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Post by melly on Apr 12, 2008 21:12:12 GMT -5
First Name: Amélie
Last Name: Marcéline
Age: 15 | Born April 9th
Appearance: Amélie has a round face. Her nose is a bit short for her face, and it has always bothered her. Her skin is winter-toned, so she is naturally pale. Occasionally during the summer, she sports a tan, but she usually prefers the paler tone. It sets off her eyes. She is average in weight, not too skinny and certainly not large, but her weight, like most people, does fluctuate occasionally. She is rather busty for her age, which comes from her mothers side of the family. She has legs that easily bruise, which prevents her from wearing dresses too often. She's pretty conscious of them. Also, her feet are big for her body type. That attribute comes from her father's side of the family. She tries to wear plain shoes with little or no heel so people don't focus on her feet.
History:
Jérôme met Réné in his fourth year at Beauxbatons Academie. They bonded quite well at first, and by their fifth year they were practically inseparable. Soon, the two were a romantic item. They were together the longest time, for 15 year olds anyway, and by their seventh year, Jérôme vowed marriage to his darling Réné. She was hesitant at first, not because she didn’t love Jérôme, only because marriage was a big step in life. She eventually was convinced by her darling Jérôme, and they moved to Bordeaux, France, the town of Jérôme’s ancestors. They had a lovely spring wedding, and springtime in France is truly a beautiful thing. It was a love story right from the books. A mere 7 months passed before Réné was pregnant with a baby girl. Jérôme couldn’t be happier, and neither could Réné. On April 9th, they gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, who they called Amélie, after Réné’s mother. Jérôme’s family was ecstatic, and very enthusiastic in helping raise their blonde, blue eyed relative. This was when the troubles began.
Réné loved Jérôme, and his family, but they were starting to interfere a little too much for her tastes. Réné’s mother died when she was 2, and her father died her seventh year at Beauxbatons. She wasn’t used to the large family bonding that occurred at her home, and wanted a more intimate household with her husband and daughter. Jérôme however grew up with 5 siblings: 3 sisters and 2 brothers. They lived in a large house with most of their family, so there were always a number of cousins around. He knew his mother and father and siblings, but he was also raised by his aunts and cousins. He liked the experience of putting all the parenting styles together for a broad experience.
Obviously, the two lovers began to clash. Réné demanded the two move to St. Malo, Brittany. Jérôme was upset with her, and so was his family, but he loved her enough to do this for her. The move was pretty smooth, and Amélie was barely 2 years old now. Life settled in around them, and soon, the couple had another little one on the way, this time a bouncing baby boy. Jérôme couldn’t have been more thrilled. He loved new experiences, and now he had both a son and daughter to raise. Things were good, and just nine months later, Sébastien was born. He had a head of dark hair, like his father, and was the sweetest little thing. He and his sister got along alright, but Amélie wasn’t shy about expressing her need for the spotlight.
A few years passed, and Jérôme’s Aunt Sière fell ill. The family packed up and headed down to Bordeaux to stay at his childhood home. Amélie was 7 and Sébastien was 4. Réné felt bad abour Jérôme’s uncle, but as she suspected, his family once again overwhelmed her with their close bond. It didn’t bother the children, in fact, the seemed to enjoy the large company, but Réné felt like she wasn’t truly their mother anymore. Réné disclosed her concerns to Jérôme, and he felt bad. He didn’t want this to happen again, but it had, and he didn’t know what he could do. He told Réné he had to stay for his Aunt. Réné understood, and she tried hard to grin and bear it.
After 6 months of intense illness, Jérôme’s Aunt passed away. As the family was so close, it hit everyone quite hard. Something is very strange about losing a loved one. Something that little Amélie and Sébastien shouldn’t have had to experience. Jérôme stayed around for a while to grieve with his family. Perhaps a little too long…Réné was tired of this. It had been 2 years now since Jérôme’s Aunt had passed. She wanted to go back to St. Malo. Jérôme and Réné began to bicker more and more, and the tension spread to their two children. They grew increasingly less fond of each other. Amélie and Sébastien spent most of their time with their father’s extended family.
Jérôme was completely against leaving, as the children were now old enough that if they moved they would miss their surroundings. Réné knew they’d both be off to school soon enough as it was, so they might as well get them used to change. It only took about 3 months of this bickering for Jérôme’s family to get involved. Huge arguments spawned, and the children were terribly frightened of the tension around them. Very soon later, Réné left for St. Malo, and Jérôme stayed behind with the two children.
Time continued on, and the divorce was finalized. Amélie and Sébastien were now under the care of their father, and their father’s family. Amélie was now 10, and soon expecting her birthday. Everyone in the house was excited for her birthday to come, 11 was the “magic” number! Amélie was excited, and so was Sébastien, but they both had changed from the divorce as well. Amélie was still outgoing and energetic, but she was more worrisome than before. Sébastien was always quiet, but now he hardly ever talked to anyone. Jérôme worried for his two children, especially since Amélie would be leaving for school soon. He confided with his sisters and brothers, and they assured him all would be fine.
Shortly thereafter, Amélie departed for Beauxbatons. She was happier than ever to be here. Everything around her seemed fancy and new. All of the children there seemed so much bigger to her, she wondered if she would ever grow to be like them: tall and confident. After about a month or so, the newness of the school had worn off, and she was quite homesick. Sure, there were plenty of children around for her to socialize with, but she missed her family. She started writing them letters, and she slowly felt better. It was her only connection to her home.
Finally, after a long year of hard work, Amélie returned home for her summer vacation. She was so happy to be back in Bordeaux. She and Sébastien, for once, were inseparable. They ran through the fields and rolled in the flowers. Amélie felt so happy. Her family was dying to hear of her adventures at Beauxbatons, and she wasn’t at all hesitant to share them. Perhaps a little dramatic and over the top, but she indeed shared them. Faster than everyone expected, summer ended, and Amélie returned for her second year abroad.
This year she was more focused on enjoying and becoming home at Beauxbatons, and tried very hard not to think of the big house back in Bordeaux. It was hard for her, but it allowed her to put all that thinking time into hard work time. Her studies took over her when she was alone, to keep her mind from wandering back to those flower filled fields back home. She made a lot of new friends, and was very happy to be succeeding quite well with her work.
Summer once again rolled around, and once again Amélie found herself in Bordeaux. Everyone was aging faster than she ever would’ve guessed. Sébastien was barely 10 now, and he was going through the huge excitement of heading to Beauxbatons soon. Amélie was more than ready to teach him the ropes, and most of their conversations that summer were of Beauxbatons. Sébastien still had a wait ahead of him, but he would be ready when the time rolled around.
She ventured back to Beauxbatons once again, and something rather exciting happened to her that third year. She met a handsome boy, a year or two ahead of her, named Christophe. He was brown haired and blue eyed… little Amélie had her first crush! Nothing ever really became of them, after all, he was older and probably uninterested. It was mainly just the life experience she got out of her “first love.”
When she returned home that summer, Sébastien was all ready to depart with her to Beauxbatons that year. Also, Jérôme had a present for her! A beautiful Persian cat, gray and white, sat perched on her bed when she arrived. “Papa, pour moi?!” she exclaimed, ecstatic. She called her Chère. Sébastien had asked Jérôme for pets while Amélie was away, so now they both had companions to keep them company. Sébastien had also began playing the violin that year… something was sparking his interests. This was the most outspoken he’d ever been. He had gotten a little black cat with green eyes, who he called Noir.
Finally, the time had come, and Amélie and Sébastien both departed for Beauxbatons. Once they arrived, Amélie went about her usual business, and she and Sébastien barely crossed paths. Every now and then they’d get together to be sure each of them was alright. Sébastien wrote to Jérôme as Amélie once had, and Chère was giving her all the home she needed. Mid term, she and Sébastien both received mail that their father had changed his place of residence. He had moved to Marseilles, a rather large town just north of Beauxbatons. The letter said that “all the cousins had grown up and left, and now it was time for all of them to be on their own.”
Amélie had mixed feelings about it, after all, wanting to stay with Jérôme’s family was the reason for Réné leaving. There was really nothing she could do, and decided simply to go on about her business.
When she arrived at the little flat in Marseilles that summer with Sébastien, she was pleasantly surprised. Their father had done much work while they were away, and the house was very comfortable and inviting. “I needed something to do while you two were away… I had too much time on my hands!” he explained. He had even written a song, a duet actually, for the piano and the violin. Sébastien lit up, and Amélie listened to the wonderful music that were born from her fathers ink. In fact, she was inspired that summer. She grabbed what she could find around the house, and painted the beautiful city view she saw. She captured the light and life of a city at night quite well, according to her father, and she hadn’t felt that much satisfaction in a very long time. Papa and Sébastien had their notes, and Amélie had her colours. She was certain she had found her niche.
She is now ready to depart for her fifth year at Beauxbatons, and Sébastien is ready for his second time around as well. Hopefully, new adventures and old friends are in store for the two of them.
Personality:
Amélie is a happy girl, but tends to be a bit high strung because of some events in her childhood. She enjoys to have new experiences and meaningful conversation with others. She feels that everyone has their own ideas, and that everyone should share them! She is quite outgoing and outspoken, and isn’t afraid to say what is on her mind. She doesn’t attempt to purposely insult or offend others, nor to hurt their feelings, but sometimes she doesn’t agree and has to say it. She is a bit of a worry-worm, and does not act well under pressure. She needs to get her schoolwork done early and thoroughly so that it is off her mind. If she waits too long she gets too stressed and her grades suffer. She is reliable in this way though, as she always wants to do well and finish completely, as well as early. Also, this trait leads her to be very organized, some might even say a tad too organized. She just doesn't feel right when something is out of place. She rarely loses things, but if for some reason she does lose something, she tends to sit around and ponder on how and why she would've lost it. It's a bit of an obsession, most likely related to feeling out of place without her mother around.
Sample RP:
Amélie’s eyes soaked up the sprawling landscape as best they could. Every detail she tried to notice. The soft, green hills, the shimmering, dancing lake, even the warm, blue-green sunlight as it rose over the horizon afar. There weren’t enough colors in the world to satisfy this picture!
“The beauty of Beauxbatons goes unnoticed.” Amélie said to Chère. Chère simply stared at her for a moment, and then laid her small head back down on her paw, and dozed off. “Such a sleeper…” Amélie giggled to herself.
Her brush was steady, slow… she was concentrating so hard on trying to replicate the delicate colour scheme her eyes were watching. Most people would find this amount of concentration uncomfortable, even boring or annoying, but it relaxed Amélie. The sound the soft brush made as it rippled across the taut canvas was music to her ears.
She was rather experienced with music. At least her father and little brother were. She was never too good with instruments. Perhaps one would find the art piece unfolding in front of her to be music to the eye, not the ear. Amélie was painting at the crack of dawn, not only for the beautiful and often unseen colours of the landscape, but also because she hadn’t any other time!
Her schoolwork had been her main priority, Chère was requiring more love… her social life… keeping tabs on her father… she was rather stressed. If she couldn’t relax somehow, she may explode! It was a very good thing she could paint. She wanted something to pass the time. This one was looking quite like the picture in her head. Hopefully it’d be good enough to hang in the room somewhere. No matter, she could worry about life later. Now all that matter was how to mix the perfect dewdrop colored paint. [/color]
Must be Cossu
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Post by vanessa on Apr 13, 2008 1:39:17 GMT -5
First Name:
Vanessa
Middle Name:
Melanie
Last Name:
Leona
Age:
15
Appearance:
Eyes:
Bright blue, which she inherited from her father. Because she enjoys rebelling, Vanessa dresses up her eyes with an assortment of dark make-up. They are a lighter blue than her father, though just as alluring. The color of the sky in mid afternoon a perfectly cloudless, warm summer day. They darken when she's angry or sad, and do sometimes get a hint of green to them.
Hair:
Nessa's hair reaches to her mid back in dark curls. They are black, though at first, for most of her younger life, they would lighten to brown whenever the sun touched it. However, she seems to have grown out of that now. Vanessa can thank their father for. She doesn't do much with her hair. If she's motivated, she'll straighten it, but most of the time her natural curls can be seen.
Height:
Vanessa is an average height, not overly tall but not too short at all either. She stands at a respectable five feet five inches tall. Which she does not mind, since she enjoys being hidden but at times she’ll make herself appear taller because she feels like standing out.
Weight:
Because Nessa is an average height and all, she is suppose to be average weight. But she weighs around 115 pounds, that is because she has an anorexic-diet.
Distinguishing Features:
Her eyes are certainly distinguishing, because they aren't like many other peoples'. Other distinguishing features would be her many tattoos and piercings. She has four holes in each ear and a belly button ring. She only occasionally wears the belly button ring however. She has a tattoo on the back of her right shoulder in the shape of a broken heart, one on the back of her neck in the shape of a butterfly, and one on her lower back in the shape of a dragon like creature.
Other:
Vanessa's style is gothic/emo. So she got her piercings and tattoos and such. She began to dress even more in black, and she still does. She adds chains and such whenever she can, and hates wearing bright colors for any reason. Her favorite shoes are her pair of purple and black converses, for purple is her next favorite color.
Picture:
teh piceh<3
History:
Although Vanessa was born in London, the only child of wealthy parents, she and her parents moved to Athens when she was five. She was mainly raised by servants, with her parents never home, which led to her need to manipulate other people to get what she wanted. Throughout her childhood, her 'friends' were all people who were hoping to get a piece of her money, and over time she became more and more isolated. She has a hard time relating to others, and almost never smiled. People expected her to be a popular socialite in her teens, but other than her efforts to change her appearance to please her parents, she didn't live up to that expectation. She was always a mysterious schemer, and never quite in trouble. When she got her attendance letter for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she billed it as an ultra-exclusive high school that had sought her out because she came from a wealthy family.
They couldn't argue with that, so off she went to school. At school, she was once again unpopular, though there were a few who liked her (or rather, pretended to) for the sake of her wealthy background. People would joke that she was a goth in disguise, and that she was going to kill herself, but she learned to avoid most human contact whenever she could. During classes, she passed with amazing grades, and mostly just tried to stay quiet and keep her head down. All the while, she was plotting and dreaming of course. Several well-performed pranks in her Freshmen year led several teachers to keep an eye on her, but the evidence never quite pinned her down.
Instead of her taking the blame, people who had hurt her always seemed to get in trouble. They insisted that they were innocent, but somehow the evidence always led to them. Vanessa wasn't the dramatic frontrunner type, she was more of a background string puller. If she put her mind, and money, to it, she probably could have gained popularity, but it just wasn't her style. People thought she was strange, and with good reason. Her parents of course, still hardly noticed her, no matter what she did, or how she tried to capture their attention. As her second year approached, her schemes began to grow more elaborate, though they were cunning as ever. With her headphones securely covering her ears, and her traditional black and white clothing, she watched the others, just waiting for her opportunity. After all, people don't like her for a good reason. She was as some people say, “Silent but deadly…”
The same things happened till her fourth year, when a foolish person saw her setting up her prank. The person was a first year student and immediately froze on sight, not knowing what the heck to do. After all, Vanessa was a Slytherin, a very smart one at that. Being scared out of his wits, the student got caught and also in the end went back scared for his life. Of course, Vanessa used it as leverage till the little boy couldn’t take it. Finally being unable to accept it, he blabbed it off to a Perfect. And that Perfect told his Head of House. The Head of House told the Head Master and the three, including Vanessa’s Head of House, concluded that Vanessa had been the one that did all the previous pranks. The other people who got blamed were excused from their punishments and all were thrown down onto Vanessa Melanie Leona.
After Vanessa’s parents, Derek and Cassandra, heard of this horrific situation they immediately pulled her out of the school. Embarrassed to even speak about it, the two sent her off to a new school. Vanessa, expecting the same things to happen, did not care. And so, the school the parents choose was Beauxbaton Academy of Magic.
Personality:
Vanessa Leona. Cunning and manipulative, she always seems to be under suspicion, but she's never really linked to any wrongdoing. At first, she can come off as a shy, quiet girl, but those who know her know otherwise. She's used to getting exactly what she wants in life, and when she doesn't, she's likely to get nasty. Loyalty? She knows what it means, but she doesn't have an ounce of it. One day, she can seem quiet and ready to be friends, then the next she wants to stab you in the back. Truth be told, most people don't really like her, but if there's something underhanded and tricky to be done, she's probably one of the first to talk to. Vanessa always seems slightly irritated, which is due to her near-anorexia diet. Because her parents never paid attention to her, she was always trying to improve her appearance, because they wanted her to go into modeling or acting. Not that she had any intention of either, but she desperately wanted their attention.
In some ways, she's a child. Immature and quiet, a girl who's never really in the spotlight, but longs for her parent's love. In others, she's very mature and cunning. She's not afraid to be manipulative, or stab someone who billed themselves as her best friend in the back. That is, if she ever had someone who billed themselves as her best friend. Mostly, people tried to avoid her unless they want something out of her, like money or influence. After they realize that she has no intention of providing either, they stay away from her. Antisocial? Well yes, she is. After all, when it comes down to it, she's not exactly a 'nice' person. She's not really a typical school 'ice queen', because she doesn't really have friends to manipulate, but she can be very manipulative when it comes down to it. And of course, she has a bit of an internal self esteem conflict. She's smart alright but she rarely ever shows it, unless forced to when the Professor calls on her. Her house is in a lot of trouble, if the Professors and Head Mistress ever find out what Ms. Leona is up that is.
Sample RP:
A neutral expression crossed Vanessa Melanie Leona’s face as she awaited her name to be called. By now she heard all of the possible houses, Sournois, Cossu, and Rouerie. Each sounded unique and different, also Vanessa did not really care which house she got into because she figured that it’d be the same as it was at Hogwarts. Yawning quietly, her expression immediately turned into a bored one as she heard another person’s name being called up. She thought as she leaned back onto her heels, Ugh…this is just ridiculous…this is just like bloody Hogwarts…expect it was a black dusty ol’ hat. And here…it is a clean, navy blue cloak. Yet, it is basically the same freakin’ idea… Hearing another name but this time the last name started with a K, she muttered as she continued to lean back on her heel, Just get the heck up and get the heck off…it is so freakin’ simple. After the Professor went through the Ks, it was the Ls.
Vanessa’s expression stayed the same, bored and irritated. Soon enough she heard her name, walking up to the cloak she muttered, “Finally…” She wasn’t one to take her time but she made it seem like it. So, it seemed that she was elegantly walking. Once she got near the stool, she sat down and had put on the cloak. Awaiting the blue jacket’s decision, Vanessa kept the same expression on as she felt the same. She did not care for the meal and rather wanted to go into her new “home”. Also perhaps even to work on a new prank, though she hoped to find an enemy soon…as she wanted and yearned to have someone to blame. She muttered harshly as she continued to wait, “Dang it…it doesn’t take that long to make a stupid decision…”
Normally, Vanessa was patient and right then she wasn’t. She just really wanted to get off, it probably was because people were staring and awaiting the magical item’s choice. Not only was it that but she seriously wanted to get on with life and well the cloak was in her way. And another thing she would of done, if she could, was harm or manipulate whatever was in her way but since she was unable to she just clutched the stool very tightly. Tightly that had she sharpen her nails a mark most likely would have been etched into the wood, rather than chewing on her bottom lip. [/size][/color] Must be Sournois |
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Post by berryzkoubou on Apr 13, 2008 1:41:43 GMT -5
First Name: Risako Last name: Fuse Appearance: ClickHistory: Risako's mother (Claire) is part veela, and her father (Ando), is a wizard. Her father moved to London from Tokyo, Japan when he was 18 and met Risako's mother when he was 20. They married after one year and soon after were informed they were going to have a child. Her father had been hoping for a boy and was furious when he was informed that they would be having a girl instead. Apparently her father had a change of heart, because on the day of her birth he had decided, though much to Claire's distaste, on the name Risako for their new daughter. Two years later, on Risako's 5th birthday, they had another girl, Genevieve, who lived up to her ornate name. Genevieve is an exact copy of her mother, while Risako took more after her father. Growing up, Risako was rather musically talented (even at birth, when she had different pitched squeals for what she wanted), but she was also quite shy. Genevieve was the talkative one, and so got much attention. Risako, before she could talk, would play or sing songs that she would hear on the radio, beginning with Mozart, on piano, and moving up as she got older. Personality: As stated above Risako is slightly shy, and quite musical. But she's also: energetic, curious (she changed her bed into a puddle of water on accident after finding her dad's wand at age 4), competitive, and friendly. Risako has a liking for flavored waters. Risako typically has a good temper, but if someone repeatedly tells her that she's wrong, she explodes. She likes animals, mainly birds and dog like animals, but she does like other animals too. She's good at making friends, her problem is usually keeping her friends. One of her favorite things to do, other than drawing and singing, is writing. She likes to write stories about people on adventures, and doing magic, and she typically has herself as the main character. She tends to correct other people's grammar. Sample: At age 13 Risako had a normal life. She had an 8 year old sister, a/k/a "The Pain", a mother, a father, a house, a pile of love letters that reached the ceiling, and her own separate room for singing and drinking tea. Going to a school with muggles never bothered her; it was... different, yes, but she had to like all the times she would receive free food at lunch, flowers in her locker, and notes in her mailbox, yes being part veela had it's perks. Risako woke up one morning, to the usual scene of wires and strings from all the "ghost traps" her sister put up. And in a far corner a pile of red and pink letters. Love notes. She had to feel sorry for the poor boys, falling in love with her like that. But, that's the way it goes. "I wonder if there's any 'real' mail in this pile of notes..." she mumbled to herself as she avoided stepping on one of the traps, again. She remembered which ones drop baskets, which ones grab you, and even which ones make the fake boggart fall from the ceiling. She laughed at the memory of her mother triggering the boggart and then racing over to Genevieve, only to get caught in a laundry basket. She eventually worked her way through the "mine field" and got to her pile of notes. "Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish, rubbish, rubbish, worth looking at, more rubbish, more rubbish, something blue and fragrant from France, lots of rubbish, another blue letter addressed to me, rubbish, rubbi-" she stopped and looked at the letter addressed to her. She didn't recognize the handwriting. "Hmmm..." She headed toward the door, forgetting about a few of the traps and getting thrown out the door by two paper mache bludgers and a large mummy like thing that was supposed to pass as a boggart. As she flew out of the room the door locked. "Just my luck." She muttered, dusting herself off and putting on her slippers. As starts a normal day. She headed out into the hall and walked to her left toward the living room. "I wonder if it's from one of mum's friends..." she thought while walking into the room. As soon as she entered the room there was a knock at the door and so she set her letter down on the table to go answer the door. "Yes?" She asked while answering the door. "Ohayo gozamasu." The man at the door said bowing. She returned the gesture and said, "Ohayo gozamasu, I speak English." The man at the door grinned and said, "Ok. I'm sorry, do you live here?" Risako smiled and thought, wow, I guess this guy came all the way from Tokyo to deliver...something. She could tell that by the fact that the guy's English was awful, and that he still bowed when he greeted her. "Yes, I live here." She said to the man, gesturing at her house after the man laughed a little and then shrugged. "Could get signature your?" The delivery man said. Again with the bad English Risako thought while stifling a laugh at the incredibly awful sentence. "Sure." She said taking the clip board and signing it. "Thank you. Have a very good day!" The man said after handing Risako a parcel. "Thank you too!" She said, although confused by the urgency of the parcel. She saw that this was also addressed to her. This has to be for dad...they just--got the wrong name. That's it. she thought while heading back to the living room. She set the parcel down on the floor and then reached for the- "The letter!" She screamed out loudly. "HAH HAH!" Screamed out a rather high voice from behind the sofa, out jumped Genevieve, 4' 7", blue eyes, platinum blond hair, and perfect pale skin. "I got your letter!" Taunted Genevieve, waving the letter in Risako face. Risako said sarcastically, "Really? You do? Wow... I never would have guessed..." Genevieve grinned wide and said, "Yep! And your not getting it back!" She started dancing around the room chanting a song about being smart and, fast and, better than Risako at everything, which is not true, though she is smart and fast. Risako said in fake disappointment, "Fine... I guess I'll just have to go without it." Genevieve said, "That's right!" Risako said then after, "Oh well... and to think I was about to give you that love letter from Richard..." Risako knew Genevieve loved that boy Richard in Risako's class. Genevieve looked at the letter, at Risako, at the letter, at Risako, then at the parcel and said, "Fine..." She handed the letter to Risako then snatched up the parcel and dashed off toward her mom and dad's room laughing in her evil little laugh. "The nerve of that girl... I swear..." Risako said to herself. She sat down, deciding the parcel could wait, and opened the letter. She stared at it in shock and excitement then yelled out, "I was accepted into Beaubatons Academy!" You need more in your personality section. You need to check your spelling. Also you have one small paragraph and one huge one in your RP Sample. Please break that up and make it look better.Sorry. I made a few minor changes, and fixed what needed fixing. Is this any better?Must be Cossu |
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Post by xander on Apr 13, 2008 12:17:56 GMT -5
[/b] Alexander Last Name: Lonsdale Age: 15 Appearance: Xander is around average height, standing at five foot ten. Some may consider him tall for a fifteen year old, but considering he hadn't grown a single inch in over a year, he doesn't exactly thing that he's going to get any taller. He's also quite athletic, giving him a toned body. Xander doesn't go out of his way to work out, so he doesn't carry around a six pack with him or anything, but like written above, he does have a toned body. As for his facial appearance, he is the proud possessor of navy blue eyes. Xander likes his eyes, for they aren't overly blue. In fact, at first glance, you may think his eyes could be brown, or at a distance, even black. However, up close, you can see the true look of his eyes. The edges of his eyes, though, are a bit lighter than the rest of his eyes. As for his hair, he has very light brown hair. In the summer, some might even go so far to say that his hair is dirty blonde. But Xander isn't a big fan of blonde, so he claims his hair is light brown. As for a picture, this is pretty much what he looks like:  History: Xander's history is not one that he is overly proud of. In fact, he's quite ashamed of it. When he was quite little, he was infected. At the age of six, he became a werewolf. His half-blood family did not know what to do about it. His family was torn down the middle with magic. His mother and sister were Muggles, while his father and himself were both magic. Obviously, his mother and sister both knew of the magic that the men in their family possessed, but when they discovered that Xander was a werewolf, they tried to deal with it in a way that most Muggles would think of: a cage. Living in the country, it was quite easy to build a large cage deep in the woods. Near dusk of a night of a full moon, Xander's father would bring him out to the cage and lock him in. The father hated doing this, and thought there must be a more humane way of dealing with his son's ailment. He hated the thought of leaving his little boy locked up in a cage until the agonizing transformation would occur. He often put himself in his son's shoes, being locked alone in the dark woods, with no one there to comfort him as the animals came out, and with the dreaded knowledge of what was to come. So, instead of leaving his little boy alone, he would always sit with his son until the transformation was over, returning right before the sun would rise so he could be with Xander when he turned back into a boy. However, a terrible accident occurred one night when Xander's father did not lock the cage properly. Just as his father was walking away, Xander got out of his cage and murdered his father. Being released from his cage, he obviously did not remain in the woods. He managed to find his way to his home, and attacked his mother. She survived, but was infected. His sister, however, was lucky. She (at the time being twenty) managed to sleep the whole night peacefully without being even awoken. Due to the fact that Xander's mother was a Muggle and a werewolf, she was brought to St. Mungo's in London. The Ministry concluded that she could not live out a life in the community in her state. She became extremely depressed and died three years later. As for Xander, no criminal charges were placed against him for he was unaware of what he did at the time he did it. However, he was placed under his Muggle sister's care and she became his guardian. Although possibly not the best substitute for a parent, Xander's sister did the best she could for him, and Xander was extremely grateful. She managed to keep his secret, and the hospital managed to give him a potion that allowed him to stay in his own mind during transformations. However, he was still sent to the cage every full moon. When it came time for Xander to start attending Beauxbatons, the Headmistress gave him special permission to attend. Personality: Due to his obviously horrible past, Xander became somewhat shy and withdrawn. He kept his nose to his school work, although he was far from bookworm. In fact, with his best efforts, he generally only managed to remain an average student, not excelling in any subject... except for Care of Magical Creatures. Xander purposely made himself not missed. This was so that once a month when he went away for his transformations, no one would notice. Did he ever become lonely? Most likely. Honestly, though, Xander always just wished for friends. By nature, he was a sociable person, and was quite caring. He just wanted the opportunity to have the fun he knew he could have, and actually be able to care about people other than himself and his sister. He wanted to be able to wake up on Christmas and have more than just the one present from his sister. Since he wasn't overly talented at school, he wanted to be able to play Quidditch and have the opportunity to be popular. However, with his disease, he knew that none of this would be possible. So he just kept to himself, occasionally socializing, but just enough for the 'Hey, how are you?' sort of conversation. Xander knew he had lots of potential that was taken from him just because of his lycanthropy. Sample RP: The midnight sky was clear and cloudless. Thousands upon thousands of stars shone down upon the school and its grounds, looking extremely beautiful. Xander's eyes surveyed the grounds outside and saw a group of girls laying under the stars and pointing up at them, as if seeing something that no one else could. Xander had the horrible thoughts of stars were just stars, and that they never made any shapes. If you looked at twelve random stars and used your imagination, you could probably make it look like a puppy if you tried hard enough. He turned his head away from the window and to the nearby boy's bed, staring blankly. He needed to stop thinking in such pessimistic ways. Why couldn't he just be the optimistic boy he knew he was deep down? Of course; because if he did that, he might actually become likable. Xander sighed as he brought himself out from the sill and over to his bed. The sheets were cold as he slipped under them. It was one of those unnaturally cold nights where you would just lay in one spot, hoping to warm that one spot, and gradually warm the whole bed. Although he was under his covers, his eyes remained opened and staring at the ceiling, listening to the other boy's deep breathings as they slept. One boy snored, just like he did every night. It was almost soothing, and Xander's eyelids were becoming heavy. But just as he was about to drift off to sleep, he heard someone call his name. He sat straight up in bed and looked around. He held his breath without realizing he was doing so. Why would someone be calling his name? He didn't even know that anyone even knew his name. "Hello?" he called out, somewhat nervously. "If you're calling for Xander, I'm right here." But no voice returned. Feeling a bit uneasy, Xander sunk back into his blankets and, in time, fell asleep. [/ul][/size][/font] Must be Cossu |
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Post by ariel on Apr 13, 2008 13:46:13 GMT -5
First Name: Aurora
Last Name: Delacroix
Age: 17
Appearance:
History:
Aurora was the second child of the Delacroix family, following after Lucifer Delacroix. Aurora was born into a highly dysfunctional family, for lack of better terms. Her mother was a follower of Dark magic, a death eater, and she did not know her father well. Her household always held a lingering dark aura about it, the center of dark trade in many ways. Even at an early age Aurora was influenced by meddlers of the dark arts. As a growing child dark magic seemed the only way to go about life, she knew little else. Of course, Lucifer was always pressuring against it, but a girl’s mother had far much more influence than an older brother. As she grew older, she felt torn between her siblings and her mother. Her younger siblings had a much more lighter aspect on life, much more willing to follow in Lucifer’s foot steps, but still Aurora felt an urge following her mother.
Aurora found herself spending more and more time with her ‘dreadful’ mother as her siblings put it. Even though deep down Aurora knew, it to be a bad plan to follow, she couldn’t help herself. What child could abandon her mother? She decided to follow her mothers foot step and found herself delighted with the approval which was bestowed upon her, approval that the other siblings rarely received. It started to make her power hungry, she desperately hungered for that approval and would put herself in any situation to get it. Soon the guilty conscience which empowered her, no longer pleaded with her to stop. No longer did it plead with her to stop what was wrong. Aurora stopped feeling guilty in this aspect of her life, now she only wanted to pursue it, to make herself stronger.
Aurora took confidence in her trek, even though others in her family constantly belated her about the path she was following. Incessantly she put her voices behind them, Aurora gave up on her siblings. So they thought her path was wrong, she know longer cared. After all, it was them who were going down the wrong path. How could they not see that she was doing the right thing? Constantly she found herself in toils among her siblings, but she found herself unmoving. Her mind was made up, she would follow no other path this was what was right for her.
Then there came a great pressuring point in her life, her mothers sentence to Azkaban. While she was sure her other family members should have grieved, they did little of it. Of course, who wouldn’t be sad to see their mother go, but it seemed as if they were more happy to be rid of her. Aurora of all the children took the hit the hardest. Her mother had been her sole proprietor as she had pushed all of her other family away. She now found herself in care of her oldest sibling, Lucifer Delacroix, she found herself quite angered by the fact. It seemed all the pressure he had put on her in her earlier years, were flooding back. Not only from him, but from her other siblings as well. She now began distancing herself from the family, wanting nothing to do with them or their help offerings. She didn’t want help and she definitely didn’t need help. Life at home became harder, she no longer had the approval of her mother, who was sentenced in Azkaban. Only the remorse of her siblings. She knew they wanted her to switch her ways, not to follow their mother, but she didn’t care. This was her life and she would decide how to use it.
Aurora was invited to join the academy at Hogwarts school and was overjoyed, it had been her mothers intent to get her into that school. She joined the school with an outlook of coming out with better knowledge and the fact she could rid herself of her family. Of course, she was sorted into slytherin and she was very proud with this choice, it had been her mothers house. Before long she found herself very much at home within the school, she had those who followed in her footsteps. It not only made her feel more at home, but it made her feel power hungry.
Her days at the school were very limited as her temper outreached her. Aurora was expelled from the school after a disagreement with a teacher, where she sought to hex him, with intent of injury. So once more she found herself home among a house full of siblings which she could not bare. They were care takers and nothing more. Never did she show them love, not even in return to their offerings. Aurora had stopped showing love for others a long time ago. Lucifer sought to try once more and see if she could get enrolled at the most magical place on earth. She was overjoyed at another chance, except she knew he sought there for he held a position and could keep a better watch. It would be harder to work her plans there, but she was sure she could make it work.
Personality:
Aurora is completely self-centered and rarely cares for anyone else or their problems. Growing in a slightly dysfunctional family had a varied influence over her emotions over the years. Aurora has followed in her mothers foot steps, evil taking priority in her heart. She is cold in every manner and doesn’t really take to other people, she prefers to spend her time alone. Being completely fascinated with the dark arts and those who use it doesn’t help to gain her respect either. She has a cold heart and is far from welcoming, all she cares about is her own prospects. Never before has she been able to show love to another, and she doesn’t really care to. Aurora’s ideas of a friend is a being whom takes her side and will follow her orders, merely a follower or business associate.
Aurora puts herself before all others and won’t stop to lend a helping hand. She is the shadow of evil, following in the footsteps of her mother, a death eater. She has love for no one, including her family, no matter if they helped after her mothers imprisonment or not. She will willingly use anyone to get what she wants, she doesn’t care how much it will hurt them in the end. Other peoples feelings are of no mind to her, she only want them to suit her purposes. Her mind is always abundant with new ways to cause trouble, or a new way to get someone to do her favor. Her mind is fluent with trickery, hoping only to get her way. She doesn’t care what others think of her, and doesn’t mind what is said. Like the personality of most death eaters, she only wants the world to follow under different rule. She has a personality much favoring that of Tom Riddle and isn’t afraid to hide it.
Other than trying to gain favors, Aurora is a quiet girl, often lingering on her own. She doesn’t like the company of others, she would rather sit and mull on her thoughts on her own. Definitely she could be labeled as strange with her odd habits, but in her mind she is the only one who is normal. Aurora is often silent, the student who sits in the back of the room. It isn’t that she isn’t listening, it’s just that she takes note for her own purposes. She is definitely very intelligent, but she uses her brilliant mind to suit her own purposes, not to do well in school. Her purpose is to create a better world, while everyone knows the chances are slim, it is her goal, no matter the consequences. She wants to be on top, she wants to rule. These are the silly child fantasies which consume her mind, she wants to follow in Tom Riddles footsteps.
Aurora is stubborn in every manner, and thinks that every way which is not her own, is wrong. She finds no guilt in causing pain or suffering to any of those which have disagreed with her. It is very often that you find her in some sort of trouble for her misdeeds. Also, she is very sarcastic when she speaking, never offering thanks for help. As stated before, Aurora is her main priority. Everyone else falls some where along the back line. She is slowly working her way to the definition of evil.
Sample RP:
Aurora curled her deep auburn locks about her fingers as she rolled her eyes precariously. Surely, he wasn’t expecting her to listen to such nonsense. Her chestnut eyes scanned the room about her as she continued twisting her curls about her frail fingers. It was a lecture she had heard to many times, yet it never seemed to get old. First from her siblings, from teachers, from anyone willing to even try to turn about her wits. She laughed subtly as she looked up to the man before her, he like all others would never understand. The only one who had ever understood had been her mother, and she doubted anyone else ever would. She sighed deeply gently rolling her tongue across her lips, she wasn’t even going to pretend as if she was interested in this mans words, because she wasn’t. Countless times she had heard the words This attitude will get you no where. After all look at your encounter in Hogwarts Did they believe she would change her ways because of a simple expulsion. Oh they were so fickle.
It had been so long since her mothers imprisonment and still her ways hadn’t changed. Aurora simply didn’t understand what these people saw in her, she was the one in the right and she very well knew it. All these people, her siblings, this man; none of them knew what was best for her. Aurora was the only one who could make up her own mind and it was their mistake for trying to make it for her. Biting her lower lip, she lifted her gaze to the so called ‘councilor’ and gave him a look as if to say, your words are complete nonsense. Which in all cases they were. It annoyed her to no end, that everyone seemed to think they knew what was best for her. That they knew how to change her. For all of them, were so bitterly mistaken.
Y ou don’t want to be pitiful like your mother now do you?
Aurora’s eyes flicked to the man quickly, rage emanating in her gaze. So they hadn’t learned. Her mother was her role model, the only person she had come close to loving and here he sat insulting her. I think it would be your fine mistake sir, in calling my mother pitiful She spoke, her voice entailed with lingering menace. Desperately she wished she had her wand at this very moment, nobody insulted her mother and got away with it. She kept her eyes locked on him with a bitter intensity, unwilling to back down. She had been keen to be silent and let him amuse himself with this chat, but he had taken things to far this time.
No truly, Aurora look at her state. Truly, it’s pitiful. Locked up in a cell of Azkaban.
Fleetingly she looked away, not intending to hide her anger, she felt like punching him right now. Standing up Aurora slammed her hands palm down against the table, sending papers scattering across the floor and desk. Don’t you dare insult my mother, it wouldn’t do your conscience good if I were to call your father a cowardly lothario, now would it? she said threateningly ,clicking her tongue as she leaned forward across the table. The insult was low, she knew it, yet she didn’t care. She was biasing insults off of nothing, where he seemed to have some general knowledge. She didn’t care how crude she was being, he wasn’t going to get off saying something like that without a battle. Her temper and pride wouldn’t let her past it.
She crudely dismissed his kindly placed question to sit down and she surely wasn’t going to calm her anger. Not now that he had set it at a boiling temperature. All you people think you know what’s good for me, but your all so wrong. If you knew what was good you would sit back and let me have my way. But everyone seems to ignorant to see the right in my ways. she spoke, her last words bordering on shouts. She hated people, she hated their cowardly ways. Why was it so hard for them to see that she was right, to see that there was no other way? I’m finished here She said with a threatening menace. If I were you I wouldn’t expect me back Must be Sournois |
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Post by roseaustin on Apr 13, 2008 15:11:45 GMT -5
First Name: Rose
Last Name: Austin
Age: 15
Appearance:
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History: Well Rose didn't live exactly what you would call a normal life. She was always on the run with her mother. She had never knew about her father. Then she heard a BANG, they had found her and her mother yet again. Who were they exactly, well they were the Death Eaters. This time they had cornered them. " Hand over the girl Alex, NOW" one of them said. "Never" she screamed. They whispered for a few seconds then out of the blue " Avada Kedvara!" They had done it they killed Rose's mom. She saw her moms lifeless eyes and she grabbed her moms wand and started to run. Run far, far away from here. But in the distance she heard them say " You will be like us one day, your father was." that made her stop dead in her tracks she never knew her father and she didn't want to be like him. Soon she got to a fire place were she pulled out some floo powder, she didn't care if she knew how to do it or not she wanted to be anywhere but here.
Personality: Rose had been alone ever since the age of 6 when
her mother died. She has a strong sense of pride so she never backs down from a challenge. Because she has been alone so long she doesn't trust people to much especially wizards and witches. But she'll get used to it after a while. She is a loving friend once you get to know her. But get on her bad side you are in for it.
Sample RP: Rose was heading back to the girls domitory from the dining hall yet again. She didn't have any friends because she was different, because she never knew her father and because her mother was dead, because she was alone. She was getting sick of it this is not what she wanted she wanted a new start, to be someone that her mother would have been proud of. Then she decided to go outside to see the beauty the the most magical place on earth had to offer. She had heard of it from her mother but when she got outside it was nothing that words could comprehend. She thought that not even the Death Eaters could ruin this moment. She was clearly not dressed in the proper clothing (she was still whereing muggle clothes) but she knew that she had made a new life here, a better one. And she was going to make new friends some how in this lonely word of desiept that she had just left.
Then she heard a small hoot. And her owl was flying out a window to her. "Hello little fellow I haven't seen you lately" she half whispered. She then noticed that there were two leters in her beak. She took out the first one and it said
" There are worse things than a scar."
With this she reached for her cheek and felt the deep gash on it. Oh how this brought back bad memories of death eaters. She took the other letter out of the owls beak and this one read.
" In this school you are not alone. Scars aren't the only thing that link us together. Our family do too. I will be your friend."
This letter was a little more uplifting. She looked up to the window where the owl came from and saw a girl waving to her. Rose chuckled as she waved back. She wasn't alone any more.You need to change your display name to fit the name in the application. Your entire application shouldn't be bold. You shouldn't space after a ". Your history is scattered and not complete. Why were they after her? Why would she have Floo powder and if they're in the woods where did she find a fireplace that was connected to the Floo Network?You know what forget it, it took me forever to complete this and i'm only 11 so cut me some slack. Sorry, but, if I cut you slack and let you slide you would never learn. Plus we have people your age and around your age and they did it. If you ever modify this PM me.
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Post by jojo on Apr 13, 2008 17:32:21 GMT -5
First Name:
Jolene.
Last Name:
D'Accord.
Age:
16.
Appearance:
History:
Born one dark, stormy night in June, Jolene Avianna D'Accord was born into the world as the oldest of triplets. Her younger sisters Rizanna and Tristessa were always treated better than her by their mother, Tristessa being the only one of her two sisters who didn't act snobbish. The two shared a bond well enough to call each other friends, until little Emilia was born when the triplets were almost two years old. Tristessa and Rizanna both abandoned Jolene completely, becoming more attached to their new little sister instead. Being the one who was left out, Jolene became vastly dependent on her parents at her young age of three. Her mother had different plans, taking Rizanna and Tristessa under the cover of night and fleeing from France for good.
Left alone with their father, Emilia immediately tried replacing her mother with Jolene and became dependent on her older sister. Jolene completely ignored her little sister's pleas for attention, and became more interested in the talents she was learning she possessed. Learning from her father at age eight that she was a Metamorphagus, Jojo started to lock herself in her room during the days to perfect the art of transforming her appearance. One night when she was ten and a half years old, she could smell alcohol in the halls of the large D'Accord Manor. Following the scent, she was led into her younger sister's bedroom to find her drunk father trying to have his way with Emilia. Deciding to test the limits of her wizard power, Jolene tried transforming her hand into a small gun.
When it didn't work, she grabbed the gun off the bedside table in her father's room. She ran back into her sister's room, rapidly firing the first five shots into her father's back. One bullet pierced through him and shot Emilia in the stomach, the young girl still breathing as Jolene prepared to fire the last shot into her father's head. The last bullet jammed in the barrel as the gun blew to pieces, Jolene's entire right arm being blown off in the process. Emilia pushed her dead father aside and decided to use her newly studied talent. Remembering everything that she had read or heard about Human Transmutation, Emilia prayed her little bit of alchemy would be able to save her last relative and her idol. Hoping and wishing with all her heart that it would work, Emilia clapped her hands together and laid them on Jolene's still stomach.
A few hours later, Jolene opened her eyes and screamed before sitting up in alarm. After verifying that her right arm was intact, she identified the blood red tattoo between her shoulder blades as the Ouroburos, found on Homunculi. Testing out her new powers to see that she could better shape shift her body, Jolene left the manor where her father's dead body and her sister's blood resided. For a little under half a year, she wandered from France and found her way into England through planes and trains. Finding out that her father had galleons upon galleons stashed in Gringott's that her mother didn't know about, Jolene was even more satisfied when she got her acceptance letter to Hogwarts on her eleventh birthday. Seeing it as an opportunity with nothing to lose, she decided to go to the magical school.
Quickly finding five others who shared her interests, Jolene wasn't surprised to find that three of the others were related to her. Jeremy and Isaiah were both cousins from her father, while Jade was her sister through her mother. After meeting with her other cousin, Jeremy's sister Carlina, she plotted the Hufflepuff's downfall. Becoming a team with Jupiter D'Eath, who wanted to take the life of Carlina's love interest, the two Slytherin students worked out devious plans on how to murder the two Hufflepuffs. Settling for a good old-fashioned fight within a clearing of the Forbidden Forest in their fourth year, the boy Hufflepuff named Alphonse was the first to fall. Jolene stabbed the girl in her chest, before feeling the stinging pain of a blade through her stomach. Carline continued to breathe as she killed Jupiter, Jolene unable to stop the pink haired girl's dying action from happening.
Strangely heart broken at the fall of her comrade, Jolene was the only one to walk away from the clearing that night. Wandering around for almost a half a year, she returned back to Hogwarts to have a happy reunion with her half sister Jade D'Amore. In the middle of their reunion, Jupiter entered the same clearing he had died, taking both girls by surprise. Though his memory was mostly fried, Jolene was happy when his memory returned halfway through her fifth year. She was shocked to find that she was in love with him, confessing her love only to her half sister Jade and getting laughed at. Not letting Jupiter find out for the rest of their fifth year, Jolene was only a little relieved to be on the train ride home. There she bumped into her cousin Emily Rose, a Ravenclaw a year younger than herself.
She was freaked out as Emily told her everything she and Jupiter had done together over their five year friendship, and relayed the message of her crush. Leaving the train without bidding her cousin goodbye, Jolene's entire summer rolled by smoothly. A few weeks before the start of her sixth year, Jolene decided she wanted to go to Ireland. She was forced to postpone as a manticore alert was placed in Dublin, her cousin Emily shape shifting into Jolene and announcing her love for Jupiter as the manticore savagely ate her. Feeling sick knowing that she was supposed to be 'dead', and that Jupiter now knew of her crush, Jolene changed her form a little to be able to return to Hogwarts for her sixth year. Using her old name but not telling anyone she was still alive, she searched for Jade and Jupiter.
After not finding them for three months, Jolene revealed herself in her true form and was admitted into the mental ward of St. Mungo's. No one believed the Slytherin that she was really alive, being constantly tested and forced to drink horrible truth potions for another three months. One day she convinced her nurse to sit and rest a while, knocking out the nurse and stealing her wand. Transforming the nurse's appearance with the wand, she placed the nurse in her bed and switched clothes with her. Morphing herself into the nurse's image, Jolene snuck out of St. Mungo's and immediately ran for Hogsmeade. Buying herself a hotel room for a single night, she used more money to buy herself a traditional tank top and hip huggers.
Waking up the next morning, she immediately dressed in her new clothes and laced up her new pairs of cadet boots. Jolene headed in the direction of the Shrieking Shack, paying for her room before she left. Looking around the area of the Shrieking Shack, she quickly realized that the other side of the Forbidden Forest was next to the shack. Changing her appearance back to her original one, she broke off in a run through the Forbidden Forest. Jolene knew that she was finally headed home again. After staying for a short while at Hogwarts, she transferred to Beauxbatons after being unable to find either of her friends.
Personality:
Jolene has a snobby attitude, and she is most likely known as a brat. She isn't kind at all, and she isn't loyal either. Known to be sadistic and unfeeling, she has taken a change for the better, though it is tough for her to convince people of it. Jolene likes the more 'depressive' things in life, such as another person's misery or death. Blood is still one of her favorite things to see, especially when it isn't hers. Jojo dislikes losing anything, especially something or someone close to her. She has also flinched at the sight of the color pink before. Jolene is more of a sadistic tomboy than anything else.
Sample RP:
Walking down the Forbidden Corridor, Jolene wondered why she was even in the corridor in the first place. It occured to her that this corridor was one of the only places that reminded her of Hogwarts. It was not only off-limits, but also it was a dark and depressing place. Her heart longed for her to go back to hogwarts, it cried out for her to run into the open arms of her half-sister Jade. But she shook away the dreams with a defeated sigh. She knew that was not possible, even though she and Jadance had been close in their first years, she and her sister had grown apart. Now that she had left Hogwarts to avoid the blackmailing, she doubted that her sister would be there to greet her with open arms if she ever came back.
The pang of seperation was almost too much for Jojo to bear. But it wasn't her sister she longed to see once more, it was Jupiter. She had truely felt emotion around him, happiness and love. Mostly she felt pleasantly buzzed around him. After Jade threatened to tell him her secret, Jojo left without even saying goodbye. She had then started cutting herself again, once she had been inbetween schools. Once she had found Beauxbatons, she had not quit either. Looking down at the exposed flesh of her arms, she saw the white scars, and the once deep scabs. her faded black denim skirt reached down to her knees, and she saw her green converses peeking out as she loked down at her feet.
Her green halter top covered her back, where she had punished herself many times for leaving Hogwarts. Her exposed wrists were almost glowing in the dim light. Suddenly the light seemed to get brighter, almost as if someone had cast 'Lumos'. Seeing the tip of a wand at the far end of the corridor, Jojo shielded her eyes from the bright light by covered her eyes with her hand. her wrist was shown to whomever it was, but she didn't care. lowering her arm for a minute, her violet eyes widened. "How? You can't be real..." You have a lot of misspelled words, make sure to use spell check in the future.
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Post by betty on Apr 14, 2008 18:41:37 GMT -5
nice poem, btw. <33 :)
First Name: Betty
Last Name: Judd
Age: 15
Appearance:
History: Betty Judd was just a girl growing up in Germany. She is the little girl of the family. Her older twin brothers are now in college, one playing football and the other doing something with science. Her father is a carpenter. He builds houses and tables and other stuff with wood. He doesn't really do anything totally creative though. He's no artist. Thats what Betty's mom was. The term is past tense because her mother passed away [choking to death] when Betty was 5 years old. Its a thing she tried to never think of. Betty was in the room when it happened. She's glad she doesn't have nightmares anymore. Betty can't remember her mothers face though, and that can be a tad depression, but as stated earlier, she tries not to think about it.
Up until last year, Betty attended a high school, had a number of friends and boys that liked her. She was able to bloom more when her brothers graduated from the school and left her to work on her own. She liked it better. Being the only girl in the family, Betty was more comfortable being independent. She wasn't the greatest with the academic thing. She hardly passed classes and this was because she had the nerve to get up and ask the professor's questions when school was over. She normally spent an extra hour at school. This was not a real choice of hers. Her bothers were both talented in something, one was an athlete and the other had the brains. Betty was neither fit nor smart.
When Betty got the letter that she had been signed up to go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, she ignored it for weeks. This led her to have to buy her stuff at the last minute. It was normal for her to be late anyway. Well, now she is at Beauxbatons, waiting to be sorted and excited to see what house she is in.
Personality: Betty Judd is a more of the outgoing type. She likes to run around, kick people in the but, scare the hell out of them by screaming after sneaking behind them. She is shamelessly loud. She is quite oblivious to the things around her. Ignorant. She never watched the news and probably never will. The earth is not something she wants to add to the list of her problems. She doesn't worry about other peoples. This is only in a sense where they think she is acting rude, that is when she doesn't care. She is a complete pushover when someone starts crying. Believe me, she'll know when someone is truly crying. She really notices everything about the people close to her. Like stated previously, she is oblivious to the people that she doesn't know. Strangers. Her attention is focused on herself or her friends and family.
She isn't completely honest either. If someone looks like a cow, she'll tell them that they will look wonderful. She'll make anyone feel absolutely beautiful. Mostly she's just returning the favor. Also, if she's done something wrong, she'll lie about that as well. Act innocent, make up for it later. Pull out a good deed to even it out. She tries not to worry about it. Worry equals wrinkles. Lol. Well, its not that she thinks that exactly. She just wants to be happy, act happy, hopefully make it contagious and let others be happy. Many times it can be annoying with others. Many find this quite annoying.
So what is Betty good at? Making people feeling better, often happy and laughing. She's also got a talent that her mother passed on to her. She hasn't really brought it out yet. She's got a steady hand. She's noticed that and never really told anyone. She's got her own sketch book and a pencil ready for her to draw on. She doesn't take the thing seriously. One day, soon, she probably will. Bring her talent out. Actually be good at something other that charisma. She knows she'll never be smart, and being athletically tough is not something she really wants. Time to bring the pencil out and excel what her mother gave her.
Sample RP:
Bending over to grab her trunk, Betty tried to swoop up the heavy thing without success. Her brothers were away. She talked to them on the phone the night before. They wouldn't really be able to talk much while she was at the magic school. Her father was in bed. She had insisted that he stay in bed. The last couple of days, his back has been bad. It will get better soon, she knew that. sighing, she decided to drag her bag. As she pulled herself along, the dirt made it harder for her. A pile of earth formed as it dragged. She paused, grunting loudly and kicking the thing before resuming her actions. When she finally got it to the carriage [that was pulled by beautiful white horses] she pulled the bag up inside with all her strength. She dusted the bottom before putting it inside fully, tipping it sideways as she did so.
When she lugged it onto the chair, nice and clean, she kicked the dirt that was on the floor onto the ground where it belonged. She jumped out again, walking back inside her open house and grabbing her personal bag, full with things she could play with on the trip. There was nothing electrical of course. Just her sketch book and pencils. She was determined to get better at drawing. She threw that in the carriage, landing beside her trunk and hopped out again, eager to pet the horses that looked like angels. She patted them on the head a few times. She really didn't know anything about horses. She noted that no one was controlling them.
Curiosity struck. What was magic like? How did it work? Was any of the history changed to warp our own brains? She began to wonder how the world worked. How it spun and stuff like that. She she hopped back into the carriage for the 3rd and last time for the day, she shut the door behind her leaned forward onto her knee's in thought. Her face was all scrunched up. Hmmm..
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Post by caesar on Apr 15, 2008 19:04:36 GMT -5
FIRST NAME:
caesar
LAST NAME:
christensen
AGE:
17
APPEARANCE:
there's no other way to describe caesar but to say he's naturally good looking. however, he knows it, but isn't cocky about it. in fact, he wouldn't mention anything about his appearance unless you brought it up first. caesar's body type is naturally athletic. he's the kind of guy that you would find working out, and it pays off in his muscular appearance.
he has deep, rich, dirty blonde hair, which is mostly kept messy. he also has some facial hair which adds to his overall bad boy appeal. he's always had that sort of look to him no doubt, even when he was a little kid you could tell he was the trouble maker type, so obviously he had a lot of attention on him. He's the kind of guy that all the girls want a piece of at some point really, especially the more popular girls, which is great.
he has enchanting blue eyes, emeralds basically, he completely uses them to his advantage knowing girls do tend to fall for guys when they look into their eyes. his glisten like special gems too. which brings up the next, best area of his appearance. his smile. caesae is mostly known for one extreme facial feature, that most people compliment him on many times. his smile. many people said it could light up the room, or at least your day.
when it comes to height and weight, he's what they call average. he stands at six foot and one inch and comparing that to his weight he's all matched and, well, perfect. he does work out a lot, as mentioned beforehand also, and he does have his own weights and treadmill and things for those days when he doesn't want to leave his dorm.
overall he's a very handsome boy. although he does have flaws, his main one being he has a few scars on his skin, from street brawls and just typically fighting every so often with some people that got him angry. this seventeen year old has been through a lot.
HISTORY:
astoria, queens. new york. so dangerous. although, where else would you want to raise your kids? caesar has always lived in this sort of street lifestyle, even when he was younger, and he wouldn't want it to be any other way. his father, being involved in a mob, never was around to pay any attention to caesar when he was in his youthful stage, so you could say that this boy has had a pretty screwed up life when he was a kid.
living in a broken, beat-down, cheap and messy apartment for all his years, he got involved with a gang when he was just the tender age of 12. they were the only people caesar could rely on in his life, so he stuck to them. now you're wondering about school? ceasar found at really late stage that he was a wizard, since his father never cared to mention anything to him. for the most part, caesar attended a local public school near his neighborhood, but even that couldn't help him. he failed every one of his classes and didn't care much for education, leading up to the event of sleeping in class regularly since he would be out the night before with his gang. it got so bad that he decided to ditch as often as he could.
now, you're wondering how the hell would a boy like caesar end up in a place like beauxbatons academy of magic? decstruction, that's why. one night caesar decided with his friend, tyler, to go to a club and just chill out and party. when they got there, cesar, being the guy that he was walked up to a lady and started dancing with her. not knowing she already had a boyfriend, and that he was the club manager, he got into a fist fight with him, and ended up being thrown out by his bodyguards.
pissed off, caesar and tyler decided to have some fun of their own. they see a building nearby, and the signs that warned them to keep out. now when was the last time caesar ever listened to anyone but himself? that's right, never. recklessly, he hopped the fence with his friends, and got an idea with a few spray cans he landed on in the process. getting closer to the wall, he started to graffiti his gang's name, when, luckily enough the police's car came rounding up the street, and the lights of the car shone directly on them. caesar, knowing there was no way he could get outta this situation, told tyler to leave, and he got caught instead.
a few months later, caesar went to court, and was sentenced to 200 hours of community service in any school of his choice. since caesar received notice of his hogwarts acceptance letter a few days later, he decided he might as well give it a try there. maybe he could change his old ways, and calm down while he was there? get good grades, and make better friends that enforce a good influence on him? nah, probably not. watch out beauxbatons, you don't know whose coming.
PERSONALITY:
you've probably already guessed that caesar's a complete and untter badboy. and he really is. he's addictive though, no one can seem to get enough of him, despite his rude, cocky and arrogant behaviour, people adore him and admire him and know that he's best to be left alone. of course he has his closest friends, the ones he'd do absolutely anything for.
thug? you could say that. he's definately into his fighting and his crime. theres reasons why he turned the way he did, up until the age of five he was a lovely, shy, innocent little boy, then he just went bad, and he preferred his lifestyle that way. even if that meant getting arrested. it's the norm for him, and i know it sounds funny because it's completely against the norm for everyone else, but it's how it's always been. his father was a pretty big mob member, and he got assasinated when trevor was 10, that's when things started to make sense. and even though the boy was pampered he knew what way he was going to lead his life. no matter how dangerous things got, and no matter how bad he got he was going to be street wise, and he was going to fight and he was willing to change.
my bad, i'm giving a lot of his history away in the wrong section right now. personality. do you know, calling trevor schitzophrenic isn't far off. he seems such a charmer, such a lovely boy when you talk to him when he's in a good mood. oh that couldn't be further from the truth. see, caesar doesn't care who he hurts, he doesn't care about anyone apart from himself and the people who have always been there for him. his gang.
caesar is a complete womanizer. he doesn't date girls from different cliques though, he dates girls from any clique so they do talk, and then they do find out he's using them all, but like i said, girls can't seem to get enough of him, would that be his big personality? or his big ... looks? you decide.
the thing is, caesar can make girls feel like they're complete princesses, whilst letting them know that he's in control. of course there are those girls who he'll let get away with being sexy and in control, but he'll always be the strongest, and he won't tolerate being pissed off by girls.
caesar has a few good points to his personality though. he's incredibly loyal to the boys and girls that have always been there. he does have his respect, and people should treat him with respect, and that means, lay off of him, don't start anything unecessary with him, or he will put you straight. he has three boys in specific that never lose fights, and just like himself don't tolerate people thinking they're all that.
SAMPLE RP:
[/size][/color] You aren't allowed to use the name of a celeb, character and so on. And even though you mixed up the first and last name this is still too close. Change the name and then I can sort you.alright, modified it.
[/size][/color][/b] You don't believe in capitalizing do you? lmao
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Post by fouziyeh on Apr 16, 2008 8:34:27 GMT -5
First Name:
Serena
Last Name:
Johansson
Age:
15
Appearance:
History:
Serena is a kinda loving girl, daughter of Lola Madison-Johansson and Michael Johansson. She lived a happy, fun loving life along with her older sister, Jenny, aged 16. Serena and Jenny were very close. They shared a room together. They never faught, but their parents did after Jenny had a relationship with a boy who's parents where enemies to the Johansson parents.
Soon later, Lola split up with Michael. Jenny then split up with her boyfriend but was actually secretly dating him. Jenny ran away after she found out she was pregnant. She lived in Jason's (boyfriend) appartment. Serena was living with her dad. Her dad got drunk and always beat her up at home. He once raped her. After, he found his soulmate, a stripper. Then got married. Serena was so mad, on the way walking to home, she found the house burnt down. No one knew how...
Serena was living on the streets until her sister found her. Jenny took her back to Jason's appartment and told her everything. Later, a misterious women knocked on the door whilst Jenny and Jason were out to have an appointment on the baby. She used some kind of potion that made Serena go to sleep. Next thing she noticed, she was outside Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Serena was given a letter sent by her mother, saying that I should attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Serena did so...
Personality:
Serena is fun. Not at all big-headed. She loves exploring, playing with friends. She's basically out going. Many people love seeing here around. She's the type of person who you'd talk to and feel comfortable. She's the type of girl a person could feel free to cry on the shoulder. She's also very clever. She was top in the class, kind of. She loves fashion. Serena always goes out with her friends out take a journey to the shopping centre. She spends loads! She got the passion for fashion.
Sample RP:
Serena entered the classroom closing the door behind her. Walking towards her seat, she listened to the professor. She collected her three ingredients and then walked towatds her empty placed cauldron. She noted down what was on the board and then she began to start her thing.
She turned on the cauldron's fire at 250 dregrees and then skim read through the pad. Serena grinded the scarab beetle till it turned into a powderish mixture. Reading through again, she cutted up the ginger roots and popped it into the cauldron... Soon on later she stirred the solution. It then became the light blue colour. She then added the armadillo bile ingredient and it turned into a brownish colur.
Serena poured it into a bottle and poured the same mixture into another bottle. One for drinking in lesson and one for outter lesson, any time.
Serena Johansson then took a sip fromt the jar. She went all weird for a few minutes. Whoever she looked at turned into different shapes. After 2 minutes, everything become all fine. Lesson ended so she went back into her dorm.
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Post by rayleen on Apr 17, 2008 7:51:29 GMT -5
First Name:
Rayleen
Last Name:
Kutcher
Age:
16
Appearance:
History:
Rayleen was born in Frankfurt, Germany. She didn't live in the best parts of the city. Her mother was a single one, Ray's real father leaving when the woman was doomed pregnant. She found another man though. Ray's mother, Jillian, found Brian when Rayleen was five years old. They are married now, and happily together. Brian was more of a higher class man, and gave Rayleen and Jill a better life. He wasn't as lowly as they were. He's not rich, per say, but they can get a long now, with a simple house, a nice yard, and money problems is not a thing that happens often.
Jillian was a muggle. That much, Rayleen knows. When Rayleen turned 12, she found that she can often see the future. How was this possible? Did it just happen to go, a random choice by whoever runs the world and its people? Or was her father or one of his parents or someone up the line a seer, just like Ray? It must be that. If her father was a seer, then why did he leave without so much as saying a goodbye? Maybe he saw something bad in the future involving Rayleen and Jill. Rayleen can be hopeful as well, so maybe he saw that they would be better with Brian, Jillian's new lover? Well, she hoped that the man wasn't a jackass. She hoped it was a good reason why he left.
As Rayleen grew, she gained more control over her dreams and her visions. Sometimes, she could force herself into someones mind, read what they are thinking. She could only skim their stronger thoughts, their outer thoughts. She believes everyone has two things going through their heads. She can't really get deep inside as she would like. For now, she deals with it. She plans on training herself though. How she will do that, she is not sure. Maybe she'll just sit in a park, pretend to read a magazine and try and get into peoples head, and attempt to get deeper. First, she'll start with the muggles, since they have no idea what a seer is, or at least, that they exist, so it will be a tad easier. She just wants to get school out of the way, first. She doesn't even have plans for her future, and doesn't think about what she will do.
Personality:
Rayleen is definitely an outgoing, talkative type. She can be trusted though, if they are a good friend of hers. She knows how to Honor a good secret. Of course, she can be a bit of a bully as well. She's a bit judgmental. Its only typical for a seer. They think they know everything. Thats how she is. Many times, she assumes what's going to happen without the proper use of her power. Many times she is wrong. She's just following her gut, and her gut is not always right. She needs to start using the seer abilities rather than just say in her head that something is going to happen when its not.
Ray usually knows when something bad is going to happen. Thats the only thing that is correct with her gut. Many times, when she thinks something good is going to happen to her, or her friend, and she says it out loud, she's wrong. Its really embarrassing sometimes. She can turn a bit pink when this happens, but nothing more than that. Sometimes she's thankful for having that feeling. This feels wrong is a thought that pops into her head on a daily bases. There are a few times when she ignores it. She usually regrets it later.
Rayleen is not the graceful type either. She can manage to trip over her feet sometimes. It doesn't happen every day, but it happens. She can be impatient and headstrong. Stubborn. Once she's made a decision, she sticks to it. She can change her mind once she's found out that her decision was stupid. Sometimes, she makes it seem like it was her plan all the time, even though it wasn't. Rayleen likes to act as a leader. She likes to boss people around, be independent. She's not used to following people around. She certainly didn't do that to her mom and Brian. She didn't have any siblings, so no older ones to look up to. She was on her own.
Sample RP:
  Back to the street where we began,
Feeling as good as lovers can, you know,
Now we're feeling so good.
Rayleen sat in the common room. She leaned forward, her arms resting on her legs, her head in her hands. Her legs were bent so that her knee's were touching and her feet were apart. Her blond hair dropped over the side of her pale face. Her big blue sunglasses were in her hair, at the top of her head. She wore a pair of gray washed jeans, a rip on her left knee, and a sky blue spaghetti strap tank top. Her white sweater lay bunched up on her knee's, behind her elbows. He feet were bare, her white fluffy slippers hiding out under her armchair. Her face was warm, just a few feet away from the dimming fire in front of her. Rayleen wasn't much of a sleeper. The rain pounded on the windows from outside. It wasn't a bright sunny day.
So the weather sucked. She couldn't go outside into the buckets of cold water falling from the sky. Perhaps she could walk around the school, get a feel of the hallways and corridors. That should do her some good. She'd rather not walked around lost, asking people for directions to class or the dining chamber. She pushed herself out of her chair, standing on her skinny legs. She slipped on her slippers and headed up to her dorm again, as quiet as she can. She didn't even realize that she was dragging her feet, making noises against the floor. She was being a bit rude. When she got to her room, her room mates still snoozing, she tip-toed over to her bed and ducked under to grab a pair of black, white and red high top sneakers and tied those onto her feet, leaving her slippers beside her bed, not put in properly.
She creped out the door, closing it behind her quietly. She was quite fond of her room mates, so she didn't want to wake them up. They needed their beauty sleep. She walked down the stairs, more quiet this time. She was wearing shoes now, not slippers that hung from the front half of her feet. It was easier to be quiet, but her feet still made a small tapping noise as she walked. She played with her necklaces as she walked. When she soon found herself at the exit after many, many numerous turns, she turned around again. She loved the rain, but that was just crazy weather. She wanted to make friends and she doubted there was anyone out there.
She turned. Not far down the hall was the dining chamber. As if on cue, she felt her tummy rumbling. Breakfast time! She strutted over to the room and walked in, sitting down on a table that was near the middle of the room. Eggs and pancakes appeared at the table and she dug in, drinking orange juice that soon popped up. Yum. Breakfast. |
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Post by thegrimreaper on Apr 17, 2008 10:56:30 GMT -5
First Name:
Lucretia “Calamity”
Middle name:
Narcisa
Last Name:
Dobre
Age:
16
Appearance:
History:
In the year nineteen hundred and ninety-one; Friday, November 13th started out as a sunny, cloudless day. Dr. Nicolae Dobre and his beautiful young wife, Daciana, were awaiting the setting sun in their country home in Cahul, Moldova. This young vampire couple from Constanta, Romania escaped to the country side for the arrival of their second child. Their first child, a boy named Mircea, quietly played the corner while his parents sipped on blood from a wine glass.
As the grandfather clock stroke 5 p.m. the sky over Cahul grew dark with storm clouds. Soon after a heavy rain began to fall, followed by rolling thunder and flashing lightning. It was an unsettling omen. While the storm raged on, Daciana went into labor and several hours later gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. They named the little girl Lucretia Narcisa after Nicolae’s great great great grandmother Lady Lucretia Noin.
Lucretia grew up in the family’s main house located in the city of Constanta, near the port on the Black Sea. A fitting place for a family of vampires to live. Both her father and mother were doctors. Nicolae works in Angelology, and brings some samples of his work home for the family to enjoy. Daciana is a psychologist who works mostly with mental illness. Due to the fact that her parents were always at work, or on call, Lu and Mircea were raised by many nannies.
Even though they were vampires, her parents made it a rule that neither her nor her bother were allowed to bite anyone. The children then had to grow up on Oxycyte blood substitute products which is a perfluorocarbon emulsified with water and a surfactant. Although it wasn’t the same thing, it did carry the same nutritional value of real blood. Lu really hated to use Oxycyte or blood tablets, but her father said it was for her own good. “It is either this or drink pigs blood.” He would often tell her when she got sick of the stuff.
Like most vampire children, Lucretia was home schooled and had private tutors. She often skipped out on her lessons and partied with other vampire kids in the city. Eventually when Mircea left home and went to medical school, the family decided to move Austria, where at the age of 12, Lu had her name changed to Calamity. While living in Austria, she was accepted in to Beauxbaton.
Personality:
Calamity is very impulsive, and likes to do a lot of crazy things. She can usually be found goofing off somewhere with a bunch of kids, joking around and having fun. Even though she has a very playful nature, don’t think this girl is all fun and games. She can be very serious at times, and has a wicked temper. You never want to be around when she is having a really bad day.
Just like her namesake Calamity likes to cause trouble, and plays pranks on people. She also likes to hang out with guys more than girls, because they do things girls would never think about. Calamity also likes to change her look based on how she feels on the first day of the month. It is a weird tradition of hers but it will never change. Never try to mess with this loose cannon cause she’s about to go off.
Sample RP:
Early Sunday morning, around twelve or noon, Calamity found herself in a really strange mood. She lay there on her bed, feet dangling over the edge. Staring up at the ceiling with a recurring thought in her head. The speakers on her desk were quite for a while, but her eyes darted from tile to tile. Her left hand searched around her bed for the remote for her boom box, but never moved her head. Concentrating on that thought,
Until she found the remote and turned the power on.
A blast of rock music exploded out of the speakers nearly knocking poor Calamity off onto her noggin. She got off her bed and took off all her clothes and then hopped into the shower. She sang along as she washed her short black hair, but all you could hear was the music from out there. Her parents were already used to their teenage daughter’s morning routine. Papa walked by with ear plugs in, while Mama waited down stairs and drank her morning tea.
After a long cool shower, Calamity died her hair and grabbed her black jeans off the floor. She put on a white shirt that had demon wings on the back and the words freak show across her chest. Once dressed and accessorized Calamity ran barefoot to the stair well. She sat up on the banister and slid down. After hearing the squeak of jeans on the banister her mother signaled for a maid to bring out her daughter’s breakfast. It was the same thing every day, a piece of whole wheat bread with strawberry jam, and a glass of Oxycyte.
Calamity waved to her mother, who was reading while drinking her tea, “Morning ma,” she said giving her kiss on the cheek, then danced around the long table grabbing her toast and shoved it in her mouth. “Dear you could be a little more graceful.” Her mother said only to get a muffled reply of “What did yah say ma?” In between chews of bread and jam. Daciana looked back down at her book, “Oh never mind.”
When the bread was finished she choked down her “blood” and scooted out the door. Sylph, the prized family Siberian kitten, sat upon a bust that rested in the hallway. She pet the blue eyed creature as she walked by. “Morning Sylph.” She said stroking it from ear to tail. The little kitten purred as she did, then followed Calamity to the window where she sat looking outside at the sun. The little kitten jumped up onto her lap and curled up. A gentle hand played with Sylph’s fur, “Today is a good day, my friend.” She said picking him up, “That means tonight is going to be even better.” She laughed there on the windowsill, playing with her cat, as her parents left for work. The only thing is what should she do now? |
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Post by chaynon on Apr 17, 2008 18:01:58 GMT -5
First Name: Chaynon Jaden [though only his mother calls him Chaynon]
Last Name: Blakely
Age: 17
Appearance:
Playby: Mathias Lauridsen
For someone quite as violent as Chay, he once again defies the supposed image. Reasonably slim with milky skin and long lashed cloudy blue-grey eyes, he hardly looks the part, leaning more towards handsomely angelic – which suits him no end. He wears his hair in a longish fashion, allowing the wave in his chocolate hair to come through. His mouth is full and usually curled into a softly mocking smile. He has a scar which runs crescent shaped from the lobe of his ear curving down, under his jaw to stop at his adam's apple.
He tends to follow his father’s fashion dressing smart/casual by teaming plain white t-shirts with a suit jacket and, depending on his mood – formal trousers or jeans. He tends to wear a full t-shirt, as little known to many; he has a massive tattoo on his back. It covers the right shoulder blade, sweeping into the small of his back and the tail curves a little way up his neck - a masterpiece of a lion. None of his family knows of its existence.
History:
Born Chaynon Jaden Orion-Addem, in a small village outside of London - Chay's time with his parents was extremely short. Within the year, he had lost both parents. His Mother died in childbirth, and his father was murdered shortly after by Jadis Orions relatives - searching for their runaway daughter. Chay was given to his mother's twin, to raise as their firstborn with Evan Blakely.
Chay was destined to become an obstacle in the already troubled relationship of Isidis Orion & Evan Blakely. For a while though, he worked as a peacemaker - the pair joined in pride by their handsome son, though the golden era was short lived. His younger years were happier, and he spent his time playing out doors and riding, adored by the only mother he'd known - Isidis.
As he grew older, Evan - now his father, expected him to take more of an interest in the Blakely way of life. Evan was a reknowned sadist, and mentally unhinged. Both he and Isidis indulged in cult activities, humans being regular visitors to their "blue tower". Evan hoped that Chay would take on this mantle, aswell as become involved heavily in running his extremely well-to-do hotel business, which leant the Blakely's high standing in public. He was disappointed.
Being only eight, Chay was only interested in attempting to cut off his little sisters/cousins hair and throwing eggs at people walking past in the lane. Chay’s lack of enthusiasm was blamed on his mother, and instead of being the peacekeeper – he became the cause of frequent rows between them. His father took to ignoring them both and working long hours. When his mother was away, Chay was a silent onlooker of the many women his father brought home.
The one woman Evan expressed undying delight for though, was his daughter - blonde, smokey eyed Romany. As she grew, spoilt rotten - her happiness did too. She became a source of comfort to Evan Blakely, though it appeared with her birth, Isidis had completely given up on her marriage and immersed herself in being involved completely with the cult. This usually involved her being entirely out of her sky. . Chay’s opinion of women dropped immensely, and in the hopes of a spark of seeing his old mother, he tormented her mercilessly. Without realising it he was becoming his father. His father’s adoration of Romany only served to make Chay even more sullen and un-coperative than before, and caused him hold an intense dislike of Romany, despite her efforts to console him and her obvious adoration of him.
Chay’s first school started and ended badly. After several rumours flew around about his family, Chay lost his temper and had the other boy in hospital. Evidently his time at the school ended rather quickly. Evan had Chay locked in the "Blue Tower" for the entire summer term as punishment, sealing his fate as Chay's most hated person.
Returning back to a new school, Chay found the rumours preceeded him. Whilst he struggled finding true friends, he found that fear gave him a willing following. He was suprised to find that he enjoyed the effect he had on others, indulging in ever more grisly games to ensure his reputation didnt falter. At least in school, he had control over his environment - answering to none but himself.
Eventually, he was expelled from that school too...a particularly nasty incident involving severing another boys finger having him sent home. Proud, though not by his reputation - Evan tried to explain that they didnt want a public reputation. Chay smiled sweetly and returned to a new school, Hogwarts.
Here Chay lasted his longest, finding a small group of friends he thought he could trust. Unfortunately, Chay had never been good at controlling his emotions - least of all his jealous anger. From childhood, Chay had been best friends with a fiery young girl who looked out for him regardless. She had moved on, and now in Hogwarts - they were reunited. However, knowing his capabilites - she was no longer interested and completley cut him out of her life. That action shattered the little of the sweet old Chaynon that had remained. He was caught half way through the process of drowning her, though whilst waiting in the medical wing - he further attempted to cut her closest male friends throat with a scalpel...though it was a shallow wound.
Chay was given a year of intense counselling, and home tutoring - Evan wanting the limelight to die down. At the end of the year, he offered Chay a chance to return to school - on the conditions he did nothing to draw attention to himself. Chay grudgingly agreed - desperate to escape the family and carve a name for himself again, hung up on the loss of his fame. So Chay was shipped off to France, where he'll begin again.
The new school and lessons he had learnt started Chay off with a new personality. His behaviour improved and his violence appeared to settle down. Little did everyone know that Chay was channelling his anger and violence by other means…waiting for everyone to relax.
Personality:
To the outside world, he is Charming, understanding, generous to the extreme and a shoulder to cry on. But this fairytale exterior only covers for an outstandingly ugly inside. The boy would appear to have a heart of stone. Merciless, cold and arrogant – Chay manages to play out his little façade only to satisfy himself with no thought to the other. Over the years, Chay has aquired such talent at playing the saintly hero that his ability to turn it on and off at a whim has even begun to confuse himself. Woe betide those who irritate him and are given the chance of seeing what lies beneath.
When alone, Chay becomes aggressive, violent and self-destructive, hating himself more than he hates his victims. In truth, he hurts others in the search for inner peace – hoping that by inflicting pain on others he will quench his own. Somewhere inside there is the faintest flicker of guilt and sorrow at what he has become. He feels pity and remorse – but that feeling is rarely awoken, and he revels instead in chaos and fear. He has cut himself off from all emotion, and reserves only respect for his closest friends. Perhaps if you gain respect, there is a way forward with Chay.
He has an uncanny talent for manipulation, and could steal your heart from beneath your very nose without you so much as giving a protest, in fact – you would be offering it up willingly. His cunning and charm make him able to get almost anything he desires so he has become extremely spoilt and finds it near impossible to share and trust others. His weakness is believing all others to think, feel and be like he is. For someone who enjoys inflicting fear on others, that is another of Chay’s weaknesses. He fears fading into the background, a nobody - he fears his father's power and ability to have him crushed when he's only just beginning, and he fears other finding weakness in him, discovering that he lacks control.
He dislikes weakness in anything or anybody and is ten times more likely to do you harm should you show this. And he hates being laughed at, feeling that somewhere he has lost control of what is happening to himself. Saying that, he loves being in control and loves laughing and forgetting who he is. Though they don’t know it, the few friends he has, he adores and loves more than his life.
Sample RP:
The night had started early for Charlie tonight – nothing unusual, but what had been out of the ordinary for him – was that he’d been alone in his jovial indulgences. Black moments were a rare thing for the dark haired Irish lad, but when he chose to succumb to them – he did it alone and with a bottle of alcohol at the ready. Rory and Nate hadn’t been in the room, hence why he’d chosen to take the chance and wallow for a few hours in the knowledge of the upcoming holidays. He really didn’t want to go home, knowing all too well the fate that awaited him, and with his newly found knowledge – he knew it would be worse than ever. Luckily, before the wallowing had gotten to the point of no return – his old friend Carlsberg had stepped in to bring him onto a higher, more enjoyable plane of existence. If his mother could see him now, he was sure she’d be disgusted – simply uttering that he was just like his alcoholic father. Charlie hardly considered himself alcoholic, he just knew how to enjoy himself. Extremely well.
His shuffling steps barely left the floor, the uneven clods of mud and grass threatening to trip him with every step. The lake shone further on, lit by the moon like a large jewel – beckoning Charlie wordlessly, glimmering through the trees. Still mumbling broken lyrics from Stealer’s Wheel – Charlie willingly obliged, vacantly recognising that one of his faults was being unable to completely say no. Except to his mother. Well. He didn’t know if he could…he hadn’t seen her for twelve, near thirteen years now.
As he closed the distance between himself and the lake, Charlie halted his own out of tune melody in favour of listening to the light strains of another. Blinking blearily – he halted in his tracks, unable to walk, sing and look out for the invisible singer at the same time. All part and parcel of being slightly drunk. Well, perhaps a little more than slightly. The moon was evidently feeling sympathetic to his cause, as it helpfully once again highlighted what his fuzz brain was blearily trying to find. The slim figure of a girl stood by the lake, her arms wrapped protectively around her form. The song was undoubtedly coming from her, and something in the reddish gleam of her hair caught by the wind brought a flash of recognition. A grin still played the corners of his mouth stupidly, but Charlie decided he could finally do with some company. Recognition was better than nothing, and he was sure he’d get his head round her in a moment.
Must be Sournois
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Post by savvy on Apr 17, 2008 20:43:30 GMT -5
First Name: Savannah 'Savvy'
Last Name: Lawrence
Age: 16
Appearance:
History:
Savannah Tiffany Lawrence was born into an 'average' Russian family, and up until she was twelve, her life was pretty simple and easy going. She was just a regular kid, with a regular family, and regular friends. Although, she didn't take her studies very seriousy. Savvy truly didn't care whether or not she succeeded in school, and she didn't put forth any effort. It didn't make any sense to her, but she wasn't trying to succeed either, which also contributed to the problem. Her parents, Kathleen and Robert Lawrence, hired a private tutor for Savannah, but she just refused to learn.
Over the years she developed some anger problems, and that landed her in anger management therapy. She felt like she was better than everyone else, and therefore treated them like dirt. Savvy didn't have much respect for her teachers, and at age twelve got a 'suggested removal' from her sixth grade teacher. She hadn't done anything bad enough to get expelled, but everyone understood the point, which was that maybe she could do better in another school. Robert was a full-time lawyer, and Kathleen was a nurse at the local hospital. Neither were in the position where they could quit their jobs and move to a different location and start over, so they sent Savvy to go live with her grandmother in France. They felt that maybe that would give her some time to be away from everything, and to maybe calm herself down.
Both of Savvy's parents were muggles; neither having any magical ability. But, at age fifteen, while Savannah was at her grandmother's house, strange things began to happen. It started out when she would lift her finger to reach for an object, but the object would fly into her hand. This shocked Savannah, and she didn't tell anyone about it. But as time went on, more and more unexplainable things began to happen. Later in the year, she received a letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Savvy wasn't familiar with the school, but as she continued reading, she realized the explanation for her powers lately. She was a witch.
Then, she finally decided to tell her grandmother about the letter. Marie, Savannah's grandmother, was truly getting tired of having Savvy as her company, and told her that she was more than welcome to go off to that school. Her attitude hadn't gotten much better since she had relocated, and was still disrespectful. So, she went off to Beauxbatons, where she was ready to begin her magical education. Maybe this would make more sense than regular school.
Personality:
As mentioned previously, Savannah doesn't have much respect for anyone but herself. She has recently had issues with talking back to adults, but after staying with her grandmother who let her do almost anything she wanted to do, she hasn't really had anything to talk back about. However, she does complain alot. Once she gets her way, she always finds something else to complain about. It's very difficult to please her, and it's also hard to get her in a good mood.
She isn't all that into school, and frequently fakes sicknesses or just skips class altogether. You would only find her studying if she was literally being forced to, although she is very good at wiggling herself out of trouble or getting out of things she doesn't want to do. Her family knows to give in to her way, because otherwise she will throw a fit. When she's mad, she yells and screams, and if you have a brain in your head you would know to avoid her at all costs at this time.
Savvy is extremely sarcastic with almost everything she says. Her few friends know this, but it is still difficult for them to tolerate it. Savannah knows it gets annoying, but she could really care less. It's difficult to tell when she's telling the truth, or when she's being sarcastic, because she does both with a straight face. Speaking of fooling others, she has a habit of lying. And, even for the stupidest things. It could be to get attention, to get out of trouble, or even if she just was making up a story because she had nothing else to talk about. One thing's for sure; if you want to be friends with Savvy Lawrence, you must have three things; patience, tolerance, and the ability to resist the temptation to kill her.
Sample RP:
"Savannah, we are going to be late." It was the aggravated low tone of her boyfriend, Matt. Although, you couldn't really call him her boyfriend, because though Matt really liked Savvy, she didn't feel the same way. However, rumors had been going around that the two were dating; obviously started by Matthew himself. Savvy didn't care what lies people chose to spread around, although everyone knew more than well not to go up to her and ask her to confirm it. Savannah would have a scene right there to anyone who dared to ask her if she was dating Matt. People pretty much knew it wasn't true, but they had to have something to gossip about.
She hadn't wanted to go with Matt in the first place, but he had asked her the day before the dance, and truly had to say yes. She couldn't show up alone, because all of her few so-called friends had dates already, and Savvy knew that not one of them would want to turn their group into a three-some. "I'm getting ready. Now shut up, because the longer you talk to me the longer it's going to take," she said in reply coldly. Grinning to herself in the bathroom, she was trying to take her time putting on her precious make up, because it was truly hysterical to watch Matt when he was annoyed.
Savannah had been in there for going on half an hour, and now she was just piddling around pretending like she was still working on her appearance. She figured she didn't have much more time that she could fool him with, so she walked out of the bathroom and said shortly, "I'm done." Matt had replied something like 'about time', but Savannah was grabbing her purse and was trying not to listen. She turned and took a final look in the mirror, and approved that she was looking great.
"Here," Matt said, handing Savannah a piece of paper. "I want you to call me tomorrow, and maybe we can meet up somewhere." Savvy unfolded the sheet, and noticed a seven digit phone number scribbled on the page. She couldn't tell the difference between the ones and sevens, but she didn't bother to ask which was which, because she had other plans in mind. "Okay," she said unenthusiastically. Savannah didn't know why he didn't wait until the end of the dance to make plans again, but for some reason he went ahead and did it before hand.
Matt opened the door of her room, and walked out. Savvy followed, with one hand reached for the nob to close the door, and the other hand, which the phone number resided in, reached out to the trash can beside the door, throwing away the scrap piece of paper. She wasn't going to meet up with Matt tomorrow. Not on her watch.
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[OOC: I just thought I would tell you that I am going to be signing on from Kylie Welbourne (Cossu Second Year)'s computer, or my other friend on my street (she doesn't have an account.) This website is blocked on my comp., as all proboards sites are, but my parents gave me permission to join this. But for some weird reason, they won't unblock the site, because they think it will unblock ALL Proboards sites. So anyway, I just wanted to let the Sorting Cloak know that even though the computer address is the same as hers, it's a different person. That's also why you'll probably be seeing two different addresses alot. =D I just didn't want Kylie to get in trouble, because I don't know if she already has the max. number of accounts allowed. Thanks.]
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Post by wayne on Apr 18, 2008 21:35:55 GMT -5
First Name:Anthony
Last Name: Spicer
Age: 17
Appearance: ![]() www.channingtatumclub.info/channing-tatum-photos/photos//t_016.jpg
[/img] PB: Channing Tatum Wayne is a very muscular guy and has either blond hair or a buz cut. He has an oval face with brown eyes attached. Sometimes his eyes will change color to blue. Once he was told one eye was blue and the other brown. History: Wayne is a half blood but he never knew it. His parents met in the United States and his father had no idea that Tracy, his wife’s real background. His mother had made up a fake background that Wayne’s father, Gene, believed. He knew she was hiding something and he didn’t find out and it was, to him, to late. His mother died with a bullet to her head when she crossed paths with a gang initiation ceremony. The Death hit wayne like the whole world was on him even though he really didn’t know his parents in his teen years and his childhood was a blur, all he could remember was growing up in an apartment. After the death, his father started to drink more than usual at the house and the house was a disaster. Wayne couldn’t stand that much of a smell of alcohol and smoke and he was out more often and getting home in the wee hours or not at all. 2 years passed and it was when school was coming to an end that a will appeared. The only thing that was left was a house outside Paris, France. He’d never been out of the U.S. and never heard of a house in Paris. They boarded the boat to France and when they pulled up to the house, it was more like a Victorian style ranch mansion on acres of land. When they settled into the house, Wayne was attached to a certain bedroom and he couldn’t understand why. He wasn’t a country person so he went to Paris ever day which was a short drive away. That’s where he met Emily and they started to date. In Mid July, she revealed that she was to attend a school near Marseilles. He went home that day and looked at a map, and noting the distance, he broke up with her the next day but they remained friends. after her departure, he lingered in the Parisian streets a few days a week but the rest he locked himself in his room and got back into his music. One day, months later, while he was looking for a sheet of paper he came across a worn piece of paper. It was a letter from Beauxbaton’s Academy of Magic addressed to him. The name of the school rang a bell and he remember that Emily said the school she was going to was called Beauxbatons but she didn’t say the rest. The magic part of it made him confused and the hidden part of his mother’s background was being revealed, the room, the letter, the house, everything. His dad, swamped in his new job, paid no attention to him and Wayne packed his stuff to go to this school he felt destined to go to even though he didn’t believe in destiny, just that everything happens for a reason. Personality:Wayne, as he’s perfered to be called, isn’t the prim and proper type of person. He has the basic manners but nothing extreme. He grew up in the streets his teen life and so he learned and grew up with others there. He learned to take on responsibilities and that;s how he got the personality and attitude about life from, he formed it himself. People say he grew up in the wrong crowd, but he’s proud of where he’s from, not the place on the map, but the area of mentality. He also learned to stick up for himself, others and what he believes in. He also doesn’t take crap from anyone. If someone gives him a minor attitude, he shrugs it off but if it rubs him the wrong way, he’s at their throat giving them their own medicine. He only has a large ego when it comes to his mental and physical strength. As a person outside, he isn’t shy, he makes his prescense known. However, he’s shy about revealing parts about who he is. Some reasons include because he doesn’t want or take pity and others because he doesn’t want people to judge him as a bad person. He doesn’t reveal who he is until he really knows someone and trusts them fully with his thoughts, feelings and past without blackmailing him or gossiping about him. Wayne’s a wild child. He takes risks whether if their good or bad. He’s also a night person. He isn’t quiet unless it comes to his ideas until their completely formed. He does have a calm side though, it isn’t common to see it though. He also is a rapper/singer and writes his own music. He loves music and he revolves his life around it. It’s what he’s always doing when he’s not making ruckus, although he makes ruckus when he’s testing his music. He doesn’t like large audiences when singing, 1-6 people is fine and he hates it when they clap. Sample RP: Wayne was confused as he boarded a carriage flown by white winged unicorns. He thought this was only possible in fairy tales but he guessed, as he saw it, it wasn’t just in books. And although this was all new to him, it seemed familiar. When the clouds cleared a large white castle appeared with expansive lawns formed his view out the window. When they descended, he saw students dueling with magic on the grounds. The carriage parked and he headed through huge doors to a large entrance hall. When he walked in, the room was filling quickly with students in swooping robes and shirts and ties and skirts from all hallways and rooms and staircases. He wasn’t dressed in anything special or any type of uniform, only a large white shirt and baggy pants and sneakers which was typical for him. He pushed himself through the crowd to where he heard other students saying that the sorting ceremony was held.[/blockquote][/size] Confusing lol. You have traits from all three houses. I think you may be best suited for.... Rouerie |
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