Sorting (Term Thirteen)

[mme. o. maxime]

To get sorted you must put on the blue cloak, pictured below, and it will read your thoughts to see what kind of person you are and to see what house you belong in. The cloak once belonged to Adora Rouerie, one of the original founders. She is the one in the picture below.

Sorting Cloak



Three houses' threads entwined
Within my cloth of blue
One thousand years of history
Have led us down to you
Which house do you belong in?
Rouerie, Cossu, or Sournois
Which will you find your kin within
You're sure to found out soon

Beneath the raven lies
A house of purest blood
The house of Boden Sournois
Takes only those bourgeois
Whom posess the parfait sang
It breeds those of arrogant mind
And those of blackest heart
Are sure to find their kind

Those who choose to join
the house of blue and green
The place for those of a mind keen,
Those students of Adora Rouerie.
A peacock is the house bird
And tradition is the word.
Most who make their home
Are clever, kind and shy
They are often found soaking up a tome.

Last of all, is the house
of those with creative thoughts
Whether be music, art, or poetry
Creativity is to be wrought
Of those who are chosen
for the home of Jocelin Cossu
With colors of the purest white and bluer than the sky
Cossu may be the one to pick
For your imaginative eye

These houses, three
Noble, each, it's sure
Whether you're clever, creative, or pure
We have a home for thee
Amongst the hallowed halls
Of Beauxbatons Academy

--Sorting Cloak Song by Bella Fiore

Important Links:
Beauxbatons Handbook
Required Items
House Histories
Site Rules

Reply to this thread to get sorted!

To be sorted I want you to fill out the code below. Also please don't go copy the traits directly from the history. Just write truthfully about your character.[/b][/size]

[b]First Name:[/b]
[b]Last Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Sample RP:[/b]

*I need at least one paragraph for History and Personality, no exceptions. Longer if one paragraph doesn't explain things well enough. You can either write a paragraph or post a pic for the appearance of your character. For the sample RP, we don't need an insanely long RP(but two to three paragraphs would be nice), just a RP sample that shows your ability, it MUST be one with the character you are signing-up with, not from another site, thanks. As for age, no student can be over the age of 18.

A few pointers for your sorting application. Make sure that your history makes sense! Make sure that your character has flaws, no one is perfect period! Make sure that each section is long and strong enough.

[tifa]

First Name:Tifa
Last Name: Tsuki
Age: 15
Appearance:

Tifa's hair merely reaches partway down her back. She wears at most times a skort with a black ribbon on each short leg instead of a regular skirt. She wears a sleeveless white shirt underneath a sleeveless black vest with a zipper, and when dueling wears leather gloves.

History: Tifa was born at 2:14 am on a Sunday morning with the stars twinkling above the hospital. The room in which her mother gave birth in was all white and a window near the bed looked out towards the rural town where a soft breeze would occasionally blow in. Tifa‘s father was sitting in a chair next to her mother holding her in her arms staring into the beautiful face of their new bundle of joy. Tifa slept silently as her mother would occasionally look over the bed to stare into her baby’s face and let out a sigh of relief that her pain was now over and she could help start the family she always wanted.

The next day Tifa‘s mother was released from the hospital, but was forewarned to get a lot of rest before taking on her role as a mother. Tifa‘s father took Tifa and her mom home where he tucked Tifa into the Hot Pink baby cradle they had bought about a month ago for Tifa. Her father and mother gently laid her down into the cradle and gave the baby a kiss on the forehead wishing the baby to sleep tight. Her parents then left the babies room turning on the baby monitor on there way out to there bed where they lay in the black satin covers looking up at the ceiling wondering how there life would change with the new baby before drifting off to sleep.

The next few years went smoothly Tifa was now 9 years old and was becoming a bright child. Tifa‘s mother had told her that they where getting a visit from a new person today Tifa was very happy and excited to meet someone knew. Tifa kept on asking her mom questions on who would be coming when and why, but her mother simply said ill tell you when they arrive. 10 hours later Tifa‘s mother was in serious pain, Tifa didn‘t know what to do so she called for her father. Tifa‘s father knew right away what they had to do so he buckled the family into the car putting in a suitcase or two filled with clothes and they drove off. They had arrived at a hospital and Tifa became very scared that her mother was about to die that she started to cry. When getting her mother into the emergency room Tifa‘s father came and told her to calm down and that nothing was wrong with her mom, Tif‘s eyes had dried up and a smile had reappeared before her face.

The next morning Tifa‘s father had awoken Tifa from her sleep in the hallway outside of the emergency room and took her inside. Tifa came running up to her mothers side and gave her a big hug. She then asked what was wrong with her and her mother replied that their new visitor had arrived. A nurse in white came into the room carrying a blanket and handed it to Tifa‘s mother. Tifa‘s mother then said welcome your new sister Shelke. Tifa‘s smile was now bigger than ever she had always wanted a sister and now she did. Just as they did with Tifa, Tifa‘s parents took Shelke home and put her in a new cradle where they kissed her forehead good-night and leaving the room with the baby monitor on. The only thing different this time was Tifa was so found to have her first sibling that she decided to grab a blanket from the closet and a pillow from her bed and went to sleep next to her new sister for he first night.

The years once again flew by and Tifa and her sister where happily playing in their back yard enjoying the wonderful sunshine. Tifa was now at the age of 14 and Shelke was now 6. Shelke was a bundle of energy while Tifa was calm and sedate. The sisters where complete opposites. Tifa then found a beautiful flower growing in her mom’s garden. Tifa gently sat down took hold of the steam and lightly picked the flower and put it into her hair. Shelke stared at her sister for two minutes then rushed to the garden and roughly pulled out a flower roots and all. Tifa couldn’t help but laugh she grabbed the flower Shelke plucked and removed all the unnecessary debris and put it into Shelke’s hair. Shelke then smiled at Tifa and said thanks.

Many months later Tifa’s parents got a divorce separating the children. Tifa was sent to live with her mom and Shelke was to live with her father. Tifa and Shelke where now very sad since they could not play anymore. Tifa then later on found Shelke’s address and they would constantly be found writing letters to each other. They where now sister pen palls they felt like they could never be separated again. Many years passed and Tifa’s mom died in a car wreak. Tifa was deeply depressed, but she decided to fight on and got a job as a pizza deliver girl for the local pizza place. Tifa would delivery to all kinds of houses in the city. She once had to deliver pizza to her sisters house where she rushed to get there as fast as she could so she could spend at least a minute with her, but when she got to the door and delivered the pizza her father slammed the door hard on her face. Tifa became very sad as her father’s parental attitude had gone down the drains and he did not love her. Tifa then promised herself she would never return to this house again.

Personality: Tifa is a serious person when it comes to being a witch, as it is her life’s dream when she was a child. Despite her serious and fatefully allegiance to being a witch Tifa is very calm when out and about town. She is an overall nice person to the villagers in her home, as she takes care of the children who also wishes to become wizards. Tifa is essentially a motherly figure to any young up in coming wizards.

Sample RP: Tifa was a gentle type so when she calmed down she panicked and became scared as she had never wanted to harm him, but her emotions seemed to have got the better of her. She had rushed over to help him to find he was close to death from the burns. Tifa who was normal the kind and gentle type couldn’t believe she had done this for about a full year she lived in fear of becoming angry again to where she secluded herself from most other people. Until her mother came to her side to calm her down she told her about her blood and how that was just something she inherited from her. Tifa’s tears seemed to have been leaving her face as her mother calmed her down and Tifa understood she had accepted her powers and hoped not to be able to use them to harm people again.

Tifa was very successful for a while until she right before she turned 10. She didn’t raise to the power of throwing, but did get to the dancing part. It was for another one of her friend’s birthday. She was invited under special circumstances, as they knew what had happened when she was younger. What caused Tifa to get angry was when her friend opened her gift she didn’t like it and chucked it into the trash. Tifa became a bit angry as the friend was acting very spoiled, so Tifa decided to dance and when doing so everyone in the room that was male become transfixed and stared with eyes wide under her control. What each kid did was different between the rest the birthday boy took all his presents and threw them into a shredder leaving them present less. Another took all his clothes off and went streaking through the neighborhood. Many others did different things, but sooner or later some of the parents broke them from her trance. Tifa scared some of the other kids and she somehow was shunned by the kids to were she lost a few friends.

Over the years Tifa learned to control her powers under the supervision of her mother who was full veela. Tifa learned that the best way to stop from getting angry is too think of other stuff happy things and that might just help her. It took Tifa a while to learn, but by the time she had entered Hogwarts she was able to control herself. Tifa also seemed to have another deep connection with her Veela blood when her wand she got had the core of Veela hair. This proved to be a great addition to her magical abilities as it helped her remember even though she was a witch she was still part veela and she had to keep her emotions in check.

Must be Rouerie

[panda]

First Name: Bianca
Last Name: Shardae
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Bianca was born in a small town in Spain with parents Giselle and Max Shardae. She was second born with a sister, Lillian, about three years older than herself. At first she was close to her older sister; looking up to her, always wanting to play together. The pair was inseparable, it was as if they had been born twins. As they grew older, the age difference grew more obvious. Lillian became more bossy and ignored Bianca more and more once she left for school. Bianca had no other friends, as they lived in a muggle community and she had shown her magical ability early on as a child. She often played alone in her room, or with the family dog. She loved animals. Max, being a muggle, had a normal job as a manager for a large company. He was relocated to France when Bianca was around 10 years old. Giselle, being from France originally, thought it would be a great opportunity to show Bianca the witch side of the family. As she now lived in a magical community she was able to make friends and became quite the social butterfly. Before long, it was time for schooling. Giselle had gone to Beauxbatons and had been in Rouerie. She encouraged Bianca completely and was excited for her daughter to live up to her full potential.
Personality: Bianca seems shy at first, but once she opens up it takes a lot to get her to stop talking. At first glance she seems almost full of herself because she won't approach someone she doesn't know very well and strike up conversation. Often times she can be found alone with a book or with an animal or two out of habit. She stutters when she's nervous so she doesn't try to make friends. She'd be happy with one or two close friends rather than be known by everyone as she hates being put in the spotlight. Although she doesn't have many friends, the ones she does have she is extremely loyal to. As she is a bit naive, she trusts people very easily and is often stepped on because of it. She has a bit of a temper as well; normally she can control it but there are just some people who get under her skin and make her tick. When she loses her temper it isn't pretty. She doesn't yell, she gets revenge.
Sample RP: "No, no, no. I'm late!" Bianca cursed herself as she ran to grab some breakfast. She knew she should probably just run to class but her stomach wouldn't allow it. It would have been grumbling throughout the lesson anyway and that might possibly be more embarrassing than showing up late. Although...Bianca always hated being late because everyone always stared at the late people. It made her uncomfortable, and by that time the teacher would have noticed and ask for an explanation, to which she didn't really have. "Oh, yeah, sorry I'm late. I slept in and ate breakfast because it was more important than your lesson." as she continued to mumble to herself about her stupidity, Bianca slid into class as quietly as she could manage. She would have succeeded, if the door hadn't slammed shut behind her. As if on cue her classmates turned to stare. The teacher had been talking so with a small sigh of relief she realized she probably hadn't heard her come in late. As Bianca took her seat the teacher stopped talking and walked over to Bianca. "This is the third time this month. Stay after class so we can talk about this, understand?" The class had begun to snicker, making Bianca turn a bright shade of Pink. "Y-y-yes m-ma'am." was all she could manage to sputter before sinking as low into her chair as she could.

Must be Rouerie!

[hestia]

First Name: Sofia

Middle Name: Hestia

Last Name: Barberis

Age: fifteen

Appearance:
Living with little money has really taken a toll on her body, she's a bit on the too much skinny side and doesn't have much muscle on her bones because she's not one to be very althetic. Her family being traditional Greeks has made her a woman to not do many things that men can do, so her body doesn't look athletic at all. Being out in the sun so much has given her a nice tan body and since she doesn't have to worry about getting sun burnt since her skin seems prone to the sun at times, her family doesn't have to worry about treating sunburns or buying sunscreen to protect their skin. Even if she was more sunburnable, her parents wouldn't really buy the essetianls for sunburns. They're just that poor.

Her hair has turned blonde over the years from being in the sun for many years. It has grown long and is naturally curly and when she's with some of her other friends that have a bit more money than she does, they like to straighten her hair. Sofia prefers it striaght, but having her hair curly all her life, she doesn't mind have her long curls. She's had many comments on how it keeps her youth when she still has her curls rather than when she straightens her hair and makes her look more grown up. Her eyes look almost earth brown, but Sofia likes to say they are a chocolate brown since that sounds better than having dirt eyes. Her soft feature and bigger lips give a look of pure beauty.

History: Sofia Hestia Barberis has a long family history. It dates back all the way back to the B.C. days. When she and her siblings were younger, her parents told them stories of how they were decendents of royal blood and that some day, they too will be just like them and live a happy life. Sofia wanted to believe such things since she was such a gullible little girl and had fantasies of being rich and having people do all the work instead of her doing it for once. Her family being poor, it was hard and long work all day long. Up until they were six, they got away with not having to do anything hard. They carried a basket hardly full of any food and then got to take a nap. Her mother knew that a child shouldn't work that hard and that they needed to be a kid for awhile. Well, Sofia and her twin sister got a happy six years and felt like any other kid except that their life was more simple than others and their friends.

Sofia was always a sucker for stories that had some fantasy in them. Her older brother Otis was always a story teller and Sofia listened in closely whenever he spoke in hopes it would lead into a story. She remembered when he told her that their was a curse on their family. Every other generation was rich. They did know that their grandfather lived somewhere Greece and that he was much wealthier than the Barberis family, but not much money was sent to them to help them out. Sofia wanting to know more kept pushing him and eventually she got out that if she choose the right path to sucess, she would be just liked Grandpa Barberis. Sofia liking this idea took this to heart and was already planning her life at six years old. He also told her stories of the Immortals and how each of them had a middle name of one of the Immortals. He said that her middle name - Hestia - was after the Goddess of the Hearth or more known as the Home. Sofia being a curious being wanted to know who teh God Apollo was. Otis loving his middle name told her everything about Apollo having done his research about ever Immortal.

After the age of six, they were part of the working family and Sofia and her twin sister Sonya had so work just like her older brothers. But they didn't do much of the outside work. Instead, they helped their mother with household jobs like cooking and cleaning. Having a simple life, not much happend between the age of six and to eight and their life seemed good. Then their father lost their job when she was just eight years old. Times has been hard after having Chrysander almost being attacked by a vampire, but Otis being a seer had saved him and then the drought had put the family into even a lower level of poor. They had to move to France because there was a job there that was something a bit different than farming, but something similar. It was different from Greece. France had winter where Greece did not. Sofia hated France and just wanted to go back to Greece. They eventually did after Otis went to a school for wizards and witches. Sofia did know that they were magical, but Atlas her oldest brother didn't even get in, maybe he did and Sofia didn't even know it! By that time, they were back in Greece and a little bit more prosperous than they were before and had slurged a bit and Sofia had a few more things than last time.

Two years passed and Sofia grew up without her role model. She looked up to Otis for so long and she felt an emptiness in her and she had to confine to her older twin sister and her younger brother and her other older brother wasn't around anymore. He had gone off to England to study Architecture in both the muggle and magical world. For two years she felt a bit alone and then her time came to shine. A letter had reached their new house and it was adressed to Sofia. Never getting mail before, she was curious and when opened, she had gasped and dropped the letter. She was going to the same school as Otis and she was very excited and felt truely happy for the first time in two years.

Personality: Sofia is a simple being raised in a simple environment. Unlike her brother, she doesn't ponder every aspect of life. She just enjoys life and makes the most of it as best as she can. She's one to observe and learn from other people. She did consider being an antropologist at one point, but she's yet she's still looking for the right job and maybe she'll find that it is, but she's an explorer. A curious girl and likes to probe into things which could get annoying to people who like privacy and secrets. Sofia can keep secrets, but she doesn't like secrets kept from her. She thinks its a bit rude, but knows that people like to keep other people's trust, but she just can't help it. She's just always been curious and likes to explore the unknown. The down fall of Sofia's calm presense is that she gets jealous easily. This is a trait that has been picked up from her twin sister Sonya. She attempts to keep the jealousy down since she's always been jealous of other peoples wealth but as she's containing it and trying to get rid of it, she makes her jealousy into a goal and strives for it. She kind of sleeps on her jealous/goals and if she still thinks it's worth it, she'll go for it.

Sofia is a person to pay attention to minor details. She's got a kind mind and doesn't like anything to be left out. It's all part of the observant deal. In her intelligence, she could never be as smart as her brothers. They just seem to take in more than Sofia does. But she tries hard since Otis is her role model and wants to be somewhat like him, though she says that she won't be like him in a million years. She used to stutter a lot since she used to be quite shy ( though she's outgrown that and talks more ) and her oldest brother Atlas came up with the idea of making her read out loud to everybody every night. It would be anything from poetry, facts, muggle books, fiction books and everything inbewteen. This taking a year ( from age ten to eleven ) she had learned a wide vocabulary and now reads perfectly fine and before leaving to Beauxbatons, she still read to her family, but maybe not always as a whole family. Sometimes she would just read to one person at a time or maybe even two. Like her sister she is very feminine. She doesn't venture into the boyish part of herself too much and was grown up to be lady like. Though her rebilious twin liked to be crazy, Sofia couldn't help but to sometimes act unlady like just because it was something she thought was fun. Other than that she likes to do things with her hair, put on makeup, buy clothes ( since that was mostly a splurge for the Barberis' ) and she wasn't one to get down and dirty or even roll in the dirt. She's almost germophobic in a way. She likes everything to be clean and just gags when she thinks about eating germs or even touching them. That's why she carried a sanitizer around in her pocket most of the time.

Sample RP: Pulling her hair up into a messy bun, Sofia was getting ready for the usual day of hard work and sweat. She didn't like pulling her hair back, but she didn't like her hair getting stuck to her face either. It was almost like a pet peeve. She got dressed in some already dirty clothes and went to the well shared bathroom to got buff herself up even if it was a day just around the house. Who knew who was coming to the house to say hi to somebody. Sofia told herself to assume nothing. It's better safe than sorry in her opinion. She quickly checked her appearance and decided to go for the natural look and just swipe some black eyeliner on very thin of course. She didn't look good at all with thick eyeliner nor did she look good with a lot of make up on at all! She was more of the natural girl than anything. She bent down to the drawer and picked out the nail clippers and quickly cut her long nails and filled them to perfection. After this being done, her sister Sonya was already occupying some of the free space with her hair brushing. Sonya was more picky on how she looked and Sofia couldn't help but shake her head and walk away.

As she walked out of the bathroom, she went a about a dozen feet to where her mother was and just one look and Sofia knew what she had to do to complete a days work. She washed some clothes and even had to dust. She couldn't help but sneeze every time dust came into the picture. It was more of a laid back day in the house since yesterday was more of the hard work. Sofia thankful that nothing big had to be done, was off the hook. She went outside to check out what her little brother Chyrsander and her dad were doing. Ever since moving back, they got more land and more advanced tools and the farming seemed to go better than it ever had before. They were making profits much easier than before and Sofia was happy for her dad. He was finally getting somewhere with his work.

She didn't stay out where they were working afraid they'd ask her for help and instead went to the big tree near the house. It was an olive tree and it was often climbed by the children of the house. Sofia just loved the view from above and climbed it regularly. Today was no other day and she quickly lifted herself up and sat on the second lowest branch that was sturdy enough for Sofia to sit on and gaze at the view that lay out in front of her. The land seemed to stretch on forever. She could see the neightbors house just barely from where she was sitting. It was like a rock from her view. Sofia sighed loving the peace and sat there in the moment before she had to come back down to reality and begin working again.

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Must be Rouerie

[aspen19]

First Name:
aspen

Middle Name:
elizabeth

Last Name:
acura

Age:
seventeen years old

Appearance:

History:
Aspen Elizabeth Acura was born on the 7th February 1992 to her father, James Acura, a vampire, and her mother, Maguella Acura, a witch.
For most of her life she was bought up in Italy, learning what she was and how to control herself. Being half vampire meant she lusted for blood, though her father taught her how to control this thirst by feeding off the blood of animals, in an attempt to live safely with humans, witches, wizards and other such creatures.
At the same time her mother taught her about magic, being a witch and what it meant. Her mothers side of the family, being pure-bloods, disowned their daughter and her small, but happy family. Having someone not pure in the family was a disgrace, and so, when Aspen was 15 years old, she and her family decided to leave their nice home in Italy, and instead move to France to start a new life, away from the discriminations of her mothers family.

For the first year and a half, Aspen carried on being taught what she needed to know at home, but then her mother fell sick. Putting a strain on the entire family, Aspen made a bold choice to apply for Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, to take the pressure of teaching away from her mother and giving her the time she needed to get better.
Her father, appreciative of her decision, offered to pay for her first wand, robes, books and so on, to make her life at Beauxbatons a little easier. Being away from home, Aspen knew it wouldn't be easy, but this way she figured she could make friends and teach herself more self control, aswell as learning to skills her mother had intended to teach.

Personality:
Aspen is a bright girl, willing to learn and some what easy to get a long with. She has her reservations, being half vampire she does find the smell of human blood slightly tempting still, but she would never intentionally hurt anyone. However, if she goes too long without feeding, her temper shortens and she becomes increasingly irritable and can sometimes not be the most pleasent girl to be around.
Though she hasn't exactly had friends in the past, what with her lust for blood and that, she isn't exactly shy. She can be as loud and bubbley as the next girl, though it takes a little time for this side of her to break through, due to her cautiousness around people. Loosing control around any human would be a bad idea for her.
Usually thinking of others before herself means that Aspen isn't an extremely selfish girl, though she isn't a push over, and if you were to take advantage of her kind nature, you would definatly face the consequences. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to wind up a vampire?

Sample RP:
Aspen ran through the trees, searching for something, anything, that would cure her desire to feed. The fact there were so many hikers around didn't help, but she made sure she was well out of sight from any of them.
Her self control pushed her forward, keeping her focused on finding that animalistic scent that she would feed from. That was all she wanted, she was desperate. It had been about three weeks since her last hunt and things were begining to take their toll.
Finally, she caught it, a young deer slightly East of where she was heading. Changing her direction swiftly, Aspen crouched low into her attack stance, ready to pounce on the poor creature.
Lunging forward, Aspen silently landed on the deers back, sinking her razor sharp teeth into its warm neck and relieving it of the hot, desirable blood she had been searching for.
The burning in her throat dulled and allowed her to reign in her vampiric instincts, pulling out the human in her.

Shaking her head, she knew she'd been stupid to allow herself to get so thirsty, but what with her mother being sick, she spent as much time helping out around the house as she could. Hunting was the last thing on her mind, simply because her mother's health and happiness meant more to her.
Carefully, Aspen moved the lifeless body of the deer into a small glade, allowing shadow to fall over and hide the corpse. She felt bad taking the life of a creature, but she knew from what her father had said, it was better then killing a human.
Sniffing the air, she caught the scent of two hikers heading her way,
Damn, she thought, deciding it was probably best for her to disappear. Darting back through the trees, she headed back to her house. She'd only been away ten minutes and yet she still felt like she'd been away too long.
"Hey dad, I'm back, sorry for bolting like that...hows mum?" she called from the bathroom, quickly washing the blood from her lips and tidying herself up.

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Must be Rouerie

[joshua07]

First name-Joshua
Last name-Lacock
Age-17

Appearance- Josh is a 6 foot tall boy with a slender build. He has shaggy untaimed jet black hair and green eyes. He wares black rimed glasses and has a green puzzle piece tattooed on the inside of his right wrist. See picture below(without glasses).

History- Joshua was born on Aug. 2nd in 1994 in New York and was abandoned the next day on the front steps of an old couple named Jill and Jerry Lacock who took him in with the kindest hearts. Joshua has always wondered who his parents were and why they didn't want him. At the age of five Josh started to develop some head turning talents like talking to animals and moving objects without touching them. His mother Jill took him over seas when he was 7 to visit her family in France. While in France Jill learned that Joshes talents were indeed magic and he would need training if he wanted to keep them. Jill's mother having magic abilities herself offered to take josh in. Josh lived with his grandmother Judy for many years learning the basics of magic and found out he was really quite good at it. his grandmother would always say your a natural. and after reading up on the different schools to attend to further up his training Josh found the one that felt just right for him Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. So he applied.

Personality- Joshua is a quite boy with creative excellence. He enjoys helping others in many ways. Josh has always been a shoulder to cry on. He also has the remarkable skill of staying calm in most situations. Joshua also has an unnatural fear of fire like it can sense him and find him. Music, art, and photography are his life. If Josh didn't make it into Beauxbatons Academy of Magic he would have studied to become a psychologist. Josh knows his skills in magic come naturally to him but he never boasts. And Josh highly believes that anything can be done with a little determination and imagination.

Sample-After opening his eyes after a long night sleep Josh rolls onto his back. Staring up at the ceiling Josh opens his mouth and yawns thinking to himself "just another day at Beauxbatons." .Josh sat up and looked around and noticed everyone else has left for breakfast. he shrugged "must be waffle day.". He stood up and walked over to his dresser. He stubbed his toe on the corner of it. "OOOOuch!" Josh bent over to rub his toe and the dorm door opened. It was Peter Joshes best friend "Oh nice view Josh" Peter smirked as he covered his eyes.
"Can it, will you" Josh spat back as he through an old sock that was laying next to his dresser "I stubbed my toe"
"Where have you been its 8:15 our first class starts in fifteen minutes. You better get a move on" asked Peter while taking the sock off his head.
"What? Oh no. Your kidding right?" Joshua was fully awake now riping his clothes everywhere. Josh through his stuff on and ran out of the dorm.

Your display name needs to fit with the name of your character.

I fixed it Mame.

Your appearance isn't enough. You need more in your personality. You need to check spelling, capitalization and so on!


OK lets try this one more time. I hope I fixed it.

Must be Cossu

[cammie]

First Name:

Camilla

Last Name:

Milford

Age:

Eighteen

Appearance:

History:

Josephine Milford, formerly Josephine Sheppard , had met the dashing young Hollywood producer Mr. Justin Milford, while filming her first indie motion picture. Although Justin had been married, he and Josephine had an affair, thus resulting in the birth of their daughter, Camilla Amelie Milford. A little girl with bright blue eyes, it was all but obvious that Justin was the father of the young starlet's first child. The two stopped their affair and Josephine left the acting business. She did not was to be in the center of gossip or having her picture on the front cover of a tabloid saying she was a 'homewrecker' or anything of the sort. What she wanted most was for her little baby to live a normal life; out of the bright lights of Hollywood and under the dullness of her hometown of Lourdes, France

The gossip was not to be avoided. Pretty soon, every Hollywood tabloid was reporting that Justin Milford had fathered the child of young Josephine Sheppard. Justin's wife left him and Josephine, not wanting her daughter to have the kind of fatherless life she had lived, returned to Hollywood. Love at First Sight all over again. Josephine and Justin wed and Camilla was raised in a picture perfect family. White mansion in the Hills, beautiful dresses and purses by the time she was 14. She had it all.

The fame was short lived, however. When Camilla was 16, the star couple had been on their way to Africa to film a movie when their plane ran into a storm and crashed in the middle of the Atlantic. Their bodies were never found. Lucky for Camilla, the parents had written their will early in life, leaving everything they owned to the young teenager. Perfect right? Wrong. They also stated that, if anything was to happen to them and she was not of age, all was to be withheld until she was 18 and she was to live with her grandmother in France. It was goodbye Hollywood Hills and hello France.


Cold and dreary Lourdes. Camilla almost curled into a ball and cried right there in the airport. With her designer luggage stuffed with everything she could possibly fit in them, she walked down the stairs to meet her old, fragile grandmother. Mrs. Sheppard understood how drastic of a difference this was for Camilla, so she never forced her into much. Her chores were few, mainly just making sure her bed was made every morning. And the number one rule was that she was not to go out and cause trouble or get into it for that matter. Camilla was never a problem child. She highly doubted that she was going to suddenly change here in Lourdes.

It seemed like things couldn't get any better. Her grandmother did everything for her and, for a solid year, it was only the two of them. It was with her grandmother that Camilla first learned of her family's secret: her mother was a witch...and her grandmother was as well. Camilla became excited. That meant that she would soon get her powers. 6 months before her 18th birthday, Mrs. Sheppard passed. Camilla was left alone, with no other family to go to. She was alone now, and it was up to her to make sure that the bills were paid, the house was kept clean and, most importantly, the puppy she had received as a 17th birthday present, Avery was well fed. There was only one thing for her to do: Camilla had to work.

Working at the local good market was fine and grand until her 18th birthday. The billions of dollars left her name were now hers and she didn't have to live in this hell hole any longer. But where would she go? Hollywood again? What would she do there? Billions of dollars and Camilla decided to stay in France. She kept her job at the food market for a while until one day, as she was helping an extremely rude woman pick fruit, she glared at the apples and apples went flying after the woman. It was an unexplained event, and Camilla lost her job even though there was no proof that she was the one who had thrown the apples. Later that night, upon arriving home, she received a letter announcing her admittance to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Camilla Amelie Milford was a witch.

Personality:

Even as a child, Camilla was quite spoiled. She always got what she wanted, no matter what it was, and Cammie was no different now. With all the money she has, there is no doubt that she is a lot worse now than she was before. Cam is used to having the best of the best. She also has this tough exterior that no one, not even her grandmother, had been able to break though. She is very stuck up and thinks she is the best damn thing France had ever seen. As far as she's concerned, she is, because she comes from the type of life that anyone would give anything to have.

She secretly has a very playful personality, however. She loves to have a great time and can be quite goofy, depending on how much you've gotten to know her. Only with her closest friends, which are few in this small town, is she like that. It takes a lot to get her to open up to you and you can be sure that it will take a long time before she decides to do so. With males, its harder. She only wants the best and, if you can't be that for her, then don't you dare even bother wasting her time. She's looking for someone like her: loud and obnoxious at times, but can be sweet. She's very easy to talk to, when she isn't criticizing you. All in all, Camilla Amelie Milford is the definition of Hollywood Royalty.

Sample RP:

Question: What was a girl to do when she didn't have classes, no one to hang out with and a crap load of money in her name? Answer: Shop. That was what 18 year old Camilla Milford was planning on doing as she stepped into her mother's old red wedges, she began to walk towards the village just outside of Beauxbatons Academy, her wedges not so much as making a sound against the stone of the courtyard. She was alone as always, but she did not mind. The blonde just tossed her hair over her shoulder as people stared, ignoring the whispers around her. They always said the same: Who does she think she is?. She was Camilla Amelie Milford, the first and only child of Hollywood star couple Josephine and Justin Milford. This was France, they didn't pay attention to the Americans. And quite frankly, she did not care. She knew who she was. That was all that mattered.

The village was a pretty long walk and, by the time she got there, her feet were killing her. She sighed as she took a seat along the edge of the fountain to rest. Cammie's eyes turned down to her feet and the blue orbs immediately noticed that they were red and blistered. Now she knew. NEVER WEAR HEELS IF YOU'RE GOING TO WALK LONG DISTANCES. She bit her lower lip and looked around the village for a local store to shop in.

The first store she was going to hit: the large shoe store that caught her ocean blue eyes the moment she stood up and looked in the distance. She immediately walked over to the shelves full of heels and stared, finally enjoying herself somewhat. A sale's associate came over and asked if she needed assistance, but the moment she saw who she was, she squealed and ran off. American Camilla concluded. That was the only reason why someone would run away like that. Because they were American and knew exactly who she was. Rotten luck considering Cammie had just spotted a cute pair of wedges on the very top shelf. She pouted her lips and looked around for someone, anyone who could possibly help her.

Must be Sournois

[verisblack]

First name: Veris

Last name: Blackrose

Age: 13

Appearance: Veris has long curly turquoise hair. It flows to about halfway down her back. She has cold hard dark blue eyes and long eyelashes. She has pale pale skin and her lips are a light blue as if frozen. She looks as if painted in a picture. Veris's style is dark and cold. Picture-

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History: Veris was born to Wizard Hevelan Blackrose and Witch Opal Ironat Blackrose on April 28th, 1995. She was born a normal witch baby untill she was bitten by a wild werewolf. Her parents went berserk and planned to drop her off at an orphanage. But not before Death Eaters appeared at their doorstep. After killing Veris's parents, the 9 year-old produced blue flames out of her hands. No one knows how she did it. People have guessed that it was because of her rage over her the Death Eaters attack. Veris killed the Death Eaters with one stroke of her flames. She then left the house without a second glance at the parents who planned to get rid of her. She now resides at Golden Home Boarding school.

Personality: Veris is very smart, though she doesn't brag about it. She seems dark and mean on the outside, but she only trying to protect people. If Veris becomes happy or excited, fire starts to leak out of her fingers. If it continues, Veris could destroy
everything in her path. She feels like every time someone gets hurt or injured or even dies, it's her fault. Veris uses her fire to make burnt paintings. These paintings are made when Veris lets the fire roam on a canvas. Figures and scenes are drawn out of the crisp burnt lines on the canvas. Veris never chooses what she's drawing. Her mood is expressed on the canvas by what she is painting. If the picture is dark and sinister, Veris is sad, scared, or angry. If it is bright and playful, Veris is happy or excited. She calls the paintings Burnts. Veris has only one weakness to this amazing power of hers. It destroys her stamina. If she's ever ill or unhealthy, she could die. A small cold could destroy her. Veris can also appear harse because of her condition as a werewolf. As you can see, Veris cares very much about others safety.

Sample RP:
Veris sighed as she laid on her bed. Tonight was full moon. No one knew about it. Not even Mrs. Fox. Stupid Muggles. They never pay attention.
Suddenly there was a slow knock on the door.
"Enter." Veris said darkly.
A small girl entered. She was a blonde and had freckles covering her entire nose. The pale green eyes would have scared anyone else, but Veris knew who she was dealing with. This was Ally May Dirus. A silly 6 or 7-year old. "A...a letter for... for Miss Veris Blackrose." Ally stammered apparently out of breath.
Yippee, Veris thought. Probably just another note saying she had missed a day of school, blah, blah, blah. That stupid school didn't work for her. She knew all the answers and the teachers ate out of her hand, but she didn't fit in. Veris had been looking for a new school ever since last month. She'd been faking a dreadful illness since then. Veris couldn't believe it when Mrs. Fox fell for it!
Veris stared at Ally. "Are you going to give the letter to me or what?" She asked in an undertone, eying the girl suspiciously.
Ally grew pale. "Here." She mumbled and handed Veris the letter. Then Ally ran out the door.
Veris frowned. She didn't mean to scare the children or act rude. She just didn't want to be around people in case of an... an accident. Veris read the address on the envelope.

Miss Veris Blackrose
Golden Home Boarding School
Dorm 154
Smallest Bed

She stared at the curvy, beautiful writing. That didn't look like a school notice nor did it sound like it. Excited, Veris ripped open the envelope. Inside it stated:

Dear Miss Veris Blackrose.
We would like to inform you that you have been chosen to attend Beaubaxtons Academy of Magic........


Could you describe the flames a bit more? If she's going to have a power (which is fine, this is an acceptable power dont worry!) you need to give her a weakness. Her being a werewolf isnt a weakness for the flames itself, so she needs another. When you do that, underline it so I can see where you added it. :]

I fixed it.

Must be Cossu

[ethanoconnor]

First Name: Ethan

Middle Name: Tyler

Last Name: O'Connor

Age: 16

Appearance:

History:
Parents= (step) father: Sean Michael O'Connor
father: Thomas Ivanhoe Lilly
mother: Wendy Alyson O'Connor (nee richards)
siblings: none but has a half sister that he's never met.

Born on November 8th 1992, Ethan Tyler O'Connor is the oldest and only child of Thomas Ivanhoe Lilly and Wendy Alyson O'Connor (nee richards) who was raised english but born in Paris. Both parents were muggles and at the age of 14, Ethan discovered he was a muggle born wizard.

Ethan's parents met at Oxford university in england. Wendy was taking english while Sean was taking music. Sean caught a glimpse of Wendy as she was walking across the university campus and decided to run over to her to ask her out. In university, Wendy had been going out with a guy called Thomas Lilly but dumped him the day before Sean asked her out. Wendy and Sean were going out at the time and were invited to a party. At the party, Wendy saw her old boyfriend Thomas and went over to talk to him. 4 hours passed and Wendy found herself in bed with Thomas. She then found out the next day that she was carrying Thomas's baby. The pregnancy was a mistake but Wendy decided to go on with the pregnancy. During the pregnancy, she got married to her long term boyfriend Sean. On November the 8th 1992, Wendy gave birth to a happy, healthy baby boy who was named Ethan Tyler O'Connor. Sean thought Ethan was his son he spoit the young boy all through his childhood.

All through Ethan's childhood, he didn't show any signs of magic. On his 14th birthday, he surprised himself and his parents as he kept on relighting his candles almost instantly after blowing them out. This was a sign of magic. Wendy decided to teach her son magic at home. From Ethan's 15th birthday, the O'Connors lived in Paris, as Ethan knew he was going to Beauxbatons. On his sixteenth birthday, a letter appeared addressed to him which were intermixed with his birthday cards. Ethan is looking forward to coming to Beauxbatons and his mum has told him that he has a half sister. She has also told him that Sean isn't his biological dad. He is also looking forward to seeing his younger half- sister.

Personality: It is quite difficult to describe Ethan personality wise but i will try.
Creative Ethan gets this personality trait from both of his parents. His mum was a brilliant writer and Ethan is hoping to be a famous writer or a journalist when he gets older as he enjoys writing as much as he enjoys music. His dad was an amazing musician as he could play guitar, alto saxophone and piano. Ethan loves his music. He would also love to be a famous singer or be part of a band. Ethan can play piano, guitar, saxophone and he can sing really well for a boy. He would prefer to have a career in the arts rather than have a career in writing. He is also a good actor and an amazing artist. Ethan's writing helps him to write songs.
Sensitive Ethan is a very sensitive sixteen year old boy. If you do something bad to Ethan, he gets depressed and sometimes start to cry and would prefer to sit on his own. He is also aware emotionally how you are feeling and would try to comfort you if you are feeling sad.
Shy Ethan is a very quiet, shy young man. He would prefer to be on his own either reading a book or drawing in his notebook or sketchbook. Because Ethan is shy, he hasn't got many friends. He would love friends who would help him come out of his shell.
Relaxed Ethan O'Connor is the type of guy to be really relaxed. Wherever he is, He would probably be a relaxing position except in class. He accepts almost everyone as his friends. Ethan basically loves being relaxed.
Lively Even though Ethan is shy, he is very lively when he wants to be. He is usually on his feet most of the time and is very fidgety. He loves to be around people when he is happy.

Sample RP:
It was a bright sunny day and Ethan O'Connor was sitting by the lake playing his acoustic guitar. He was trying to write a song but was getting stuck. The dark blonde lad wanted to stretch his legs so he laid his guitar down by the side of his bag and jumped up. Ethan really wanted to see his younger half sister as he had never met her. He wondered where she was. As he pondered this thought. He sat back down, found a blank empty page in his notebook and a pencil and sstarted to draw. Ethan loved drawing and he feels that music and drawing is metaphorically his life.

In a couple of minutes, the sixteen year old had finished drawing and looked up. He saw a dark cloud had moved over beauxbatons and decided to head inside. He put his guitar back in his guitar case and slipped his notebook and pencil into the pocket of his guitar case. He put his case onto his backpact and headed inside. As he got inside the entrance hall. he heard a torrential downpour. He was about to head up to his dorm but realised that he didn't have one yet as he hadn't been sorted. Sitting against a pillar, he then wondered what house he was going to be sorted into.

You cant use an RP Sample from another site. It has to be for this site with this character.

Fixed it

Must be Cossu

[demetrius]

----- FIRST

Demetrius

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----- LAST

Layton

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----- AGE

Seventeen

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----- APPEARANCE

----- HISTORY

Living with a muggle parent was never easy. Especially with a child that had very unexpected things happening with it. After the first time Demetrius’ mother thought that she could get away with blaming it on the lack of them watching him, but then it happened again, and again. So she knew that she had to come out, and Tell her husband. The news of her being a witch almost gave the man a heart attack. Being a muggle he had never even tried to fathom the fact of living with a witch or wizard, but now he was married to one? After finding out that the woman had lied to him. Demetrius’ father packed up his own things as well as Demetrius’ and moved himself and the boy out and away from his mother. At three it was really hard for Demetrius to completely understand what was going on. The family constantly moved, and didn’t stay in one place for a long period of time. A couple of months at the most. The family at one point moved to the states, and stayed there for a year and a half. Making new friends, and Making a name for himself in this place Demetrius was sad to hear that they were leaving. Upon moving they moved to france. This is where the family would reside until the day that Demetrius left for beauxbatons.

It was hard for the boy’s father to keep his magical abilities unknown to him. There were always unexplainable things happening, and they occurred more often everyday that went by. Eventually his father took him out of muggle schools entirely, and went through private tutor after private tutor, but somethings kept happening that scared the people away. So his father decided to homeschool him himself. The anger his father felt towards his mother was shown to Demetrius. There was always yelling, and nothing he ever did was good enough. He always had to do more, and more, and more. There was never a close father son bond, and that bond was hanging by a thread. That very bond though was cut, and thrown away as his father brought home woman after woman from local bars. It was funny how the man had time to go to bars, and pick up woman, and maintain his worklife. The family was wealthy that wasn’t a lie, but Demetrius hardly ever saw any of it. A few months later his father remarried. A very wretched woman. Demetrius had inherited a step brother, and that was something he wasn’t happy about either. He had lived most of his teenage life locked up in a room. The boy though had acquired this sick habit of talking to himself. Almost like an inner voice. Only when he had his darkest moments though.

The homeschooling days got fewer and fewer until it stopped entirely. Demetrius eventually got a letter to attend Beauxbatons, and this confused him, and shocked his father. This first letter was quickly ripped to shreds, and thrown in the trash. His father wanted him to have nothing to do with that part of his life. Later that week a second letter came. The seventeen year old picked up the mail while his father was still at work. He had time now to examine the letter. Inside the letter it explained that he was a wizard. Well there really was no explanation, but he was invited to attend a wizarding school. Could that be the reason for everything unexplainable that had ever happened to him? That night when the boy’s father got home Deme had confronted him. The fight went on for hours and hours. Demetrius was furious with his father, and practically the whole word right about now, and wanted nothing more to do with him. So packing up his things Demetrius left for the school.

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----- PERSONALITY

Demetrius Delvin Layton’s personality ranges from so many things. One could say that he is bi-polar and everyone would believe it. Demetrius at most times is a very kind hearted person. In new places meeting new people he will be one of the nicest people that anyone would ever meet. If someone he’s really close to is in dire need of help he will be there to help them in a heartbeat. When he’s around a group of his friends he’s more of a goofball or jokester than anything. It’s just his way of having fun.

There’s no telling though when that switch is flipped, and Demetrius turns into a completely different person. There’s no stopping it either. In this the boy can be very rude, and his mind becomes very sadistic in it’s thoughts. When this happens there isn’t anyone that could possibly want to be around him. He loves to make people feel inferior to him. The way he does this is with the way he carries himself, and his quick wit. This amuses him, and won’t ever let a chance like this pass him by.

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----- SAMPLE RP

Sitting in the dorm room with that incessant talking that his roommate had been doing. Demetrius had been so used to being on his own that this roommate situation was already starting to get to him, and he had only been here a few days. Walking out onto the grounds he knew that if he hadn’t gotten out of there when he did that he would have cracked, and no one would have liked that. Demetrius closed his eyes, and let the wind blow past him. His jet black hair going with it. Taking in a deep breath of the fresh air Demetrius was calmed down now as much as he would be for the moment. So what was he supposed to do now? Well he wouldn’t be the best of company right at this moment. So why not just do what he’s best at doing. Spend time by himself. Running his fingers through his hair Demetrius looked around, and finally decided upon walking over to the lake, and sitting by it for a little while.

As the boy was sitting there he heard nothing but the birds singing in the early morning. It was quiet on the grounds more so in the morning than in the evening and it was actually really nice. It wasn’t long before a voice rang through his head. ‘You’ll never be accepted in a place like this. You’ll just end up spending all your time alone, and what’s the point of being here to do that when you can do that anywhere…” The voice was very harsh, and it almost had a hissing sound to it. Demetrius laughed a bit, and replied to the voice that was in his head. “Says you?” Deme had tried his best to hide this part of himself from the outside world. From Reality. This was not normal for one person, and he didn’t want to be thought of as a freak. He was nowhere near a freak. He just wanted to fit in.

Putting his head in his hands the splitting headache started. He blamed his father for the problems that he had with himself. Why blame his mother? Demetrius didn’t even know her that well. He hadn’t seen her since he was 3, and being exposed to the many ups and downs of his fathers many, many, relationships could have done something to his mentality. Looking back out over the water he knew that he would be alright as long as he stayed out of touch with his father, and everyone else from his ‘muggle’ life. All he wanted to concentrate on now was his wizard schooling and developing his powers. The only thing that he was really scared of though was the fact that if he got good enough to work the wand well he would end up killing people. When that switch is switch he turns into this evil sadistic person, and all he thinks about is torture, and making people’s lives miserable. He wasn’t a bad person he just wasn’t raised in the right environment.

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Must be Sournois

[braydenmaleyko]

First Name: Brayden
Last Name: Maleyko
Age: 17
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History: Brayden grew up in a rural town outside of Latvia. He was a farmers boy who grown to love animals and care for nature. Brayden would sit next to valley and skip rocks drinking an occasional root beer. He would go home to his small hut were his mother was making dinner. “Wash your hands!” Melinda Brayden’s mother said pointing to the washing bowl. Brayden nodded obediently rushing to the bowl, dipping his hands into the cool water. Melinda sat the table, “Dinners ready!” Melinda said. Brayden ran to his chair which sat the furthest away from his family. He sometimes liked to feel isolated from the rest, Brayden’s father Bill stepped into the room. Bill took his chair at the head of the table, Melinda served rice to everyone. They all sat in silence munching away at there rice, which tasted incredible.
Brayden was finished with his bowl when he stood up and took it to the sink. Bill starred at Brayden patiently then softly whispered, “Why cant you be a normal nine year old and have friends?” Brayden face turned bright red, “why are you always doing this papa!” Brayden screamed. His father chuckled, “because it would be nice to have a normal son”. Melinda stood up in Brayden’s defense but realizing the challenge, Melinda sat back down in defeat. This was a beginning to a terrible childhood.


Personality: Brayden is soft spoken and gentle, but he can become aggressive. His moods flip quicker then a pancake, and he’s ready to snap at an instance. He feels like no one understands him and he’s trapped in the world alone. He lacks social skills and motivation, which is Brayden’s biggest downfall. But Brayden is a great wizard and a perfect mentor to anybody who needs him.

nevermind, didn't see your other one

[braydenmaleyko]

First Name: Brayden
Last Name: Maleyko
Age: 17
Appearance:
History: Brayden grew up in a rural town outside of Latvia. He was a farmers boy who grown to love animals and care for nature. Brayden would sit next to valley and skip rocks drinking an occasional root beer. He would go home to his small hut were his mother was making dinner. “Wash your hands!” Melinda Brayden’s mother said pointing to the washing bowl. Brayden nodded obediently rushing to the bowl, dipping his hands into the cool water. Melinda sat the table, “Dinners ready!” Melinda said. Brayden ran to his chair which sat the furthest away from his family. He sometimes liked to feel isolated from the rest, Brayden’s father Bill stepped into the room. Bill took his chair at the head of the table, Melinda served rice to everyone. They all sat in silence munching away at there rice, which tasted incredible.
Brayden was finished with his bowl when he stood up and took it to the sink. Bill starred at Brayden patiently then softly whispered, “Why cant you be a normal nine year old and have friends?” Brayden face turned bright red, “why are you always doing this papa!” Brayden screamed. His father chuckled, “because it would be nice to have a normal son”. Melinda stood up in Brayden’s defense but realizing the challenge, Melinda sat back down in defeat. This was a beginning to a terrible childhood.


Personality: Brayden is soft spoken and gentle, but he can become aggressive. His moods flip quicker then a pancake, and he’s ready to snap at an instance. He feels like no one understands him and he’s trapped in the world alone. He lacks social skills and motivation, which is Brayden’s biggest downfall. But Brayden is a great wizard and a perfect mentor to anybody who needs him.

Sample RP: Brayden brushed his hair from his eyes as he awoke from bed, stretching his muscles he headed for the bathroom. Placing some tooth paste on his green tooth brush, Brayden began brushing his teeth. Spitting the tooth paste out Brayden rinsed his mouth out. Walking downstairs he grabbed a bagel and rushed out the door. Shoving the bagel in his mouth he rushed toward the trolley nearly missing it. Rushing through the trolley door Brayden gave the driver some money and took a seat in the back. He sat next to an old man who smelt like cheap booze and cigarettes. The old man was asleep near the window, he was probably homeless. That was unfortunate, Brayden slipped five dollars into the old mans coat pocket. Brayden leaned back and waited to get to his destination.
When the bell ringed through the trolley Brayden lifted up to get off, the old man was already gone. Getting up Brayden exited from the rear door and walked toward the mall. Boring work, but it kept Brayden’s mind off trying to use magic. Brayden knew he had powers at the age of ten. He could make people do what he wanted, sometimes his abilities scared him. But now his abilities are just like a walk in the park, quick and easy to use. Brayden walked into Famous Footwear and stood behind the register, signing himself in on the computer. Another boring day at the old job, Brayden thought to himself.

The history sort of sounds like an RP. Add a bit more to the history to make it sound like you're explaining something rather than it being a story. Just like how you started it. :] Give me a bit more on his life. Any brothers and sisters? How did his parents meet? I take it they are a somewhat poor family. Is there any sordid history behind the character's family that even the character doesnt know about? Remember, if the character doesnt know about it, that doesnt mean you dont know about. :]

[braydenmaleyko]

**Sorry for the first one my computer was acting stupid. **

[bllr]

Work in progress!!


First Name: anna

Middle Name: danica

Last Name: redoute

Age: sixteen

Appearance:

Anna is currently at the heighth of a regular sixteen year old, which is generally about around five foot seven, although she always considers herself tall, mostly because the people she hangs around with are mostly 'vertically challeged' as she liked to put it. Her hair is naturally loosely wavey, ad she prefers it that way; she barely ever straightens or puts up her hair at all. Her eyes are a cloudy greenish grey, which is a major distinction from the rest of, well, everyone, really. The only other person she knows that has the same eye color is her brother, Jason.

History:

Her parents, Emily and Jack Redoute are muggles who met in their high school junior year. Their story is typical; they fall in love and get married at a particularly young age, living in a typical middle class family lifestyle. Pretty soon, as to be expected, the two lovers decided that they wanted a child of their own.

Anna was born two minutes after her annoying twin, Jason, and regrets every moment of it.

Personality:

Sample RP:

[kaylyn]

First Name : Kaylyn
Middle Name: Chasity
Last Name: York

Age: Fourteen

Appearance:
she’s not skin and bones and she’s not a tub or lard, she’s normal and natural, she doesn’t like wearing much make up and she isn’t consisted. She’s unique and you can tell by her style. Sometimes her confidence comes off as arrogance but that’s just a misunderstanding. She isn’t strong and has no muscle, she can wear slouchy clothes in public and not care, she doesn’t get embarrassed easily and she loves fixing up her hair. Her body’s nice and tan due to that fact that she loves being outdoors and naturally her hair is blonde, but she’s died it brown over the years, She thinks she has a big nose, but that doesn’t bring her down. She doesn’t care what you think of her, cause he persona of herself is all that matters. And she’s perfectly happy with herself. Her fingers are long and skinny, just like her legs. And yes that does me she’s tall. Oh yeah, she has her big nose pierced.


History: Kaylyn was born and raise in a small town of Andorra with her parents Callie and Brendon York. She was fourth born of a family of five. Two brothers and two sisters, so in total her mother and father had three girls and two boys. Kaylyn and Her brother always were wrestling or playing sports, she was never afraid to get down and dirty and she can play with the best of them, But still yet when her sisters wanted to take her to get her hair or nails done, or go shopping she was always up for that. As she grew into her teenage years she started dating more and more guys, but she was never one to give in easily until one day she meet her first love Jacob. The two of them became inseparable and she was so in love. Until the day came when her father decided to let her in on his family’s secret, the secret of their magic abilities. But Kaylyn’s mom Callie, being a muggle, was skeptical about letting their daughter of five know the secret and try to keep it from the other four. Callie and Brendon agreed that for this to work, Brendon and Kaylyn needed to go to Brendon’s parents house for training, so she had to up and move away and leave behind the rest of her family and the then “love of her life” Jacob. Kaylyn, being the strong person she is, decided to have fun and not let the move get her down. Her father had once been a student at beaux baton’s Academy of Magic, and was belonged to the Sournois House.
Brendon is now encouraging Kaylyn to enroll as a student here at Beauxtons academy of magic.


Personality: Kaylyn is in fact a little shy at the beginning of your relationship, but as soon as you show her you’re worthy of being trusted, she’s not the least bit shy. She probably wouldn’t take it upon herself to approach a stranger or new person unless she had one of her closest friends with her. She expresses her feelings with poems and actions, she’s nice until you give her a reason not to be. She can get into deep discussions and once you’re friends with her, sometimes you’ll just avoid striking up a deep conversation due to the fact that she gets into them. She loves reading and she does it quite often, she also loves animals and learning new things. She does have some anxiety problems but they‘re not too big of a deal because she stays away from the situations that cause her anxiety as much as possible. She's a happy bubbly person inside and out and with the right amount of attention she’s content, she is spoiled by her parents and friends but she also has a level head and appreciates the little things in life, she takes up for herself, and she will NOT let you walk all over her, she isn’t a push over but she does try to help people out. Oh, did I mention her favorite flower ever is a Daisy?

You need to change your display name so it says "Kaylyn York" or something to that affect. Also, I need an RP sample.