Sorting (Term Nine)

[zane]

First Name: Zanna

Last Name: Lafeu

Age: Seventeen

Appearance:


History:
Growing up outside of France with her parents, Zanna is an only child. Though her parents tried to have others, they were unable to conceive a sibling for Zanna, which suited her just fine. Her father, unknown to her mother, dotes upon his daughter every chance he gets only worsening the vanity and shrewdness. Growing up she would play her parents to get her way, developing her into the cruel person she has become.

Though they have tried to calm her, Zanna's parents were unsuccessful. They tried not spending money on her, not giving her the things she wanted, but one way or another they always broke down and gave her what she wanted. Knowing how to manipulate her parents she tried it on her friends and other family members and found it was not as easy to con them, but it worked some of the time.

Personality:
Zanna can be a sweet girl, who enjoys having a good time. She is strong and confident, but is also selfish and vain. Not quick to make friends because she is constantly judging others, the friends she does have she is either looking down on them or comparing herself to them. If a friend were to get in her way of getting what she wants, she would betray them in order to get it.

Zanna is not at all afraid to speak her mind. There are times she wont, like when she’s trying to get in good with a Professor or someone of importance, she will act innocent and sweet. Most of the time people catch on, but there are those off chances that Zanna gets away with more than she should. She loves to be the center of attention as long as no one gets too close to her.

Sample RP:
Walking franticly around her room, Zanna tossed books, blankets, shirts, pants, anything that got in her way of finding what she was looking for. Not at all worried about the mess she was making, she cursed very loudly and threw more cloths across the room. No matter how long it took or how much she had to destroy her room she was going to find what she was looking for. All her cloths had been ripped from her closet and dresser, lingerie was scattered all over the floor, her silk blankets were hanging haphazardly off the bed and more than one picture frame had been broken, but still Zanna had not found what she was searching for. What am I looking for, she thought, stopping to place her hands on her hips and scan her mess. Unable to remember what it was that she had started making all this mess for, she walked to her bed and sat down to think.

After several long minutes of thinking Zanna snapped her fingers and scoffed, My ring. That's what all this mess was about, smiling to herself she stood up an began making her way towards her bedroom door, I know where it is, I took it off before my shower last night and left it on the sink. Completely ignoring the piles of mess that littered the room, Zanna opened the door and glided to her bathroom, where sure enough, her ring sat, glinting in the light. Once her ring was back on her delicate finger, Zanna left the bathroom and head off towards the front doors, but on her way she saw her mother cleaning the living room. Stopping to watch without offering to help, she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Since you're already cleaning, my room could use a little tidying up." Zanna stated. "You wouldn't mind would you?" Zanna knew once her mother agreed to do it, no matter how bad her room was she would never back out.

Without looking at her daughter, Zanna's mother nodded, "Yes, alright, once I get this room done I can do yours."

"Thanks." Zanna smirked and started to leave, "Don't work too hard." With that Zanna left the house.

I don't think in your personality that she would be called a sweet girl.

Be it as it may . . . Must be Sournois.

[marcx]

First Name: Marc
Last Name: Boyd
Age: 17
Appearance:

History: Marc was born a very happy baby. He was born to Melrose and Dan Boyd, whom are both non-magic, or muggles. The couple was very satisfied with the baby. When Marc was 7, things began to change. His parents had another baby, which was a girl, Chantal. Jealousy arose and Marc was pretty much isolated all his life.

Then dramatic changes came to Marc. He began to become egocentric and rude to everyone except friends. His parents were in desperate shock about the boys choice of life. Marc was sent to live with his aunt and uncle. He knew he couldn't grow close to anyone, he proved this because 2 months after moving in, his uncle died. Marc wasn't supposed to live with a girl?!

So then, Marc went to live with his closest friend, Mike. Marc was still egocentric and conceited but always cared for Mike. When Marc was 16, his friend Mike, went off to Beauxbatons School of Magic. Marc knew that wasn't the end of the friendship.

Without Mike, Marc knew he would also attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Maybe he would meet people that were like him, kind of rude and always self centered. After all, he needed to grow close to someone other then Mike.

Personality: Marc is a very down-to earth person. He lacks patience and can be very self centered. There is not a sweet side to Marc and he is not sentimental. If you keep Marc waiting, the door will be shut in your face. Marc is a very insecure person but has a party side.

Marc doesn't care if he's hurt your feelings. He did what was right, and that's that. He never listens and does what he want when he wants. He can be bossy and act like the top-dog. Who cares? I mean, someone has to be top-dog. Marc is focuses into muggle studies and he is here to learn magic.

Do not give the drama to Marc, he doesn't care and he won't help. Marc is not the person to get advice from and he isn't your walk in the park. Take one wrong step and you will be on a whole new road with Marc.

Marc can also have a temper. He has worked on keeping it down and to his self. Marc is also a typical temperamental teen, I mean, most boys are.

Sample RP: Marc concentrated on his small closet. What exactly was he thinking? Nothing. He didn't know what to do. He had been happy to see Mike, but what would he do with magic. Marc began to take the clothes hangers off their rack and fold them into the brief case.

Each was folded over distinctly to Marc's liking. Not a smile popped out of Marc. He rolled the briefcase outside to wait for the mystic horses to take him to Beauxbatons. When he finished packing he grabbed his dwarf rabbit, Paxton, and walked out the door. Mike plopped down on the bench reluctantly where a girl was sitting.

She turned and annunciated words. "Hi, I'm Becka, what's your name?"
"Marc..?" said Marc rolling his eyes
"Hi Marc!"

The girl's perkiness annoyed Marc that he rolled his eyes oncemore and turned his back to her.

"Are you going to Beauxbatons?" asked the girl smiling
"Duh, why else would I be here?" said Marc
"I don't know, sheesh." mumbled the girl.

They eventually had enough of each other and they both turned their backs to each other which satisfied Marc to his every bone.


A down to earth selfish person? I suppose its possible...

...Must be Sournois!

[lust]

First Name:

Lushialle [Lushia].

Last Name:

Terres.

Age:

16.

Appearance:



History:

Born into the world at the price of her mother's life, Lushialle soon became her father's most treasured possession. He spoiled her unmercifully, giving her everything she wanted at the slightest mention. They were happy together, doing activities together on the weekends when her father wasn't working at the Ministry. Lushia came to replace her mother with her father, never once feeling guilty for her mother's death from her birth. Only one other relative lived besides her father, her aunt on her mother's side. All other family members had died or been killed previously, making her father's death when she was nine much harder.

Lushialle felt confused and lost, not fully understanding what the Ministry workers were trying to tell her. She saw her father as the perfect man, making the news of his own experiment failing and killing him much more poisonous. Her mind clouded with angry thoughts at both her parents leaving her alone in the world, she saw a glimmer of hope when she remembered her aunt. For a year, her aunt let her live in the small apartment near Paris without any complaints. One night, her aunt came home drunk and started screaming incoherent things at the top of her slurred voice. She blamed Lushia for the death of both her parents, as the ten year old fled into the night.

The next day she was accepted into the local orphanage, before her aunt came and begged the owner for custody. The women refused as a court case was made for custody of the child, the owner of the orphanage winning upon pointing out the drinking problem of Lushia's aunt. Living in the orphanage for a little under a year, the bright eyed girl was surprised to wake up the morning of her eleventh birthday with a mysterious letter laying on her chest. Reading her Beauxbatons letter quickly, Lushialle finally saw another glimmer of hope for herself. After buying supplies with her inheritance from her father's Gringotts bank in London, she was well on her way to the mystical school.

Once she got to the school, she found that things weren't as she thought they would be. Lushia was constantly picked on for her bright violet eyes, getting punched in her face numerous times in her first week. Bruises were constantly covering her body, which she blamed on clumsiness when the teachers were around. Using some more money to buy green muggle contacts, she was taunted by the Sournois students for her muggle product. Feeling utterly lost and unwanted, Lushia decided that enough was enough. She started playing nasty pranks on those who tormented her, sending her longing for solitude across in many different ways.

Something had finally snapped in the girl's mind, as she realized how cruel the world really could be. Toughing herself up against the constant teasing, Lushia crushed the contacts on day and let her natural eyes shine through again. Once people started to leave her alone about her unusual eye color, she still displayed her coldness towards strangers. Once deciding that someone was trustworthy, she would slowly open herself up to the person. Lushia vowed to never let anyone see her tears, vastly afraid that the small drops of water would attract more trouble for herself. Her perspective changed, Lushia decided to keep looking forward and not back. Fearing the shadows of her past, she continued to cover her insecurity with taunts and threats.

Personality:

After having to deal with her stressful initiation into Beauxbatons, Lushia learned to fight back against those who tried to start trouble with her. Her temper has become shorter in recent years, and her patience has grown thin as well. Once she learns to trust someone enough, she will tell them most of what she has been through. Not wanting anyone's sympathy, she refuses to show her tears in front of others or tell people her whole history. No one in Beauxbatons has been able to see her cry, though she is still capable of the motion. Lushia sees everyone else she has encountered so far as cruel, her perspective of the world warped a little since her father's death.

Sample RP:

Glaring down angrily at the small wet spots on the floor of the dungeons, Lushia wiped her arm across her eyes with an inhumane growl. Seeing the vast amount of water on her arm through her blurry eyes, she growled again and stood, feeling dizzy from the small headache she was beginning to get. Stupid girl, you cry and you get a headache. What else do you expect, she asked herself, shaking her head and willing her tears to go away. Wiping the teardrops off the surface of the laminated picture she held in her other hand, she tucked it safely away into the breast pocket on the inside of her school robe. Sighing as her tears started to come under control, a small grin weaved it's way unto her face as her vision became clear again.

Shuffling her cadet boots on the floor of the Dungeon for a second, Lushia reluctantly headed back towards her common room. She knew that happy teenagers declaring the excitement of their spring breaks was all she would see for the next few days, the thought alone depressing her all over again. Remembering her last Easter with her father, the grin on her face dissipated into a smile. The familiar feeling of dye on her hands, gently painting every egg until she thought it was perfect. Until the shell broke and it needed to be discarded. This new thought shook her back into reality, stopping to narrowly avoid bumping into another student. Her violet eyes glared back at the boy harshly as he slunk away down the hall, before Lushia turned around and started on her way again. Families, such happy memories, she thought glumly, before muttering the password and reluctantly entering her common room.

Must be Rouerie

[carson]

First Name: Carson

Last Name: Triele

Age: seventeen

Appearance: Carson

History:
Carson lived happily with his family. There were a few hills that they had to over come, but nothing huge. Just like any other normal family they had their ups and downs. The family consisted of Carsons father, and mother. His two brothers one older, and one younger, and then his younger sister. It was kind of big family for the accommodations that they had. the house was a little too small, but they all made it work.

With an eighteen year old, a seven teen year old, and two fifteen year olds. It was a hassle for their parents. The twins were the worst though. The two would do everything together, and hardly separated. Which meant that they got in trouble together too. It was a worry for their parents about when they were going to get in trouble next, and how bad it would be. Telling the two of them anything would be like talking to a wall. NOTHING would get through.

Carson had tried talking to the two, and getting them to stay out of trouble, but it never worked. The day their mom dropped the news on them about what they were was when everyone changed their attitudes. Apparently all of them were wizards, and witches. Carson had been most shocked by this and it took him a few days to get a handle on the situation, and eventually he had accepted it. A few days later he got his acceptance letter to Beauxbatons. He had never lived around magic or tried it, but he was willing to.

Personality:

Carson has the state of mind "Treat other how they treat you." He can be a very nice person most of the time. If you treat him with respect, and he'll treat you with respect as well, but if you disrespect him, and are rude to him he will not be afraid to be rude right back. He is not an overly rude person though by any means.

Things have been hard for Carson growing up but he got through them, and matured emotionally very fast. So he knows how to be polite, and when he should and shouldn't be. He knows that people will try to walk all over him, but he won't let them. He's able to stand up for himself, and he will if the need arises.

Sample RP:

Carson lugged his property onto the train. He had so many things, and hardly any place to put it. The biggest thing was his trunk with all of his clothes in it. There were shirts, and pants, and all kinds of clothing items in it, and it was almost a pain to drag it to wherever it was he was going to sit.

As he passes each compartment he was counting how many people were in them the first few were full with six people. Then the further back he went the less people that were in the compartments. Until he came to an empty one. He was not the type of person to get scared of sitting with other people, and he would have, but he was tired, and didn't really feel like talking to anyone else. So he wanted an empty compartment.

He easily lifted his trunk into the space above the seat he was sitting in, and then he leaned his head against the window. It was cold against his bare skin, and it felt good. He was dressed in a long sleeved button up blue, and white plaided shirt. It looked nice on him, and the blue matched his complexion perfectly. That was another thing about this boy. He had to look good. No matter what it was he was doing. No he wasn't conceited, but he knew how good he looked, and he had to look good all the time.

There really wasn't one thing that he was excited about more there were a ton of things that he was excited about, and he couldn't wait to get to the school, but for now he was thinking about taking a nap. He was sure someone would wake him up once they got to the school. Hoped they would anyway. As Carson was just about to drift to sleep a soft knock was heard at the compartment door. Carson grumbled a bit. "Come in." He waited for whoever it was to come in, but he really wasn't looking forward to the interaction that the person was going to demand from him.

Rather difficult to sort! The history is strange because he's a pureblood, yet his parents never let him know he was a wizard until late and the family is poor?

Must be Rouerie

[chocolatechip]

First Name:Brooklyn
Last Name: Killingsworth
Age: Twelve
Appearance:
Brook has brown eyes and brown hair. She isn't too much shorter than other girls her age. Just a couple inches under average height. She is very skinny. Brooklyn has long legs and small feet, size four in muggle shoe size. Her hair is curled most of the time, unless she went to the time and work of making it straight. Her teeth are a little crooked, but it's not that noticable.
History: Brook was born on the night of November Seventeenth. She was born with blonde hair, but it turned brown as she got older. Her parents got along well and did all they could to help Brook be the best she could be. Money was a small problem with her muggle family. They weren't the richest people in the world, but they did well in their home with the salary her parents brought home. She was born to a family with one older sister and an older brother. Her sister, Evalee, was Brook's biggest confident. Her brother, Kambree, was the oldest of them all.

At the age two, Brook got a terrible illness. She had the flu terribly bad and high fevers. She had to stay in the hospital for over four months. Her mother, father, and siblings were terrified that she wouldn't make it, but my a miracle, she did. From then on, every winter she has times where she gets dizzy and passes out. She couldn't do anything to help it, she normally regained consciousness over the course of five minutes. It could have happened at any time, but usually only happened about three times a winter. Her memory had also been affected just a tad by her illness. If she got badly ill, she may have forgotten things that happened recently.

When Brooklyn was four, she began homeschooling. Her whole family was home schooled, it seemed to be most affective. They all learned proper English, numbers, how to read, and much more over the course of the years they were taught. They weren't expected to always use proper English, and they didn't. Evalee and Brook shared a room and Kambree had his own room. They were all good friends, the best actually, but fought as any other family would and does.

Brook made all her friends walking around in her neighborhood and going to the park with Kambree and Evalee. She didn't have very many friends, but the ones she did have were very kind and she liked to have them over and play with them. Brook normally let other kids some to her, or her siblings find her someone she could talk to. She really wasn't friends with many boys. Her brother and two other boys were her only friends that were boys. All the other boys didn't look very nice and acted crazy in Brooklyn's eyes. She never had a crush on any boys, but was friends with the ones she talked to.

Brooklyn and her mother are the witches in her family. Her grandmother and grandfather are also magic. When Brook got her letter admitting her to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, she was very excited. She couldn't wait to learn magic, but she was also a little nervous. What if she couldn't do it all? What if she wasn't good at magic? She tried to keep a positive attitude, but sometimes questions found their way back into her mind. She only knew that her mother was magic, she had no clue about her grandparents. A few days after getting her letter, her grandparents came over and told her about themselves being magic. She felt much more confident that she could do well in a magic school.
Personality: Brooklyn can be shy, but tries to loosen up so people don't think she's weird. She normally lets people come talk to her first, but there is the occasion where she talks to someone else first. If they look like they would be nice enough, she will talk to them, but if they look like they will be mean to her, she normally stays back or goes somewhere else. Brook likes to meet new people, but it's hard for her to meet people, its easier for her just to talk to them, rather than introduce herself.

Brook is also a little curious, or maybe a lot. She likes to see everything there is to see and try new things. She sometimes stays up late at night to see what there is to see at night. Brooklyn tries to explore the places she can, and see everything possible. Often when people look like they aren't fully listening to things around them, she wonders what they are thinking. She likes to use her imagination to look at things in a way they aren't, just to see what it looks like. She likes to learn about past times and learn what things were like thousands of years ago. Brook tries to stay in places she's allowed to go, but sometimes her curiosity eats away at her until she must go there and see what is there.

Brooklyn is generally a very nice girl, but some people can just push her way too far and she will yell. She doesn't believe in physical violence, but she can yell. She really doesn't like to, and sometimes feels guilty after it, but when people push her to her highest point, it's like she can't control herself anymore and yells. After she regains control of herself, she will go to be alone. She feels very guilty afterwards, but wonders why she cannot control how she acts when she gets very angry.

Brooklyn Wakely is very clumsy. If she didn't try so hard not to be clumsy, she wouldn't be so clumsy. She tries very hard not to look terrible, but the more she thinks about it, the more nervous she becomes. When she is so nervous about it, she appears more uncoordinated. If she would just lay off trying not to be that way, she would be much better off.

Brooklyn likes to study for tests and get her homework done on time, mostly because she hates getting into trouble or getting bad grades. Not only bad grades, she hates getting in trouble for any reason. She doesn't like it because it makes her feel terrible inside, even if it isn't her fault. Being in trouble makes her very upset for some reason. Brook doesn't know why herself, it just happens. She gets upset very easily. She hates very much when people lie to her or are mean to other people and animals. She thinks everyone and everything has feelings and can get hurt, and doesn't like when people don't care about anyone but themselves.

Brook likes to write poems and books. She finds it very relaxing because she often lets her feelings out onto the page as she writes. Not only does she write, but her biggest hobby is reading. She doesn't have a favorite kind of book, she just loves to read. She gets very into the books when she reads and often doesn't hear things around her after reading constantly for a few minutes. All the reading helps her write when she wants to. Brook hates when she is expected to write something great. She doesn't do good then. She just thinks then finds a poem, or the chapter to a book out of it, but cannot write when she is expected to.

Brooklyn hates that sometimes when people figure out about her illness when she was young, they act as though she needs special treatment and care. She has gone through many winters since then and is used to it all. Some people have even acted like she is glass and breaks easily, and she gets very annoyed of it. She just wishes no one knew and they would treat her normally. She is grateful to those who treat her like she is a normal person and don't have a change in behavior around her. Brooklyn isn't as fragile as some people may think and wished people would understand that.

Sample RP: Brooklyn sat on the couch of her sitting room with her eyes on the book in her hands. Twilight By Stephanie Meyer. She was only on page ninety-eight, but was enjoying the book very much. She had been reading for thirty minutes and wanted to finish the book. She didn't want to put it down. Her mother walked into the room and spoke to her daughter. "Brook, time for clarinet lessons." Brooklyn didn't reply. She was far too into her book to hear her mother. Mrs. Killingsworth shook the young girl's arm a little and she looked up. "Time for lessons." Brook sighed heavily. She didn't want to go to lessons, she wanted to read. She stood up anyway and picked up her clarinet case. Her book was clutched close to her chest. She walked to the front door to the house and waited for her siblings to come along. Evalee and Kambree tramped down the steps quickly and walked outside. Brook followed close behind, with her mother following behind everyone and locking the door.

Kambree sat in the passenger side of the car and Evalee sat in the second row seat, where Brook sat next to her. Once everyone was in the car, they began drive down the road. Brooklyn opened her book and began reading again. Kambree, Evalee, and Mrs. Killingsworth started a conversation that the youngest girl was not included in. She wasn't interested in anything but reading at that point. They drove for ten minutes and stopped in front of a building. Kambree tapped Brook's leg to gain attention. "We're here, Bookworm." He said bookworm as though it was her name. Evalee slapped him jokingly. "Shut up, Kam." Brooklyn looked up and rolled her eyes. She got out of the car and stood by her mom, once again waiting for Evalee and Kambree.

Once they were out of the car, everyone walked inside and Brooklyn went into the practice room with no word to her family. Twilight was still in her hands and she set it on the chair next to her. The instructor told her to play Mary had a Little Lamb, then Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Brook began and hit two wrong notes, even though she was reading the notes off the paper in front of her. She did the second song without any problems. She was so much better at saxophone. The instructor spoke again with his deep voice. "Play Mary had a Little Lamb, again." Brook sighed and began again. She made just one mistake this time. She forgot to practice this song, and she regretted it now. That was so unlike her.

Mr. Kieru thought it was good enough and took her through practices to help her hit more correct notes. The rest of the hour was practices and trying over and over again playing bits of songs at a time. Brooklyn was relieved when the hour was over. She put everything into her case, picked up her book, and walked back out to her family. Evalee asked about her lesson. "How did it go?" Brook sighed and just shook her head. The oldest sister nodded and walked with the rest of the family out to the car. They got in and Brook went back to reading her book. She couldn't wait to see how the chemistry between Edward and Bella changed and grew. She smiled as she was reading and her brother laughed. He wasn't much interested in books. As they approached the family's house, Brook closed her book and got ready to get out. She unbuckled and got out of the car. She ran into the house and back to the kitchen.

Brooklyn pulled a water bottle from her refrigerator and walked back into the sitting room. She took a sip of the icy cold water and put the cap back on. She sat on the creamy suede couch and rested against the arm, as she layed across the couch. She didn't have long to read. It was already six o'clock and dinner was yet to be made. She would be lucky if she got another thirty minutes before dinner. The dinner was already started by her father and would most likely be done very soon. The scent of pasta filled the air as she read. Evalee and Kambree ran back up to their rooms and their mother came in and began working on the dinner.

How on earth could no one else in her family not have some magical ability unless they're all squibs? All of them? We dont see much of squibs, so its safe to assume that it doesn't happen often. But if you are going to insist on her being partially fairy from her great grandmother, explain what that entails. Does it mean nothing, it doesn't change her at all, she's just a normal witch? Make sure to underline this so I can see it immediatly.

I changed the last paragraph in the history. It is in bold and underlined. I also changed her blood type, because I found it easier not to be a fairy. I hope it's all fixed now, sorry about everything.

Must be Cossu

[pinkricepudding]

First Name:
Nik
Last Name:
Carlotti
Age:
15
Appearance:

History:
Nik was born at Stratford on Avon to Rachel Marshe, a pureblooded English witch, and Bartholomew Carlotti, a muggle who made his fortune in the arts; painting, sculpture, and performing. She grew up in a beautiful villa located in Genoa, Italy. Tragically, her mother died trying to solve a curse placed on an Egyptian Tomb when Nik was only 9 leaving her in the sole custody of her father. Her father, being unmagical himself, was completely confused as to how to deal with a magical child during the peak of their accidental magic stage. Instead of facing this problem head on, he shoved himself further into his work, and although he produced many a masterpiece during this time, he isolated his only daughter. Instead of sulking around the house, while she wasn’t at school, you could most likely find Nik at the dance studio in town. She took seven dance classes, but somehow she could never seem to burn out all the bitterness she held towards her parents for leaving her virtually alone. Yes, her father may have been alive, but she was more likely to have dinner with the maid than with her father. Nik persevered. She created many friendships with those that attended her primary school in Genoa and she was involved in almost every club or organization that you could name. She hid her emotions behind bright clothes and skinny jeans and bided her time until she could have what she always dreamed of; a magical education.
Personality:
Nik has once been described as having ‘multiple personality disorder’. Around those she knows well, she opens up and could spill her deepest, darkest secret without so much as batting an eyelash. However, around those who do not know her well she is quick to be defensive and she hates sympathy of any kind. She tries to help others understand something if she can, but more often than not she ends up being frustrated beyond her mind at the perception of the students that she ends up helping. She’s the type of person who has their hand in the air BEFORE the question is asked. People often mistake her for anorexic or bulimic, because even though she is 5 foot 7 inches, she only weighs 110 pounds. She despises those who talk behind other peoples back instead of saying it straight to their face. She may come off as a little standoffish, but that’s only her outer shell. Once you penetrate it, you meet a warm happy girl with a passion for dance.
Sample RP:

Plié, arabesque, pas couru, jeté entralacé. I practiced the ballet steps over and over again until my knees were incapable of bending and I was on the brink of collapsing. I was upset, I’ve spent my whole life upset and using ballet as an easy out was nothing new.
Today, was the day my life would change. This morning while I was mulling over my pitiful bowl of porridge, a tawny owl had flown in the window and dropped a parcel on to the countertop. Luckily, our maid Luiza was cleaning the upstairs corridors or she would have had a fit. My name was written on the parcel in royal blue ink, and I hastily ripped open the seal.


Dear Ms. Carlotti,
I am pleased to announce that you have been invited to attend Beauxbatons School for the Magically Inclined.
Enclosed you will find a list of supplies needed for the school year and an informational packet on magical transportation so that you can decide on the best way to arrive at school for the Opening Feast.
Term starts on September 1, so I will await your reply as to whether or not you wish to attend by July 31.
Sincerely,
Vice Headmistress
Anais Vasser


I started in shock at the neatly printed words on the parchment in front of me. I had been accepted into Beauxbatons, and my mother would never be able to see me go. Tears threatening to spill over my emerald eyes, I quickly scribbled a note to Luiza telling her that I would be at the studio if she needed me.
Plié, arabesque, pas couru, jeté entralacé. The steps never faltered even though my life seemed to never stop changing. As soon as I got home, I would send my reply by owl post. Who knows? Maybe this would be the change my life needed to settle down into a normal order.

Hard to sort, but, must be Sournois

[nathanspencer]

First Name: Nathan Adam
Last Name: Spencer
Age: 17
Appearance:


History: Nathan, or Nate as he prefer to call himself was born in a small village in Germany. His mother died whilst giving birth to him, but that made his bound with his father even stronger. They have had their fair share of fights but that only made their bound stronger. None in Nathan's family had any magical blood, and no one except Nathan's dad knows about this little gift.

His father was thrilled about having a wizard as a son, so there wasn't any problems here. Except money. Nathan's father saved up some money and reluctantly Nate accepted them, although he knew his father would have to live like a poor one.

Personality: Nathan is your average teenage boy who either spends his time playing sports or partying. To put it simple he likes to have fun when he can. He has a hard time showing his true feelings and bottles up everything instead. Like his father he simply has trust issues. One can't say he's violent, but if someone fuels his anger than one can expect an outburst from his side. The boy doesn't always follow his heart, instead he does what's morally correct. If he wants something, he never hesitates to try and take it.

Sample RP:
"Dad, Vater, you now I can't take them," he pushed away his father's hand. Nathan didn't want his father's money, his dad needed them more than he did. "How else are you planning to purchase your supplies, son?" Nathan rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "Well I don't know. I might just rob a bank." His father glared at him, his pale blue eyes glassy with disappointment. "You know me better than that!" Nathan exclaimed and wanted to get out of this awkward situation. "Do I? What about the kiosk one year ago?"

This battle was lost and reluctantly Nathan accepted the check his father handed him. Nathan didn't bother to say thanks, but he knew that his father understood. "Erm.. so.." Nathan shifted weight between his feet and avoided to meet his father's gaze. "I.. better...," his father mumbled and threw a glance at his wrist watch. Awkward. ".. get back to work," Nathan finished and gave a small smile.

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[morgan]

First Name:Morgan
Last Name:Vincent
Age:18 years old
Appearance:

History:
Morgan was born to a magical half blood family in a small town on the outsets of London. Her father Marcus Vincent was a great wizard in his time and her mother Coraline Vincent was a powerful witch as well. Morgan has a younger brother Tyler and an even younger sister Kira neither of which fully have powers. Morgan lead a very quiet yet exciting childhood.

Morgan's parents taught her everything they knew as well as to respect her elders.Morgan lost her father to illness and her mother went into a deep depression.
Morgan spent most of her childhood helping her mother raise her brother and sister as well as keeping up with her magic it was not easy it was hard work but she did it and now she is here to learn and be great.

Personality:
Morgan is smart, funny, brave, courageous and confidante in her life as well as her studies. Morgan was taught at a very young age to show no fear and to stand up for herself. Morgan loves to read, write , draw, party, she loves boys and most of all just being herself and hanging out with her friends. Morgan is very talented in the arts as well as music and English writing. Normally you can find Morgan reading or writing or drawing in a quiet spot and other times she is the life of the party. Morgan is known to be a little shy when it comes to new people.

Sample RP:

Morgan was wandering around carrying her books and headed back to her dorm to place them away." Thank goodness I got my classes over with for today and now I have to go and study." Morgan walks into her dorm and places her books on her bed, Lays down and opens the book for Charms and starts to read and write down notes.

Morgan looks at her watch and sees that she has been studying for two hours straight." OK I need a break I think I will take a walk." Morgan stands and grabs her jacket and heads outside to see whats going on." Wow its a lovely day out here the sun is shining and the birds are singing and its peaceful. i wonder where everyone is." Morgan wanders down to the lake and sits under a big tree looking out at the lake.

I am going to go ahead and sort you, but you can't be 18. You can be between the ages 11 -17. So change that ok?

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[hermioneandron4eva]

First Name: Jean

Last Name: Davidson

Age: 12

Appearance:

History: Jean Davidson was a regular sweet person in Oxford England. Her parents Christopher and Charlotte Davidson were to. They knew there was such thing as magic but never really found it. One day Jean came home and found a moving truck and all of her stuff in these 12 big boxes. She asked her parents, "Whats going on? Are we moving or something?" Her father Christopher said, "Honey now I have something to tell you. My company is moving to France and we will be staying there for a very long time." "We can't stay there for ever. What about my school and friends?"said Jean. Her mother replied"Sweetheart I know its tough but its what we gotta do." "Fine"Jean said very mad.

They were now in Paris France and Jean was kind of loving it. She said, "Momma,Daddy I'm glad I came." A year had passed and Jean was turning 12 on June 21. She was getting more and more excited everyday. June 21 came very quick the next week. Jean was finally 12 and she felt great. On a very misty day the mail came and Jean got something in the mail. It was a letter! She went into the kitchen and asked her mother for some orange juice and a plate with some bacon and toast on it. Her father asked her what she had in her hands. Jean said a letter from a place called Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic. Her parents both looked at her smiling and her mother,Charlotte came running into the dinning room. Jean's friend Cindy was excepted to. Jean's parents are friends with Cindy's parents. So when they found out Jean was going they were so excited!

Jean opened the letter up and said that she was accepted in the Academy Of Magic! Her parents were jumping up and down and screaming up to there lungs singing, "Our daughter is a witch our daughter is a witch." She was smiling to and doing the same thing except for the singing. Her mother asked her about 20 questions. Her mother asked, "Do you have a supply list in the letter? Where are we going to get all of her stuff?" Jean was looking bug eyed when she said all that stuff. Jean said, "I don't know?" When she had all her stuff her mother and father kissed her and said we love you and a good luck hug. They sent her on her way to Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic!

Personality: Jean has a wonderful personality. She is very tough and brave when it comes to anything. She was shy a little bit but not very much. She loves to read all the time. You can always find her in the hallway with a book and a smile on her face.

She has been known to pick a fight with somebody but she is very nice and loves everybody and everything. She also has been known to beat up a grown babysitter. She was known to scream very loud when she didn't get her way when she was little.

Sample RP: Jean looked out the front window and sighed. It was snowing on the front lawn outside her dormitory. She never saw the snow in Paris. She always imagined dancing in the snow and making snowmen and snow angles. There was this little bright light in the distance. She heard funny noises up stairs and went to check it out. These girls were up there fighting over 2 classes they were taking. One was Dark Arts and the other was Charms.

I told them they shouldn't be fighting over 2 classes. They were 6th years and i was a 1st. What was i going to do in this situation?
The headmaster came running in and said, "What is going on in here?" I told Madam Maxime that I didn't do nothing and i found these girls fighting over the Dark Arts or Charms.The headmaster called the 2 girls up to her office and i was left by myself and boy was I scared.

You need to space after a sentence! Use spell check! Also how did her parents know about magic, if they're not magical people. Fix these things then I can sort you.

I've also changed all of it and changed a little bit cause it didn't sound right.
so now i can hopefully be sorted!!

Okay I'll go backwards and start off with your RP. Madam Maxime is a woman, so it would be headmistress. It will probably be unlikely that MM would come to the dorm. Try instead your head of house. You also need to capatilize I. So fix your RP. Your personality sort of contradicts itself. You may want to look over it. Your history is more like an RP. It only gives background to how you got to France, but not to how you were raised or grew up. Try to fix these things too.

[sirconnorstine]

First Name:James
Last Name:Howard
Age:17
Appearance:here
History:
Parents: King Howl Pendragon and Kathrine Howard
Siblings
Half brother King Henry Pendragon of the Ingary Fairies
Personal History:
James is a King of rebel faries. He was the b**tard son of the great King of the Ingary Fairies Howl Pendragon and his mother Kathrine Howard. He was the Kings first son but because he was illegitimate he could not inherit the throne. His younger half brother Henry Pendragon became king when his father died and this angered James so much he decided to rebel against his half brother.
James is a excelling greatly in the Dark arts and loves mythology.He went to durmstrang up until this summer when he wanted to transfer into Beauxbatons. He now wants to teach so he himself can learn more about them in every way possible. He also wants the students to be able to defend themselves and be able to fire with fire. He is an expert problem solver because he has had to solve big problems since the day he was born.

Personality:
James is witty and smart. He knows how to keep a constant look and not show his feelings even thought he shows them constantly. He is a romantic and loves to flirt in the old courtly way. His flaws are that he will do anything for love that may be the key to his undoing. He likes to travel and listen to music. He knows how to survive and take in all accounts and ideas because he has had to fight for his rights since he was born. He does what he has to get what he wants no matter what the cost.

James is in a period of his life where he is unsure of himself and does not know who he is or what he is to become. He knows he is destined to become great but is his greatness to be good or evil?

Likes:
James loves music, traveling, snowboarding, skate boarding, and talking to friends.
Dislikes:
He hates being told something is impossible or that he is wrong.

Sample RP:
"Oh I wish I could take you to see the world. It is more amazing than this site now. Hey! What about this break we travel to Italy together?” He wanted her to say yes so much. He wanted to be with her and show her all the things he had seen. He would be the one to show her all the romantic and lovely places that were in the world and whom very few knew about. He wanted to be her guide to the world. He looked at her face for a moment and then looked away. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and she mad him want to be great and heroic. Was she a veela? She couldn’t be, she was so unsure of herself. Well it didn’t matter as long as he loved her right? She was his wish for so long and now she was right here before him and he couldn't look at her for that moment. Why?
It was about 5:00pm now and the sun was setting."Look."He said pointing to the herizon. The sky was turning scarlet in the fading sunlight.” It looks almost as lovely as your deep blue eyes.” He loved her and he knew he would ask her out but did she like him?” I think we should be getting back to the school but before we do I have to do something.” He leaned over and kissed her. It seemed like an eternity in one minute. He never wanted it to end but alas it had to. The cloud lowered to the ground and he helped he onto her horse before ridding back to the stables of the school.

You need to change that he is a genius at anything. He is here to learn, so he can't be perfect at any subject that he hasn't even been taught in, that would be flawless. So make sure to change that.

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[riverodell]

First Name: River
Middle Name:Shea
Last Name: O’Dell
Nicknames:Viv.Shea. or Rivvy
Age: 16
Appearance:
History:
River Shea O’Dell was born on December 21, 1991. Born and raised in County Claire, Ireland, with her Ma, Mary Agnes O’Dell, {[Pure-blood witch]} and her Da, Murphy O’Dell {[Pure-blood wizard]}. On her sixth birthday both her parents were brutally murdered for reasons unknown. Her older sister, Rowen Nicole, who had disappeared when River was only 4 years old, was never see or heard from. River's parents told her that Rowen left for training, but through her innocent eyes she could see the lies. All of her family was gone. She still doesn’t understand why to this day. She’s lived with her great-aunt, Annie McCourt, for the past ten years, and she never knew what she was until her tenth birthday when she sent the neighbor boy into the creek for throwing a ball at her knee. After that her aunt decided to take her to Brittany, France to live with her cousin and aunt {[Jean Luke Mousaw and Claire Marie Mousaw]} in peace…and so the neighbor wouldn’t get thrown into the creek again {[River really doesn’t like that neighbor boy]}.
While living with her cousin in France, things in River’s life were made a bit more difficult. The culture shock of moving from a farm in Ireland to a villa in France was a bit too much for her to handle at that age, as she was losing all that she had formerly known so well. Not to mention her dear aunt Annie having heart problems, so now she has to do whatever her Aunt Claire says. And her cousin, Jean Luke Mousaw only seemed to torture her even more through his childish rick-by games and tricks. He and River had honestly never been the best of friends during their lives. When she received a letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic to attend their school in France she was thrilled. Though Claire doesn’t acknowledge River’s abilities, she doesn’t dismiss them either. She had finally been given a chance to escape from the villa where she so hated to live, as she had always felt stranded there without a place to turn. She decided to give it a go and learn to control, and enhance her abilities. Because let’s face it, great-aunt Annie is cool, but not quite “all together.” And she doesn’t like Jean {[He a meanie..]}.
Personality:
Intelligent, though ditzy;;
While growing up, River was always the sort of person to do well on tests and homework, though she always did do terribly when it came to snappy come-backs and quickly grasping subjects in conversations and lectures. She was never the sort to receive a grade below a B, as she always did her best and studied when it was necessary. She sometimes has a hard time when it comes to arguing with others when it is necessary to use come-backs against another person and this often annoys her greatly, as she likes to be able to have the last word and is unable to do so when others are more quick-witted than she is.

Clumsy;;
River has never had the grace and balance capabilities and capacities of others around her, as she is the sort of person to run into walls and trip when she is simply walking around. When it is necessary for her to walk in a straight line or to walk carefully through an area, she is almost completely incapable of doing so unless she uses all of the concentration that she can muster to do so. The grace of those around her has always been something that annoys her greatly, as she isn’t able to notice when she is going to have a clumsy moment.

Cleanly;;
River often obsesses over having things clean and in just the right place and she is unable to live or stay in an area where things are not clean and tidy. People usually tease her and tell her she has OCD…maybe just a little. It’s not a real problem; she doesn’t go around cleaning other peoples’ messes, unless she’s staying with them, she just has to have HER area clean. And when things around her that are her own mess are not clean, she has to devote every moment to getting it clean until she is satisfied with how things look in her space.

Scatter-brained;;
She never really is able to remember the things that she is told or that happen in her life and if something happens right after something else that she is supposed to remember, she is unable to remember what it was any longer, as she is easily distracted. Whenever there is a distraction around when she is meant to be working or listening to something, she is incapable of remembering the things that she is told about or told to do. She also has a mild tendency to day dream when she is bored, as her dreams sometimes can seem a lot better than reality in her opinion.

Artistic;;
If there’s one thing that River can do its sketch. All her life, River’s art has kept giving her hope. She sketches the images around her and the images in her mind. One of the first spells her aunt taught her was to bring her sketches to life for a short amount of time. Of course River can only make them miniatures sizes, for now, but she’s still learning. Her art inspires her, and is the only thing she can concentrate on without her mind zoning out.

Sample RP:
She only had a few hours to get ready. Aunt Claire is an early riser, and she’s not too keen on the idea of River going to Beauxbatons. River understands why she doesn’t want her to go, but it’s not her choice to make. She should have been proud and happy for River. She finally has somewhere to go; somewhere to belong where others are like her. But no; Aunt Claire can’t be happy for anyone except her perfect little Jean Luke. “Stupid frog; I hate that boy. Always whining to his Ma,” she said as she started to imitate Jean Luke’s high pitched voice, “‘Oh, mama, mama, River hit me.’ Bloody weenie.”

It was already midnight, and River was running out of time. She needed to get to the basement and get her trunks. Then she would have to pack, and find a way to get to the end of the street. Claire’s villa was huge. It always took about half an hour to get to the front of the house, and another fifteen minutes to get up all those stairs. Lord. Why would some crazy old lady want four billion bloody stairs to get into her house? It was just ridiculous. There really was no point in having so much to a home that only four people lived in! Especially when two of those people were practically ancient and needed help getting EVERYWHERE! Silly old woman. Stupid boy. Retard stairs.

She rushed down the stairs to the basement and retrieved her trunk for school, sneaking back up and past Aunt Claire’s bedroom as quietly as she could. Once she was up in her room again, she scrambled all around, trying to get packed as quickly as she could so that she could just get out of here and catch the next bus out of this place once and for all. That part was much easier said then done.

River finished her packing, but she didn’t have any way to take all her belongs out of the house, full of stairs, without waking somebody. And then she had to worry about getting down the drive, and out of the gates, and then to the station and onto the bus. “Bloody villa,” she mumbled, along with many other unmentionable words. Just as she was walking past her Aunt Annie’s room she heard her voice float to the door. “River, come.” River hesitated for a moment before entering her aunt’s room. “Yes Aunt Annie?” she asked. “River, how in the world are you going to go about carrying all of that luggage through the house, and then not even come in here to say good-bye to me? I know I’ve taught you more than that.” River walked over to her aunt’s bed where she was now laying. “I’m sorry Aunt Annie,” she said, “but I can’t stay here anymore. Claire and Jean treat me like I’m nothing more than a burden. They have every since we came here. I know you love your sister, Aunt Annie, but she doesn’t love me like you love me. So I’m leaving. I’m going to go to…to fix my powers; make them better. And you’re going to stay and get better.”

River looked into the electric blue eyes of her aunt and tried to fight back the tears that were threatening to escape from her eyes. I’m not going to cry. I have to do this. I have to do this. She kept thinking. She began to bend her head, so she wouldn’t have to look into her aunt’s eyes and she heard the older woman’s voice, soft and kind as it always had been. “I understand, River…just remember to write and don’t forget the things that matter most to you…” she said slowly and River nodded, looking up at her with tears in her eyes. “I promise, Aunt Annie,” she said and Annie nodded again, sitting up slowly and getting to her feet. River followed suit and allowed her great aunt to lean on her. “Aunt Annie, what are you doing?” she asked and watched as Aunt Annie raised a hand to quiet her. “I’m going to help you, child. Now lets get your things down stairs before Claire wakes up…” she said and they made their way out of the room and to the top of the stairs.

It took a little longer than River would have liked, but it was a lot quieter than she thought it would’ve been. At the end of the drive River looked at her aunt and gave her the biggest hug she could manage. “Thank you Aunt Annie. Thank you.” she kept her face in the crook of her aunt’s neck and finally let a few of the tears fall. “Oh, sweetheart; it was nothing.” Annie said and with a loud popping sound, and she was gone in almost a flash and River was alone at the end of the drive. It took about twenty minutes to get out of the house. And it was the best twenty minutes of River’s life. All she had were her trunks, and the blue pendant her aunt gave her in the stairway. Keep it with you always, she said, it was your Ma’s and it belongs to you now. While she waited at the stop by the Joan of Arc statue, she touched her Ma’s old pendant. It was hot to the touch, and River could tell it was more than some pendant that Annie gave her. As the bus finally came to a stop, and River handed her luggage to the driver, she looked back at her Aunt Claire’s villa. And said good-bye.

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At first I was thinking Rouerie, but now I know the right house for you.

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[chrissy]

First Name:

Christine, but goes by Chrissy

Last Name:

Grace

Age:

Sixteen

Appearance:

History:

On January 16, 1991, Christine Marie Grace was born to Lynn and Joseph Grace. She was raised in your typical Upper East Side New York home, living it up with other rich families in the area. Ever since she was young, she was raised to believe that the only people who got anywhere in life were those who had money and were extremely stuck up. As a Grace, Christine was expected to live this way for the rest of her life, which she is at the moment. She is extremely vain and has a very small circle of friends for this reason.

Her brother, Damien, sort of encouraged her partying behavior. At the age of 14, he took her to her first party, where there was drinking and drugs. Obviously,. Christine picked up the habits and has lived that way ever since. Damien wound up getting kicked out of high school, but Christine managed to maintain her grades, even if she did spend a majority of her time partying.

Just a few years ago, The Graces decided to move to Boston, Mass. finally realizing that Christine would head down the path her brother had taken if she stayed in New York any longer. They hoped that living in a new place would help make her a better person in a way and she would drop all of the habits she had picked up over the years.

What her family did not realize was that that place had made things worst. She got involved with all of the wrong people that attended the boarding school she was in. Her then boyfriend, Caleb, was a vampire and had bitten her during a party at his house. The pain had been excruciating, and the net morning she could not believe the thing she had become. She was abnormally beautiful and she had a thirst that could only be quenched by one thing. Caleb helped her to go down the path of the ‘vegetarians’ and she only drank on animal blood. Her brother, Damien, found out about this and wanted to become a vampire himself. And so, Chrissy transformed him.

Years and year passed and their parents passed away. The two of the remaining Graces decided to leave Boston and move somewhere far where no one would know who they were and what they had been through. The two decided to move to Europe..France to be exact. It was there that she discovered her magical talents. She had been helping her brother cut down trees in their new backyard when she suddenly looked at one and it instantly fell to the ground. Weeks later, she received her letter from Beauxbatons. At first, both she and her brother debated whether of not she should attend the famous wizarding academy. How would the students react to having a vampire around them? After much thought, they both agreed that it was a great opportunity and Chrissy left for the school in September.

Personality:

Christine is, by no means, a goody goody. She is always up for anything and everything. She been through the whole drug scene [which she had to stop due to the school’s rules] and even picked up pretty bad partying habits. She is very opinionated, which is why some people view her as a female dog. She loves to speak her mind and says it exactly how it is.

When she does find those people she can trust [aka her bffs] she is nothing but kind and friendly. She is always there for them when they need her and would seriously kick someone butt if anyone messes with them. Trust me—this is one girl you do not want to mess with AT ALL

Sample RP:
The music pumped through the speakers of the large stereo in the Grace home. Chrissy’s brother was finally back from wherever the hell he had been and, just like old times, he decided to through a party. All Christine wanted was to relax—all she had been doing while he was gone was spending endless nights about the town to keep busy. She searched everywhere for company and probably met people that would never again see in her life. There was on person in particular she had wanted to see, but he was off with his Human girlfriend.

Benjamin Darcy. Her Benjamin Darcy. Well, she wished he was anyways. They were best friends, inseparable from the very start. Chrissy showed exactly how she felt about him—she flirted, they messed around, and he had to have known after all that. But no. He went and got a HUMAN for a girlfriend. A human who, no doubt, will die eventually while he continued to live on this earth. She hated the girl, even if she had only met her once. She took Benjamin away from Chrissy and that..that was not acceptable.

“Damien, I’m going out somewhere,” she yelled over the music, as if her brother cared where she went. She grabbed her car keys and cell phone and left the Grace home. The moment she reached her Audi R8, she hopped in and opened up her phone. Hey Bennie. Come meet me at the forest, okay? xox love she texted Benjamin before sticking the keys in the ignition and speeding off down the street.

The entire time, Chrissy’s mind was pounding. She wanted to show Benjamin that it was HER he should be with, not that Serenity girl. She just didn’t know how. In no time, her car was parked outside the forest and she was already walking around, hoping the entire way that Benjamin would show up.



Must be Sournois.

[jalynw3]

First Name: Jalyn Samantha "Sam"
Last Name: Wright
Age: 11


Appearance:


History:
Jalyn Samantha Wright, often called Sam by close friends and family, was born on August 14 in London. She has long blond hair, blue eyes that tend to change color to gray, green, or hazel due to her mood and her surroundings, and well tanned skin. She is tall and rather elegant, at the height of 5'10'' and the weight of 123 lbs. Jalyn was raised in London with her Mum and Dad. Her dad is James Wright, a pureblood from a long line of wizarding Wrights. A couple of the more famous wizard Wrights amongst the muggles were the Wright brothers, but in the wizarding world, the Wright family remained a noble, yet quiet family line, with no real reputation. Her mum is Lynda Wright, originally Lynda Analya, a halfblood from Whales. They live in their small mansion that the Wright family has inhabited for several centuries, not far from the Malfoy's. Jalyn was raised without the knowledge of her magical heritage. Her parents, who had seen the damange done on such families as the Malfoy children with respectable names to uphold, did not want Jalyn to grow up with such ethics. So they acted as if they were Muggles, and Jalyn, once she discovered she was a witch, was glad for it. James has a job in the British Parliment, which Jalyn later discovered that he was an ambassador between the Ministry of Magic and the British Parliment. He often kept in touch with both the Minister of Magic as well as the Prime Minister in order to keep both informed of each other, yet out of each other's business. Lynda never worked, though she wished she could. James did not want her working in order to raise Jalyn properly, but now that Jalyn has been accepted into Beauxbatons, Lynda is looking for a job at the Ministry as well in the department of Transfiguration, her main field. James was the first of the Wright family to marry someone of non-pureblood, much to his parents' and brothers' disapproval.

But shortly before Jalyn turned ten, her parents announced they were moving. France. Of all places. They didn't explain to her why, but the next day, they were gone from their ancient home in London and moved into a "summer" house in Paris, while still keeping the deed to their home. Her parents claimed it was only temporary, and still did not give her a reason.

Before attending Beauxbatons, Jalyn attended a public Muggle school, much to, again, her grandparents' disapproval. But there she learned her talents with ease and found her personality without the help of magic.


Personality:
As for her personality, Jalyn is very reserved. She's not necessarily shy, but more to herself unless she must interact with others. But she's not one to not take a chance when it's offered. She does well with others as she can read others' thoughts and emotions. This is due much to her quiet nature as she prefers to be alone and watch others to learn about them. From this, she has also learned to be quick witted. She loves to read and can often be found reading one. She can stand up for herself when needed and she can be a royal pain when she wants to be, as she much despises rude people such as the Malfoy's, but she is generally a kind and open person to those she cares about. She tends to not keep secrets about herself, but she would do anything for those she loves and keeps her promises well. She likes to have time to herself as much as she likes to be with friends. If she is not reading and she is not talking, she is generally thinking about the most unusual things which are usually outside of the box.

Her talents are various, much to her parents' surprise. Mainly, she discovered she could do magic at a fairly early age and with surprising ease without a wand. But due to her parents acting as Muggles and disapproving of magic, though they were very proud at her progress, she was unable to develop it and entered Beauxbatons much like a normal witch. She also had a knack for music, her main love in life. She held perfect pitch and could sing or play any tune at any time, just as she could learn any instrument within a few minutes. As mentioned, she was also very good with people and knew often what they were thinking, as well as she was unusually smart for her age and able to learn and understand things quickly and that were far more advanced for her. Jalyn also had a knack for remembering the most random facts, such as where they parked their car or where someone lived that she had only met once. And with that, she was extraordinarily good with directions.

But with her talents came her flaws. Sometimes she had a terrible memory when it came to where she put things or studying for tests. She also always understood people too well, or often misread their actions or emotions and blamed herself. Jalyn often wished to be alone because of this, but as much as she wanted that, she also longed to be like the Malfoy's or the Potter's and to be popular with loads of friends and people who knew her name. But because of that contridiction, she often found herself to be either alone or with fake friends. Though she was nothing short of gorgeous, she could never hold a guy's attention for long. She often grew tired of them and found the flaws in them annoying. Not only was this just with men, but this was also with everyone as well. She could have a short temper if too many things went wrong and sometimes if this happened she became pessimistic. But most of the time, she was very easy going and hated fights.

Jalyn is intelligent, but she mainly has her moments. She can be extraordinarily lazy and she sometimes refuses to learn things or try. She often has a lack of self-confidence due to her lack of friends and she discredits her looks and intelligence due to that. But Jalyn loves Muggle movies and before she discovered she was a witch, she wanted to be an actress.


Sample RP:

A loud crash echoed through the empty corridor that Jalyn Samantha Wright sat in, not only disrupting the silence but her thoughts as well. Here she had been sitting quietly for the past few minutes, gazing out the window and watching several students meander and mill around on the grounds two floors below her. It was spring, finally, and while everyone was outside enjoying the perfect weather, she had decided to remain indoors to people-watch today; which was largely unusual of her. Sure, she loved the outdoors, especially the whistle of the large, old trees in the wind and the feel of the fresh cut, green grass on her hands, but she had decided there were too many people outside. Too many people she knew.

That, and she was simply procrastinating studying for her History of Magic test, and by going outside, several others who were fully prepared would gladly remind her of their upcoming exam.

As the last of the echo finished ringing through the halls, as well as Jalyn's ears, two young boys poked their heads out from around a corner opposite of where Jalyn sat. They were first years, she recognized them from the beginning of the year feast, but their names she had not the slightest clue. She took a curious glance as her slender brow rose high, but the two boys either didn’t see her, or pretended they didn’t. They took off at a fast walk, whispering under their breath to each other with wide, matching grins spread across their faces. At this sight Jalyn could only laugh, and it was this small laugh that made the two boys freeze, thinking they had been caught by a professor. But as soon as the four wide eyes met her two amused ones, they instantly relaxed and continued walking as their whispers grew louder.

At this Jalyn didn’t know whether to take offense or pride. Did they recognize her and know that the last thing she would do was tell a professor they were up to no good? Or did they have no clue who she was, and they only thought of her as a silly girl who wouldn’t dare report them. But as she was about to call to them and find out, the faint memory of the library popped back in her head when their now loud whispers mentioned something about tests. With a groan, she stood, deciding that she had procrastinated going long enough. No doubt would Jalyn's friend, Mikera, be curious as to what took her so long, but she would have to deal with it. After all, she had O.W.L.s to be studying for instead of asking silly questions as to where Jalyn had been.

Her own footsteps replaced the silence that had now filled the corridor once the boys had left and she strode in the opposite direction of their faint whispers. As she passed the corner the two boys had first appeared around, she glanced down the corridor, fully expecting some gruesomely hilarious scene to greet her, but instead it was Mikera herself.

"Sam! I've been looking all over for you!" she shouted down the hall. Jalyn paused, slightly wincing at hearing her nickname sound through the empty corridor, before turning to fully face her older friend.

"Why? Don't you have studying to do?" Jalyn replied, trying unusually hard to hide her annoyance.

"Don't you? Besides, I'm allowed to take breaks. Com'mon, let's go take a walk on the grounds. I hate to be stuffed up in the library on a day like this!"

Another delay from her actual studying, Jalyn realized with a mental shrug. It would be another late night, just like the night before. Once more the corridor echoed with Jalyn's footsteps as she continued walking, but this time, they were joined by Mikera's louder and quicker ones as she hurried them out onto the bright grounds of Beauxbatons Academy.

Watch out for those spelling errors.

Must be Cossu!

[ginnyrocks]

First Name: Regina
Last Name: Marquise
Age: 14
Appearance:

History: Regina Noel was born to Pierre and Antoinette Marquise, along with her twin sister Noella Susanne.
The Marquises live in a mansion in Aquitaine. Regina and her twin were pretty much the same except for their looks.
They were tutored in their mansion and were given the best of everything. When they turned 11, they recieved their letters from the most magical place on earth The very next day the whole Marquise family went to get their supplies. Three days later Regina had made a friend at the playground near their mansion.
Regina really liked her new friend and when she got home, all she could talk about was her new friend. To make her happy, her mamá and Noella went to the playground and met her friend. They found out that her friend was a witch as well.

While the three of them were playing, Regina's friend's dad came to the playground. Her mamá and her friend's dad had an argument and wands were brought out. Regina, her twin and her friend were all trying to help stop the argument.
No one really knows who did it, but after the argument Regina saw her twin on the ground, unconscious.
Regina couldn't get over the thought that she would be going to the most magical place on earth without her twin.

Personality: Regina is a very good and loyal friend. She has a hard time trusting when first meeting someone because of the accident, but after a couple of days, she begins to opening trust that someone and becomes friendly . She has a bright smile, but it is somewhat rare. Regina is quiet, a bit reserved and is easily annoyed. She also has a quick temper, and yet she is very smart and loves horses. Regina is a perfectest.

Sample RP: Regina was her bedroom with her mamá, while Marie, her maid, packed her clothes." How am I supposed to Beauxbatons, without Noella?" Regina asked her mamá. " I don't really know Gina. Your papá and I know zhat it hard to believe zhat Noella is dead, but we have to move on." Regina frowned. " We were going to try to be in ze same house and be in ze same classes and everything . Now after all of our planning and dreaming I have to do this myself !" "Regina's mamá came over and gave Regina a big hug. Then still hugging her, her mamá said a bit tearfully" I know its hard. I miss Noella just as much as you do. " Then she turned and took the handkerchief, Marie was holding. " I going to go with Marie to make sure zhat ze rest of ze maids still working." They left and Regina was alone with her thoughts.

She looked at ze other side of the bedroom. It was full of her twin sister's belongings and favorite things. No one know how hard it was to lose a best friend, playmate, partner in mischief and twin sister all at the same time. Zhat's ze last time I pour my heart out to someone I don't know. she thought angrily. She walked over to the bell hanging by her bed and pulled it. A few minutes later Marie came in. " Yes, Miss Regina, do you need help packing you're personal belongings?" she asked as she curtsied. " No, Marie." Regina said commandingly." I need you to get my trunk from ze closet downstairs." Marie curtsied again" Yes, Miss, right away."

Regina walked angrily over to her twin's side. How on earth could her parents think, that sending her to the most magical place on earth would help her get over Noella's death.
All of their plans and dreams were for nothing. " I guess zhat I'll have to experience the most magical place on earth for ze both of us, Noella." She said

I'm not sure if you're really making this mistake, or if you think its cute. Its not cute, just letting you know. When writing we want you to write using proper grammer, and all this 'ze' is really weird. Please stop using it when you write. In dialog its alright if you want to portray your character as being horrible at English or something, whatever. Now, in your history you have something strange. Smoke and then her twin is unconcious? What happened? Your character may not have a clue, but you should, otherwise you didn't think it through far enough and just wanted something mysterious in your characters history. Third, you need to add more to your personality, please.

I fixed it.

Must be Rouerie

[aiedail]

First Name: Amber
Last Name: Wolfe
Age: 11
Appearance: Amber is 5 feet in height and slender. She is fair and has shoulder length black color hair and has gray eyes.
History:Amber was born in France in the month of October. Her parents Alexander and Valda are pureblood and they were distantly related to each other before marriage. She is the only child and immensely enjoys all the attention. She's very close to her father and shares almost everything with him.
Her first sign of magic was when she was 20 months old. She was playing on the swings, her nanny wanted to take her inside the manor to get ready for dinner. Amber didn't want to leave yet and her nanny wouldn't take no for an answer and tried to pull her off. Getting angry Amber's magic acted out and created a tornado throwing the nanny 40 feet away. This was witnessed by her parents, who were very proud by her magic but they did scold her half heartedly for throwing her nanny that far. From that day onwards Amber had a lovely time driving her nannies mad.
She was privately tutored at home. At first Amber enjoyed gaining knowledge at her speed and liking but later found it very boring as she didn't have many friends. She was ecstatic on the day she got her letter
Her mother wasn't very keen on letting her only child go so far away from her and wanted Amber to be continued teaching at home. Her father convinced her mother otherwise as he knew that his daughter wanted to have her own adventures and make more friends. It did take a while to be more specific almost a month but he was successful. So finally they celebrated Amber's letter by going on trip to Norway.
Personality: Amber is smart and stubborn person. She is ambitious and will use any means to attain something. She is sly, cunning and was taught how to hide her emotions well. She believes in patience being the greatest virtue. She doesn't trust people very fast, but she is loyal and will support people she loves.

Sample RP: It was a clear sunny day, Amber was sitting with her back against the tree in a park and thinking about the letter she got from her one and only friend, Ivy. When all of sudden it started raining heavily. She looked up confused by the rain and got to feet to head to her home. As soon as she took one step rain changed in to snow and she couldn't see anything. She knew something terrible was happening, when all of sudden she heard a girl scream nearby. Her instincts told her to try to head home but she turned towards the direction the sound came. She must have taken around half a dozen steps when she bumped into a person, and reached out to keep from falling and said, " Were you the one who screamed right now? Are you hurt?" The girl was sobbing and replied and brokenly, " I crashed over the tree roots and broke my arm".




If you're not going to include a picture, you need to write more in the appearance. In the history, you say that her magic was expressed in the form of a tornado? If it was tornado that had enough power to throw the nanny 40 feet, then obviously the child would have been hurt as well. As well as the child most likely.