Sorting (Term Nine)

[adrian]

First Name:
Laurell
Last Name:
Caelestrasz
Age:
17
Appearance:

History:
Laurell was born to a wizarding family in Canada. Her parents had fled from the European countries to get close to the states many years before, when they were but her age. Her father had attended Durmstrang when he was a child, and her mother had attended Hogwarts. Neither of the two were overly fond of either of the schools, so when Laurell was born, she was taken to France to see if they would accept her into Beauxbatons.

Sure enough, they did. Her family was more or less tree huggers. They were all about helping the environment, and protecting mother nature and its creatures. Personally, she didn't really care either way, but when in her parents house she was forced to do what they said. She was born with an imagination, and quite a talent with Charms and Transfiguration.

She didn't excel in Defense Against the Dark Arts or History. She hated both subjects, and while she knew that you needed to know how to defend yourself, she wasn't the one that wanted to have to go through the fact of learning how to do so. She could easily defend herself with charms, and she was good with them. It was once remarked that some of the things she could do with charms was a little unnatural, and that her talent with them was way beyond the norm. However, when they observed her in the other subjects, they quickly decided that she wasn't worth any time or effort.

When she was fifteen, her baby brother died by going into cardiac arrest. He was only one at the time, and medical professionals said that his heart had been born with a defect. After that, she decided she would never have kids of her own, for she didn't want to go through the torment that her parents went to.

When she turned Seventeen her parents disowned her because she was not accepted into working at the ministry like they had wished she be. She decided to go finishing school, in hopes that one day she will be able to find a job that could support herself.
Personality:
Laurell is quite the charmer. She loves to flirt with people, some have even referred to her as somewhat of a slxt. She, however, doesn't consider herself as such. She considers herself someone that cares for the needs of others, and thinks that they should receive the treatment should they require it.

She is very outgoing, loves to be around people. Loves to lack clothing. She wears very tight things, things that people can see through. She believes that women were made to show off their bodies, and believes that women were the gift that were given to men so that they would have pleasure in life. She makes sure to fulfill that roll.

She is very loyal to her few friends, and if she ever comes across loving someone, she does whatever it takes to be with that person, and to make them accept and love her back.
Sample RP:
King's Cross was as it normally was. Laurell sighed, she had been coming here for the past six years, and this year would be no different. People would either be playing tricks on her, or they would, as she expected more than the other, be trying to give her more awards. You would think that she was some goddess or something, but that was definitely not the case. She wasn't even sure what they saw in her, but they saw something. Her brother, Michael, stood next to her, being a year under her. He scratched his head absentmindedly.

“Ready sis?” he asked, not even looking at Laurell, but focusing on the vast amounts of parents that were seeing their children off. It had been too long since she had her mother to see her off, a year to be exact. Mainly it was because during the previous year of her attendance to Hogwarts, her mother had become ill and died right before Christmas holidays. However, she was lucky that she was to come of age during that time, and was thus able to continue the care for her brother. But the question still lingered. Was she ready?

“More than I will ever be,” came her quiet reply in her soft tone. She brushed a few strands of her silver-blond hair out of her face. Drawing in a breath, she took a few strides forward, her trunk following her intently as though being guided by some creature. Michael followed his sister, pulling his trunk as he followed. People glanced her way, some of them she could tell were only smiling to be polite, and some were only smiling because their parents were near, and they didn't want their parents to know what hoodlums they were.

When she made it to the cargo departments of the Train, she flicked her wand and the Trunk lifted off the ground and fitted itself into the compartment. She flicked her wand at her brothers, who repeated the process. Michael caught the nearest door and allowed his sister to walk through. She smiled, and the two parted ways. She walked towards the front of the train, he walked towards the back of it. She stopped before she came to a cabin in which the Prefects and the Head Boy would preside. She put a smile on her face, however forced it was, and pushed the door open. Hannah Potter, and young Septimus Malfoy sat in there alone, their mouths locked together as though breathing into each other in order to survive.

Hannah was only a sixth year, and Septimus had just become of his fifth. Both of whom were in the house Slytherin. She smiled curtly towards the two, and turned as a few more people walked in. Once they had seated themselves a boy, one that she would have rather steered clear of, for more reasons than she would dare speak, walked in.

“As you all know, Prefects and the Head Boy, and Girl, are to meet here in this cabin before the train takes off. The reasoning behind this, is because one, we must greet the newest additions to the prefect rank,” his eyes drifted over to Malfoy, who was now staring at him intently, his tongue nowhere near that of Potter's, “And to introduce the older ones,” he looked at everyone else, avoiding Laurell's gaze.

“Now, I am, as I am sure you most likely know, Arcturus Riddle. I will have no abbreviations for my name, and you will address me as Arcturus if you dare speak to me at all,” he smiled politely, those dark eyes penetrating them all, “I am Head Boy and if you have any questions you can see—”

Laurell coughed slightly.

“—me. Now, I would like to take this time and make sure that you all know that if you catch someone doing something they are not supposed to do, then you must—”

Laurell coughed a little more loudly, Malfoy snickered.

“—write them up, and give their name to either myself or your Head of House. If that is a—”

Laurell coughed louder than the two coughs combined. Arcturus glared her way.

“Would you like a cough drop Laurell?” he asked, nearly hissing her name. She smiled politely, “Oh heavens no, those things are horrible. I just thought that perhaps you would like to introduce the Head Girl to everyone,” if looks could murder she would be six feet under. Arcturus looked as though he were going to strangle her, but she couldn't help to smile at him.

“Everyone, this is Laurell Caelestrasz, the Head Girl...” his voice carried off as his eyes slowly turned towards the others in the car, “She has as much authority as myself, and names can also be given to her,” his tone was dreadful, she smiled wider.

After the next ten minutes had passed by, in which the train had already left King's Cross and was on its way towards Hogwarts, Laurell was headed down the corridors of the train trying to find a different compartment. She was, as she noticed, getting a lot of glares from lost of people, mostly the Gryffindors and the Slytherins, which, sadly, didn't surprise her in the slightest. Ever since she had outshone Arcturus in Charms class, Transfiguration Class, and in the Dueling club that had been established for Fifth year and up students, people seemed to not like her.

However, on the flip side, the Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs liked her all the more because she, unlike most of them, stood up and had shown the nasty little Slytherin buggers that they, no matter the petty thoughts that went through their heads, did not rule the school. So, to irk them even more, she smiled politely to them.

After searching about twenty compartments, she found one with at least someone she knew. She tapped the compartment door, then slid it open, “Ginerva, do you mind if I join you?” Ginerva Marchbanks was in deed the offspring of Griselda Marchbanks, a Ministry of Magic employee from way back during the on going battles of Potter and Riddle. Ginerva didn't like to be called Ginerva, mainly because lots of people seemed to horribly mispronounce the word, and she had heard some pretty weird pronunciations of it. So she simply had people refer to her as Ginny.

“Knock yourself out,” Ginny replied, never looking up from the book in her hands. She, like Laurell, loved to read. It was something that had always captivated her, struck her fancy. She wasn't sure exactly what it was about it, but it was as though she could forget the world around her, and simply fade away. She could forget the suffering, the pain, the sorrow of her dreadful life, as she referred to it as, and melt into the fantasy world of some fictional character. Laurell agreed that it was much more fulfilling than life itself, to some degree anyways.

“Good summer?” asked Laurell.

“It was okay,” came an answer, “Could have been better. Auntie Marietta passed about three weeks ago. Life hasn't been the same without her constantly walking around the house with her wand in tow yelling at how people these days didn't know a thing about proper magic. Yours?”

Laurell wasn't sure how to show her condolences, so she dismissed the subject, and answered the question, “Mine was alright. Mother died last Christmas so it has just been me and Michael around the house. I enjoyed being able to use magic, made cleaning and cooking much easier than I was expecting it all to be.”

“Yes magic helps in many ways. I once thought that my mother was just superhuman or something, since she could clean the whole entire house before a guest arrived in like ten minutes. She never told, until I was eleven, that she was a witch, however, because she said I didn't show the normal signs that show around the ages of seven or eight,” Ginny shrugged, “but, I got the letter, and here I am, not doing so bad, I don't think.”

Laurell laughed. Ginny was obviously being modest. Ginny was a very talented witch. Sure, she probably couldn't win a duel with Laurell or Arcturus, but she sure as hell could hold her own. Ginny was a master when it came to the Shield Charm. In fact, Laurell wasn't sure she had ever seen a more perfected Shield Charm used than the one Ginny could conjure.

“You are good in your own ways.” She smiled and turned towards the window. A water droplet appeared, and before Laurell could finish blinking she could hardly see a foot out the window as water poured from the heavens sounding like marching army on the rooftop of the train. She smiled to herself. She loved the rain.

Must be Sournois

[dwayne]

First Name:
Dwayne

Last Name:
Powell

Age:
Sixteen

Appearance:

Dwayne stands about six foot tall, with dark brown hair that is short on the sides and long up top so he can spike it however way he wants. Unless he ends up cutting it short during the summer time, but for the most part it's long up top and short on the sides. He's porportional in both weight and height, but the only thing that bothers him is his baby face. His eyes are like a baby blue and he doesn't like his lips, they make him look like he's pouting. Overall he's satisfied in his appearance. Dwayne dresses casually in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, rarely will you ever catch him in dressy clothes unless it's something formal.



History:
Dwayne was born to David and Wanita Powell, he grew up in London and his family was somewhat broken. His father, David, worked his behind off, while his mother, Wanita, was off spending money and sleeping around with other guys. Since he was an only child, he tried to stay out of trouble but it always ended up the opposite. No matter where he went or what he did, he was always in trouble. As he grew up, his father finally realized what was going on and divorced his mother.

David later married another woman named Sanya Riccardo. Life for him started getting much better and he enjoyed having Sanya as a mother. She was always there when he needed her and helped him when he got into a bind. David, Sanya and Dwayne moved to France to start a new life and for Dwayne a fresh start in a new school. He knew it would be difficult but with his father and step mother there, he would get through it somehow. That was until his mother, Wanita, decided to come to France to move Dwayne back to London with her.

Refusing to go with his mother, she pitched a fit and started to cause trouble for them. It was then that Dwayne decided to just give in and let his mother take him back to London for a couple of years, but there was a stipulation to it. He was allowed to come back to live with his father from then on and no questions asked. Wanita agreed and took him back to London, there his life was miserable. He was sent to Hogwarts, which wasn't a bad school but it just made it to where he didn't care about anything anymore.

Dwayne's grades went down hill from there, his mother had it with him and sent him willingly on his way back to France. David got word that Dwayne was coming back, he was filled with excitement and met him at the train station. The moment Dwayne stepped off the train, his worries had left and his state of mind improved. He was happy to be back with his father and step mother and vowed never again to go back with his mother. Now that he was back in France, David enrolled him into Beauxbatons and has been here since then.


Personality:
Dwayne doesn't try to impress anyone, he is who he is and hopes that everyone or some can accept that. He can come off sounding like a jerk, but he isn't one though. It's just with what his mother put him through has made him the way he is now. He's smart and will not hesistate to challenge someone's intelligence, even if it's out of fun. Dwayne is the kind of guy that is laid back and will observe situations as they happen. Sometimes, Dwayne can be quite the opposite too. Where he's quiet and shy, but when he gets around the guys he's open. Around girls, he can be a smoothe talker. Most of the time, he makes himself look like a complete fool. Other than that, he tends to sit back and relax.



Sample RP:

It was a warm night, and the moon was full and bright. The stars were out sparkling in the midnight sky. Dwayne just happened to be out in the woods roaming around, after hearing a few people talk about the Enchanted Woods; he had to find out for himself what they were talking about. Dwayne had nothing really to do. His homework and studying was all finished up, most of his friends went off to bed. And he only had one thing to do in mind, and it was to go off to the Enchanted Woods.

It had been a very long time since he had actually went outside at night. He didn't plan on going deep, just in case, he didn't want to end up lost in the that place. Grabbing a coat, he left the dorm, and went out the common room. Walking through the grounds and toward the Enchanted woods, Dwayne's heart raced with pure excitement. He watched for prefects and Professors just so that he wouldn't get caught and end up in detention. This was his first time at Beauxbatons, so why not explore while he could.

He could blame is adventurism on his father, he got that quality from him. Dwayne approached the woods and stood there, the trees were dark, he took out his wand and muttered,"Lumos." Light appeared, and he could see much clearer, it was a good thing nobody was outside. He entered onto the path through the woods. As he walked farther into the woods. It seemed like hours since he's been walking, but it wasn't until he realized that he was deep within the woods.

"Eh who cares. I'll find my way out." he said and continued on his journey. Dodging tree limbs and avoiding logs on the ground, Dwayne didn't pay attention to what he was doing when he bumped into something. He pointed his wand at the thing noticing it was a tree. "Ugh, stupid tree."he said lowering his wand.



Must be Rouerie

[rambleon2474]

First Name: Leonie
Last Name: Delaunay
Age: 16
Appearance:
(shes the redhead)
History: Leonie was born to a Pureblood family in the small French town of Angers on April 3, 1978. The Delaunay’s had been around for several generations, dating as far back as 1487, and had acquired their fair share of wealth over the years because of numerous ideas and careful guarding of valuable heirlooms. It is because of Delaunay ancestors that Leonie is able to live the comfortable lifestyle she does. Living in an spacious town house in the middle of town, Leonie grew up in the center of everything. Shopping centers, government buildings,ect-the Delaunay household was surrounded by it all. Besides being in the center of the town, Leonie was also the center of attention at home. Being the only daughter in a houseful of five brothers gave Leonie special treatment, and she usually got everything she desired. Her father spoiled her particularly, seeing her as much more precious than the boys. To add to the family fortune, her mother opened up a small chocolate shop near the house, and Leonie often spent her hours there, helping her mother make things like Coconut Ice and the ever popular Sugar Mice. Helping her mother out in her shop has given Leonie the love of cooking, then her only real feminine trait. Though she was incredibly spoiled, with all the frilly dresses and dolls one could ever want, Leonie ran around the city causing mischief with her brothers and accidentally ruining all the beautiful lace dresses. Though she had near every doll on the market, she longed for a Bluebottle toy broom. As Leonie matured, however, she suddenly began to enjoy the frilly dresses and teddy bears. The butterfly and bug collection stayed, along with her Quidditch posters, but as Leonie grew into a young woman most of her boyish items were replaced with lipstick tubes and high heeled shoes.
Personality: Leonie is a very complex young woman. From a very young age, she was told to speak her mind by her opinionated mother, but often shushed by her slightly sexist father. (Who believed a woman should be quiet and obedient…how he every married Leonies mother is a mystery to everyone) She is very sociable and likable, since she was around many different kinds of people in her life thanks to living in such a busy place. She has no problem talking to people her age or older, and does it with a smile. She’s definitely charming and easygoing, very mellow, quirky and carefree. She rather dislikes rules and instead chooses to break them, but is quite skilled at talking her way out of trouble. She loves to laugh, have fun and generally just have a good time.
No matter how friendly Leonie is, however, she does have a nasty side. At her worst, she is vengeful, moody, brutally honest and sarcastic. She is a short fuse that, if ignited, wont stop shooting fireworks for days. She does tend to hold grudges, and does not forgive those who have wronged her very easily. She can also be quite cruel to those she does not like. She also says things without thinking over them, in turn hurting other’s feelings without meaning to. She is very impulsive and bold, daring and charismatic, but also very reckless and clumsy.

Sample RP: It was dusk. Golden sunlight shimmered through the soft leaves of an ancient maple tree as a gentle breeze played at the auburn hair of one tall, freckle-faced girl who sat underneath it. The girl was named Leonie Delaunay, and she was reading a book. A thick, Morocco-bound thing, something one might see in the farthest corner of the library collecting dust. The book was so old, in fact, Leonie wouldn’t be too surprised if a few spiders crawled out from the pages, there was so much dust and cobwebs to be found inside. She turned the page and coughed, as a small puff of dust blew from the pages into her eyes. Hastily closing the book and setting it aside, she reached into the small knit bag she had brought along with her and pulled out a shiny red apple, taking a fistful of her shawl and using it’s silken, powder blue material to make it shine. After a few moments of rubbing, she took a huge bite, letting the juice run down her lips. Licking them quickly she set the apple aside and began to dig around in her bag again, her fingers feeling around for the soft, stringy feel of feathers. After a few moments of digging she found it-her favorite quill. She dipped the end into a small porcelain jar and positioned the quill at the top of a pale pink piece of parchment, her head tilted to one side, pondering what to write. After a few moments of this, she bent forward over the paper, and began.
It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you last….

Must be Sournois

[colormecrayola]

First Name:Célestine(Middle:Marie)

Last Name:Daaé

Age:14

Appearance:Célestine has waist long dark brown hair which shines red in the sunlight. Her eyes are as black as night & has somewhat fair colored skin. Célestine has pearly white teeth and some scars on her arms from battle. She normal height, but has really long legs. She always dresses in strange ways. Mixing up colors & pattern that clash.

History:Célestine Marie Daaé was born on a full moon September 8, 1993. Shes been living with her parents Edward and Katerina Daaé in Romania since she was born. Her mother is Human while her father is a vampire. She was always picked on for being different in school, which Edward wasn't proud of. Her father was killed when she was 6-years-old. So Célestine and her mother moved to Ireland to live with her grandmother when célestine was 7-years-old. But last year she lost her mother in a car accident when she left for work on New Years Eve.

Personality:Célestine is very bright for her age. She loves to read and wright stories about magical kingdoms. Though she can be somewhat shy at times, célestine thinks of the glass as half full instead of half empty. She's also great at problem solving, and aways loves to help others who are in need. Though sometimes she can be caught daydreaming for hours in her room. Shedoesn't really care what people think about her. Célestine also loves to play the piano when she has some spare time. She doesn't like to talk about her parents or past as normal people would. Célestine is proud of both, but they are both just uncomfortable subjects for her.

Sample RP:Célestine woke screaming in her dark and damp room in a cold sweat. "It was only a dream," she whispered to herself. She layed back and tried to catch what little breath she had left. Finally Célestine got out of her bead and stumbled into her bathroom ,"I wonder what today has in store." She brushed her hair and teeth and changed into her school uniform; a navy blue and white shirt, a navy blue and white shirt and a navy blue jacket. She double checed herself in the mirror and smiled.

"today is a going to be a great day," said Célestine as she ran out her bedroom door and down a flight of stairs leading into a Victorian style living room. Her grandmother, Lady Amaya was sitting down on a small, pink, Victorian style sofa. "Good morning Célestine-Marie," said Lady Amaya as she smiled at Célestine. "morning grandma. I have to get to school early today. I'll get something to eat on the way," yelled as she walked out the frontdoor.

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You've gone and created a Mary Sue, it seems. First, who did she lose? Her grandmother or her mother? That part is unclear. You say she's elven and vampire--or is she more one than another? You cant slap two races like that together, especially since both are different. Show me you thought that part through. Also, add some flaws to her personality, otherwise she's fake.

alright, I'll see what I can do. & Hopefully the changes I make will be alright. I tried adding more to personality & history to make is seem a bit more real, and not so fairytale like.

Must be Cossu

[delilahcuzzers]

First Name: delilah
Last Name: reynolds
Age: 17
Appearance:
History: Now, delilah hardly ever speaks a word about her past, but I guess I could tell you just this once.

delilah just about grew up in the worst part of London. She was born to die, as she says it but really she was just born unwanted and some how that followed her threw life. Her birth mother dropped her off at a police station as a new born, from there she grew up in an orphanage until she was three. Than it happened, her knew adoptive mother came--Julian Reynolds took her 'home'. Isn't home supposed to be a place you can always feel at ease? A place you can't wait to get to? A dream that some how came into shallow reality? Unfortunatly for delilah she was given a nightmere. All she truly remembers of the house is her new 'mom' sleeping 24/7 with beer bottles covering the carpet, she has never remembered seeing the floor.

delilah was of course a simple name delilah reynolds, ignored the whole time she was at Julians home. That is until she turned ten, than it was like Julian woke up. From than on all she could remember was her screaming at her for no apparent reason and guys coming in and out of the house. Not often but it did happen, guys did approach delilah and were often drunk and wouldn't hesitate to touch her. That life helped her grow immune to people crying and her own tears, it changed her regular self to who she is today.

One day delilah came home from school, prying open the door from all the trash on the floor. She simply walked into her room and layed on her bed, feeling as if she had missed something. Julian didn't swear at her or threaten her that she would be dead in the morning. Thinking that she was probably with some guy she began to draw, ignoring her thoughts. That was until she heard a loud bang, no doubt a gun shot. So like anyone else delilah peeked out of her room to see what happened, only to find Julian being thrown onto the bottles on the floor, her cold eyes staring aimlessly at the ceiling. Ange had no emotion and simply watched as the blood slowly dripped down her forhead from the broken bottles, the bullet was shot at her stomach. Obviously only meant for her to suffer. That was when she saw some guy come out of the room and wink at delilah, than just like any other day he simply walked out the door.

You could say delilah killed Julian, simply watching her bleed and not bothering to dial the three digit number to save her life. delilah had simply came out of her room and sat infront of her, as the life drained from her eyes. Now this she distinctly remembers--Julian was still alive and breathing, though with each breath she came closer to death. Her last words to delilah were, I hope you burn in hell, you dum b*tch. Of course she wasn't able to say it as strongly as she usually did, for she used up her last breath to spat those out. Ange simply blankly stared at her as her eyes came colorless, only than did she call the police.

After that incident she was sent to live in an orphanage in London, after some begging of course. There she lived for four years, once she turned sixteen they decided she was fine to live on her own, even though she had recieved her letter to go to Beauxbatons, but eventully she did get adopted into a new family, one that still doesn't pay much attention to her




Personality: delilah likes to be different, her own self, and even if she didn't she wouldn't be able to help who she was. She was raised very poorly in London and she learned how to survive without depending on anyone for help. Basically, she grew up way too fast for her own good. She was never a little girl at heart, she was mature and quiet most of the time. Don't get me wrong, that was only until she moved to America. Now she is very outgoing and she is one that if she see's you alone in any random place she would introduce herself and usually end up with a new friend, that or just regected. But with her past, she was way too used to regection.

She can be very sweet and caring..at times, even if you hated her she would help you out if you were in trouble. She is the bestfriend that you could tell your darkest secrets to and know that they won't be whispered to someone else..maybe. delilah is the best friend and girl friend that you dream of, the one that you always wish your friend acted like. She will come to you at any time of day or night if you need her, not even an excuse is needed for her to be at your front door in five minutes.

Now, that was if she was having a good day or if your on her good side. It would be psycho for her to be like that 24/7. She has anger issues and will snap on you without warning, even if you are her best friend. But don't worry, she has meds for that. Unfortunatly for you they don't make meds for violence. But that's just food for thought.

If you disagree with delilah or get too far across the line she will snap and not only in words, if you persist and threaten her like most stubborn girls do they won't just get some hair ripped out or a small slap across the face. Unlike most girls she will punch--and not the weak girly kind either. She has a bit of a criminal record, she once got into a bad enough fight to where she had to slam the girls face into the curb, spliting her nose open. You would never expect sweet little delilah to be like that, now would you? Well, she a f**king rebel.

Sample RP:
Delilah watched him, her facial features softened as he spoke. It felt like they’d never broken up. It felt like this was actually going to be a good thing. Delilah wanted to badly to just sit in his lap and fall asleep in his arms, like she used to. But it was a little more complex then that. She nodded, she understood what he was saying but it still seemed like abandonment her mind. Leaving her own child for 5 hours a day. “Yeah but, I just, I’m going to worry all the time Hayden, this kid’s already going to have a reputation with me being mother, I want to protect it from everything , I don’t want it to have to put up with abuse I want to do the right thing for once. I just don’t know how” she admitted, thoughts running through her head. How was she going to do this? How in gods name did she expect to raise a baby, she could barely look after herself as it was. “I know I’d be leaving it in capable hands, but you’d understand the fear of having something go wrong their just… so fragile when their little, like a feather could snap them in half you know?” she was actually smiling at the thought of something so delicate.

Something she could look after and feel like she actually had a purpose for. Was this really Delilah sitting here? Nodding, she took his hand gently “Hey, I know how much it hurt you, losing Jaycee, and I know I can’t do anything about that, but you’ve got Indie and you need to focus on brining him up, brining him up into a person his sister would be proud of.” she said with her own reassuring smile. What was she doing, she was only 16, she didn’t know what to say to someone who acted like an adult.

Delilah gave a small laugh and raised an eye brow at him “Yer but have you watched Cinderella lately, the evil step mother, or in this case step girlfriend takes over, and I’d have to fight back with pet mice and other little critters and there really aren’t that many of them around here” she was trying to lighten the mood and she didn’t mind if he snapped, she needed to try deal with it somehow, plus bitching about his girl friend might not be the best thing. Smiling on the inside as he pulled her into a hug Delilah rested her head on his shoulder and sighed. This was what she wanted, this is how it should have been. Just the two of them, happy and talking. Not any stress ,no any partners to think about, no nothing just the two of them. “Well you’ll have to teach me how to have a life and a kid, because as far as I’m concerned they kinda just blend together eventually.” that’s what she’d happen, well not in her own dysfunctional family. Let’s not even go there, her family was just a nut house. Hearing his words made her feel all warm and fuzzy “Thank you” she said softly, kissing his cheek. Knowing she didn’t have to do this alone meant the world. Maybe she could relax a bit. delilah watched as the shock and excitement rise in Hayden’s face and it made her smile. Nodding she laughed as he spoke “Well, I don’t think your proud of him at all” she teased , she could see the admiration on his face and she knew, she just knew no matter what happened, he’d be there, for her, for the baby, for Indie, she just wanted to do the same for him in return.

A movie with Indie and Hayden, yer, that would be alright. That way she didn’t have to do so much talking. She could relax and just let things flow ”Yer, I’d like that, really” she said, grinning at him “Just don’t expect me to latch onto him in the first few minutes, it’ll take me a while, just warning you” that was a serious comment, she didn’t want him to get his hopes up and expect them to be best friends after a few moments. Then the change in mood. As he bought up October. The night to her was magic, but the October fiasco just made her feel like a whxre. She felt the need to explain, hanging her head, she fiddled with the sheets. “I do love you Hayden, October meant nothing to be, which is why I feel so bad.” she paused, running a hand through her hair, glancing at him “I felt like such a whxre after that night, he was still a virgin, I took his virginity and I stuffed his relationship, his girlfriend hates me, not that I blame her but I didn’t know who he was, after I left the beach I got a text from Trix, and she asked me to go to the club I figured it’d be fine, I wasn’t as upset anymore, so I went but I should have been more careful, someone slipped me something, I didn’t have that much to drink I don’t even remember half if that night I just know that October was in my bed in the morning” she sighed, it a still made her feel dirty but there wasn’t a lot she could do about it now. “Then I saw you with Madison and I just guessed you’d found out, so I didn’t say anything about you and Madison but it really hurt like f*ck, I’d just made half the school population hate me, then I’d lost you, at least it felt like it. It really just hurt”. Talk about a deep and meaningful. She shrugged as well, she couldn’t take back the past but she was sorry for it. He was speaking again, listening shock crossed her face. Madison as Heroin addict? She was good at hiding it, Delilah never suspected. She could have used some very colorful words, but she didn’t, she just let her anger fume.

He was right, Delilah could have jumped for joy. Him and Madison, hadn’t had sex. Could this day get any better? You don’t know how happy that makes me, knowing you didn’t sleep with her , and not just for my own reasons” she said, throwing her arms around his neck. “I met a guy, nothing happened we just talked, his names Rainer, he knew of Madison , told me some stuff about her, I didn’t know if it was true or not, but apparently some guys used to call her tricks, or something, I think he said it was because if they asked her to preformed she would” she pulled back, looking him dead in the eye “It might not be my place to say but I think she got around just as much, maybe even more then I did” she figured he’d already know this information, but hell she could smile now. She’d hated thinking about them having sex, in fact she hated thinking of Hayden and anyone for that matter apart form herself having sex. She was possessive and that’s just how it was. Finally, words she wanted to hear. Things just kept getting better for her. She so badly wanted to kiss him, but stopped herself, he still had a girlfriend and it wasn’t right. “Good” she whispered, her eyes threatening to let happy tears all “’Coz I really don’t want to let you go, not again, you’ve been gone for to long as it is”.

Haha, that wont slide. Sorry, but I'm familiar with America's CPS system, so I know they wouldn't let her live on her own at 16. She is a ward of whatever state she's in until she turns 18, then she's out. Also, how on earth does she end up in france? If she were to go anywhere from America, she'd be going to Hogwarts. Explain how she gets to France.

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[xaharia]

First Name:Xaharia
Last Name:Kreed
Age:17
Appearance:
History: Being the youngest in the family Xaharia always felt a small sting of jealousy towards her oldest sister. She never felt that she would be able to own up to her sister’s brilliance, beauty, and potential. Both Xaharia's parents were encouraging too both Xaharia and her sister but Xaharia always felt like they had more confidence that Jasmine would be greater. Wanting something more in her life Xaharia started to read online about magic within every person. With some hope of being smarter Xaharia bought books to do magic only to soon be disappointed in finding, it was just a book published by a person wanting to make money. While her friends continued to pursue magic, Xaharia was sure that witchcraft was false and saw no point in pursuing something with no proof. As Xaharia's 16th birthday approached she found herself looking out her bedroom window wishing she could disappear into one of her books where everything seemed to fall together like a perfect story. She would try hard in school knowing that High School was most important for her future, but as the year would drag on her homework would slowly pile up and she felt the weight of the classes as too much, and soon she would give up for the year. As the year came to an end Xaharia promised herself and her friends she would do better next year, and only hope that this time she meant it. She was so afraid of being nothing, of ending up a no one in life where people would look at her as a simple failure. She could see her friends excelling and that only undermined her confidence. On the day after her 17th birthday Xaharia felt her heart plummet into her stomach as she saw an owl fly over her head. 'You never see an owl in daylight, must be a sign of good luck' Xaharia thought with hope. She picked her steady walk into a fact pace until she couldn't fight the urge anymore to not run. Running as fast as she could towards her house in the direction the owl had flown moments before she felt a small chill run down her spine as if a signal of change. Xaharia opened the wooden door in front of her house bending over to gasping for air as she shook her head. With a small laugh too herself, Xaharia lowered her pack to the ground rubbing her hand across the back of her neck and closed the door. As she walked into the kitchen Xaharia stopped as she saw her parents mumbling in the corner. Seeing Xaharia approach her mother, Phaline, touched her father on the shoulder as she slowly sat down on the couch.
"What games have you gotten yourself into this time Xaharia," said her father in a stern tone.
"Don’t judge her so quickly," Phaline said quickly lowering her eyes to the paper in her hands before continuing. "Do you know what this is about Xaharia?"
As her mother handed her an opened envelope Xaharia felt her mind begin to race, not able to understand why a simple letter was causing her parents to act this way. Her hand began to shake as she slowly removed the parchment from the already opened envelope. Not even beginning to question why the envelope had been opened Xaharia unfolded the parchment inside. In that moment Xaharia felt uncertain, excited, and a feeling of hope for a future for a first time as she learned of something she had always wanted to be true. The moment after that seemed mixed with feelings she couldn't remember or even begin to understand. She had a long talk with her parents about the incident and she almost fainted as she learned the delivery of the letter had been presented by an owl. As the night drug on and Jasmine came and learned the story, Xaharia went to sleep knowing she would attend the School of Magic Beauxlatons!
Personality: Xaharia has always been shy when first meeting someone though she tries the best to hide her true feelings. She will often play with the bracelet on her left hand as she tries to fight her insecurity. Xaharia fears that she will say something stupid and get people to hate her so she tends to stay in the back of the room as people meet. She hates being addressed by her last name; it has always made her feel scolded or controlled by the already threatening teachers or authority. Once she gets to know someone, however, she loves to talk and hang out or do anything. As long as it is someone she is comfortable around. She always wants something better for herself and too do good in school but she always seems overwhelmed. Knowing she is going to go to a new school Xaharia hopes that she will be able to be smart but also be adventurous into this new world of magic that she knew nothing of before. She doesn’t want to be the goody girl that follows all the rules but she doesn’t want to challenge the school to get her kicked out. She wants to be able to tell an exciting story of sneaking around or finding something that everyone thinks is amazing. She always has ideas of what she would love to do but she always has a problem playing them out. Xaharia is always so scared that if she does something stupid she will get kicked out but she doesn’t want to spend her whole life not doing anything. She wants to be able to say, ‘if I died tomorrow I would be happy because I had a great life.’ She wants to do something great, so she knows she has to get good grades but sometimes the motivation can be hard. It’s not that easy for Xaharia to trust someone and she doesn’t give her trust out to a lot of people. If everything seems to be going wrong Xaharia always says to herself 'time will pass.' Those words alone always comfort her though at the moment they never solve the situation.
Sample RP: As the car slowly backed out of the gravel road Xaharia felt sick as she saw her home slowly disappear behind the tall aspen trees. Sitting forward she started to feel helpless as she imagined her parents randomly driving her to a location and admitting to her it had all been a joke. Not sure how to react Xaharia started to rub the chain necklace wrapped around her wrist for comfort. Her parents were quiet in the front seat making her more nervous as she tried to picture what they were thinking.
'Have I disappointed them,' Xaharia thought with a deep sickness. Even Jasmine seemed to be ashamed, or maybe she just thought the fact that there was magic in the world was ridiculous. That fact had bothered Xaharia for a while as she tried to piece together everything she had learned over the past few days.
"Time will pass," Xaharia whispered from her lips knowing that soon she would be looking back this time and think of herself as a fool or as a simply nervous teen. Every possible question had started to form into her mind to the point where she felt overwhelmed. Slowly rubbing her temples Xaharia wondered if the ride as almost over, she just wanted to arrive. All this waiting had almost made her sick as she imagined how the school could be. Lying down in the seat Xaharia closed her eyes and started to remember when she had just learned of the school. It all seemed so long ago now, the few weeks had passed quickly with confusion and excitement as the family talked of what was to come. Opening her eyes as the car brakes shrieked Xaharia gulped and felt her stomach starting to turn. Stepping out of the car Xaharia felt guilt as she saw her mom look at her with immediate concern. She was going to be going into a different world, one where everything she had been originally taught could be disproven. With a new sense of hope Xaharia let the lose end of her bracelet fall as she looked into her mom and dad’s eyes.
"I am going to miss you both," adding a small smile to the statement Xaharia felt all the tension release as her father gave her a nod of approval with a faint smile. It was the most he had given her since he found out about the school and to Xaharia it was the perfect way to begin her new adventure where she could start fresh. Grabbing her bags Xaharia smiled and looked forward ignoring the loops her stomach was making, this was no time to show she was scared.

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[lillyana kristine black]

First Name: Lillyana
Middle Name: Kristine
Last Name: Black
Age: Sixteen. [Permanently. ^o^]
Appearance:

Lillyana is a girl of around a normal height, reaching up to 5’6” tall. She is fairly slender as well and has few muscles whatsoever, even though she has been on athletic teams that require weight lifting before throughout her extended lifetime. She has dark reddish-brown hair and eyes of an extremely bright and vibrant green color that contrast each other in an extreme sort of way. Her dark naturally has a slight curl to it, though she becomes very frustrated with this as well, always having a hard time styling her hair because of the curls. Her skin is very pale and whereas most people – especially teenagers of Lillyana’s age – will tan when out in the sun for a long interval of time, she does not tan and simply burns and goes back to being pale again. Lillyana has never had tanned or dark skin…always pale and milky, though she goes in the sunlight quite often. This annoys her greatly as it sometimes can, to her, seem to be a very unflattering feature when she does something such as blush. She has, however, learned to deal with the frustration and annoyance through years of adaptation.

She has a great dislike for a few of her appearance traits, however. One of these things is her height, as she does not reach the average height of people her age and she often has a difficult time reaching things on high shelves and what not. She also finds it hard to walk around without tripping, due to the height of her figure; though this may also b partially be due to her clumsiness. Another one of her dislikes concerning her physical features are her dimples that appear each and every time she smiles. She finds these to be very awkward and unattractive, though that is not true in any way in most people’s opinion. She also, as has been stated, finds her unnaturally pale skin to be an odd quality of herself. She also is rather annoyed by her figure, as it is in no way muscular seeming at all and simply looks lanky, though she is able to lift quite a bit. It annoys her greatly that her figure is so slender and small and shows nothing for how hard she worked to build up muscles in her legs and arms.

Lillyana’s style choices are varied between all sorts of eras and areas. She greatly enjoys incorporating a wide variety of colors into her wardrobe and wearing clothes in ways that are new and unique to society and have not been seen before. She wears dresses over jeans or leggings and torn-to-bits jeans with fishnets underneath and tons of other crazy styles that she thinks of out of the blue. She loves elaborate jewelry and gowns that seem to be from the times around the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, though this often confuses her due to the time that she has grown up in. Lillyana has always made a habit of standing out in a crowd and making a scene even when she doesn’t exactly mean to. There is something about her – an aura, if you will – that makes people want to look in her direction, even if they do not know or understand why or do not even look directly at her. Lillyana very much enjoys making sure that she is abnormal and extraordinary and looks nothing like those around her.

History:
Lillyana’s memories of her past are not memories that go into much detail. In fact, she hardly remembers anything from her past at all, if she is entirely honest. All that she truly remembers is her time in the orphanage and then flashes of what seem to be memories from a long time ago with long gowns, corsets, tiaras, and the like. She is often confused about her past and has asked many questions of people in the orphanage who there was a possibility of knowledge of her past within. All that she ever truly seemed to know about her true self before coming to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic was that she quite often could hear flashes of thoughts belonging to those around her [though no where near clear], see small, painful flashes of what seemed to be the future, and hold a deep desire and lust for blood. She had, since waking up in the orphanage and learning that she had shown up there ill and dying of blood deprivation, sought to learn more about who she could possibly be and even looked up the symptoms that she seemed to be feeling in books and such, though she found it highly unlikely that she could be a vampire or anything of the kind.

During her time at the orphanage, it always confused her that all of the other people that were there grew and changed quite often; while she stayed almost exactly the same throughout the few years that she was there. As she began to realize that powers seemed to be something that was a part of her; something that came and went as it wished to throughout her time in the orphanage and these symptoms, too, confused her greatly. And the confusion continued to be a part of her until the day when the owner of the orphanage, Marie Delaney, called her into her office and explained something to Lillyana that would change her life forever. After having the fact that she was both a witch and vampire explained to her by Madame Delaney, who had turned out to be a witch herself who had attended a magic school when she was younger, things seemed to click in Lillyana’s mind. Madame Delaney had explained to her that she had noticed the few signs of magic that Lillyana had shown on a few occasions in the orphanage and that she and her husband, both of magical blood [her a half-blood and him a muggle-born], and Lillyana began to feel a sort of understanding of the symptoms that she seemed to be showing and the reason why she always had to eat at different times than everyone else in the orphanage and was often awake for very long periods of time while others around her slept. It seemed, too, that even more of the confusion the she had felt for so long concerning her past had started to make more sense now that she realized what had been wrong with her to have her end up here at the orphanage. But many questions of her identity still filled her mind to the brim. Who were her parents – and who had turned her into a vampire…what had happened in her past to make her the way that she was?

She had tried her very hardest to learn more about her past for months and months and had only found out at that point that her family, in the 1700s, had been made up of herself, her mother, her father, her two younger sisters, and her older brother. Her mother and father were of mildly noble blood and were the sorts of people to think of themselves as being above everyone else and to expect so much of their children that they weren’t afraid to give beatings…frequently. Her youngest sister, Charlotte, had even nearly been killed at one point by the beatings while her sister Amelia actually had been at the age of eight. And their older brother Matthew had always been the one to take the most of the hits, as he had always been the protective type, especially after Amelia’s death. It had also been documented that the family had shown odd tendencies when it came to having the miraculous happen around them, though it had at that point in time been categorized as coincidence, but it seemed that none of them had truly known anything about magic to Lillyana as she read of their behaviors and habits in life. But that was all that she had ever been able to find out about her life before the orphanage other than that she and her brother were the best of friends growing up.

History in brief that she wasn’t able to find while searching;;
While she had been alive, Lillyana had actually had a lover named Christopher who she had been forbidden to associate with because of his birth, being a commoner. But she honestly had never cared about what her parents had had to say on the subject of what she did with her life and had continued to see him in secret. Christopher, however, was killed in war when he was eighteen years old and Lillyana was sixteen, leaving her all alone and vulnerable in a world where there really was never hope for love when one was alone in such a way. Within the week, she had been set to marry a count, an older man by at least ten years, who had been known to fairly abusive of his wives in many ways. In no way wishing to be forced to marry such a person or to have to stay with her parents for any longer, she took her younger sister and Matthew and the three of them ran away one night when their parents had gone to the opera house.

While they were running, they had met a group of handsome strangers who offered them a place to hide until they were able to get away and they, being young and naive as they were, agreed and were led down a small ally way. The next morning, Lillyana had awoken in the same ally way, her neck aching and her memories a mild blur, though she still knew who she was and of her family. Her brother and sister had disappeared, possibly dead or taken away, and she was left to fend for her self for years, surviving off of the blood of those around her and animals when the guilt overtook her. Around one hundred years after she had been turned, she had migrated from England to France, where she was discovered by another coven of vampires and welcomed into their circle; a kindness that she excepted very quickly, as she had been desperate for years to have someone like her for company; someone that she wouldn’t necessarily ever have to leave.

But she soon found that this new coven of vampires was one that used violence to get everything that they wanted and never seemed to feel remorse for their actions, making her have second thoughts about joining them. But it also seemed that these vampires weren’t the sorts to allow a member to abandon them…and they had tried to kill her, putting her through as much torture and pain as was possible before leaving her to die from loss of blood on a street. She had crawled to the steps of a nearby orphanage and been found within three hours’ time, just barely alive and clinging to the last fragile threads of the life that she had. The owner of the orphanage and her husband had saved her; brought her into their home and helped her heal to the point that she was all right, though she never remembered anything of her past when asked about it and she had to be kept away from the other students during meal times and the like to avoid temptation for Lillyana and injury or death for the others living in the orphanage.

And then the powers began to develop; the powers that they knew she would not have had on a normal circumstance, meaning that she must have had some small amount of witch blood in her from her original birth. She had seemed to begin to form an array of powers categorized as witch-like [when first receiving ones powers] and powers of an odd sort. It seemed that she had developed some sort of vampyric trait that gave her powers as well and soon they found that they needed to tell her about her lineage and what exactly she was now that they knew for sure about the full extent of her blood, which led to all that has happened ever since and her leaving to attend Beauxbatons.


Personality:
Lillyana is an incredibly intelligent person when it comes to academic sorts of trials, though this has turned out to be due to the fact that she has lived through many eras and learned more and more about the world and its history throughout her time of living [though how she retained this information and nothing else is unknown]. Before, however, and even in recent times in some ways, she has been categorized as very naive and foolish in some fashions, as she is very hasty and rushes things that should not be rushed at time. She also does not fully understand life, as even though she has lived through many eras, she has also lost her memories of living before the orphanage. She has been raised as a hard working and very determined young woman, as she has had very high expectations of her self due to her dreams to not have any part in the orphanage where she lived after she was found on its steps and she wanted nothing more than to escape as she stayed there. It was common knowledge to the staff that she was there in the orphanage because she was different from others, though only the main owner truly knew of Lillyana’s lineage and of how truly unique the girl was. She has never gotten below a C in anything that she has done for academics, and has hardly ever even reached that low, only hitting a C when she truly feels no need to be learning the subject.

Lillyana is also a very kind young woman, always empathetic and understanding of the feelings and troubles of those around her. She has always been the sort of girl who strives to make others feel better when they are down and to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. She has, of course, made stereotypes and been judgmental throughout her extensive lifetime, though it is common knowledge that everyone in the world has done just that at one point in their lives. However, she still tries her best to be as kind and accepting of everyone that she meets as she can manage and she is always out to make friends, as she believes that one can never have too many and that friends are some of the best things that a person can have in their lives. She is always giving advice to help others and working hard to help them to either work out their problems or achieve their goals, as it always makes her happy to know that she has helped others.

Though Lillyana has always been categorized as a very kind and academically intelligent girl throughout her lifetime, she also has her forth-comings. She can have a very sharp tongue at times and can be easily annoyed and angered if a person is too rude or obnoxious around her. Lillyana is also the sort of person who ‘carries her heart around with her on her sleeve’ and – though she is not often affected by the words and opinions of others – has, in the past, been extremely hurt by some of the things that people have said or thought around her, due to her odd powers to read the minds of others to a small degree. Basically, it eats her up inside and makes her feel quite bad about herself, though she has been doing a bit better with not letting it get to her in recent times. She usually doesn’t care what others say or do and has never cared what practically anyone thinks of her…but she still wishes that some people would simply grow up and just try to get along with others for once. She tries her best to not resort to violence and fighting in her lifetime thus far…but she has, in the past, been fairly violent and fought quite a bit with others who have angered her, especially those at the orphanage who had thought it fun to tease and torment others around them, Lillyana and her friends included.

Lillyana has also been known as a very curious individual throughout her lifetime and is often seen trying to learn more about a subject or person through books and other means for finding information. She has always been the sort to let not knowing things about anything get to her and eat her up inside until she gets to the bottom of the mystery of whatever it is that she is wishing to learn more about at the time. She has also been trying ever since she learned of her vampire and witch blood to learn more about her vampire powers so that she may be able to develop them more somehow and of her family lineage, however difficult it might be, to understand the possible origin of her witch blood to a fuller extent. She has not been able to enhance her visions any or dim the excruciating pain that is caused by them as of yet – though she has been able to develop her mind-reading a little and is more capable when it comes to hearing the thoughts of others now, though she does not purposefully use this power on most occasions that she hears the thoughts of others. She is also an extremely graceful person and has never been one to trip over anything or bump into walls when walking around – though this is oddly unsettling to her, where it might be a blessing to some others.

likes;;

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Sample RP:
She stared out of the window of the dorm room in which she stayed in the orphanage and a gentle sigh escaped her lips, parted by a fraction as the breath escaped and fogged the window ever so slightly. Of course, she no longer needed to breathe at all, being a vampire; but some vampires, Lillyana included, clung desperately to their own human traits from when they had been alive. The door of the dormitory opened slowly and she saw the gently stream of light from the hall way outside of the door filter in and form against the wall that she had been staring at for a few moments since she had turned from the window. Silence filled the room for a few more short, meaningless moments of time, before a gentle voice sounded from a few feet behind her; Heather. “Lilly, Mistress Delaney wants to see you downstairs before you…before you leave…” the younger girl said slowly and Lillyana blinked a few times, sighing softly again as she heard the sadness in the younger girl’s tone and heard her thoughts, so melancholic and depressed.

Heather’s parents had abandoned her here at the orphanage three months ago and she had felt for a long while as if everyone she loved had left her behind, until she and Lillyana had met and she had befriended the other girl who she looked up to so. She now felt as though Lillyana, too, was leaving her behind, as she was to be leaving within the hour to make her way to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic for more schooling on her powers. But, of course, the others in the orphanage other than Madame Delaney had no idea where Lillyana was going or what she would be doing with her time once she was gone. Lillyana got slowly to her feet from the seat settled beneath the window of her dorm and turned to face the younger girl, waiting in silence for a few short moments before crossing to where she stood and wrapping her up into a tight embrace, she herself feeling mildly upset to be leaving her one and only true friend behind like this.

As she pulled away, she saw tears streaming down the young blonde’s face and her blue eyes were lit up by a glossy texture. “Heather…” Lillyana sighed softly and averted her gaze slightly away from the girl, trying to keep the other girl’s thoughts away from her self. ”Lilly, why do you have to go?” Heather asked softly and Lillyana lifted her gaze again to see her, blinking a few times. “I wish I could explain it to you, Heather, I really do. But all I can say is that I have to leave right now…I promise I’ll be back to visit when I can, though,” she said softly, though she instantly regretted making a promise to return to this awful place, even if it was for Heather. Heather nodded a little and sat down on her bed, wiping her tears on her sleeve and Lillyana felt the other girl’s eyes following her as she left the dorm. As she closed the door behind herself, she stood in place for a few moments, taking deep breaths as a few tears trickled down her cheeks.

She slowly lifted a hand to wipe her eyes with the end of her sleeve and took a final deep, calming breath before starting off down the hall again and making her way down to the bottom floor of the orphanage. Staring from the bottom of the stairs at the bottom ahead of her and reading over the words ‘Madame Marie Delaney’ written on the bronze plaque hanging there, she wondered for a few moments why so many of the orphanage’s inhabitants called her by the title Mistress rather than Madame, as she herself did. After a few moments’ hesitation, she made her way over to the door and knocked gently three times, opening it up a crack and stepping inside when she was beckoned. “You wished to see me, Madame Delaney?” she asked as she stepped up to the desk, the older woman’s eyes trained on her as they always were when Lillyana was around; it was always almost as if Marie Delaney feared Lillyana for what she was at times…

”Ah, Miss Black, yes, I did wish to see you. I wonder, do you know if you will be returning here to see us at any time? And when are you planning to leave?” There it was again…that fear, that paranoia that Marie Delaney always carried when it came to Lillyana’s presence. Honestly, it wasn’t as if Lillyana was going to attack her right then and there, even if she did want to. “I’ll be leaving within the next hour or so, Ma’am; as soon as my ride gets here. And I promised Heather that I would try to visit if I could, though it may not be for a long while if I do…” she said slowly and Madame Delaney nodded a little, her face still settled in its permanent grimace of annoyance, a grimace that had been contributed to the creation of by many of the children in the orphanage before – especially since Madame Delaney’s husband, Viktor, had died.

”All right, Lillyana; I suppose that I’ll be seeing you sometime in the future, then…” the older woman said slowly and it was then Lillyana’s turn to nod her head slowly in reply, offering a very small, hardly meaningful smile to the older woman. She, of course, was extremely grateful to the older woman for saving her life and taking her in the way that she had…but she also felt as though there was some sort of force keeping either of the two women from trusting one another completely, no matter how thankful she was. Madame Delaney rose slowly from her chair and opened her eyes slightly, engulfing Lillyana in a quick, gentle hug before showing her out into the lobby and waiting in silence with her until her ride arrived. Why had the woman hugged her? Why had she shown that sort of compassion when all she had shown toward Lillyana for months was fear and paranoia?

Lillyana’s thoughts, however, were interrupted as a crowd of others who lived in the orphanage as well came into the lobby and surrounded her, each hugging her tightly or shaking her hand or even wishing her a simple fair well and saying good luck. But once they were all gone from the room, heading up to bed for curfew, Heather still stood in the room before Lillyana, tears in the younger girl’s eyes once more. She, this time, was the one to pull Lillyana into a tight, almost sisterly hug and the other girl burst into tears and buried her head in Lillyana’s shoulder as she cried. All the while, Lillyana held her tightly, humming softly the song that she had made for her months before this time and swaying lightly back and forth. But as her ride came to a halt before the orphanage, the time to leave had come at last, and she and Heather pulled apart and looked at each other for a few short moments. “Take care of yourself, Heather…and be good,” she said softly and kissed the other girl’s blonde hair lightly before leaving the orphanage at last and making her way by bus to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic with no idea of when she may return to the orphanage.

This is long and very well written, so I'm sorry to tear it up, but here it goes. First, if she cant remember her past (and found out part of what happened to her by searching rather than remembering), how can she be wise and intelligent the way you make her out to be? You have to remember the things you have been through in order to actually have wisdom. She can see the future? How (like, is this genetic, part of being a vampire?). She was at the orphanage a few years...but was confused about being a vampire? She didn't go hungry, didn't starve? And then suddenly, BOOM, a muggle orphanage owner suddenly realizes the girl is a vampire AND a witch? Eh? How could muggles save a vampire, who I dont think can eat food and most likely will need blood to heal themselves? And then lastly, how could she possibly be a witch? If it were true that a vampire could drink the blood of a witch (enough blood), then the harry potter world would have enough vampires running around with wands. Also, since many witches and wizards learn about vampires and how to defend themselves while at school, its unlikely (not impossible, but unlikely) that a girl who doesn't seem to know much about being a vampire could suddenly take on someone with a wand. If it were a muggle then yeah, I could see it, but not a witch with a wand. Sorry, but a lot of this just doesn't connect and make sense for me.

All right…I edited the history and a bit of the personality to try and make things connect a bit better and I’ve now read over it twice to check for any more errors. So I hope that it works a bit better now. ^-^ And I also remember reading in the…7th book, I think that Lily and Tom Riddle [which means that I believe most people should] were able to do magic before they actually went to wizarding schools or got wands to a small extent and Harry was able to as well…so that was what I was trying to say in some parts. So I hope that it is a bit better to understand now. Let me know if I need to edit anything else. ^-^

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[lycara]

First Name:
Lycara
Middle Name:
Selene
Last Name:
Von Der Woodsen
Age:
15
Appearance:
Her hair is one of her best features, not that she is an ugly girl, really. Long, mid back length, it tends to be bone curl. It's fiery red in color. She inherited that fact from her beautiful mother. It's silky softness often make people want to reach out and stroke it, though, if she lets you get close enough to touch it, you ought to be doing something more then just stroking her hair. She sometimes fasten it back in a loose up-do, or lets it hang around her face, if she feels like hiding that day.

Either way, her hair is a big part of who she is. Her skin is pale, not because of lack of being exposed to sunlight, but because tanning is not something that happens easily to her. It is flawless and perfect, with only on scar on the nape of her neck, just above the shirt line on the right side of her neck. She doesn't remember where she could've gotten it. Her eyes are bright and round, and are certainly one of the ways to tell her mood. They darken and lighten, widen and narrow all ways to indicate what she's feeling or thinking at times. She stands at a very short height for her fifteen years, only 5’3 ½“ feet tall. She is skinny as well, overall having a very small impression.
Picture:

History:
Lycara Selene Von Der Woodsen almost had a perfect childhood, the only thing that was missing was the father figure. Though Lycara may seem like an ordinary girl, she is far from it. She could do miraculous things, which probably would bring fear to a Muggle’s mind and it did. Since, Pierre De Fonce was a muggle and did not know a thing about the Magical World. At least, not until his wife told him about it. Not only did it scare him, it made him have nightmares. Much to his dismay he ran far away as he could and it broke Isabella Von Der Woodsen’s heart. Not only did she turn to multiple suicide attempts, she attempted to find Pierre. And she did succeed, but only to find out that he had forgotten about her till she showed up. Finally accepting that they could not be, Isabella brought Lycara into the world a better woman.

Even without the father figure in her life, Lycara watched men enter and leave her mother’s life multiple times. But one of the things that seemed to keep the men away or making them leave was the fact that her mother wasn’t an ordinary Witch. But a mixture or rather a Half-Blood. She was referred to as a Half-Blood, because she had another blood within her that brought fear to even Witches and Wizards as it brought fear to Muggles. She was a…Werewolf. Not only did it repel men but it repelled people in general. Yet, it brought Cara and Isabella closer as both were Lycanthropes and they both roamed the forest together under the Full Moon. Until, Cara received a letter on her 10th birthday. She was accepted at one of the best Magical Schools ever known, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Her secret was well, kept a secret till someone, to this day she isn’t sure who it is but has ideas, told his/her friends and they told others and in the end told the whole school. Because the students knew, they told their parents. The parents feared for their kids and wanted Lycara to leave the school, even though she had yet to be a problem under the full moon. After going home and crying for days, she got a letter to Durmstrang. Though a different school Lycara wanted to learn more potions, charms, etc so she immediately got her things together and went off to Durmstrang. Of course there were rumors about her but she never confirmed or rejected the idea of her being a Werewolf. She stayed there 2 years, till someone, who she knows and hates to this day, blabbed off to her friends. And it was Hogwarts all over again for Lycara.

After staying at her house for hours and days, 1 year to be exact, her Mom finally persuaded her to go to a another school that was said to be perfect for her. Finally accepting the fact that she did miss school, she said she’d go. So, now that she has gotten her things together Lycara Selene Von Der Woodsen is off to go to Beauxbaton. But she still is scared out of her mind that it’ll be Hogwarts and Durmstrang all over again.
Personality:
Cara is very intelligent, that is what she is first and foremost. She is studious and rather quiet, a bookworm to say the least. She will make friends, sometimes, if they get past her timid shyness and see the girl she hides beneath the hard outer shell. She can be the sweet teacher's pet, but can also be mean and cruel, to her enemies only. Though, she has few enemies. She tries to get along with basically anyone and everyone, regardless of who they are and what they have been through in their past. She is the type of person that can keep a level head in any situation, and can solve any problem logically. She is focused, precise, and a perfectionist. She rarely has fun but that's what her friend's are for, to drag her out every once in a while.

A mystery herself, Cara seems to enjoy her power very much. She seems to dance upon the line of mysterious and dishonest, never choosing a side but always willing to work for either side. She is a hardened outer shell, striking people almost like lightning.

She has so much energy, so much power, yet she keeps it hidden. Her moods can change as fast as lightning she can be happy one moment, depressed the next, jumping up and down for joy after that even. She seems to be very introverted, very into being by herself and not letting others in. She may strike you as over confident and very sure of herself, but really, that is merely a cover for her insecurities. She always worries about what people think, wonder if they have her figured out yet are not. She's too secretive for her own good, she doesn't let people in, she never lets anyone in unless they have known her for a long, long time. Even then, they take a while to earn her trust.
Sample RP:
Exhaling sharply and quietly, Cara slowly walked up to the stool which held the sorting cloak. Biting her lower lip, Cara continued to remind herself, It is alright… Calm down, Cara. You have your Mother’s blood and she would be proud even if you didn’t get into the same house as her… So, calm down…chill. Inhale, exhale, it is simple as that… Biting her lower lip some more, she began to slow down as she got closer. Not only was she a nerve wreck, but she was just scared of how she’d be treated. Since her sister no longer was beside her and she had to do things for herself, fear flowed through her blood. Grinding her teeth some more, she was very tempted to shout out that she was not suppose to be there and she just did not belong. Just as she did not belong at Hogwarts or Durmstrangs.

As she continued to walk slowly as she could she thought back to the days in her previous schools where she got jeered at. Wincing a teeny bit, she murmured, “Hopefully the rumors are true…” She thought as took her sweet time, Hopefully…just hopefully… Sighing some more, she noticed how close she was. Biting her lower lip some more, she looked directly ahead attempting to keep her eyes in front of her but her eyes instantly began to get shifty as she thought of the possibilities of the rumors being false. She thought as she nearly came to an abrupt halt, But…it has to be false… But…they may be true…the 50-50 possibility is killing me!!! It broke her down before and it was breaking her down right there.

Oh how odd it would seem if she just ran off right then, but if she didn’t she’d have nothing else left for her besides being home-schooled. Chewing her bottom lip, she saw the cloak getting closer and closer and as she saw it she thought, Oh god, oh god, oh my freakin’ god!!! Those were the only words that were being said and well…they were the only words that seemed to even come up in her brain! Her eyes went to the Professors and well, they were starting to seem impatient. Concealing the fact that she was practically screaming herself hoarse mentally, Lycara instantly began to slightly quicken her pace. She knew having a Professor pissed off at her would affect how the Professor graded her papers which could be a good thing or a bad thing.

As she neared the cloak, she sat down and she attempted to not seem nervous and fidgety, which was extremely hard for this Werewolf. Once the cloak was put on her, Cara immediately began to grind her teeth together and her fingers clung onto the stool. While awaiting the cloak’s decision, Cara hoped that this time it would be different. Or at least…if it wasn’t let it happen quicker and let her leave more swiftly leaving their lives all together.

I'll sort her, but please dont try and make her a better werewolf than someone else. Dont make her smarter than everyone in the class too. You gave her enough flaws to let it go, but please be careful of that. And one thing you'll learn about me is that I am watching. lol, ask anyone.

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[always4ever]

First Name:Claire
Last Name:Delevount
Age:16
Appearance:

History:Claire has a sister who she never new of until she tricked her mom into telling more about her. Her mom said that before she and her dad separated, they decided to keep on of the daughters and swore they will never meet. But her mother told her that her sister was going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magics so Claire decided to go in the search for her. Before she decided to leave her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend. She decided to never to fall in love or trust anyone in her live. Then she got a letter from the Beauxbatons Academy. Thats when she decided to start her life over and become a new person to escape the dreaded past of hers that she cannot forgot. Her mother insisted on making new friends by holding huge party and stuff at her house to make her more talkative. But Claire always got out of it by sneaking out to the garden and looking above the sky at the stars.

Personality:Everyone else thought that Claire is one of the those cool type. But really inside she is one of those people who loves cute stuff and act all cute. Some time she comes out of the cool character but only for a few minutes.She is sweet in all but does not wanna show that. She is a average student, popular with boys because of her cute looks and cool personality. She is one of those athletic type that she doesn't want to show. She sometimes can be a klutz but she trys not to show it was her mistake. When she eats candy she can become really hyper so she trys not to eat candy when she is around people.

Sample RP:
After a silent breakfast with her mom, Claire put her shoes on and made her way out the door. The wind was slightly blowing in her direction, blowing her curly long hair with it. Tightly gripping her bag, she walked to the school.

Everything seemed to be black in white, except for Claire. Only a few people talked to her, but they spoke to her like she was an idol instead of an actual person. After speaking to excited people, Claire made her way through the hall full of students and walked straight into the classroom. Then she took her seat, the one in the corner of her seat, and took out a novel and waited for other students.

Finally class started, it was arithmetic. Her teacher acted like Claire was the star pupil just because she was rich and all. At first she kinda liked the attention an all but it got boring and boring that the friends she was making was only being nice she was rich. One Day she asked her friends if they liked her for her or her money. Her friends finally gave up convincing her that it wasn't true. they said to her "We only really liked you because of your money. We always that that you were a snob an all because you where rich.

You need to elaborate more on your history. You need to add more to your personality and you need a longer and stronger RP.

I edited it a bit. So please Sort me soon ^^

This is barely enough. People here have pretty high standards of RPing. You will not find many people here that will RP with someone who doesn't put some effort in it. Just giving you a heads up. Also you need to work on your grammar.

Must be Rouerie

[tristaneverard]

First Name: Tristan
Last Name: Everard
Age: 18

Appearance: Here


History:
Tristan grew up in a prominent family--the types who would be invited to the biggest parties with red carpets and arrival announcements, or hosting their own bashes. His family had money...a lot of it...and it wasn't uncommon to see them flashing it whenever possible. Tristan, on the other hand, didn't like to shove it in someone's face that he was more than well-off...or at least, not all the time. Tristan was raised by his Mother and Father, like any other regular child, and spent a lot of time in the family boat house with his younger brother, William, to whom he was very close.

Tristan went to an all boy's boarding school when he turned 5, the finest in all of england. As he grew older, passing through grades and so forth, he became quite attached to one boy in particular, his best friend, Stanton. One summer, when Tristan had just turned 7, he had invited his best friend to visit for a few weeks. He came quite happily, and Tristan introduced him to his parents, who then offered the small boy a ride in the new limousine they had acquired during Tristan's 3rd year in boarding school. Tristan opted to stay behind, having been told his uncle would be visiting. An hour later, however, Tristan received a call from his uncle who had arrived at an accident in London. Tristan's uncle had found his parents, brother, and best friend dead.

From that point on, Tristan moved in with his Aunt and Uncle, and as things seemed to change for Tristan. Tristan's parents had never had the time to explain the odd things happening to Tristan during his youth, and was shocked when his Uncle told him he came from a line of wizards and would be attending Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Personality:
Tristan's never had a hard time fitting in...especially with women. He can be extremely egotistical, and isn't afraid to put someone in their place if they mess with him. He comes from a prestigious family and likes to flaunt the fact that he's more than well-off. He likes to think of himself as a bad ass...the type you see skipping classes to go have a cigarette around the corner or sneak into the teacher faculty room just to raid their fridge, open a beer in the back of a classroom or be overly flirtatious with the teacher to get a better grade. Not that he needs to do that. Besides the fact that he could simply slip the teacher a wad of cash, Tristan is actually quite clever, loves to read and write, and works rather hard in school, whether he needs to or not. Still, he has quite the mouth on him and tends to be quite indifferent whenever in trouble, and he doesn't take s**t from anybody. Tristan is extremely flirtatious and does whatever it takes to get exactly what he wants...and he does get it.

There is a sweeter side to Tristan than he lets on, however. He's the type of boy that, once he found someone he wanted to share his life with, he wouldn't let them go so easily. He's the type of boy who enjoys running out to the beach to watch the sunset, late night dinners by fire/candle light, sending roses and gifts galore to loved ones, dancing to slow music while whispering the sweetest words he could manage, or singing a song for his love. He's far more sensitive than he lets on, believing it would ruin his bad ass reputation of anyone knew that he had quite the soft side.

Sample RP:
The clock tower chimed midnight, and still Tristan refused to retire to his dorm, for there was a particularly cute 2nd level he had run into the day previous, and he had been itching to have a chat with her. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jean pockets and stuck one into his mouth, pausing in the middle of the corridor to light it, take a drag, and blow the smoke out his nose. He smirked and grasped it with two fingers, flicking an ash onto the floor before he continued forward, stuffing his pack and lighter back into his pocket. He straightened his button-down shirt and pulled at his tie, loosening it further until it hung loosely around his neck. He placed the cigarette between his pale lips and held it there, shoving one hand into his pocket and unbuttoning the top most few buttons of his shirt with his other. He ruffled his hair and smirked some more, his blue eyes shining in what light streamed through the windows.

It didn't take him long to reach the landing to the clock tower stairs, and then he sat on the bottom step, stretching his legs out in front of him and sucking on his cigarette. He could hear footfalls in the distance and he leaned against the stairwell wall, staring out into the darkness of the corridor toward the oncoming sound.

"Tristan? What are you doing up so late. Come on. Off to bed with you." came one of his teachers' voices. He smirked, recognizing the sweet, steady flow of her familiar tone. This was his English professor. With the grace of a flamingo, Tristan stood to his feet and leaned against the wall, grabbing the cigarette out of his mouth with his pointer and thumb fingers. "I am so sorry, Miss. You're absolutely right. How irresponsible of me." he told her, placing his free hand over his heart, feigning an apologetic tone. The woman glared at him and he smirked. "But...the dorm is such a long way, and the corridors are so dark. Would you mind keeping me company?" he asked, one corner of his lips twisting upward into the most mischievous smirk he could give. The woman clicked her tongue impatiently at him and sighed heavily. "Fine, Mr. Everard. Let's go. And...are you smoking?" she asked, and he watched as her green eyes opened wide.

Tristan brought the bud up to his lips and took another drag, the ember burning a bright red before a long ash fell to the stair he stood on. "Yup." he told her, giving her a wink. The woman blushed, he noticed, and held out her hand for it. "Why, Miss Lovett! I didn't know you smoked.."

"I don't. Give me the cigarettes. All of them. Any that you have. Now." she said quite sternly, and Tristan frowned at her.

"Now, Miss Lovett...it's only one little cigarette. And it's after hours. No one will know.." he purred lightly, stepping toward her. She froze and dropped her hand, obviously confused.

"School rules, Mr. Everard--" she began, but Tristan held up both hands as if in defeat, the burning cigarette placed gingerly between two fingers of his left hand.

"Forgive me, Miss Lovett. It won't happen again." he told her, giving another wink. "Promise. But..can't I finish this one? There is only a little left.." he held it up to show her, but instead of waiting for her answer, he brought it back up to his lips and closed his eyes, wrapping his lips around it gently.

"You're going to get me into serious trouble, Tristan." she told him, and he gave a short, amused chuckle.

"No worries, love. No one will know. Really...you're a beautiful woman..and extremely bright. And kind, might I add. I bet the principal has a thing for you. In fact," he said, taking another slow step toward her. He pinched the end of his finished cigarette with two fingers and stuffed the bud into his pocket, "I bet a lot of guys around here have a thing for you. I don't blame them. You are intoxicating. How old are you? 22? 23?"

"28." was all she could think to say, and Tristan smirked again.

"You don't look a day over 23. I bet you drive all these boys wild. As a matter of fact...I know I'm quite attracted to you." he said, flashing her a grin. The woman blushed again and swallowed. He watched her throat contract and expand again, satisfied.

"You flatter me, Tristan."

"Oh, I only give credit where it is do, Miss Lovett."

I see some Sournois, but I think you're most suited for Rouerie! So it must be Rouerie!

[koolgirls10]

First Name:Victoria

Last Name: Banson

Age: 11

Appearance:(look at sig and avatar) Anything she wants shes a metamorpmagus but usually has deep purple eyes red hair with black streaks or blond hair with one purple streak a thin body and a healthy cream skin but a frightening look at full moon. she looks like a usual werewolf but has her own mind but can not help but attack when has smelled blood.

History:Victoria was born to Alice and Ben in Paris, Victoria was a pure blood. She was however a metamorpmagus and a tiny bit werewolf from her fathers side and vela from her mothers side. She lives in a wizarding town, on top of a hill, were there was castle like mansion in which she lived in. Her mother and father were filthy rich. they had many house elves. Her own house elf helped her in homework and learning quidditch. Her mother was a famous aura while her father was famous for quidditch.She had 2 siblings her older brother and sister. both attended to hogwarts and were born in London the town her family lived in before she was born. Her sister Elizabeth had become a very good journalist while her brother Michel had become a dragon breeder. both had left hogwarts and lived in different parts of the world. Victoria's child-hood was like all the other young witches and wizards, she showed her powers at an early age and was than scratched by a werewolf at the age 7 but lucky enough for her the werewolf was not transformed and thats why she craved raw meat. her brothers and sisters were 18 years older than her.

Personality: Victoria does well in all things if she tries and is intelligent at quidditch and magic as she had a head start and got her wand for her 6th birthday. she loves quidditch. Victoria is slow at getting things like spell pronunciation but once she works it out shes great. You would not be-able to make her laugh as she is not the. she is quit shy and is sometimes talkative and friendly. Victoria is defiantly kind but when around others is shy and sometimes a bit mean. She loved being helpful and having attention. She had little friends because of her wolf problem. She loves animals especial wolfs. Victoria does not judge anyone by looks or problems but by there atachoid although she does judge a bit if there muggleborn or muggles.

Sample RP:
Victoria was sitting on her broom her friends and family all around her she was waving and holding up the quidditch world cup trophy. her dad was calling"Victoria wake up, Victoria now!".
She woke up imminently, rubbing her eyes. It had bean such i great dream she thought to herself.She screwed up her face and suddenly her messy black hair had turned a deep orange, she flicked her wand and she was fully dressed it was so nice to be able to do magic.
she stood up and ran down to breakfast. There at her chair were a great stack of presents, she sat down and ate pickles as quitely as she could before she stood up and went to go play some quidditch in the back yard. Before she could open the door there was an owl addressed to her flew in the window she fumbled with the letter than it opened. It was from her friend in America she had been excepted to Hogwarts she read it out loud so her family could hear:

Dear Victoria
I have been excepted at hogwarts.
have you been excepted to Bauxbatons?
From Sally
P.S Happy Birthday and hope to see you at Christmas break.

She suddenly turned round and realized the presents were for her, she hugged both of her parents and started the busy task of opening her presents.
An hour later she was at the quidditch pitch practicing on her brand new broom it felt so great so wonderful. Then she head her named being called and rushed back to the castle like mansion only to find her dad holding up a letter for her she gasped it was her Bauxbatons expedience letter.

Ten minutes later they were walking out the door with there overly enthusiastic daughter to the shops to buy her school gear.

I think you need to elaborate more on your history and personality. Thanks.
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Please work on spelling and punctuation. Give a little effort to these things and RPing and you will do fine here.

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[blissabella]

First Name: Cinderella
Last Name: Chevlede-Vellto
Age: 15
Appearance:
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History: Cinderella was born in Paris in to a rich family, her mother died just before after giving birth to her. She was adopted by her mothers cousin, Cinderella got given all of her mothers money, and everything else her mother owned, she was also the heir to her family's fortune as her grandparents had mysteriously disappeared, and her mothers siblings had all been killed.

When Cinderella was five her real father who had split up with her mother came to her adopted parents and wanted her back, her adopted parent refused, and were killed by her father, who was a dark wizard. He wasn't charged for the murder, even though Cinderella had watched him kill her adopted parents.

Cinderella lived with her father and his wife, who was also a into dark magic, and there three children who were older then Cinderella by a couple of years, she got on well with only one of the three children, the oldest. The other she didn't like so much. Her step mother was very fond of her, but sometimes treated her badly when her other children got jealous with Cinderella.

Cinderella's parent didn't really want her to go to Beauxbatons, even though her other siblings did, they wanted her to go to Durmstrang or Hogwarts, but Cinderella wouldn't listen and ended up going to Beauxbatons.

Personality:
Cinderella is a very snobbish person to most people, she does try to be kind, but find it difficult, she seems to have a split personality, she can be kind to some people and mean to others. She is a Dare devil she will do anything if its dangerous or will most likely get her into trouble, but rarely get caught out.

Sample RP: Walking down a long dark corridor, with only a small light to guide the way, the clicking of her heels echoed through out the halls, owls hooting out side of the stone walls. Stopping she looked around, there was none , just her, sighing she went on.

Looking over her shoulder every so often, just making sure none was there, not wanting to get caught, we she never really did, Cinderella pulled down her midnight blue hood off her head, the shadow of the cloak gave her a menacing effect in the small amount of light. She smirked to herself, thinking how long it would take her to get back to the common room.
She looked put of the large windows, the stars were the clearest thing that she could see, she remembered as a child she would wish on them, she would wish she could see her mother again, or maybe if that would work, her two older brothers would fall off the roof and break there necks, she laughed lightly remembering what she would wish for. She turned away from the window and walked on, just taking a glimpse of the stars again until she was engulfed by darkness again.

I won't even read applications unless the display name matches the name in the application, so make sure you fix that. Thanks.

Wow to the amount of run on sentences. Please watch for this and spelling and punctuation and grammar. Its pretty bad in this application. There's even a comma in the middle of a word. Please fix these things and then I will sort you.

[lildrumboy89]

First Name:

Evan

Last Name:

McDonald

Age:

18

Appearance:


History:

In his early childhood, Evan was one of those typical wizard babies. Getting into things they weren't supposed to, his parents were having trouble stopping him from doing magic, and he was just all around happy. He grew up with friend that were wizards, and he wasn't ever really in the dark about anything.

Once he got into his teen years, he started using his intelligence for things other than school. He would be able to get out of the worst situations and even think up creative ways to try new things. It was one awful night when he was about 14 that changed his life. He was out, doing what he shouldn't be and was hanging out in some woods near his neighborhood. He decided it would be a good chance to scare his friends a bit, so he wandered off on his own so they would freak out. Little did he know that was walking towards a vampire coven that lived in these parts.

They lured him deeper away from his friends and attacked him. Their plan was to turn him and train him to be a strong ally against other covens who were a threat. He worked hard and listened to their lies for 3 years before he finally broke away to live a better life. He's now 18 years old and has lived a good life for the past year. Every once in a while he is tempted back to his old ways, but then he thinks about the friends he's made and how it would affect his going to school and it changes him back to his new life.

Personality:

Evan is one of those typical nice guys. He can get quite a temper though if tempted. He likes to be around friends and is a very determined person. He is friendly, has a sense of humor, and some would say he has just something about him that just attracts them to him. He likes to think of himself as intelligent but it can get him into trouble a lot. He thinks way too much and worries about people a lot and that makes him pretty vulnerable. Creativity is also a major component to him.

Sample RP:

Evan was getting so tired of being cooped up in his house. Being on the run and having the Fidelus Charm on your house didn't help one keep sane in these situations. It was driving him insane. He didn't know what was going on in the world, and he was worried about Tara. He didn't know if she was hurt, scared, or even.....he couldn't even think that last word. He wouldn't let that thought cross his mind. Then he made his decision. He was going out to find her and that was final.

He took his ring from around his neck and put it on. His worked differently than Tara's, if he put it on he could find her, while her's just called him to her. He loved that little invention of his. When he finally knew where she was, he thought real clearly and apparated to her location. Upon arriving, the scene around him was crazy. Why hadn't he been told what was going on out here? Where was the rest of the Order? Where was Maps for crying out loud?

His eyes then fell upon Tara and he immediately ran to her. Nothing else mattered to him, she was hurt and he was going to fix it. He took out his wand and said a few spells to close up her cuts. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked her. He was so glad to see her alive and well. Though how much longer they would be okay, he wasn't sure. He noticed that there were a few Death Eaters about and he wasn't sure who was on what side anymore.

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Students may not be older than 17 here. But since he was 15 when he was bitten then technically this wouldn't count toward you. Because you look 15, but you're 18 if you count your vampire years. Just explaining why I allowed this lol.

Not much to go on by your personality, but I'm gonna say... Rouerie.

[ashli]

First Name:

Ashli Anne.

Last Name:

Andre.

Age:

17.

Appearance:



History:

Born to two loving parents in early summer, Ashli was taught morals and manners at a very young age. Only upon turning seven and seeing some of the things her cousins did and said, did she finally realizing how controlling both her parents were. She saw no way to escape them, constantly trying to hide under her bed in her room to avoid getting lessons to become a 'proper young lady'. Her parents soon grew tired of her games, and would do brutal things to lure her out from hiding. After her father purposefully let the old house cat eat her pet hamster, did Ash start to loathe and disrespect her parents.

Her mother, appalled by the actions of her daughter, settled for long talks almost every night. Lying about the bruises to her father, Ashli started planning revenge inside the darkest corner of her mind. Both her parents seemed to suspect nothing, neither one aware to the dark thoughts fogging the logical part of their daughter's brain. Once she had finally thought of a good plan and was about to execute it, Ash received her letter to Hogwarts. Going to the school for the first three years of her education, she found she couldn't stand the breaks in her schooling. The only things keeping her sane and happy were her friends, which she was almost forced to leave when her father got transferred from Ministry headquarters. Refusing to move to South America with the rest of her family, Ashli ran away from home.

She dyed her brown hair blond, and used tinted contacts to rid herself of her glasses and her green eyes. Changing her first and last names, she enrolled in Beauxbatons Academy as 'Ashli Anne Andre' to throw her parents off her trail. Enjoying her schooling as far as academics and freedom went, Ash started to long for a familiar face of some sort from Hogwarts. With no such luck so far, she continued to search in hopes that she would someday run into someone who would remember her.

Personality:

Ashli doesn't like depending on other people for the things she needs, in fear that they aren't as they seem. She refuses to trust people immediately, thinking that everyone else will tell her or show her things about the person to change her outlook on the person. Her philosophy is that 'everyone lies sometime, so a strong trust must last forever'. Once becoming trustworthy of a person, she'll warm up to them and accept that they may be different than her past experiences. Sometimes she becomes clingy or too attached to her friends, using them to replace the crazed family she left behind. This often causes people to push her away more, making Ashli feel very lonely.

Sample RP:

Her breathing shallow from running the length of the school, Ashli finally stopped in one of the cool dungeons. She had been in the clearing in the woods, the one that had almost been the point she had run from almost two weeks previously. It was a feeling that she had to return and ask herself if it was worth staying in a school where her parents knew she could be found, and they obviously wanted her dead dead. She had made up her mind to leave the school and the clearing for good, wrapping her black sweater around herself tighter. Despite the in-climate weather, she had been wearing a red tank top with black capris. As she turned around, her converses stopped short at the sight of the chimera that snarled at her. Trying to run away from the creature, it had snagged her with one of it's giant claws in an attempt to dice her up. Her shoulder had torn open, as she wiggled out of her sweater and ran for her life in terror. The one day she had forgotten her wand, and she most needed it. Hearing the chimera growl, she had run faster.

Now she tried to catch her breath, slumping against the wall with blood trickling out of the stinging wound on her shoulder. Her cheeks were a rosy pink from the cold she had run through, and her bright violet eyes were wide in fear. She knew the chimera was back in the clearing, most likely gnawing on her discarded sweater, but she was still terrified. Curse adrenaline, she thought, siting with her back to the wall. Ash felt something covered in fur slink over her right hand, causing her to panic. She almost seized the creature and threw it against the other wall, before seeing her beloved pet tabby cat rubbing it's head against her stomach. Tammy jumped over her right arm, miraculously missing her open bleeding cuts completely, and landed herself on Ashli's other shoulder in gentle comfort. Stroking her pet's head, Ash looked around the Dungeon, before her eyes widened to see where she was. It was the place her parents had come to retrieve her from every time they came for her, it was the place of constant return.

Must be Cossu

[jessicalebloome]

First Name:
Jessica (Jess)

Last Name:
LeBloome

Age:
15

Appearance:
Jess is quite a short girl, coming to only 5'5 she has always been the shorter ones of her friends. She makes up for her height in her looks and personality, although she has always been short in her group many say she's very pretty, which she doesn't deny her mother was part Veela which she passed down to Jessica. She loves being beautiful and plays on it often. With shoulder length brown hair and large dark brown eyes to match she's truly a dark horse.
Her jaw line and cheek bones being very prominent give her a little bit of a squared face but she makes up for her boxed appearance with her beautiful plump lips which are often placed in a pout for photographs.
Unfortunately Jess has a very slim thin figure that many are always pointing out about her. She gets very embarrassed about it and doesn't like being slim so constantly binge eats but rarely gets anywhere with it.

Looks Like: Keira Knightley


History:
Jessica LeBloome was born into a strict pure blood Veela-wizarding family. Many assume that Veelas aren't as bad as Pure bloods, but they are just as snobbish and picky. She hated her childhood, always having to look down on others who weren't as 'pure' as her and her family. She remembers one evening when a package came for her mother and Jessica opened the door to the boy who was delivering it, Jessica and him got talking until her mother came in and saw instantly that he was a muggleborn wizard she pulled Jess away and then slammed the door in the boys face refusing to take the package and calling the company up to demand that they either send it with a very strong owl or with a pure blood delivery boy. They did as she wished as Jessica's father is a very well known man, but not well known for the best of things. He is no strong auror, nor is he any kind of gentle man, but instead he is a Ministry worker. Jessica has never been told what part of the Ministry he works in all she knows it that it involves him being away from home a lot and being very feared.

Of course with this fear installed in her second name Jess has always found it difficult to find friends as many assume she is the same kind of person her father is, but they're very wrong. She doesn't like to show off about her pure bloodline, and she hates the fact that she has such a name of it. The only similarity between her and her father are their vanity, as Jessica is very vain, but only from being told she's beautiful for most of her childhood. She sometimes doesn't like to be vain but it's part of her personality and she cannot and will not change who she is.

Personality:
Jessica is quite an original girl. She loves things vintage and old-looking, she has her own sense of style and gets a little pissed off when others wear something that she recommended and when people ask her were she brought her clothes from she almost always says that it was a birthday or Christmas present. Jessica has always been very vain and uses her beauty for things, however being the fun flirty type she is her flirting with someone isn't always a sign that she wants something from them its probably just her being herself.

Jess is very fun loving and upbeat kind of girl, she loves to have a party or two but will always try and get time in for studying even though she rarely does study as she often gets bored or distracted by friends or Quidditch. She loves to watch and play Quidditch but is to embarrassed to try out of the team and insists that they'll never accept her.

Although Jessica is nearly always kind she can be very nasty to people she doesn't like, she tries her hardest not to judge on appearance or bloodline but often finds herself doing so a trait she picked up for her home life. Even though Jess is beautiful many people tend to get a little annoyed by her constant mirror checks and make-up changes and by her tenancy to sometimes talk a little too much about herself when she is on the subject. She can sometimes play up to the fear her fathers name brings but often tries not to.

Sample RP:

The loud bang of the Dining Chamber doors slamming shut could make any normal muggle jump but to the witches and wizards that stood outside the hall talking it was just like an everyday noise. Who had made the large doors slam this time? Jessica LeBloome had, as she stormed straight out of them and out of the front doors the sun warming her angry body as she crossed her arms over her chest and glared to any person who dared to look at her for longer then a second.

She gave a loud angry huff and she dropped herself to the floor in front of the Beauxbatons lake picking up stones that lay on the ground next to her and throwing them in. She was waiting for her friends to come out and comfort her, her boyfriend had just recently broke it off with her and now he was in the Dining chamber kissing some hussy! She was so upset she'd left as soon as she had got in there. She sat at the side of the lake contemplating what would happen if she hit some unknown lake creature with a stone and it came up and attacked her, if she caught it would that unknown and unnamed creature become a JessicaLeBloome Sea creature? Just another thing to add to the seemingly ever growing list of things that the LeBloome's are responsible for.

Jessica looked back at the large Beauxbatons castle doors waiting for her friends to appear, her thoughts going back to the unnamed creature. If anything like that did ever happen, Jessica would insist that the school take the credit of the creature so they could name it, she wouldn't want to give her father another thing to scare people with, he'd probably end up telling people that he had a million of them at home and they were some kind of killing machines. Jessica looked back at the lake as her thoughts dwelt in her mind... 'The Beauxbatons Sea Creature' sounded a lot better then the 'LeBloome Sea Creature' anyway.

Must be Sournois