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First name
Mathias

Last Name
Watson

Appearance


age
17

History
Mathias was born in 1990 to William and Amelie Watson in London. As a young child he was exposed to the life of the rich and powerful. He grew up extremely privileged, however at the age of 14 Mathias was shipped off to live with his grandparents in Paris. He had already established strong foundations in London and always resented his parents for making such an outrageous decision, as to move him from his home and his friends. He lived with his grandparents who forced him to purge himself of the immense wealth that his parents had bestowed upon him. He was forced to let go of all the things that he had.

From that moment on he lived a fairly normal life, besides his obvious growing magical powers, and demonic tendencies that was apparent in all his family members. He attended normal school before his magic had become unmanageable and incalculably powerful for a boy of his age. He was confused at first by his powers; he became more evil, more malicious in a way. He didn’t understand these traits that he inherited, these undesirable longings to hurt and cause pain it was almost unbearable. He was most frightened about himself when he got into a fight with a boy at school, he lifted the poor boy up in blind rage, and threw him across the play ground, he had lost all his senses without even thinking he was able to harm somebody with just a flicker of anger, what was he capable of if he was to become furious. The children were muted after watching Mathias conjure up power to throw a human that far, all dumfounded and unable to comprehend what had just happened. Off course his grandparents pulled a few strings to convince all witnesses it was just some trick that Mathias had learned. Mathias would have loved to believe that it was some trick, however it was very real.

After a few more attacks on other humans, Mathias moved schools. His grandparents grew weary of Mathias’s uncontrollable behaviour, which left them no choice but to home school him. Mathias was absolutely shattered when he heard about his grandparents’ plans, so he pressured his grandparents to attend a magical school; however his grandmother was relucent to let him attend a magic school, for the fear that she would lose him, yet Mathias was able to persuade her into letting him go.

Personality
Mathias with his perfect features and unearthly charm embodies the prefect evil he is pretentious, malicious, and arrogant. Even though he leads a fairly normal life with his grandparents, he was unable to fully become accustomed to the middle class, he had always been proud of his family’s wealth. However he does not always let his pretentious personality get a hold of him, he is only human and does possess a caring nature, which is only directed to close friends, and his family.
His caring side does betray his demonic traits, he holds a substantial amount of love for his friends and family, and in some cases for people that need help, and care. He would go through every excruciating detail and precautions to keep his family and friends safe.


Sample rp
The music of the violin ranged inside the room. The boy’s fingers seemed to be intertwined with the violin, the notes vivaciously flowing out with such elegance it was hard to believe that any human being could make such beautiful sounds. The boys face was masked heavy with concentration that it looked almost painful. His crimson lips were slightly apart almost mouthing the notes while his eyes closed in an attempt to gain more concentration to play the more intricate notes. Only a trickle of sweat that ran along side of his strong jaw line caused him to stop playing. Mathias took a deep breath and held it longer than he needed to. The blue erupted out of his eyes as he slowly and thoughtfully opened them.

The eyes mechanically searched for the nearest clock, and soon enough the large clock that hung on the cream coloured wall caught his attention, it was 8pm, if he would have kept on playing his father would soon burst into his room and tell him to get on with some homework, that was always the routine. He would play every night until someone told him to stop, if he didn’t than his father would come in and give him a lecture about how important his school work was, and how the violin was just a distraction, this then would lead into an argument. Mathias sighed and placed the fragile instrument back into its case. He gazed at the instrument for a moment before closing the case. His mother’s violin was always his favourite to play, though he didn’t play it that often, as he feared he would ruin the delicate and beautiful instrument.

He placed the case with the other three violins that were neatly placed inside his cupboard. He than walked back to his bed, lying down, he found himself staring at the ceiling. He laid there his facial expression impassive; he had come home from the magic academy for a few days, because his mother had been sick. His mother was frequently sick since he was a kid, but this time it sounded serious, as a kid he used to dream about his mother dying or something bad happening to her, he would wake up appalled that he could dream of such things, while being scared at the same time. The memories flooded back, and he wanted to start playing again, playing helped him to concentrate on other things rather than his mother’s illness

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First Name: Lacey

Last Name: Morlet

Age: 15

Appearance:

History: Lacey has a dark past. Lacey's parents, to start out with, were deeply in love when they first met on a cold winter's day. It was after they both graduated from school. Her mom went to Beauxbatons and was in Cossu loving music too much for her own good. Her dad had gone to Hogwarts though and was in the house of Gryffindor and loved to play Quidditch which came along with his big-headedness. As before, they met on a cold winter's day while they were both on vacation in America. They feel deeply in love and got married only two months later thinking they made the right choice and didn't care what anybody thought about it. Just nine months later they had a baby girl and named her Lacey Morlet.

They grew up happily with each other for three years. Then just a day before Lacey's birthday her father and mother began to fight. By the time she was five the fighting became more violent and Lacey became a scared five year old who just wanted her parents to get along. It wasn't long before her father left but it was on Lacey's birthday this time and Lacey got hurt. Her dad left her for another woman and since then Lacey wasn't the same as she used to be. Both girls were in greif for a year.

Lacey hit seven years old and hatred began to boil up inside of her because of her dad, because of both of her parents. Everynight Lacey would go outside and sit in the tall grass in their backyard and stare at the starry night. She became more distant from her mom and her friends too. Only one thing soothed Lacey now is music. She'd have muggle headphones attatched to her ears and the volume would be turned up all the way blocking out any outside noise.

It was a clear sky out in the summer and Lacey was outside sitting in the tall grass staring at the full moon. She didn't know at the time what creatures lurked at night on the full moon so she was oblivious to anything dangerous. Nothing had harmed her in the past three years so Lacey assumed nothing was eve going to happen. It happend to fast for Lacey to think on that night that really changed who she was. In the morning her mother found her lying on the ground with a huge scratch down in her and two bite marks on her leg. Lacey Morlet got bitten by a werewolf.

It got too much for Lacey's mom. She thought about giving her up for adoption but she couldn't bring herself to it. So she had to cope with Lacey's agressive anger and her transformations every month on the full moon. Ages eight, nine, and ten were just as bad as her earlier years. Those transformations were hard on Lacey and she found them very painful. Of course she couldn't do anything about them so she had to just let them keep happening since there wasn't a cure to a werewolf bite.

Then a letter came by owl one day. It was for Lacey and she was very surprised that she got a letter. Lacey didn't really get letters anymore since her parents divorce. She opened it up and her mom patiently waited to see what the letter said since she was equally surprised as Lacey was. It was a letter from Beauxbatons and that she was accepted. It was probably the only time since her parents divorce that she felt happy to be accepted. She was a witch and she actually smiled and hugged her mom. But that moment didn't last for very long. She didn't know how she was going to manage to hide her monster side from everybody there.

The next few days Lacey sat in her room planning out her monthly transformations. She figured that there would be some kind of forest at Beauxbatons and she would run out in the middle of that forest and transform. It was her only plan.

Personality: Lacey used to be a girl with a happy attitude. But that all changed when her parents fought with each other and then when her father left for another women. At first she got too quiet but then anger errupted inside of her and became distant with the world. She ignored everybody she used to have contact with and her mom even sugested that she should see someone to help her get back to the way she was. This caused Lacey to go into fits. She wasn't about to go see someone just because she was having a hard time. She always thought her mom should be the one going to see someone instead. She always blamed her mom for the things that happend, even her dad was to blame too.

As she grew older Lacey became an agressive girl. She got annoyed quickly and picked fights over tiny things. She doesn't trust many people with any of her secrets. If she did they'd probably just tell someone else or think she was some monster. Well she was a monster but people didn't take that literally. But along with her agressive side Lacey can be so quiet people forget that she's even there.

Since her mom's life revolves around music, Lacey inherited the love of music too. She loved listening to any kind of music. She always has a pair of headphones on and the music turned up to its loudest to block out any outside noise. Lacey loves to sing and play the guitar.

To match her agrressive side she can be arrogant at times. She likes to brag about her music or just anything that she's done good at. But that doesn't happen often since she's not very good at most things. School work isn't her top priority right now. She wants to go into the music business someday. She's a great Quidditch player and loves to play the Beater position of Quidditch.

Sample RP: Lacey sat in her backyard listening to music. It was daytime and Lacey usually wasn't outside at this time enjoying the peace. Lacey and her mom lived out in the country of France and Lacey was glad her mom had some sense in her to pick the right house. She scanned the area, looking at the empty space before her. The field of just grass was always welcoming to Lacey and it was probably the only place she feels peacful. She closed her eyes and turned up the music forgetting that it was already at maximum volume.

She got up and began to walk back to her house feeling hungry. The sun was high above her head and Lacey knew it was about noon. Just thinking about what time it was made her stomach growl in protest. But she didn't walk any faster than she already was. Lacey reached the backdoor to their house and walked inside. A wave of cool air hit her face and it felt good on her hot skin. She could smell food being cooked already and decided to go to her room and wait until her mom called her down for lunch.

She pulled the headphones off and turned her music off as she entered her room. The messy room looked just fine to Lacey but her mom had to pester her about cleaning it once and awhile. She rolled her eyes at the thought and went over to her bed and lay down on it. She couldn't wait to go back to school where all her friends were but then again she didn't want to at the same time. She hated those transformation every month and they were awfully painful to her. Seeing as she's been a werewolf since she was seven, you'd think she'd have gotten used to the transformations. But she didn't and it sucked. Lacey let out a harsh sigh and kept waiting impatiently for her mom to be done with lunch.

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[lunalover]

First Name: Edward

Last Name: Beaumont

Age: 16

Appearance: Black, wispy hair with a style similar to Elvis Presley's hair. He has dark brown eyes and freckles all over his face. He is tall for his age, but only for about an inch or so. He is a little chubby as well, but no matter how much he tries he never can lose weight.

History: Edward's family is full of pure-blooded wizards, and some Veela as well. All of Edwards life was spent in his family's mansion studying for the day he went to Beauxbatons, in which his whole family had attended. He felt a great deal of pressure from all of this, because his parents would be so disappointed if he wasn't able to do his best and get top marks.
Along with the pressure he got from his parents, he got a great deal more from his friends. They were all the rich, snooty type of wizards and witches. He didn't choose his friends, they were picked out by his parents, of course. They said it would raise his social status if he were associated with them.
His family was also famous for the book Through the eyes of a Veela, in which his grandmother wrote. His family grew very rich and at the top of the social chain for that, and Edward tries his absolute hardest to live up to it.

Personality: Edward grew up having his only entertainment being books and studying, so he would rather read a book than go out and party like any other teenager would. He is considered very intelligent, but he seeks more than that. He wants more fun in his life, but he can't find a way to fun, or what it actually is. He is sometimes described as being funny, or sarcastic, but other than that it would be gloomy or brooding. He loves to study the unexplained or all things odd. He is OCD and he can't stand anything that is untidy, so he cleans his whole house daily. He longs for a brighter life.

Sample RP: Edward stared longingly outside. Several teenagers his age hung out around a big oak tree, acting like idiots and throwing acorns at each other. Sighing, he returned to his book. "One day...They will wish they were just like me..." he said in the silence. "Or maybe it's the other way around." he finished solemnly. He heard someone clear their throat behind him.
He gasped and turned around to see his father standing there, anger riddled on his face. "Edward, I told you to not envy them." his father said walking towards him. "I expect great things from you..you are a Beaumont, after all."
Edward hung his head in shame. "Sometimes I wish that weren't true..." he said quietly, silently hoping his father wouldn't hear him. No such luck.
His father grabbed him by the shoulders and glared into his eyes "You will have pride in your family! I will not have a screw up!" he exclaimed in anger. Edward's eyes widened in fear

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Must be Cossu

[ninjamaster]

First Name:

Elliot

Last Name:

Martel

Age:

Thirteen

Appearance:

Elliot is around five feet, four inches and weighs around 120 pounds, maybe a little less. He charms females with his crystal blue eyes and lets them rustle their fingers through his chocolate brown locks of hair. Elliot is like the little brother you wished you had, a little annoying but always lovable, and definitely looks the part.

This young thirteen year old has adopted the layered look, and can usually be found wearing long sleeves and jeans. His hair is a little bit messy and sometimes his shoes are untied, but thats just who he is. Elliot would most likely be seen with a group of friends laughing and joking around. In the rare times that he would be alone, you would find him listening to music or wearing headphones with his eyes closed drawing.

History:

It was on a warm and quiet but relatively melodic night that Elliot Valente Martel was born into a family with his two parents, Violet and Leo, and his older sister, Gabriella. Elliot's older sister was very protective and loving toward him, because of her feeling that she needed to have much more responsibility to prove herself. He was a rather curious baby, but bound by Gabriella's watchfulness. Exploration was limited and Elliot did not know much about his surroundings.

Elliot tolerated this constant eye on him, although he almost wished that his family could care just a little less. After a while, Elliot had received a solution to this problem around the age of four, when Gabriella started to focus on friends and guys her age. This young four year old was caught up in the excitement of freedom from the older people around him and began exploring right away. At first he noticed the things around him and studied how they looked and what they did. Then, Elliot began to watch how people acted and reacted. He became very attentive and curious and always looking for things out of the ordinary or ways to change the norm.

Elliot's parents, Violet and Leo were helpful and supportive toward both of their children in hopes that they would become great people. Violet was the more nurturing parent, filled with unconditional love as a mother usually was, but always on the go. She stayed at home a little more than Leo and made sure both Elliot and Gabriella were well involved, healthy, active, and happy. Leo was the more laid back type of person. He always made people feel comfortable and laugh a little bit. Tension made Leo crazy, and craziness made Violet uneasy, so the Mantel household was always a causal comfortable place to be.

Elliot learned a lot from the people he was around, and inherited a little bit from each parent. He became very supportive of his friends and made people laugh. With Elliot, the tension just melted away, which made friends no problem to make. To older kids, however, Elliot was seen a little bit more as the little brother of everyone. Gabriella linked Elliot to a lot of people, so just about everywhere Elliot went, he knew at least one person there.

Growing up, Elliot was always very conversational. He liked to talk, but no one really got that vibe. Elliot had always learned about people by listening to them speak, heck, Elliot always learned when he studied something. No one learns if they talk all the time. Elliot would bring up a subject a let the person lead the conversation while he tried to get to know them through their choice of words. Girls, on the other hand, made Elliot look like a blabbering idiot. He did not truly like girls at the moment, but his maturity was not up to their level yet, and the sophistication bewildered Elliot, leaving him at a loss for words.

With all of his family intact, and his magical powers out in the open, a letter from Beauxbatons coming to him was not much of a surprise. Gladly, Elliot accepted the invitation to join the school in hopes for friends, opportunities and new chances to learn new things.

Personality:

Elliot is laid back and gives off a comforting feeling. Inheritance or learned, Elliot is fairly good at making people feel at ease around him. Elliot tries not to be the center of attention, but has a tendency to make people laugh. Because of how he grew up, and how his house was always like, Elliot isn't used to tension and uneasiness. Sure, he gets nervous, but Elliot doesn't play off of that, instead he hides that fact, in attempt not to thrust uneasiness off of his company around him. Elliot loves to make people laugh. With laughter comes comfort, and Elliot is the master of laid back-ness.

Elliot is attentive and a little curious. He is always the person to be listening to what you are saying, whether you realize this or not. Elliot will forever be interested in what you have to say, and with friends, will always be open to get to know you. Being observant, doing little things that you might not notice usually, Elliot would pick up on and discover more about you than you might have been cognizance of. Elliot is clever, and although he may seem to be a bit slow at first, he turns out to notice more than most.

Elliot does not really like having things be the same constantly. Change is always a good thing in his mind, and shaking it up every once in a while is another one of his specialties. With Elliot, at times he can be a bit unpredictable. If it has been a certain way for a while, he gets bored and does something unexpected, not so much for attention, but to keep people on their toes and not bored.

Elliot has taken to music and some drawing. Music and drawing give Elliot an outlet he has never had before. He tends to listen to music, close his eyes and draw what his mind is thinking or seeing. Observation of the mind is another things that Elliot looks at, seeing as he can't peer into other peoples' minds and take a look at how they view things inside their minds, Elliot looks into his thoughts. Elliot plays the piano a little bit, and has tried to violin once, due to his mother's wish, and took a liking toward music.

Elliot has a tendency to annoy older people. He acts like that younger sibling you never had. Elliot is young and curious, just like a younger brother would be, and for some reason does something that makes older people go nuts. Maybe it is his way of observation? Or his quietness? Or his questions he likes to ask? Whatever it is, Elliot does it continuously and because he doesn't know what it is, he cannot stop. To Elliot's advantage, however, it is rather fun to annoy people and get their reaction.

Elliot is sometimes sarcastic. He isn't always the most serious person around, and that could be a reason why he annoys some older people. Elliot tries to watch this sarcasm, but doesn't always succeed. After a while, Elliot's friends learn not to take him so seriously and learn to just relax around Elliot, which is really all he wants.

With constantly meeting new people, Elliot has learned that he will not always be fairly treated. Although he might be a bit more reserved, Elliot plays off of how the other person is acting or what they are doing. If he feels that he is being treated unfairly, he will react in the same manner toward the person who is giving him this treatment. If a person is being overly-kind toward Elliot, he will do his best to be kind to them. On the other hand, with his friends he already knows well, Elliot will just act on how he is feeling.

When Elliot is with his friends, and there is no point in observation, Elliot likes to talk, and maybe give his friends a chance to learn a little bit about him. Elliot could go on and on if no one stops him from talking sometimes, so Elliot tries to monitor himself when he starts speaking, but doesn't really succeed at that much. Luckily for Elliot, usually his friends have no problem telling him when to be quiet for a little bit, which lets Elliot know how much his friends can take of talking and attempts to adjust how he acts around them.

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Sample RP:

The sweet sound of silence rang throughout the Beauxbatons grounds as Elliot stepped off of the Carriage. The beauty of the palace was just setting in as the quiet chatter of the first years began to mute the silent nature of the extraordinary place. Leather coated pieces of luggage sat behind him as he stood back from the rest of the students all bustling to get inside and sorted. His eyes and mind explored what he was hopefully going to learn about, and the people he would soon befriend. Without noticing the departure of the carriage he had just stepped off of, he took a few small steps forward, almost as if to get a better look at his new home.

Elliot would not have his family with him anymore, and he would be allowed to do what he wished, within the rules, which opened a completely new door for him. An excited grin spread across his face as he took one last look at the palace from far away, and was pushed forward by an older adult figure urging him to keep going and get sorted. Elliot reached for his heavy luggage, but the man behind him had informed him that it would already be inside the palace, where he should be. Elliot picked up his walking speed and glanced all around, curious to see what would be in store for him.

The hallways were very clean, with tall glossy glass windows on one side of the corridor, and pictures and house crests on the other. Beside the idle chatter and unidentifiable conversation, the click clack of the shoes hitting the cold stone floor was really the only noise being made. Voices, laughter, and the sounds of plates and silverware hitting against each other racked up Elliot's nerves a little bit more each time he could identify them. Getting in front of people was not one of Elliot's favorite things to do, but he was willing. He glanced around at the others around him and realized that he wasn't the only one feeling this way. The looks on the new students faces read terrified, and some said excited, the rest were either talking to the people around them or looking down. Elliot assured himself that everything was going to be alright, and he would be fine. He kept that thought in his mind as he walked down the long aisle way in the Dining Chamber, awaiting his sorting.

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[delilahcuzzers]

Apr 6, 2008 4:52:25 GMT -5 @delilahcuzzers said:

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Must be Rouerie

[artemis]

Just one touch...
One small kiss...
Can leave you wanting more.

First Name:
Artemis
Middle Name:
Saelena
Last Name:[/color]
D’Amico
Age:[/i]
Eternally 17 || February 14th
Appearance:[/color]
Art certainly seemed to have received the looks in which her family is famous for. Along with the vast riches she will one day inherit, Artemis has inherited her mother's dark hair. A shade of black, in direct sunlight, it seems to glitter. Artemis hates the fact that it's always so straight and perfect. It's glossy and cut right above the halfway point on her back. Course, as a rebellious teenager, Artemis also went through the 'want to look nothing like you' stage. Actually, she's still in it. From time to time, you'll see dark blue streaks in her hair. And when this happened back then, you‘d rarely see her out in public for her parents found it humiliating. She usually wears her hair down as if to cover her face from the world. If not, it's usually tied up in a half ponytail. It's very rare for her hair to be tied up completely in some fashion. She has the annoying habit of putting her hair behind her ears and twirling it.

From her pale father, Artemis received her fair coloring. Sometimes thought as abnormally pale, her complexion is very light. A light shade of peach, her used mother insist that Artemis get some sunlight every now and then. She looks more alive with a tan which she gets quite easily. It usually takes only an hour or so to get her looking a healthy golden color. Though, usually in the winter, she emanates a glow in the moonlight. She also received her mother's petite size. Art's rather small for her age standing at 5’4 ½“. Many heads tower over her when she walks in a crowd. Yet, she doesn't disappear. She walks with her head up high and shoulders back, acting like she owns the room. This makes her the one everyone wants to look at. It's as if she's in a magnetic field with her being the core.

The D’Amico's, have always been known for their odd eye coloring. It was if a union of two exact eye colored people in the past, ensured that their heirs would not get this trademark. That is, until now. Artemis, had been the winner of a genetic lottery. Her eyes are the most striking feature on her face. A metallic, silver-green coloring, they're intense and look as if they could burn a hole right through steel, they tend to light up when she's either very mad or very happy. They're surrounded by dark lashes and are rather big. Though she doesn't need much make-up, they're usually surrounded with black kohl to make them pop out even more.

She has highly refined features that make her look of importance. Her back is always straight for she was taught that if you showed no fear, you will be feared. Which she definitely is by many people. She has a devious smile and has a charming attitude that makes her one of them, yet special in her own way. She's thin, yet not in a way that makes her look disgusting. And most of her friends tease her about her feet, which had very small. "Fairy Feet" they call them. She has rosy red lips that only need clear gloss to top it off. And her high cheekbones turn and elegant shade of pink when embarrassed. To sum it all up, Anna gives off the air of perfection, which she aims for.
Picture:[/i]
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History:
Blood means everything, at least it did till something huge happened to Artemis Saelena De Rossi D’Amico. This Italian-Japanese girl. She was seventeen and had what would be a great life ahead of her, had she graduated and just stayed a Muggle-Blood. But, as always, her Father had to ruin it. Her Father was addicted to many Slaves, women specifically, gambling, and throwing immense amounts of money around. And so, when he swore to a Vampire that he’d return the money he borrowed he did not realize that his daughter’s life would end up…changed. Art’s father forbad the young woman of seventeen years not to go outside alone, but she despised going about and around with strong buff men protecting her. She also loved the Summer nights in Rome. So, she snuck out. Walking underneath the Crescent Moon, starry night, she did not expect an Immortal, also known as a Vampire, to be watching her. And even then she was a sight to be seen, but she was also one who did not enjoy dating. When the Vampire attacked her and changed her into what she is today, she freaked. She not only was a Muggle-Born but a Vampire
Personality:[/color]
Artemis, is nice enough. She's rather kind hearted and has a soft spot for animals. She hates killing and such but yet, if you flare her up a bit, she'll turn out to have a pretty nasty temper. She somewhat looks sullen and moody on the outside. Rather snobby and cold. And that's probably the first impression you'll get from her. But have you ever thought that it was all a mask? One she puts on to hide the real self from others? Oh believe me, you would be surprised to dig a little deeper and find out what she really is. It's such a shame more people don't want to spend the time doing so. Artemis, is a tad bit shy but after breaking through that, she'll be one of the out-goingest people you know. Sometimes she can be a bit evil, quick to judge, quick to jump to conclusions. She's sly and cunning. But brave and courageous at the same time. She has a split personality you can say. Artemis is carefree. She does what she wants without thinking over the consequences over. She's rather a trouble maker and is usually caught in the middle of some prank or another. She can crack a joke through almost anything. Yet, she'll always flee the scene of the crime before she's caught. One of the few things you're certain to get with her is a good laugh. She's hardworking, fair, witty, smart, creative, artistic, loyal and brave yet slyness and cunningness are way up there. She's power hungry deep inside evil snobby. And that’s exactly how you can view her. Many become afraid of her. She chooses her companions very selectively and looks down on those she views lesser than her. View her as you may the snobby, up -class girl, or the class clown or maybe, just maybe a normal teenager…forever that is.
Sample RP:[/color]

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[kasia]

First Name: Kasia
Last Name: Heyward
Age: 17
Appearance:
History: It wasn't wizarding life that she was first acclimated with, though she might have been had her mother not died shortly after giving birth to her. Instead, Kasia was raised by her father, Lorlen Scott Heyward, a Professor emeritus at a small French university, the man himself having come from America to teach the history of the world's various revolutionary periods, netting him several classes and early an tenure.

Needless to say, Kasia had been well educated, and takes pride in her schooling in order to please her father. Having found come into an inevitable love for those bits of history to which her father has introduced her, she hoped, for a time, to follow in her father's footsteps. However, a letter from Beauxbatons set her familiar life on fire and drove a wedge between Kasia and her father. They rarely spoke of her mother, and Kasia couldn't even remember the woman, though she'd seen pictures framed around the house often enough, and it certainly felt as though some part of her knew the woman who had borne her. Her mother, it seemed, had been a witch....she was a witch.

It is now with some trepidation that Kasia makes her way to Beauxbatons Academy of magic, telling herself time and again that times are no longer what they were, that magic could be accepted...but then again, why had nobody told her of her own heritage? her own father had denied the blood running through her veins for as long as he'd been able, and now....now what?

Personality: Kasia is often thought of as the girl who isn't afraid to have fun, provided someone can drag her from the various books (a great many of them textbooks), that she tends to carry around with her. Her love of history has not died and she can often be found studying the works of long dead men, from Thomas Paine to Geoffrey Chaucer. Some might blame it on her father, but she would thank him for it instead, as the past gives insight into the present. Some tthings never change, social standings for example, and the pursuit of knowledge as well.

Recently, Kasia has found herself becoming more and more attached to the more romantic figures of history who, in her mind, represent a long dead culture of gentlemen, though that has hardly managed to put her off the prospective of the 'new' dating scene. In fact, she's rather 'psyched' to be beginning life anew free of secrets aand lies and hopes to do as much learning and befriending as is humanly possible during her time away. Already she's begun dreading the summer when she'll be forced to slip away from her mother's world and all it's new discoveries and to return to the familiar world in which she was born and raised full of drama without the magic.

Sample RP:

Tucked securly beneath a large down comforter that she'd brought along from home, Kasia sat up with her latest favorite read, only to find herself dragged away from Cicero's orations when chatter was unexpectedly struck up around her. Two girls sat some distance off, their attention caught by a third, who proudly proclaimed herself the new girlfriend of a master of divination.

The other two scoffed, an small argument ensued, and finally tthe three went their seperate ways, the most put out of them coming over and flopping into the large armchair beside Kasia, who currently occupied the room's small couch.

"So, what do you think it's like?"

Kasia glanced up from her book, looking more than a little surprised. She'd missed half the conversation and hadn't thought they'd needed another involved in....whatever going ons they'd cooked up.

"You know, sleeping with a master of dinvinations," the girl added, clarifying and obviously expecting an answer. Frowning slightly, Kasia thought a moment befor blurting out the first thing that came to mind. "I don't know...I mean...I guess it'd be interesting but...." she trailed off, unsure whether or not to continue with a sudden, offbase line of thinking.

"But?" the other enouraged.

"Well, I imagine it'd be a little odd sleeping with someone who might know every move you made before you made it if he wanted to." The response she got was a grin and high tittering giggle accompanied by a thumbs up before the girl bounded off, a 'talk to you later,' floating back too Kasia from the doorway. It seemed she'd just unwittingly made her first friend. The thought brought a small smile to the curve of her lips even as her attention returned to the words of Cicero, her mind furiously trying to untangle the latin phrases and spin them into something more common and altogether manageable. Along the sides of the text, sshe penciled in a few moer hastily scrawled translations, adding to the top of the page a few words that she would be sure to look up at a later date, as she was sure that Cicero hadn't been talking about the sneators buggering chickens....no, no way that was the subject of a famous speech.

Reaching up to stifle a yawn, Kasia kicked off the comforter, letting it fall to the floor and pool about the side of the couch. She could retrieve it later she reasoned as she stretched herself out, letting long legs dangle over one arm of the couch. 'And now, to get some rest.'

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[gagerusso]

First Name: Gage
Last Name: Russo
Age: 16
Appearance:

History:

Born in the rural regions of Texas, Gage was the product of a French mother and a Texan father. Both from the wizarding world, it has always been a mystery to Gage how they met, as they will not relinquish their story to her. As a child born into the wizarding world, Gage was no stranger to the differences between wizard and muggle. But she was raised in both. Her father is a cattle rancher in Texas, which meant Gage was given the best of the best and received an elementary education from a muggle group of private schools. When she was old enough to attend boarding schools, she went to a wizard school in the USA, Silver Arrows Academy. Of course, as was natural, Gage's adventurous and sneaky ways landed her an expulsion not only from Silver Arrows but from three other American wizarding schools.

Gage was an avid fan of Quidditch and had been since she was a little girl. An astounding Keeper she had an unofficial patented move of which she would swing on her broomstick, holding onto it with one hand while catching the Quaffle in the other hand. She would then drop it down and kick it out with one of her dangling feet. Qudditch, it seemed to her parents, was the only way to keep their daughter out of the trouble she tended to find. Of course, a kid can only be in practice so many hours of the day. And when practice was over, her nightlife with friends would begin.

For years, Gage had nearly exposed magic and nearly brought dozens of societies to their knees. She was adventurous in a troublemaker kind of way. Gage usually spent her weekends grounded to her house because of her antics. So, her parents decided the place to send her was Beauxbatons. Her mother's alma mater meant discipline and hopefully the kind of structure Gage seriously needed. Of course, only time would tell.

Personality:

Gage is a troublemaker. Not because she prides herself on it, but because she is all about the sudden satisfaction of her life. This attitude leads her to be careless with the rules and breaking them is only second nature to the girl. Her tone is usually sarcastic, heavy on the sarcasm, though she is a loyal friend. It may take time, but eventually Gage understands right from wrong and tries to make amends to anyone she's ever hurt.
Sample RP:

She fought the whole time as her parents drug her onto the plane. The whole time she was on the plane she complained and whined. When the plane landed, she refused to get off so that her father had to haul her off like one of the calves back home around his shoulders. It was a spectacle to watch, she was sure. Gage didn't want to be in France. She didn't want to be anywhere near Europe and she thought she had made that clear when she had run away to Mexico for a week last month. Of course, she was there on her father's dime so it only took a matter of days to figure out where she had gone and to decide to let her stew in her own anger for a few days.

"Daddy! No! I don't want to be here! Can't you just home school me like those Muggle kids on the next farm over?" Her eyes pleaded, but her dad didn't look at them. He knew better. Gage's puppy eyes defense always won out on him. Her mother, however, took her firmly by the arm and steered her towards the car waiting for them. The woman's constant reaffirmations that Gage would love the school and would feel right at home had started to lose their edge and Gage had stopped listening. Now it was time to take her by force, and Gage knew better than to question her mother when she was set in her ways. "I can't believe you are making me go there. I mean, seriously. This is just...degrading! An American teenager at a French boarding school? I'm so gonna be fresh meat to these people..." Gage furrowed her brow in agony as she was forced into the car, lowering her sunglasses to hide the agitation and anger, but most of all, resolution in her eyes.

Must be Sournois

[joshwalker]

First Name: Josh

Last Name: Heart Walker

Age: 17

Appearance:




History:

Josh was born in October 12th in 1990, to Rafael Walker and Julianne Heart Walker, both wizards. Josh's father died when he was 5 years old, and he was a death eater, working in the Ministry of Magic as an accountant. Julianne still lives and her current job is in Saint Mungo's hospital as a medical assistant. Josh grew up, half of his life, in Vienna, where he was born. Then, in his 8th birthday, three years after Rafael's death, Josh and his mother moved to Portugal, where they lived three years. It was until Julianne received a letter telling that her resumé has been accepted in Saint Mungo's hospital, that they moved to England, London city.

While they were adapting to the new life in London, Josh received two letters as well, but those ones were different. One was from Hogwarts, asking him to become a student of theirs. The other was from Beauxbatons, asking the same thing. A little confused and undecided, 15 days later, Josh decided to accept the Beauxbatons' invitation, instead of Hogwarts, because of Julianne's wish for her son to study in the same school as she. Once Josh loved his mother and wanted her to be happy, he sent two owls telling his decision to both witchcraft schools, and bought all his supplies in London.

A month later, he went to Beauxbatons, and was sorted to ____. During six years of his life, he studied hard to the different subjects, becoming a special lover to Herbology, Potions, DADA and Transfiguration subjects. Always brilliant, Josh did have some friends, until he discovered some of them were false. Only three true friends were left, and one of them - Anita, like he always loved to call her - became his girlfriend. She was two years older than him, and they went apart when she finished the course and he went to the sixth term. For three months they switched letters, but it was the last one which broke his heart. She only wrote this: "I really loved you Josh, but i found someone i love even more, and i think it's fair that i tell you this, because i still want you to be my friend. Love, Anita."

They remained friends, but Josh was too hurt to have other girlfriend or even hangout with his friends, and for some time, he insulated from everyone. His sixth year, was the far worse he had, but, with time, he fixed up together again and passed to the next term, still with brilliant grades. He was head boy, prefect and quidditch player (keeper) for his house and everyone respected him.


Personality:

Josh is shy at first, but he can be very funny and a bundle of hyperactivity. He has a way high sense of humor and a unique way of looking at the world. He tries to be kind and nice to everyone but, when someone makes him really angry, he can't control his bad instincts, and he tends to hurt people's feelings. Josh hates arrogance and injustice, and he is completely loyal to his true friends. His deepest fears are betrayal and rejection, but people can't really see him inside... he's actually difficult to uncover and he keeps his deepest secrets from everyone.
His favourite hobbies are listen to music and play the guitar, make face sketches and outdoor activities (hiking, rappel, parachuting, quidditch and much others).


Sample RP:
It was midnight and he was still awake, nothing he did could make him sleep. He tried to count sheeps, he tried to close his eyes and think about nothing, he exercised, but instead of getting tired, he was more than awake. So, after two hours trying to sleep, he decided to go to the common room. At this hour, the common room was empty and silent, but something seemed to be calling him, a strange feeling inside his stomach... it was adrenaline and he was wishing to explore the palace. He already knew parts of it - the classrooms, the bathrooms, the common rooms, the dungeons, some secret chambers and rooms, but still, it had too much to explore, yet.

Josh walked to one of the empty sofas and jumped. Now, lied down, listening to the creeps in the fire, he wondered inside his own mind. He remembered Anita, and her smile. She had such amazing features, but the ones he loved much were her lips and her eyes. She used to put sparkles in her eyelashes, and she loved to put mascara, and red lipstick. Putting everything up together, she was the most beautiful woman he ever met, although there were beautiful girls in this school, and he met some. Josh smiled with the memories that crossed his mind. He could see some girls in his mind... the ones that kept starring at him, when he passed them. In fact, Josh also remembered some of them sighing in his passage and smiling shyly. If he didn't feel too wounded, maybe he would give them a chance. But, he wasn't like that... he was a one girl at a time man, and he have never had a girlfriend before, beyond Anita. He liked some girls, surely, but he never loved anyone like Anna.

Along with these thoughts, Josh's expression was serious, and kinda sad. Those memories could be funny and nice, but being in touch with her, knowing that she was with another guy, somewhere, was still breaking his heart. It was incredible... it was one year ago that all this happened, and he hadn't forgotten. Josh just wanted to forget everything. To erase his most hurtful memories, be free... feel the pleasure of danger and the adrenaline running in his blood strain. Just like he felt when he dared to go to the enchanted woods without permition. The taste of forbiddingness was too much cool to be neglected...

Must be Cossu

[irishjunkie]

First Name:Chris
Last Name: LaVelle
Age: 17
Appearance:



History:
Chris was born in Dublin in 1990, His Parents, Annie and John worked in the small shop that they owned, it sold old music, vinyls and LP's. Growing up around music and musical people made Chris very passionate about it. He began playing guitar when he was 7 years of age and has continued to play from then on. At the age of 10 his father became very ill, he had a fatal heart illness that killed him within a few short months. This hit Chris really hard and afterwards lead to a very dark time in his life. He and his mother had to sell the shop because Anne herself couldn't afford to stay. By the time he was 12 he had been kicked out of his High School, been arrested for shoplifting, breaking and entering, assault and a underage drinking.

Chris was a late-bloomer, not in the muggle way but in the wizarding way, his magic did not surface until the age of 13 when by which time Annie thought she had given birth to a squib, He was sent to Hogwarts, having to attend evening and weekend classes to catch up with his classmates.

Determined to become just as good if not better than his peers he worked diligently until his grades were among the top in the class. the year he worked so hard in, his forth, was considered a definite turning point in Chris' attitude and life in general.

He moved to France with his mother after completing his O.W.L's he did not plan on attending school but was persuaded to stay on for his N.E.W.T's. Hence he is here today at Beauxebatons.


Personality:
Chris is usually a happy, engaging person, who will lend an ear to anyone. He does however have a slight anger problem, he can often blow things out of proportion and get quite violent, add that to his considerable aptitude at magic and it can be an immense thing to bear. Whilst he has never severely injured someone it is not without lack of trying.

Chris is a good listener, he's sensitive and full of empathy, he is a willing ear to anyone that needs it and will help anyone with their problems.

He often feels excluded and is slightly insecure as a result of his sexuality in his childhood, being the victim of childhood teasing knocked his self confidence and whilst he has put that behind him, can show in his adult life.

Apart from the occasional outbursts of rage, Chris is a calm, soulful person who loves his guitar and his friends.

Sample RP:
Chris walked into the familiar room, the floor of his parents old record shop had not changed, thousands upon thousands of tiny black and white tiles spanned from wall to wall, having a dizzying effect on anyone unfortunate enough to look down.

He crossed the room to the modern-looking silver counter that certainly wasn't there when his father stood behind it. He gave himself time to remember his father, a great man who could frighten the living daylights out of anyone if he wanted to but usually was a gentle, loving man, as there was no-one behind the counter.

Finding a small bell cast to one side he cave two short rings and waited for someone to arrive. After a short while a small man with rather large nose came to the desk and barked, 'Yeah? Whadda you want?!'

Startled by the man's abruptness, all Chris could manage to reply was 'wha?'. The man replied with a tut and 'kids today'. After having had some time to compose himself he said, 'Hello, my name is Chris, my Mother and Father used to own this place, it was a record shop back then'.
The man who obviously didn't care and had much more important things to be doing simply spoke, 'right, that's nice... bye then'. And with that he turned to go back into the back of the shop.

Realising he wasn't going to get anywhere with this idiot, he whipped out his want and said 'Stupefy'. he wasn't proud of it but this was important and he had to find it fast.

The reason Chris had returned to the shop was that of his Father's safe. A magical safe that could only be opened when a LaVelle touched his wand to the door and said the password. When his father died there were only two people who knew the password, him and his wife. Annie was a muggle so she couldn't open it and when they moved out Chris was too young, so with great sorrow they left it behind sealing up the wall to keep it safe until Chris could come back and retrieve the contents.

That day had come and it was no time before Chris was striding over to the back rooms of the shop and blasting a small hole in the wall directly opposite the door. He drew in a short breath as he saw the grey steel of the box. Touching the wand to the metal he spoke the name of his father's idol Frank Sinatra

As the door opened as he had seen it do so many times before he gasped as he finally lay eyes on his fathers silver signet ring. A family heirloom that had been passed down for 600 years.

Aged 17 Chris had become a true LaVelle man.


The only thing that could use a lot of work is your persoinality. Try to go more in depth. Other than that and a few punctuation errors, it seems fine. - Done...

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[vmusic]

First Name: Jessica (Jess)

Last Name: Crowder

Age: 15

Appearance: Jess is the type of person who draws little attention to herself. She could walk into a room unnoticed by most even though she is part giant. Her curled dark blonde hair and green eyes is what sets her apart from everyone else. She may look extremely thin, but don't be fooled, she weighs 180lbs. As for muscles... She's kind of lacking them.

History: On May 4th Jessica Crowder was born into a small lower class family. Money was definitely an issue for a single mom, but Jessica did not go deprived of the usual things most kids get. Majority of the family pitched in to give her everything she desired until a new man came into her and her moms, Elizabeth Crowder's, life. Who knew one man would change everything, but as it happened, he did. When Joseph stepped in they were moved to a better house and became what was considered an average family.

Years later Jessica entered her teenage years and often acted like a misunderstood brat who received less of what she wanted because of it. Eventually not getting what she wanted started to bug her and she found new ways to live her life. Though you could hardly call living buried behind a book a real life, that is all she really did. Occasionally you would find her talking, but she slowly became more and more distant from her friends and family. What she would become from this in the future is still unknown.

Personality: Though Jessica may care about many people showing that has not always been easy. Mainly because she’s to shy and almost never has the guts to approach anybody first. When people do get to know her they realize she’s somewhat self-centered and a bit overly opinionated. It’s not that being opinionated is bad; it was just too easy of a way to start a fight and something Jessica prefers to avoid.

Some people see her habits and get the impression she’s a pushover, but that is far from true. The people who attempted to take control of her were instead pushed around by Jessicas’ bossy and I don’t care attitude. She did care about every one of them no matter how they treated her, it just wasn’t something she believed in showing to people who only wanted to control.

Sample RP: While wandering down the pitch black streets of Oxford England Jessica found herself a little to far from home. Her mom would have a hissy fit if she realized her daughter snuck out in the middle of the night. She would need to run home at a steady pace so as not to exhaust herself leaving her too tired to make it home on time. When she arrived at the front door of her house every light was on and she new that her morning had only just begun. Today was the day that she was supposed to leave her family and rejoin her fellow students at Beauxbatons, but would any of that happen now that she had broken one of the many house rules? There was only one way to find out. Knowing that, she opened the door as quietly as possible and stepped inside the house that she expected to soon be filled with her mothers’ shrill voice.

Instead she found her step dad awake in his armchair watching TV. She sighed in relief because her dad had known about her sneaking out for many years now and had not told on her yet. Jessica strode silently past him and up the stairs leading the way into her room. The room smelled like sweet pea lotion and had a lot of posters covering the hideous yellow tinted walls. “Perhaps this would be the year she opened up some actual friends” thought Jessica while rummaging her closet for her school supplies. She then let her mind wander into the obsessive thoughts about how everyway things could possibly go wrong this school year. “Would she embarrass herself on the first day? Would her friends still remember how she’d fallen onto her old boyfriend the last day of school?” It dawned on her that this was a new year with unlimited possibilities and that anything could happen. She’d just have to make the best of it.

180 lbs? lol The only way she'd be able to look extremly skinny but weigh that much is if she were really tall!

Difficult, but...must be Cossu.

[klaus salvatore]

First Name:
Ryuu
Last Name:
Yamada
Age:
14
Appearance:


History:
When Ryuu was born, his father was actually disappointed. He had hoped for a girl, even though they already had Rin. That’s why their father asked for their servants to dress Ryuu as a girl (yep, his father is a weirdo) when he was still little. When people found out about this, his father blamed his wife about it which why she was nearly send to mental hospital. Ryuu’s father was enough powerful to get people understand that he can take care of his wife at home and therefore she’s now locked into one well secured room. Of course she doesn’t blame for this her husband, but Ryuu, because he had been too “coward” to fight against his father’s will. Luckily he now is able to dress the way he wants and he’s getting along a lot better with his mother… at least some how.

Ryuu’s father is actually a Yakuza (Japanese mafia) leader in Japan. He’s really powerful person in Japan which why the media is always interested in him as well. Because Ryuu is their first male child, he’s supposed to become the next Yakuza leader after his father. This is not what Ryuu wants though. He’s totally opposite of his father. He’s a lot kinder even though he seems distant and cold at times, but he has a good heart. And becoming a yakuza leader is the last thing he wants in his life.

Ryuu has always gotten along with his older sister, Rin, and with his younger brother, Yuri, and actually shows his true self only to them. They’ve played a lot since they were kids, even though they’re all bit different. Rin is rather outgoing and stuff and Yuri is rather shy and kind as well as hyper. Still they support each others, because they’ve one common thing they hate; their parents.

Ryuu’s parents wanted that Ryuu would go to France as an exchange student. First Ryuu was against this, but soon he realized all the good things which would come with it, so he decided to give it a try. That's why he's coming to Beauxbatons now.

Personality:
Ryuu is rather quiet person, but that’s not because he would be shy. He just isn’t very social person and hopes that people would come to him if they want to talk. He’s also very stubborn person and he usually does things his own way. He rarely listens to others. He’s not selfish though. Ryuu actually puts other people in front of himself, so he has his heart in the right place at least.

Ryuu also might ignore people. He isn't very hyper person himself which why it annoys him a lot if someone "has taken too much sugar". Unless it's his good friend or something. And there are some exceptions always. But like said before, this makes him be bit distant and seem like a cold person when he actually isn’t. Actually when you really get to know Ryuu very well, then he talks quite a lot and smiles really often. It's rare to see him smiling, especially back at home, but maybe Beauxbatons will change that. Hopefully.

The Asian boy is actually quite quick witted, but unfortunately he’s quite an airhead as well. He can’t concentrate into things that well, so therefore he sometimes might leave bit behind in class. Ryuu tries his best though to concentrate, but if he even accidentally glances out of the window… it’s hopeless. His mind starts to think something else right away. He’s such a dreamer.

Sample RP:
There were three reasons why Ryuu was kind of upset at the moment. First one was that the first thing in this morning his cousins, who were 4 and 6 years old kids, ran into his room while he was still sleeping. Second reason was that their house-elf, Doris, had “accidentally” taken his homework papers and stuffed them in the waste-basket. The third reason, which was probably the main reason he was angry, was because his father and mother had suddenly decided to send him to Beauxbatons. They thought that the wizardry school in Japan wasn’t enough for him. Who the hell are they to decide what school is good for him and what not? Besides, Ryuu didn’t know a word of French. Well, only merci and oui, but that’s it. How would he be able to keep himself alive in there? With people whom he didn’t even know!

”I can’t believe this…”

The young boy mumbled to himself while walking around their courtyard. He had stuck his hands in his pockets and he had rather angry look on his face. Or actually it was disappointed. Luckily I can at least speak English in there… He thought, before finally stopping as he stood in front of a huge lake. Quietly he sat down on a stone, which was only about 5 feet away from the lake, and closed his eyes. Now when he started to think about it, he actually felt also bit relieved. Finally he would have a chance to escape from the reality and live thousands of miles away from his father. Yes, maybe it wasn’t that bad after all. Maybe it was ticket to freeness. Ryuu hoped that.

Their mansion’s yard was rather huge. Of course it was. His father was Yakuza leader after all and they were hell of a rich. Money didn’t matter to him though. Sure he admitted that it’s great that you can buy pretty much anything you want, but it doesn’t solve his problems. He arched his other brow after finally opening his eyes again as the sun had started to shine rather brightly. Well, maybe it was time for him to move on. Move to Beauxbatons. If he had got a letter from there and his parents were willing to send him, then it was all ok. Maybe he would actually have a chance to get some friends. Maybe.

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Must be Cossu

[artemis]

Just one touch...
One small kiss...
Can leave you wanting more.

First Name:
Artemis
Middle Name:
Saelena
Last Name:[/color]
D’Amico
Age:[/i]
Eternally 17 || February 14th
Appearance:[/color]
Art certainly seemed to have received the looks in which her family is famous for. Along with the vast riches she inherited, Artemis has inherited her mother's dark hair. A shade of black, in direct sunlight, it seems to glitter. Artemis hates the fact that it's always so straight and perfect. It's glossy and cut right above the halfway point on her back. Course, as a rebellious teenager, Artemis also went through the 'want to look nothing like you' stage. Actually, she's still in it. From time to time, you'll see dark blue streaks in her hair. And when this happened back then, you‘d rarely see her out in public for her parents found it humiliating. She usually wears her hair down as if to cover her face from the world. If not, it's usually tied up in a half ponytail. It's very rare for her hair to be tied up completely in some fashion. She has the annoying habit of putting her hair behind her ears and twirling it.

From her pale father, Artemis received her fair coloring. Sometimes thought as abnormally pale, her complexion is very light. A light shade of peach, her used mother insist that Artemis get some sunlight every now and then. She looks more alive with a tan which she gets quite easily. It usually takes only an hour or so to get her looking a healthy golden color. Though, usually in the winter, she emanates a glow in the moonlight. She also received her mother's petite size. Art's rather small for her age standing at 5’4 ½“. Many heads tower over her when she walks in a crowd. Yet, she doesn't disappear. She walks with her head up high and shoulders back, acting like she owns the room. This makes her the one everyone wants to look at. It's as if she's in a magnetic field with her being the core.

The D’Amico's, have always been known for their odd eye coloring. It was if a union of two exact eye colored people in the past, ensured that their heirs would not get this trademark. That is, until now. Artemis, had been the winner of a genetic lottery. Her eyes are the most striking feature on her face. A metallic, silver-green coloring, they're intense and look as if they could burn a hole right through steel, they tend to light up when she's either very mad or very happy. They're surrounded by dark lashes and are rather big. Though she doesn't need much make-up, they're usually surrounded with black kohl to make them pop out even more.

She has highly refined features that make her look of importance. Her back is always straight for she was taught that if you showed no fear, you will be feared. Which she definitely is by many people. She has a devious smile and has a charming attitude that makes her one of them, yet special in her own way. She's thin, yet not in a way that makes her look disgusting. And most of her friends tease her about her feet, which had very small. "Fairy Feet" they call them. She has rosy red lips that only need clear gloss to top it off. And her high cheekbones turn and elegant shade of pink when embarrassed. To sum it all up, Art gives off the air of perfection, which she aims for.
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History:
Blood means everything, at least it did till something huge happened to Artemis Saelena Nakagawa D’Amico. This Italian-Japanese girl was seventeen and had what would of been a great life ahead of her, had she graduated and just stayed a Muggle-Blood. But, as always, her Father had to ruin it. Her Father was addicted to many Slaves, women specifically, gambling, and throwing immense amounts of money around. And so, when he swore to a Vampire that he’d return the money he borrowed he did not realize that his daughter’s life would end up…changed. Art’s father forbad the young woman of seventeen years not to go outside alone, but she despised going about and around with strong buff men protecting her. She also loved the Summer nights in Rome. So, she snuck out. Walking underneath the Crescent Moon, starry night, she did not expect an Immortal, also known as a Vampire, to be watching her. And even then she was a sight to be seen, but she was also one who did not enjoy dating. When the Vampire attacked her and changed her into what she is today, she freaked. She not only was a Muggle-Born but a Vampire. She was a Ravenclaw when she went to school at Hogwarts, but she never finished her education. It was only out of fear, she did not understand herself what had happened and to this very day she is in search for her Sire.

Having lived alone for many years, Artemis did not expect to find more Vampires in Rome as she did in Venice. But when she did return to Rome, she met her Sire and another vampire, Caelen Sage, though she did not know her Sire was before her. Her Sire was ashamed of what he had done to her and so made his other creation never tell a soul, especially Artemis. The three lived together for around 2 years and during that time she began to yearn to be around more people. But she feared she would be unable to withstand the scent of their blood, as she saw it that if she did not need to kill but only take what is needed from a few people then they'd be okay. And so after her Sire and Caelen left Rome, she began her hunt again. She was rather curious about why she had been changed and what not but also to see what time of man her Sire was. But she never did find the man and so she just settled down after a very long period of time, which is about 30 years to be exact. She began to yearn for the company that she no longer had since her Sire’s and Caelen’s dwelling. Of course she had fled her home once she found out what she had been turned into.

But after the yearning past, she began to want to finish her education as a Witch. Though at the same time she did not want to, as she feared that society would banish her because of what she was. And so, after a long period of time she finally convinced herself that she needed to finish her education as it was a passion of her’s. After hunting for a school that she thought would be perfect for herself, she decided on going to Beauxbaton. After talking with a few people that she knew that went or had went there, she was convinced that it was a school that accepted Witches and Wizards of ALL blood. And now, this where Ms. D’Amico is…Forever 17 and going back to school.
Personality:[/color]
Artemis, is nice enough. She's rather kind hearted and has a soft spot for animals. She hates killing and such but yet, if you flare her up a bit, she'll turn out to have a pretty nasty temper. She somewhat looks sullen and moody on the outside. Rather snobby and cold. And that's probably the first impression you'll get from her. But have you ever thought that it was all a mask? One she puts on to hide the real self from others? Oh believe me, you would be surprised to dig a little deeper and find out what she really is. It's such a shame more people don't want to spend the time doing so. Artemis, is a tad bit shy but after breaking through that, she'll be one of the out-goingest people you know. Sometimes she can be a bit evil, quick to judge, quick to jump to conclusions. She's sly and cunning. But brave and courageous at the same time. She has a split personality you can say. Artemis is carefree. She does what she wants without thinking over the consequences over. She's rather a trouble maker and is usually caught in the middle of some prank or another. She can crack a joke through almost anything. Yet, she'll always flee the scene of the crime before she's caught. One of the few things you're certain to get with her is a good laugh. She's hardworking, fair, witty, smart, creative, artistic, loyal and brave yet slyness and cunningness are way up there. She's power hungry deep inside evil snobby. And that’s exactly how you can view her. Many become afraid of her. She chooses her companions very selectively and looks down on those she views lesser than her. View her as you may the snobby, up -class girl, or the class clown or maybe, just maybe a normal teenager…forever that is.
Sample RP:[/color]

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[tyler]

First Name: Tyler

Last Name: Walker

Age: Sixteen

Appearance: Tyler has swift, combed-back, blond hair that is slicked to perfection. Before he had been bitten, Tyler had been in the eyes of most of the girls at Beauxbatons, but Tyler is more swift and inhumanly beautiful to the common eye. His clothing usually describes his feelings; red for anger, blue for depression and yellow or any other type of bright color for happiness. His baby blue eyes are perfect for any kind of emotion. He can smolder over anyone almost with his muscular and inhuman body.

History: To describe Tyler's history could be like a fairytale gone wrong.

Once upon a time, in 1943, a beautiful bouncing boy was born in a hospital in the middle of Paris to a loving couple who were already blessed with one son and now were graced with a second. The young couple could not have been happier and enjoyed a blissful life which was later completed by the birth of a third child, a little princess called Mackenzie. A move a little bit south set the family on a straight track to success and happiness it seemed the family was now perfect and that this idealic life was destined to be forever filled with love and happiness.

This was suddenly altered when tragedy struck, a matter of weeks before prince Tyler's twelfth birthday his mother was diagnosed with cancer and died very suddenly after. The whole family were devastated and Tyler found the only way to sooth his aching heart was to turn to a life of taking dangerous risks and, yes, smoking at such a young age. He made a point of keeping his turbulent lifestyle from his father in order to save him from more heartbreak.

Markus Walker turned to work to deal with the loss of his wife and built up a successful IT business making him one of the states richest men. Josh and Mackenzie dealt well with their mothers death and over the following 6 years grieved and moved on remembering their mother every day. Tyler however turned to a rebellious life of reckless behavior. When he was sixteen Tyler, was walking home from his muggle high school and turned onto an alleyway. He saw a group of women that looked in their early twenties. They were wearing very rich clothing, and he spotted a golden purse. Tyler went over the plan again and again to try and steal her handbag. The group had gotten closer and he was about to do it when one of the women turned to face him and exposed her teeth. Tyler stumbled backwards in surprise and fright - wrong move. They crowded over him and bit him on his hand. Over the next few months Tyler was in hiding, eating bear blood in the forest not recognizing what he had become. A monster. A vampire.

He was angry when he found out, a typical teenage response. Tyler tried to be able to be among humans and turned put to be a kind and loving young man. Unfortunately, this all happened after everyone he knew, including his 'wicked' stepmother and his siblings. His father had abandoned their family after Tyler had gone missing.

Tyler's original mother had left the family a huge sum of money, and Tyler took it happily while he moved back to his hometown - Paris. The centuries passed and Tyler happily accepted the letter to be in Beauxbatons. He is in his sixth year at the french magic school and has not changed his appearance one bit. Tyler's successfully made many friends and has even dated a couple of young women here and there.

Though his sad 'fairytale' ripped his heart apart, Tyler is doing well right now and is a very happy young man who continues to give and hardly take.

Personality: Tyler is a troubled young man, underneath his kind and giving heart and attitude he is still a grieving boy with an aching heart. He grew up as a loving happy child surrounded by a wonderful family; a father he looked up to, a mother he adored and a brother and sister who were like his best friends. Everything seemed perfect until the death of his mother hit Tyler harder than he could have ever imagined. Tyler became withdrawn and bitter, his life revolved around making reckless acts at such a young age. That had quickly turned around, once again, after he had been bitten. After that he was just grateful for being alive. He was very frustrated with his life at first, but became happier and joyful as the centuries passed by.

Tyler is a party boy; he loves nothing more than showing up to a party in the school, or anywhere else really, he was or was not invited to and having a fantastic time there. The other addiction Tyler has is acting; he adores acting whenever he can. He has starred in many school plays in his old muggle-school, and also many outside of school. Tyler is still a young boy grieving for the loss of his mother and the abandonment of his father. Tyler tries to put up with it all, but it is still very difficult and sometimes finds himself crying himself to sleep. There is a mean, rude and obnoxious side to Tyler that is only released when someone really 'special' can break through his soft outside and boyish face.

Tyler had no interest in school since he started it. He only really got a little interested in it when he had found out he would be going to Beauxbatons for school. Tyler is a laid back sociable person who belongs in this environment; involving parties, friends and girls. He has no interest in doing something important with his life as he doesn't see himself having any significance to the world.

Sample RP: Tyler Walker stopped walking and closed his eyes in silence. He only heard footsteps walking on the marble floors of Beauxbatons and some quiet chatter that passed him, fading in and out of his hearing distance. Tyler opened his eyes once again and spotted his common room. Walking, actually it was more like gliding, swiftly across the hall, he quietly whispered the password to the talking and moving picture that guarded the common room.

Silence automatically fell upon him. The rumble of footsteps outside the common room slowly came back into his ears, and he smiled. There was no other student in the common room at the moment. His hair fell down onto his eyelashes and he moved them, before Tyler went to walk up to his dormitory.

Once inside the room, Tyler walked to his 'personal' bed and opened up the Muggle Studies textbook he had gotten just a few days ago. He studied for the test until someone knocked on the door and opened it slowly. Tyler closed the textbook and glanced contently at the newcomer in the door way.

Must be Sournois

[hollistontyler]

First Name: Holliston
Middle Name: Renae
Last Name: Tyler
Age: Twelve
Appearance:
Holli has dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Her teeth are straight. She has pale skin. She tried to always wear a smile, when she could. She is a little under average height for her age, but it’s not that noticeable. Holli likes to wear dresses and skirts, but doesn’t always.

History: Holliston was born to a family with a muggle mother(Lily), wizard father(Charles), and a three year old sister(Kamilla). They loved each other very much. The first full sentence Holli ever said was ‘I love you.’ The whole Tyler household tried their hardest not to fight, but of course the parents did without telling the kids. When she was two and a half years old, her mother had her little brother. Her new little brother, Christian, annoyed Holliston. He always cried and woke her up at night and she didn’t like him.

When Holli turned three, she started preschool. She learned to color, say her alphabet, and count to ten in her first year, but she was too young to go up to kindergarten, so she stayed another year. She made many friends, counted to thirteen, and could color a picture, although most people still couldn’t tell what it was. Her first picture was (supposed to be) a fox taking Christian away in a baby carriage. Her grandmother saved it in her office and laughed every time she saw it. Holli was proud of her work, even though sometimes her sister made fun of it.

In September while Holliston was still three, she went downstairs late at night. She sat down on the couch, but then heard her parents fighting and coming down the stairs. She ran and hid under the couch. She watched them throw things at each other, yell at each other, then after about twenty minutes, her father went upstairs and came back down with a suitcase. Neither of them had a clue Holli was watching this all. Mr. Tyler said he was leaving the next morning. Holliston’s mom stayed downstairs that night and her dad stayed upstairs. Once the woman was asleep, the young girl ran upstairs and cried in her room. She didn’t sleep that night.

After the adults were divorced, her mom started dating again. She dated a man named Robert. He seemed nice. Holli and the family loved him. Holli, Kammie, and Christian still went to see their dad in his apartment according to Mrs. Tyler’s work schedule. They also went on some weekends. They got along just fine. Although Charles wasn’t crazy about Robert. Holli was just fine with the arrangement that went on. Robert and Lily got married when Holliston was four and a half years old.

When Holli was six, Robert and Lily got divorced. Lily decided that he was being a child and she couldn’t stand him anymore. He was being stupid and was a bad sport. He threw a fit because of a card game!! That was all it was. He lost so he was mad. Holli wasn’t as hurt by this divorce, even though she was still sad. She heard them fight when she was awake in her room. It scared her a little.

Holli’s father went out with a lot of people, before he found one to stick with when Holli was ten. Unfortunately, Kamilla hated her new stepmother and stopped going to her father’s house. Eventually, Holli saw what a real monster her new stepmother was. She got mad over stupid things, and when she was mad, there was no knowing what she would do. One fight they had, she ripped off two of Charles's shirts and threw his phone across the room. Another one, it was mainly Holli and her fighting. She had yelled at Kammie, and Holli stood up for her sister. Then, she insulted their mom, and Holliston would never let that sit. Holliston wouldn't enter the house. She ran to the police that were conveniantly down the road, but they left too quick for her. Holli absolutely hated her new stepmom. Then, she quit referring to her as her stepmom. She became known as her father's wife, and that was it. For some reason, Charles and Courtney never divorced. They always "worked it out."

Holli’s mother also dated someone, Daniel. He was a nice guy, although he did hurt the animals harshly when they did something wrong. Sometimes Holliston felt like running away because her mother’s boyfriend was mean to animals. (Holli always loved animals.) He was a fisherman. daniel sometimes cut fish to sell them. Holli thought it was completely discusting. She couldn't stand blood. She passed out at the sight of it. Lily and her mother’s boyfriend got married when Holliston was almost twelve. He seemed like the right person for Lily.

Personality: Holli is a caring person. She always loved animals, no matter what they were. She never even intentionally killed a spider. She would trap them and put them outside. She would always try to comfort and give others advice, even though she sometimes couldn’t follow it herself. She always tried to look at things with a different perspective. She learned to think of others that had it worse than her. She tried to cover everything up with a smile when she was around other people, but when she was alone, she didn’t care.

Holliston loves to read. It was her favorite thing to do in the entire world. She learned to when she was five, but still needed help pronouncing and knowing what some words meant. To this day, she reads all the time. She can almost always be seen with a book in her hands. Her second favorite hobby is writing. Holli is a very creative writer, and gets advice on it from whoever is willing. Writing isn’t nearly compared to reading in her life. She doesn’t always write for a purpose. She writes in her diary whenever she can, which is about every day.

With Holliston comes clumsiness. She trips over a lot of things, and sometimes she just doesn’t pay too much attention to things and runs into them. She doesn’t try to hide it. Most of the time she just laughs over it. People laugh at her but she ignores them. She accepts the fact she’s a klutz and smiles about it.

Holli can sometimes be a little stubborn. She isn’t mean, just doesn’t listen well. Some things will bend in her mind, but there are also some things that once she has her mind made up, it’s set. The only reason she would ever break rules is because she wanted to do something else with a strong urge. There isn’t much to this side, but she shows it every once in awhile.
Sample Rp: Holliston looked at the time as got a snack from the kitchen. It was eleven thirty in the night. She grabbed an apple and got some water. She ran up the steps and got herself a book from the shelf on the way to her room. She pulled out Good Night, Mr. Tom. Once she read the back of the book for the summary, she knew she wanted to read it. Holli walked back into her room, set her food on the bedside table, and cracked open her book. It appeared as though nobody had ever opened the book before. The setting of the book was World War II in London.

After reading and taking breaks to eat or get a drink of water, until midnight, Holliston closed the book, turned on the television, and covered herself with the blankets on her bed. She fell asleep quickly and woke up at six in the morning for school. Holli walked over to her closet and pulled out a pink dress, and matching pink shoes. She put them on then walked to the bathroom. She pulled her hair out of the red bow and combed through it. Once plugging her straight iron in, she walked to Christian’s room and over to his bed.

“Wake up, Christian. Time to get ready for school.”

Christian awakened and Holliston walked out of the room. She went back to the bathroom and began to straighten her hair. Once she was done, she unplugged the flat iron and recombed her hair. She ran down the steps and stumbled on the last step. She fell and landed on her knees. She rubbed her knee and got back up. She walked over to the kitchen and saw Christian sitting at the table. She smiled at her little brother and opened the refrigerator and pulled out the milk. Holli got the cereal out of the cupboard and a bowl. She put in the cereal and the milk in the bowl and walked over to the table.

Holliston started to eat her cereal. She was excited for her first day of seventh grade. She was also scared. She was going to a new, and much bigger school, and the classes would be different and harder. Kamilla told her everything would be fine, but Holli was still nervous. She wondered how Christian felt. He was going into fourth grade, also changing schools.

“So how do you feel about going to fourth grade?”

Christian shrugged. “A little scared, but I think it will be okay.” Holli smiled at him. When she was done with her breakfast, she put her bowl in the sink and put her milk away. She ran upstairs, grabbed her book, her bag and walked back to her brother. They went to the front door, completely ready to go and waited for their car pool. Once the car was there, they ran out the door. They hopped in and buckled up, ready for school.

Just on thing I wanted to note, but I'm not asking you to change it. So she understood the the whole thing with her father leaving at the age of three? Somehow seems a bit young but I dont know.

Must be Cossu