Sorting (Term Nine)

[adrienne]

First Name: Adrienne Marie

Last Name: Reynolds

Age: 13

Appearance:


History:
Adrienne was born after her sister, Monique to Dominique and Juliet Reynolds. Her father was a pure-blood while her mother was a muggle-born and that made her and her sister half-bloods.

Adrienne's childhood was a silent one. She was taught how to read and write by her mother, taught how to play games by her sister, Monique and being taught by her father how to do some few things. She was always the quiet one and her mother and father didn't quite notice her until she was talking to them or they wanted to talk to her, which seemed very unlikely because she'd nod or shake her head but she never really uttered a word until she was 2.

After Adrienne had been talking for a year, her sister received a letter from Beauxbatons. It was a stormy evening when her sister left and curios, she had looked at her sister's stuff. She didn't bother with the diaries because she didn't understand yet what her sister had written.She found it after 30 minutes of searching in her sister's closet. She had sat down while the house-elf bustled around Monique's room, cleaning up the mess. Adrienne, realizing that she could be seen, had walked into her small room and she sat on her small bed and she opened it.

Not understanding some words, she called their house-elf who appeared in her room. She asked for the house-elf to read to her what the letter contained and she listened as the elf recited, 'Dear Monique, You have been accepted into ....' She smiled and watched as the elf vanished in thin air. "Why do they disappear?" she asked herself in her child's voice.

The answer was given to her when her sister returned home for Christmas and she had berated her sister questions, some that were easily answered and the other questions had to be answered by their parents.

Knowing what she'd receive when she was able to go to school, Adrienne read through her older sister's books, determined to know what she'd be taught at school but it was no use. After all, she couldn't read yet at the age of 3.

When she was walking outside, tired of the shadows of the mansion, she had seen a tiny speck in the sky. She had narrowed her eyes until she could see almost nothing and she saw was an owl, carrying a letter. Curios once more, she took the letter
from the owl and she opened it excitedly inside. Reading, she heard her sister talking upstairs. Wanting to make the others know what had happened, she burst into the room and began prancing about, saying she was going to Beauxbatons.

After a few days of waiting, she went to Beauxbatons with her sister.

Personality:
Adrienne’s a quite silent girl and she only talks to someone she knows. She's not the meet and greet type but once you get to know her, she could talk a conversation without glancing at her back for fear of being ambushed. Some people even tease her with that trait but that makes Adrienne certain that no one is following her and it confirms that she's alert.

Adrienne's pretty sporty but not entirely sporty that she'd go way overboard with sports. She'd be seen every morning jogging and in the afternoon, she'd be seen swimming sometimes to get rid of the heat and at middle-noon, she'd fly away in the Quidditch ring if no one was here. She was also taught how to defend herself as a child but since she was going to Beauxbatons now, she had forgotten every information about that list of self-defense.

Adrienne really really loves dogs. Whenever they had a family dinner at their aunt's house, she'd be found with the dogs, playing with them and sometimes asking her aunt if she could keep Blister, the youngest puppy of her aunt. Her aunt took some weeks to consider but had said yes in the end. Adrienne had pranced about in the living room with the pup, who seemed to like her presence.

Adrienne loves to read books. She has a stack of them hidden away in her room at home. Some were given to her and the others were bought by her at muggle malls and sometimes, ehr mother and father gave her some book that wasn't opened for some time. She would be burrowed inside for a couple of days and she'd be done within a week.

Adrienne also has a secret side of herself. Whenever she gets mad, she'd lose control over herself and she'd start doing things that she hadn't planned to do. no, she doesn't kill but she'd usually do something nasty like calling someone a 'Mudblood' even if it wasn't true and worse, she'd tell them to go home because Beauxbatons not for them but she doesn't really mean it. When she's done doing those things and her anger starts ebbing away, she'd ask what she did and then she'd ask for forgiveness, if the person would forgive her.

Sample RP:
Riiiiing!

Adrienne's eyes opened as her sister's alarm clock went off. Sleepily, she pushed herself from her position, wile rubbing the sleep from ehr eyes. Adrienne wasn't the type to wake up early but she had to if she would go to her aunt's place to pick Blister up. Yawning, she slid from her bed and stretched for some time. After a few moments of staring up into space, she shook herself from her trance and she walked to open her window. As she opened the window, she heard the birds twittering and some singing a melody. Adrienne watched as a bird landed on the windowsill, near where Adrienne was standing.

The bird looked up at her and Adrienne couldn't help but giggle. She stroked the bird and after a few moments, the bird took flight again. There was a knock on her door and she heard her father's voice from outside. "Adrienne, hurry up dear. You know Marjorie doesn't like being kept waiting." he said. Adrienne poked her head out and saw her mom, outside, weeding the garden. "Mom, you going with us?" she asked, loud enough for her mother to hear.

Her mother looked up and said, "Not today Dri. The garden needs some attention right now." Adrienne took one good look at the garden and immediately agreed silently with her mother. It was almost covered by weeds and the plants were lacking some water. She knew her mom would fix it up in a jiffy once they left and she won't bother watering the plants.

She withdrew her head and she walked to her closet and pulled out a sleeveless shirt and a pair of shorts for she didn't want to roast especially when the day was hot and crisp. She laid the clothing on her bed, ending down to pull out a pair of thongs. She took a long time deciding on what pair of thongs to use and she finally decided on her pink Havaianas sandal.

She walked in the bathroom and she turned on the shower and turned on the heater. She waited for a couple of minutes and she placed her hand under the steady pour of the shower and she found it warm enough for her to take a bath. Slipping under the shower, she sighed as the warm water hit her pale skin. She took the shampoo container and she squeezed the bottle until a satisfying amount was there on her palm. Sighing, she brought her hands together and rubbed them. Soon she lifted her hands and she felt the bubbles underneath her hands. She continued to do so until she turned on the shower again for she had turned it off a while ago.

She watched as the bubbles slowly disappeared and she was now done. She took a towel from the hanger and she she dried her hair and walked outside. She changed pretty fast and was downstairs in no time at all. There, she waited for her father and sister. After a while, they were in the car and ready to go. Soon, they were there in Aunt Marjorie's house. It looked small from afar but it look big when you were close to this.

"Auntie?" she said as she entered the house.

Based on how you wrote her history, there would have to be at the least 8 years difference between the sisters. Since there are 7 years in a magic school, the chances of her going to school with her sister is impossible. I also need you to watch your writing, as you seem to put everything together in run ons that confuse the reader.

[clemencebenard]

First Name: Clemence

Last Name: Benard

Age: Fifteen

Appearance:

Clemence is a beautiful girl with natural tan skin (her mom is a half-Filipino), and a bright smile that would brighten up anyone’s day. The most unusual thing about her is her violet eyes, which easily entrance anyone she meets. Her wavy brown falls upon her shoulders like a waterfall, and is incredible soft and silky. Her style of dress is usually very elegant, but not overly fancy. She wears an elegant silver heart shaped locket, which her grandmother gave to her before she died.

History:

Clemence was born and raised in Paris, France and is a true French girl. She was born to Jean and Sophie Bernard and is the middle child of four children. Full of elegance and sophistication, she is a stubborn girl, but can be very understanding and is a good listener if people need to vent their feelings. Both her parents are French, and the Benard family is very wealthy. Three generations of Benards have gone to Beaubaxtons, so it was no surprise when Clemence had received her letter.



Clemence grew up in a world of wealth and sophistication, and her family is considered one of the most respected families in Paris. Clemence never really cared for the glamour of wealth, and always dreaded going to fancy parties. But, she learned to tolerate it, though who knows when she’ll blow her top.

She never really liked the Muggle world, and was relieved it was her time to go to school. At first, she did not like Beaubaxtons, and wanted to go to Hogwarts instead, but she soon learned to love and school and it has become like a second home to her. She couldn’t imagine going to any school except for Beaubaxtons.

Personality:

Clemence is a very intelligent girl who always follows the rules. Some might say she’s quite a goody-goody, but she’s a very cool girl who gets along with practically everyone. She’s always happy and smiling, but if you make her mad, well, let’s just say it’s your funeral.

She’s very stubborn and firm on her beliefs, and never likes to be wrong. She shows quite a talent for Charms, and is very understanding and is a good listener if you ever need to vent.

Sample RP:

Clemence shook her head. Her mother and father were impossible. They never quite understood her hate for fancy parties and frilly dresses, and they probably never would.

She tossed her hair back, her beautiful features looking back at her. Clemence was a half-veela, and nearly attracted attention wherever she went. It would get quite annoying, but just like she learned to tolerate fancy parties, she learned to deal with people staring at her wondrously.

Her footsteps, feather-light and graceful, she made her way downstairs, ready to tolerate another fancy party. Let’s just hope she doesn’t blow her top.

“Clemence, there you are!” her mother’s elegant French voice drifted up to greet her. “It is about time to go.”

“I know it is, mother,” Clemence replied in an equally elegant French accent.

“Come come,” her mother ushered her out the door.

Clemence shook her head. She’d much rather be in her room reading books and studying for school. Or maybe writing a story full of adventure and romance. But, as a Benard, she had a duty to do. And that duty was to be as elegant and as poised as a rich girl could be. If only life was simpler for her….


I need you to fix your name so that there is a last name and a first name as your display name.

I fixed it. Is that better now?

Must be Rouerie

[cameron]

First Name:Cameron
Last Name:Elliott
Age:13
Appearance:

History: Cameron was born in London, England. Her mother died giving birth to her, leaving her with her father, who didn't want anything to do with her. He blames her for her mother's death, as does Cameron's older siblings as well. Jay and Jennifer, twins, and Cameron's older brother and sister, loathe Cameron with as much spite as they can possibly muster.

Being without much love and support from her family, Cameron turned to a girl at school, who was very eccentric and out-going. Always one to stand out and be who she wants to be, Cameron followed along with the girl, (Alyssa), and started doing her own hair, and as time went on, she realized she had magic within her. Her father, finding this out, hated her more. For magic had been what killed his own mother. Not being able to stand her any longer, he sends her to Beauxbatons.

Personality: Cameron, or Cam, is a very bubbly person. Shes the one that speaks up for what she believes in and lets people know what she thinks. She's very open-minded and will believe almost anything one tells her, if she knows their telling the truth. She loves to sing, and dance, and write her own poetry. For her, writing is like escaping the horrible life her father condemned her to for years.

Because her family made her feel unloved, whenever someone (a guy), tried to tell her otherwise, she would push them away. She can understand loving people and them loving one another, but to her, loving her would be a sin. She has no self-confidence whatsoever, but doesn't let this get in her way with making new friends.

Sample RP: The dark lit corridor, barely lighted Cam's way as she made her way towards the grounds. Her feet bare, and barely heard along the cold floor, her eyes roaming, and her head looking back every few moments to see if anyone was following her. Finding nobody, she crept on, crouching over, ready
to dive for cover if one were to walk by.

"Almost there," She muttered to herself and opened the door that would help her escape to the outside world. She could no longer sit in her bed like a prisoner of war, with her arms crossed. Fighting herself not to write was like trying to stop a hex without a wand. She had grabbed her notebook and pencil, and had headed out the door, looking back several times. She needed to write and in the dormitory wasn't a good place for inspiration.

I'm letting you know that the history seems oddly inconsistent with the personality. She's given no love, yet she's this bubbly extroverted person? The only thing that fits in her personality is that she pushes people who tell her that they like her away. But again, if she so easily makes friends, why doesn't she push them away? Does she assume that they just dont like her and plays along with it?

[amie]

First Name: Amy.
Last Name: Stark.
Age: 16
Appearance:


History:
Amy was born in the Uk. She grew up with a really awkward, complicated family .She is not really happy in life. She is trying to live her life like other people. Amy ran away from her mother. She hated her family. They never appreciated her. Her father left her and her mother wen she was seven years old. As Amy grew up, she had a very small amount of friends. Then her mother went psycho and Amy just had to run away. She coudnt take all the yelling anymore. Amy ran away to an old friend of her's and her friend told her about Beaxbatons. Her friend was nice enough and drove her to Beaubatons. They were like sisters but Amy just had to leave and get a carreer or go to school. So here she is now at Beauxbatons. Trying to lie a normal life and trying to make some friends. Hopefully she will.

Personality:
Amy is very shy. She probably wont really make any friends unless some one approahes her first. She loves to read and draw. She spends most of her time in her room doing that. Amy is a very creative girl and she loves to sing. Right now, she is trying to work on being more talkative and approaching others.

Once you get to noe her you'll see that Amy isnt that bad. She's really nice. Her mother always said that she would never get a boyfriend or she would be a party animal but she doesnt see that. Sure its possible but whatever. It's not like her mother's there to see what happens anyways. So anyways, Amy is a very nice girl. Juss dont get her annoyed.
Sample RP:
Amy sat down on the nice fresh cut grass with her chin resting on her knees. It was a nice pretty day. The perfect day to hang outside. She sat there listening to the birds and the wind rushing through the tree branches. She layed back against the tree trunk and started watching the students enter double doors of Beauxbatons. Amy didnt have classes yet. So she was juss chilling out here enjoying the view while it lasted.

She was pretty excited about going to school. But she was afraid of not making any friends. Weather people would like her or hate her. Thats one thing she hated about going to school but she had to do something in life. Other than being locked up in her room. So here she is.

Must be Cossu

[yuyalove]

First Name:
Yuya
Last Name:
Miura
Age:
Looks like 17, but in reality is 171
Appearance:


History:
23rd July 1837, Vatican City. Small baby boy was born for Chihiro Miura and Alphonse Delaflote-L’Armour. After finding out that a few of Alphonse’s relatives might be vampires, they decided to hide, being afraid that their son would get hurt. Why? Because they thought the vampires wanted to hurt them. That their relatives wanted to hurt them. That wasn’t the case yet they still ended up sleeping under bridges or in old stinky motels and barely eating anything. They just kept running and running a few years for nothing until they moved back to France where the two of them had met for the first time, and decided to start a life in there, their son, Yuya, being already 5 years old at this point. He spoke fluently French as well as Japanese, making his parents proud for knowing two languages already in such a young age. Of course, they tried their best to teach him English as well, knowing he’d definitely need it one day; it was the most used language after all.

First ten years went well in France, Yuya being already 15 at this point. He had gone to school, getting a reputation as a troublemaker as well as quick witted boy. Of course, adults believed he was totally innocent as his crimes always seemed totally impossible for him to do. Why? Because of magic. He had discovered he can do magic, not wanting to tell about it to his parents, but use it for stuff that seemed important to HIM at the time. He didn’t get caught as Ministry wasn’t as strict about underage people doing magic as it is now days. And obviously, Yuya went to a normal muggle school, because he didn’t even have any idea that there were schools like Hogwarts and Beauxbatons, meaning Wizardry and Witchcraft schools.

One day when Yuya came home from school, he discovered her mother dead on her bed. No, she hadn’t been murdered, but she had had a lung disease for quite long already and she had fought against it hard, but in the end it took her away. This made the boy extremely depressed and the last time he has cries, has been at her funeral. After that he hasn’t cried a single drop. Not even when his father died a year after from meningitis. Therefore Yuya was left all alone, only at the age of 16.

For nearly a year he survived alone, doing part time jobs and trying to behave, but most of the times he got fired for not listening the rules, being too arrogant or getting customers upset. But then he met a young man whom was rich and promised to give a great pay for the boy if he would work for him in his mansion. Of course Yuya would never say no to money and the offer sounded like a dream, because of other things; getting his own room in the mansion as well as his own bathroom, lots and lots of free time and of course the mansion was full of beautiful maids. Now that seemed like a perfect job, didn’t it? The glory last only for a week or so though, when Yuya noticed his Master’s odd behaviour. Before he realized the whole truth, it was already too late as he got bitten by his Master whom was actually a vampire.

First Yuya didn’t realize what he had become, but figured it out soon enough as he noticed his blood thirst. For years he feed himself with humans, but soon started to feel totally horrible about it, feeling absolutely nonhuman. Therefore he moved into animals, even though it was seriously difficult at first.

After all the years, Yuya have studied both muggle subjects and magical subjects pretty much by himself up until now as he decided to get himself into real Wizardry and Witchcraft school which happens to be Beauxbatons since he has lived mostly in France. Therefore he will start his first year in Beauxbatons as soon as he just gets accepted and sorted.

Personality:
Actually, Yuya is rather flirty and is nearly never up to any good. All of his life he has been a troublemaker yet nearly always been able to act innocent with his sweet smile which totally melted the adults hearts when he was younger. Even now, he’s able to get out of trouble with his smile and just purely acting innocent… even though he’s actually far from it. Sure he has sweet and kind side in himself, but most of the times he’s still confident and selfish self.

Even though he is like a playboy, he does believe in love. He just doesn’t want to fall in love as he’s a vampire. He’s too afraid to. Therefore he usually just plays around and never stays too long with only one person. He doesn’t want to get hurt or to get anyone else hurt either. When you meet him the first time, you definitely wouldn’t believe it would be like that, because he can be rather arrogant, but when you get to know him better you realize that he actually has at least LITTLE bit heart left.

Sample RP:

Bite. Chewing. Swallowing.

Now what do you first thing when you hear something like that? Someone eating apple of course! Right? Well, at least at the moment Yuya Miura, “young” vampire boy was sitting on a tree branch while holding a book in his other and an apple on the other one. Sure the apple tasted like ash in his mouth, but he knew that his neighbour had been wondering a long time already whether the boy ate anything or not, so he had decided just to show off a bit that he indeed was eating something at least. This wasn’t exactly what he normally ate, but all the muggles thought he did, so he had no choice really. Besides, he had done the right thing, because he soon already noticed his neighbour glancing out of her window towards him which just made a slight smirk appear on his lips before already turning next page of the book.

Slight yet warm wind was blowing to his face, making his hair right in front of his eyes which why he constantly had to push the hair out of the way. He was seriously getting annoyed about this, but he had to stay a moment longer so that he could make the neighbour more pissed off as he proved she had been wrong; he did eat. Of course there was a reason why he got upset more easily than normally. It was because he hadn’t gotten HIS food for rather long time. He needed blood. There for he definitely should go hunt tonight so that he wouldn’t attack his “poor” neighbours. Also, he was going to travel tomorrow to Beauxbatons, so he wanted to be in his best mood when he would meet the headmistress, Madam Maxim. Actually, he was reading a book about Beauxbatons history the very moment, though he was trying to hide the cover from the neighbour, not that he’d be afraid of getting found out about being a wizard (because his neighbours were way too dumb to guess that), but because they would probably think he was reading some kind of children’s book. And that would be way too embarrassing to him, wouldn’t it?

History stuff didn’t actually interest him at all, even though he didn’t know a single thing about Beauxbatons, but he some how felt like he WAS the history. He, himself. Part of it at least. After all, Yuya had lived for 171 years already. But it would look totally stupid if he’d just sit in tree and eat and apple, so he had had to bring something to do with him, and he had just earlier received Beauxbaton’s history book, so he had thought that it would definitely entertain him while he’d show off a bit to his snoopy neighbours. Too bad the whole setting, meaning apple, book and wind, were all ruining his moment, so he finally jumped down from the branch, which wasn’t THAT high actually, before already walking back inside to his small house, throwing the apple in the garbage and dropping the book on the kitchen table. Now he didn’t have anything to do, because he had packed up all his stuff already and would be ready to leave to Beauxbaton right away. Well, not exactly. He still needed to go to hunt, in order to stay calm the next day when he’d be sorted and stuff.

”Better be off already…”

Yuya muttered to himself, heading outside already, noticing it would get dark soon. Calmly he kept walking towards the forest, like a normal muggle as he certainly didn’t want to get any attention in his last night being there. Or actually he knew that he shouldn’t cause any trouble a day before going to Beauxbaton, so that he’d make it to there. He definitely had to. Therefore, only after he had entered the forest, he sped up and let his senses take total control of his body; it was time to hunt.

Must be Sournois

[kana]

First Name: Kana

Last Name: Totoro

Age: 16.

Appearance:
Clicketh.

History: Kana Ai Totoro was born on the 26th of August. She was the daughter of Kaori and Ryumi Totoro, sibling of none. Just before she was born her parents moved from Tokyo to the outside of Osaka, Japan. Tokyo was getting too crowded and Kaori and Ryumi wanted their daughter to grow up somewhere where she could actually make something of herself and get a good education. Her parents were both very strict, especially when it came to school.

Kana grew up in a normal Japanese home, with a normal Japanese family. Or so she thought. Growing up in school, she took notice of the fact of how the other flawed children were ridiculed. Maybe for having bad acne, or having the wrong hairstyle. Clothing wasn’t anything to worry about, considering the fact that she attended a school with uniforms. In fact, nobody ever said anything about Kana. For some reason, she was never ridiculed for having the wrong hairstyle or hair color or anything. She was flawless and very beautiful. Just like her mother. But with an extraordinary kind of beauty. She disregarded it figuring that her acne and other teenage things would probably come later in life.

Kana was a pretty good student in school, however, her parents were very hard on her. Her father allowed her to learn how to fight with a katana, but that was mainly it. They expected her to maintain the highest grades and to study every night. Especially, her own mother-Kaori. Kana was never able to go out with her friends or even attend any school-related activities, unless it was a project-fair. Kana always did her hardest and best work in school, but not being able to have any fun was torture.

One day, Kana brought home a grade that she wasn’t so proud of. Instead of the usual lecture that most Japanese moms her friends had gave, she got an even more cruel punishment and a lecture. Her mother told her that if she had ever brought home another low grade, she would give her an even worse punishment or even send her away.

So, Kana tried harder. One day, her friend-Momo- asked her why she always worked so hard and why she never had any fun. Kana asked herself the question, and with that everything changed.

Pretty soon her attitude changed. The first thing that went was her style. Instead of her usual uniform, she began to dress more casual. More Harajuku. She ended up getting sent home from school, but managing a way to hide it from her mother. And then, she stopped going to school altogether. She figured, this way she would have time to spend with her friends and figure out her life. Some of her friends ditched school and their punishments were half as bad as hers. She only wanted to run her own life. And not to be owned by her parents.

But then her mother found out. Kana didn’t know that she could keep it up for so long, but eventually the other talking parents let it slip that Kana hadn’t been in school for a few weeks and they were wondering what had happened to her. So her mother gave her an even worse punishment. Sick of it, Kana threatened to run away. She didn’t know where she was going and she certainly didn’t have much money[her parents wouldn’t let her have a job because they wanted all of her focus to be on her studies and school work].

And then came the letter. From a place school called Beauxbatons. A letter basically offering her a home, food- but with the price of more studying and working hard. It was a school after all. Kana decided to take it. It was better than living on the streets of Osaka anyway. She was sick of her parents, and she was sick of this place.

While she was out saying her goodbyes, her mother went snooping in her room and found the letter. She waited for Kana to get home. When Kana saw the letter in Kaori’s hands, her mother told her that she wasn’t going. Her mother informed Kana that her mother, her mothers mother and so on, all went to Beauxbatons. And that it was a privilege; something to be proud of. She asked Kana how she could ever let such a terrible daughter go and represent her family. Kaori left Kana alone to think. Ryumi-her father- took that chance to come in and explain more depth about Beauxbatons. He told her about the school, about the magic, and about her being part veela-just like her mother and just like her grandmother and so on.

Kana understand then and packed for the journey. She just hoped that Beauxbatons had way more to offer her than Osaka did…

Personality:

Shy. Around people, Kana is shy. But don’t get her wrong. At first, she’s quiet. You may only hear her talk once in your life! But after you start to really get to know her, all she does is talk. When she’s in a room crowded with a lot of people, her shyness, once again, overthrows her and she’s quiet. During class, she likes to keep to herself but out of school, and only with her friends, she can get pretty wild.
Independent. Kana doesn’t rely on other people. Never. After the events that occurred with her mother, she doesn’t like to have to depend on other people. The same goes for people depending on her. The weight of the world ain’t nothin’ but torture. Kana is someone that other people can rely on when it comes to advice, but when it comes to helping someone out with their dirty deeds, Kana is definitely not the one.
Intelligent. One thing that she took from home wasn’t dignity but her smarts. She doesn’t have a photographic memory, but Kana remembers most things that she sees or hears. Except the things that she blocks out of her memory. Like home. She pays attention in class and enjoys getting good grades. Kana is also good at telling when people are lying. It’s definitely a skill that might come in handy at Beauxbatons.
Curious. Shy, but curious. Kana’s curiousity sometimes gets the best of her. She often finds herself in complicated situations because of it. She’s smart enough to get herself out of them, but they just keep coming and coming. Kana knows that when she goes to Beauxbatons, her curiousity will probably get the best of her even more and she will probably have even more situations to deal with.
Cautious. Fun-loving, but cautious. The last thing that Kana will do is trust someone. Trust was a quality that she left behind in Osaka. Because of her mother, she doesn’t trust people that she hasn’t known for a long time. And even if she did trust someone, she wouldn’t usually spill her guts to them. Her emotions are never usually displayed. Kana also has a big problem with people touching her. She shows affection, but only verbally, unless you're a really good friend. After the punishments with her mom, letting anyone get too close won’t be happening any time soon.
Rebellious. Just like her rebellion at home, she will probably be rebellious at Beauxbatons. Kana doesn’t like to be told what to do and when to do it. That was something that she’s running away from. She wants to run her own life and do what she wants to do.

Sample RP:
There was a small crunching sound as Kana Totoro made her way through the forest.The deeper and deeper she got,the darker and darker it became.Now that she had stopped studying for awhile ,the main place that she had been at was the lake. Ah,reminiscing. Kana hadn't been in the forest for awhile now. She sort of missed its eerie quietness and the fear of always thinking that someone might just be lurking around you,or near you,or...behind you.Just the thought made the girl shiver with anticipation. Yes,how she loved the forest.

Kana was dressed in a pair of dark skinny blue jeans. She was wearing a long red shirt with white polka dots splattered onto it. There were two black chopsticks hold up her blonde and dark brown hair.Her red and white converse made small noises as she stepped over decaying trees and particles. Kana’s deep eyes scanned the forest.Looking.Looking for what? She didn't even know.Just looking.The teenage girl seemed to be even more pale than she usually was. Which was highly unusual for her. Kana sighed and stopped in front of a tree. She put her hand on one side of it and looked around. There was a loud grumbling sound and Kana sighed.

When was the last time she had eaten?

She couldn't even remember! No wonder she had seemed just a bit more snappy and pale lately. It only ever happened when she was just a bit hungry. Kana ate like there was no tomorrow, but never managed to gain weight. She brushed her overgrown bangs out of her face and looked up into the nighttime sky-or what she could see of it. The way the trees caved in over the sky,you'd think that there was no light at all.

But there was just a bit shining in through the leaves.

The deformed trees cast shadows along the ground,making it even more eerier than what it was before. Oddly enough, Kana actually liked it. The feeling of knowing that you could be in danger right when you set foot into the forest. Again, her curiousity was getting the best of her. Kana sighed and continued deeper into the forest. Deeper. Darker.There was a small snap sound from behind her. Kana continued to walk,figuring that it was just another student. Snap! There it was again. She paused but continued to walk a second later. It was probably a person trying to frighten her with a game of hide and seek. Well, it took a lot to scare Big Bad Kana. Then, it came again.

Snap!

This time, Kana whisked her two black ninja chopsticks out of her hair,letting the long blonde and blacks strands fall into her face. She quickly whipped her head around."Who's there?" Kana asked, just above a whisper. No respond. Maybe she really was losing it. All this studying had done her no good. Sighing, she looked down at the two chopsticks in her head and smirked. What was she going to do with them? Throw them like darts. Sadly, she didn’t have her katana with her, so if anything creepy and creature-like managed to make its way by her, she had no way of protecting herself whatsoever…

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Must be Rouerie

[thawke]

First Name:

Tobias (James, a.k.a, TJ)

Last Name:

Hawke

Age:

17 years old

Appearance:

Standing at 5'11'', Tobias is probably one of the skinnier boys you'll ever see. He's not deathly skinny, but probably skinnier than the average seventeen your old boy. He's a little more built that anyone else in his "clique". Mostly, when you see guys with all black with makeup on, you picture tiny teenagers that have bodies more fragile than a female's, but Tobias used to swim so he has a little more toned of a body. He isn't into cliques and being like everyone else. One of his motto's is, "Fads will come and go, but your style is your own."

Tobias has the brightest green eyes you'll ever encounter. Yes, maybe even more brighter than the boy who lived, himself. Sometimes, his eyes will have little hints of chocolate brown and maybe a speckle of blue, so you could say he has hazel green eyes. Or maybe hazel-green-eyes-with-a-little-bit-of-blue. But I think hazel green is easier to remember. His eyes really are the gateway to his soul. His eyes can sometimes be very placid, and mysterious. This is helpful when he wants to close himself from the rest of the world, and when he has to hide his secret--he's a werewolf. But other times, his eyes have a calm and collected sensitivity about them. His eyes are a mystery in themselves. Growing up, his eyes were the same, but his frame was not. He'd always had a rounded face--because when he was younger, he'd been overweight. You could never tell now since he lost all of it, but he used to be really chubby. So his face is a little rounded in some ways, but he's defining a strong jawline, and thanks to braces, he has straight white teeth to work with that jawline. He's a pretty good-looking guy, if people would see past his makeup.

Make-up, piercings, and tattoo's is a must for Tobias. It completes his style. Usually, he wars black, or whatever he gets at Hot Topic or Remnant, so he defines his look by his makeup. But usually he keeps it pretty natural. He just puts eyeliner and eye shadow around his eyes. Though, you never know what color shadow he'll use, because he changes it around everyday. He doesn't limit himself to the goth/emo standards. He loves black, but likes to put color into his wardrobe. Whatever colors are with his clothes, he usually puts that main color into his eyeshadow, and there's his look. As for piercings, yes he has a few of them. Four, to be exact. He has two nose piercings, which are rings on each nostil, and there are two on each side of his lip. Tobias has way too many tattoo's to count.

History:

October 31st. That's the night it all started. After ten hours of labor, a baby boy was delievered at midnight on Halloween. It was a weird birthday to most, but Tobias loved his birth date. That was because every halloween he got double the candy. He'd have a birthday party during the daytime,a nd then at night, TRICK OR TREATING! That was his favorite holiday, for more than one reason. But of course he wouldn't know that was his birthday until he was about two or three.

Tobias' first several years is the years that his mother and father would learn to cherish forever. From the time he was two or three, or maybe even a baby, his parents called him wild, ornory, or rotten. As a toddler, he loved to run around and be hyper. His parents could never give him too much candy or sugar, or he'd be "bouncing off the walls", as they put it. He was a pretty normal kid. Well as normal, as normal could get. He'd have it good until he was about six or so. That's when he'd find that he was overweight.

You've got to figure that having five years of candy-riddled birthday's would make you overweight. Throughout his elementary days, he was constantly picked on. Thankfully, he had his mother and father on his side, and they helped him through everything. But one day, since he did live in New York at the time (he was born in Italy, but had to move for his fathers quidditch job), there were a bunch of bullies that wanted to beat him up, and succeeded. He came home with a busted lip and a black eye. That's when his father was enraged and taught him how to take care of himself. That was one of the things that made him look up to his dad, he always had your back.

So a week later, they came after him again, but he was the wiser one. He ended up knocking them out before he had to move to France. His father had gotten a job with a french quidditch team, where he'd be one of the lead players. Of course, Tobias was very excited for his father, and couldn't wait--but he'd also had to leave the couple friends that he had. So happy and sad, he left for France, happy that he got revenged on those bullies before he left.

France. Tobias was ten years old when he moved there. His father would be a beater for a quidditch team there, and thats where they'd stay. His father had promised no more moving around, which pleased Tobias' mother, who stayed home with little Tobias, who was then being homeschooled in the art of magic. His mother was preparing him for what was to come. And what was that?

Beauxbatons Academy. Tobias thought it was an all girl school, so he was very excited about it. But then he found it was for boys too, but they were known for their veela's. His mother wanted him to go to an all boys' school, but his father didn't like that, because he thought his son would turn out to be homosexual. But nature would take it's course, especially when his father found him hanging out with a guy (when he was fifteen), and they kissed. That's when he admitted he might, sorta-kinda, like guys. His father was enraged, but eventually accepted it when Tobias had his first real girlfriend. As long as he still liked girls, his father could live with that, and his mother was already so supportive. They were both his protectors and he respected both of them.

Tobias got his letter at the age of eleven, and started to attend Beauxbatons Academy, where he is right now. There, he can be himself. Some know him as the art/band freak, but most know him as a pretty awesome guy.

Personality:

Tobias, even since he was little, is probably one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet. He has a big heart, of course that came with the big body he used to have. He'll be nice and respectful to you if you do the same in return. If you're rude to him, you can expect him to be the same way towards you. He's big on the whole respect others thing. Once you've befriended him, you've made a friend for live, but once you've made him your enemy, there's no turning back. Unless of course he has sentimentality stuck in his throat, then he might forgive and forget.

He's very, very funny. He gets that from his father's side of the family, where a couple of comedian's exist. He has more of the dry humor, where it's mostly sarcasm. He can turn almost anything into a joke. He's not a stereotype where he's depressed and cutting himself for attention. No, he loves to live and life and be around his friends. He loves to party and act like a little kid. Of course he has seriousness about him at times, but he's really the life of the party once he loosens up. He loves to act wild and stupid with his buddies, and really knows how to get someone he see's as a love interest. He's a pretty charming guy.

Now that most of the good stuff is over, let's get to the bad stuff. Having been deep into meditation at one time, the vegetarian boy is usually calm and collected. But if you push him over the edge, which is sometimes easy (or hard) to do, he can have quite the temper. He is a scorpio, and they're known for being powerful. They're also known for being the most sexual, but we wont get into that. You don't want to cross him, or you'll regret it. His friends would have to pull him off of you to keep from choking you out, or just plain killing you where you stand.

There are many, many aspects to his personality, and if you want to really know them, go ahead and talk to him. Just follow the loud sound of the bass guitar.

Sample RP:

Bright green eyes shifted as loud rap music blasted from the room beside his. The expression of annoyance on his face told you that Tobias wasn't very fond of rap music. Rock was more his scene. And those kids who thought they were gangsters, were playing the music as loud as they could. "God, are they trying to break the sonic boom?", Tobias groaned in distress. Here he was, trying to write and draw at the same time, and they were in there playing Eminem and 50cent, two artists that he hated with a passion. With an eyebrow raised, Tobias got up, walking over to his dresser, turning on some Three Day's Grace. Reaching out his hand, his fingertips turned the knob on his stereo and the loud guitar drowned out the annoying rap.

"Ahh..", Tobias sighed in relief, a smile on his face as he went to his dresser.

Running a hand through his multi-colored hair, Tobias used his other hand to rummage through his dresser. He knew he needed to get out of his room, so he'd have to take a hot shower.

"Here we go.", Tobias grinned as he pulled out some clothes from each drawer. He kept his clothes organized, in each shelf--for some reason. At least, he tried to. He'd organize them then a week later they'd be all over the place. Organization never worked. He needed creative chaos anyhow. Thats where he got inspiration.

Steam rolled through the bottom crack of the bathroom door, the sound of running water all that could be heard. Tobias stood inside the shower, and had been for the last five minutes. He'd been stuck in his room for awhile, so this was a long-overdue shower. He'd have to burn the clothes he wore. The teen laughed at that thought as he washed his long hair. Believe it or not he'd just got it cut, and it was about to his shoulder. But thankfully, a lot of people had it, so he wouldn't be considered a freak. But that was in America; he didn't know if it was a custom across the sea. Sighing, Tobias turned off the shower and stepped out, not bothering to wrap a towel around him as he walked over to his hamper, where his clothes lay.

Spotting his uniform, the green-eyed boy put them on, running his hands down his torso to flatten out his clothes. He hated wrinkles in his clothes. No, he wasn't some model boy, but it annoyed him to no end. Maybe it was a complex. Tobias walked in front of the mirror, flipping his wet hair back, just going through it with his hand. He never bothered to brush it down. After messing with his seemingly black hair, the dark-haired boy walked out of his bathroom. He grabbed his sketch book and his lyric book, walking out of his room.

Rap music. He heard it again. That made him think of when he turned on his music, and never turned it off. That'd show them, huh? With a smirk, Tobias walked down the many hallways, groaning as he tried to find a quiet place, free of rap music and the jocks, who overran the school. His chocolate brown eyes wandered the halls until he saw two big doors with signs that said, "Silence is Golden".

"This must be it.", he said and looked over his shoulder, seeing a jock. This would be fun.

"Oo, what's this, poetry?", he quidditch jock asked with a grin, looking through the book.

"Give it back, musclehead.", Tobias said, standing his ground.

"Alright.", the jock smirked and opened the library door, pushing Tobias in and throwing his book at him.

Sighing, Tobias picked up his book and walked to an empty table, biting his lip as he looked down at his books. His fingers tapped the cardboard cover of the book, wondering if things would change at this school.

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Must be Cossu

[emilysandes]

First Name: Lorellie
Last Name: Renaisse
Age: 15
Appearance: Long hazel brown hair, curls to her waist. Thin. Pale skin. Hazel eyes. Dark and sensitive.
History: Lived with mother Neisse in France. Father passed away when Lorellie was 6 years old.
Personality: Sensitive. Soft. Polite in every way. Loves any shade of blue.
Sample RP: Lorellie entered her bedroom. She sat down on her bed and pulled out a piece of paper. The piece of paper was a letter from her friend Allen. Allen was Lorelie's closest friend. Alllen was a boy. She knew him even since she were six.



Whoa, this is horribly short. You need to add WAY more to the personality, history, and rp sample.

[madeleineswanepod]

First Name: Madeleine

Last Name: Swanepod

Age: 17

Appearance:
she's 5"8 and very slim.

History: born to a highly respectable pure blood family, her mother, Anastasia, is English, and father, Sébastien, is Frence. Due to the language difference between the parents, Madeleine can speak both English and Frence very fluently. Madeleine is an only child.

Personality: Madeleine believes in beauty, and strive's to be just that, and it is very noticeable to everyone around her. She befriend's only the good looking people and puts down the one's not so fortunate. A very popular girl who achieve's high grade's with minimum effort. She can be quite the b*tch, but only because she says what she thinks. Around people she like's, she is very outgoing, but not to loud. She like's to be herself as much as posible.

Sample RP: The moon's refelction flickered upon the rippling water. The tree's billowed in the harse night's wind. A dark, cloaked figure could be standing in the dark. The figure would appear to be a girl, small in shape and size. She stood quite still, just staring at the water. Then the snap of a branch distured her and she looked up. Across from her, on the other side of the water, someone stood, watching her. A man. He gazed down at the broken branch then back up at the girl. Very quickly he moved around the lake to get to her. She waited, watching his every move. Then, suddenly, he was in front of her. His platinum blonde hair sweeping across his cold grey eye's. Call it crazy, but to her, he was beautiful. And to him ..




eeek. think you can guess who the boy is


No, cant guess who the boy is. You need to really work on your writing because you use too many commas and it makes things confusing. Trying reading it outloud and look for natural pauses, that may help. Also, you need to add more to the history. Remember that (in her personality) there will ALWAYS be someone better than her in grades, so dont make her smarter than everyone else.

[israeliboii]

First Name: Marcel
Last Name: Maritimus
Age: 17
Appearance:
History: When Marcel was a little boy, his parents gave him off to an orphanage because he was not like all other humans. 1) He is a wizard and 2) he has was born with eyes that change into anything. It could turn into different colors, different styles, and even different pictures inside his eyes. He is able to make his eyes look like there is a dog walking inside them, like a reflection. He used to not be able to control it, but now he can. He takes interest in the dark arts, but does not use it on anyone. He studies it and he trains it, but he never uses it against people. He only uses the dark arts when in training. He would almost never use the dark arts against anybody. He is actually very friendly with people. It's the enemies that he can't take. He always likes to start trouble so that he may show them that they made a mistake.
Personality: Marcel is friendly and very polite. He likes to OK around a lot with his friends, but nows when to stop. He has the blood of a werewolf, so nighttime usually becomes a big problem for him. He usually like to go to the woods before a full moon, and just sit there. Eventually he would turn into a werewolf, but not hurt anyone as he plans. He is not friendly with his enemies, and would never befriend one.
Sample RP: Marcel walked into his room and closed the door shut. His roommate in the bunk bed under him. "Hatzeelooh" he said, which means something around "help me" or "free me" in Hebrew. He was in the orphanage in "What is wrong" his friend asked. He looked at his friend under him. "I can't wait to get out of this place, but I have to. I want to just leave already." he said. He sighed and laid back down on his pillow. "Where are you going" his friend asked worried. Marcel looked at his friend, all confused. " You don't know?" he asked him. "I'm going to Beauxbatons." he told him.

I'm going to have to ask that you check for spelling and grammar mistakes please, especially in your RP sample. Also, add more to the personality. He's a werewolf but he doesn't go out at night? That would be against his natural instincts or something lol. And also, how can one train in something but never use it? That would mean that they never train. You have to use it in order to train in it or even for it.

Alright. Remember that when he turns into a werewolf in RP he has to have had that potion, alright? remember to be realistic about it.

Must be Rouerie

[harley310]

First Name:
Harleen

Last Name:
Quinzel

Age:
Sixteen

Appearance:


History:
On the sixteenth of November, Jack and Norma Quinzel had a beautiful baby girl. They decided to name her Harleen, because Norma had thing for odd names that nobody else would have. They were the typical pureblood family. Jack was a hard ass and Norma spoiled Harleen. All in all, they were a really nice family and got along rather well.

Growing up in France, Harleen loved it. Since her parents let her do pretty much anything, she went wherever she wanted whenever she wanted. This is how she got to know the part of France she lived in.

By the time she was eleven and received her letter from Beauxbatons, she was already ecstatic to go. She had her bags ready and packed and went to the school.

Personality:
Harleen has quite the personality. She is very mean and gets it from her father. When someone upsets her, she has no problem snapping on them, but won’t if it isn’t necessary.

Just because she’s a b*tch doesn’t mean she is stupid. She is a very bright girl and knows it. In school, she can get A’s and B’s if she wants, but sometimes she just doesn’t care. It’s rare though that she would let herself fail.

The stubbornness. Harleen gets it from her mother. As she does her attitude and looks. If Harleen thinks she is right, she won’t change her mind. Not even if you prove her wrong.

Sample RP:
Eight in the morning and Harleen was already outside in her shorts and t-shirt. Today, she just didn’t feel like staying inside. Inside was so dull and dark. Outside was bright, warm, and full of noise. Laughter from the children at the nearby park. Chirping from the birds that hung on the telephone wires. Harley smiled as she walked down the sidewalk with her hands in her pockets.

Now where was she headed? She hadn’t a clue yet. She often walked around without having an idea where she was going. She didn’t care, especially since her parents didn’t. She sighed and looked around her. The park was the first thing that caught her eye. The slides and swings were a bright pink and nobody could miss it.

Harley walked over to a swing and sat herself down. She smiled calmly at the children that were playing on the slide and jungle gym. She knew them. They were her neighbors kids, pureblooded as could be. She started swinging and looking up at the sky. It was quite beautiful. She just wished she could fly up there and hang out on a sky. Oh wait, she practically could.

Must be Sournois

[victoriamarie]

First Name: Victoria Marie (Goes by Vee)

Last Name: Devereux

Age: 16

Appearance: i30.tinypic.com/os96w9.jpg

History: Victoria Marie Devereux was brought into the world on a snowy Tuesday in December. Victoria is often described as being vivacious and quite a character and is adamant on the fact that she will not be referred to as Victoria but as her prefered nickname, Vee. Vee's mother died giving birth to her, leaving Vee and her older brother alone with their father.



Vee's family has an interesting history. Her father, Charles Devereux the 3rd, was born into the wealthiest pure-blood family in Paris, France. Vee's father did not attend Beauxbatons but attended Hogwarts, where he broke the Devereux tradition of being sorted in Slytherin when he was placed in Ravenclaw. However, Vee's mother, Renee Adams, attended Beauxbatons and was happily in Rouerie, the house that Vee hopes to join. Renee, being muggle-born, was the first member of her family to ever have magical powers and so she worked extremely hard. Charles was 3 years older then Renee and both worked in the ministry. Renee worked below him but they quickly became fast friends and eventually began dating. Charles' family threatened to disown him if he did not stop seeing Renee but by the time this happened Charles already knew Renee was his soulmate. Vee grew up never knowing her father's family, and only having her dad, brother, and her mother's parents to raise her. Her father works late hours at the ministry so Vee spent a lot of time with her mother's father learning all about the history of American jazz, because her grandfather was a musician. Vee is in love with music but hopes to pursue a career in medicine as a healer. Vee sadly doesn't remember her mother, having only known her for an hour on the day she was born but has a collection of items that belonged to her, and keeps a copy of her parent's wedding photo with her.

Personality: Vee is definitely her grandfather's grandchild, absorbing all his interests in jazz music and the classics. She is constantly spotted in her hometown of London, England sporting a fedora and listening to one of many CDs she owns of the blues. Vee is an average 16 year old with a passion for the arts. However, Vee is a serious and extremely studious student and is hoping to be sorted into Rouerie, the house her mother belonged to. Like most teenage girls Vee is a little boy crazy and has always dreamed of having the type of whirl-wind romance her parents did. She hopes that one day she will save the world or at least rock it! She hopes to become a healer or a musician. Due to her parent's heritages she is also bilingual, knowing English and her father's native tongue of French. In school her favorite subject are transfiguration, defense against the dark arts, and ancient runes. Her dad introduced her to quidditch at a young age, hoping Vee would have his nature abilities as a keeper. Vee hopes to make the quidditch team but would prefer to be a chaser or a seeker. Vee is thrilled to be finally attending Beauxbatons and promises she will stay out of trouble. Or at least she will try.

Sample RP: Vee nervously drummed her fingers against the dashboard of her father's 5 year old car, anticipating the ultimate moment where she would have to leave her family for a whole year. Of course she was excited about going, this school is another connection she had to her mother. She wanted to see exactly where her mom had grown up. But then again she was nervous. She had attended Hogwarts for the past 5 years until she found out her mother went to Beauxbatons. She was in Ravenclaw at Hogwarts but she needed to know about her mom. Vee looked over at her dad. She saw him carefully trying to follow the directions he was given, however, it looked as if he was struggling. Vee was going to miss her family, it was particularly tough saying good bye to the only sibling she had. Her brother, Jake (aka Jacob), was a 7th year at Hogwarts. Jake was planning on switching schools to Beauxbatons this year with her, however, that all changed when he was made Head Boy. Her dad could not have been prouder when Jake was awarded the position. Her dad was Head Boy and she knew he was glad that Jake was following in his footsteps. Vee's stomach did another turn when she realized that once she got to school, she would be alone. Meeting new friends was scary enough, but being away from her brother was what really scared her. She ran through her mental checklist again. Text books? Check. School uniform? Check. Fedora? Check. Vee looked at the window and watched as once again the horizons of her hometown fly by. The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering, making Vee feel a little sick. Vee closed her eyes and only thought about breathing. It was just a new school, she could do it. Inhale. Exhale.

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 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]
A pale white eagle was in the hands of Artemis Saelena Saiwai Nakagawa D’Amico. The young girl was creating a poem, if not a song, or perhaps a story. No one would know what Artemis D’Amico was creating, for this girl always knew how to hide things. She hides one of her darkest secrets from most students at Beauxbaton Academy of Magic. And that secret would stay with her, till her death.

As her pale hand continued to move elegantly across the piece of fresh parchment, a soft melody and words came out from the laps of the young girl, “Can't walk down the street, Can't sit in my room, Can't close my eyes, Without thinking of you, Can't smell a rose, Can't look at the moon, Can't take a breath, Without missing you, It's such a beautiful thing, But it doesn't make sense, Without you babe, If I could I would make you love me, If I could I would leave this place, I'm the one who could make you happy, I try so hard but I can't walk away…”

The scratching noise of the quill was heard as she continued to sing, she continued to write, “Why can't you be here, Why did you leave, Is it my fault, You don't love me, Why do I cry, Why don't you call, Why does it seem You don't care at all, You don't feel a thing, I don't understand, Why I need you babe, I'm the one who could make you happy, I try so hard but I can't walk away…”

Her hands elegantly continued to scribble away on the parchment. And what Art did not expect was someone to come up to the Clock Tower late at night, 10:30 PM to be exact. So she did not hear the footsteps that were making their way up to the entrance of the tower. But if she had known, she would of never began to sing. Because she was afraid of that person’s reaction to her singing, and yet from what she had heard from others, she was a very talented singer.


And so words tumbled from the lips of the young lady in the full moon’s glistening light, “Get away get away, If I could I would make you love me, If I could I'd forget your face, I know I could make you happy, I try so hard but I can't get away, Get away from you…” As the last word left Art’s lips she allowed a small smile to grace her lips as she finally had finished her…poem.

It was called, “I’m Different”. The footsteps did not reach the young woman’s ear as she began to recite her poem, “I’m different.
I’ve always been different. It runs in my blood.
Yet you pass me in the street and you can’t tell we are not the same.

I look like you.
I feel like you do.
One day our children will play in the streets together
and they wont know they’re different ---”

She got cut off, because FINALLY she heard the noise. And being slightly scared, Art stopped speaking and awaited for the footsteps to disappear or do whatever it wished to do.[/size]

Your history is kinda spotty and mixed up. Like mentioning dating out of nowhere lol. Also your personality seems like you are everything. Like you were just filling it up to meet the requirement.

Must be Sournois

[missviolet]

First Name: Lily
Last Name: Violet -- Grey
Age: looks 16 actually 111
Appearance: img508.imageshack.us/img508/1413/m1jw9.jpg
She has violet eyes though
History: Lily was born an alignment child to King Henry VIII and one of Anne Boleyn's ladies-in-waiting. When the lady, known as Marianne, found out she had a baby she and Henry knew that this was God punishing them. She ran off into the woods and she slept there over night. When morning came she knew she wouldn't be safe for a while. She walked into the nearby
village and she begged a poor woman to let her stay until her baby had come. The woman had only a husband so the could spare a few pieces of bread a day. Marianne stayed with them until the night that Lily was born.

Lily was born on a grey night. Rain was pouring through the leaks of the house. Thunder clapped and lightning growled. Marianne sat in bed and the old woman and man, Mae and Angus, watched the midwife help Marianne give birth. It was at 12:00 that a little one opened the path of life and that another passed it off to her. Lily was born, but the birth had been too hard on Marianne and she had died. The last thing she had said was, "Lily." Mae and Angus then named the pretty young girl Lily. They could not afford a little girl for Marianna had eaten so much that they starved everyday. They would have to throw Lily on the streets. Angus would have to do that for Mae could not. Mae cried day and night for Lily, for she thought she was dead. Little did she knew that other living things can help the world too.

Lily had been picked up by a mother bear who had just lost her baby cub to an outlaw who was hunting in the King's Forest. She had picked Lily up and she had taken her away to the warmth of her cave. There Lily lived for her young years. She had stolen clothes from the village and she wrapped them about herself. She was well built and she never starved, for every week she and her mother would go hunting (her mother meaning the bear). They ate the deer that pasted them, Lily also ate wild vegetables. She had never eaten the poisonous ones, the bear knew better.

One evening when Lily went out searching for berries she saw a dark shadow. She thought it was just another friendly bear. She continued looking for her berry patch. She turned and saw the shadow following her. She got scared, she did her bear call so that her mother would hear her. She felt teeth sink into her skin. She wrinkled her body up and she sunk to the rough ground. The shadow left and her mother appeared, just a moment too late. The bear thought that she was dead, her strawberry blonde hair slowly turned to a brown. She had become a vampire.

For vampires your early years go by quickly, but once you turn about the age of five you start to take longer to grow. Lily had been two when she was bitten. Heartbroken the bear had died next to her. Lily had lost all she loved, she knew only to go back into her cave. She lived in that cave for decades, feasting on bunnies blood. She slept during the day and she stalked the streets at night. She helped helpless villagers escape from the clutches of burglars, that was her dinner for a week, the fresh blood of murderers and robbers. It felt good to help people out and eat at the same time. Lily was known as the shadow night, some thought her to be a girl, but most thought this could only be the heroic deed of a young boy or an older knight.

The King, ordered his men to find the 'shadow knight' or the dynasty of shadow knights. They asked all the villagers for information on the shadow knight, but they only said, it comes at night. Lily heard this and she came before the King herself. She only wore a short dress that she had had for years. She looked at the Kings court, everything was so new. She growled at them, saying hello in bear language. They thought her to be mad. She was given a scholar and if the scholar made her fluent in French and English he would be dubbed and he would graduate from Oxford. The scholar struggled with Lily, for she knew nothing of any language. He then decided she would speak through drawings. He drew the forest, she then drew her cave, she wasn't very good, but this was helping him learn about her. Through this process she gained the skill of drawing and he learned about her living with the bear. He still didn't know how to teach her English or French. This was when she looked the age of six. The scholar and Lily worked only during the day.

While Lily was with the court she would have to eat what they ate, which she could not. She always skipped meals and she only ate her dinner. Every night she would sneak out and drink the blood of deers and people out past curfew. She would then leave the bodies where no one would ever suspect them, behind a bookshelf in the library. She would the act like she was reading a book, while really she was eating//sucking the blood of an arm or part of a human body. She always did this at night. No one every came to the library then. Once she had been caught sucking the blood of a leg. The maid screamed and was soon thought of as mad.

Somehow the scholar managed to teach her to speak English and French. No one ever knew how he did it, but he did. The scholar was rewarded with land, money, and a position in the court. He graduated and he stayed with the court as a teacher.

Now that Lily could read the King needed to know her story. She explained about capturing the criminals, but she never said anything about sucking their blood. The King needed to reward her somehow, the only thing he knew was to give her a husband. She was now betrothed to a Prince named Charles. He was "two years" older than her and they would never marry, for he died before she was seven. She ended up marrying his great great great great great great grandson, Charles V. He was a Prince for he was the youngest son. She was married to him for two decades, they were married young, at the age of twelve. He was the only one who knew that she was a vampire, she feasted on the criminals still, but instead of capturing them she just took the imprisoned ones and ate them.

Lily was now known as Lady Liliana because Lily was not proper enough. After Charles death it was believed that she had killed herself for him. That was exactly what she wanted them to believe. She had run off, but now the forest was smaller. She ran off to France and she lived in a forest outside Paris. Before she knew it, Paris had lights and she was looking about the age of fifteen. Everything was beautiful in Paris. She now went into the city for she looked like an ordinary girl, but really she was a vampire. She now only had rabbits for dinner and she had taken a glass from a store and she poured the blood in it. It was a wine glass so when she drank it everyone thought it was wine. She had learned the new French, but she never forgot the old. She had also caught on to the new English. It was rather hard to learn, but she knew it.

Now automobiles were rolling down the streets. Everything had changed. Since children aren't allowed to be on there own until the age of eighteen a foster family had taken Lily in. They had named her Lily Violet Grey. Her middle name was for her eyes, they always were sparkling. Mr. and Mrs. Grey were photographers and they had introduced her to photography. She now takes photos then she will sketch them. She is tough and never cries for she doesn't know how to.

One spring morning an owl swooped by, Lily wrinkled her nose, they smelled terrible. She hadn't had blood in weeks, it wouldn't hurt to take a little drink, would it? She licked her lips and she let the owl fly away. She looked at the letter it had delivered. It was from a school her in France. It was a magic school, for witches and wizards, this was probably just fake. She opened it though, it was definitely not fake, no one hand writes fake letters, especially long ones, was she a witch? She showed the letters to her 'parents'. They were confused, but they thought it was just another boarding school so she would go. Lily thought about this, was this just another boarding school that was lying to her? It couldn't be, it had to be real.

Personality: Lily has obviously been through a lot and she enjoys friends that will not betray her. She has learned to be tough and deal with things, she also never cries. When shes with friends she is sweet and fun to be with. She also loves to laugh, it makes a good feeling in her throat. Being in the English court she always heard music and she came to write it. Sometimes in her free time she would sketch the musician.

Lily sometimes says what shes thinking, like if it was a witch or wizard she could be thinking 'fresh blood, mmm' and she accidentally says that. So if she gets friends who ignore her random comments and everything she savors them. She really hates people who are mean to her friends and she'll get nasty. Sometimes she forgets shes a vampire and she might try and bite you, it's happened once.

You'll always find Lily talking and usually with a smile on her face. When shes feeling blue she draws a bit about the things that she remembers from her childhood. Like the woods, she hasn't ever really painted them, but sketching is fine for her. She also gets really sensitive when normal people will cry so it's best not to talk to her then. Through the centuries she has learned to sing, dance, play instruments, toughen up, deal with loses, etc. Lily will get really nasty when you say her real first name, Liliana, she now despises it. She also hears, sees, and feels things no one else does. Everyone finds it a bit weird and gets creep-ed out.

Lily will be the loyalist friend you'll ever meet. She has a great personality, but people get scared around her and so she never has any friends. The ones she has she will savor like it's the last bit of chocolate left. She won't tell your secrets or play a prank on you. Shes also not easy to persuade, it's really hard to. When shes around people she doesn't know she usually gets all not talking and she zooms out, but once you get to know her shes fine. Also when shes with people that she doesn't know, but theres one of her friends shes outgoing and everything. After your first meet with her she'll be fine with you.

Sample RP: Lily crept through her forest and she whistled a soft toon to herself. She watched the trees creep behind her, whistling softly with the wind. Lily saw a berry bush and she took a bunch of berries and she ate them. They had a tangy taste, but she was hungry and mama bear was out hunting. She sat down and ate the berries, her strawberry locks swaying wildly. It was dark, but Lily was not afraid of it, usually the dark was her friend. She got up and looked around, she wasn't far from her cave, she walked farther away, a deer galloped by, making sure the bear wasn't with Lily.

Lily hummed a quiet melody that she had made up. She saw a clearing, no movement or sound was made, she got a creepy feeling. Something tickled her spine. Her stomach ached with butterflies, swarming around. She was friends with darkness, but would it betray her? She sighed and walked along, heading towards the cave, hoping to find mama back. A shadow stalked her, she sensed it. She started at a run, now she sprinted. Fangs bit into her neck. She slurped to the ground.

The air thickened and Lily eyes opened. Next to her lay her mother, dead? Lily crept over, check her heart, had she died because of Lily? She felt weird and guilty, she didn't like this feeling. She shivered and went back to the cave. That night Lily didn't sleep at all. She had always loved the warmness of her mother, now she just had a cold cave. She went into the village and peaked into them, through the cracks. They looked colder than herself, she went back to the cave. She had a thirst for blood though, she would have to quench that thirst sometime. She went to the cave and saw some scraps of deer meat, her stomach thought that looked good, but her head said, blood. Lily went over and she sucked on the piece, leaching out all the blood.

[the ending to the history was bad as well as the RP, sorry]

I personally think your history is a bit unrealistic, but you've explained it well and Beauxbatons could be considered unrealistic, so...

Must be Cossu

[daisuke]

First Name: Daisuke

Last Name: Kazuki

Age: 17

Appearance:

Standing at 5'9'', Daisuke is not the tallest boy around. Sometimes it gets to him, too. A lot of the guys at school are a lot taller and he used to be picked on for it. It kind of ran in the family. Nobody was ever too tall in his family, besides his brother Kenji Kazuki. Most of his height are his skinny legs. He's always been a very slim boy, only weighing in at 130 pounds. He'd never been a masculine one, but he could take care of himself. His father always told him that looks were deceiving, and they were once his father taught him martial arts, and kung fu. Being of Japanese orientation had it's perks. Especially in looks, he thought. For a japanese boy, he's pretty good looking. The girls like to call him adorkable, for his little kid looks. His smile is probably what gets them. Thanks to braces he had a very nice smile. His hair is something else that people love, being a fiery redhead. His father always said it was the hair of the dragon. It was weird, since his father's name meant dragon--Ryu. All in all, he's a good looking boy.

Now that we have general looks out of the way, let's start on his apparel and stuff like that. Style for this boy, is a big thing. He makes a lot of statements with the clothes he wears. Daisuke loves to wear colorful clothes. Of course, he likes blacks and whites too, but he loves to put color with them. He just likes to mix and match to see what he gets. His style ranges from oriental japanese outfits to simple jeans and t-shirt. He likes to wear many things from Japan, Europe, to styles from America. He's a visionary. You're probably wondering if he has any Japanese tattoo's. Well yes, he only has one--a red and black dragon on his right shoulder blade. He has only one piercing on his lip--which he loves.

History:

The Birth. Daisuke was born on October 12th, on the year of the dragon. At least that's what his father told him. That man was obsessed with ancient mythology. Of course that was chinese mythology, but he loved it all the same. He had chinese mix in him as well. His mother was chinese, his father japanese. They'd met one day when they were both on a trip to America, and met at China Town, as weird as that sounds. They spent the rest of the night together and fell in love, thus the creation of Daisuke Jinhai Kazuki.

Beginning Steps. When Ryuki and Jing brought the young Daisuke home from the hospital, that's when they gave him his real name. he had his father's last name, his mother's middle name, and a first name that both parents had made for him. When they brought him into their house, he was treated like a little king. The two were very new to parenting, and his father already had a business in Japan so from the time he was born, he'd never been poor or went hungry, like other kids. His life was great. But the parents would have their hands full when he got older.

Teeter Toddlers. By the time he was three, Daisuke was running all over the house. They had a large house by a lakeside, and it had a lot of windows. There wasn't one window that Daisuke hadn't ran into during his childhood. He was always running around, running into things, or getting into things. His mother had quite a time, and his father didn't even get much of what he did since he was at work, helping to produce japanese anime comics. His father was an artist and writer, so that's where Daisuke got it. He was drawing from the time he was three, on.

Stuck in Elemetary. Even though his parents never told him he had magical qualities, Daisuke knew he was different from other kids. Especially when he started Elementary School. In Kindergarten through fifth grade, he was picked on for being so skinny, his bright hair, all he did was draw, whatever the kids could think of. One day, he'd gotten so made that he set some kid's hair on fire. Since that day, his parents knew he wasn't going to lead a normal life. So, that's when they had him homeschooled. But along with regular subjects, they told him that he came from a long line of great japanese and asian sorcerers. It would be something passed down to his brother Kenji Kazuki, who was two years younger than he was. Since then, he studied magic and all about it.

The Journey Begins. Daisuke's journey would begin at twelve years old when he was accepted into Yoshi's Academy of Magic. He spent his first few years of magical school at the academy, where he learned ancient magic. But that wouldn't be the kind of magic he had to learn to really get into the magical world. Knowing this, his parents decided to take him to one of the more established schools. They'd heard about the happenings at Hogwarts, and decided he'd go to another, so they chose Beauxbatons. That's where he is now, free to be who he wants while learning the magic needed to get by in the magical world.

Personality:

Energetic. That's what makes up most of his personality. He has incredible energy. Daisuke had always been restless and hyper. When he was little, his parents figured he had some kind of hyperactivity syndrome. They just looked away from it, actually thinking it was amusing. All the time, he was running around like a maniac, loving sugar and candies and running into things. That's what wore him down, being too energetic. To this day, he's always got to have sugar to run on, or else he'll go nuts until he does get some.

Childish. Daisuke loves to act crazy, act like a little kid. But thats not the only way he acts like a kid. If he's mad about something, he'll actually give you a puppy dog pout, full on with big eyes and a pushed out lip. That's just his way of being cute. He loves to act childish, but can also be childish if he doesn't get something he wants, or if someone is being mean to him. He's a pretty sensitive times, but dont me wrong, he does have his serious moments.

Artistic. Coming from Japan--and his father being a manga artist--Daise is very artisitic. Not just in drawings and illustrations, but in his writing. He likes to write everything from songs, to just regular poems. He loves to write stories, and draw pictures to go with him. He's actually making a comic, but it's still in a thought process. He's not sure whats going on with it.

Fun. This kid is loads of fun to hang out with. He's always acting crazy and getting high off of sugar. He loves all kinds of candies and always loves to hang out. Not only that, he's very funny. He can make a joke out of anything. It ends up being silly, but funny in his own little way. He's really the life of the party, and that's why people love him so much.

Sample RP:

The scratching of a pencil bounced of a sheet of non-smearing sketch paper as a young japanese red-head sat by a tree near the lake, drawing the scenery around him. As his hazel-green eyes scanned his surroundings, the big lake came into view, the edges lined with the newly-bloomed flowers. The whole scene was beautiful, and to Daisuke, the flowers were the best part. Sure, call him girlish, but he loved nature, and flowers were just a part of them. Why did they have to be only for girls? He really didn't understand that, and he found he was putting extra detail on the flowers in his drawing. He was able to see the inner beauty of things, so naturally, the flowers were the most vibrant thing in the drawing, besides the bright waters of the Beauxbatons Lake. They shimmered into his eyes, making them bright.

Closing his color-changing eyes, Daisuke inhaled the spring breeze, smelling something so familiar. Was that--"Candy?", the boy asked himself, his closed eyes snapping open, his bright orbs changing to a pure green as he looked around, as if the candy was going to dance before him. He had to have it! The japanese kid got up, leaving his sketchbook lying beside the oak tree as he ran off towards the smell. Would his sketch ever get finished? Not while he was disguised as the candy hunter.

Must be Rouerie