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Post by deeejayyy on Sept 20, 2009 11:00:36 GMT -5
FULL NAME
jillian dolly meig AGE
seventeen APPEARANCE
HISTORY
[/font] There was always a reason to leave and to just be set free for Jillian. Being born in a very poor and unappreciated family, had set Jillian's life uneven and hard to live. Born in the rush of winter blizzards in London, England to parents, Lisa and Morris Meig, the only wonderful thing about Jillian's birth, was that she was pure-blood. Lisa and Morris Meig both are pure-blood wizards and never really was accepted by their community, and especially not by the Ministry of Magic, since Morris had betrayed them by going against everything the Ministry was for. Lisa was just a poor house-wife who took care of Jillian through the little money she and Morris had brought up. Yes, the Meig family were outcasts. Living on the streets of London was not a very good idea, especially surrounded by muggles who could eventually kill them for being witches and wizards. But there was no other choice for them.
Morris and Lisa both were very young on top of everything they were going through. Having a baby wasn't on top of Lisa's list, especially at the age of eighteen. Morris wasn't at all thrilled either. So he left Lisa and Jillian to live on his own. It was a tragic of arousing arguments between Morris and Lisa, about him leaving and not supporting Lisa and Jillian. The only thing Morris said, was 'goodbye, i cannot live with this anymore i either die or move on.' it was the most horrific thing Lisa had heard, and she even covered Jillian's ears. Morris left without a trace in the deep darkness that blinded Lisa and Jillian, unable to locate which way Morris has left.
The final destination for Lisa and baby Jillian was in a very old fortune teller's store. A lady, possibly around the age of 25, was a true gypsy and new about wizards and witches, even though a muggle, herself. Welcoming Lisa and Jillian, she knew it would be rough but, Mayella, the gypsy, knew karma would help her. To Lisa it still felt like living on the streets, but only with a small wooden sanctuary cozy, with the occasionally creepy noises and leaking roofs. Growing up in this not-so-homely-home, Jillian expected loads more, she wanted friends, she wanted money, she wanted everything a girl could dream of. All she was taught her wizardry from her mother, and muggle studies from Mayella, who was now her god-mother. Jillian being a thirteen-year-old, now felt a bit free because of her magic, and knew that with all these old and devious spells she found in old books, she could do wonders with her magical abilities.
Since the age of thirteen, Jillian was a pure rebel. Never once would anyone call her angel. Every night that she could just slip out and come back home in the early morning, Jillian would hang out with her friends - or more over the term of "street friends". It was very promising to Jillian that she would fit in with these friends since day one, because of them being wizards and witches. But there was a boy Jillian was very curious about. He was the one whom always would hang out near the group of kids Jillian was with, watching her join in drinking and casting prankful spells on her friends. His powdery-pale skin and starking bright eyes, always dressed in black or some dark color, stood out to Jillian, especially when noticing though starking eyes staring at her every move. Jillian finally had a stalker.
One night Jillian was all alone outside in the usual hanging spot she was seen in. Looking around the boy was there, at the exact spot as always. Taking chances Jillian surprisingly went up to the boy and introduced herself. He had a very velvet voice and rough at some edges, but very pure. His name was Damon, but Jillian heard he had many names, and yes, it was truely life-threatening for Jillian to actually speak to this boy. His sweet and lushious voice drew Jillian to a daze and to a plethora of sleepy thoughts. It was as if she would be knocked out in two seconds, when Damon, bit her. No. He wasn't a vampire, he was a demon. Thirsting for love, thinking if he could turn Jillian into a demon, that she would be with him forever. But no. With a few breathes, Jillian breathed deeply, and tried to pick herself up, and Damon didn't do anything, as if he were paralyzed. Holding the deep cut of blood, Jillian toppled at her steps as she ran for her life back to her house, with blood splattering everywhere. Damon just watched her go. Blurry eyes and about to fall, Jillian was in her house, and knocked over a bunch of books that left a thud which woke up Mayella and Lisa.
Without second glances and thoughts, Mayella and Lisa took Jillian to the Healers. They were very curious to how this happened, and Lisa especially, was at a lost for words, and all she could do was shed sorry tears. The Healers miraculiously announced that Jillian was able to live and even though losing a lot of blood, she wasn't going to die. Lisa and Mayella were estatic and thrilled that Jillian wasn't going to die. And was sure that from what happened today, Jillian couldn't live here anymore. Lisa agreed with Mayella that Beauxbatons Academy of Magic would be the safest sanctuary. But little did they know what Jillian had turned out to be. She was half-demon. PERSONALITYC U R I O U S There's always something to get your mind twisted up around a specific topic, person or thing. Jillian definitely has those days of trying to think of things over and over again. She is very different when her curiousness and deep thinking comes into her. It takes away her childish and prankful crazy side away, and leaves her with her curious and untrustful side. Not that you can't trust Jillian, its just that whatever you try to hide from her, don't. Just because its kinda hard to since, Jillian is a person who likes to know every bit of everything. It really makes Jillian annoying to some, and helpful to others. E X P R E S S I V E Being open and very high-spirited is important to Jillian. Especially since she has a lot to vent about herself and how she's feeling. Jillian is sometimes careful about what she says and does, and mostly expresses herself in art or some other form, which will not lead to violence. Though Jillian does have a reputation for speaking her mind whenever she wants to, and has lead her to trouble a few times. But never really has Jillian cared for getting in trouble for speaking her mind. Being part demon, can make Jillian do what her mind tells her to and not her heart, and can lead her to breakdowns or an argumentive personality. I N D E P E N D E N T Jillian hates being the cover of a book, and loves being the details that makes the book whole. Never once does Jillian put herself inside the box and let herself be the little quiet mouse. She likes to be more of the sneaky mouse with a hidden agenda of deviousness. A lot of times, Jillian is seen doing what she wants and not caring. The one thing that mostly bugs Jillian like crazy, is being forced to do something. She hates that, and hates being the little cookie unable to speak for herself, whether she wants to get eaten or not. C R A Z Y This is something that Jillian is mostly good at - being crazy. Crazy can mean different things when you think of Jillian. One of the ways can be how crazy and outgoing she is. With her dry humor and spontaneous quotes. People usually hate her humor and some find it very entertaining to listen and watch, especially. Another kind of crazy, is crazy when Jillian is under pressure. She can go off like an alarm and be very mean or very frustrated and start to go bezerk. But Jillian is mostly a crazy little detailed book that has a sneaky mouse nose, sniffing for trouble. SAMPLE RPThe frost was cold and magnetic, as if sticking to Jillian's nose, and creating icicles. Clattering teeth and stuttering was all Jillian could do, it was definitely a frosted a frozen hard winter. It was like winter in hell for Jillian, because of how living in cottage like cabin wasn't helping her, her mom nor Mayella get past flu season. But really Jillian didn't care if she got sick or not, she was already sick. She felt as if her other side was taken away from her and that she wasn't Jillian anymore. How, because a part of her life was taken away from her and now she wasn't a human being anymore, but a demon. You're probably looking and saying 'what the hell is she saying', but its true. In this world only.
Dragging her feet through the soft-mushy-white-blanketed-snow, Jillian lost her balance and a shred of ice splashed up, as her body motioned falling to the hard-wet-ground. "Ow! Gosh now look at my jeans!" [/color] It was definitely one of those days for Jillian. Being her grumpy self usually shocked people and surprisingly herself as well, but she hated when people would take it seriously and tell her to calm down. Picking herself up, she took a hold of her jeans and brushed off the shavings of ice that sprinkled and made the light-destroyed-skinny jeans lighter. It was morning, and the air was light and breezy, very relaxing and to Jillian's like. A few breathes reflected in the clouds forming from them. Footsteps were heard from the house getting closer and closer to Jillian. Her neck was stiff and her feet were paralyzed to the ground. She sensed it was her mother walking in concern to the unfortunate fall. "What happened hun?!"[/color] asked Jillian's mom, as soon as her footsteps were heard loud and clear and near. Jillian didn't meet her eyes with her mom, but took a deep breath and let go of her stiff position. She turned around and cleared her throat, just showing her mom she was alright and hoping not needing to say more. The creases on her mom's forehead loosened and she stood up straight. "OK. Well as long as you didn't injure yourself. We wouldn't want to have to go to the hospital again,"[/color] said her mom, as she picked up a suitecase and placed it in the trunk of the flying car. Jillian formed a weak smile on her face and nodded in understanding. The flying car was old, rusted, and in the color of the brightest red you'd see. Never once did Jillian want to drive the flying car, just because she's never been in a car anyways. Now a flying car was far and sorta weird to what Jillian is used to seeing circling around her and her mom. Everything went quiet. Jillian's breathing became intense, and her mom went in the house to grab more of her luggage for Beauxbatons. The whispering of the frosted wind became brushingly mellow and a sweet sound through Jillian's ears. By a slow timer, Jillian's eyelids slowly closed, for the only that Jillian saw was through the narrow cracks of her eyes. Everything was dreamy and Jillian felt as if she was being lifted up by something invisible, and was sitting on a cloud that wasn't going to break because of it's lightness. She opened her eyes and saw a flash of black move across her, blurry. There was a face shown as her eyelids opened wide, and Damon's face appeared. She blinked twice, and his haunting face disappeared. "Are you OK dear?"[/color] Jillian's mom asked in more of a concern then when she fell. All Jillian did was nodd her head once very stiffly, it wasn't noticeable though. No one will ever know her secret of being a demon too. Though Jillian knows for herself she won't kill. She won't.[/size] [/blockquote] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/color] Must be Cossu
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Post by jayymo on Sept 21, 2009 17:09:11 GMT -5
First Name:Jay Last Name:Nenrac Age:17 Appearance:History:Born in Dublin in 1992 to an extremely wealthy family, he was raised in the great Nenrac Manor until the age of five, he had a wonderful childhood up until this point, spoiled with toys and presents he wanted for nothing. The family fortune stemed from his father's extremely successful performance enhancing potions business, Joeseph Nenrac invented his super speed potion just 2 years before his first and only son was born and in that short time he had become one of the most succesful business wizards in the western world. The news of Joeseph's disappearance reached the Nenrac Manor a few days after Jay's fifth birthday and it wasn't long after that the debt collectors and bailiffs began to arrive. At first Jay's mother, Julia, refused to believe that her husband had gotten in to such great debt but before long it became apparent that for the past few years Joeseph had been frittering away money that he simply didn't have. The Nenracs were almost completely broke, the only way they could be free from the bailiffs was to sell the manor. With the bank almost empty, Julia managed to scrape together enough money to move her and her son to a small house in a wizarding village in France where she started work as a healer in the local hospital. For the first year or so things were difficult and they found it hard to adjust to their new life but with a lot of hard work and great effort on Julia's part, they managed. Now Julia is head healer at a hospital in a nearby city and allthough they are nowhere near having the fortune they once owned, they live comfortably enough and Julia has high hopes for her son who is to start at Beauxbatons this term. Personality:Jay is a rather reserved young man, showing his true colours only when he is drawing. He spends hours pouring over his sketch books drawing anything that enters his mind or catches his eye, it is his only passion in life, other than the beautiful boys from the village he lives in. Jay spends much of his time with his friends, prefering to listen to other's conversations than join in, observe rather than participate. All through his life Jay had struggled in school, never being able to cope with complicated maths and often he skipped the dreaded science lessons rather than be embarrased when he couldn't answer the harsh teacher's questions. On the other hand he excelled in music and art, art especially. Jay isn't allways the easiest guy to get along with, he can be short tempered at times and often harsh words can escape his lips before he has chance to think and stop himself. But, underneath all that, he is fiercly loyal to his small group of friends who are the most important thing in the world to him. Sample RP: Jay sat on the edge of his bed, angrily searching his head for the contents of the dream he was awoken from. He was livid that his mind had allowed that beautiful scene to slip away from him. He remembered snippets and vague, hazy images and all he could be sure of was that it was the most beautiful, awe-inspiring place he had experienced in his life. The only thing that stuck in his head was the face, for in his dream he had seen a man, or maybe a boy he couldn't be sure. But every time he thought of this angel's face his heart skipped a beat, his own breath stuck in his throat and a tingle slid down his spine making him shiver. It only took him a few moments to realise what he should do, capture what little he could recall as soon as possible. He leapt up, barely realising that he was still only in his boxer shorts and ran up to the attic room where he kept his sketch books, easels, brushes and pencils and began to draw. His hands began to fly across the paper seconds after he entered the room, the tip of the pencil barely touching the white sheet as a figure lying upon a bed of grass next to a still lake began to appear. Jay found that as he drew, more and more of the amazing scene returned to his head and soon a beautiful sunset could be seen bouncing off the water and bathing the man in soft, golden light. He didn't realise he was cold until he had finished, he dropped the pencil he had in his hand and staggered backwards to fully appereciate his dream. He was shivering and he had goospimples all over his almost naked form. As he decended the old creaking steps he could hear his mother stiring, it would be time for them to leave soon. He had an interview with the headmistress of some school his mother had been trying to get him into, he entered his room rubbing his eyes, it was almost light now and the sun was begining to creep through the window and into his face. Must be Cossu
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Post by rosalind dillon' on Sept 21, 2009 19:43:27 GMT -5
First Name: Rosalind
Last Name: Dillon
Age: Seventeen
Appearance: Rosalind stands at 5'7" cutting a striking form. Her build is slim, but holds an undefiable tone as she is fairly athletic. Her stature is elegant, something she has always prided in, not allowing for dropping shoulders or a hunched back. Roslind makes a point not to hide the bitter scar which reaches from her left shoulder blade to her mid back. As her past is not something she is ashamed of. Her gait, though graceful, is one of constant suspicion. The prey, stalked by the hunter.
Her skin is a deep sun kissed shade, complimenting her mahogany locks, known to deepen in color during the summer months. Her mahogany hair, set off a caramel tone in the sunlight, gives her hair an effect similar to highlights. Usually her hair is left to hang down, in a more natural state, unless she is focusing intently on something, where she might pull it back into a losse pony-tail. It is rare that you ever see it in any other fashion than those.
Rosalind has sharp, slim features when it comes to her face. A face which has trouble hiding emotion. Even though she prefers to keep her emotions to herself, her features more often than not give it away. Whether it be the definite pout of her lips, the slight scrunching of her nose, or the definite emotion behind her eyes. Her eyes though are said to be her most defining features, a silver hue, like cast steel. They are just as flighty as her emotions, every thought slipping through.
Camille prides herself in keeping the natural look. By no means does she wish to stick out of a crowd with unnatural beauty or be blatantly dismissed as unkempt. Instead Camille chooses to clad herself in more natural or dark clothing, leaning towards greens, deep oranges, or reds. The darker colors fit her skin tone and she finds them naturally appealing. Her ordinary wardrobe consists of nothing more than trim jeans fitting close to her waist-line and any assortment of top, ranging from a t-shirt to a v-neck cami.
History: As she came into her eighth year Rosalind found herself having trouble with the other children at school, as well as at home. Where before the thought of not having a father had never phased her, it suddenly seemed important. Kids had teased her at school, when they asked her fathers name and she didn’t have a reply. It sickened her that she didn’t know, her mother had never told her anything about her father, except for the fact that he had been the reason for her scar. All Rosalind knew was that she didn’t have one. Already in her young years she was subject to the incessant teasing of the kids, it upset her and began to change her emotionally. More and more often she was finding herself in fights with other children over her family, or the slightest mention of her father would bring her to tears. She began to become emotionally unstable, still young she didn’t understand. Her mother pushed away all conversation of her father as soon as it came up, and Tiegan, Rosalind’s only friend preferred not to talk about it. She couldn’t remember it well, but she remembered having a father once.
Rosalind kept to herself for the better part of the years, always off wandering by herself or causing some sort of unneeded trouble, as though the attention might be what she craved. She needed something else than the bias of her classmates and the secretive ways of her mother. It seemed to take far too long for her mother to catch on and the fact angered Rosalind, leaving her to feel misplaced and unwanted. Becoming self absorbed she talked little, her blatant comments being put forth only when she was spoken to directly, she wouldn’t force herself out of a crowd. A few years had passed and as she turned fifteen, Rosalind began to pursue subtle changes feeling that she had bottled up her emotions to long.
It had been a long time since she had confronted her mother on the issue of her father, but she felt that an explanation was long over-due. The confrontation was hard, both for her mother and herself. The changes issued so clearly in them both. Rosalind was aware of the attitude which had replaced her, anger and sorrow quickly subsiding as her mother talked. It seemed stupid to her that her mother had hid such a secret for fifteen years, as she had been victim Ros felt it was her place to know. Even after it had been let out in the open, Rosalind was angry with her mother and she persisted in causing mischief where she could. In high school she had a mixed status, both with teachers and friends. Though she had a quick wit and bright mind, Rosalind had a tendency to speak her thoughts before giving them proper care. Often she had been talked to about her quick comments, ROsalind didn’t favor much in one’s feeling, but offered it as she thought it to be. The student’s seemed to be unsure whether or not to be intimidated by the girl or to treat her just as she was an equal.
She had few friends during her school years, everybody afraid by her tendency to quickly change tempers and her irrevocable need to cause mischief, whether it was intended or not. What few friends she had were close and she felt a prime sense of loyalty to them, but still she favored in solitude. She spent little time at home, as her sister had taken on a job to help her mother and was rarely home, and Asllyn had taken to a leave of solitude, hardly speaking to the girls. It was as though she were absent completely. Rosalind spent her time in anyway she could avoiding being home in any way possible, she no longer felt comfortable there.
When she was eleven things suddenly hit a downward spiral once more. Her mother grew very sick, no longer even able to care for herself. Though both girls hated to lose their life, Rosalind stopped attending school and Tiegan quit her college classes. Their mother couldn’t make it on her own and they could barely afford to live. It seemed a constant struggle, Tiegan struggling at work while Rosalind worked to keep what she could in line at home while home schooling. Asllyn was living in a most unusual state, refusing even to care for herself. She wouldn’t converse nor even look at the girls. The task grew out-bearing and the girls finally had her enrolled to a nursing home where she could properly be cared for. The incident had ruined the remainder of the year. Tiegan didn’t have the finances to return to her college courses and Ros had missed far too much school to have a chance at getting through the year, she would have to completely retake the year of schooling.
Every other week she would meet her mother at the nursing home and merely sit in silence and watch her, it was a horrid state. Rosalin began to feel that perhaps she was the cause for her mothers illness. After all, she had been fine until she had started with all her erratic behavior. It had been unfair though that she ahd lived beneath the secret of her fathers behvior and death. Again Rosalind found herself distancing herself from her friends and anyone that could help, her temper growing in ferocity, the slightest notion swaying her in any direction. Later that year her mother died, leaving only Rosalin and her sister, they had no other family. Se was angry with herself, for not trying harder, for letting her mother go.
It was that year that she was invited to Beauxbaton's academy and her sister though dimly caught unaware at the prospect urged her to go. She wanted her sister to have some sort of life, while she struggled to make her own.
Personality: Generally, mischievousness, shines through as one of Rosalind’s less appealing features. As all young individuals, Rosalind had been one to step over the line, take that cautious first step, to fulfill a movement. It was one of many habits she developed after her mothers death. She is renowned for her sense of mischief, troublesome and hardy at times. She is naturally curious and feels the need to sate that hunger.
Another renowned aspect to her personality, would be her fierce temper, subject to change quickly and decisively. In all her years Rosalind was flighty with her emotions, the cause of many uncomfortable situations. As she has strived through the years, her temper has grown in maliciousness easily caressed in a different direction. Though she has a quick wit, she does not always heed to the most satisfactory situation. Rosalind is very fickle, not paying much heed to response before firing them off, often ending in an argument. She is very conspicuous and holds true to her ideals, not wanting to find fault in herself. Her temper is widely flared and issues on her passions towards one subject. As an immensely passionate person she tends to let her emotions flare along side her will.
Along side her mischievousness and quick temper, Rosalind is stubborn in her ways. She is known to be upset when things do not go as planned and that can have a disparaging outlook on her temper. When ROsalindfinds herself upset or down, she tends to stay back and watch the ongoing. Still she has never come to terms with her past though it is not something she hides away.
Rosalind has a hard social life as she has a tendency of pushing people away. Her bitter temperment is not one that settles well with most individuals. She is consistently blunt, unafraid to speak what she thinks. Also, she is very suspicious of people, finding that none have been trustworthy.
Sample RP: Rosalind flipped her head, letting her dark locks cascade over her shoulders reaching for the ground. She combed her frail fingers through it's shimmering length, centering all of her hair high atop her head, before rising up to her original position. One hand held her hair in place as the other moved quickly to wrap the hair tie around her dark curls. As she secured the hair tie she tightened it, by parting the hair and gently pulling it, making sure that it would stay seated atop her head. Sighing softly she smoothed har palm over her head, making sure there were no loose strands. Her blue gaze wandered casually across the courtyard, she wasn't surprised to find it empty. The sun was barely making it's mark on the horizon, casting a deep orange glow across the surrounding sky, barely illuminating the park. Everything was cast in shadows still and oddly enough she was comfortable with that, even though ever since she had been a child her mother had done nothing but warned her of the shadows. It was the only thing her mother had warned her of and Rosalind still chose not to pay heed to her mothers warning. The woman had made life hard on Rosalind and her sister, her crazed state something more than either of them had been able to handle. Of course, she had grieved upon her mothers death, but in an oddly twisted manner it had proved a relief. Her mother had caused her more hurt than any other individual ever had.
Rosalind had made a point to never let another hurt her as her mother had. It was the reason she secluded herself. It was the reason she treated so many with such blunt and bitter behavior. Sighing she shook her head slightly, trying to rid herself of the bitter thoughts. She smoothed her fingers over the black material over her shorts, adjusting the bottoms which had rolled over during her walk. She was clad in simple clothing, non revealing but comfortable. Her black shorts were paired with a red razor back shirt and a simple pair of tennis shoes. Her scar was barely notable, peeking out beneath her shirt running beneath her shoulder. It wasn't something people looked into often and she felt anything but self concious of it so she rarely bothered to try and hide the differentiation of her skin.It had been her original intention to go for a run, in the cool morning air, but now that she was in the courtyard the option didn't seem quite so appealing.
Instead of stretching and setting up for a run, she walked casually, her eyes scanning prospectively over the grounds as she walked. One hand fell loose at her side while the other rested across her stomach, her fingers wrapped delicately around her other arm as she walked. The morning was quiet, with the exception of a casual animal call from the forest, just at the edge of the pristine yet controlled wildlife of the courtyard. She bit her lip lightly as she walked, her teeth indenting slightly on her lower lip. It was cool, but she found she preferred it to the daytime heat. It felt more relaxed here at this time of day. Not only was the view magnificent, but it was quiet and withdrawn. Rosalind hated walking through bustling crowds. This was she was less likely to have to speak to a soul. This way she was more likely to enjoy a moment of lingering silence.
Must be Sournois
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Post by willow de sauveterre on Sept 22, 2009 2:34:18 GMT -5
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.
Must be Sournois
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HYO JOON NAM
Cossu First Year Cossu Prefect
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Post by HYO JOON NAM on Sept 22, 2009 15:45:11 GMT -5
First Name: Kisa Valentina
Last Name: Kissin
Age: Sixteen
Appearance:
History: Even though Nikolai Kissin was (and still is) married to Beatrice, he had a “small” fling with a Japanese beauty called Sayuri. As a result of this, Sayuri ended up pregnant. When Nikolai found out about this, he told her to give the baby his last name no matter what. Sayuri agreed, though only after Nikolai promised to give her her very own mansion in France plus give monthly money to her as well, to raise the baby. Everything went just fine and perfectly and a healthy baby girl was born on 18th October 1992.
When Kisa turned three, Sayuri gave birth to another child whom she named Kana. Even though the girls had different fathers, Kisa still loved Kana like they would have totally same blood rushing inside them. She looked after her and pretty much spent all her time with Kana. When Kana turned three, Kisa being only six, they found out that Kana had the Schilder’s disease. They found out about it too late and about after a year Kana died. Kisa was then 7 years old and it made her feel awfully heartbroken, even though she was still so young.
Kisa still had a happy childhood in the end. Her mother raised her alone, Nikolai visiting them a few times in a year, but no more than that. The girl really wasn’t even fond of her father, even though he did bring her great gifts always, but that didn’t melt her heart to him. Not that she was that fond of anyone anyway. Only if her mother told her to be nice, she acted all sweet and kind, but in her mind she might have even cursed the person to hell. It was hard to notice though whether she was sincerely being kind or just acting it.
Even though Geishas aren’t that often seen in Japan anymore, Sayuri was one herself. It was more like a hobby to her than a real job. She just entertained some tourists (Nikolai for example, as well as Kana’s father Kyousuke) and that was about it. Still she taught all the stuff she had learned to her daughter. Also Kisa learned to play konghou (Chinese harp) which she plays even now every time something is bothering her or if she’s feeling sad. It’s what she’s good at and pretty much the only time when she can be her normal self without pretending anything else. She’s also good with some other musical instruments such as piano. Her whole age she has loved music a lot, and since she’s also rather creative, she sometimes comes up with her own small songs which she never plays afterwards though nor tells to anyone at all. It’s just something she loves to do, but is not willing to share.
Sayuri was a pureblood, but since her grandmother had been a seer, Kisa had a possibility to get some of those abilities as well; and she did. Kisa isn’t able to use her powers whenever she wants, but it just happens randomly. Sometimes there might be even months when nothing is happening and then all of sudden she might get a vision again. But her ability really isn’t that strong that a normal seer has which bothers her a lot since she wishes to be more powerful.
Kisa went to a muggle school which was actually an all-girl private school. It was expensive, but Nikolai paid for it, even though he had been strongly against it first (because he hates muggles). So until now she’s been in the muggle school, but now Sayuri decided that it’s her time to go to learn some magic. Therefore she was sent to Beauxbaton. And she was very thrilled about this as she really wanted to learn magic plus was bored being in all-girl school. That’s why Beauxbaton sounded just like heaven to her.
THE FAMILY
nikolai dmitri kissin father -- fourtyfive
sayuri anzai & beatrice dominica cadence kissin mother -- forty step-mother -- twentyeight
veronique anastasia kissin & takuya andrii kissin older sister -- twentyfour -- same father older brother -- seventeen -- same father
akira aleksei kissin & arisu (alice) natasha kissin little brother -- sixteen -- same father little sister -- fifteen -- same father
maya marianna kissin & kana anzai little sister -- fourteen -- same father little sister / deceased -- four -- same mother
Personality: Like said in the history, Kisa can pretend to be sweet and kind. She’s quite good at acting. Though, it’s not like she’s all evil. She actually can be a very nice person at times, especially towards her friends. She’s also very loyal and strongly defends those whom are precious to her if needed. Even though at times she’s bit full of herself, she hates other people whom are like that. She absolutely hates it when something doesn’t go the way she wants it to and often acts like a spoiled little kid when it comes to that.
Kisa can also be rather sarcastic. Actually, she quite often is. Sometimes you can’t be sure if she says something nice to you, like; “cute shirt” [or something like that] if she really meant it or if she actually absolutely hates it. And like said, she does this VERY often. Therefore most people thinks she’s just annoying and spoiled little brat. Perhaps she is. She’s lived comfortable wealthy life so it’s easy to turn that way, isn’t it? She often even herself admits that she’s spoiled, but doesn’t mind it at all.
If a random person would have to say whether Kisa is more evil than kind, they would probably say evil which would mean that they just don’t know her enough well. It’s not like she bullies people or anything after all. She really has a good heart in the end and she just wants to try her best at everything she does. She’s optimistic and always tries to see the good sides. Kisa never wants to hurt anyone (not too much at least unless they are her enemy), even though it might seem like she’s a badass girl. Sure she wants to be the number one at everything, but she won’t do just anything to gain that spot… though that’s mostly because she can be rather lazy at times.
Kisa doesn’t do all that bad in class. She’s quite intelligent and actually loves reading books. A lot. It’s one of her favourite hobbies. History is something that she loves from the bottom of her love which means if you want to talk to her about witch trials or perhaps about samurais then you will have to prepare yourself for hours and hours lasting talking sessions. Oh yes, she certainly loves history. Of course talking about books is fine as well; she loves those just as much.
Sample RP:
“Oh shoot!”
The day before Kisa had arrived to France and had stayed a night in a five start hotel before actually coming to Beauxbatons. That night she had gotten a call from his father which... wasn’t anything out of normal. Kisa was his favourite daughter after all (or that’s what she told to everyone). They had talked almost an hour because the Asian girl just loved talking with his father and vice versa. Most of the other kids couldn’t stand Nikolai one bit, especially Takuya. Even though Takuya was the Kissin family’s heir and followed his father’s instructions, he still had his own plans. This meant that he certainly wouldn’t be doing whatever his father wanted him. And Nikolai knew this very well already. You could say that he was scared of him. Kisa had always tried her best to make these two become “friends”, but it had been more difficult task than one would think. At the moment though, Kisa wasn’t exactly sure what to think about his father. You see his father had told her to learn sewing. Well, the girl had thought that that would be fine and she would try her best, but there was one more condition; if she wouldn’t be able to learn it she would have to marry some guy who was his father’s business partner’s son. What was his father thinking?! Kisa would never ever marry a stranger. Therefore she really had tried her hardest to learn sewing and hadn’t even yet gone to meet her friends. This is something she just HAD to learn no matter what.
“...Dad’s insane... I won’t ever learn to sew.”
She mumbled to herself before placing his thumb between her lips after the needle had accidentally jabbed it. This really was ridiculous. She was more of a boyish type even though she did like shopping and dressing nicely. Still she would have rather liked to learn something more exciting like martial arts or even woodwork, but not sewing! She knew though that if she now would whine to her dad about it he would just tell her to get married with the boy, not even giving her the chance to learn the sewing anymore. So her situation truly sucked. Because she had such a poor memory she couldn’t remember whether Charlotte, Alegra or one of her other friends would know how to sew. Would they? Well, they were girls so they should! ...But Kisa was a girl as well and she didn’t. For some reason she thought that Alegra wasn’t very good at sewing either. Neither would Charlotte be. They were both rather clumsy, just like she was. So this meant that she was in big trouble. Obviously none of her brothers would know sewing either. And her sisters? Maybe, but none of them were in Beauxbatons so she could just forget about that plan. She really needed to find someone who knows how to sew.
Letting out a loud sigh the girl got up from her bed and just dropped the needle and fabric and thread lying on there. She walked over the open window deciding to close it, because it was already dark and the air was quite cold. She took a last deep breath of the freshening night air before she pulled the window and closed it. Well, because it was already that dark Kisa was quite sure that someone would be down in the chambers and that same very someone would know how to sew. That’s what she hoped. Therefore she let her lips form a sweet looking grin as she stepped out of her dorm, heading down the stairs to the chambers. When she had stepped down from the last step she was disappointed because the chambers were empty. She pouted. This was just so her luck. What was she going to do now? Kisa let her body drop on the sofa so that she was just lying there lazily, hoping deeply that someone would soon ride there with their white horse and rescue her from her problem. Just like always. Whenever she was confronted with a problem she just hoped that someone would come and save her, not even really trying much to solve it on her own. decisions, decisions... I'm going to say Cossu
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Post by hannabently on Sept 23, 2009 20:51:21 GMT -5
[ HANNA BENTLY] her name,, Hanna Maraina Bently her nickname,, Hanna, Hanzilla her blood,, Muggle-Born her age,, 16-almost-17 her appearence,, - 5'4"
- 113LBS
- Dirty Blonde/Sometimes Brown hair
her personality,, Hanna is very shy, and quite. Not often will you see her speaking to someone, more or less she's self contious. She gets nervous is someone looks at her wrong, because she thinks she looks bad. She makes sure she looks good, and even then she finds ways to falter her own work. She closes herself out from the world, and tries to figure out who she is, so yes, leading her to be paranoid in some cases. She doesn't like being talked to, and very rarley will she show interest in someone other then her family members or her friends, although she only has one friend. Which leads us into her next trait,
some people call her cold. Although on the inside Hanna isn't mean or cold, some people call her cold because she doesn't really speak up and doesn't like to help out. Sometimes she may act a little angry, its not at other people, it's at herself. She shows anger, and when she does it's because of self pitty and self hate. As you can already tell, she is very pesamistic towards her family. She doesn't really become enthused by simple things, you'd need to show her something pretty extravagant.
Although hard on the outside, on the inside she is blooming with charm and sweet heartedness. Hiding from the world is the five year old Hanna that she's hidden, the Hanna that will help any person or creature yelping for help. If she was who she was when she was little, she'd be at someones aid in a heartbeat. Shes truly a kind girl, and loves to help younger people. Shes used to being the odd one out, so she keeps herself contained.
She is very frightful, and scares so easily.
If you can break past her web of fake coldness, and see the real her, you will be utterly surprised to find she is very fun loving. She loves to be a party person, although its not often she is .Another surprising thing about her, is she's quite charming. She doesn't use much, she uses her dashing smile and her dark brown eyes. It's all it takes before you're trapped.
She's very intellegent, and knows right from wrong.
All around, you can call her a sweet person. Trapped by the memories of her own brutal past, I 'spose. her history,, Hanna was born in America, with her two brothers, Jack and Odett Bently. All three, where born on April 19th. Jack was born first, then Odett. But Hanna was causing problems to the birth. Her mother tried hard, and the doctors did too, but what it came down to, was either way Hanna's mother was to die, or Hanna would have to be killed. Her mother gave her life to save her young daughter, and thus began Hanna's dreadful life. When her father brought the triplets home, immedietly he began to develope a true hate for them, blaming all three for the death of his beloved Mistress. You see, Hanna's mother was secretly seeing there father, because of her fathers rich family, marrying a maid was strictly forbidden. Mourning over his beloveds death, he took poor care of the three young kids, leaving it up to the remaining three maids. Hanna took a dirrect liking to Arabesque, a young Twenty one year old maid trapped by her father's cruel heart. Arabesque took care of the three well, but Hanna always got the best of things. At age three, Hanna was bounded to Jack and Odett, they where the best of friends. By this age, her father was abusing her, and sadly, only her. It was usually only screams and hits, rarley to never did he go further then that, no, that came later on in life.
When she was five, her father sent her off to school with Odett and Jack, but he had purposely registered her in a public school, while Odett and Jack went to a private all boys school. On her first day, Hanna found herself in the nurses office with a bloody nose crying into her maid, Arabesque's shoulder. Hanna's life was all rocks from then on. She came home that night to find Odett and Jack had been transfered to a boarding school down in france, and I guess that was Hanna's breaking point. She was angry, and very depressed. Thats when her begining depression kicked in, a small five year old girl...
The next most dramatic even in her life was the "accidental" death of her beloved Arabesque. She was seven years old, and that was the first time she saw her brothers in two years. They where entangled in each other with bear hugs and kisses on the cheek, holding each other so tight it was like they'd never be broken apart. Hanna told them she figured it was there father, but they didn't listen. They tried hard to convince her otherwise, but she was secretly still skeptical. The boys weren't sent away again, fortunetly. Instead, her father remarried and had his new wife care for the three, although she didn't mind, Hanna did. Hanna became hostil, and rude. She fought everything the wife said, and even when the wife tried to show compassion, Hanna pushed her away. The wife finally became overwhelmed with hate, and began to get rough. When she began to become rough, when Hanna was thirteen, Hanna went back to herself. Now it was both her father and new mother who was bullying her into another breaking point, thirteen years old and living in the worse years of her life.
Odett and Jack eventually found out about the abuse, and pursued the point to put a stop to it.
It was Jack, the rude and obnoxious one who called the police on the night of her fathers death. Her dad had come at her with a belt, and Jack had a gun. You should know where it lead, Hanna was covered in blood when her dad fell, she was pulled by Odett and I guess thats when the abuse ended. She owed Jack, and Odett her life at that point. Fifteen and thats when she learned out she was a wizardess. She learned about it all, so did Jack and Odett. They went to live with there uncle, Faraditta, and his wife, Charlet. They cared for them, and made sure nothing harmed them. Although Hanna, Jack, and Odett where all by now, docile, they still had some heart left. Faraditta told Hanna she would be allowed to go to Beauxbatons. But he had to put the boys in Hogwarts. There was a lot of negotiotion, and they came to an agreement. The boys would have to go to Hogworts for a year, while during that time, Hanna would stay home, and at Seventeen, all three would be re-uknighted with her brothers.
But Hanna was sent a little early, a month early. Because Faraditta began gravilly ill, but what about her brothers? Hanna tried numorous times to get a hold of them, but she cant. She heard rumors they where around, will they find her?
her sample rp,, "What?" Hanna snapped as Jack began to pull on her shirt. She glared back at him, gripping the sides of her book. But he sat back innocently and watched her. "Idiot," she grumbled, looking back and down at the book, reading each word carefully. Another tug and she shouted. She looked back to see Jack fling again the seat, looking at her wearily. She looked back for a second time, while Faraditta rambled on about his life in the army, before his arm was almost severed off. He'd been talking for about an hour about this stuff, and frankly it was annoying and something she just didn't care about. She was mainly thinking about her suragent mother, Arabesque. And her brothers, and all that had happened.
She wasn't impressed when Jack threw her cell phone up front, she grabbed it from the floor and chucked it back, hitting his head. He made an 'OWW' groan and tossed it back before looking out the window. Odett was being quite, and this is what confused Her.
Odett was never quite, he was usually the one who talked the most and tried to socialize, but today he was being as silent as she tried to be, aside from the occasional scream at Jack or the dog. "Odett?" She asked softly, looking back with her dark brown eyes, whiched glittered in worry. He looked up and tilted his head, saying yes very faintly. She shook her head in a nevermind mannor, and looked ahead. The road seemed long, it's crusted black texture looked old and eroaded away by the time and the rain and a whole mess of things. Faraditta suddenly made a sharp turn, which made Hanna almost hollar in fright.
The lights flashed on a sign, and she realized she was at school. Wearily looking outside her window, she looked back to her brothers. The good part was, (and although it had costed money), all three of the triplets had the same classes, so they wouldn't be alone. And the teachers knew about the abuse and the murder. So I guess maybe someone would understand. Hanna gulped, before taking her black nap sack and exiting the truck. Jack came out second, followed by Odett. They stood and looked out, before Hanna's voice snapped there thoughts. "It can't be that bad." She stated, trying to sound confident. Jack scoffed, "Whatever, Hannie." He said before walked passed her.
Odett stayed almost glued to Hanna's side, while she strode behind Jack. People stared, but they kept there gaze forward, Hanna was the one to break there formation when she doubled around to a room, "This one." she commented, before opening the door and leading them in.
Must be Rouerie
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Post by eleanor manyakas ♥ on Sept 26, 2009 13:03:41 GMT -5
His name is Dracula Vladimir Covet, and he has been rockin' this earth for merely 15 years, and he's running with Lycans this time around!
Name- Dracula Vladimir
Last Name- Covet
Blood- Lycan
Family- Pharoah Covet - Father - Passed on - 65 Phara Covet - Mother - Alive - 58
Destinie Masco - Married - Sister - 26 Mara Covet - Sister - 13
Calot Covet - Married - Brother - Almost 30
Rally Covet - Todler - Niece - Calot Daughter
History- Dracula was born into a rich family originally. He was actually adopted by the Covet family when he was three. At age two, his parents decided they'd get rid of him because he was a burden on them and there precious daughters. Even as a young child, he felt so sad that his own blood didn't want him. But, his new family did. Mr & Mrs Covet let him come with open arms, and even at his young age, he was happy to be here. The covets where a large family, but they weren't extemely wealthy. Yes, they had money, but they werent filthy rich. When he was nine, someone began to bully him around in school. It was leading up to make him stressed out enough to cower whenever someone raised there hand.
Y'see, the Covet family where tight, all of them bonded easily, so when Calot and Destinie found out that there little brother was being bullied into docile, they fought with Dracula, so he would tell them who it was. Eventually, he was pressured into telling, it was Macine Maser. Calot was appauled finding out his best friend was the cause of his brothers pain, and Calot took things over the top. That was the first tramtic thing that Dracula was put through: Watching Calot kill Macine.
It was actually very hard for Dracula, never had he wanted to expieriance things like that. But he witnessed the murder. Calot said it was in defense, and Dracula vouched for that in sheer fear that he'd lose his best frinend, and great brother. Calot got off with only a couple years in jail and a few on probation. Dracula was killing himself inside with the guilt of lying to the jury about the death of Macine. His family noticed him changing, he began to keep to himself worse then ever before. He was contained to himself.
He refused to eat at the table with everyone else, because everytime he looked at Calot he saw a murderer. He couldnt stand it, so when he was 13, he ran away. Refusing to ever look back. He'd been on his own for less then a week, when he blacked out in the woods. When he awoke, some things where black and white, others where someone faded in color. He was confused, and when he tried to speak, it came out in a bark. Soon following, after another faint, he tried to stand but notice he had four legs. Soon enough, he noticed the russet brown pelt. And he'd not known what he was, nor why he was like this. He was utterly confused.
But soon enough he found himself back to normal, and now, the question was why had he changed and what had changed him. But soon, he learned why. He was a Lycan, and he had this power for a while. Well, he decided to find someone to help him. And his name, was Cedar. Cedar helped him control everything, like the lust for blood. But soon, Cedar had secretly enrolled him in Beauxbatons, a school for the magically gifted when he was 15. Actually, Dracula was happy. He could finally find who he was, little did he know that so many where against Gays.
Personality- Dracula may come off as blunt in the beggining when you first meet him, somewhat Arrogant and uncaring. He isn't one to start conversations with people, and odesn't like people focusing on him unless something connects them. Hes used to people making fun of him, for his sexuality or because of his name. Yes, his name is dark some some say he is related to he who must not be named, as a joke. A cruel one. But he learned to manage.
He is sometimes mischevious with the right person, he likes to cause trouble as long as you are a friend, otherwise he tries to stay out of bad things. He likes to follow the rules, and he most definetly knows right from wrong, expecially since Calot killed Macine. On the other hand, if you know him well he is quite adventurous and fun loving. He'll play pranks on people with you and the whole shabang.
There is a depressed side to Dracula, which replays everything that had happened in his mind. Like when his mother left him standing in that old building, watching her just walk off like nothing ever happened. He feels much regret from letting her walk away without crying or calling for her. But inside somehwere, he knows it wasn't his fault.
He's very sensitive, and can help with almost everything. He's very loving, and will help. Whenever somebody is feeling down, he can sense it. Expect him to come to you and ask if everything is ok. If you resent anything is wrong, he will pester you until you at least admit something was on you're mind, usually from there people trust him. Because hes secrative with other peoples secrets, and will make sure he will take them to his grave. Hes also very honest, except for... special occasions?
Well, very rarley will he tell a lie.
Hes also very smart, and can usually be quick when answering something. He has helped people in the past and helped tutor them, he helped Calot and Mara when they where younger. He may look like a trouble maker on the outside, but he isn't.
That leads us to the fake side of him. The one who tries to act cool. Dracula hides all the good in himself, and sometimes will act like a complete jerk just to impress one person, even if it means losing someone. Although he isn't proud of it, it's just... him.
Sample Roleplay-
Dracula stood by the lake, his light brown eyes scanned it quickly, before he hesitated on taking his black muscle shirt off. He already had his swim trunks on, so he was set with that. He stood before the lake, looking into it's dark blue color, before stepping in. It's coolness brushed his skin, the shiver was sent down his spine almost immedietly. But he liked the feeling, greatly. His body began to quiver before his hands went out infront of him, and he dove under. "It's washing all my sins away," he thought while he came back to the surface. He took in a deep breathe, going back under. While under, he opened his eyes to be furtherly surprised. It wasn't dark, it was lit by the sun. It was like a whole new world down here!
A few odd looking wish swam at a fast pace along the bottom of the lake, oh how did he want to touch one! He stiffly began down, but pulled himself back in a second thought. He didn't know what they where, so better now touch. His head lifted out of the water and his head went back, a twist of water flipped off of him, and his eyes opened to the bright sun. A figure cought his eyes almost as soon as she was settled, a young girl standing where he had been, holding a book with tears falling from her eyes. "Hello?" He asked her with a strong voice, swimming a pace moments before stopping. She looked to him, before clenching the book harder and going to her knees.
"Whoa, whoa!" He said, leaping forward to get out of the water. A concern glance went to the woods, had something scared her? "Whats wrong?" He questioned when he reached the land. His hand went on her back and he knelt next to her, her eyes went to him for a moment before she set the book down, it had blood splotches, giving Dracula the chills, he took the paper, reading it thoroughly. "So someone used compulsion?" He asked, looking at her. "And now Im stuck with the consequences of a baby." Said the girl.
Dracula couldn't help but feel the pain she felt, he rubbed her back, sighing softly. "Well, it'll be ok... I'm Dracula," He said his name slowly, but she didn't seem to mind, she just leaned towards him. "My name is Avillaterra."
[/i] She told him, and he was relieved. So she had an old century name, too? He smiled thoughtfully, before pulling her to him and kissing her head. "Alright, Avillaterra." He said with a grin, getting up and pulling her along with him. "Lets find someone who can help." He said with a sparkle in his eye. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/blockquote][/font] I'm thinking ... Rouerie
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Post by eleanor manyakas ♥ on Sept 26, 2009 13:04:05 GMT -5
Sorry for the double post, my internet is wacked.
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Post by liveforever on Sept 26, 2009 15:30:26 GMT -5
FIRST NAME Evelyn Alice
LAST NAME Ashford
OFTEN CALLED Evie, Eve
AGE 16
APPEARANCE
HISTORY Perhaps her life could have been extraordinarily different. A child of two countries, her mother French and her father American, perhaps it was the decision to take their family stateside that shaped Evelyn Alice Ashford into the young woman whom she remains today. Though not particularly influential in her youth, her father had a natural talent in the world of business, and by the time that Evelyn was ten, her family had enough standing to at least make some sort of indentation amongst the New York’s elite, a place in society that only gained a more prominent standing as the years past and her fathers talents exceeded his superiors. Fiercely driven, shrewd and ruthless, Evie as a child always found her father fascinating, more so than her stay at home mother. Her father, away from the dinner table was positively someone to be feared, and yet around her, he was the King to her Princess.
Needless to say with wealth the Ashford’s never let their daughter go without, and as any growing teenage girl would take, she enjoyed spending that said wealth. It was Evelyn’s very lifestyle, to have a good time among those she called her friends, to heightened extents and passing rules form with only influence and manipulation could cause to be disregarded. And manipulative she proved to be, a way with words and a charm all her own, Evelyn took upon herself the attributes she admired in her father, that same drive to succeed. Past a more lavish and enjoyable lifestyle, Evie faired well at school, though never met the level of success that had always been expected of such a sharp young girl. And whilst her parents often questioned their daughters motives, unknowing the them and any other she knew Evelyn had forsaken such trivial things such as studies in order to fulfil her passion. Dancing. It had been a little girls hobby in her childhood, though firmly in a more mature body was expected to be a profession. Needless to say Evie grew to become very talented, though not naturally. Only through severe determination, sometimes excruciating. It was only when her feet bled that her mother found out about her daughters ambition. And her father realised that his daughter wasn’t the adorable, reliant little Princess he’d always thought she had been.
Her secret (well the academic one, there was still a questionable night life left to be discovered) revealed, Evelyn persevered even further, now under the welcome pressure to prove to her parents just how good she really was. And her chance would certainly come with the auditions to be admitted into the most prestigious Dramatics Academy in all of New York, and this money didn’t get you any advantages. It was based on talent and talent alone. She knew she was better than everyone else, it was plainly obvious. Yet in regards to talent, no matter how good, you take a fall and you lose it all.
She’d fallen.
Cue a very Evelyn Ashford performance of wailing and accusations. To say she moped is an understatement, and she knew she was being silly, there was always next year, but the girl had always exaggerated her emotions, even as a little girl. Yet it was in this time that Evelyn’s life changed quite drastically, given her ambitions and setting. It wasn’t the academy that she wanted, but Evelyn accepted Beauxbatons with a surprising lack of interest in the fact that suddenly magic was a reality. Only her mother remained unsurprised, as it turned out she had cousins who were much the same, ‘muggleborn’ yet none the less magically endowed.
PERSONALITY Evie Ashford has a dream, ever since she was a little girl she’s always been someone certain to just where they’d find themselves in their future. And ever in the throws of adolescence, even now she’s firmly determined to reach the top, even more so. She’d never been one to think that she has to start from the bottom, though it isn’t with naivety or selfishness that she aspires to reach the top. Past what others might see as a foolish, spoilt reasoning, the reality is that there isn’t much that Eve shouldn’t be able to do. What others fail to realise is that, past an outward impression, she’s scarily determined to succeed, talented and supremely focused on her tasks. She aspires for something very close to perfection in all her endeavours, through her own self worth, talent and linking herself to whom she perceives could one day be the influential and powerful. Her wishes come close to that muggle ideal of ‘fame’, though she passes it off in a much more sophisticated and less exploiting fashion.
She’d never once tell anyone just how hard she can work, for as a girl she’s vain enough to care about the opinions of others. It’s quite noticeable that the daughter takes pride in herself, always impeccably styled and perfectly made up; anyone would be hard pressed to find the most obvious flaw in her physical guise. She’s a conflicting character, for whilst she has bounds of confidence almost stemming to being self absorbed, she also relies on the attention of others to boost that said confidence. It isn’t just her life that she has foreseen and strives to achieve success, Evelyn climbs to the top socially as well, though would never lower herself to try and suck up to achieve such a status. More often than not she somehow has a knack for effortlessly involving herself into the dramatics of society, and at time sit seems as though all these occurrences simply gravitate around her. Even at the lowest troubles a girl could face, Evelyn would always find a mild satisfaction in the fact that somewhere, by someone, her plight is being discussed.
To say the girl was self absorbed wouldn’t exactly be lying, if the truth was ever told. Certainly it’s easy for others to gain the impression that she’s at the least mildly stuck up, if not only aided by the mere fact that at times she can be quite judgemental. To know Evie would to find yourself surrounded by a girl who gossips about her peers, though never in a malicious manner, purely to attain a clear and up to date standing on just what the low down truly is. If her love didn’t lie in dance, one might suggest theatre, for she’s naturally and almost comically dramatic. Exaggerations, not diamonds, are this girl’s best friend, and the smallest thing by her view can explode into the next world wide disaster. Yes, she had those moments where tantrums are painfully made aware, and she’s stubborn enough to resist the rational views of others. But after a while, once you know her, it’s a quality that becomes oddly endearing to behold, and very much Evie.
Of course she has her flaws. She can be condescending, the type to smile sweetly to another’s face and then talk behind their backs, but it’s just all part of being human, that balance between a saint and a sinner, neither of which it’s doubtful anyone can positively adhere too. Underneath all her worth Evie really is genuinely nice, she’s just not the best at portraying that on first impressions. But she’s fiercely protective of those she genuinely cares about, going as far as to use her sharp wit to plot against anyone who would ever look wrongly at her nearest and dearest. Emotions are something that she’d love to think she could contain under a mask, though the reality is far different. In anything they pour from her in an hour of need, leaking through her very body language and it cannot be restrained. To the world she’s strong, yet to see her in a sorrowed state, it becomes clear that maybe she does need to rely on someone, and that maybe she does need to be protected.
Surprisingly she views the world through somewhat childish eyes, almost like a little girl playing with a fairytale. Her expectations on love are very clear. Tall, handsome and, preferably, on some sort of horse, all ready to sweep her off her feet and wine and dine her. It’s just completely contradictory given that in reality she’s attracted to what she say’s she isn’t, the more darkly seductive types, and such an innocent view on romance hardly fits her outgoing, social and wickedly fun ways.
farfrombestSAMPLE She tapped her music player against her chest of drawers as softly as it would allow without breaking. Chewing her bottom lip in frustration, Evelyn glared at the small machine held tightly in her grasp, not even finding comfort in the sleek, black and ever so expensive shell that only money could ever buy. Not even familiarising herself with the upper class could take away the very fact that something was interfering with her love. The plugs in her ears gave crackled tones, almost like white noise from lack of reception, a common occurrence that had the girl more than once cursing allowed in irritation, listening to the pumping, inspiring beats of a song, only for the sudden jab of silence to piece through her ears. It was a dangerous thing, her irritation, brewing none too softly as already making anyone aware of her presence wary. If the situation didn’t remedy? Well then, Beauxbatons was about to erupt. Vesuvius had nothing on an Ashford, least of all she.
To any other it would have seemed trivial, poor little muggle born without her music, yet to Evelyn it meant so much more. Prior to such an intermission the girl had been on the floor. Arms wide, flowing, body twisting, snapping, a sharp yet fluid motion of dance that came as gracefully to her, so natural, as though it were all she had ever been born to do. Perhaps magic had taken her away from the proximity, that desired reach of the Academy of Performing Arts, but certainly it hadn’t taken away her talent. She was alone, left to be unappreciated, though that was none of her concern. Yes, she flattered on the attention other gave her, for whatever purpose, the reason they had to flash a glance to her direction, yet Evie had always reserved her talents to be something more, something untouched by the watchful eyes of those around.
The sound of her teeth grinding was dangerously audible, and by now slim fingers had curled tightly around her so called wand, knuckles white, eyes wild as she gave the music player a sharp jab. Par a pretty (if a violent stream of sparks was your idea of beautiful) display of lights, no change. Oh, that was it. Her chest rose with the impending outburst, rising and falling as though her doe like eyes had just witnessed the trauma of tragedy. And, as her lip, white from the pressure of her pursing expression, unclenched, hands groped for her pillow, pulling it roughly to her face just as her mouth opened, muffling an otherwise far too prominent scream.
Academy of Performing Arts? No wonder she wished to be there. Drama, it seemed, was certainly on her agenda, even for the simplest of things.
image credit to SAFA ! at caution Rouerie is the house for you
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Post by ozlemkaragokce on Sept 26, 2009 20:14:33 GMT -5
First Name: Özlem [Oezlem] Last Name: Gökçeoğlu [Goekcheoghlu]
Age: 15, almost 16
Appearance:
Özlem's appearance in general might be that of an average European teenager, but there is something about her that makes her stand out of the ordinary. She is tall, reaching 165 centimeters and owns a relatively thin body shape. The fact that she doesn’t eat properly, however, makes her thinner. Skinny, someone could say. Light blue eyes are not that rare, but hers are deep and really expressive, due to her Mediterranean genetics. Her hair could expectedly be bright blonde and straight, seeing as blue eyes and white skin is usually seen with a blonde overall look, but she has really loose black curls, which she usually ties back the way a man with long hair would .
History: She was born to a Turkish father and a Turkish-French mother, in Toulouse, December 1993. Her mother was born and raised in France herself, as a child of two Muslims of the first wave of immigration in Turkey, right after the WWII. Capitalism. Then, her father was born and raised in Turkey, but was forced by bad quality of life to immigrate to France in 1985. Özlem herself was brought up with financial and social difficulties…
Growing up in a deeply religious family didn’t lead Özlem to a revolution, but only made her very religious herself. Worshipping Allah in France, really, wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but she never doubted the existence of Allah, or the accuracy of the Qur’an. She was always waiting for the moment that she was old enough to wear a hijab and not be characterized as 'brainwashed'; she decided to wait until sixteen, to prove that it was her own decision.
A few months before turning sixteen,Özlem received a letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. She was rather a bit annoyed that someone could have such a bad taste in pranks, and threw the letter straight in the dust-bin. Then, she slowly began to associate the word “magic” and “wizardry” to several incidents that had occurred in the past. Could it be magic that she had once or twice moved the glass and made it fall off the desk? Could it be magic that she had made three light bulbs break when she wished for a darker room?
Suddenly becoming curious for once in her life, she looked more into it. She decided to stop declining any other possibility that would underestimate Allah. If he really existed, and if what she would do was a sin, it would be forgiven at the end, wouldn’t it? Besides, not having many friends in Toulouse, Beauxbatons could maybe give her some more fun. There was only one problem. If she herself found it hard to believe in magic, how would her parents react? She told them she was accepted to a Qur'an Education College in a town near Nantes. She didn’t really need to tell them it was about receiving religious education, but she thought that it would prevent any more questions on the issue and that… after all, it would be fun. But anxiety will cause more trouble than the truth would, generally in her life at her new, 'magical', school..
Personality:
At first she might seem a bit too naive but that is until she suspects that something is not going as perfectly well as she thinks it is. Generally, when something gets into her mind, there’s hardly any chance that it will not be analyzed until a safe conclusion is made. However, she does prefer a simple, quiet life, without any question-marks and difficulties and she hates it when people make her wonder; a reason why she was mad when she received the letter from Beauxbatons.
She is not really social and actually despises public events and even doesn’t like being at public places, such as parks, schools, or even libraries. She likes her own privacy and space, she wants freedom and independence. Because of that, when she feels that her personal space, or the accuracy of her personality is threatened, she might even be hostile; aggressive, unfriendly and absolutely in the mood for an argument. Most people would find her either lonely and silent, or even cold and unsociable.
She does love silence, but who said she wouldn’t cause noise to get it? As a student, she is hard-working and ambitious, but by ambitious –at least before Beauxbatons- she meant just graduating a university and being employed “somewhere”, then having her own family. Now what?
Özlem, however, can be really warm and sweet around few people, only after they have worked hard and proved their loyalty to her. Also, whenever she has to, she will support her beliefs argumentatively and is inflexible just out of her stubborness.
Sample RP:
“Anne? Maman?”
The pale girl was having a hard time sleeping; again.
She wouldn’t regret it, it was her ‘decision’, but what kept upsetting her could easily be considered a slight feeling of guilt. She had lied to her parents before, but this one exceeded all previous records. A whole set-up lie, concerning where and what she would study. A lie always brings another lie; when would she get out of this story herself?
She blinked twice and realized she had just had a nightmare. What kind of nightmare, she was not sure. But it was a nightmare she would rather not remember. Mother burst in, worried, embraced her trembling daughter and rested her head on the girl’s shoulder.
“What’s wrong Ozy? You are a big girl, see, tomorrow you’re traveling alone, ALONE, to Nantes. Isn’t this what you wanted? You can stay here if you changed your mind, canım, it’s never late you know, we are your parents, we will understand…”
‘Ozy’ Özlem then realized how much of a coward she was –or maybe she wasn’t?- she was ready to handle her own life, try new things and experience something unusual, and she was behaving as though she was ten and not sixteen. What she did could, in the end, be disapproved by her beloved ones, but she knew she had to try, just to see, just to make sure it was wrong … or maybe right. She shook her head and her blue eyes focused decisively on her mother’s ones.
“MUM. No, it’s okay, I was only feeling a bit sick. Now hush, we’ll talk about it tomorrow before I leave, lütfen.” She wasn’t used to interrupting her mother, but it was quite a necessity at that moment; she didn’t want herself to end up confessing what she was about to do the following day, did she? The plan was clear. She would go to that Beauxbatons Academy, see how it worked and what kind of magic those people were talking about, and if she didn’t like it, she would go back to Toulouse, saying that the college in Nantes was not what she would like to do. Oh, perfect.
She said goodnight to her mother –who was ready to pass out, she could see- and tried to sleep again.
I sat here forever trying to decide... you're not quite Rouerie and not quite Sournois, little traits for both though. I am thinking Cossu!
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Post by caleb on Sept 26, 2009 20:38:54 GMT -5
name.
CALEB thomas RYAN leonardo ZEKLOS
age.
TWENTY.
turned vampire.
SIXTEEN.
often called.
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caleb is a kind natured boy. his parents taught him to be nice, thoughtful and generous when it came to girls. he considers himself to be an awkward kind of character that liked to linger on doings in the past. he's charming and kind when it comes right down to it and he's pretty open with the guys. he's a bookworm type boy, since he's always seen with a bag of books around him or in the library. he's intelligent and
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Post by madiison on Sept 27, 2009 3:01:58 GMT -5
First Name: Madiison Middle Name: Alyssa Last Name: Winloch Nicknames: Di (pronounced Deee), Tinkerbell. DO NOT call her Madee/Maddie. She hates it. Age: Fifteen
Appearance:
She looks like a flower. There is no other way to describe her. Her blue-gray eyes are a little bigger than normal – not the biggest you would see, but still bigger than normal. She is short for her age – only 5 feet 2 inches. Her long, wavy auburn hair naturally arranges itself like a halo around her angelic face. In general, she looks delicate and vulnerable. Very vulnerable. And physically, she isn’t the strongest person would meet. Di keeps herself in shape – her nails are manicured, her eyebrows are plucked and her hair is stylish (although she doesn’t need to do anything to it) – but she isn’t overly obsessive over it.
History:
Madiison, or Di, as she liked to be called, was born to two healers on the 25th of July in Zurich Switzerland. Half Swiss and half French, Madiison’s life was a complete disaster (at least according to her). It was full of incidents and humiliating experiences she’d much rather forget. Not to mention Adrian (18), her annoying older brother who frustrated her to the point of insanity. If anyone would ask her, Di would say that having an older and a younger brother at the same time was too much even for her spectacular skills. Her mother was too busy looking after Damian (10) to pay much attention to her and Adrian these days, so her dear brother usually got away with pretty much everything he did to her. Or so the drama queen claimed.
After enjoying the first seven years of her life in Switzerland, where her mother, Serena, was originally from, the family moved back to London where Di’s parents were employed as Healers.
Although her family was magical, Di, along with her siblings, was sent to a muggle private school until she joined Bauxbatons. She wanted to go to Hogwarts, but her family thought it was better if she went to Bauxbatons and since her father had once walked the very walls, Di agreed.
Personality:
No one could contradict the statement that Madiison Winloch is, at the very least, completely unpredictable at first sight. When you first look at her, you would think that she had a vulnerable, quiet and delicate personality (it went along with her look) and they would feel the natural urge to protect her. Anyone who knew her would know much better.
Madiison is, in no way, a quiet person. In fact, she’s quite the opposite. Eccentric and impulsive, Di believes that Zodiac personalities are true.
Di is very emotional. It is not unusual to see her overreact in unpleasant situations, like the time when her favourite uncle supported Adrian – she didn’t speak to him for a week. Or the time when her muggle best friend had decided that she would abandon Di and sit with a girl Di didn’t like back when they were in second grade. Di cried for the whole day and then ignored her friend for two days – until her friend apologised.
And she can be weepy. Very much so. If you sit down with her to watch a good love story, you’ll have to keep a box of tissues with you, because chances are Di would be crying when she feels happy, sad or horrified. There is no escaping it. Whether she watches a movie or reads a particularly emotional book, her little weep-a-thon sets into motion – most of the time it’s just because she is such a big drama queen. But they are partially genuine too. She reacts when she feels the emotion; it just comes out about sixty percent stronger than how she actually feels. She can’t help it; it’s just a part of who she is.
She doesn’t usually get angry very easily, despite her emotional imbalance (or retardation, as Adrian so eloquently puts it), but when she does her temper is like Tinkerbell’s (hence the nickname) – dominating and malicious. There is no reasoning with her when she is truly angry and sometimes she says or does things that she regrets when she has calmed down a little.
Used to the attention she gets from her family and friends, Di can sometimes do stupid and ridiculous things to maximise her moments in the spotlight.
Di is aware of her looks, but she doesn’t give much thought over it. Nor does she use them. Much. Madiison likes to flirt sometimes – flutter her eyelashes, look through them, pout – but she isn’t really what you would call a flirt. She pouts all the time without thinking about it and honestly, she usually has better things to do – such as read a good book.
Madiison is very curious. If she has to know something, she has to know it. No matter what, she won’t let go until she finds out. She isn’t easily distracted, so don’t even try it on her – you’ll be disappointed. She might play along with you for a while if she finds the distraction interesting, but she’ll just come back to it again later.
Di hates loosing. So she does something that would ensure that she doesn’t loose in the first place – she quits (after trying the hardest she could). While in the middle of a video game, if Di realises that she is about to loose a race, she suddenly hits pause (throwing the joystick away meant getting a lecture from her parents) and says she’s bored and would rather play something else.
WARNING: You do not touch her books. Her books are precious to her, maybe even more than your life. If you borrow a book, it MUST be returned in the perfect condition it was handed to you.
Pets: She has a little white rabbit called Kiki whom she adores.
Favourites: Her favourite colour changes more frequently than your clothes. She loves books, as I am sure you can tell. Her favourite flowers are blue rose, jasmine, white camellia, gerbera and cherry blossom, but she likes all kinds, as long as they don’t bite or squirt any disgusting fluid at her. And she loves chocolate frogs. You’ll never find her without some. She enjoys all kind of weather – whether it rains, snows, shines – she loves them all. She has a thing for shoes and she loves shopping.
Sample RP:
As her blue-gray eyes scanned the surrounding area, Madiison Winloch couldn’t stop the rather dramatically impatient sigh that escaped her plush lips, partially because she didn’t want to. Brushing her wavy, auburn hair away, she followed Adrian into the inn, a weary expression prominent on her face.
Madiison had been very impatient to go to Diagon Alley and purchase the said items. She wanted to go on her own since the fifteen year old believed that she was old enough to handle walking down the main street without being squashed like a tadpole, but nobody would listen to her pleas. ‘It’s too dangerous.’ Her mother, Serena, had exclaimed when Di voiced her desire. ‘You are not going alone, young lady.’ Her father had said sternly. As if she’d never been to Diagon Alley before. By the way they had squashed her wishes one would think that there were kidnappers strolling along the streets just waiting for children to walk all alone in the alley so they could jump out and catch them. Which there probably were, but they were surrounded by current and future Hogwarts students and their parents. Would the kidnappers really risk it here? Di doubted it. They were more likely to wait in a deserted alley and hope that a little boy or girl would stroll by.
But Madiison was not stupid enough to go anywhere near any such place, like Knockturn Alley. She was hardly the kind of person who was physically capable of fighting. Besides, the sound of Knockturn Alley creeped her out.
Nobody listened to her. And so here she was, forced to follow Adrian as he ‘protected’ his little sister from the bad guys, disguised as innocent people, lurking in the streets. She was slightly irritated that Adrian thought she couldn’t take care of herself for a few hours. She would have him know that she was quite capable of defending herself from kidnappers and thieves, thank you very much, and didn’t need him hovering around like a loyal puppy dog out to protect its master. Di decided against voicing her views, though, because she doubted Adrian would like being compared to a dog, even if it was a cute one and Madiison loved it very much.
Blah. She was fifteen, for crying out loud! Not five!
“Adrian, don’t you have something better to do than baby-sit your little sister around Diagon Alley?” Madiison asked when he didn’t respond to her sighs. He was hardly taking any notice of them since she was sighing so much. Di knew why her parents had been so anxious to have her older brother escort her to Diagon Alley. Because it was, indeed, Diagon Alley. They thought France was much safer.
But just because she knew did not mean she agreed with them. Pout. Must be Rouerie
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Post by jaybaby on Sept 27, 2009 17:35:26 GMT -5
{ full name: Jaylinn Marie Pace
{ age: Sixteen
{ appearance:
{ history: Sarah was just eighteen when she met Jonathan Michael Pace. She didn't know anything about him, most certainly that he was not what he appeared to be. What he was, was a demon. No, he was not the kind of demon that turned into a crazy monster. He was the kind of demon that seemed to be able to melt into shadows. He was fast, very fast. He was very good at lying, and decieving people was almost his favorite hobby. He was sneaky and manipulative. Jonathan never missed a chance at getting someone to take the blame for him or to bend at his will. He was a great big actor, and his future daughter didn't see through him for a long time. His wife never did.
Sarah saw Jonathan as a sweet, gentle guy. She told him she was a witch, and was astounded at how much he didn't care. Why? Because it wasn't her that he wanted. It was children. He wanted children that he could raise to be just like him. He wanted kids who could spy on others, hurt other, decieve everyone around them and not even care. Out of this, he got three children, all very different. His first son, Kody Joshua Pace turned out to be more of a demon than a witch. He followed in his father's footsteps, and often was manipulated into doing the dirty work. The second child, a daughter, wasn't so easily tricked. Jaylinn was born with her father not even in town. They'd known the baby was going to be a girl, and he wasn't so interested in that. He was sexist, and didn't think women could do much into being a warrior (which is what he thought he was). Little did he know that Jay was as much as a demon as she was of a witch. Using her combined halves, she found out a lot about her father.
Jaylinn was a little over a year old when her baby brother, Erik Nicholas Pace, was born. Erik didn't have nearly as much demon in him as the other two. He greatly preferred to spend time with his mother than his father. When Jaylinn was three, her parents got a divorce. Jonathan saw he got all he was going to get out of his marriage with Sarah, and he needed more than one full demon child. Jaylinn spent equal time with her mom and her dad, not taking sides with either of them. Her father taught her skills she enjoyed knowing from an early age. She learned how to know if someone was lying, and she learned how to move very, very when she was just six years old. Her mother taught her manners and things a regular daughter would know.
It wasn't until Jaylinn was thirteen that she figured out why her father was so fast and seemed to be able to hide in shadows. She found out that she was part demon. At first, she refused to talk to her father. She was upset that no one had told her about her demonic blood. Eventually, though, her better judgement took over and she spoke to him again, and he used her. He found that her being a witch and a demon was something he could use to his advantage. But Jay had skill at looking through people, and she worked harder than either of her siblings, and she didn't do the dirty work for him. Jaylinn has always acted like a mix of him and her mother, but she wished to visit her father more, as he had more to offer her skillwise.
Throughout the years, Jaylinn searched through many books to try to find why her older brother could have more of a draw to demon power, why she had an urge to learn both sides, and why her younger brother was drawn to the wizarding powers their mother offered. She didn't know if it was because of her mother, something that happened with their father, or if it was just fate. None of the books she searched offered the information she wanted.
When Jay was fifteen, her mother suggested that she go to Beauxbatons. She had never had an actually connection to her family, as she mostly stayed in her room at her mom's house and went to her dad's house for training only, She agreed to go when she turned sixteen. Until then, she spent a lot of time with her father, learning how to blame things on other people, hide without being noticed, eavesdrop on conversations, and all sorts of things. She felt bad about leaving Erik behind, though. He didn't want to go to the school. He wanted to stay and learn about his magical abilities with his mother. Jaylinn took this as a chance to put everything her father taught her to the test.
But Jonathan didn't take this news so well. He'd never wanted Jay to embrace her witch side. He'd wanted her to train to be just as good as a full demon, and he knew this school would get in the way of it. Jaylinn told him the week before she left, knowing that it would be easier to tell him and go. Jonathan gripped her upper arms so tight that it left bruises and pushed her down. She'd always known he'd had an unpredictable and irrational temper, but he'd never once hurt her unless it was in training. Jay got mad at him and ran away as fast as she could, knowing he could chase after her if he wanted to. He didn't try.
{ personality: Jaylinn overall is very fun-loving (both innocent and not). She loves to explore places she's never been, despite the possible dangers. She doesn't care what people think about her, so she pretty much says and acts like what she wants. She is herself 100%, the good and the bad.
Jaylinn can be kind of crazy, but not in the "i'm totally gonna stab you in your sleep tonight" way or the "OH MY, GOD I SWEAR LITTLE PEOPLE LIVE IN THE TELEVISION" kind of way. More like the "I'm gonna jump around like a moron and not care who sees" kind of way. Jay hates anything boring and will try her hardest to change it all.
Despite how Jay acts towards most people, to her friends she will be very nice and supportive of what they do. She doesn't show it, but she actually likes to give advice to her friends. It wouldn't appear this way at first, but she is a regular teenager that likes to sit around and talk about boys and gossip while eating ice cream and laughing. Jaylinn's favorite time to do this is at night, sleepovers.
Because she isn't completely like her father, Jaylinn will date people she actually likes. She's loyal to those who prove they are worthy of her time. She doesn't have very many secrets of her own, though still a few, but she will keep the secrets of her friends and will protect them like no other person could do.
Jaylinn is very intelligent. She likes to read old spellbooks and just old books you'd find in an attic. Modern books are fine too, as long as they are interesting enough for her to stay reading. She likes art by old artists such as Van Gogh. Jay has tried to paint and sketch before, and she finds that she likes to sketch, though she is very critical of herself and wouldn't let anyone see her sketches.
Like her father, Jaylinn loves to act. Good or bad, she loves it. She will just as easily be in a play for fun as mess with someone for fun. At her muggle school, she was in the drama club and always had fun with her friends there. If she didn't get the lead part, Jay would do her best at the part she was in to prove how she could have gotten the lead part, and even be better than the person who got it. She loved to prove people wrong.
The training from her father has made Jay very good at manipulating people, and that is something very worrisome. When there's someone there that looks like they'd be fun to mess with, it's almost as if she can't help herself. Ever since she found out that she was part demon, she tried to resist the urge, resist everything her father had taught her about being an unstoppable force, but there are just certain times she can't stop, especially if she will benefit from it.
Despite how confident she tries to appear, even Jaylinn Pace has insecurities that she tries to bury. She is very self critical and tries to look perfect for everyone around her. Appearing to always be happy and self-assured is something her father taught her. Her mother taught her to just be herself, and she is torn between the two. All together, Jay is a bit two-faced sometimes, attempting to honor her mother and her father's wishes for her.
If she's not intersted in the topic, or has her mind on something else, Jaylinn can be very ignorant, and rather oblivious to everything around her. She often spends her time looking around at other girls and boys, how they looked, what clothes they wore, how cute they were, if she looked better than them, etc. and misses seeing things right in front of her face. If she's very absorbed in a book, someone could walk in and sit right next to her, and half the time she wouldn't even notice until she takes a break. It can be quite ridiculous sometimes.
Though she is normally open and confident about everything she will show to others, Jay's sexuality is something she's a tad insecure about. Ever since her whole family, minus Erik, who she is closest to, overreacted about her first girlfriend, she's been a little bit more secretive about that. Erik understood because they were always best friends, and accepted each other. Since that first girlfriend, Jaylinn has had one or two more, but didn't tell anyone in her family except Erik. Her parents and Kody hadn't a chance of finding out, as they didn't go anywhere near Erik and Jay's school. She is fine being open when she has a boyfriend, and she is open about her girlfriends, as long as her family isn't around. They critisize her, and Kody's insults are the worst about it. She hopes at the school people are accepting of her sexuality and she doesn't have to be so insecure about it.
Surprise, surprise isn't it, that Jaylinn isn't the nicest person you'll ever meet? One of the most loyal, yes; one of the most curious, yes; but the nicest, heck no. She often feels she has to be better than others, as well as prove them wrong. Jay tries to be the most beautiful, intelligent, loyal, etc. because that's what her father taught her. He taught her to be the best, but dressing in beautiful clothes, reading stupid books about topics she doesn't care for, and losing friends for being mean about being correct all the time is not her idea of fun. So, how is she going to break the habit? Maybe being away from her father's influence at this school will help her to dress and act the way she wants? Or are some habits too strong to break? Only one way to find out.
{ sample roleplay: As she sat in the car with her mother and Erik, Jaylinn sighed. Looking out the window on the way to her father's house had gotten old over the years, and the only thing that kept her amused was when a good song came on the radio and she was able to sing it with her mom while Erik sat in the back seat and rolled his eyes at them. Bending down, Jay reached into her bag and pulled out a large book she'd found in her mother's library. It was a diary of one of her great great great, to whatever extent, grandmother's. She'd been just fourteen when she started writing in it, a year younger than Jaylinn at that time. After flipping to the page she'd left off at, she began to read, again, the thoughts and feelings of the teenager who felt them.
"Where did you get that book, Jaylinn?" Mrs. Pace asked, glancing over to the book, specifically at the clear handwriting, obviously not a computer font. "It was in the library, Mom." Jay spoke absently, more interested in the diary than the conversation with her mother. Not that she didn't love her mom, she did. It was just that it was more fun to live in the times and thoughts of the past than her boring, repeating lifestyle. "Hmm. I didn't even know we owned that book." Sarah Pace looked thoughtful, but Jay suspected she was lying. It was hard to know with her mother, especially without looking at her. Anyway, what use would her mom have in lying about that? Maybe she would find out once she got further into the journal.
"Sure you knew we had it, Mom." Erik's voice came from the back seat of the car, quietly. "You had to of known, didn't you put all those books in the library when we got the house?" Mrs. Pace blushed but didn't answer. Jaylinn continued reading, but started to realize how close they were to her father's mansion. She closed the book and put it away in her weekend bag. The huge brick mansion came into view, and soon enough they were pulling into the long driveway. "You ready to go, Jay?" Mrs. Pace asked. Nodding, the teenager replied, "Yep, ready as I'll ever be. Love ya, Mom, see ya Erik." Erik said goodbye quietly while Jaylinn got out of the car and started up the walkway. Time for a weekend with Dad and Kody. Brace yourself for whatever comes your way, Jaylinn.
[sample roleplay, definitely not my best.]
I debated forever... but I think really beneath it all She belongs to Rouerie
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Post by jaybaby on Sept 27, 2009 17:36:20 GMT -5
sorry i posted twice... it said the page couldn't be generated so i tried again and it posted both of them. ignore this.
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Post by davidfoss on Sept 27, 2009 21:54:57 GMT -5
First Name: David Last Name: Foss
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: David was born into a family of wealthy British ministry officials near London and adapted perfectly well into the sharp, intellectual lifestyle provided for him. His parents were very strict and coarse, and David picked up discipline and obedience from an early age. As an only child, his parents (when they weren’t working) focused entirely on raising David to become an outstanding citizen. He learned how to read and calculate before his parents hired a private tutor to instruct him on not only the pursuits of magic, but in basic muggle lessons as well. David was extraordinarily bright, and picked up a love for literature and mathematics alike. He could often be found perusing his parent’s enormous private library in his spare time. It was during these later childhood years that David drifted away entirely from the grips of his parents, who were always at work anyways, and began to rely on himself entirely. He favored intellect reasoning over emotions, and preferred to cast all of his feelings to the side, ignoring them.
Although David was extremely advanced for his age intellectually, his first days at Beauxbatons (his parents didn’t trust British schooling to be adequate) came as an unfamiliar discomfort. David had never really been properly socialized as a child, and his encounters with children his age had been very few and far in between. He spent most of the first two years of his schooling gaining an understanding of the social workings of his peers, and found it to be astounding that so many of them cared so little about learning. He couldn’t understand why others didn’t find books to be the bane of existence, and it took him time to fully rationalize the actions of his peers. Over time, he adjusted to his environment, becoming talkative and outspoken in class and a bit of a cynical jokester amongst his peers. He also gained friends, some of which were similar to him in attitude towards knowledge and others who completely disregarded its importance.
However, David would never gain the respect or tolerance for those classmates who made idiotic decisions or gave into whimsical social trends. He liked to think of himself as above such nonsense. The last few years of David’s life were a time of transformation and change. He shifted from an awkward and cynical boy into a teenage of more worldly and social intellect, although he still held his certain disposition and prejudice against those unwilling to work.
Personality:
David’s personality has evolved significantly over the past few years of his life. He’s retained certain qualities, but also gained the maturity to grow up a bit. David has always been extremely intelligent and has found learning a pleasure. This trait’s appetite grows as he ages, and not only for wizard affairs. David’s thirst extends into the muggle world also, where he enjoys literature and arithmetic and world history. He also tends to keep an eye on politics, both within the wizarding world and outside of it. David’s mind extends beyond the confines of what usually concerns a teenage wizard, and he takes great pride in this fact. This obvious different between David and his peers has also given him a bit of his cockiness. He’s not very good at hiding the fact that he believes almost everyone who surrounds him to be of a lower level of intelligence than he is, and is quick to speak his mind whenever he notices a spot of ignorance or stupidity. Brutal honesty is his policy, and he tends to disregard the feelings of others in his pursuit to sort out intelligence from dunderheadedness.
For this reason, David is quite blind to the fact that he’s not always right about everything. Yes, David is right more often than not, and he also has a great insight into the world, but he doesn’t know everything. Subconsciously, David realizes this, but it’s difficult for him to admit to himself that he’s not the only one with good ideas.
Despite his social shortcomings, David is not a social leper of any sort. He gets along well with most of students who do as well in school as he does, and also he attracts others with his quick, dry humor. He’s fairly well liked within the school by those who know him, and those who don’t know him he tends to avoid anyways, because he feels they have nothing to offer him.
As far as emotions, David tries to ignore them and shove them aside in favor of a pursuit of more visual knowledge. Emotionally, David is not particularly intelligent. He has no way to deal with anger or sadness, and he often will shove any of his strong emotions aside in favor of a book or essay. He ignores them to the best of his abilities, but has built up a bit of emotional wall around himself that restricts him from connecting with others emotionally. This is one of the reasons why he finds it so hard to consider other’s feelings.
David is also not a particularly loyal individual. He has trouble devoting himself to anything besides school and learning, and at the first sign of any sort of commitment or bonding, he’s quick to run. He has trouble placing any dependence on anyone else, and therefore dislikes it when anyone tries to depend on him.
Sample RP: If there was one piece of literature that David had trouble understanding the appeal of, it was Romeo and Juliet. He had spent hours in his dormitory glancing over the timeless piece, highlighting and rereading, searching for some sort of profound reflection on life, and he’d found nothing. There was no substance in Shakespeare’s most famous work that compared at all to the earth-shattering insight of Brave New World, nor to the reflections of Life of Pi. All he saw in the play was a plethora of gushy love-language, sugar coated by Shakespeare’s influential style. Yes, it was rather well written for the romance genre, but at best romance could be mediocre.
Closing the book with a snap, David let out an exasperated sigh. He didn’t know what he was more frustrated about: the fact that he didn’t enjoy the classic literature or the fact that so many other individuals did. He supposed that the audience that enjoyed it, for the most part, was composed of lustful teenage girls who hadn’t been illuminated about the injustices of love. Perhaps they found the image of suicidal romance to be appealing, for whatever psychotic reasons, and therefore brought the play to such heights of popularity.
That was the only explanation that David was happy with, anyways.
Bitterly, he arose from his bed and slipped on a pair of shoes, his copy of Romeo and Juliet in his hand, not bothering to tie the laces. He fumbled down the stairs, not bothering to beware of tripping. He allowed himself to scoff slightly at the pair of girls giggling in the middle of the hallway he traveled down on his way back to the library. David was not going to allow the presence of the overrated literature to haunt his thoughts any longer and was going to return the copy immediately. As he passed by another few huddled girls on his way down, he realized that the fantasy-struck females could use the book much more than he could.
Once stepping inside the library, his favorite place in the school, David deposited the book and zipped over towards the ‘Classic Muggle Literature’ section where he took up nearly permanent residence. As if to make up for the horrible book he’d just finished, David hastily pulled Animal Farm from the shelves. Perhaps he could make up for his wasted time.
Sournois, I will say
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