Sorting (Term Nine)

[mrstodd]

First Name:Dalea

Last Name:Linden

Age:16

Appearance:

Dalea is a averaged sized girl, she normally wears outfits that consist of jeans and any type of shirt (normally not anything to reveling.) Some times she will wear dresses,depending on her mood. She can look somewhat dramatic (not like a drama queen but a person into acting.) She has long dark brown hair that reaches down a good portion of her back. It can be found in a bun, pony tail, down, straight, curly, wavy, and many other styles. Her eyes are a deep brown color, almost like her hair. She is normally smiling, even if shes not happy, it all comes with her acting abilities.




History:

Dalea was born on the border of Sweden and Norway. After her mother gave birth her father stole her and killed the woman, which Dalea knows nothing but this about. After that he took off to France to raise her in a very private mansion hidden in the tall hills of the northern country. There he raised her well, teaching her how to do the things she does now, dark magic, and helping her to be like him, evil. He did send her to learn her musical abilities over the summer at a private tutors named Marie Arvu. It was there she learned to sing properly, act, and play the flute.

When Dalea wasn't at Marie's she was home living with her father and being tough to be strong. This cycle of learning started when she was 6 and continues on till' today. She lives with Marie half the summer, her father the other, living at beauxbatons the rest of the time.

Personality:

Dalea is a rather innocent person, or at least thats how she seems. Really she is a smart, creative person. She is into anything musical or dramatic (acting). She may be the tad bit self centered but its not as bad as some of the people she has noticed around. All her life she has been dreaming of her future as a dark witch. She never doubted that part of her, and never will. She get very decent marks in school, and all the teachers love her,obviously they nothing of the true her. She has a extremely lovely singing voice, and a knack for being on the stage. Along with all of this shes noticed that she doesn't have that little voice in her head, a conscience, that everyone talks about.

Sample RP:

Dalea was slightly taken back by Vincent. This didn't seem like something she would expect from him, and when she looked closer at his clothes, especially a Gryffindor. "Why do you have to walk alone? I figured you would make friends with others of our kind rather quickly. You seem. . ." She paused thinking for the right word to describe him. "Full of character." She didn't know if this would help him much but she had never had to actually care about many others, she only cared for friends and family. And she had little of both. "Maybe, you could stop protecting the weak and innocent, unless if they are certain people who matter to you. Thats what I've done all my life and its worked out good so far." She shrugged hopping he wouldn't take this the wrong way. Dalea never denied that others did care for the innocent, others who she could never relate to. Her parents never taught her to be that way, and she never doubted her parents.

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Must be Cossu

There was bound to be an evil Cossu eventually!

[seneca]

First Name: Seneca

Last Name: Falls

Age: 16

Appearance: Seneca's appearance in other words is quite unique she has sterling bright blue eyes and a eye catching smile which is always on her beautiful but pale face which she inherited from her father because her mother is very tan.She is a averaged size girl but gets sun burnt alot in the Summer months which adds a little reddness to her pale face which isn't a bad thing at all.She usually wears blue jeans with a couple rips in the back of them because she could really care less about.She has long brown wavy hair with some bright pink highlights that compliments her pink lips but the highlights of her hair changes showing how unpredictable she can be at times.Her usual t-shirt consists on a old 80's hair metal band or something retro and totally unusual that she found on sale in a store in the mall somewhere.



History: Seneca comes from a long line of Native American people that lived in America her father is from Britain and her Native American mother is from a Senecaian Indian tribe,you might say that her family history sounds like something from the Pocahontas tale from the legendary Walt Disney movie but her history is far from that or is it?.Her mother and father met while her mother Fala was working in her late teens in her fathers old small Native American Museum in the Schoharie mountains ,Her father Daniel Falls was studying American History while trying to major in History at his university he was attending and he was also very intrested in the Iroquoi Indians so he came to America to get a first hand experience but he had no idea at the time he was going to meet the love of his life Fala in a petit museum in the middle of nowhere in a whole different country,they fell totally in love after a couple of outings together and after two years Seneca was born their one and only child.Seneca was born on a cold October day,the coldness and the wind could not stop Fala's and Daniels happiness of their new born child of theirs,she had Daniels bright blue eyes and Fala's long black hair in Daniel's and Fala's eyes she was perfect they couldn't ask for anything more.For the first 10 years of Senecas life she lived in America with her mother while her father was on business trips in Britain..she spent day after day in her mothers musem alone she really didn't connect with children her age at her school..but she had one best friend Michelle they spent every weekend together.When she wa sjust graduateing from Elementary school she got a phone call from her dad asking her if she would like to live outside of London with him well she couldn't resist so she said yes..she never would regret it and that was the day she discovered she had the talent of magic.

Personality: Seneca's personality is quite colorful but has changed quite a bit since she was the soft spoken girl that she once was. She is now bright,bubbly,caring,witty,curious and downright unusual and the opposite of self centered .She tends too love the little things in life like blowing bubbles in the bright sunshine but all in all Seneca is independent she always fights for what she believes in but she is very open-minded and she thinks anything is possible in this world even if it's a UFO perhaps.She's fascinated by the Paranormal and it is her life long dream to discover it's hidden secrets and what it has in store for the World.Seneca is part seer but she can control if she wants to see what she wants to see and if it is of importance.

Sample RP: Senecas day wasn't as perfect as she thought it would be,being home alone sounded great but on second thought having no-one around for a week just seemed unbearing.The cloudy windless day didn't excite her she saw the sun pop in and out of the thick clouds once in a while but today of all days she couldn't stand it.She tryed calling her friends but only to get their voicemail which she hated leaveing messages becuase her friends tend to call back at exactly the wrong moment so she did'nt bother after calling 3 of her closest friends.She continued to sit on her bed lonely justing listening to her old house creak as it aged ever so slightly untill she heard the moter engine on the small mail truck arrive at her letter box she jumped out of her purple fluffy bed to receive the mail.The floor creaked as she ran down the stairs and out the old cedar door untill the letter box was a foot from her she reached in and saw a blue lacey letter labeled Beauxbatons,that exited her greatly so she ripped it open forcefully and realized she had been selected to join this was the best most exciteing thing in days that she screamed.

Watch out for spelling errors, use spell check it really helps.

Must be Rouerie

i was bound to miss one somewhere

[rtard]

First Name: Diamanta Iolanthe
Last Name: Renoir
Age: 16

Appearance: Di has large, slanted eyes that are blue-grey in color. Of all her features, she loves her eyes the most. Her hair is jet black, but she thinks that it’s the most boring of the boring colours. To liven it up, she’ll sometimes add streaks of colour: pink, yellow, blue…whatever she feels like.

Di is tall, standing at about 5’9”. She’s slender, and she hates it. She thinks she looks like a tree, tall and lanky, with limbs that don’t match her torso.
History: It was a warm June evening (June 17th to be exact) in Versailles, France when Diamanta Renoir came into the world.

The youngest daughter of Allura and Toussaint Renoir, she was spoiled as a young child; not in the ‘she got whatever she wanted whenever she wanted’ kind of way, but in the ‘she always got more than her siblings’ way.

Growing up, Di and her parents tried hard to control the ‘random bursts of magic’ that occasionally erupted from her. Anytime that the young child was frustrated or scared, she’d unwillingly perform small magical acts. It was worse for her than her siblings, as she was a rollercoaster of emotion.

When the 11-year-old Pureblood received her letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, she was ecstatic. She was the last in her family to attend the school, and she had been looking forward to it forever.

Her schooling so far has been pretty uneventful. She’s made a few friends, started learning the wonderful spell that is Reducto, and caused a bit of drama.

Personality: There are many layers to Diamanta, but the most prominent is bubbly. She loves to make friends, and she is an encyclopedia of gossip. She’s very bold, and loves to experiment with new clothing and hair styles.

Underneath the surface, Di is a bit self-conscious. She constantly has to contend with her older, prettier, smarter, more focused, more popular siblings, and she doesn’t think she’s good enough to be in the same family as them. She hides her insecurities behind a mask of boys and crazy, attention-grabbing styles.

Like most girls, Di has a bit of a mean streak. If she feels like someone in invading her territory, she’ll do whatever it takes to eliminate the threat. She’s been spoiled most of her life, and she doesn’t take kindly to people telling her ‘no’. She hates rules, and will sometimes break them if she thinks they’re useless.

All in all, Di is a pretty well-rounded person. She has her good days and bad days, her ups and downs, and a great group of people to help her through them.

Sample RP: “Get out!” the 16-year-old squealed.

Di threw her arms around her father and hugged him tightly. After years of trying to convince him, he was finally letting her move out to the guest house. She could already picture it: nonstop parties, sleepover after sleepover, and her friends were never going home.

”But there are some conditions.”

Di’s smile faltered. Her parents always managed to rain on her parade with their ‘rules’ and whatnot. She let out a sigh, then sat down heavily on the bed. “Alright, let’s hear them.”

Very difficult to sort! But in the end, it must be Sournois

[tinkob]

First Name: Sarah
(middle name is Lyra but she hates it)
Last Name: Axford

Age: 15

Appearance: Naturally she is brunette, with blue eyes. However being a metamorph things change. She always wears her hair long, typically brunette, strawberry blonde or a dark purple/violet colour. She changes her eye colour according to her mood, and is fairly tall, but has more curves than most girls her age. Her skin is pale, something she is rather self-concious about, if there is a boy near by that she likes she may morph so her skin tone is slightly darker.

History: Sarah is a pure-blood, though she, nor any of her family, ever particularly cared about blood status. She lives (was raised) with her Grandmother. Her Grandfather died (run in with a giant) leaving her Grandmother to raise her Mother by herself. Her mother was a squib, and was raped by a pure-blood wizard. Thus resulting in Sarah’s birth. Because of this traumatic conception Sarah’s mother hated her and abandoned her. She has lived all over the world (and speaks many languages, including Mermish), as her Grandmother likes to travel, but they settled down in France so Sarah could attend Beauxbatons academy. She is also a metamorphmagus, which she thinks she inherited from her Grandmothers side (although their hasn’t been any for many generations.)

Personality: Sarah is a bit of a rebel, but fiercely loyal. She gets along well with many people, but trusts few with the position of ‘friend’. She is studious, but not overtly so, and enjoys painting and writing very in her spare time. However she has a love for excitement, and sometimes danger. Because of this she loves Quiditch, and would like to be an Auror when she leaves school. Sarah tends to crack jokes often, but her loose mouth can sometimes get her into trouble. She has high expectations of herself, and other people, and if these aren’t met she gets severely disappointed.

Sample RP: She smiled adoringly at the crest emblazed on the powder blue trunk in front of her, its contents packed neatly (thanks to her Grandmothers constant badgering.)
“Okay, my trunk is packed. Now where is my suitcase?” Her hair turned a light hearted strawberry blonde as she withdrew her suitcase form under the bed, its teal leather contrasted with the paler blue of her robes.
Just as she closed her suitcase Elita jumped upon it.
“So your ready to go back too?” She asked scratching the black cat behind the ears. “I just need to get my book bag and then we can go.” The cat mewed happily.

“How do I look Nana?”
“Like a true Beauxbatons student!” Replied the older women. Her face held traces of glamour, but the years had worn must of it away.
“Well that is reassuring.” Her Grandmother began to ramble about watching her attitude, while her Granddaughter did a mental check, ensuring all the things she would need were packed.
“Honestly, I hope you don’t speak like that at school! Now get your broom otherwise you’ll be late.”
Sarah grabbed her broom from the wooden closet in the corner of the small cottage, she almost squealed with joy.
“I still can’t believe you bought me a Firebolt for my birthday! It’s got to be the greatest present ever!” Her grandmother smiled at youthful exitment.
“Just remember to take good care of it.” At that she waved her wand and the broom care kit flew out from the cupboard into Sarah’s hand.
“I was just going to pack that in my book bag I swear.”
“I think it’s time for you to leave. Be good, and watch your mouth!” The old women said pulling her Grandaughter into a hug.
“Yes Nana, I’ll be good I promise.” And before her Grandmother could speak again: “I’ll study hard. Please don’t forget to feed my Plimpies this time!” With that she kissed her Grandmother and was out the front door, her black cat following excitedly.
“Back to Beauxbatons!”

There are a few things that bother me. First, I dont think she wouldn't be a pureblood since her mother is a squib. That basically breaks the lines as far as family blood lines go. Second, be careful with the languages thing. The being able to speak a lot of languages and her personality the way it is...its like she's perfect, but not too perfect, you know what I mean? Just be careful when you RP her.

Must be Rouerie

[blissabella]

I have chnaged this alittle bit like the History and Personality but not the RPG, I hope its better.
First Name: Cinderella
Last Name: Chevlede-Vellto
Age: 15
Appearance:
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History: Cinderella was born in Paris in to a rich family, her mother died just before after giving birth to her. She was adopted by her mothers cousin, Cinderella got given all of her mothers money, and everything else her mother owned, she was also the heir to her family's fortune as her grandparents had mysteriously disappeared, and her mothers siblings had all been killed.

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

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

Cinderella's parent didn't really want her to go to Beauxbatons, even though her other siblings did, they wanted her to go to Durmstrang or Hogwarts, preferably Hogwarts as her father has arranger for her to marry another dark wizard who is five years older then her, but Cinderella wouldn't listen and ended up going to Beauxbatons, which she was very happy about, and hope she can find a better suitor then the guy she is already engaged to.

Personality:
Cinderella is a very snobbish person to most people, she does try to be kind, but find it difficult, she seems to have a split personality, she can be kind to some people and mean to others, she isn't a genius as to say but is smart, and very witty, especially when she is insulting people. She is very fun loving, and loves animals of all shape and sizes, she is also a fan of poetry even though she doesn't care much for her classes.Dare devil she will do anything if its dangerous or will most likely get her into trouble, but rarely get caught out.

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

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

Your RP still needs some work, really. You have a lot of run on sentences and you use way too many commas. I'll sort you anyways, but from now on please watch for your grammatical mistakes.

Must be Sournois

[margaretfarris]

First Name: Margaret Oktober
Last Name: Farris
Age: 15
Appearance: i176.photobucket.com/albums/w161/LizParker_2007/Roswell149.jpg
History: Margaret was born to an Elinor and James Farris. They were a new couple on the streets. James Marco Farris was a wealthy lawyer in Hollywood. Elinor Oktober Farris was an actress//singer who was not very well known. They had met when James was proceeding in a law suit against her best friend. James specialized in injuries. Elinor's best friend had been drunk and she had whacked an eight year old boy on the streets three months ago. Somehow James and Elinor met after Sandy, her best friend had payed the fine. They went to a club and found each other there. Immediately it was love at first sight. They got married a year later, both were 26. Soon a baby girl was born, Margaret Oktober Farris.

After they had had a kid things started to go wrong. Elinor didn't want to take care of Margaret because she was meant to be a star. Jame's was "too busy" to take care of Margaret so Margaret was sent to live with her grandmother about five miles from the city. Margaret was still a toddler at the time so she didn't know what was happening. Surprisingly Elinor and James stayed together, each sticking with his/hers career. They decided to have no more children, since the last had been such a struggle.

Margaret was now eight and she knew what she was going to be, a star. She was going to have paparazzi following her and Margaret Farris would be in every movie you ever saw. Her name would shine brightly on the front page of the newspaper. This was her dream. Everyday she would say her favorite lines from the book she was reading and she would act out all the parts, by the end she had become... a drama queen. There was one exception though, she didn't like to exaggerate much so she kept things like it was. She had no touch of magic blood in her beautiful veins. Not that anyone knew.

When she turned 13 her grandmother died and she went to her parents. Margaret sometimes acted in plays with her mother or rehearsed lines. With her father she got his office so organized, only she could find anything. She eventually put labels on drawers and shelves so it was then easier. Then came the problem of school. She had been to a private school with her grandmother's money, but now she had no place to go. Margaret didn't even like school, she didn't need to know math, she already knew how to read and that would be all she would need to be an actress. Her parents shipped her off to France to live with her cousins and attend a cheap school there. She now needed to learn the language of French. It was hard, but she learned it, she even had the accent down.

Everyday in her diary Margaret would right
Here in France
Where you can find romance
Lives a true star
Shining bright
Like a light
Sitting in the car
I am her
That crazy little girl

She knew she was meant for Hollywood, but fate would not allow it. She loved her cousins and that's what kept her from crying. She soon found a thick envolope on her bed with an owl next to it. "Shoo, shoo!" The owl fled, butthe envolope stayed. The letting was of acceptance. She was going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Personality: Margaret is stubborn and she likes to get her way. She is tough, she should be from what she had to go through. She does not cry, she has taken a vow to never cry again. Margaret is a good secret keeper and you can trust her. She is about as outgoing as a rock. She get's really, really shy. She is good at making others feel better. She doesn't like to study and if you're not her friend, you better watch out. You'll ask yourself, "When did that B***h get here. She also has a soft side for animals and her friends and aquantinces. She will always be there for her bests also for her enemies. Sometimes she will like you and actually go up to you, rather than you to her. She will always have a smile on her face, that is when shes around friends. Margaret has a good sense of humor and she loves to laugh, she is really easy to get laughing. It's pretty histarical.

Sample RP: Margaret looked at her parents for the last time. Her whole body told her to cry, she couldn't, she would never cry again. She looked at their sweet, crying faces and she hugged them tight, then she turned and walked to her gate and into the plane. This would take a while, a plane ride to France. She looked around for where she wanted to sit, she was taking southwest so she could sit where ever pleased her. That was her favorite part. She looked around and she saw a girl younger than herself, about a year, she walked in her direction.

"Hi, I'm Margaret. Ma I sit there?" Margaret said in a kind voice, she indicated to the aisle seat, the girl was sitting in the window seat.

"Of course you can sit here. Nice to meet you Margaret. My name's Eliza." Eliza said with uncertanty. This was a new thing for Margaret. She had been a bit outgoing, then and there she pledged that she would try to be outgoing.

Margaret and Eliza sat quietly, until Margaret needed to break this awkward silence. "Why are you going to France." Eliza didn't seem to hear her, but after a ten second pause she told her.

"I'm, a, I'm going to this school, it's for the weird people like me." Eliza said this quickly and uncomfortably. Margaret decided to drop the subject. She stared at the window across from them. The clouds were big and fluffy beneath them. Oh, how she longed to sleep on them.

Margaret then thought back on what Eliza had said, "A school for weird people like me." What could this mean? MArgaret was confused, she didn't like to be confused. Confusion made her sleepy. Margaret's faint eyelids fluttered to a close. The next things she knew whas that they were in France.

Her personality bothers me a little. Its as if you wanted her to be perfect so you made her a little of everything. When you roleplay, please try to make her a bit more real.

Must be Sournois

[keegan]

First Name: Keegan

Last Name: Komatsu-Moran

Age: 16

Appearance:


History:
As the sun began to rise on a cold January morning, a dark-haired baby boy with eyes of blueish-gray was born to Grady Moran and Sachiko Komatsu. He was given the name Keegan Yasuhiro, after his great-grandfathers on both sides of the family. He was the second child in his generation, with a sister, Arin Michiko, three years his senior. Little did the Komatsu-Moran family know that this extraordinary boy would be able to See things that the normal wizard could not, for behind his beautiful eyes was a rare power that would greatly help him in his future years.

The Moran family was a large and powerful pure-blooded Irish family. However, the future generations of this family would no longer be pure-blooded, for the last Moran with pure blood, Grady, married a Japanese Muggle-born witch whom he met on holiday in Japan. The two had three beautiful children; daughter Arin Michiko (19), son Keegan Yasuhiro (16), and son Crevan Takahiro (10). After hearing of a renown school of magic located in France called Beauxbatons, the Komatsu-Morans moved to the beautiful city of Marseille, France, and learned how to speak French. The family visits Ireland and Japan each three times a year.

The family learned that Keegan had Seer-blood when he was able to correctly See the events of the upcoming Christmas. He knew all the presents each family member was getting three months before the holiday arrived. Keegan is the third Seer in the Moran family (the first was his great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother, and the second was his great-great-great grandfather) and of course, the first Seer in the Komatsu family.

Arin attended Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and graduated at the age of 18. Now Keegan is ready to attend the prestigious school his sister talked so much about on her summer, Christmas, and Easter holidays. Will the school live up to Keegan's great expectations?

Personality:
Keegan is a very mysterious boy. He usually keeps to himself, and enjoys watching others try to figure him out. When you first meet him, you'd ponder on his complexity, and be intrigued to find out more about him, which is how Keegan makes friends. He also has a very good sense of humor, and once you know him well, he'll always make you laugh or smile. He also loves art, and could easily be found with a sketchpad, sitting under a tree on the school grounds, sketching his surroundings.

Keegan can sometimes act like a know-it-all. He's pretty intelligent, and isn't afraid to flaunt it. He may use his ability to See as an excuse to brag to others. Also, his vagueness may be seen as unfriendliness, and could turn others away from him.

Sample RP:
The bitter fall winds blew harshly on the colorful trees near the lake. Keegan sat under one of the trees, sketching the lake and the trees surrounding it. The leaves on the tree he was beneath were gently falling, and a few fell on top of him. That didn't matter to Keegan though; if he broke his concentration even the slightest, he knew the meaning within his picture wouldn't be what he intended. After a half an hour, he had finally finished sketching. He was reaching for his pastels when he saw younger brother dashing toward him with some sort of envelope.

"KEEGAN!" Crevan shouted as he raced toward his brother, clutching the envelope with all his might so the winds didn't blow it away. He reached Keegan and handed him the slightly crumpled envelope before slumping underneath the tree, trying to catch his breath.

Keegan examined the envelope. It was ivory-colored, with linings of sky blue. It couldn't be.. Keegan thought, staring at the envelope that looked so similar to the envelope Arin got a few years ago...her acceptance letter to Beauxbatons. Eager to see if his wildest dreams were to come true, Keegan tore open the envelope, grabbed the letter, and could hardly believe what he read.

Keegan leaped from the ground and hollered in delight. He picked up his brother, who was still panting from the long run, and squeezed him tightly.

"What did the letter say?" Crevan asked his brother, who was now beginning to run in circles around the lake. Keegan stopped running and darted to Crevan.

"I got into Beauxbatons," Keegan said, as the biggest grin to ever grace his face appeared.

Must be Cossu

[missannalee123]

[/b] Anna

Last Name: Lee

Age: Sixteen

Appearance: Click

History:

Anna Skye Lee is the oldest of her siblings, she is fifteen and happy with her life. She has two siblings one sister, Jade Nora Lee who is 15 and a younger brother, Toby Phineas Lee who is 13. Anna is of two origins Japanese and French, she is also 1/4 Spanish. Her parents are Nordellia Ursa Lee and Dimitri Jordan Lee, Anna's mother is Japanese and is a Veela. Though her father is 1/2 French and 1/2 Spanish and is a Half-Blood.

Even though there is a lot of history behind Anna's family she likes to keep it a secret at times. Though since she's the oldest, her grandparents used to tell her most of their family's history and they would give her family heirlooms to keep safe as a memory. Though, those weren't just any heirlooms, they were magical heirlooms that could tell secrets of the Lee's family history, and it could only be revealed to a Lee family member. There was one secret that Anna had found out on her own with the use of one of the heirlooms, the secret mirror.

The story was of her great-uncle Henry Oragedale Lacrymosa, who betrayed the Lee and Lacrymosa families. He joined dar

Personality:

Anna is a very outgoing person and she loves to laugh. She can be annoying at times though a cool person. She is always smiling and could bring a happy vibe to any sad day. Her friends would call her Miss Anna Lee, because of her rocker style and friendly behavior. Despite of her rocker look, Anna can be shy which can have it's benefits at times, she can also be a little argumentative but it's only when she is defending herself or others.

Anna is also a curious person which could mean that she could be curious in education, people, or just in general. Although of her bubbly personality, Anna is a pretty smart cookie and can usually pass any class, though she is only an average person when it comes to education. She mostly loves to hang out with her friends, learn, play her guitar and piano, sing, or just have fun.

Art is very important to Anna, because the only thing she has is art and music that would make her happy in hard times in her life. She would mostly express her feelings by painting pictures, writing songs and music, or just writing poetry.

Her biggest flaws are being too nice, having a bad attitude (at times), being too curious, and drinking too much coffee.

Sample RP:

The harsh winds blew as the trees and tall grass swayed making a soft whistle. It was only seven in the morning when a tree branch that was knocking on Anna's window, that made her wake up with a bad mood. She always hated where her room was just because of the big tree that stood in front of her house. So as Anna jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom, her cell phone rang with that same melody as the trees were making.

As Anna took her phone off of the nightstand, it stopped ringing. She opened her phone and it said one miss call. Anna didn't even bother to know who it was because it was probably one of her friends to ask her to go shopping, or it could just be her neighbor trying to prank call her.

As soon as Anna got all dressed for the day she hurried down the stairs to see what was for breakfast. As she arrived at her living room she saw a note that was resting down on the coffee table. She unfold it and read:

Dear Ann,

We're sorry we didn't wake you up, but you often have a bad mood in the mornings, especially if someone wakes you up in the morning. So we just went out for breakfast and we'll get something for you. If you need anything just call.

Love,
Mom and Dad

As Anna finished reading the letter she placed it down where it was. "Great my parents and siblings left without me to eat breakfast out," said Anna sarcastically with a shrug. As Anna headed over to the kitchen to grab some cereal, the door bell rang.

"Package for Nordellia and Dimitri Lee," said the delivery guy who handed the package to Anna. Anna then signed the paper on the clip-board and closed the door. Anna then turned to investigate the package, when she found a piece of paper with the name Henry Oragedale Lacrymosa.[/size][/ul][/font]

I see you took out what we talked about.

Must be Cossu.

[heather]

First Name:Heather

Last Name:Johnson

Age:15

Appearance:

History:Heather Ann Johnson was born in a little town near France. Heather was born in her family house and she was very happy to be born with her family in the same room. Heather was the last baby to be born in the Johnson family. She has three older brothers and two older sisters. Her one older brother is not a twin but the other two brothers and sisters are twins though. Heather and her family lived in a pretty small house even if it was a two-story house. The two sets of twins got there rooms while the older one had the basement as his room.But to Heather her room was the attic.

Heather was always the one that got the last attention only because they have to look after her older brother and her brothers and sisters always fight so she was then one that got really little attention and also got little time from her parents to help her with her homework. When Heather got her letter from Beauxbatons where all of her family went. For Heather though she worked with her father at his diner in town and she loved it everyone though everyone that was going there also went to her school so she was made fun of but when Heather got the letter she was happy because once she got it she ran down the stairs and showed her mom and dad.

Heather was so happy and she loved it. So she and her mom went to the place where they get there school supplies and she got a wand and some other stuff even her school outfit which she loved even though its blue(blue is one of her favorite colors). Heather then went to the carriage to go to school. Heather loved it in there she was so amazed with how much room there was in there with all of the students and there stuff. When the first years got into the great hall she was sorted a little later then most of the students and she was happy to be in a school where her siblings go and she is proud that she is going there but then she never got attention from them before.

After Heather got sorted she put down the cloak and went over to the table where her house is. Heather smiled some as she can't believe that she got into amazing school and she can't wait until she went to classes.

Personality:Heather is a shy girl and she feels lonely sometimes when she is at home and when all of her family members sorta protective of her and not actually talking to her at all. She is more of a girl that says nothing offensive of telling people no but she actually studies and reading more then telling people no and telling people off. Heather is a girl that barely talks to anyone at all unless she known them from a long time even though that well only be the family and the people from the diner.

Heather also is a girl that likes to keep things to herself except when it comes to classes and she knows the answer to the question. She also never disobeys any kind of order unless she has a good excuse to cover it up with. Which is never really at all. Heather also never really disobeys anyone but she is good at doing her homework and studying and reading as she is a girl that never really shows her true colors at all since she never really has a chance at all to no one. She also is a tomboy/girly-girl and she wears things that sometimes shows that she is a tomboy but then other times it looks like she is a girly-girl and sometimes she dresses with them both.

Sample RP:Heather woke up just when the sun was starting to come up. Heather got up and looked around since she was in her attic-room. Heather got up and yawned some as she stretched before getting out of bed. Heather then walked over to her desk as she sat down and started to do her homework again. Heather is wearing a pink tank-top with pink striped pajama pants. Heather just sat there doing her homework as she loved her room. Since her room is huge and she has mostly everything in it that she ever wanted. In her room she has a bed,dresser,night tables,a desk,lamps,rug,a big chair. Everything in it was pink/blue since she is a girly-girl and a tomboy.

Heather continued on doing her homework until she was called down for breakfast. Heather sighed some as she got out of the desk chair and went downstairs. By the time she got there she got in a chair and started to eat breakfast. After she eat her breakfast she grabbed a tall glass of orange juice and went into her room to continue on with her homework. Heather then went on with her homework as she sat down her cup on her desk. Heather then continued to do her homework. She then got up and got dressed as she pulled back her hair into a ponytail as she went back to her homework.

She is wearing a blue top with a pair of pants with a pink strips down both of the sides of her pants. Heather then continued on with her homework but after she was done with all of her homework she sighed some as she looked around some as she is bored now. Heather then looked out her window as the sun is up now. Heather went over to her sun bed as she looked out the window as she noticed a book that she was reading last night before she fell asleep.

Must be Rouerie

[cambby]

»First name: Cam

»Last name: Stone

»Age: Seventeen

»Appearance: Cam

»History: Cam grew up in a house with a crazy amount of brothers and sisters. He was the middle child of eight. Most of them were half siblings. In house with ten people living in it is kind of a challenge most of the time. Cam got in a lot of trouble for what his brothers, and sisters had done, and he soon after that became the outcast of all the kids. He was different, and later in his life it would show more than other times.

He never really was a trouble maker when he was younger. It all started when his little sister was killed. Even if the two of them weren't close at all it still hurt him..a lot. It was almost like something snapped in him. After that point in time Cam started going crazy, and getting in all kinds of trouble. Most people started to describe him as a 'brat' he tried anything, and everything to make his parents mad, and it always seemed to work.

It wasn't until he was older did his mom tell him about being a wizard. It was a lot to handle, and that all of his younger siblings were too. The only thing was his dad didn't know anything about it. Cam knew exactly what would happen if he or his mother let anything slip about it. It was kind of hard to handle because of the fact that people only assume wizards, and witches are mainly in books, but this was actually real, and he was an actual wizard.

»Personality: Cam might be the most straight up person anyone will ever know. He can tell you anything, and everything he doesn't like about you, and he will be brutally honest without caring what you think, but he's not mean. He's far from it. He will give people the most respect he can, but the moment they do something to him that respect he had for you goes away.

»Sample Post: The sun was bright, and the heat was almost unbearable. It wasn't summer yet, but it sure did feel like it today. Cam put his hand up to his forehead, and wiped some of the small beads of sweat that were forming on his face away. He hated when it was this hot outside. It was so miserable, and your skin got so sticky with the humid air.

Someone had to be crazy to be spending so much time outside today. So Cam started using his head, and went inside. Opening the doors he walked in, and was instantly cooled. He didn't know if a school this large had air conditioning, but it sure did feel a lot better inside then it did outside. What he wanted to do was go lay down in the dorm room, but the common room was so far away that it was kind of depressing just thinking about walking all the way up there.

So he thought of something else to do. He wanted to go to the towers. He didn't know why, but he had the feeling that is was going to feel even better up there. Walking through the halls was almost torture. There were so many people that walking through them eventually got to be hot, and uncomfortable. So when he made it to the stairs that led up to the clock tower he was relieved.

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How did his sister die? I need to know you put thought into that instead of just deciding that she would be dead to spice up his history lol. Also, add more to his personality.

[deano]

First Name: Brandi

Last Name: Monsoon

Age: 15

Appearance:



History:

Brandi is a Pureblood witch, strong in Sea Magic. Her mother was descended from a long line of pirates and sea faring folk, who used old magic to coax the wind to their sails and fish to their nets. It soon became part of them, a part of their very nature, needing no wand to call it. Sea Magic was a gift that had been passed down from mother to daughter, but it was rare to have a child that could summon a storm at only 3 years old, when she was angry. Such a child was considered either dangerous, and was sent off to land, or a blessing, and was trained for many years under the command of a tutor or close relative.
Her parents often traveled and when she was younger they took her along on their trips, mainly to help her tune her magic to the ocean. Her mother was a cold hearted woman, who taught her daughter to show no emotion, while her father was a jolly man. Brandi was born during a storm on the Atlantic Ocean. Sailors aboard her father’s ship told her that folk from the lost city of Atlantis must have blessed her birth. Until recently she had been tutored in magic while her father ferried supplies among other things across the seas to and from American and Europe. Her mother had argued that she should be in a boarding school, learning how to be a proper lady for her future husband, rather then running around on a sea vessel. When she turned 15, her father finally caved in to her mother’s wishes, and so she was sent to the most prestigious school in Europe, Beauxbatons.

Personality:

Brandi is a very nice person, though when you get on her bad side by lying and trying to cheat her, she is rather like a dragon, fierce and vicious and not very forgiving. She can hold a grudge for what seems like forever, and if you ever do get back on her good side, she is not very trusting. Other then that she is fun to be around and often makes up random sayings, and experiments with magic. She is talented drama and dance student and gives special attention to the fine arts. She is often a little slow to learn things, but as soon as she figures it out, she picks it up fast. She isn’t the best public speaker and sometimes finds it hard to get friends, since she seems so quiet.

Sample RP:

Brandi stood alone in the hallway of her parent’s house. Her best friend had lied to her, had lied to everyone. She stared where the girl had stood moments before, calling her terrible names.

“If only she knew what others said behind her back,” Brandi whispered in the empty hallway, her eyes filling with tears.

She had protected her friend from the girls who would stab her in the back, the ones that wouldn’t think twice about spilling her darkest secrets and her darkest fears. Something she would never do to anyone. Brandi left the hallway quickly, heading for the bathroom. Entering the bathroom she caught sight of her reflection. She looked awful, with red eyes and tangled hair. She splashed her face with cold water, hoping beyond hope that her terrible memories would leave her, like the water she wiped off her face. She turned away from the reflection staring back at her, and headed to her room. Lying on her bed, she thought back to all those memories, the good and the bad. Perhaps when she started at her new school she would make real friends. One’s that didn’t stab you in the back, simply because you left to a different school. Sleep over came her and her eyelashes fluttered softly as she slipped into a dream state.

Explain in her history what her "sea magic" is and what the weaknesses are.

Fixed it, hope its better.

You have Cossu interests... but I think your personality is more Sournois! Must be Sournois!

[hplover1334]

First Name:Rosalie

Last Name:Hunter

Age:16

Apperance:

History: Rosalie was born in Rome to a mom,dad and older brother. Rosalie was raised in a rich life and she always captured the attention of boys. Her mother basically raised Rosalie on stage and taught her to sing. Rosalie's brother was always supporting her and helping her along and is her #1 fan. Her brother tries to help out with their mom as best as he can since he is the man of the house now.

Rosalie always loved to sit and watch outside her window and draw nature. Rosalie is a fashion queen and loves to do makeovers. When she was 15 her father left to another woman, than Rosalie's mother decided to move to France than Rosalie was excepted to Beauxbatons. She also has a pet chihuahua named Duke which she loves dearly.


Personality: Rosalie is a fashion queen and a drama queen. She loves to be on stage and she is a very good singer and actress. Her downside is that she is sorta a dumb blond and she talks to much. She can be sorta stuck up but she is very sweet and loves to laugh, She is also peppy. But she is very sensitive about her father and she gets jealous really easily when she seems girls and their fathers because she knows she doesn't have one. She gets depresses very easily if she remembers her father or anything at all that reminds her of him. She can also be cold hearted and rude if someone makes her mad.

Rosalie also has her good and bad days. She gets confused pretty easily, and she really loves pink and she is a very much a girlygirl. You will always see her in dresses or skirts that have some flair to it.


Sample RP:

"I don't understand Mom!" Rosalie complained.

"Rose sweetie,I'm sorry but I think that its time we need to move."Her mother pleaded with her daughter.

"Mom I have friends and a big play coming up!" Rosalie pushed.

"I know but there are other wizards schools and I'm sure you'll meet new friends and you'll be able to do more plays." Her mother smiled."Now I don't want to hear anymore, go pack your things we leave tomorrow."

Rosalie stormed off to her room.She new why she was moving to France, her father had left and ever since than her mother never was the same. Her mother knocked on her door telling her to hurry up and take her things downstairs. Rosalie turned to Duke and picked him up. Duke was the only thing that she had now, her mother really wasn't really a mother anymore and Rosalie was pretty much on her own now.

You really don't give detail. Its kinda weird and scattered. And then this happened, and then this, and then... See what I mean. Work on that.

Must be Cossu

[jeff]

First Name:
Jeffery

Last Name:
Rousseau

Age:
Sixteen

Appearance:


History:
Jeffery, or Jeff as most call him, was born in the United States to Amelia and Paul Bruell, two middle-class parents. Paul had been married before, so he already had two girls, Piper and Amber, who were around five old at the time of their half brother being born. They lived with their father because their mother had died in a car accident a few years past and Paul didn’t want his daughters growing up without a mother, so he married Amelia, a kind soul with sparkling brown eyes. When their father and new mother told them about the boy, they were disgusted, because they figured that he would take all the attention away from them, being two spoiled little brats.

Jeff grew up in the small, but cozy one story blue house on Locust Road somewhere on the East Coast, he went from extreme to extreme. His father was always focusing on the girls, showering them in gifts and letting them come and go as they pleased, not really setting any rules for them. A common term for these would be “daddys little girls” or “daddy’s princesses”. With Jeff, however, his mother always made sure to pay extra attention to him, since he was her only child that she could call hers, but never made it too obvious to the other three, otherwise, she would be forced to have some more quality time with the girls, something she disliked because they acted as if she weren’t a mother at all and attempted to boss her around, something Jeff never liked, even as a small toddler.

As years went on, the girls kept being bratty little blondes, the type that think they know everything, but throw a temper-tantrum of sorts when proved wrong. But Jeffery gained his own way of life. He became a lot quieter around the house, not saying too much and spending a lot of time in his room. His parents noticed this, but Paul could careless because he was starting to slack in many areas, such as the way he presented himself and the way he worked. He had already received two warnings at work for coming into the office with either a hangover or a bad attitude. Everyone has their bad days, but he would have bad weeks where he was just bitter and rude to everyone he met.

As the hangovers came into the picture, yes, Paul started to guzzle down a one or two beers a night, which turned into two or three, which spiraled up to close to ten beers a night on a slow night.. As Jeff watched this, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He was only ten at the time, but it was still making a huge impact on him watching his “precious daddy” be a worthless swine every night, trying to get his mother into doing some things she didn’t want to do, but he couldn’t do much to stop what was going on in his own house. This slowly progressed into the occasional slap or punch or just throwing his wife against the wall. He was becoming a tyrant and the drinking didn’t help matters one bit. But he knew he would be able to stop him one day, when he was just a little bit stronger and taller.

Three years passed before anything was done about the way they lived. Paul, Amber and Piper all went off for a weekend to New York City for some shopping and just hanging out, but mostly shopping, since the girls were about 18 years old by now. this was the time to take action. Jeff hurried into his mothers room and told her about the plan he had been formulating for about a year now. Amelia had a sister whom she didn’t keep in too much contact with besides a few random emails here and there, but Jeff had been keeping very close contact with this woman, knowing she was the way out of this hell hole. They would basically be taking a taxi to the airport and flying off to France where they would be far away from Paul’s drinking and the twins idiotic behavior. It did take a few minutes, but Amelia agreed, wanting to get out of this as much as he did.

So, in a day, two tickets were mailed over to the two curtsey of Lillian, Jeff’s aunt, and the two packed up everything from her antique china to all of his old toys in the attic; they didn’t want any bit of their belongings to stay in this house. Since they lived in the modern age, Amelia quickly emailed all of her friends, telling her of the sudden news and gave them her new email address that she had created, telling them she would be back one day and to not let this keep them apart. After she sent this email, her laptop ‘accidentally’ dropped off the desk, slamming into the ground and breaking along with her cell phone and her cut up credit cards. She didn’t want her devil of a husband finding out where they were going. . As they left, Amelia spit on the doorstep, muttering a few words under her breath, glaring at the house that had held her captive for so many years and the two quickly sped off to the airport. As they boarded the plane, Jeff smiled to himself, knowing that at only thirteen, he had made a big difference in both his and his mothers life.

Amelia had a sister in France because she was actually half French and her lineage went back to one of the most respected counts of France, meaning that her family was still living off of the wealth that had almost multiplied by five by this point in time and she had been afraid of Paul pestering her to take him there so he could get the money, which he would probably keep and buy alcohol or something with it. Anyway, her sister lived in France because she never went to college, but instead, decided to just get married shortly after she turned eighteen to Jonathan, a man nearly ten years her senior, but she didn’t care too much, she loved him anyway. Amelia went to college, unlike her sister, but went to the United States to do so, seeing as they had some very nice schools there and she had met Paul a couple of years later, around the time she was turning 28 and a few years later, had that family that she thought she would love till the end of time, but evidence showed otherwise.

When they got to France, it took them about a year to settle into the way of life in a whole different country, but the two made due. They also changed their name to Amelia’s maiden name, Rousseau. One would think Paul could find them, but that b**tard never even paid attention, so they knew they were safe.

They lived with Lillian and her husband Jonathan for about a year and a half before they had saved up enough money to live in the same apartment building, but, in a whole different room, which was fine, because they knew it was theirs and no one was going to bother them there. Another year went by and one day, some owl crashed into Jeff’s window, startling him as he did his algebra homework and he looked at the card. “Beauxbatons?” he muttered to himself softly, not really getting what was going on. After showing his mother, all he got was a blank stare, but he urged information out of her.

His mother was a half blood of sorts. Her Great Grandfather was a pureblood, who produced a half blood with his muggle wife. Then that child produced with a muggle again, causing a 1/4th blood child who then produced Amelia, a 1/8th blood child, if that was even the way it was separated. She had gone inactive years ago, not wanting to disturb Paul, who honestly had no idea his wife was a witch or even knew about the magical world. This just fascinated Jeff. Looking down at his hands, he smiled to himself, not realizing how much power he could have with just a little bit of training.

His Sixteenth birthday passed only a month before he left for that magical school, somewhere his family had been going to for generations and now he was able to continue that legacy. It was a tearful goodbye, but he promised he’d be back soon and be there for holidays. He also reminded her that Paul; was probably still trying to figure out where they had gone, and that brought a small smile to her face, which was the very last thing he saw of his mother as he walked into the park, greeting the carriage in a secluded spot and he was off to the magical school to learn.

Personality:
When he was younger, he would always find something fun to do with his art supplies and legos, always making something the family would put up for a few days, then have it ripped up or knocked down by the twins when the praise was starting to waver too heavily on their brother, something Jeff never understood, but chose never to question it. As he grew older, his activities became more creative such as playing little tricks on his older sisters; putting whip cream in their shaving cream or putting fake spiders in their dresser drawers. Little kid pranks were always somewhere in the house so one could call him mischievous or secretive.

As he grew older, his interests changed slightly. He was still playing tricks on his sisters, but now it was more to embarrass them in front of their friends, or better yet, their current boy friend. He even went as far as to surprise Amber so badly, she farted, causing a very disgusted boy to leave. Now, this was around the time Paul started to become abusive, so some could say it was Jeff’s fault, but not really because it wasn’t like a ten year old was chanting “drink, daddy, drink!”. Only a stupid child would do that, something he was, but not to an extreme degree.

As academics go, he never was much of a student, earning a C most of the time, with a B on rare occasions and if he ever got an A, it was because he most likely cheated on something. He didn’t really think school was important enough to spend hours every night studying when he could be outside climbing or inside playing videogames. Both his parents would have to force him to do homework when his grades neared failure. But, he somewhat shaped his act up, but still kept cheating on those rare occasions, but what kid doesn’t?

Something that Jeff often did, which wasn’t too good, was he was easily angered, despite his playful nature. Once, when one of his sisters tried and pulled off a trick on him, his eyes glazed over and the chair almost crashed into her, but it moved a few inches, something that had scared both of them to forget about what had happened. Along with anger came the sarcasm. He was known for shooting his mouth off at both parents, earning him time in his room, or worse, in the basement that was always crawling with bugs and was all dusty. But ehh, he was a guy, not like he cared too much.


Sample RP:
Jeff just sat against the wall in his room, staring up at the ceiling, his textbook open in front of him. He really didn’t care about why DNA was in the helix shape or what letter went with what letter. It’s not like he was going to become a biologist or anything. He wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted to be, but he knew for a fact it wasn’t going to be a biologist since he fell asleep in that class three times a week from the boring material. Or maybe it was just his teacher, Madame Fabbri. Ug. She wasn’t even a real teacher for Christ sake, but he couldn’t say anything about her, since she was older then him. Rolling his eyes, he let the book drop on the bed as he scooted off.

“I need something to do.” He muttered, running a hand through his short brown hair and looked around his room. The first thing that caught his eyes was his skateboard and a grin appeared on his face as he grabbed it and headed for the bedroom door, then remembered his mother was entertaining guests and how weird would it be for the president of the garden club to have her son waltz right out of the house with a skateboard in ripped jeans? Nah. It wasn’t going to turn out so well so he had a different idea. Walking over to his window, he knew the fire escape was there and since there wasn’t any fire, he could use it, right? Well, he decided he could. Tossing his board down onto the pavement, he smiled as he made a nice crack, the wheels hitting the ground.

Grabbing his helmet, he put it on before venturing out of the window, the black bars contrasting with his body, but ehh, he was near the alley, so no one was really around. Climbing down each set, it took him a few minutes to get down before he grabbed his skateboard and started to run down the path, to the street. Crossing the white lines, he made it to the park nearby and smiled to himself as he placed the board on the ground and put one foot on, pushing with the other as he skidded down the small sidewalks. He had defiantly gotten used to all of this niceness and it was a good change from what he was used to from when he was younger.

As he rounded a corner, he noticed a few girls nearby and a grin crossed the teens face as he sped up a bit, pulling a few kick tricks and a grind on the other bench before grinning as the girls giggled. “Hello, Ladies.” He said with a confident smirk. What many people probably guessed about him, and were actually right, was that Jeff loved to flirt with pretty girls and could charm them for some reason, something other guys never got, but tried to learn from him. One of them, the redhead, walked over to him and he just stood there, his hands in his jean pockets, talking with her as giggles were heard form nearby. This is really nice… he thought to himself.

A few minutes had passed before the girl said she had to go home for supper, but to call her. Pulling out his phone, he handed it to her as he took his helmet off, shaking his hair, it going all over the place before taking the phone back. He might call, he might not, but this girl was hott, so he would probably call her up one of these days. Nodding at the other girls as they left, he smiled to himself. “Damn, I broke my own record.” He muttered to himself as he sat on the same bench the girls were sitting on before. It normally took him a good twenty minutes to get a number, but this time, it took him five minutes. He just grinned as he sat back, looking at the scenery.

Must be Cossu

[vince]

First Name: Vincentius

Last Name: Lamour

Age: Eighteen

Appearance: vincent lamour

History: Things were hard for Vincent growing up. He was an only child living with his parents. They never did have alot of money, and they lived paycheck to paycheck. Sometimes they wouldn't have enough to pay the bills, and they would have to make promises, and pull strings to get things to work in their favor. Sometimes they would get by with it, and sometimes they wouldn't.

Vincent's mother took up drinking to keep her mind off of their troubles, and things turned out worse. Most of their money at this point was now being used to support her bad habit, and they barely had anything to use to pay bills. After almost losing their house, and their kid. Vincent's parents tried to get things together, and they had to do it fast.

Dru, Vincent's father, started a new job as a lawyer. It payed very well, but still most of the moeny was going to support his mothers disease. Dru tried hiding the money from her, but it didn't work she always somehow found it. The woman would turn the house upside down looking for it.

Now Dru loved his wife, but he couldn't stand by and just watch her take his money that he was working so hard to earn. He was making the money so that they wouldn't lose their house. After many fights, and many door slammings. Dru convincet his wife that the two of them needed a 'break' they stayed married, but Dru moved out with Vincent.

The two moved to a bigger house, not much bigger, but enough to hold both of them. Days went by then weeks went by, and Vincent never heard from his mother. Dru tried calling his wife many times, but never got a responce. He tried visiting her at the apartment, but she never seemed to be there. He orignally thought that she would be out at clubs or bars. Drinking her life away. So he gave up trying to get a hold of her.

Then one day an officer came to their door telling them of a woman they found a few days ago. She had died from alcohol poisoning. It was Vincent's mother. At the time Vincet was five. He has some memory of his mother, but not a lot, but it still crushed him. It felt like his whole world had come crashing down.

Not long after their encounter with the officer his father sat him down to tell him something. Something that no one would expect their parent's to say. He said that Vincent was a Wizard. It's not everyday someone tells you something like that, and it was a shock, and at first thought of as a joke to Vincent, but with the look on his fathers face he could tell that the man wasn't joking. At all.

Personality: Vincent is the typical English gentleman. He is very nice. Sometimes too nice for his own good, and he treats people well. He gives everyone respect. It's something his father taught him not long after his mothers death. This boy wouldn't hurt a fly, literally. He is not a fighter, not in the least.

Although he does have his moments. No one is perfect. Vincent gives everyone he meets respect. So he expects atleast a little bit of respect in return. People who don't or are rude, and just plain mean it's not uncommon for Vincet to get angry, and when he gets angry he stays angry at the person for a pretty long time. He does hold grudges, and that is one thing he want's to learn to change, but something like that will take a while to change. He knows that.

Sample RP: Vincent aimlessly walked through the grass. The snow was melted, and the grass was green. Very green infact. It looked like a fresh mowed golf course, and he loved grass like that. The first thing someone would notice about him is the way he carried himself. Vincent carried himself with dignity, and respect. Why would he do it any different. He repected himself. A lot. sometimes he may not like himself, but he did respect himself.

The grounds at this time of night were quiet. The only sounds around were the churping of the crickets. It was quite amazing really. Kind of peaceful. Vincent raised his head to look up into the night sky. It was full of stars, and the moon. It was full tonight, and the glow from it on the earth casted the perfect amount of light. Not too much, and not too little.

He had heard plenty of myths about the full moon. Werewolves, and the works. He didn't believe any of them, but then again he didn't believe that there were such things as witched and wizards, but that changed when his father dropped that bomb on him. He had to start re-thinking a lot of things.

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Must be Rouerie

[sculletts]

First Name:Scarlett
Last Name: Shaw
Age: sixreen
Appearance: Ill get a picture but There is one in my siggy.
History: On March 23 Scarlett Irene Shaw was born two minutes after her brother and midnight. At first her parents had no idea what to name them let alone take care of two kids, they were just eighteen and fresh out of magic school. After a few months when they named the twin Zachery and Scarlett they had to dress them almost alike no matter what. But they dropped that soon after they turned three and their little sister Victoria came into the world on April first.

When Scarlett was child, she was very shy at first and always wanted to follow her brother around. She was like his shadow and that was what he called her but dropped when they became teenagers. Scarlett was the girl who always wore dresses and had a smile on her face. On her first day of school, she got in trouble because some one stole her cookie at snack time and she did what her brother told her to do, do it back or hit them. Well, since the kid had a raisin cookie she smacked the kid right across the face. Her brother and herself never been on good terms since than.

In middle school, Scar got into the wrong crowd of kids, but she did not know that at the time. She got drunk almost every weekend and even lost her virginity at fourteen. When she was out driving one day just two weeks before school was out, she was driving around drinking with some friends and ended up in a four man pile up, her car being close to the bottom. She was knocked out for about two weeks at that time forgetting anything from the age of fourteen to the night it happened when she was fifteen. It was than did her parents noticed she had a problem and was doing things she shouldn't. They warned her that they would send her away some place far if she didn't shape up. That only lasted about half a year.

It was love that got the best of her this time. She thought she met the one person who she would be with the rest of her life. He got her to drink again and do all that partying stuff. He was the one that gave her the tattoo on her neck of the rose vine and gave her the piercings. The boy also got her pregnant at sixteen than once he found out left her alone to do it herself. Scarlett's parents were not to happy about that when they heard the news that she was two months. They came up with the idea that she would have the baby, give it up for adoption than go off to boarding school, because they thought Alaska was the reason for her being the way she was. Soon after having the baby, she wasn't allowed to see it or know what it was this left her heartbroken, Scarlett was sent away thinking trying to keep her away from magic wasn't the best idea ever..
Personality: Scarlett is a fun out going person. Yes she may of grown up in a world full of war and loathing and people walking in and out of her life but that hasn't turned her into a sad depressed girl that wants to cut herself. In fact she is sometimes considered as the life of the part..if she gets a few shots in, but she doesn't get carried away with the drinking. When she gets bored she likes to take out her sketch book and draw something or doodle little cartoons, most of the time its doodling.

Sometimes when Scarlett has had a bad day it doesn't take much to piss the girl off and when you do its best if you don't really find out. She also has a somewhat memory lost and forgot everything from when she was between the ages of fourteen and fifteen. When she wants to try and relax you can find her in the bath tub with candles lit or in her room with music blarring loud through her headphones. When she is in love, it shows all the way around. She seems more happier and brighter. The girl won't be afried to tell someone how she feels about them. Letting the tears fall and writing it down is what she seems to do when she is sad, upset or depressed, with a few sugary treats too.

The girl isn't scared to walk up to a random person and just start talking to him, it was how she was raised, to be out going. She loves to dance ballet, even though she doesn't look like it. When its nice and hot, she likes to take a blanket out and just lay on the grass bathing in the warmth of the sun.
Sample RP: Scarlett sighed deeply. It was a Saturday night and sadly she had nothing to do. Usually she had loads to do, but seeing as she was new in this town and thousands of miles away things would be different here. Maybe living in New York was punishment after all for her but the plus was no family members to deal with. That was always a plus. No family. Scarlett just didn't like them, she was the black sheep. They were all happy peppy people nothing wrong that would show, as for the blond haired girl, she wore her heart on her sleeve for all the world to see her true colors.

As Scarlett got up from her bed, she made her way to the bath room to try and clean up some. Thirty minutes later she walked out in a crimson red towel making her way to her closet. The girl pulled out a pair of ripped faded jeans that was fraying at the end, a light yellow tank top that had the thick straps and a black zip up jacket that she planned on not zipping and of course her pink scribbled high top converse that she had for what seemed like forever. When the light blond haired girl walked over to her mirror she just simpled ran her hands through her lightly curled hair to make it the way she wanted it to be. That was a major reason why she loved her hair. Just run your hands through it and it was the perfect way you wanted it to be. At least for her it was. Turing the lights off and walking out of the room with her car keys in hand, Scarlett made her way outside to her car.


Biting the inside of her lip she sat in her car listening to the rest of the song. All These Things I Hate(Revolve around me) by Bullet For My Valentine. A great band in her point of view. When it was done, the pale girl slid out of her car and made her way into FYE, one of her favorite stores. Walking in, she felt the cool air of the ac rush over her and almost wanted to shiver from the rush of it. Smiling she figured she could spend some of her Saturday night here instead of laying around her room doing nothing. I mean why not try to make new friends instead of waiting for them to make you. Scarlett shoved her car keys into her back pocket and walked over to the cds to maybe find her Silverstein cd she lost when moving here. She loved that cd loads and was sad in a way when she lost it along with most of her drawing tools and drum sticks.

Its almost as if you were adding things to your history to make it longer. We'd rather you have a thought out, put together history. Just something to think about.

Must be Rouerie