Sorting (Term Thirteen)

[jolene]

WE GON' RUN THIS TOWN TONIGHT

LIFE'S A GAME BUT IT'S NOT FAIR
juliet fae gilmore
I BREAK THE RULES SO I DON'T CARE

sixteen
SO I KEEP DOING MY OWN THING[/color][/size]
mixed-blood
WALKING TALL AGAINST THE RAIN[/color][/size]
emma watson
VICTORY'S WITHIN THE MILE[/color][/size]
Unlike most vampires Jolene is more merciful when it comes to humans and all that, since she is half witch she tries to treat them with respect whether she's hunting them or befriending them. Though some fnid her behavior toward humans rather strange she really wouldn't have it any other way; just having everyone on equal terms and all that. She's pretty caring toward all races of magical creatures and muggles even so she was bullied a lot as a child for being who she is she rather not make anyone else go through that as well. Jolene isn't really one to keep a grudge against someone for smoeone as trivial as love or anything like that, though she can/will stand up for what she believes in no matter who she's talking to. She does respect her elders and all that but even so if they try and step across certain lines she is always there to defend herself or anyone else really.

Jolene isn't your typical teenaged girl since she rather be reading books then checking out the hottest guys in class or any other place for that matter. She likes to keep a slight distance for people and never let's anyone truly into her life other then those in her family, excluding the distant ones. She's come to terms with her vampiric side, but unlike her family she only hunts animans, but if she does hunt humans she only goes for the criminals and not just any random person on the street like the rest of her family. And she feels rather sorry for aaron for not knowing he's been living in a house full of vampire/witches his whole life, but knows he will one day find out and will hopefully still love them all. Though she does envy him for being ignorant to the magical world his whole life, but not for him maybe forced to be turned by their father.
ALMOST THERE, DON'T GIVE UP NOW[/color][/size]

james gilmore||father||vampire||177
heather gilmore||mother||witch||42
nikolai kissin||uncle||45


sauri kissin||aunt||40
beatrice kissin||aunt||28
nichole gilmore||older sister||mixed||18


samantha gilmore||older sister||mixed||18
aaron gilmore||adopted brother||muggle||19
hanna bently||cousin||muggleborn||16


kisa kissin||cousin||seer||16
arisu(alice) kissin||cousin||16
maya kissin||cousin||14


veronique kissin||cousin||24
akira kissin||cousin||16
takuya kissin||cousin||17

ONLY THING THAT'S ON MY MIND[/color][/size]
Just like the siblings before her Jolene was born a girl, clearly, even so this time her father did wish for a boy instead he still loved her either way. Born on May 13th to a loving, and beautiful couple, a witch a a vampire; a sort of odd combination of blood, but a possibly one at that. The couple met on a cruise ship going from new york to england and it seemed to really be love at first sight, well not really. At first the two couldn't stand to even be in the same room as each other, but when their hands first touched they knew right then and there they were ment for each other. Jolene always loves hearing about how her parents met, especially as a child, since it all just seemed like a sort of love one could only ahve in a fairy tale like cinderella or sleeping beauty.

Growing up with two older sisters and an older brother had it's downfalls at times, but since she was the youngest at times she recieved the most attention. Anything she wanted she got, she really didn't have to ask, just point to something and look at her father with big puppy dog eyes. Even so she did get whatever she wanted as a child she never turned out as spoiled as milk like her sisters did, which caused her to spend most of her time with her brother or just her parents. When she started school in the muggle world she was made fun of constantly for numerious reasons; her clothes, her family, the way she looked, etc. Her father and mother told her not to mind the other children since they were probably just jealous, but jolene knew better.

When she grew older and more boys would notice her a lot more girls would take it upon themselves to 'put her in her place' and one day tried to beat her up for 'stealing all the guys'. But of course her brother came to her rescue, even so the girl's lame fighting tatics didn't do much damage, jolene knew she'd have to pretend at least. Her life has been generally tough, but she's been able to stand through it all and has come out strong.
IS WHO'S GON' RUN THIS TOWN TONIGHT[/color][/size]
The wind smelt of pine and lilies as the bright, pale moon light misted through the thick branches of the pine trees around her family's house. The night's air was warm and comforting to jolene as she laid ontop of the roof of her house where the trees made a small gap allowing a few stars to be seen. The night was young and so is she, but she felt much older then her body really was, but of course being half vampire did give her an advantage when it came to aging. Being able to stop aging completely or just slowing down the process was one of the things jolene enjoyed about being of mixed blood, next to the super speed, strength, and hearing of course. The one thing she really could do without thought was the blood drinking, since she really did find it completely disgusting even so it was nessicarry for her just to stay alive.

Her throat had that same acid feeling humans got when they puked, including the weak side affects, but also not being able to control her emotions nor actions. She could hear her mother and father speaking downstairs about how grown up Jolene and her sister were getting. Though in her eyes that fact wasn't true at all since Nichole was still in that awkward teenage stage and Jolene was just as happy-go-lucky as she a seven-year-old. Jolene let out a small laugh as she sat up and watched as her sister dashed through the forest, her mouth dripping a thick crimson liquid and looking as though everything was just completely normal. A shall chill ran down Jolene's spine at the sight of her sister, knowing what had just taken place and knowing the look on her victom's face as she ripped them to shreads.

Jolene knew that nichole really had no love for muggles/humans, but the least she could do would be to try and treat them respectfully instead of just killing them for the fun of it all, like they were wild animals. Jolene was the only vampire in the family who prefered animals to humans, seeing as she rather just be seen as a hunter and not a murderer. But the truth of the matter was that no matter what she hunted she'd be taking the life of an innocent, though at times she had considered killing criminals and feeding on them instead of animals, but once she tried she didn't even have the heart to go through with it. Jolene quickly jumped down from the roof and met her sister on the front porch where she normally sat with her father and just talked about what they were. "I didn't think you'd be back so soon nichole, did you have fun?"

Must be Rourie
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[soby207]

Full name:
Glinda Hale von Tussle.

Age: 15

Appearance:
Glinda is a 6 foot 7 slander girl. She has white hair, depending on her mood she'll have it in a different fashion. But most of the time she keeps in loose curls. Like most girls from Russia, she has a great taste in fashion. When she's not using her uniform she's in top of the line fashion clothes. Her blue eyes mostly match whatever she wears. Her teeth; like most half vampires are pearl white, with fangs instead of eye teeth.

History:
Glinda was born May 30th 1994 in Moscow Russia. Her parents; father being half vampires, and her mother pure blood. It was a shock to the doctors that such a young child would already inherit the habits of a vampire. Since birth Glinda was drinking blood mixed with baby formula. Even her father was shocked and he didn't start drinking until he was 3 years old. Both of her parents knew that she would be the star of their lives. And she was. When Glinda had reached the age of 4 she had already being accepted to Beauxbatons for future reference. Both of her parents when to Beauxbatons; that's how they met. Her parents (in their years) were sorted into the house of Sournois, and they were expecting the same for their daughter. Some may say that Glinda had a great childhood. Others say it was terrible. Her father being a Death Eater at the time, and soon was sent to Azkaban when He-Who-Mustn't-be-named died.

For Glinda living with her mother wasn't all that great, while her mother use to be a Black. There we're times when Glinda would get to see her aunt Narcissa and her cousin Draco. They weren't exactly the nicest people in the world, but Glinda liked her aunt more then her cousin. When Glinda finally turned 11 years old she got her acceptance letter from Beauxbatons, and at the time her Aunt and Uncle here visiting, and were able to celebrate. Glinda (and like the rest of her family) were vary proud to be pure-bloods. Even though Narcissa didn't approve of her mothers spouse she tried to act happy. After the celebration Glinda had found out that her mother had a secret lover, and was pregnant. With this burning image of another man in her life instead of her real fathers Glinda was truly upset. For the better good of her family; or so she thought. Glinda ended up poisoning her mothers lover one night when he was drinking. Glinda clammed it was to dark for her to see what she was adding and "accidentally" might of mixed his rum with some poison tonic. With her mother in utter depression. First her husband in jail and now her lover dead she was depressed. With the amount of depression that Glinda's mother was in the stress of everything else caused her mother to have a miscarriage. Glinda was slightly upset about the loss of her sister. But, was glad that she didn't have a sister from some man.

Glinda was very much like her parents; proud, vain, blunt, and well a big snob. Like her parents she was accepted into Sournois. And acted like the rest of them. Expect pulling pranks, Glinda was too proud to do that. But years she was the best duelist in her year, making a fully body patronus by her 4th year, number one dueliest in her 2nd and 3rd year. But, everything shatter Glinda's life when she came home from her 4th year at Beauxbatons. When she came home she say her mother dead. When news spread out all across Europe. Most of the darkest wizards came to her and comforted her. When she was visited by many dark wizards she became more evil then ever expected.

July 14th 2009: Mass break out. Glinda's father was one of the Death Eater who escaped Azkaban and found out about the news of his wife. This making him more mad when to his extended family and from then on he was a Death Eater again. Glinda was now in the care of her Aunt Narcissa and her Uncle Lucius. And at that point she was exposed to many dark things. Now only a month left until school starts. Glinda is a Death Eater in secret no one knows about this expect her family. Some days her father and her uncle Lucius would show her how to "properly" torture and kill somebody or anything to be frank. Glinda had a strong relationship with her aunt, uncle, father and her cousin Draco. But, their relationship only got stronger when Glinda soon proved herself to do duties on her own. Her uncle would always call her "Little Bella." Because she reminded her of his sister-in-law Bellatrix, not to mention her aunt and cousin would call her that too. Glidna didn't always liked being called "Little Bella" she would rather be called "Glinda". And her family, still called her "Glinda" but every now and then they would call her " Little Bella" Her aunt understood what Glinda was going though: Her mothers secret lover, the miscarriage, her death. So in Glinda's life Narcissa was very so much like a mother figure in her life. So, in the summers when school was out. Narcissa and Glinda would always go shopping at all the major fashion places in the world: Paris, London, Moscow, Berlin, Japan and New York. That's how Glinda spent her summers. If she wasn't doing dark deeds with her father and uncle she was being a girl shopping.

Personality:
Glinda is very independent. She doesn't want to ask other for help, it makes her feel weak. She is very much against mud-bloods, and muggle-borns, and thinks they should be destroyed. Her attitude is just like her families and her parents: rude, selfish, self righteous, and proud. Her temper is shorter then anything. One thing can set her off and you'll find yourself hanging from a gargoyle.

Sample RP:

Glinda walked though the hallways of the Malfoy mansion. Her aunt Narcissa was in the study reading, and her uncle Lucius was in the basement with a few other Death Eaters. "Aunt," Glinda said softly leaning on the door frame of the study her hair in tight curls. " Can you and I go for a walk I want to talk to you." Glinda said sweetly smiling at her aunt. Her aunt nodded putting her book down. " What would you like to talk about sweetie?" Narcissa asked putting on her night cloak as they walked outside of the house. " Well, I want to know more about my mother. I hardly even remember her and she died last year. You were her sister. What about my aunt Bellatrix? What was she like? I know she's dead but I want to know more. I'm part of such a noble and respected house and I don't even know one single thing." Glinda said looking up at her aunt as they walked threw a park. " Glinda my dear, you have so many questions. And I can only give you so many." Her aunt started holding Glinda's hand. " First of all your aunt Bellatrix was by far more mad then anyone on earth. And I see her attitude in you so much." Narcissa began as they walked. " So your saying that I'm crazy?" Glinda asked taking a bit of offense as they walking into the Leaky Cauldron. The inn keeper Tom bowed in respect or in fear as he showed them both to a table ordering them two butter beers. " What I mean dear was you are a strong warrior, and your proud to be a pure-blood even thought you half vampire. And I couldn't ask for a better niece." Narcissa said softly kissing Glinda on the forehead. Glinda smiled as she took out her nail filer from her cloak pocket.
"And you have her wand too my sweet."
Glinda looked her Narcissa confused. "What do you mean?" Glinda asked pulling out her wand. " 12 and three-fourths, walnut, dragon heartstring core. That is the wand that your aunt Bellatrix used to kill, destroy and conquer."
Glinda felt mighter now, like she could do anything. Wow.. Glinda thought to herself as she held her wand tightly. " As for you mother my dear. She was a wonderful person, I loved her to bits just like your aunt Bellatrix. But she was..different."
"Different? In what way?" Glinda asked taking the two butter beers off the tray as she sipped it quietly. Glinda ran her fingers threw her hair slowly as she wanted to know more. " Well, she wasn't like use. Bella and I were great duelist your mother not so much. We failed in classes she passed with flying colors. And she married a half-breed." Narcissa said softly biting her bottom lip. " You do know that, that "half-breed" is my father. And so am I." Glinda said proudly letting a small growl escape from her mouth. Glinda hated it so much when her aunt would use the term "half-breed". " I know..I know." Narcissa sighed as she rubbed Glinda's hand. "Sweetie I love you, and I know your a half-breed. But it doesn't mean I love you any less. How about this." Nacissa began telling her about a shopping spree in Paris before school starts. " Sure! As long as we can get my school stuff before it starts. Top of the line for me!" Glinda said smiling as she laughed with her aunt.



Please change your display name to match that of your character as well as elaborating on her history.


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But must be Sournois!

[lillywing]

First Name: Aela
Last Name: Fox
Age: 15
Appearance:

History: Aela was born into a Muggle family. She was great at school and was always a teacher's pet. Her friends were, indeed, a bit of pranksters, which Aela only congratulated them at it. Therefore, her parents had a habit of not believing her, wether or not she was telling the truth. When she learned that she was a witch, she believed it right away. Her family on the other hand, not so much. They thought that this was a trick from her friends and got them in huge trouble. Which lead to her getting in huge trouble. Being grounded gave Aela a lot of time to think. Aela, being the trickster and plotter she was, decided to escape and try to find a wizard and/or witch. Just as she opened her window, there was a knock on the door. Her parents told her a teacher was here to see her. A local Wizard came by and said she was Aela's teacher and needed a talk with how well she was doing. Aela felt a connection with the stranger, and went along with the gag. When left a lone, the wizard, Harry Shires, told her that she was indeed a witch, showed her something, and let her borrow his wand. As she did amazing, he let her come live with him. Of course, her parents had another idea. Harry made them forget they ever had her and snuck out with Aela. When Aela arrived at his house, she was amazed. Everything was charmed and she absolutly loved it. As a present, Harry gave her a cat, which she oddly named Dog. Harry showed Aela Beauxbatons and told her that was where she was going.
Personality: She is independent, extremely determined, and resourceful. She doesn't have many friends - merely acquaintances - but that's just part of her nature as a loner. She doesn't need acceptance, and enjoys to do things differently, just to highlight her strangeness. She is incredibly determined when she wants to be, and will persevere through any fight. Aela is also resourceful, a trait which helps her often in her adventures. Whether she is trying to finish up homework, or settling the score in a duel, her resourcefulness has come in handy many times. Aela is incredibly eccentric. She is known to be exceptionally bizarre in her ways preferring to do something in an abnormal way as opposed to a 'normal' way.
Her curiousity knows no limits: if there is a crook or cranny to be poked into, Aela will be there and most likely reading. Aela is rather quaint and old fashioned and retains old fashioned values and principles however this does not stop her from being rather erratic at times. Indeed, she has been described as a 'psycho' by some.

Sample RP: Aela walked into the library and hid her face as people walked by. She drifted into a section and looked around. She couldn't tell the section by the spines of the books, but felt a strong urge to a blood-red book. She took it out, and found a purple book. She also took that one. "Woah," she muttered. As she opened both books, she found out they countinued each other. The first line on the blood-red book countinued over to the purple book. Aela read the story, following the lines with her fingers.

Aela walked out the school and sat on the ground in a place isolated by everyone. She looked around and took out both books. She turned the two pages and read the story. "Interesting," she whispered. She was so engrossed by the book that she didn't realize when someone came to stand in front of her. "Hello?" the stranger asked over and over again, until finally the stranger decied to poke Aela. Aela jerked up, hitting her head on a wall behind her. "Ow," she muttered, rubbing her head. She looked up, after realizeing that there was a person. "Oh, um, hello." She said, standing up and brushing herself off. "I'm Aela Fox." She put out a hand, waiting for the person to shake it. "And you are?"

"Eldritch, perfect word for that story." Aela said to herself, walking thourgh the halls.She looked around and smiled. She quickly sat on a bench in an empty hallway. She looked out a window that was in front of her, not moving her head when the seldom person walked by. She stared out, almost in a trance. "I wonder if that is true..." she trailed off.

What seemed like a few minutes later, someone pushed her off the bench. "Hey!" she said, shaking her head. She stood up and looked angrily at the person. "Oh! it's you!" She remembered seeing this person before. "Um, you never told me your name." She pointed out.
"Oh, yes that." the figure said, looking around. "I have homework, I just remembered. Bye!"
"Odd," Aela said. "Then again, I can't be far from that too."

Must be Sournois

[nala]

<sup>First Name:
Nala
Last Name:
Deadsbane
Age:
Seventeen
Appearance:

History:
Character's History (Family background): [2 Paragraphs]

Nala finds it hard to recall her childhood. The only thing she could possibley remember are bright white lights with blue eyes staring down at her. Now the age was to hard to tell but if she could remeber it then it had to be something special. Thats the only thing replays in her head ever so often, but when she does people have said her eyes turn white and untill shes back you cant talk to her.

If it at all matters her parents owned a huge ranch where Summer would play when she was little. But the only thing is that why hadnt she seen her grandmother since and why was there no pictures to prove to her that she had a childhood, and her parents just werent the ranch type.

She searched through every box in her house for pictures and could not find a single one except for her birth certifcate.

These letters confused her for years and still do. She has as asked her parents but they said nothing infact they rarely talked unless it was about who she was and what she was to do.

After a few years past in the school Nala had become more in a daze, she was controlled by the only people she loved in the world or who she thought she loved. Nala could believe she was being decieved by the people who knew her since she was born or so she thought. Friends that she meant along the way told her that they were terrible people, but still not a sign of distrust. Her intellegence was the only thing that seperated her from most people.

Nala wasnt to keen on having friends so she rarely had them, and on breaks she chose to go home, one time when she went home for winter break her eyes came upon a mysterious room inside her house. The house was so old she had never really saw all the secret rooms, but this one was weird it was the exact image of her room just dark and it seemed as someone still lived there, as a creak pressed against her ears she quickly escaped and never spoke of it to her parents, and to this day she has never ventured so far past the kitchen.

Since her time here she has had a few friends, and alot of aqquatinces. Nala has had only one boyfriend but that was in her first year and they broke up in a matter of weeks..it wasnt a real relationship.

Personality:
Most of the time Nala is to herself, and bothers no one. Her ideals stay with her in everyday life, and she hardly losens up. Her parents are strict, and how she was raised had been to be ver conservative, since her father is incredibly well known in the wizarding world she has to be at her best behavior.

Nala has this unbelievable personality once one gets to know her. She is sophisticated, and highly intellegent, but yet she can be quite goofy at times. The 17 year old gets in trouble with friends because she does waht people tell her, and she tells people what they want to hear. It isnt her fault, she had been brought up that way, always never to lead but be a follower, and threw the years at hogwarts shes been trying hard to break free of the curse.

The girl is a little forgetful at times, and will sometimes turn in things late, or forget what someone has said. The fact that she cant remeber her whole childhood, or up to the age of eleven she can be sometimes a bit clueless of knowing what people talk about when they mention games they use to play. Her favorite thing to do is just to get to know people's childhoods since she of course was deprived of one.

Nala has more secrets then anyone could ever count, but her biggest secret is one hidden from her parents. She hates to be told of who to be when shes older, and her parents already decided that one, so most of the time you'll find her rambling on about adventures, and things that she could have fun doing. She loves heroic stories too, and if one might catch her in a good mood they might find her mysterious and adventurous, for if shes like this who knows what she'll get into.
Likes:
.×.Friends
.×.Studying
.×.cooking
.×.Running
.×.eating

Dislikes:
.×.annoyances
.×.people who dont try
.×.lazyness
.×.hatefulness
.×.heights
Sample RP:
"Had it been this long, the way the rocks hed fled to each side of the wall, they no longer tormented her barefooted feet. They use to on hot sunny days when no one was here besides her and a few others. Cloudy eyes scanned the horizen it was a little after 7 and the sun was set in dusk, and everywhere around Summer had a pinkish tone to it. The litted features of pink had casted the courtyard in a sort of haze, it no longer seemed old and drawn out, but yet full of life.

Was it so hard to imagine a life filled with something worth living for? It had seemed so, but then Summer imagined the long years spent in this castle, the life she had led, and never imagined to have, and it gave her that sort of needing. It was neat how things changed over time, now Summer actually like changed it, for it continued with the good, and let out the bad. Change was purifier for the way to live your life, and Summer's philosophy was plain and simple: Just live your life and never look back. Even Summer couldnt live up o the one.

Summer swiped her delicate hand across the stone revealing a long scar that had been there since before she was eleven, and Summer didnt reWizard that part of her life. The Ravenclaw can remeber a time in her first year were she was embarrased of it, and she would rub her hand over it constantly just wishing it would go away. Summer couldnt tell you how many tears dripped on the scar, but she could tell you how many times she was glad her wish never came true. It was a symbol of her childhood the only evidence to prove she wasnt some made up human, or even a clonel.

Waiting on company wasnt as easy as it looks, she was excited to talk to friends or whoever else came along. She was waiting to get the evening started with talk of gossip, or anything that crossed her mind. Walking along the edes, one could see her clothes which made of wide legged jeans, a white white tank top, a blacksweater thrown over, a pair of black flats, and her hair was down and wavy as usualy. Oh she was completely hyper, one couldnt see, but she was about to jump out of her skin."
=From another site.</sup>

Reread the first post of this thread: you cant use an RP sample from another site. It must be using your character. Also, your character may not know much of her own history, but as the writer you do. What are the pieces that your character is missing?

[celsie]

First Name:

Last Name:

Age:

Appearance:

History:

Personality:

[/b] Celsie is very mellow and friendly. She can get along with anyone who gives her the chance because she is such a nonjudgmental person. Her sometimes random bouts of her hyperactivity can make her off as eccentric and annoying but Celsie just likes to be in a good mood and have fun. It is rare that the girl gets upset and very very rare that she holds grudges. She believes that life is too short to spend it being mad at people over stupid things because that is what her parents thought her as she grew up. Celsie takes everyday as a new day for no regrets and just wants to enjoy herself as much as possible. She’s very active and loves being outdoors. It’s almost claustrophobia because she is pretty much allergic to being in rooms alone and not doing anything. If she isn’t sleeping than she is most likely looking for company. It can be clingy but Celsie knows when someone wants to get rid of her and doesn’t like being in the position of being rejected.

Tell me you’ll leave again: As far as loyalty and trust goes, Celsie has a tendency to give hers out to openly. Anyone that wants to get close to her usually do because she believes in the best of everyone. Her mother was an optimist and Celsie just developed that trait and it is hard to get unattached to. Often her advances at wanting to be trusted may seem strange and when it is rejected her feelings tend to get hurt since she never understands why.

You’ll just come back running: Second chances are her main flaw. Celsie is vulnerable in the sense that she can be very easily influenced. It can be to the point of being a pushover where she does just about anything to keep other people happy. Others happiness is the source of her own because she grew up with three brothers and was only happy when they were ALL happy. She can be talked into doing just about anything as long as the reason was good enough since she never sees anything wrong in helping out someone that needs it.

I’ll take you for who you are: Despite being such a ‘tomboy’ Celsie is quite the romantic. She reads a lot of romance stories and can always be off in her head daydreaming about something. She’s only ever dated guys, and personality attracts her more than anything else since she wants someone that can keep up with hers. She wears her heart out on her sleeve and often can put herself in a position where she’s being used but at the end of the day the happiness that she had during was worth it. Celsie hates sulking about things that can’t be fixed or changed and has a tendency to move on quickly to the next thing.[/ul]
Sample RP:

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Why was it that the largest of rooms could always feel so incredibly cramped to a lonely person. Celsie felt as if she was being suffocated by just sitting on the edge of the bed. It was bad enough that she could panic but yet not quite at the point where she had to run out and annoy someone. That was a good thing because there really was no one to annoy. Being new and being muggle born made her feel very… well… inadequate and it wasn’t something that she was used to. Well the girl didn’t have a huge ego, she didn’t think she was great at everything but she never considered herself less of a person than anyone else either. Here, in this new environment she did. A school full of wizards and witches and other things that would generally be in horror stories made her feel very much like an outcast. She felt wary to make friends by fear of rejection, and had decided the best safe place to be was this dorm room. That would be until she got her nerves under control of course. It would pass soon, since she was new the feeling of inferiority was something that couldn’t be helped but Celsie never stayed down for long.

She inhaled and slipped a long finger around the necklace around her neck. It was about the only jewelry that she owned, well apart from earrings, and it was the most comforting that she had. A piece of her family close to heart to make her feel better and it worked, in a way. She could already picture her brothers telling her to quit being a chicken and go out into the hall already. If they could see her now they would be disappointed, sitting in her room almost like a coward. No. That had to change. Celsie breathed, it was enough motivation to get her on her feet and moving towards the door. There was no way in hell she was going to let anyone call her a chicken. Even if it was just in her daydreams. [/ul][/size][/blockquote]


Must be Rouerie

[sararedthorn]

[shadow=black,left,300] [glow=red,2,300] [/glow]
name:[glow=red,2,300]Sara[/glow]last name:[glow=green,2,300]redthorn[/glow]
age:[glow=gold,2,300]16[/glow]
appearance: dark brown hair,brown eyes,lite skin,skinny.
history:i live in a small house in France my parents are both wizards/witches
i have no brothers, but i do have a little sister.
personalty:smart,wired,nice,sweet.
[glow=purple,2,300] [/glow][/shadow]

This app is much too short. Also, you need to change your display name so it shows both your first and last name with a space between.

[brittahazardperry]

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[brittahazardperry]

First Name: Britta

Last Name: Hazard-Perry

Age: 15

Appearance: Long, straight blonde hair. Blue streaks in hair. Aqua eyes. Straight, white teeth. Tanned skin.


Family: Benjamin Perry Sr. (Father), Ardelia Hazard Perry (Mother), Benjamin “Benji” Perry Jr. (Brother, age 19), Aislinn Hazard-Perry (Twin Sister, age 15), Agatha “Aggie” Hazard-Perry (Sister, age 11), Sophie Marie Holland (Niece, age 1½)

History: Born on a snowy December evening in the heart of Paris to Benjamin Perry and Ardelia Hazard-Perry, Britta was a magical prodigy as soon as she entered the world. By the ripe age of eight , she could read full medical journals, write complex essays, and had mastered every single potion in her older brother Benji’s second year potions textbook. Her twin sister Aislinn, however, was not as successful academically. Aislinn, to put it bluntly, was born with the better body of the twins, and she had no problem showing it off to anyone who would pay attention. So while Britta was spending the night studying or practicing spells, Aislinn was off partying and kissing boys, resulting in the birth of her daughter Sophie Marie Holland with her 18 year old boyfriend of two months Joshua Holland when she was 14 years old. Needless to say, Joshua dumped Aislinn soon after the birth of Sophie, leaving Aislinn alone and heartbroken and no one to turn to except her loving twin sister Britta. The twins formed an even more inseparable bond after that and though it was tough, Britta became the best auntie she could be.

Personality: Britta isn’t the most popular girl in school, no, but she is likeable for sure. Kind to everyone, Britta tends to form friendships with anyone she talks to. She’s very shy at first, but once you get to know her, she tends to be quite loud. She is also one of the smartest students at Beauxbatons. And up until recently, she has been one of the most goodie-goodie students at the school. But lately, Britta has become tired of being labeled as "the skank's twin sister". Even if Aislinn is a skank, at least she has a name for herself. Britta sees herself as a nobody. So she's interested in changing that. Beware because this year, a different side of Britta is sure to come out.

Sample RP: Pushover. Pushover. Pushover. I repeated the word in my head. That's all I ever was. "Britta the Pushover." "Britta the Nerd." "Britta the Hot Girl's Sister." I was sick of it. I was sick of being the pushover. Sick of being a wallflower. In a sudden act of rage, I ran over to my sister's trunk and pulled out a few of her more skimpy items of clothing. No more Britta the Pushover, I thought to myself. It's time to be Britta the New.

Sample RP must be two or three paragraphs please. Also, you need to change your display name so it shows both your first and last name with a space between.

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[richmond]

sawyer richmond
15



history: sawyer was born on august twenty-third, in a little village called armodis. her mother was a witch named mithina urmgy richmond, and her father was a wizard named benji richmond. she lived a very miserable child hood. she saw her life as if she had already lived it. an endless parade of parties and cotillions. the same narrow people and the same mindless chatter. she was standing at a great precipise with no one to pull her back. sawyer loved to walk on the beach, it was her favorite thing to do, and she did it quite often. sawyer lived her life as though she was a princess. her magical abilities starting developing when she was 8. she accidentally made a ball levitate and hit someone in the back of the head. she has always favored the subject of potions, which was never a favorite of her parents. there subject were charms, and defense against the dark arts. but, now its sawyers turn to take a ride on the beauxbatons carriage.

personality: sawyer was always raised to be a very up brought and well mannered girl. she is very respectful, and caring. but sometimes she can be the snobby rich girl, or the mean prep. it all depends on who she is around. she cannot stand two faced people, and also cannot stand fake people. she is full of personality and loves to have fun. sawyer is very loyal, sometimes she can be dishonest, and is very intelligent. she is also very creative, and is very original.

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sawyer sat up out of her bed, and looked out across the grounds that stretched so far. yesterday, last night as well, was not the greatest thing ever. she had finally come back from the hospital wing, and as soon as she stepped foot into the dormitory, she stepped foot into drama. big drama, stupid drama, girl drama, guy drama, teacher drama, all sorts of drama. and sawyer one hundred percent hates drama. so she had to escape into the world of the back of her eyelids and sleep until morning. the thing was, she had quidditch tryouts, that she was majorly dreading. but looked like she would have to suck it up and go own with it.

she walked over to her dresser and pulled out her attire for the day; holey faded jeans, a white polo, and a ribbon to go into her hair. she quickly put the attire on, and walked downstairs to the common room. there was really no one of her interest in there, so she just went ahead and made her way to breakfast. once she arrived there she saw her best friend leslie. she quickly ran over there and sat beside her. "hey girl!"

please expand on the history and personality

[dorothy]

FIRST NAME: Dorothy Beatrice.
LAST NAME: Dailey.
AGE: Fifteen.

APPEARENCE:

PERSONALITY:

NAIVE AND INNOCENT

Dorothy, or Dodo as her closest friends call her, is quite naive and innocent the majority of the time. The kind of girl that can wake up with a smile on her face and just expect for everything to suddenly become better. Of course, according to her, there are no evil people in the world! No, instead some people just make choices. Dorothy never fails to see the good in an individual, believing that every person has a good side and a bad side, that they just need some help on the path to good. It may frustrate some that she seems to think so, but others have accepted it's the way she thinks. Many are protective of Dorothy due to this. It makes her easy to take advantage of, but more on that later. Dodo is one the most innocent young girls around and there is no doubt her older brother has considered giving the girl a chastity belt, just to make sure she'll stay the way she is.

CLUMSY AND CARELESS

The fifteen year old girl is constantly falling down, having a hard time staying on her feet. Dorothy is the kind of girl that's always late for class because she was either getting patched up or happened to forget something. The girl tends to be careless, always forgetting things. This is why sticky-notes were invented, for people like Dorothy to remember every small detail. Her friends may joke about her having the memory span of a gold fish, but this is perfectly accurate. It's a good thing she has friends, to catch her when she falls and dry her tears if she does cry. Otherwise, it's completley normal for Dorothy to carry around bandaids or have a new bruise every couple of hours.

ADORABLE AND VULNERABLE

Dorothy isn't your typical fifteen year old girl. She's simply... adorable. Like puppy dogs, rainbows and kittens. The kind of adorable that you just want to hide away and cuddle. Many do just that, considering she loves to snuggle all of her friends no matter who they are. She still has to some-what grow up, considering she is still living in her childhood at times. Hide and go seek is probably her favourite game and she's often getting piggy backs from all her closest buddies. But the fact she's so happy all the time and sees the best in people often leaves her vulnerable. People take advantage of her trust and manipulate the poor girl into believing that they really are changing for the better. In particular, a male could easily make her believe what they have is special and different but just break her in the end. This is why she needs real friends, to take care of her,

CREATIVE AND ORIGINAL

Dodo choses to be an individual. The fifteen year old is creative and original, particularly when it comes to her photography. She looks at everything from different perspectives, including her own life. Some might look at a flower and see beauty, however Dorothy can look at a flower and see the small, simple lady beetle on one of the petals. She choses to look and things a different way. Not a sheep, to an extent. Dorothy isn't the kind of girl to follow the latest trends, much preffering to do things her own was without interruptions. She believes firmly in individuality and tries to use this as her motto. Imagine how boring it would be if everyone was the same, anyway!

HISTORY:

Delilah Davies and Dylan Dailey were both French artists, painters. They met at an open art gallery in the heart of Paris and quickly became close friends. A couple of months later they had taken their relationship a step forward and were considered to be dating each other. This is how it stayed for a whole year, until Delilah announced she was pregnant with his child. Dylan was delighted, and asked for her hand. A baby boy was born, their first child. After he was born the couple tied the knot, with close friends and family to witness a beautiful ceremony in the gardens.

There was only one thing that could complete the Dailey family, and that was another child. No matter how hard Delilah and Dylan tried, they couldn't seem to suceed in having another baby. Just when they were about to lose hope, Delilah discovered she was, in fact, pregnant. On December the fifteenth a baby girl was born. They named this little bundle of joy Dorothy Beatrice Dailey. Their little girl. So small.

Dorothy had everything a girl could want growing up, particularly spoilt by her father. She adored her big brother, and still does to this very day. He watched out for his little sister, and was always the one to catch her when she fell or kiss her sores better. Their childhood was a good one, surrounded by those that loved them and just wanted the best.

More recently Dorothy and her brother were sent acceptance letters from Beauxbatons. Thinking it was a joke, they didn't respond right away. After finding out more about the magical school, her parents allowed both their children to attend. Odd. She never believed in magic before!

RP SAMPLE:

Dorothy sat crosslegged on the edge of the fountain at the center of the courtyard. As usual, she was cosily dishevelled with her tie a bit too loose. One of her socks was sagging below a knobby knee. The new student characteristically had a book propped open on her lap, and every so often she'd stop to look up at the sky.

Nothing had ceased to amaze Dorothy since she'd gotten here. Everything seemed to move along of its own accord. The great clock above the breezeway didn't have gears, and she'd already caught several suits of armor fidgeting in the corridors. Even the portraits were willing to have conversations, and would be perfectly glad to point any wayward students in the right direction. Despite being ready for anything, the witch was still astounded, and found her jaw dropping quite a bit.

Above, a few cottony clouds meandered across the perfect blue expanse of the sky. The one directly above the crumbling top of the fountain looked sort of like a rabbit. Its ears were up, and the breeze blowing through the air made it seem as though the cloud creature's ears were twitching. Dorothy chuckled, and the book's precarious angle on her lap caused it to tip off into the icy water of the fountain.

"Oh, bollocks," the fifteen-year-old swore without thinking. It had been her book, fortunately. But now, she realized, it wasn't much of a book at all. As she fished out the leather-bound book of charms, the ink began to run. Dorothy sighed and placed it open on the stones beside her. The book needed fixing, and she was supposed to know these things.

Must be Cossu

[rouxcreolecastor]

First Name: Alistaire
Middle Name: Violet
Last Name: De Sade
Age:15
Appearance: medium dark brown hair green eyes tan skin, about 5'11" and 150 pounds swimmers build
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History: Born in Verona italy but grew up in Rosseau,France a small city consisting of many palaces and castles and full of noble pureblood families. Alistaire was brought up in a seemingly perfect household pure-blood of course, the De Sade family motto was Sang Royal meaning " blood royal". he grew up in a huge manor much like a dark palace of Versailles with sprawling gardens and horrible things going on in the house when no one was around. he lived with his mother, Giania Sophietta for the first 6 years of his life after his father, Castor De Sade left. He spent life with his mother on the streets as she was peniless and though pure blood could not find a suitor she used to kill muggles and steal from them to get food to eat for her and her only son but she hated it wanting to kill herself and went into serious depression during that time however Castor, Alistaire's father came back and finally married his mother Giania now had her place in society back.
When he was 7 years old he got physically abused by his mentally insane alcoholic mother because she thought he was a demon and was SEVERELY Scnizophrenic and things made her do it, and loved by his father who favored his twin older half brothers Pollux and Castor II. he endured the palace as his prison on some days but paradise on others and he remained prisoner until he was 10 wherin his mother overdosed on a muggle drug and his father came to and started paying attention to him. 11 he began school at hogwarts and was in slytherin house. he stayed at hogwarts until he was expelled at age 14. he stayed home for a year then transfered to beauxbatons. Alistaire is a werewolf as he got bit when he made out with a werewolf boy in hogwarts and the dude bit into his lip thus spreading the affliction to him. he lives with it well but they kicked him out when he attacked his dorm mate.
Personality:Alistaire is a kool type of guy and sometimes he seems mean but its usually just a front because he's actually really sweet. he's Shy and depressed and he considers himself of less then pure blood status since the accident with the werewolf boy. he doesnt blame him though since it was a mistake but he feels just so lonely. tired of being portrayed as a poor little spoiled rich boy. wants to show his fiesty side. he doesnt make threats he makes promises . if he says hes going to fight you he will. he lives for danger and bravery and is anything but shy. you get him at the party and he's the center of attention the huge party animal. he needs attention he feeds from it. he lives for life and tries to make very day count. he immerses himself in art and literature and in writing good music and poetry.
Favorites:
Classical composer: Mozart,Pachelbel,beethoven, and Schumann.
Food: anything sweet and served with tea
City:Venice, Italy
Country:Italy
time period(Era): rennaisance, Baroque, Edwardian
Ice cream: green tea
Author: Jane Austen
Book: Emma by Jane Austen
Thing to do: write music and draw pictures
Artist: Picasso,Monet,
Sample RP:
Morning sun peaked through the silver bed hangings with a huge ornate black fleur de lis embroidered on them with the words Sang Royaal. he punched the silk beaded pillow out of frustration as it seemed he had just nodded off. he did not want to get up slowly he began to move, stiff like the tin man in the beginning of the Wizard of OZ he got up and pulled on a green wizards robe over his silk pajamas and getting his silk slippers on he began to walk down the small iron spiral staircase with metal snakes and animal scenes worked into its railing. it went down into another huge room this one full of books with a slytherin hanging on one wall the whole room was again a silvery color with black trim. dark shelves filled the room with hundreds of books, and volumes of sheet music in one corner was an open patch with several instruments, a piano,a cello, a violin, a flute, and a rennaisance lute made of wood almost like a guitar. sheet music poured off the music stands lazily and the room seemed alive with light and he began to move cozy armchairs around and then he came to the huge paladian windows hung with ruffled black curtains and pulled them open. it was blinding but heavenly. slowly he sat down on the floor and called for the house elf named daisy. Daisy was his elf and she brought him a tray of tea in ornate black teacups with some toast and peach jelly. he looked out and began to tap his hand on the carpet softly as if playing piano. he was thinking about music once again.....


slowly remembering the score he got up grabbed his black quill and his music notebook.his hands set to work difining notes and music as it played inside his head munching a few bites of toast in between. hands gliding across the paper music slowly being defined by the grace of a black quill. stunning music alive and magical almost like real magic but this was unlike any marvel a man can work and conjure with a wand. Alistaire so beloved his music and writing it, he had composed his favorite score in only 3 days, and had titled it
"Angels" a beautiful mix of artistic expression and mystical sounds paired with dance and ballet on stage and it became an instant hit in Rosseau.

his head began to pound, throbbing and aching, pain surged through his skull. he felt it too and his hands began to shake and then he felt cold and slowly felt his face hit the floor with a dull thud. "is daisy's master ok?" he heard the little elf. "daisy is sorry she did not bring your pills sooner sir" then he was being lifted up he tipped the pills down his throat and went to his piano. "horribly out of tune" he said pausing for a moment. then the door opened....
Must be Sournois

[reggie]

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Last Name: Noxatremer
Age: 15
Appearance: Regulous holds appearance as a marking of the weak, often leaving his deep brown hair unkempt and scruffy, as to challenge people to look past the surface. His piercing gray eyes are always fixed showing little sign of emotion. Though he isn't an athlete, his body allows for the assumption that he is dedicated to his physical aptitude, where as children of his age remain amorphous, and undefined, he is strong and fit. In keeping with his nature, he strives for survival, and will not take liberties in the dress code as to prevent being singled out.
History: Born in Sussex, Regulous knew little about his father, and developed under the watchful eye of his mother Lunita. Everything he learned about manners, decency and courtesy was taught by her. Though she was at one point a respected member of the magical community, she became reclusive and, in a way, dependent on Regulous, and thus, refused to send him to the school of magic for fear of also losing him. She would often tell him stories of his father's greatness and how much it pained her to have to let him go.

At the age of ten, Regulous began feeling smothered by his mother's continuous pandering to his emotion and thoughts of dedication. He told Lunita that she was far from alone, and that all of their family had tried to open lines of communication repeatedly, pleading that she end this solitude. Repeatedly after that day, Regulous petitioned her to go out and see the world, but her social mechanism had atrophied, leaving her prone to frequent breakdowns, often in public. So, Regulous was labeled the b**tard with a crazy mother by his peers and ostracized. It didn't take long for him to postulate that these children had no true concept of family or the ties that bound them.

Instead of striving to fit in, he took the nonresistant path, avoiding confrontation, and any altercations in general. Being present and attentive in school, and participating in the normal events, then leaving when groups began to form. Unfortunately, the result was quite the opposite, people began to wonder about him, speculating grandiose stories of fret and folly. As with everything, the stories ranged from the truth to fantastic claims that he was a wizard and could move things with his thoughts.

As Regulous didn't appreciate any undue attention from people, he would often desire to be alone, and find ways of attaining that goal. Finally, after he had tried and failed at his scheme, he decided that it was time for him to move on. At 12 he took his father's watch, some clothes and kissed his mother for the last time then set himself out into the world. Finding shelter in obscure places, and food in even more obscure places, taught him a valuable lesson; self preservation.

His ultimate destination was unknown, but, he found refuge in the attic of an abandoned home. Secluded in the mountains, Regulous fount solace in it's tranquility and things were going well... that is until the Owl...

Personality: hedonistic and altruistic, callous and compassionate, survivor and protector. Regulous is all of this, he will not fight unless it is warranted and he gets some compensation, but in the same respect, he will fight for the people he loves without hesitation. His loyalties come before his well being, often getting him hurt or scorned. He takes criticism very poorly, especially from the people he cares about, citing how they would be unfit to judge as they have not yet experienced the worst, much less the best.
Sample RP: A coursing pain shot through his right arm, as he gripped the open wound, staving the blood from flowing freely. He needed clarity, he needed reason, and he needed it to live. Seconds later, he tore a piece of his shirt off to make a pseudo bandage, just to free up a hand in case it attacked again. He heard a low growl, like a rolling thunderclap in the distance. The baritone murmur sent a chill up his spine; it would be back, and soon.

In a blinding flash of black fur, the creature pounced again onto Regulous, raking at his sides with his powerful hind claws. He felt the warm trickle of his life draining onto his clothing, reigniting his passion for survival. Anger was building, more quickly than ever before. He knew what would happen if he would let himself go, people get hurt, but he knew it was him or it.

Letting out a feral wail, he released himself to his rage, amassing enough adrenaline to hurl his adversary off of him. When he came to his feet, he began to feel the hairs on his neck stand ready, he couldn't see his kill, but he began to smell the air to see where he went... [/center]
Must be Rouerie

[ashestoashes]

I AM STRICKEN AND CAN'T LET YOU GO

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YOU WALK ON LIKE A WOMEN IN SUFFERING
Echo Lyn Bellerain
WON'T EVEN BOTHER NOW TO TELL ME WHY

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Echo is a very kind and charming young lady, or so she's told by her father twelty-four seven; truth is she's just another teenage girl at heart. Though she much rather spend her time in the dark depths of the ocean where she feels she truly belongs then on land with everyone else. But even so she rather be wet then dry she does love living amung humans with her twin sister ember, her mother ivy, and her mother's twin sister iris. She spends most of her time in the human world just having fun whenever and where ever she can whether that's playing tricks on people or just spending time with her friends anywhere. Though her mind is pretty much like your typical teenaged girl; naive, curious, revolves around guys, she tries to act older then she really is to impress others with her maturity.

At times she can be a big flirt and try and distract men as mermaids do in old human folk tales, a lot of the time she is pertty shy especially aruond guys she likes. Even so she does mask it well by being a social butterfly and talking to whoever comes her way as she would do with her fish friends. Echo is very attached to her twin sister Ember and at times uses her like a sort of sheild from the outside world, a way to keep her distance from others; an excuse to leave really. Sometimes she can come off to a person as rude, arrogant, or even vain, but she is far from those verbs; sarcastic, yes, but vain, not evenclose. She does spend her time either singing or dancing lyrical whenever she finds the time with her family or even alone under the moon.
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Born March 19, 1992 to a broken (divorced) family in Honolulu, Hawaii along with her twin sister, Ember. She and her twin were loved from the start and given as much as their parents could possibly give. Though her life from the start felt empty, as though a part of her was somehow missing or had been taken away from her. Ivy, their mother, would try and keep the girls away from the water as much as she could with the help of their aunt, Iris. They would be grounded if they had ever stepped foot in the ocean's warm waters and the punishment seemed unfain to the two girls as well as the conditions. Anytime Echo or Ember would ask their mother why she would just tell them the same thing over and over again, 'because i said so, that's why.'

Though it wasn't until they spend time with their father wat the beach when they realized why their mother had been so harsh to them when it came to the ocean's water. A bit splashed up and hit Echo's leg causing her to transform into a mermaid and her father to freak out while trying to get something to hide her from the humans there. Once she was completely dried and her tail turned back into legs the three of them went back to their mothers and confrunted ivy and iris about what had happened. Of course Lark knew, he just didn't know why Iris had never told the two girls about who they really were and what they really were. Their whole lives they knew they were half witches, but the other half they just figured was muggle.

After their find they started to go back to the ocean at night to practice swimming with their mother and aunt as well as controlling the water and speaking to sea creatures of all kinds. Their father would watch from afar until one day he just disappeared from their lives completely and moved to paris, france. The girls were devistated by their father's move and begged their mother and aunt to let them follow him and bring him back. But their mother had another idea in mind, a way to keep the girls from the dangers of the oceans and intouch with their father. They moved to Paris about a year after their father had where they now reside.
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The light coming from the above world was blinding, but warm where ever it hit causing the dark waters to appear a sort of dark aqua color. The stalks of seaweed and other plants swayed with the flow of the waters and few fish were already out and about looking for food on the ocean's floor. The sound of the waves crashing on the nearby shore was loud from above, but almost silent throught the waters, but it's harsh currents couldn't be ignored. Few fish seemed to be having trouble swimming away from the shore and were being pulled toward their sandy deaths. Thiking quickly Echo swam up behind a large group of fish who were almost near the sandbars and stood behind them as if sheilding them from the shore itself.

Bringing her arm forward Echo created a slightly stronger current sending the fish back to safety as her mother was back onshore trying to calm the waters along with her aunt. While she and her sister, Ember stayed in the ocean to help the smaller fish keep in the water and away from the shore which so far was working. 'Echo look out for that turtle,' she heard her sister's warning, but it ws too late the large sea turtle slammed into echo sending her flying backwards into a large rock. The next thing she knew she was on the shore covered in towles from her neck down as she tried her best to tell if she had transformed back into a human again she wiggled her toes. good, thought echo as she sat up and looked at the croud of people gathering around her, but the only faces she could pick out were that of her mother, aunt, and sister.

"What happened?" asked echo as she rubbed the back of her head for a moment as her mother explained to her slowly the events leading up till now, but keeping out few parts for the humans. With a small gasp she stood up quickly, "Is the turtle alright?" A few of the humans laughed while others watched her carefully trying to figure out why she had more concern for a sea turtle then her own well being. Echo's gaze turned to the now calm waters of the ocean as she noticed the shell of a large sea turtle swimming toward a rock with a flat surface. She ran toward the turtle not caring for the stares she was getting back at the main scene.
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[byfme]

Yvonne Katalinas is of the age 17.
She's light and feathery, but not at all graceful. Her long limbs make it all the more difficult for her to function without breaking anything. Her dark brown hair is curly and untamed, stretching to the middle of her back. It's the type of hair that is prettier when it's not washed or brushed, which is good as Yvonne doesn't like to take time out of her life to bathe. She is known to be reckless and wild. Her dark gray eyes are large and vulnerable, while her pouting lips are always in a fierce smile. Her body is long and gawky, very awkward. She drags her feet and slouches, she is oh so very lazy. Her eyes are never fully opened, always half shut, revealing the lavender complexion of her eye lids. Her skin is a blushing ivory. Not really pale, but her cheeks turn a lovely pink when she is near her loving companion Zane. She has a tiny nose and little ears. In the dark you can see the shine in her eyes, the way the light glints in her dark eyes makes you wonder what is going on beneath the bundle of hair. She looks sweet and cute, which she is, just lazier.






Born in a tiny town called Cochranton on the 20th of April. She doesn't remember much of her childhood. It was a mix of screams and yells, hitting or slapping, pulling, shoving, scowling, punching. Violence and loudness made her the eccentric person she is today. Having three older sisters and one older brother, she has learned to defend herself by being the youngest. Her oldest sister would yell in her face, the second oldest would slap her for using her nail polish, the youngest sister would do nothing but simply get Yvonne in trouble with anything and everything. Her oldest brother wasn't much of a bother, but in fact a delight. He would take her for walks and show her the ropes, really. Her mother and father are divorced from her father cheating. He didn't stop with just her mother, there was three others before settling down with a wife who he will be with forever, she hopes. Her mother is always out with men, different each night. Some are ugly and smell of beer, others are lovely business men, just looking for someone to layover. Her mother was the woman for that job. It wasn't until she was fourteen that she was ever truly happy. For one day at the park she met a boy by the name of Zane, and it was very much love at first sight. But Yvonne was shy and couldn't do much but stare, as did the boy. They would constantly have little games of watching each other, before finally he got the nerve to come over and talk. At first Yvonne was stunned into silence. He was gorgeous, all curls and darkness. Something like her. They had so much in common, and soon they started to talk on the phone. Then they would go out on walks or out to eat. Soon they even met in the park just for a quick kiss before off to school. It wasn't until Yvonne was fifteen that she lost her sacred virginity with Zane, as with him. They believed they loved each other, and so far they were not wrong. They stuck together, holding hands, or just holding each other through gazes and stares. They were a beautiful couple. As Yvonne's love life improved, her home life declined tragically. She could not stand her mother any longer. So with the money she earned from summer jobs, she divorced her mother. She moved in with Zane and his mother, who treated her like her own. It was nice to have a real parent, and a real boyfriend. She was happy.





As Yvonne stroked her hand through Zane's hair, she remember her brother doing this to her. He could never get his hand all the way through, his fingers always knotting in her curly hair. Zane was playing with her fingers as she sit on his lap. They were waiting in the hospital, they have been for almost a day now. Her mother was sick, very sick. Yvonne couldn't say that she cared, but she could exleast show up to the hospital for her grandmother. Yvonne loves her grandmother.
"Hush, you silly girl." Zane said, his voice muffled as he kissed her shoulder. She didn't know she made any noise, but she leaned farther back into Zane and blew out a breathe of air she didn't know she was holding.
"I just wanna know what's up."
"You will if you're patient."
Yvonne burst into a tiny fit of giggles, her face blushing into a light pink.
"What?" Zane's face was turning bright with the sheer joy of hearing her giggle, his freckles more noticeable. He leaned into her and blew in her ear to get her attention. She giggled more.
"You said i had to be patient, and we're in a hospital...where there's patients!" Yvonne could barely get out the sentence before her whole body shook with laughter.
Zane shook his head, but his wide grin and closed eyes made Yvonne stop laughing immediately and lean in for a kiss.
"Does this feel weird?" Zane asked after a couple of kisses.
"Uhm...noooo?" Yvonne was high off Zane and was feeling a little loopy.
"Do you remember why we're here?"
"Uhm...noooo?"
He poked her nose with his index finger and smiled at her, flashing white teeth that were a bit crooked.
"Silly girl. Your mother?"
Yvonne's back stiffened and even she heard how her breath sounded when it came out. Ragged and short.
"Uhm, yes." Her head was swirling. She had forgotten her mother was sick. She didn't catch her breath because she was scared or anxious, but more because she couldn't understand why she didn't care. She just didn't care.
After several more hours, her and Zane went home, stopping at the park where they met.

Could you please write out her personality[/b]