Sorting (Term Thirteen)

[eagerappaloosa]

Call me by: Ariska

But if you must know I'm a: Silver

Turns of the seasons: 16

How do I look:

My past: Born into an aristocratic Southern Russain family, she was supposed to have it all. Her mother was part Veela, her father a highly accomplished wizard. She was the beautiful little girl every parent wanted. Bright, pretty, curious, and above all, skilled. A darling little angel. But one night would change it all. He father was a werewolf, a secret that was jealously guarded by her family. On a night of the full moon, Ariska seen her father leave and go out into the maze, a labryinth in their backyard. She followed him, a girl of only six at the time. With her bright blonde hair and her little silk nightgown, she followed him into the cool summers night, into the darkness. She heard her father and followed, only to be faced with a creature that attacked her. Her father found her a short while later and carried her back to the house. She spent three months in St. Mungo in London after her father's attack where she underwent exstensive surgery for the injuries to her face and arms. No one knew her secret for the longest time and she stayed home, Now she's here and can she figure out how to live her life without a disaster happening?

How I act: Ariska is a singer, a songwriter, and foremost. A charmer. She'll ensnare just about any living male in her trap, and it's not to difficult for her. She doesn't always do it on purpose, and she never makes herself look bad doing it. She just talks with them, making them feel comfortable. She is a very sweet person, not causing someone harm if it's not needed. But if she's being attacked in any way shape or form, she will fight back. She may look like a delicate little butterfly but she is as strong as a pro wrestler. Stronger than most human beings. But she doesn't flaunt it, often. She's very shy most of the time and it takes a very long time to get her to talk to you, due to all the trauma from being attacked by her father. Nightmares torment her every night, horrific images that taunt her in her dreams.

A sample of my life:

Ariska moved silently through the halls, her bright eyes darting nervously about. Nervous, scared, terrified. Scared someone see her, scared someone would ask her what she was doing. Of course it was nothing wrong, but being mute around nearly everyone was hard. She sighed, moving lithly through the halls. She was average height, but she had a great figure. She didn't flaunt it, no never flaunt it. But she wouldn't exactly discourage guys from looking either. She sort of danced through the halls on her toes, as graceful and delicate as a butterfly. But she was strong, like a person three times her size. She pulled out her wand as she sat in a windowsill, watching as black and blue butterflies flitted from its tip. She looked at the moon, it was tonight, but she could control it until it was eight. She sighed, watching the butterflies again, waiting for the discomfort that came with every month.

Please elaborate on the hitory and personality. Also a longer sample would be appreciated, as we require a three paragraph minimum =]

[belle]

First Name:

Vasilisa

Middle Name:

Lisianthus

Last Name:

Sullivan

Age:

Seventeen

Appearance:

*EDDEH@Caution2.0

Family Tree:

Kira Sullivan, pure-blood, 42, mother, dead
Demetri Sullivan, pure-blood, 45, father, death eater, currently in Azkaban
Roslyn D'Lore, pure-blood, 46, aunt (mother's side)
Elizaveta Sullivan, pure-blood, 15, sister
Sevastian Sullivan, pure-blood, 13, brother
Kira Sullivan, half-blood, 4, daughter

History:

Born December 19, 1991 to a loving couple named Kira and Demetri Sullivan in Moscow, Russia. Demetri worked in the ministry of magic in the department of magical law enforcement as a hit wizard. While Kira was a famous Russian ballet dancer who would take Vasilisa to her shows and practices and at times she would even preform with her mother depending on the story line of the ballet. It wasn't long before her mother later gave birth to her younger sister Elizaveta and later her younger brother Sevastian. Nothing really changed after her two siblings were born. Her father was still working for the ministry of magic and her mother and her were still dancing in ballets together.

Until one day when Vasilisa was up in the attic of their family's summer house she found a box filled with pictures of her distant family. All those from her father's side had the mark of the death eater, yet those on her mother's were all clear of this mark and even seemed a bit more, kind hearted then those of her father's. She was somewhat shocked to find this and later went to ask her father about her findings, but of course he ignored the subject until she ripped his shirt's sleeve to show the mark clearly on his arm. He was very angry with her and even raised his wand to her, threatening to use it against her if she didn't leave his sight at that very moment. Vasilisa later confronted her mother about what happened and Kira later went to go and confront her husband.

It seemed the only problem Kira had had already known about her husband's past and was at easy with it, but having one of her children find out was inexcusable. The two later came to an agreement to burn every last piece of her father's past they could find and did so the night after. About a few months later, the ballet studio where her mother and her practiced at was somehow set on fire, killing her mother and giving her a nasty looking scar on her back. Her and her family were devastated and couldn't even bare to be in Russia any longer, they wanted to move away from their past and move on from their loss as well. The family went to France to try and start over.

The move only made Vasilisa and her father's bod grow stronger and closer since it seemed they spent the most time together working on muggle cars in her father's new auto repair shop. When she turned sixteen and started living on her own, she found a small child living on the streets, she wasn't even four-years-old when she found her, but the sight of her just reminded her of her mother. She wasn't really sure why she took the girl in as her own, raising her like her own daughter, but now she realized it was because the two were really in the same boat. She later learned the girl's family were all killed by a death eater from Russia and the first person who came to mind was her father, who she later tried to confront, but her brother and sister told her a bunch of people from the ministry took him away to Azkaba. It wasn't until after her father's imprisinment that she was later accepted to beauxbaton academy of magic.

She was so thrilled, but upset that she would have to depart with Kira for so long, but she knew the two perfect people to leave her with until she was able to return back to her during each and every chance she could. Vasilisa left her daughter with her mother's sister who came down to live in Paris just a bit after her mother's death as well. She knew her aunt would be the perfect person to trust since she was kinda hearted and just wonderful with kids.

Personality:

Vasilisa is pretty headstrong, like normal teens her age, she really isn't one to change who she is for another person nor is she one to anything that's not her way. She tries her best to keep control over all situations of her life and when she can't she feels like she somewhat failed even so she gets what she wants. vasilisa knows right from wrong and what's in her heart so she isn't someone who's easily swayed to the dark side no matter what. She can be very stubborn when it comes to having her way and at times will stop at nothing to get it. But even so she is willful and stubborn she still has a pretty big heart though Vasilisa to let others in on her feeling or deep secrets.

She loves to keep her life private; which includes her past, love life, rivals, family, and anything else which could be possibly used against her later in life. She feels as though a lot of people are just out to get her or just use her because she's pretty or something stupid like that. and if that were to ever happen she would try her hardest to make sure that whatever information someone had found out about her will remain secret or she will try and take matters into her own hands. She's not afraid of consequences either since she knows all about what could happen if she did something stupid and ended up in azkaban, she would just be happy to see her father once more. Vasilisa has a bit of a temper as most could plainly see, though she tries to keep it down as much as she can she finds herself yelling more then she does talking at some points.

She hates it when someone talks about others behind their back, especially if it's her's and she also can't stand overly childish people since they somehow end up making her angry right off the bat. Vasilisa really isn't sure why she's like that or annoyed by such petty things, but she is and she feels as though her father has some small thing to do about that. But looking past the anger issues she can be pretty calm and generally just a fun person to be around really since she does love to spend her time doing whatever seems fun. Vasilisa does tend to have a lot more guy friends then girl friends though since she much rather work on cars then spend her time deciding what to wear. And she definitely knows who to blame for that; her father since before he was sent to azkaban he taught her everything she needed to know about engines and such.

But even so she does like to have at least some girl friends around her every now and again to help her decide a few things like guys and ask for advice and what not.

Sample RP:

It was two a.m. when Vasilisa knew that it was time to at least try and talk to someone about what was going on for the first and hopefully last time in her life. Slowly she dialed her best friend, Alice, one of the only girls she has ever trusted before, put the phone to her ear and waited for her to pick up. The phone went straight to voice mail as Vasilisa let out a small sigh and awaited for the stupid machine to finish it's message so she could say what she had to say and hang up. Finally the beep went off. "Hey, it's me. Lisa. It's two am, clearly. I need your help to unravel my latest mistake...I don't love him, not like I thought I did. & I have no ideas on how to go about this, please just call me back...God, winter just isn't my season." She quickly hung up the phone and placed it on the window sill.

She could still see David sitting on the curb in front of her house just watching her sitting on the window sill as she was, it was getting kind of creepy. She wasn't sure what to even to at this point, she could try and get him to go away or just sit there and let him watch her from a distance, but he couldn't come inside. Her father would kill both him and her if he knew she had let a boy inside the house after hours, nor would she even want to let David in now. He was like a lost puppy, just watching his owner go about their day inside a nice warm house as he watched and waited for them to let him inside. For some reason Vasilisa found his display of affection to be, well, disgusting though she wasn't sure why.

It was sort of like she just had her own personal stalker and not a boyfriend, not even close to one. David was really just someone who watched her day and night and seemed to never leave her alone even if she asked. He was horrible, even worse then her father when it came to stuff like this; never letting her out of his sight, watching who she talked to, and even beating up guys who held the door for her. Hell, she was surprised her hadn't killed anyone or even burned something down for her just as a declaration of his love. She was thinking about just going to her parent's room and telling her father, but he had so many strikes against him that another one would send him to azkaban or muggle prison.

Must be Sournois

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[antigone]

First Name:
Antigone's

Last Name:
Grey

Age:
Forever seventeen

Appearance:
Antigone’s stunning moonlight white skin almost glistens in the light, her dazzling green eyes are hidden under her jet-black waist long hair that's usually pulled back in a French plait, she’s not tall but has a very slender and defined figure.

History:
At birth Antigone's mother was half vela half wizard but in a struggle is infused with vampire at the age of 12, she keeps this a secret to all including her new husbands' family, who includes his vampire sister, at the age of 16 she gives birth to Antigone who is quickly stolen away by her vampiric aunt. Who, oblivious to the vampire jeans in the young Childs body injects her with vampire venom. Antigone grows older but very slowly and at the time she resembles a ten year old witch hunts are all the rage, so her aunt and the rest of the wizarding world goes into hiding were they meet up with Antigone’s true parents who swiftly take her back. Whoever during a raid of their village the flames separate them again, this time leaving alone. Antigone have slowly stopped ageing, at 17, and now has been to many a wizarding schools, there’s only a few in the world that have never seen her face upon their walls of portraits. She repeats her school years as her mind is not big enough for all her memories and she finds relearning things help her remember.

Personality:
Her loneliness has made her divide her self from the rest of the world. Her old age at heart has made her hotheaded so she’ll crack if someone really gets on her nerves. She must swallow her pride as she swallows in the blood of animals to survive, She lurks in the shadows listening, she know when and how the use her words wisely.

Sample RP:
Antigone arrives at Beauxbatons Academy of magic with her ebony wand in hand; she makes her way through the corridors looking at all the moving portraits,
“Half Veela? I’m just guessing,” one whispered to her from high up on the wall, it was a previous head girl with long blond hair, sky blue eyes and a stunning smile,
“Some Veela not half, but i don't know why but most guess Veela, so thank you.,” she corrected in her soft French accent.
“Oh pardon me but you are lovely,” a young mans portrait with a British accent said before wolf whistling.
Antigone thanked the paintings and walked through the hall to where the sorting cloak was sorting others, she quickened her step as she was running late wishing she hadn’t talked with the paintings, she flicked her wand above her head resulting in her long hair French braiding itself tightly. She took a quick glance at it in its reflection on the window and entered the room; just then the young professor stood holding the cloak said
“Antigone Grey,” Antigone quickly walked over to the professor who placed the long blue cloak upon her shoulders and they waited for the house to be set to her.

[cailynkinley]

FIRST NAME: Cailyn James.
LAST NAME: Kinley.
AGE: Fifteen.

APPEARENCE:

PERSONALITY:

pro⋅tec⋅tive [pruh-tek-tiv] adjective. having the quality or function of protecting: a protective covering.

There is always one nature of a person that stands out above all, well her maternal nature could be considered at times; for the greater part of her life, Cai can remember looking after her younger siblings, which she is never lacking in. So perhaps she doesn't quite want to be the over-productive baby-making machine like her mother has turned out to be – the sad thing is they're Catholic, they don't believe in contraception, and her mother appears to be very fertile. One day there might be children in her future, but Cailyn feels that she is still too young to be even thinking along the lines of a family of her own, first she'd actually need to have sex, something she honestly isn't all that interested in, considering that she is a hormonal teenager. But that's a whole different story. Anyway, back to before we got distracted; Cai has these natural instincts to protect embedded deep within her system, she does what she can to help those she cares about, but she realizes that she has certain limitations that she has to add into the equation before jumping in head-first.

out⋅go⋅ing [out-goh-ing] adjective. interested in and responsive to others; friendly; sociable.

Perhaps you'd think that because of her background she would simply fade into the background, well, you'd be wrong on at least that count. Growing up in a large family has dominated all of who she is, to be noticed one has to speak loud enough for others hear. Now biding one's time can also be useful, but it's pretty hard to be a social outcast when you've grown up in a group of people who think it's morally sinful to allow yourself to just give in without a fight. Because of this, she has endured many hardships as optimistically as possible, bring along the people around her for the ride. While very outgoing, she isn't the most popular girl at Beauxbatons, perhaps because she's never had enough self-confidence in herself to pull off that 'I-don't-care' vibe, while also striking out with materialistic possessions. While some girls went shopping every other weekend for new clothes, she wore what her older sister passed down to her, when she wasn't in her second-hand robes. Her thought process isn't always clear, but most people find her charming, if not out there at times.

pa⋅tient [pey-shuhnt] adjective. bearing annoyance, delay, hardship, etc., with calm; without complaint, or the like.

To be honest, I'm not exactly sure that there is a way to really anger Cailyn, of course, there are times when she can't help but lash out at people in anger. But for the most part she is annoyingly calm and understanding. To this day, we're not really sure where that came from, most of who she is comes from her family, but really, who isn't going to scream in the face of three overambitious infants? Actually, at ten now, they aren't really infants any longer, but that my friends is so not the point here. The point is she has this way of pissing off people who really only want to piss her off, know what I mean? I guess, what you would call it is a passive-aggressive method. Though there are two or three people who simply piss her off seemingly by just being in the same room with her, well, perhaps not to such an extreme extent, but I'm pretty sure that you're still getting what I'm trying to say here. It's pretty simple, Cai doesn't actually get angry, excluding a few people out of the many in her life.

ad⋅ven⋅tur⋅ous [ad-ven-cher-uhs] adjective. inclined or willing to engage in adventures; enjoying adventures.

Some would call it unladylike behavior, tomboyish if you will, Cai likes to think more of her self as and adventurer. Because really, all of those fairy tale princesses usually ended up setting around waiting for someone else to come and rescue them – not that she feels she's in need of rescue. Her pride really wouldn't allow any thoughts otherwise, it's hard for Cai to accept help in serious matters, like things that have to do with her family, or perhaps some major event that could shift the future of her life. It mostly comes from having such a large family, learning that their large numbers usually is enough on its own; she hates having to bring other people into that. Her tough nature mostly comes from hanging out with her two older brothers, who she has looked up to for most of her life. Well, I guess tough if you count the fact that she has most fun when she getting dirty in the mud, and enjoys a good wrestling match with one of her brothers, rather than worry about the clothes that her family can't afford, right along with her sisters. Cailyn is adventurous in her own way, while she doesn't mess around when it comes to her classes often ( it would kill her to know she's wasting her family's money ), she does tend to take risks with most everything else.

sac⋅ri⋅fice [sak-ruh-fahys] noun. the surrender of something prized for the sake of something having a higher claim.

There aren't any real materialistic things here to be sacrificed, Cailyn has learned not to really get attached to such possessions, but she sacrifices herself for her family every day; I'm pretty sure we've all ready mentioned that they're her life force, the people who keep her going. It's not much of a stretch to say that she would give up everything for them. And it really is her ultimate goal to make sure that they are well taken care of, to repay her parents back for all that they've done for her, though she's pretty sure that that is an impossible feat in and of itself. Many times she's pushed away her own happiness to make sure that her siblings aren't living out on the streets, it practically killed her when Ro went behind her back, doing for them what she never could have done at this point in her life. She has always given up her own wants, except when it comes to Beauxbatons, her mother once told her that she would never deny her children anything that could better them, and if for Cailyn that is 'magic school', then magic school is what she would get. Now do you see why she would do anything for these people?

HISTORY:

The story isn't all that complicated; Emeric Kinley and Yvette Polin-Kinley were both born into poverty, and neither were able to escape the trap, instead they married at eighteen and had their first child at nineteen. A son that would be named for his father, little more than a year later the twins were born – Gaspard and Giselle. For almost two years they were a happy little family, times back then weren't quite so hard, not when both at least had steady jobs, though those jobs seemed to pull the couple away from each other and their children. It isn't quite the miracle you'd think being born as the fourth child, but Cailyn has never found any real reason to complain. Though her mother worked days while her father worked nights, the two only seeing each other when the other came home only to leave for their own shifts, the family was still a happy one.

Both of Cai's parents had been raised to appreciate what they'd been given, her own upbringing wouldn't be so different from theirs; she was thankful for the times that they had with one another. I know it sounds a bit cliché, but what else did they have other than each other? Cailyn was raised moving from one small apartment to another, sometimes even living on the streets for months at a time, while her parents were between jobs. Each of the Kinley children learned how to entertain themselves, how to look after one another. It was when Cailyn was seven years old that the triplets were born; Amandine, Eloise, and Gabriel. She found that life was different from the other end, for all of her life, up until that point, she'd been the youngest and the one that had always been protected the most. Now she was faced with these three new beings, and she found that she enjoyed taking up her mother's place when the older woman had to work, it was a sort of revelation for her.

For you see, it wasn't until their birth that Cailyn could really see herself having her own family, she'd been much too interested in wrestling in the mud with her older brothers, always giving them a certain sort of hero-worship. I can't say that it completely changed her, because it didn't, she's always been just one of the guys as far as her interests have been concerned. But it has gotten her attention in the fact that she is a woman, and that one day no where in the near future, she thinks that she might be ready to pull together and start a family of her own. So you can understand when I say that none of the Kinley's expected for their second eldest daughter to have something that none of the rest of her siblings seemed to possess, for it turns out there was a little bit of magic in the girl after-all. Because it was July of her eleventh year of life that Cailyn Kinley received a letter of acceptance to Beauxbatons Academy, somehow it didn't seem at all odd for the family to accept the existence of magic, to not question this gift for their daughter, who didn't quite seem to fit in with any of the other children, except for her own siblings her were used to the odd happenings around the girl.

It was a tense year, with the family not quite sure they could afford to send their little girl off to such a school, because her father had just gotten laid off at his job and her mother was in fact struggling to juggle the family's finances while he searched for another place that would accept him. In the end, it was her mother who pushed the young girl to grasp this chance in both of her hands, that they would figure something out, and so that late August week rolled around and Cai found herself on her way to a new adventure. For such an outgoing girl, she'd been worried, worried that she wouldn't fit in there, she had little knowledge of this wizarding world, only what she'd glimpsed in the books that had been bought for her as second-hand material, of course the writing and notations in the books fascinated her of course. What she found at Beauxbatons was a home, and for the first time in her life, somewhere she didn't want to have to give up. Though her family's finances were stressed, she pushed on making sure that their money wasn't wasted on her.

While at home they struggled, Cailyn seemed to expand in this new environment, though the stress of wondering when it would all have to end began to pull through into her reactions towards others; it wasn't hard to notice a little first year snapping out at seventh years who were just teasing.

RP SAMPLE:

Stretching herself as tall as she possibly could, the girl balanced carefully on a tilted chair and reached a hand upwards. Her hand was resting on a shelf, as though that could help her rise a few more inches, a few more inches she truly needed. Why had genetics decided she should be a short girl? Why couldn’t she be five-four, or five-five? Five-three, even, and she would have been able to reach her kitten that had managed to climb up the trophy case and reside on the very top of the cabinet. Her tail flicked back and forth as though excited, as though this were a game to her. Odds were good that it was, but it certainly wasn’t a game to Cailyn. The chair was an odd one, used with years of magic, and it felt tall and unstable and stable all at the same time. It made her uneasy and made her want to grab her kitten by its tail and drag her down to the ground with her. Would she? Of course not. But the idea was enticing in her annoyance, and she made a sound of irritation low in her throat.

“Get down here, you insufferable cat!” She shouted at it angrily, leaning back for a minute and wobbling precariously in her position. She leaned forward once more, clasping both hands firmly to the shelf in front of her and glaring up at the kitten once more. Green cat-eyes looked back at her and the tail continued to flicker back and forth. Her frown deepened considerably and she reached a hand upwards, rather glad that there wasn’t anyone else in the room with her. Being summer, she wasn’t clothed in her usual jeans and a sweatshirt – no, she had on her shorts and a tank top that was rather old, meaning that it was a bit small. It crept up her sides as she reached higher and revealed more skin that she would have liked. Once Kendall was firmly within her grasp, they could be on their merry way to the common room to get a bit of work done and there would be nothing to worry about. But Kendall was being more difficult than Cai knew what to do it, and it was incredibly frustrating.

Thunking her forehead off of the next shelf up, she smacked an open palm against a bare spot of wood and wobbled again as a trophy went crashing down to the floor. A loud clang! reverberated around the room. She winced visibly and turned enough on the chair to turn to look at the door. No, she wasn’t breaking any rules but if Filch were to come in, chances were good that he would find something to give her a detention for. Especially since she was ‘misusing a chair and causing a liability’ or some nonsense like that. Weren’t every one of the students a bit of a liability, what with being magical and all that? She’d never once understood that when he’d said that to her once before, but then seldom did anyone have a clue what the bloody hell Filch was ever saying.

Facing Kendall once more, she reached for the cat again, resting her wrist against the top of the shelf and reaching for her belly to slide the cat towards her. She was set rather far back on the top, the left side of her furry body pressing against the wall behind it. Reaching farther, giving out a little exasperated grunt, her fingers brushed the cat’s side before the chair wobbled in a way that made her pulse jump into her throat. No, it wasn’t that long a fall from where she was standing because she wasn’t that tall, but she still didn’t fancy a trip to the floor. The floor was hard and unforgiving most of the time, and a bruised bottom wasn’t something she particularly enjoyed. Be that as it may, the chair started falling off to the side and she grappled for the shelf, trying to cling to it to hold herself up.

Must be Rouerie

[jessaleighd]

First Name: Ani
Last Name: Delacriox
Age: 16
Appearance:
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History: Ani loveless was born to a wizard mother and a werewolf father. When she was just two years old her mother was murdered by her uncle. (Not on purpose) Ani has grown up in France with her father. she knows nothing of the wizard world. After her mother died her father tried to keep part of himself locked away so Ani could never be hurt. On a sunny afternoon in the middle of summer she and her father went to a small town in Alabama to visit his parents. Thats the summer everything about her past and future came to light.
Personality: Bubbly around some, Nervous around others.
Sample RP:
I will submit mine at a later time. My comp is messing up

[anastasia thurston]

first name;
anastasia

middle name(s);
rose clarissa

last name;
knowles

age;
seventeen

birthday;
december 24th 1991



appearance;



When people complain that they look too young for their actual age, Anastasia has always had the issue of looking older than she actually is. Her dark brunette hair reaches down to the middle of her back in either waves or perfectionist ringlets along with a shaped side fringe covering her deep chocolate brown eyes. Ana’s naturally tanned skin was inherited from her father’s side of the family while her small, petite stature was from her mother’s. Standing at only five foot two and weighting in at seven and a half stone, she has always been on the small side but has no intention to try and deny the fact. ‘Love what you’ve got and wish for nothing else.’

history;

Born late into Christmas Eve, Anastasia Rose Knowles was brought into the French world at eleven fifty eight pm - just two minutes before the proper Christmas celebrations began across the country and the world. The young girl's parents - Melisa & Robert - were known visitors to the French landscape and were planning on settling down within the country's hills for a year or two while the family began to grow. Being the eldest of two - her younger sister being named Claudia, Anastasia knew the importance and responsibility it carried on her shoulders. The baby sitting, the caring nature of her personality and many just being there - with Claudia when their mother and father couldn't attend.

Her parents first met during their last year at Beauxbatons. Robert had been sorted into Sournois seven years before and kept up his reputation as one of the 'bad boys' in the school until he met Melisa. She was a beautiful brunette girl that had been sorted into Cossu prior to their meeting. The two fell in love at first sight - bringing the proper meaning back to 'love at first sight'. Married only five years before the birth of their first child, the couple were as strong as they could possibly be - building a strong relationship for their future children to learn from.

Once Anastasia was born, Melisa wanted her daughter to have a normal life for the first eleven years - before moving her into Beauxbatons for her magical education. Robert - on the other hand - had other ideas about his daughter's education. This debate went on for over the first two years of Ana's life with many threats and neglection being thrown and her almost ever day; even though she never truly understood about the arguments. A few days after the daughter's sixth birthday and after years of arguments, the couple finally got divorced - Anastasia moving to England with her father and only seeing her mother during the summer holidays. While in the British Isles, Ana was finally introduced to what her mother had been holding her back from for over six years - magic. The whole idea within the girl's mind was still as mystical as it was in her dreams - well, minus the unicorns and its pretty close. Due to the lack of cooking and house-keeping skills on her father's half of the family, the whole house was run under the influence of magic. The washing, ironing, vacuuming and so much more completed with one movement of Robert's wand.

At the age of eleven, Anastasia was thrown into magic full time when she first received an invitation to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She accepted with no delay - hoping that actually going to a magic school would help her understand the whole idea of charms and potions her dad had been going on about for over her lifetime. Whilst at Hogwarts, the girl was sorted into Gryffindor - to her dad's dismay - but Ana never settled in enough for her to stop contemplating if any other school's existed; this when Beauxbatons Academy came into mind. After a talk with her mother about moving in with her and her unknown younger step-sister Claudia, Melisa sent out a letter to the school, asking for a place. Days later a reply came - with an invitation to join the school.

After spending a few months in Beauxbatons, Anastasia did indeed settle down into life without a father figure. Being sorted into Rouerie and meeting some of the most interesting people in the school was definitely the boost she needed to start off in the new school. She still wanted to be close with Robert – even after the issues in her family – and wished that she would see him at some point in the near future. This, unfortunately, didn’t happen like she wanted. A few weeks before the end of term, news reached Ana that her father had passed away; causing her to almost break down. She stayed in her dorm room for most of the darker days and only really left to eat. While she was in her room, Melisa decided to pull her oldest daughter out of school – possibly for good. If life was that short, what was the point of wasting it?

Fast forward three months. Anastasia had been trying to fit into a ‘muggle’ school with her step-sister but with no success. Everything was as bad as it was previously and, after leaving Beauxbatons, she was beginning to miss being around people like her. Only one choice could be printed into her mind. Ana wanted to go back and, after weeks of pestering her mother to let her go, the word she had been waiting for finally left her lips. “Yes.”

personality;

To say that Anastasia's childhood was 'unstable' or a 'bit wobbly' would be major understatements but - with help from friends and her family - she's managed to stay pretty much grounded when it came to attitude. Back when she was living with her father, Ana did have a slight attitude and one very short temper but this has changed over the years. Growing up with the problems, the seventeen year old has learnt how to act the best in situations and, most of all, wished to be a role model for Claudia while she was growing up.

She has always been one to wear her heart on her sleeve; falling for any cute guy that would happen to look her way and smile. Anastasia never really liked trying to commit herself to one male but, when she finally finds the one that is right for her in all ways, things might change. Along with falling in love easily, she is quite quick to make friends with anyone who seems to have a plesant side - normally turning away at anybody who didn't like some body because of their blood type or looks. She also dislikes anyone who makes harsh comments about their parents in front of her ever since she lost her dad. Not only did it bring up memories, it makes her see how she used to feel about her own father and all the times she would curse his name. If only she had known not to.

Anastasia has always believed that - after being put on a pedistool by her own father and losing someone as close as him - every person needed some where to put out their feelings. For her, it was into her writing. Either poetry, a song or a story - Ana would always be seen with her head stuck in a good book or writing down ideas to release the stress. Being an avaid reader for so long, the seventeen year old has always believed in fairytales and romances. The only problem was, she hadn't experienced that yet.

sample roleplay;

‘Ana, do you have to leave again?’ Claudia asked, sitting herself on the side of the seventeen year olds bed – a sulk almost imprinted on her face. Anastasia was busy packing to return back to Beauxbatons and boy was she glad to be going back. After spending just a week in a ‘muggle’ school, the brunette had already given up. No-one was speaking to ‘the new girl’ and seemed to just pass her by. She missed the idea of being without any use of her magic - almost like there was no point of actually having the powers if she couldn't use them. Her eight year old sister was almost in tears as Ana dropped a few more piles of clothes and books into her trunk. With a smile, she took a seat next to Claudia and wrapped her arm over her sister's shoulder.

"I'll be back before you know it..." she replied with a smile on her face, rubbing her sister's arm, "Now please stop looking like you're going to cry. You'll set me off as well!" Anastasia didn't want to abandon her but needs were musts in her mind. Life was harder without being at Beauxbatons and she didn't half miss her friends. Alcott, Lucy and Ashlee - three of her closest friends - had probably already forgotten her, but the seventeen year old hadn't forgotten about them yet. They had been in her mind, dreams and thoughts ever since she left. The chances of finding them again and re-forming the friendship? About one in a million. Nothing could ever work out that well again. 'Promise you'll write, though?' Claudia interupted, holding out her little pinky finger up to her face. Anastasia smiled and hooked her pinky around her younger sister's. "Promise." Out of everything the girl would miss, she would miss her sister's teethy grin every day.

'Claudia - are you bothering your sister?' their mother question as she leant against the entrance to Anastasia's room with a smile. Claudia shook her head in disagreement and smiled a wide grin up at Melisa, causing us all to laugh. Her little sister then hoped up off the bed and ran at their mother, wrapping her arms around her hips. To say that Claudia had a different father to Ana, she still wasn't the tallest girl around. Double checking her room for anything that she may have missed, the brunette closed the lid to her deep purple trunk - locking the front in two swift movements. Leaving home home to go back to Beauxbatons felt surreal to the girl - almost as surreal as it did when she went the first time.


{ note: i originally signed up as anastasia back in term twelve
and she was sorted into rouerie. now, she's back for good. (:
the first four paragraphs of her history is from original app.
all the rest is new and/or edited in some way.}

Must be Cossu

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First Name: Baden

Last Name: L'Orione

Age: 18

Appearance:


History:

Iliana L'Orione and Troye Blakely were not expecting a child, particularly after they had been advised it was unlikely Iliana would ever be able to have children. So the arrival of little Baden was a welcome surprise. Baden was a joy to have around, rarely crying and often rewarding his parents with his trademark, slow smile that lit up his little face, or simply watching with unhidden curiosity in his big grey eyes. His parents had never married, as in their eyes they belonged to one another and had never felt the need to make that official step when everything was so perfect as it was.

Living out in the Kent countryside essentially cut the pair off from everyone else, and in turn, also cut off Baden. His mother home tutored him, and he preferred to spend most of his time honing his skills on the Piano, or playing out make believe scenes from The Chronicles of Narnia in their orchard. Occasionally he'd join in the games of the village boys, but he preferred the warmth of his own family and his own imagination. When he was about ten, for his birthday his parents bought him a giant Alsatian puppy, whom he called Aslan after his favourite books by C.S.Lewis.

That would be his last gift from his parents, as during an attempt to renovate their chimney - part of the house caved in upon his parents and killed them. Baden was out with Aslan in the orchard at the time, and had a lucky escape. He was thirteen. The only surviving kin he had was his mothers sister - Isidis L'Orione, who lived in Iliana's hometown of Lyon, France. She, a muggle, had not spoken to Iliana since she'd found out she was marrying that wizarding type. Isidis herself was a widower and divorcee of four ended marriages, and of the four marriages - three had died. Needless to say, she'd accumulated a good deal of money on which she and her three children from her very first marriage lived upon.

So Baden moved in with his Aunt and her children, twins Samuel & Eris, and youngest daughter Romany. His relationship with his aunt was immediately slightly tense, as she saw in him his paretns, and could not resist a few malicious jibes here and there. Still stunned by the loss of his parents, Baden only had his dog for support. He was again home tutored, and completely cut off from everything aside from his Aunt's malicious world in which her children fought for attention and backstabbed one another for her love. Baden shut himself off, refusing to show emotion - his placid nature taking a back seat as he became surly, listless and withdrawn to protect himself from his Aunts taunts.

In time he began to respond, his sarcasm developing - and their banter was harsh and intended to hurt. When faced with banter from his cousins, he couldn't be bothered, and quickly drew to the conclusion that the quickest way to get someone to shove off was by hitting them. It seemed to work, and he had a mean right hook after years of learning how to spin bowl in cricket. He clung to anger he began to feel, because he thought if he let it go - he'd have nothing left. Anger made him strong.

After successfully scaring away three tutors with his aggressive behaviour, and giving Samuel more bruises than his mother could count - Isidis decided to reveal the letter that had arrived for him when he was 11. It was an invite to a wizarding school. He could pretty much stay there all year, or all the time. To her, it was ideal. For him, it was heaven.

Personality:

Surly and Sarcastic, Baden wanders through life angry and listless. He blames this on his Aunt and the death of hi parents, but really - he's held onto his anger for so long, her wonders if he lets it go - what will he have? Nothing. He lacks motivation, and would rather spend his time laying on his bed staring at the ceiling and listening to Elvis Presley on repeat. He'd rather like to be like either Elvis or James Dean, his only two idols in life - and die young.

He's an intelligent lad, and has a quick tongue - but this is rarely shown in class. He keeps himself to himself, and doesn't offer any input even when asked. He completes his work in silence - and even then, only completes it if he likes it. Despite being intelligent, his grades are low due to this blatant display of rebellion.

His passions are fast antique cars, listening to Elvis, smoking and watching black and white movies. Alone. He doesn't want to make friends, and doesn't want to socialize. He keeps these at bay with withering sarcasm and agressive overtures.

He's still stuck in the childish world of stamping your feet when something doesn't go your way and usually storms off when something isn't right. Deep down, Baden is afraid. He's never been taught how to socialise with anyone other than his family and is worried about losing the people he will come to love. This makes him slightly possessive and a little controlling when it comes to relationships, but purely out of a need to look after whomever it is.

RP Sample:


The cigarette indented his full bottom lip, unlit and disarmingly white for something rumoured to bring death to those most addicted to it. Strains of Heartbreak Hotel swirled about the room, mingling with the smoke of his last cigarette - an addictively intoxicating pair. One finger twirled the air loosely in time to the music, his plimsolled foot tapping the end of his dorm room bed. He'd yet to meet his dormates, but hadn't hesiated in making himself at home. He intended to live out of his trunk, and the only things he'd unpacked was a single photo, his record player which had been given to him by his dad on his eighth birthday - and his cigarettes and lighter.

'And although its always crowded,
You still can find some room.
Where broken hearted lovers
Do cry away their gloom.'

Baden's voice came out husky in the silence as he drawled out the familiar words, eyes half closed - gleaming beneath his lashes as he flicked his silver lighter, bringing it close to light another. Sitting up, he breathed deeply, his head swinging lazily to the beat. He hadn't listened to anything else since he was ten. Rising, he danced vaguely - cigarette in hand - spirals of smoke swirling away and eluding him like a teasing, mysterious dance partner. Looking at him, anyone would have thought he was drunk...he wasn't but it wouldnt have bothered him anyway. Baden wasn't one for socialising, and couldn't remember the last time he'd cared what someone else thought.

The track ended, and Baden paused infront of a dusty sepia photo, slightly torn at the edges. Strains of 'Always on my Mind' seeped into the room and he ran a single finger down the dark wood of the frame. His face was emotionless as he stared into the still laughing faces of his parents. Feeling suddenly guilty, he stared for a long moment at the glowing end of the cigarette in his hand before stubbing it out in the bin abruptly. His mother would never approved of his smoking. Smiling faintly, he grabbed his jacket, shrugging it on as he left the room.



Must be Sournois

Sorry! I've sorted that out and done a new one now.... >.<

[Ernest Carnen]

Name:
Ernest Carnen

History:
way too much

Early life.
There was little sun the summer Ernie was born. No that
there is much sun in Scotland at the best of times, but that
year the seasons seemed to change from winter to autumn,
totally bypassing the joys of spring and summer. Ernie was the
second of two children, his eldest brother Jack, a few years
his senior, was a disappointment to their strict pure blood
father, and his younger sister Perrdie was an unexpected
addition to a family that Ernie’s parents felt was already
complete.

During his childhood Ernie hardly saw his mother, the children
were all educated and brought up by a nanny who lived with
the family in their manor house. When Ernie turned 12 he was
taught magic by his father in the vast grounds of their home.
Ernie’s father, Edward intended to make the boys strong
enough to fight in whatever battles they found themselves
faced with. He was a very opinionated man, he only liked pure
blood wizards, and had no time for anyone else. Ernie’s

brother grew further and further away from the family,
constantly arguing with the boys father, and when Purrdie
was sent away to school Jack snapped.

Ernie was never told what happened that day, but he would

always carry the memories of the flashing lights, and his
brothers blood covered hands. After the death of their father,
Jack left the family home, and Ernie didn’t hear from him again
for a good number of years. Most of the staff left the family
home when they saw what Jack was capable of, and all of this
took its toll on Ernie’s mothers worsening health.

After the year and a half Ernie spent alone with his mother,
he didn’t feel any closer to her, and having never left the
grounds of the family home he decided that it was time that
he moved on with his life, after all, he couldn’t make better
what jack had destroyed.

Shortly after turning 14, Ernie broke into his fathers office,
one of the many rooms in the house that had remained
locked ever since his fathers death. After a long search he
found the papers that he was looking for; the addresses of his
relatives.

A little than 24 hours later he found himself on a doorstep in
London. His uncle Andrew was a vampire, and had been
deserted by his family and killed in an anti-vampire protest
years before. His only surviving daughter, Starr Capulet had been adopted by a French wizard living in London town. From
this gentleman, Ernie found the address to Beauxbatons.

Later life

At Beauxbatons, Ernie Carnen was enrolled into Cossu house.
He completed 3 years of his education before becoming a
member of the teaching staff, the youngest on the team,
and along with his teaching position came his Head of House
status, Ernie was forever proud of his Cossu house. During his
time at Beauxbatons, Ernie often fell in with the wrong
crowds, but, but always made strong alliances with his friends.
The most important person he met at the school was Matty
Way, there was no way that Ernie could ever love anyone
more than that boy.

During his time as a professor at Beaux, his elder brother
joined the teaching staff. Ernie knew that there was no one
at the school who know about Jacks past, so he decided to
put it behind him. Jack wasn’t at the school for periods of
time, and this drew Ernie’s attention, along with many other
peoples. It turned out that Ernie’s mother was dying, and
Jack had been paying her visits. Ernie accompanied Jack, and
on that final visit his mother passed away.

Ernie moved Purrdie to Beauxbatons so that the brothers
could look after her, but she was unhappy, and had had an
adoption offer from a friends mother at her pervious school
that she desperately wanted to take up. After much thought,
Ernie went with Purrdie and signed all the appropriate forms.
It was at this point when he figured that what he thought
had been a family was nothing more than convenience (or
inconvenience) of birth.

After this Jack left the school, there was little that Ernie could
do to contact him, and he was later informed that his brother
was dead. Later that year Ernie’s 2 year relationship with
Matty broke down, and he made the decision to leave the
school with his friend Charlotte.


Personality:

It takes a lot for Ernie to trust, but once someone has gained
it, they don’t loose it unless they deserve to. Ernie is easy to
love, and has plenty of time for the people that matter to
him. There is little that Ernie won’t do for someone. He loves
a good gossip, but makes sure that he never says anything
hurtful, or anything that could be untrue.

Ernie always tries to present himself in the best possible light,
although through the years his reputation has suffered some
what. Ernie is down to earth, and only quick tempered around
people who he feels negatively about, he has also got quite a
stack of one liners to pull out at any given time, as ‘wit
beyond measure is mans greatest treasure’.


Rp Sample:

He placed the end of the pen between his lips and held it in
place with his thumb and for finger. e had long given up those
little white cancer sticks, but still having something in his
mouth was a comfort. He shifted a little on the cold tree root
he was perched on. It had been months since he had been
here, and it would probably be months before he returned
again. This was no further than 5 yards away form where he
had first kissed Matty Way, and this exact spot was where
Matty told him, two years later that enough was enough.

Ernie had tried to turn round his life in the time he had been
away from Beaux, and even with the healthy diet (he now
weighed in at 135) the new hair cut, no boozing and no
smoking, no where really felt like home, no where like this place.

Puling the pen from between his lips, he smiled carefully to
himself in recognition of is success. Olymp didn’t know he was
back yet, and he wondered what her reaction would be to
see his letter neatly folded on her windowsill. He had placed it
carefully enough inside the window to look like an owl had
dropped it off, but in reality, he had climbed once again up to
her window and pushed the letter through.

Naturally, he assumed that she would respond by owl, so he had taken himself and his small suitcase of belongings down to
the oak tree to await her reply. He kicked his legs out, it
hadn’t been as hard getting in to the grounds as he had
expected it would be, he should probably let Olymp know
that any Tom dxck or Ernie could just walk right in, he sighed,
who was he kidding, he was sure that someone in the school
would know that there was an ‘intruder’ in the grounds. He
bit down on his lip for a second,
Maybe he should head up to the school, just in case.

Breathing deeply to calm himself, he decided to stay put, this
was his home after all, and sure if someone had tracked him
here, they would know who he was wouldn’t they? He
stretched his arms up above his head, and then pulled them
down, cracking his wrists as he did so, all that was left to do
now was sit out the wait.



Ooc: For Olymp.. I went ahead and posted anyways.. and tried to remember all of the history, but Jack made so much
up it's hard to remember it all..

Must be Cossu

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First Name:
Jack

Last Name:
Morgan

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Age:
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Appearance:
jack-jack

History:
November tenth was the date that Jack Aiden Morgan was born. The boy was born to a typical irish family. From what people thought they were a ‘typical’ irish family. Cora Morgan, Jacks mother, was not typical. She was in fact a witch. That secret was kept by her for years from the young Jack and from his father. They lived happily as a family without her ever having to give up her secret. She refrained from doing magic while her husband and son were home, but it wasn’t until the boy was five did he catch his mother performing a spell. Jack was very confused by the sight that he had seen, but never questioned his mother on it. Harvey Morgan, Jacks father, was a very very strong man. Physically and mentally. One thing that Jack picked up from him was the mental strength.

Life was good. Up until Jacks mother was offered a different job position that called for her to move to France. After breaking the news to her husband nothing was the same. Fights erupted, and lasted for hours on end. The money was better so naturally Cora wanted to move, but living in Ireland all his life, Harvey had made his home here. His family was here, and he didn’t want to change that. There was never any physical violence between the two adults, but there was a bunch of mental abuse. Not just from Harvey, but from Cora as well. When the fights started Jack mostly stayed alone locked in his room. The young boy was not going to let this affect him the way it was affecting his parents.

After thinking about the offer long and hard Cora had made the decision to move to France whether her husband liked it or not. The next decision she had to make would be much harder than the previous. Whether or not she would take her son with her. As his mother she thought that she had a right to take him with her, but Harvey might have a different plan in store for that. When she asked him about it. The man didn’t put up much of a fight, and they agreed that Jack would visit Ireland during the holidays. About a week later Cora and Jack arrived in the country that would be their home. Settling in wasn’t as hard as the two had expected.

The Morgan family had never been poor, but they weren’t exactly rich either. They had enough for what they needed, and if they saved they would have enough for a little extra, but that was only on very rare occasions. They arrived in France when Jack was about fourteen, and after about a year living in the country Jack knew that his life was going to be completely different. He started to lose his Irish accent, and was slowly picking up the French. After about a year the boy sounded awkward with a hint of irish accent mixed in with the French. His mother was doing well in her new job, and they were making enough money to get these ‘extra’ things that they’ve always wanted. Sometimes for Jack it was clothes, and other times it was electronics, and games, and anything that he could want he pretty much had.

After about two years Cora and Harvey were divorced, and a week after the divorce strange mail started showing up. It was addressed to Jack, but he never had a chance to read it before his mother snatched it out of his hands. It wasn’t until one day when he was home alone while his mother was at work did the sixteen year old actually get to read the letter. He was accepted into a magical school. The first thing that came to his mind was not that time that he had spied on his mother, but the fact that he was always told that magic was fake nothing but a myth. When Cora came home that night Jack approached her with a million questions. With a little bit of hesitation the woman answered every single one of them, and let the boy make his own decision on whether or not he wanted to attend this school. Jack made the decision to go to see what everything was about.

Personality:
Overall Jack is a nice person. He was raised well by his parents, but during the time that the two of them were fighting the boy developed an attitude. Nothing big, but he isn’t afraid to tell people what’s on his mind. He’s more of a lover than a fighter, but isn’t afraid to fight he just chooses not to. Life was never particularly hard for him, but there’s always rough patches there’s rough patches in everyone lives. Jack tends to bump heads with a lot of people, and is a good friend to others.

Jack smiles and laughs most of the time, and just like his father is a very smart and witty boy. He knows how to use his words, and usually uses those to break people down instead of using physical violence. At times though Jack can be a little bit shy, but that usually only happens on rare occasions. He had never been the most popular of people, but he gets some friends, and to him that’s all that he really needs. Friends and family.

Sample RP:
Sitting there in the great hall Jack stared down at his food. He picked up his fork and poked at the meat a few times wondering whether or not it was still alive. Resting his elbow on the table and putting his chin on his hand Jack closed his eyes, and let his mind wander. The boy was pretty much exhausted from all the things he was doing now. Classes, and running around with people. He had never been so busy in his life, and never once would he think he would be sitting here eating food made by elves in a school that taught magic. It was the last place he thought he would ever be. There he was though, and he couldn’t have been happier.

Sighing softly the boy opened his eyes, and looked around the almost empty room. People had either decided to skip lunch or everyone got there before he did and left before he got there. That’s what he got for being so busy. Rolling his eyes the boy stood up and exited the room. Stretching a bit Jack turned to his right and walked over to the large oak doors that led to the grounds. Wrapping his unzipped hodded jacket around him the boy pushed open the door, and walked outside. Feeling the air on his skin Jack shivered a bit. The days were warm, but the nights were starting to get a bit chilly as the season neared fall.

Closing his eyes the black haired boy took in a deep breath and held it for a few seconds and then slowly let the air out of his lungs. The outside air was so clean and calm. He loved being outside here. It was so, different, than it was in Ireland. Opening his eyes again Jack walked over to a bench, and sat down on it. There weren’t many people outside, but he couldn’t blame them as it was chilly tonight. After a few minutes of just sitting there he laid back and stretched himself out resting his head on one of the arms of the bench. Jack closed his eyes, and listened to the sounds that surrounded him. He knew that if he stayed like this for too long he would most definitely fall asleep. Would that really be a bad thing?
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Must be Rouerie

[ceciliablanchard]

-----First Name:

Cecilia

-----Last Name:

Blanchard

-----Age:

17

-----Appearance:

Click

-----History:

March, 1992. That's when it all began. Cecilia's mother was seventeen and fresh out of Beauxbatons, her father, an eighteen year old Hogwarts graduate, but two foolish kids brought up in rich, aristocratic homes was what they really were. "You weren't suppose to happen," her mother would drill into her brain throughout her life. "You were never wanted." But no matter how much they didn't want Cecilia, she entered the world nine months later. The date was December 29th, 1992, and although people say it isn't possible, she remembers the look on her parents face as if the image had been carved into her brain. As the midwife held baby Cecilia in her arms, her fathers young, handsome features held nothing but indifference. He left the room immediately after making sure his wife was okay. Her face, on the other hand, was contorted with disgust. "Look at her eyes!" She shrieked, sweat glistening on her forehead. "She looks like a bug!" She gave a prompt wave of her delicate hand as the nurse attempted to let her hold Cecilia. "I don't want to hold her! That is the nanny's job." And with those words, she sent them away. Great first impression, wasn't it? Thankfully, in time, Cecilia learned not to let those type of actions bother her. Their reaction to the arrival of her brother, though, was quite the opposite. The very next year, on October 17th, they welcomed Christophe Blanchard into the world with open arms. Her mother described him as 'a beautiful baby with a head of golden hair. The perfect boy to carry on the Blanchard family name.' And Cecilia had to agree with them. Christophe was the perfect little brother.

Soon after, Cecilia father had become one of the top advisors in the ministry and her mother had gained the reputation as a social debutante, making Christophe and her children of great privilege. Pretty dresses, the best playthings, pets of top pedigree, you name it, they got it. Now don't let me fool you, these things weren't for her, but for the upkeep of her parents image. How would it make them look if their daughter didn't have the best of the best? Like lower class, thatfs how. They made sure Cecilia's nanny dressed her properly. Fixing her hair just right. Never one crease in her clothing. Christophe, on the other hand, was quite the handful for nanny Rosalie. He would hide from her, fight with her, refuse to obey, and even sometimes tie her up, but her parents just laughed at these things. "Boys will be boys," her father would say as he ruffled her brothers hair. Cecilia knew better than to join her brother in his trickery, aware that if she were caught doing such things, she definitely would not receive a pat on the head. Plus, she was rather fond of Rose. She called Cecilia her 'little china doll' and said she had 'eyes that pierce the soul'. "You'll be so stunning when you get older, Cecilia," She would say as she brushed the child's long blonde hair, preparing her for bed. "Such a unique beauty is bound to catch the attention of all those around. And those eyes.." No one can ever talk about Cecilia's image without first mentioning her eyes. Unlike Christophe's grey, her eye's are pale green. Not just any pale green, but the type of green that haunts you in your sleep. It's as if they are almost white, like the eyes of a lifeless corpse. Even Cecilia sometimes got chills when she looked in the mirror and saw the overly large orbs staring back at her. But that is now, and I'm suppose to be focusing on then. Sorry. Back to Cecilia story.

Due to the lack of attention from her parents,the absence of any close childhood friends and the frequent abuse they had received from their father , Christophe and Cecilia became quite close. They would play exploding snap indoors, ride their toy brooms outside, and even revel in a game of gobstones with the charmed marbles Christophe received for Christmas. They played Wizarding Chess for a while, but after Christophe realized that he could never beat her, he decided not to even challenge his sister to that game ever again. It was as if they were two halves, only whole when put together. He depended on her to look after him, keep him safe, love him the way only a true sister could, and she depended on him to supply the small bit of existent happiness into her life. Yes, they became quite the pair for the small, precious amount of time they had together, but everything changed when Cecilia got her Beauxbaton letter

-----Personality:

Cecilia is a closed person. Painful experiences from her past have made it hard for her to trust anyone. Deep down in her core she is a bright beauitful person, but prefers not to show it much to protect herself from the pain of going through anymore pain. She can make small talk and isn't afraid to share things about her in general but when it comes to getting to really know her she doesn't really open up. If she does she would prefer the other person to open up first.

Then and only then will she share anything further. She's been brought up to believe everything comes with a catch. Which is why you'll see her doing things by herself most of the time. Although her loneliness does effect her. She believes this is better than being through the pain she was when she was younger. When someone tries to push her around now, she doesn't let them. She's a fighter. Her temper is quick and she won't allow anyone to talk down to her.

-----Sample RP:

Cecilia Blanchard stood at the edge of the Beauxbaton courtyard, her head tilted upwards, scarf swaying gently in the cold winter wind. Her warm green eyes were lifted up towards the endless expanse overhead. Once the brilliant clear blue of a dazzling autumn day, the sky was now patterned over with feathered clouds, turning the color to a faded gray. Tiny snowflakes drifted lazily down from the heavens, swirling in the wind as they circled closer and closer, until they finally fell upon the frozen earth. In the dim late afternoon light, the pure white snowflakes were the exact faded shade as the clouds- little pieces of sky descending upon Beauxbatons.

She could barely manage to tear her eyes away. It was the first snow of the year, arriving just in time for the beginning of the holidays on the last day of November. There was just something about this time of year- when the world shifted from the vivid crimsons and golds of autumn to the soft, unassuming grays of winter- that made Cecilia want to close her eyes and lie down on the barren ground while colorless snow flakes fluttered down around her, covering her until she was swallowed up by the pure neutrality the season.

Maybe it was the fact that Cecilia Blanchard had been devoid of effervescence colors ever since the day she was born. Everything from her family (their chilling and dismal chateau in Nice) to her 'friends' (a crowd of up-nosed purebloods) to her own self (a character as distant and cold as the snow flying through the wind) screamed for the need of blustering intrepidity and glaring heroics- things that caught attention and drew the human eye. Not that audacity or charisma was necessarily a bad thing- she was a Blanchard, after all- but overtime Cecilia had come to appreciate the understated brilliance of a quiet smile, a soft spoken word, a dull overcast sky. While everyone around her was caught up in the vibrant swirl of the hurricane, Cecilia Blanchard sat serenely in the eye of the storm, silver locks swaying gently in the transitory wind.

Cecilia wrapped her cloak tighter around her body as a biting flurry of cold air and snow whistled past. Glancing at her watch, she took one last look at the snowflakes falling from the sky and began trudging back up to the castle.

She figured that this attraction to colorlessness was the reason why she felt herself being drawn towards Marc Bullivant. The pale skin, messy blonde hair, piercing blue eyes- even his fun-loving personality- was everything that her own ice-hard world was not. There was nothing more to it- it wasn’t like she was attracted to the way he jeered at her in the hallways or constantly insulted her friends and family. No matter, after June he would be gone forever, and this whole delusion would fade away to something that was merely a tool to irk her brother and a weapon to use during a game of What You Would Never Guess About Me.

Her gaze wandered upwards again, eyes following the whirl of snowflakes across the ground.

It was hard for her to pinpoint the exact point in time when she began to find herself staring dreamily in his direction. It must have during her third year- she dimly discerned that it had to be sometime after she had carved out her own distinct place among the Beauxbatons population and became something other than That Seer Girl. At first Cecilia chalked it up as hormones and went about muttering darkly about how her own body had betrayed her. But the years passed and her crush dragged on, until Cecilia began worrying that it had become an obsession. She could barely manage to keep her eyes off of him, whether it was in the corridors or during Quidditch practice or even when he strutted across the castle grounds as she watched high above through the smudged glass panes of the library windows.

She was careful not to make it obvious- it was practically suicidal to give the Cossu that kind of ammunition against her- but his face was still the first her eyes sought out when she entered the Great Hall, and she found herself almost baiting him into arguments just to gain his attention. She had scolded and sternly told herself off every time she did something like that, but to no avail. It was like some kind of twisted reflex- her eyes and mouth and heart simply would not obey her mind.

Cecilia sighed and ran a frustrated hand through her strands of white-blonde locks. The way she felt about her supposedly sworn enemy was something that she had come to accept. He would be gone after graduation, she would find someone else and these dratted Feelings would subside. Out of sight, out of mind. Yet, still, it was demeaning, that’s what it was, to feel this way about him. Cecilia was pretty sure that the Greek gods had never actually existed, but if she died and discovered that they were actually up there on Mount Olympus, she vowed that she would climb up there and give Aphrodite a swift kick in her perky little arse for making her feel this way about Marc Bullivant. Of all the people in the world, she had to go and fall for that git. Seriously.

Oomph.

Eyes on the overcast sky and not where she was going, Cecilia had inadvertently walked straight into something. She lost her balanced and toppled none to gently into the snow,

“You insipid Blanchard. Can’t you even manage to walk somewhere without knocking into me with your large bum?”

Or someone.

She lay with her back in the cool wet snow, white hair tumbled across the snow like blood from some sort of Celtic unicorn sacrifice. A shadow fell across her face. Bullivant stood over her brushing snow off of his black winter cloak. The ends of his white and blue scarf fluttered in the wind.

Must be Rouerie

[arrypotterluver]

name lily Cameron ralcoy
age! 14
past! parents killed by a horntail dragon she Had to go and live with her cousin who is a squib he was jealous of her so he would constantly beat her then she got a letter from the academy so she ran away to look for it
personality! almost silent except when mad of friends are in danger and has a quick temper and sh is not a pushover her favorite flower is a rose her favorite Candy's are Bertie bots jelly beans

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[Avery Blake]

First Name: Jedburgh

Last Name: Glashtyn

Age: 18

Appearance:


History:

Born in Scotland to Nile and Severine Glashtyn, Jed was the youngest and final child preceded by three girls. His welcome into the world was met with celebrations as he was the first and only boy. It was only the start.

From an early age Jed displayed a wayward streak, and a penchant from breakng all rules except his own - which he stuck to closely. His mother attempted to pull him up on his teasing treatment of his sisters a few times, but in turn, she was pulled up by her husband - who reminded her that 'boys will be boys' and to leave him be. It was a motto that Jed never forgot.

It was clear to Jed that his father ruled the roost in their home, and his mother merely obeyed. He didn't stop to think of the willpower it must take to serve, and to obey and not to snap out. Slowly at first, but with increasing gusto - Jed began to mimic his father's ways, his respect for his mother and sisters lessening with each cocky demand they didnt deny.

His sisters were only too happy to oblige, they understood that he alone carried the power of passing on their name down the line and that the responsibility was his. They had no desire to have their lives and future controlled - and willingly catered for his needs.

When he was eleven, Jed went to Ireland to visit his Father's brother. It was here that he met his cousins - a family of four boys. He quickly grew friendly with Charlton and Uriel, the more playful of the other Glashtyn boys. His father's brother was a drunk, whom had gotten hung up on a woman and allowed himself, his boys, and his family name to fall to ruin. He had once owned vast amounts of land...and in allowing a woman to rule the roost - he'd lost everything. Charlton and Uriel didn't share Jed's chauvinistic views, but it didn't lessen their friendship and they vowed to stay in contact even after he returned to Scotland.
In the future years, they would spend many a night drinking and roaming the streets of Dublin, Edinburgh and London and many a morning with a cup of tea and good full english breakfast.

Although being a pureblooded wizarding child, originally Jed's parents decided against sending him to a public school. Or rather his father did. He felt it would enable his only son to pick up bad habits, learn unessecary things and generally waste time. And possibly develop his own mind. Instead, he enrolled him into business talk and private tutoring - keen to keep his sons mind on the main goal - keeping their family ontop.

His father was a sponser and shareholder in a minor Quidditch Team and took his position extremely seriously. Jed learned discipline, and to prioritise although his love was never in books or words, but always in the more physical side of things.

When Jed was seventeen, his cousin went missing from the french wizarding school he attended. He had been acting strangely in the year leading up to his disappearance. With the bull-headedness gifted to him by his father he ensured he was sent to that very same school in order to find what befell his most favourite cousin.

Personality:

Arrogant, more than slightly self absorbed and entirely bull headed - Jed knows where's he's going, what he wants and how he's going to get it. Too bad if you're in the way. Having watched his father through the years, he's learnt that if you want something in this world you can't expect to get hand outs or rely on other people. He's entirely self reliant, but also expects that if he demands something from you...you'll give it up. He usually gets what he wants.

Having grown up in a world where his mother and sisters all bowed to his every whim, and watched his aunt single handedly destory his uncle and family...he has pretty low opionions when it comes to women. He's more than happy to voice these views, and has always prided himself on his blunt honesty - and doesn't seem to realise most find it offensive that he has no tact. He'll wilingly admit he's just a tadge chauvnistic, but with looks like his - who cares??

Jed has a very strong mind, and a very strong work ethic. Once he sets mind to working, it's rare that he's distracted...well that included anything he sets his mind to. However, who said anything about coming to BB to work? He isnt much of a classroom boy though, and prefers physical work to bookwork.
When not focused, he does have a rather teasing nature as do all the men in his family. He does like a nice prank.

RP Sample:
Irritation suffused lmidnight blue eyes, full mouth pressed firmly together in an obvious expression of annoyance, heavy eyebrows jutting down darkly. His appearance was casually flawless, as always, aside from a large damp stain midchest on his plain white t-shirt. It was quite clearly food, although what it had been was indiscernible – the colouring muted, faded from his attempt to clean it off with a damp cloth. Unsuccessfully, he noted. He hated failing, and even failing to make his top at least wearable was enough to spark his short barely contained temper. He’d had to fight furiously to stop himself from lashing out at something, anything. His knuckles still hadn’t healed from the last time he’d hit the wall, and it was only the fact he'd barely been in BB for a week, and his own vanity that kept his temper barely under control. Some stupid bint had knocked her entire lunch tray down his top. What the hell? She’d even been looking where she was going! Unless there had been nothing going under those glossy dark curls...gah. Now he had to bloody change. The knowledge that he had twenty tops exactly the same, and could have more sent over at his request didn’t soothe his anger, or the hurt pride he felt upon catching the hidden smirks and glances others in the corridor threw at him. Those that didn’t know him could tell well enough from his sharp step not to mention it, and those that did know him knew him well enough to steer clear until he’d calmed down to reflect on it. No-one fancied a black eye, and Jed was obviously seconds away from handing one out.

Perhaps for any normal person, it was something to be laughed off – brushed off and forgotten about. Jed had always had a short temper, and had only recently made efforts to control it simply because he'd wanted to get into Beauxbatons. The thought made his expression and his scowl darken. As far as he was concerned, if people didn’t pay attention they deserved whatever they got. Too bad she was a girl. Well. Actually it was lucky for the pair of them. For her because she’d escaped physical harm, and for him because it had kept him in the good books.

Suddenly a familiar face appeared in the corridor in front of him. The blonde locks and immaculate peach complexion were unforgettable – as was her condescending attitude. The last thing he wanted her to see was him in this state. He didn’t think he could quite contain his emotions. Odd, considering Jed was not one to bow down at all to other people’s opinions one bit. After all, he did look pretty damn hot in everything he wore...stained or not. Mood slightly lightening at that arrogant assumption, he slid into the nearest doorway and shut the door behind him, leaning with his hand on the door handle and his back pressed against the door – blue eyes sliding closed as he heaved a sigh.


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Sorry I've now changed it!

[arrypotterluver]

NAME:Lily Cameron ralcoy
AGE:14
BIRTHDAY:November 28
APPEARANCE:Long black hair emerald green eyes and very pale
people always say they look to young for there age but lily is the opposite she looks 4 years older then she actually is
PERSONALITY:almost silent she gets mad very easily can be kinda shy around people she likes never really raises her hand in class but gets almost perfect grades if you get her to open at to you she will act like shes known you for ever she loves to read write draw and sing but mostly sing
HISTORY: she watched her parents be killed by a horntail dragon they were trying to protect her while she watched them she felt as though her heart were being ripped out after that her cousin took her in but when he found out she was a witch extreme jealousy so every night and every day he would beat her because he was a squib
special powers:the ralcoy family was always a muggle family until lily came along her powers consist of having telekinesis being able to read people's minds and being able to apparate at age 6.
RP SAMPLE:blue boots crunching against the cold snow lily was starting her first year at beauxbatons she was so scared she was almost crying she missed parents and she didn't know anyone
"Hello miss ralcoy please come over here so we can have you sorted." the headmistress said
"OK." lily said although i dint think she heard her
lily put on the sorting cloak said
"____"
she over to sit with her table she was trembling all over she decide it would be best if she went to bed.
i did my best on this hope you like it

Could you please expand more on the history and personality

[willow de sauveterre]

First Name:
Jacob Avent

Last Name:
Bruno

Age:
17

Appearance:


History:
Jacob grew up in France with his mother and father. He had an easy life, but one that was usually full of drama. His mother is a beautiful woman, one who has almost slipped out of the family's hands. David and Antionette, with their beautiful son Jacob. David and Antionette were actually set up by their parents, but neither protested because of how beautiful the other was. They got married within the month. Both were from pure blooded families, so no one protested, and well. They were young and stupid. Jacob knows for a fact that David had an affair with another woman, but everyone knows Antionette had one as well. David got away with that one. He doesn’t even know that Jacob is onto him.

It's quite obvious and easy to say that Jacob resents his foolish parents, but he loves them anyway. They spoil him to no end, so how can he not? His only positive fatherly figure was his uncle, Avent, of whom his middle name is from. Avent and Jacob spent a lot of time together, and during his younger years, Avent was Jacob's favorite person. He was like his hero, his sanctuary. Thankfully, Avent is still around. Jacob made sure that David made him his godfather, rather than David’s dreadful sister back in Italy.. If his parents die, he’d inherit the money and would be helped by Avent. He’d survive.

As a child, Jake was loved and adored by everyone. One look at him would send the person overboard with "awww!!"'s. His eyes were bright and smoldering, and quite wise for a child. Even as he stomped his feet demanding pudding or ice cream, people would hug him to death. He had everyone wrapped around his fingers. Jake grew up with no cousins, no siblings, and nobody in his family even near his age. He often claimed he ruled the world.

Personality:
Jacob is probably one of the most stubborn people you'll ever meet. Once he's made up his mind, there is nothing you can do to change it. One would have to hire an exorcist. It's kind of how he grew up. This naturally leads him to doing some stupid things, thing's he tries not to think about. It hurts his pride. Now, it's not easy to hurt his pride. If people start hurling insults at him, they'll ricochet off his back like pebbles. His ego is that big. Sure, it might tickle him, but rarely anything more than that. This is all thanks to his shallow nature.

A shallow nature like his is one that usually makes a person a jerk. Jake can be a jerk, and many people think that of him. He doesn't do anything to change their opinion. He isn't a jerk like one would think, though. He doesn't think much of a pure blood versus muggle born - He isn't stupid. He is into pretty girls and pretty boys, and can generally treat them better than he would a plain-looking person. Jake also has real good judge of character, he can tell the difference between a sweetheart and ... a person of his own kind. He will seem like a snob, but that's only until you catch his attention.

He's got the attention span of a goldfish.

He is also pretty forward. He won't do anything dumb, like beat around the bush. If he likes someone, he'll let them know, and begin the process of getting to know them. It's not too hard to get his attention, but it does take a bit of work to keep it. These are times where he can keep his ego in check. He'll turn into a prince at the flick of a switch. He likes a chase. It's all in the game for him. He set's his bar pretty high, but even in the midst of all his shallowness, he can notice talent. It's not all about the sultry eyes and pouty lips, he can be into cute innocent ones. Jake usually finds them to be a more interesting chase. He'll definitely notice if one can do spectacular things.

When one takes the time and sacrifice to get to know Jake, they'll find out rather easily that he has big dreams. A lot of them can seem pretty romantic too. It often comes off as a surprise. Jacob does want to fall in love one day, and he isn't afraid to. He's found no one to fall hard for, though. Maybe he's skipped over them for one reason or another, but he doesn't think about it. He has this childish faith in life, one that is kind of based on karma. It's pretty hard to explain, but he does believe that, in the end, it will all turn out ok. He's not going to end up on the streets performing magic tricks for money so he can get a burger at the nearest fast food restaurant. He allows himself to make his mistakes now.

That's another thing about Jake. He doesn't hurt people on purpose. He's not out to break hearts, he's just so self involved, he just doesn't catch on. When he does realize that he has really hurt someone, or even if someone else has really hurt someone, he'll find some way to comfort them. There are a few other situations where he'll be the shoulder to cry on; If someone's pet died, or a family member, or something else even a little tragic. If he thinks it's ridiculous, then he's not the one to seek out. He'll probably just make them feel worse. Jake is just honest like that.

Sample RP:
Staring out the window of his common room, Jake yawned. The sun was setting, and the moon was as bright as ever. His chin rested in his hands as his squinty eyes watched over the horizon. He had plenty of homework to do, but he didn't want to bore himself with that. His grades weren't so low that he had to do it. Homework was lame. He ran his hand through his black hair and raised an eyebrow. He scrutinized nothing in particular as kids were piling back in the room from dinner. He didn't know any of these people. Where were his friends?

So called friends. He wasn't really up for reading a book or taking a long stroll in the grounds. Suddenly, he felt too good to do anything. Nothing, that was all that was good enough for him. Not even, that just sounded sad. What can he do? Sitting around in the hall and messing around with people just felt so... So stupid. He had his wand, yes. He should do something with magic. He stood up abruptly and stuck his whole upper body out the window and looked down to the grounds carefully as his hands gripped the window sill. There were some kids down there. He can barely hear them laughing.

Bored as hell and with nothing better to do to entertain himself, he half smirked, and pulled out his wand. He glanced behind him expectantly, and sighed. How lame. He swished and flicked his wand, and a book began to hover, and flying where ever he commanded. It flew out the window. His eyebrows were raised in minimal amusement as it flew down to the kids and knocked their hats off, and soon pushing against their back. He wouldn't be spotted up in this darkness, and he was just leaning against the window sill now, seated again. His elbow leaned against the wall in a very bored manner as he yawned, just adding to the whole innocent effect. Geez, he really needs to find a hobby. With that last thought, he retracted his wand and stuffed it in his pockets, closing the window. He made his way through the small crowd that now occupied the room, and headed up the stairs to his dorm. The book was all but forgotten.

[zko26235]

Haeland Brielle Rivera
Age: 12
Appearance: The girl in attachmaent.

History: Her parents are Linda and Maxwell Rivera. They met in a little coffee shop in a small French village. The kept in touch and were married a year later. Two years after that Haeland was born. She is an only child and her parents have always payed tons of attention to her because of it. Which isn't always a good thing.

Personality: Haeland is really nice and down to earth. She doesn't let the fact that she is uber pretty get to her. Her self confidence can sometimes come off as self centeredness. She loves dancing and drawing. Every time you see her she will have a big smile for you. She loves to do her hair and make-up and is always wearing the latest fashions. Haeland isn't the smartest girl, but she catches on pretty quickly. She definitely isn't athletic and is slightly clumsy at times. As an only child, she can feel lonely at times so she surrounds herself with friends. She always likes to keep busy and can't stand doing nothing.


Sample RP: Haeland was walking to the lake, her wand, and a book in hand. When Haeland reached the lake she sat down at the edge of the lake and started to hum. She took out her book, Defense For The Defenseless and started to read. She skipped a few chapters until she found an old piece of parchment she used as a bookmark. A few minutes of reading and she decided to practice some charms for charms class. Haeland put the piece of parchment back in her book and picked up her wand.


Haeland was thinking of a spell to do, and then she thought of one. Haeland raised her wand, pointed it at the book and said clearly; "Accio Book!". The book zoomed put her hand which forced her wand out of her hands. She picked up her wand again and thought of another spell. A few seconds later Haeland raised her wand and said "Avis" and birds flew out of her wand. Haeland was really happy today but she didn’t know why.

She grabbed one of the birds and looked at it's back, there were huge blue markings on it. "weird", she thought out loud....

Please expand on the personality and history
Also please change your display name to match your character name

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