ?"
Fleur Johnas was Kasey's cousin, who was part fairy and was attending Beauxbatons. Pa was looking through his desk and was probably looking for Fleur's letter. "yes, Fleur's letter arrived a few minutes ago. I didn't recognize the owl who delivered it, but your cousin Fleur probably just got an owl. Ah here it is." Then her pa straighten and handed her the letter.
Kasey looked at it for a minute it definitely was Fleur's handwriting. Suddenly the letter flew out of her hand and she turn around to see Peter, one of her brothers. " Peter! Give me back my letter now." Kasey demanded angrily. Peter smirked "Why on earth would want to write to Fleur,the fairy witch?" Kasey rolled her eyes " For 3 reasons, Peter. One she's our cousin. Two I like writing to her and three , because she is currently attending Beauxbatons." she looked at her pa and found that he was in his armchair reading. "Peter.." Kasey heard someone say, so she turned back to her stupid brother Peter and there was Jack, Peter's twin. " Give Kasey back her letter right now. otherwise I'll inform Pa that you're invading and reading other people's letters." Grudgingly Peter gave her back her letter. " Thanks, so much, Jack." She said smiley " I'm not that much of a demon like Peter." Kasey laughed." Oh, Jack . What would I do without you. " Kase, the carriage is here." Her pa told her and helped her carry her trunk to the carriage.
Leaning out of the carriage window Kasey saw Jack by the front door."Tell Fleur I said hi and that Peter called her the fairy witch."Then with a wink he closed the front door.

You wouldn't have gotten 2 letters!

Must be Cossu

[brokenxroses]

First Name: Ebony
Last Name: Knight
Age: 11
Appearance:
History: Ebony Opal Knight was born on March 1, 1960. She was the elder of a set of twins, Rolan and her. She was very anti-social due to the fact her best friend betrayed her for something that could easily be bought. However, she protected her friends to the end and almost ended up dead because of it. She received her Beauxbatons letter on her 11th birthday.
Personality: very sarcastic, nice at certain times, protective and kind to her friends, occasionally anti-social
Sample RP: Ebony glanced at the room with slight disgust. Her younger brother( by a few minutes),Rolan, had horrible decorating skills. Her room was a combination of pink, black, and light blue. Ebony tucked her long black hair behind her ear and got to work. It was time to pack for Beauxbatons.
" Nelly!" she called for a house elf. " Please help me carry some of my luggage."
The house elf hoisted Ebony's suitcases and headed for the door.
Ebony breathed in deeply. "Here I come."

Your history, personality, and sample RP isn't long enough or strong enough!

[``misturrrrr.frankie.deluca]

First Name:

Franklin [Frankie]

Last Name:

DeLuca

Age:

Seventeen

Appearance:

Frankie stands at 5'6” he's pretty short, and slim for a guy, but it doesn't look bad on him at all. With naturally dark brown hair, which he dyes black or some other colors, Frank likes to change his hair style as often as possible always coming up with new ways for it to be different. His eyes are hazel in color, they turn a vivid green when he's happy, and a light brown when he's not so happy.

History:

Frankie was born on October 31st in a small town back in the States. His childhood wasn't exactly the thing good memories are made of. Most of it Frank blocked out. His father was an abusive drunk, and his mother was an enabling mental wreck. She was pretty much a push over when it came to her husband always making excuses for his behavior. Although neither one of them ever laid a hand on on him the verbal lashing were enough to scar the poor child. He found outlets for his emotional pain by taking up writing, and music. He also threw himself into his studies learning as much magic that is possible at his young age.

When Frank turned thirteen he found out he was different from other people. Not only because he was a wizard, but because he had the ability the change his shape. Whenever he would get angry, or upset he would suddenly transform into a giant beast. The first time it happened he was so terrified that he didn't return home for a week. His parents never notice that he was gone, and that was sort of a good thing. At first he thought he had gone crazy, like someone had slipped him some bad drug and he was hallucinating from it. As time went on and the changes became more frequent Frank started to look into what was going on with him. He spent endless hours on online libraries trying to find the answers when he discovered what he was. A werewolf.

Whatever Hollywood, or movies had said about this subject was completely wrong. It wasn't a full moon that caused him to change, nor was he allergic to silver, or any other things. He just changed at random until he learned to control it. It was hard at first since there was no one else there to guide him through it all. Once he started getting the hang of things, Frankie started more time in his wolf form that human. It was easier to be the beast than be the helpless kid he was. Later on Frank received a letter in the mail inviting him to a school overseas. France seemed to be the furtherest he could get away, so he quickly accepted leaving the live he knew before behind for a new adventure in a far away place.

Personality:

Depending on the settings, and the people around him, Frankie can be two different people. He can be the quiet, calm, polite person who you don't pay much attention to. Other times he is a sugar loving, hyper child who lives to be loud, and will drive you up the wall with his constant rambling about random things. For the most part it's really hard for him to sit still for too long. Frank loves people, and can often be found hanging out in the most crowded places he can find. He likes to have fun, and try not to take life so seriously.

Sample RP:

“Frankie! Hey! FRANKIE!”

Who the heck was that, and why were they yelling so loud?

“FRRRANKIE!”

Geez, this person was really going for an award in most annoying. He know his own name, so why do they insist on screaming it so loud. Can't they tell he trying to ignore them? This was that special time of the day, when Frank was actually able to sleep, and here comes some joker to mess it all up. Rolling over the brunette boy glanced at the clock resting on the nightstand. The glowing neon numbers were like a bad dream mocking his sleepy state of mind. Maybe he was misreading it. Blinking a few times, Frank looked back the clock with more awake eyes.

6:30am

No way! That couldn't be the right time. What kind of cruel person would wake someone up at that god forsaken hour? Especially when said person being woken up had just fallen asleep not even two hours ago. Who ever it was disturbing Frank's beauty sleep was going to come face to face with a pillow to the face. Letting out a groan of annoyance, the seventeen year old boy listened as foot steps came closer to his bed. Quickly his closed his eyes shut and waited for the intruder to come even closer. Just by pure guessing, Frank figured they were close enough and took the opportunity to jump out of bed pouncing on the offender.

A loud scream echoed through the room as the person hit the floor with a large 'thump' sound. Frankie planted his weight on the person's body to keep them from switching roles. It wasn't until he had finally looked down that he realized who he was now sitting on. “Crap Luka,” he said to his raven-haired roommate. “I could have killed you. Never wake the sleeping dragon! You're lucky that the fates were with you today.” Frank's serious to hide the mocking amusement he felt inside. The boy way look small, but there was a lot of werewolf strength under the surface. Times like now he was really careful as to what he didn, but he still wanted to make the boy he called his best friend slightly scared.

“Oh shut up Frankie. You're about as harmful as kitten. Now get off of me!” Luka groaned as he wigged around trying to get free.

“I'm small, but deadly like.. like a spider.” He pouted and then wrinkled his nose when he realized what he just said. “Wait, no not a spider, ew. What else is small but deadly?” It wasn't really a question that needed an answer, but his roommate felt the need to answer anyway.

“Your brain.”

A growl escaped Frankie's throat as he reached down, and started to tickle the boy under him. “My what? Huh? Say something else!” He yelled over the escalating sounds of laughter filling the space around them. “Awe poor Lukie is so ticklish. Just like a little girlie.” he teased continuing his assault on his friend. “Say uncle! Say Frankie is the smartest, most beautiful, god-like creature in the whole universe.” The sounds of protest escaping his friend's mouth made the werewolf teen grin like a mad person before he stopped. “Today is your lucky day Petrelli. Not only am I not going to kill your for waking me up at this ghastly hour, as well as stop tickling you before you pee your pants. I'm also going to give you a ten second head start out of here before I give you a weggie and try to hang you from whatever flag pole is around here.” He grin threatening. The sudden flash of surprise in Luke'a eyes was so amazingly funny that Frank couldn't hold back his laughs. “Ten. Nine. Eight....”

He started counting watching his hazel-eyed friend weigh the possible outcomes in his mind. An odd look filled Luka's eyes that oddly frighten Frank. Before he knew what was going on. The two boys had been flipped over, and Luk now had the upper hand. “Don't be stupid, Luk. You know I'm like a hundred times stronger than you.” His voice toneless, and he stared up unblinkingly. “That may be so, but at least I can do this before I run for my life.” The words sent a sudden shock of alarm through Frankie. Do this? Do what? Before he could even being to think of all the possible things that could happen a cold and very went sensation overcame him. The surprise of it all caused Frank to scream like a child who had just been scared by the boogie man.

“Ohhhhhhhh” Before Frank had a chance to gather his mind back to once piece Luka was already out the door running as fast as his legs would allow him to go. “You better sleep with one eye open from now on!!” Frankie finally yelled as he got up and looked down at his soaked Misfits tee. “Well, I guess it's shower time for me now, since I've already been pre-soaked” He grumbled out loud to no one before going to gather his toiletries.

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Must be Rouerie

[amykent]

First Name:
Amy
Last Name:
Kent
Age:
17
Appearance:

History:
Amy has had a wonderful childhood. At least, she thought she did. Her parents were very secretive, always avoiding questions about why Amy could do different things than her muggle friends. They never told her she was a witch until her father was attacked by Death Eaters, for not completing a mission. Her mother then told her that she was a witch and both her parents were Death Eaters. They soon sent her off to live with her aunt, Marion, when she was ten. This is basically where her childhood ended. There, Amy developed a love of horses and worked alongside her aunt, healing the horses. Then, a fateful summer evening, Amy and her aunt were driving back, after dropping a horse off at their owners, and they were hit from behind by a logging truck. Her aunt died soon after, in the hospital and Amy was in a coma for a month. When she woke up, her mother was standing there and said that she was going to Beauxbatons Academy, that she couldn't stay with them any longer and be put in danger. Amy hasn't from them since.
Personality:
Amy is very quite and reserved. She doesn't particularily care for talking to people about deaths and car accidents, of course, because of her aunt's death. She knows that people wonder about her, and they talk about her behind her back. But, she doesn't care about that. Her priorities are to get through school with good marks and have a life of her own. She's an individual and lets that show by doing something others aren't doing, like reading when everyone's at a party. When there's a report of Death Eater activity, she reads the article in hopes of reading of her parents. She knows this'll never happen, but she still has that glimmer of a hope. Amy's mature for her age, and isn't into the party image, makeup, and boys.
Sample RP:
Dong. Dong. The sound of the bell still rang through Amy Kent's ears. That's gonna ruin my hearing for awhile, she thought. Just listening to the sound brought back memories of her aunt, working with her, living with her. There had been a church by the house and Amy and Ty, the stablehand, always had to race to the church and back to see who got to ride first. Amy realized she was standing in the way of a few other students. She distinctly heard them scoff and mock them as they passed by her. "Well, good day to you too!" she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. She wanted to go back to that life, back to the horses and Ty.

Ty, she thought, he'd know what to do. But, I can't get a hold of him. No phone access, no email, no nothing. His face swimming in her mind, Amy started as a drop of rain fell on her face. "Eugh! What was that?!" When she saw the girls that pushed past her earlier, she couldn't resist saying something to them. "What's wrong? Too cold for you?" Her curtness cut the air, like a silver knife. Seeing them stop, she picked up the pace and didn't glance back at them until she was far into the school.

Must be Cossu

[jherrickrayne]

First Name: Jherrick

Last Name: Rayne

Age: 15yrs.

Appearance:



History:
Jherrick Rayne is the youngest of two twins from Paris, France. His sister (Kaylee) and him moved with their parents from Canada when they were only five. With French being there native language it was easy to decide were to move because time was so short and they were being hunted by a known wizard 'Scorpius Rouge' a contract killing wizard hired by my fathers old boss. Our father never told us why we were being hunted and always kept saying 'When we move, everything will be better'. It did get better when the plane touched down in Paris, i felt a cooling sensation over my body, a relaxing one, the one that made me feel like we wouldn't have to move any more and be on the run. After two months had gone by, more months had come and gone, and soon we were not longer on the run. My father got a job as a dragon catcher, and was always traveling . He made good money and brought us nice souvenirs back from the villages and countries he had gone to that were magnificent. Later on that year our mother told us that we were apart of a society of magical beings and that we would be going to Beauxbatons to learn more about our magical heritage. We never did know of our family much and still don't till today.

Personality:
Jherrick's personality is odd, he is like the weird one (He's like Luna Lovegood kinda weird that way sometimes) and usually is hanging with his friends or with his sister. He loves Mythology class and Charms. His subject he prefers over all is the Dark arts. He is an affectionate person but not always intent on showing his love for that person in front of others. He is of the bisexual orientation and loves sports.

Sample Rp:

As I look out the window, i see the magnificent white angel like creatures pulling the carriage and swooping down to the school. The school looks magnificent from the view and looks so pretty just like the powdery snow on the ground after a storm. I gaze through the window again to see the magnificent Madam Maxime standing there welcoming students and thinking of how many stories my parents have told me of how such a great Headmistress she is. As the beautiful blue carriage hops up and down as it lands bouncing off the ground like a rubber ball on a sunny day, it comes to a abrupt stop and the students single file walk out of the carriage to shake Madame Maxime's hand. As i get up to her to shake her hand i smile, and nod my head to her appreciating her. As some students walk by i hear them almost whispering, about me. I look over to see them staring at me and my face goes complete red as i blush, i look like a ripened tomato, and i feel has hot as a chilipeper. I step into the sorting area with the rest of the people and await to be sorted, i start tapping my fingers against my arm as i hold them together infront of my body nervously. A'las my name has been called and the room goes silent for me to be sorted.

Welcome To '_________' the sorting hat screams and the table cheers for me, like I'm the kings son. [/color]

We don't have a sorting hat, its a cloak. Watch your capitalization as well.

Hard to sort, but, must be Rouerie

[babycakes]

First Name:
Zachery

Last Name:
Lachele

Age:
Sixteen

Appearance:
Zachery

History:
Zachery was born in Japan. To his mother, Ganelle, and his father Vigil. No they weren't japanese, but when Ganelle first found out she got preganant with Zachery the two moved to japan. They lived there up until Zach was born. Until he was ten they lived there, and Zachery adapted that culture. He didn't know anything, but what the japanese knew. He did know though that he wasn't japanese. He looked so different from all of his friends. They wall had one unique look, and differed in different ways, but he just stood out like a sunflower in a field of dandelions.

After his tenth birthday. His parents made the desicion to move back to London. They had talked about for a long time. Zachery's mother wanted to stay in Japan, and his father wanted to take Zachery with him back to London. So that's what they did. It was a bittersweet goodbye when Zachery had to say that to his mother, and he didn't quite understand, but he kenw he would eventually. Through a lot of tears, and a hard time of prying his arms away from around his mothers waist. His father eventually got him on a plane.

After getting back in the states, and going to visit his mother every so often. His parents remained married, but seperated. AS Zachery got older he still come to understand why they had to seperate. The two of his parents were still married, and they didn't want to live together. It was a little odd to him, but he didn't mind it. As long as he got to see both parents. The days were rough between Zachery and his father. There were tons of fights, but they always seemed to work them out. They weren't rich. They were actually far from rich, but they made it day by day.

His mother came to visit one day, and it was totally unexpected. They had the days schedualed of when she would come, and when they would come there, but this day she just happened to show up. Zachery though was still in bed when she arrived. He got up, and was ecstatic to see his mother sitting in the living room watch tv with his dad. So he walked over, and sat between the two. After a few minutes of silence his mother broke it. Telling him there was something they all had to talk about.

It was just too good to be true. There was going to be some kind of bad news coming next he just had this feeling. It turned out to be not so bad after all. Really it was something different. He just found out that he was a pureblood wizard. He would be a liar to say that he was surprised, and he would be a liar if he said he had been expecting that. Never in his sixteen years of life would he have expected that to come up in a conversation.

Personality:
Zachery was raised well between his parents. Between spending time in Japan, and spending time in London he turned out pretty well. He had adapted to both cultures, and since both his mother, and father were from london, and attended the same magical school. That was the reason they had moved Zachery back to london, and he could have been more excited. He like to talk to people. Hold conversations, and have fun. Having fun is an essential to anything, and everything.

His personality shines. He seems to always be smiling, and always in a good mood. That is unless someone really gets to him. He can get mad, and when he's mad he is vicious. He's not very violent, but he wouldn't put it past himself to start a fight or two if it esscelated to that.

Sample RP:
Zachery walked through the house. It was an empty, torn up, really really old house. He ran his hand against the darkened, and moist wood that was the walls. After about a minute he looked at them, and saw how dirty this place was. He wiped his hand on his pants, and continued through the place. From the outside the place looked like it would fall down at any moment, but Zachery took his chances. The floor creaked with every step he took, and his steps were light as if he were trying to avoid traps that might be hiding somewhere.

At last he had arrived at his destination. It was a small room with a king size bed, and cobwebs all over. By the bed there was a table with a small lamp. When he sat on the bed, and turned the lamp on it barely lit up the room, but it lit up the area around him enough for his liking. This place was his sanctuary. He always came to this place when things got tough for him. No one ever came in here, and he wasn't scared of the ghost, and spiders that people have claimed they saw.

This would be his last day in london before leaving for school, and this would probably be his last day in his sanctuary. He could hear the birds chirping through a small hole that was in the ceiling. He sat on the bed looking around at the room. Hoping that this would be the last time, but knowing deep down it would be.

If one parent lives in Japan and the other in London then why would he be going to Beauxbatons? It would be Hogwarts or whatever school is in Japan. You will need to change that. But I will go ahead and sort you.

Must be Rouerie

[melody]

First Name: Melodie

Last Name: Dupont

Age: 16

Appearance: Mel

History: Melodie was born on May 8 sixteen years ago to a muggle mother and a pure-blood father. She lived with her parents for eight years in a small town outside of Paris, France. They were the typical normal, muggle family. Her father went to work as a lawyer while her mother stayed home to take care of Melodie. With her father being a lawyer there was no real reason for her mom to work. The family lived well off his paycheck. And so they had a seemingly perfect family life. The only problem was, Melodie and her father were not exactly normal, and her mother didn't know it.

When Melodie was eight years old, she fell out of a tree and broke her leg and sprained her wrist. That was what she got for being a risk taker. Her dad was the one to rescue her from the fallen tree and didn't want her mother to know that she had hurt herself. All he had was magical remedies his mother knew. However, the plan failed and her mother found out his secret. She moved out and filed for divorce the next week.

Since then, Mel had the pleasure of being the only daughter to her dad. The two continued to live in that little house outside of Paris. The only problem was, Melodie slowly felt neglected. Her dad worked all day and she had to rely on herself to grow up. That didn't mean she hated him. The time they spent apart only made the time they spent together even more precious. Her dad was her hero and still is her hero.

When Melodie turned sixteen a lot changed in her life. For the first time in eight years her mother contacted her. She had remarried and wanted her daughter to move in with her new step family, including two older step brothers. She was not interested in that at all, but as she wasn't of age they still had a custody battle. Due to her dismay, Melodie was forced to move in with her mother and new family. She hates it there and wants so badly to go back to her dad.

Shortly there after, she recieved her letter from Beauxbatons. In her attempt to leave her mom and make her angrier, Melodie decided to go, keeping the one connection she has to her dad.

Personality: Being the only child, of course Melodie was spoiled. As far as she's concerned, it's all about her, especially when it has to do with her mother. This also leads her to have a bit of an attitude problem. She talks back to anyone and really isn't afraid to speak her opinion no matter how much it will hurt the person she's giving it to. This is the trait she is sad to say she got from her mother.

Inside every fallen angel is a soft interior. Melodie is no exception. No matter how much she argues or how angry she gets a lot of it has to do with the fact that she is hurt on the inside. She still hates her mom for leaving her when she was little and taking her back without reallly caring what it would do to her. And because of what has happened she is very to herself and quiet. It's rather hard to get something out of this girl. She doesn't open up easily or trust people often. It's a miracle to even talk to her without having her roll her eyes.

However, around her father, Mel is a complete angel. She loves that man with her whole heart and would do anything to have him back in her life, even run away if she had to. He was never around a lot when she grew up due to work, but he made the moments they were worth while. He is the only thing that keeps her alive and out of trouble. Being away from him is the only reason to explain her behavior now. Before the move she had always been a rather sweet girl. But she didn't like her mother and that was the problem.

Melodie does not claim to be the smartest girl in this world and never will, but she is smart. She just isn't book smart. She is people smart. It's almost like she has an answer for every problem. She loves to help people with their problems as well. Giving advice is her forte'. Liking to help people is her biggest secret and the last thing people would expect of her.

Sample RP: The sun was putting a slow close to what had been a most beautiful day in Paris. The birds flew about. The sun smiled upon the flowers allowing them to fully bloom. And...'MELODIE!!!' a rather obnoxious voice called from the lower level of the house at the end of a dirt road. That voice could be heard by anyone in Paris the way it yelled.

"What is it?" called the usually calm voice of Melodie Dupont. Within the last six month, the smooth, calm voice had been replaced by a harsh, stressed one. She hated this place. She hated the driveway. She hated the room she slept in. She hated the balcony she was now taking residence on. And she hated the people most of all. This was NOT her home. Her home was with her father some two hours away on the other side of Paris. Tonight was their movie night. Tonight was the night her dad would make popcorn and have his little girl curl up next to him and watch some sappy love film. She realized that she was sixteen it was stupid, but it was the only time she felt like a human and she didn't want the memories stolen from her.

Too bad they were. Each good memory was now fighting for survival in her mind. The longer she was with her mom the most she hated being herself. 'It's time for dinner!' Didn't her mother know that she fed her plate to the dog more often than not? Did she even care? "I'm coming!" she yelled back as she pushed herself off the concrete of the balcony. "She won't have us for long," she reassured her reflection. In less than a week she would be on her way to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, the same school her father attended. What joy it would be to have some of him back in her life.

A small smile crawled onto her face. "No worries." She raised her hand and touched the reflection. The second the door opened, however, she swept it through blonde locks. "I told you I was coming," she said in a harsh tone as she turned to face her mom. No words were exchanged. But her mom gave a nod and walked out. One day, things would be back to normal. She would be sure of that.

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Must be Sournois

[piper]

First Name:

Aimee

Last Name:

Bellamont

Age:

Sixteen

Appearance:

Meet Aimee

History:

Aimee's parents (Belle and Adel Gillette) died when she was very young. They were out in the wizarding world and apparently a pack of death eaters attacked them from behind. There were only the two of them, and they didn't stand a chance. Aimee had no living family, and therefore was adopted into a well-off, French muggle family. Her adoptive parents (Juliet and Ramia Bellamont) had been unable to have any children,and therefore they adopted Aimee.

Aimee had a completely normal childhood. She loved playing in mud, having tea parties and most of all eating. She started muggle school when she was six. Poor Aimee had no idea she was a witch,or that she was adopted,the whole time. Her foster parents always had a feeling she was a little different,because occasionally when she was angry there would be thunder, or when she was sad it would rain. It all seemed a little coincidental.

When she turned 11 a letter confirmed to her parents that she defiantly was different. She'd been invited to this place, called Beauxbatons. That night her adoptive parents decided to tell her something very important, that they weren't really her parents. After much thought her foster parents allowed her to go. They knew that if they didn't Aimee would probably resent them forever.

When she arrived at Beauxbatons she did all she could to find out as much as she could about her parents deaths, but didn't succeed. All she knows is there names and that they were both pure-bloods. Occasionally she'll get upset and have dreams about them, but dreams are just dreams. Oh well, she can't change the past and her parents are just a little memory inside her head.

Personality:

Aimee can always be found with her head in a book. Reading is her way to forget about her parents,or any problems she is having at the time. This french beauty is incredibly intelligent aswell.That's not to say she's not fun, sure a little shy,but she does enjoy a nice night out or hanging out with some friends. She doesn't like to get incredibly close to many people, because the way she sees it is the more friends you have, the more people that will make you cry when they go.

It would take one special man to get Aimee. The truth is she is afraid of love. She doesn't want to reveal her whole self, and then get a broken heart. It would take one special and determined young man to break through her little nutshell of fear. Aimee also is afraid of how much life her adoptive parents show to wards her, because she knows when they leave her it will just break her heart.

She can usually be found with a smile on her face, but occasionally if she's thinking of her birth parents she's cry. That's another thing, she isn't tough and doesn't even pretend to be. Aimee doesn't encourage fighting, and gets pushed around sometimes. It's not her fault though, she just doesn't want to create a fight. She's a very peaceful girl, and doesn't really like dueling unless completely necessary.

Sample RP:

Aimee brought up the hood of her sweatshirt, some of her long hair coming over her shoulder and the rest bunching back up into the hood itself. It was a cool day, and would be an even colder night, and after what was going on these days, she could definitely use the cold air to clear her mind. Beauxbatons was becoming a mad-house, there was absolutely no other explanation. Well, actually there was, but Ive liked that explanation the best of all the possible ones she had come up with.

Her destination tonight? The grounds. It was the one place that could almost be guaranteed to be empty of people. Of people, only, though, because at night they all retired to the common rooms ands mucked around for a while there.

She tucked her hands into her jeans' pockets, hoping that she wasn't recognizable, or visible, to anyone who might be watching. Though if they were watching and she wasn't visible, just what was it that they were watching? Nothing, that was what; they were just at a window to look over the grounds as she sometimes did when she was in the mood. She was coming to the trees that were actually climbable, and that was her main goal right now. While in doubt, tree-climb.

So she did just that. Taking hold of a low branch, she used it as leverage to pull herself up onto a higher one, and then another until her footing slipped and she was left, quite literally, hanging there. Only a hand and a foot kept herself up on that tree and she dared not look down. The only thing that could make this worse was if.... Yes, of course. Someone or something had to be heading her way. Aimee could hear approaching footsteps quite easily over the dead leaves.[/color]

Must be Cossu

[beautifulpeace]

First Name: Gentile

Last Name: Pain

Age: 13

Appearance: Stretching page

History: Gentile was adopted by a Muggle family, she was raised in France (Paris), Her foster parents kept her locked in her room for all of her life, they treated her badly, and they never even talked to her, They were horrified to know that she was a witch. Her Aunt was furious that her foster parents didn't tell her that she had dropplets of Magic Blood in her. She was raised by Muggles and she didn't even know that she was a Half-Blood, who was under foster care, her only real family was her Aunt Bella. After hearing that she moved out to live with her Aunt to live in her Magical Manor far away from her Old Family, After a long talk she was notified that her Parent's died from the Killing Curse by a Death Eater.

And she was soon told that she would be attending Beauxbatons. She was too happy when she heard this, She knew this was the time to stick up for herself and learn something that would change her life, afterall, She knew she has an excellent mind.

Personality: Gentile works her way to perfect achievement, She's shy whenever wanting to meet someone she's never talked to, She's a huge book-worm, She spends lot's of her time in the library, But sometimes she usually brings friends as company to the library, She's always neat, She always has pride in everything she does, She always the one that finishes first. And it's always done perfectly.

Sample RP: Gentile layed on her four-poster bed making her-self comfortable, A long day of work, She flung her legs until her shoes fell off her feet. She was rather stressed out today, She nearly lost a friend, Studying all afternoon in the library getting ready for tests.

She loosened her colar and turned on her side sighing, Even though she was so tired, she couldn't fall asleep, she cried to herself trying to fall asleep, Then at that moment, Everything went black, Which meant she was dreaming and sleeping, Her sleep was getting deeper, and deeper, until the very end..

Sorry I won't even look at your application until your display name matches the name in this application. Thanks.

[medea]

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[sal]

First Name:Leslie
Last Name: Hanes
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: She moved to France when She was 13 years old. She was born in America, so she part American. Her twin brother died when she was 13 years old before she started Beauxbatons. Her parents were stocked by his sudden death. Her and her twin brother were inferential twins.

When she was in her second years she date his jerk named William Hunter, He told her he loved her , then she though it was true and later on her raped her and now she doesn;t trust guys ever again
Personality: Sweet, hates guys, a fighter, a total b*tch when she wants to be.
Sample RP:

Leslie was walking along when she spotted a really cute cafe, so she walked in and sat down and ordered a Latte', a carmel latte'. She sipped it when it arrived and just looked around. She was very tried and she was trying to make friends. No luck so far.

She was just sitting there, minding her own business, drinking her drink. She closed her eyes and just imaged her being home in France with he parents, her friends, her everything. She hated it here! No one talked to her, hardly. It was like she was dead. Her friends hardly wrote her. Her mother hardly sent her famous cookies.

She opened her eyes and sighed, this how lonely she was. It was sad, really sad. She looked around. She saw friends chatting away, Couples kissing and smiling and her...alone, not that she cared.... Ok She cared alot.

I hate this alot! I hate it here! Its so boring. I feel dead here! Everyone is ignoring me, am I really that ugly? She battled with her mind. Why is everyone not noticing me? I am pretty, I think? Maybe its because she was different? or something like that. .

She sighed again and then leaned back in her chair. She took another sip of her coffee and tried to relax, which was impossible for her at her situation right now. She put her chair down on all fours and leaned her head on the table and took a deep, relaxing breath, which didn't help either. She sighed and closed her eyes, when she heard someone walk into the tiny coffee shop.

First and foremost, your personality needs to be fixed. You MUST have a paragraph. I won't look at the rest of your post until this is fixed.

[jb]

First Name: Jean-Baptiste (nickname: JB)
Last Name: Atherton
Age: 16
Appearance: JB stands a shade over 6'2" and while he isn't a bulky guy by any means, his active lifestyle both at and away from school keeps him trim and toned.

JB's warm blue-green eyes shine with emotion. They usually retain a mostly blue tint, but appear more green when emotions or tensions run high. It is said that the eyes are the window to the soul and this boy is the epitome of that statement. He is fairly easy to read by his eyes, not possessing much proficiency for deception or masking that which is reflected in his gaze.

Brown locks fall just above his brow in the front and usually about as low as his chin toward the back. He can be constantly seen flipping his hair from his eyes, running a hand through it, or tucking it behind his ears; at times proving to be annoying to those around him. The boy's naturally wavy hair can often be described as unkempt with a mind of it's own, but it can be tamed when he cares to deal with it. A light tan seems to remain on his skin year round, perfectly completing that "surfer" look and leaving no doubt that he is, indeed, his father's son.

History: Jean-Baptiste is the son of a muggle father, Auguste "Auggy" Atherton, and a witch mother, Michelle Atherton (nee. Rousseau). Each of the boy's parents have a claim to fame in their own way. Michelle is well-known quidditch seeker, having represented France twice in the Quidditch World Cup as well as playing professionally for the Marseille Marauders. Auguste, or "Auggy" as the magazines and fans call him, is a popular fixture in the niche community of muggle surfing. In similar order to his father the muggle surfing publications and the surfing community have seen fit to shorten the boy's name for convenience sake, as such, Jean-Baptiste has become accustomed to being referred to as JB, even by those that he has never met before. Out of convenience and familiarity, he generally goes by this name all the time, often causing people to wonder what it actually stands for.

Being the product of two athletes has exposed JB to both sports and their accompanying communities from a young age, prompting him to become quite skilled in both. During the summers, he often tours and does surfing exhibitions with his father; while his mother has done her best to mold her son in her own image, insuring that he was at home on a broom from an early age and instilling that fearless instinct within him that separates good seekers from truly great seekers. Over the years, JB has found a true passion for both sports and has resolved to never lose that and always maintain his active lifestyle.

While he has been often exposed to the spotlight through his childhood years, Auguste and Michelle were always sure to keep their son grounded in reality. Despite the family's wealth, he was't ever spoiled and has been raised with those values that escape many of his peers of similar breeding. While he resides on a well-appointed estate with servants, his life isn't one of excess.

In his schooling years prior to receiving his letter to attend Beauxbatons, JB proved to be an above average student in both muggle and wizard studies. He speaks French and English fluently, also reading/writing both without issue. As far as wizard subjects go, he seems to show far more skill with wand work over theoretical studies and demonstrates particular aptitude with charms and transfiguration. He absolutely detests herbology, potions, and history.

Personality: JB is generally described by the "sweet kid" moniker. He has had a happy childhood and leads a similar life. Like everyone, he can have his bad days, but he does his best to take them in stride and not draw other people into any negativity he may be feeling. He usually wears a smile and gives those that he encounters the benefit of the doubt, choosing to make his own decisions about them instead of allowing reputations and outside opinions to affect him.

JB does encounter adversity at times from those who take issue with his parents fame, but he will do what he can to diffuse a situation before fueling it. His father's laid back and almost zen-like world view has influenced JB over the course of his young years and he genuinely dislikes conflict. He isn't shy and isn't afraid to stand up for what is right, but he will always opt for a peaceful solution, even if it involves a bit of compromise, before taking a confrontational route. He has gotten into squabbles before, but those situations are rare and only occur when there is no other option or he is truly upset. JB can and will fight when his back in against his wall, but it is in his nature to avoid those scenarios if possible.

Despite what many may see as a perfect child, JB does have his faults. He has been raised with a solid sense of right and wrong, but he has no true role model aside from his parents, so he figures things out as he goes along. He is a bit unsure about this growing up business and tends to make his fair share of mistakes and learn his lessons in a trial and error sort of way. Also, along a similar line, he tends to be too trusting of others at times. He does understand that people are capable of manipulation and underhandedness, but his wish to see the good in them often blinds him to what others see as obvious indications of trouble.

Sample RP: Peacefully JB laid upon his bed, comfortably snuggled into the linen sheets. His expression was serene and without worry, a smile meandering across his lips as the scene rendered itself in his mind's eye. He could not place the tune that the orchestra played, but it seemed so very familiar. A particularly long piece it was, having already played for 30 minutes or so, but soothing nonetheless. He continued watching and listening intently, determined to identify the number.

After a few more scores had past, he felt himself starting to grow tired of the strangely familiar tune. Do something else, already...this was good at first but now it's just gone on too long, he thought to himself from his balcony seat beside his parents. Suddenly the symphony members ceased their playing as the realization of the tunes origin dawned on him like the morning sun outside his window. For a moment he stared at the unmoving orchestra, listening to the continuing tune from the unused instruments before his eyes shot open.

"DAMNIT! Not again!", he yelled, casting the sheets aside and springing to his feet. Glancing down to the alarm clock he quickly switched it off and noted that he had 5 minutes before his first class began. He reached for a pair of socks from his dresser and hastily pulled them on. Furiously, his eyes darted around the room and settling on yesterday's outfit that now lay in a heap on the floor. Hastily he dressed himself as efficiently as possible, just buttoning his shirt enough to insure that it wouldn't fall off during the impending sprint. Finally he grabbed his bag and crashed through the door into the common room.

Like a mad man, he raced through the corridors, bumping and dodging those in his path for what seemed like an eternity before the classroom door appeared at the top of the stairs he was ascending. Throwing the substantial oaken door open, he darted through the threshold just as the clock struck, indicating the start of class. The feeling of relief left just as quickly as it had come, his vision filled by the visage of the Headmistress now standing before him. Of all days for her to come for a visit...why today?, he silently thought to himself. Slowly he gave the woman a respectful nod, his ungroomed hair falling into his face. "Good morning, Headmistress", he said as he quickly moved toward his desk.

Deep down you're a Cossu. I think you're just what that house needs to stir it up!