Sorting (Term Thirteen)

[samuelc]

First Name: Samuel Jacques
Last Name: Carlier
Age: Seventeen
Appearance: Click
History:
Personality:
Sample RP:

[daisywalsh]

First Name: Daisy Adelaide.
Last Name: Walsh.
Age: Sixteen.

Appearance:



History:

Ilene McDurmish came from a wealthy pureblood family that lived on the outskirts of a small port town in Northern Scotland. It was during Ilene’s seventh year at Beauxbatons that she began to go through a rebellious phase. At first, she would sneak out after curfew just for the thrill of it and sometimes to snog a boy. Of course, she was caught a few times and after a while of this, her parents sent her a howler. It was during the summer after graduation that Ilene met Austin Spens, a muggle police officer, at a local bar. After a hard first week at Madam Malkin’s, Ilene had caught a beer at a muggle bar, bypassing the Leaky Cauldron.

You see, this was quite rebellious of her because her father disapproved of the mixing of muggles and the magical community. He believed that they would be a liability if a witch or wizard fell in love or even just got involved with a muggle. He had nothing against muggleborns or even halfbloods. However, he just wouldn’t approve of his eldest daughter dating, much less marrying a muggle.

Though Ilene was just having a bit of fun dating Austin Spens, in the end she got pregnant and even fell in love with the man. Telling him that not only was she pregnant, but also that she was a witch was not an easy task. In the end, Austin had trouble wrapping his mind around the fact that there was magic in the world and that she was a witch. However, he loved Ilene and so he decided to stick it out and proposed to her; for the baby’s sake.

They got married right away and he even survived a visit with the parents. Yet after about a year of marriage, Austin still couldn’t quite get used to the idea of there being magic in the world. He just couldn’t cope with the existence of magic. So, they divorced and they both agreed that it would be better if there was no contact. About a year later, Ilene remarried an old friend by the name of David Walsh. He worked in the Department of Magical Catastrophes at the Ministry of Magic. He was quite fond of little Daisy and raised her with Ilene as his own, loving her as if she were his own daughter, even giving her his own last name as well. Shortly after getting married, the two moved to a small three bedroom house in Berwick, Scotland close to his ancestral home on the outskirts of town, to be near his parents.

Daisy had a fairly normal childhood for a member of the magical community. At the age of two and a half, her brother, Jeremy Walsh (whom she believes is her full brother) was born. Shortly after, she became a full-time mom. Ever since she was born, her mother had been afraid that she might not have inherited the magic that ran through her own veins. It wasn’t until Daisy made her asparagus disappear right before her parents’ very eyes at the age of six that her mother let out a sigh of relief.

Daisy and Jeremy didn’t fight too often, unless Jeremy was purposely trying to annoy his sister (which sometimes happened) and vice versa. Of course, whenever they went over to Gramps’ and Gran’s house, they would often pull pranks on each other and do many daring things. They didn’t always get into too much trouble. At the age of six, Daisy got what she’d always wanted: a little sister. Everyone was ecstatic. Daisy was the perfect sister. She helped her mom to generally keep her busy. She didn’t always like that Celestina got a lot of attention at times. However, it was always fun to dress the baby up like a baby doll (only Cely would laugh at her funny faces). However, the minute she started crying or to smell something terrible, she’d hand her over to their house elf, petal.

Shortly after Daisy had gotten her letter, her grandfather, Gramps, died of a heart attack. It was a horrible ordeal, but Daisy was a trooper and though she was sad that her father wasn’t going to be able to owl him about getting into Beauxbatons, she got through it remarkably well. She knew that he’d want her to have a smashing first year and that he’d be with her in spirit. It was during Christmas holidays that it was decided that Walsh Manor was too large for Gran and that David & the rest of the family would be switching homes.

Over Christmas break, her father showed up on her doorstep. This could have been okay had Daisy not answered the door. That was all he needed. Austin explained everything to her (even showed her pictures of her half-sisters.) Towards the end, Ilene showed up and ushered Austin out. Daisy hasn’t talked to him since. She’s still unsure as to whether or not she wants to blow the whistle on her blood status. So far, she’s remained quiet about Christmas holiday’s events. However, you never know when a secret like this can get out.

Personality:

Daisy is the type that tends to look on the sunny side of things simply because she has never been able to stand dwelling too much time on the ‘woe is me’ deal as she had done in the past. It had been a phase that she had pushed through during her physically awkward growing phase. It is her belief that things happen for a reason even though she may never know that reason. She also believes that most everything is connected in some form or fashion, thus she believes in fate quite fervently.

The bright girl loves to read and is an excellent artist. She loves it when she gets a new set of pencils or paints. She just can’t wait to try them out. She is also a fairly decent singer. Her range can go from alto to soprano (though maybe not as high as some sopranos). She is also a fast learner. She can mimic singers and when she plays the piano (she’s had lessons since she was five), she can play any tune she hears by ear or at the least figure it out quickly. She is shy though about her talent and therefore, not many people know about it. On the rare occasion you will catch her singing if she thinks that no one is around. However, she will stop if she realizes someone is listening; even if they encourage her to continue.

Diasy is kind of shy at first. However, she has started to work on this and even has started to take a few risks on her own. This new development, however, has started almost solely due to the encouragement of her friends. Whenever she is with her friends, she feels like she can do anything. However, alone, she found herself quiet and shy. That is why she started working on becoming a bit more outgoing. After all, how are you supposed to experience life if you’re not willing to take a few risks? Besides, your friends may not always be there and there may come a time when she will need to take a risk or two to save a friend.

When I say that Daisy is naive, I mean that she is naive about certain things. She is book smart and the closest to, well, sex or even much romance is through her friends and books. She loves to read though and has even managed to read a few err...racy romance novels that she found in her mother's collection. But, other than that, she's quite clueless about the thing that seems to be on a bloke's mind 24/7. Poor Daisy pretty much has stuck to Romantic muggle poetry, Shakespeare, and Jane Austen. It is pretty safe to say that she's a girl with Romantic ideals though.

Daisy is the type that tries to excel in everything she tries to do. If she doesn't do well in a class, she tries harder. Potions is one of her least favorite subjects. She finds it a bit boring, but realizes that she needs to pass it in order to do well in school. Therefore, she studies hard to make sure she passes it with a bit more than adequate marks. She loves Charms and Transfiguration. Divination, however, is her worst subject. Try as she may, she could not predict a single thing; which is why she was glad to be rid of the course as soon as she was able and took up astronomy.

Honesty has always been important to Daisy. Though, she does realize that sometimes you may have to lie to save someone or even to keep out of trouble. As mentioned before, her face tends to give away her emotions. However, with dark magic about, she has come to realize that she has a need to work on concealing her emotions. Thus, she has started practicing in her everyday life. Sometimes her friends will help by playing different games in their spare time (and sometimes they’ll drag her from studying to do it too!). She also tends to be a goodie-two-shoe, but her friends are working on that as well and have slowly, but surely, brought out the mischievous side of Daisy on many occasions.

Sample RP:

It was well after midnight in good old dormitory. Daisy had actually fallen asleep at a rather tame nine thirty, having pulled an all-nighter the previous night. She supposed her studious existence was enough to drive any number of people bonkers. However, that was why she was her own self and not someone else, thank you very much. The lass definitely had no qualms with staying up late simply to study. Her friends might, but she certainly didn't. She was a bookworm through and through and she only occasionally allowed herself to be dragged away from her books long enough to have fun whenever Miss Rider could get a hold of her. Right now, she was tossing and turning in bed, muttering something here and there.

cue trippy wavy dream sequence:

Daisy was standing in a hallway. There were dozens of white-washed doors with tarnished gold numbers on them on either side of the long hallway. Random doors stood open on either side in no apparent order. Puzzled, the young brunette started walking up the hall, looking around and saying the typical prolonged, "Heloooo?" As she walked by one open door, she saw a small girl about six years old having a tea party. The girl looked a lot like Daisy, except that her hair was a few shades lighter than her own raven locks. The girl beckoned to someone she couldn't see before saying, "Oh c'mon, Daddy..your tea's getting cold!" Finally, a familiar voice said, "Oh alright, sweetie..but only because you're you Hailey."

Out came a tall dark haired man with an amused twinkle in his dark brown eyes and a well groomed mustache. He wore a blue pinstriped shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black slacks. His nose was slightly larger than most, but it seemed to fit his face alright. He pulled his pants legs up as he sat down in the child-sized chair at the child-sized table, his legs apart so that he wouldn't bump his knees when he reached for his tea cup. The scene before her unfolded into a typical father-daughter tea party complete with a few bear companions.

Neither the girl or the man seemed to be aware of her presence at the door, looking in on the sweet scene. You see the little girl actually was Daisy's half sister and the man sitting down was the father that they shared. She hadn't actually had the chance to meet her half-sister yet, having not really come to terms with the revelation that the father she'd grown up with wasn't actually her father yet. She had, however, been shown a picture and the way that Austen Spens had described her had pretty much given her the picture she was watching now.

There was a window in the corner that allowed light to flow into the room and light it up with the loveliness of the day. There was a tree right outside the window. Daisy hadn't noticed it until she saw movement in said tree. It was then that a masked man jumped through the glass window, shattering the glass, his wand outstretched as he yelled, "AVADA KEDAVRA." Green light illuminated the room as she watched Hailey and Austen Spens crumple to the ground.

"NOOO!!," she screamed, her hand instantly clapping over her mouth as the masked figure turned to her and started advancing on her. He started saying things like, "Come along Miss Spens. You're next." and "Join your father like a good little lass, eh?" She ran from him then, the whole hallway suddenly full of closed doors now. Desperately, she started banging on doors, screaming, "I'm not a Spens! I'm a Walsh!"

Back to reality..:

Back in the real world, Daisy was getting hopelessly tangled up in her sheets. Words tumbled out from her lips. Words from the dream. Over and over again, she kept saying, "I'm not a Spens... I'm a Walsh... He's not my father... He's not my father... I'm not a Spens.."

Hmmm. I think I'm going to say... Rouerie[/b]

[valerie]

I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM ♥

emma adèle de l'eau

LET'S SPEND TONIGHT ON TOP OF THE WORLD ♥

sixteen

WE CAN DO ANYTHING ♥

muggle born

WE CAN BE ANYTHING ♥

emma is many things. but she's nothing if not spunky. she's not afraid to speak her mind, to tell others of how she's feeling and let herself be heard. she's not someone to take a situation lying down. whether it's saving the world from evil monkey-fish or getting a kneazle down from a tree without any protective gloves, she's there in an instant! emma is related to a very goofy wizarding family most would think are insane. and she has no idea how she could have inherited magical powers. she didn't even know how she didn't know half her family were wizards which turned out to be quite a shock for her! anyway, after discovering her powers, her personality changed. before she came to beauxbatons, her life was kind of dull and boring: regular routines, day and night, trying to figure out ways to enjoy herself on rainy days and such. but now, she's all full of energy like her cousins! excited and cheerful and exuberant and flamboyant. she's only a few months younger than her closest girl cousin, kabriel, so all is good.

emma is also quite a character. she tends to have mood swings sometimes, sort of wondering what to do with herself half the time and wondering what she's going to next the other half of the time. she enjoys doing things with her hands though - more than with her mind. she's not really someone who would go to school for the academics but rather for the chance to meet people and make future connections in the world. she's rather bright, but not excessively. she's more into drawing and photography than anything. she's sometimes seen with a camera that her aunt and uncle bought her for her acceptance to beauxbatons and she now carries it around, taking pictures (that move, OMG!) so that she can send them back to her mother and father. her mother is the connection to the wizarding family, and she realized that out of her four siblings (since there's her and her three older brothers) she's the only one with any magical powers what so ever. of course, her brothers now know that she's a witch, but they don't care. they're all very laid back, emma included, and it's like there's not a care in the world when she's around. she makes people forget little things that have been troubling them and then she goes out and does her stuff. when you're done, however, the thoughts still don't return until you have absolute need of them. it's just a little power that emma finds herself possessing half the time.

emma is stubborn, mischievous and immature. she's not prepared to deal with adult doings and she's certainly not prepared for anything bad happening in her life. she's stubborn because, well... with three older brothers, you kind of have to be to get your way. and she's mischievous because of her eldest brother, Jeremiah, was a schemer and taught her a few things. when he left, she was the one who had to take over and so she was the one who caused all the trouble, but was somehow able to get out of it with her mischievous ways and charming little tricks up her sleeves. she's immature in the sense that she doesn't understand certain concepts, and she will get a little mouthy and violent if someone upsets her (emotionally or physically) and she knows big words that would just sound ridiculous in a sentence if they were aimed to hurt someone rather than make someone feel good. though she prefers giving rather than taking, it also applies to her good and bad side.

AS REAL AS IT SEEMS ♥

her mother and father met a few years before they were married. they met on a rainy day and were married on one too. each of the four children in their family were born on rainy days, go figure. it's not like they planned it that way - it just happened. nonetheless, emma was born last out of her three older brothers. the eldest, jeremiah, was always the troublemaker, and then the other two were more calm and collected - more mature and dignified than emma and jeremiah who seemed to be closest to each other despite their age difference. jeremiah is now 20 whilst emma is now 15. the middle brothers, joshua and dimitri are cool and were always considered to be the cool poster boys of the family (even though everyone would always admit that jeremiah had the most charm and the best looks given to him from his beautiful parents). all three of the boys never became wizards, and joshua is just finishing his last year at the lycée down the street from their home in the muggle world. dimitri is out working for the french government and jeremiah is staying at home and starting his own farm a few miles away from their small townhome in Marseilles.

anyway, emma grew up peacefully, constantly being teased by her brothers and cuddled to death by her mother who had always longed for a girl. emma was just the last answer to her prayers. even though she was the only girl, she grew up kind of boyish and girlish at the same time. she found an interest in dresses and now wears them all the time. but she also found pleasure in skateboarding, surfing and other fun athletic things that most would think were "boy sports". she's not afraid to get tackled and she's certainly not afraid to get beaten up. she's strong since she's had to fight with her brothers, and before she came to beauxbatons she participated on many sports teams and was the MVP on quite a few of them. but slowly she wined down as her days at the lycée were drawing nearer. she spent one day there before she got to head to beauxbatons, right where she is now, just ready to start her new life (her cousin, kabes, leading the way) and making new friends, and hopefully finding something to do that would make herself different from the rest of her muggle family. her parents send her messages every day and her brothers talk to her daily (strangely enough, they find owl post easier than the regular old stuff) and they don't mind the droppings.

emma hasn't had any troubles in her family, and there have only been two deaths. one was the death of an unborn child, the child before emma so her mother had recovered after she had emma. and the death of her grand-père, Nanouk, who she was quite close to. but she had only been nine and it hadn't affected her life much. so her life is perfectly cheerful, happy and full of buttercups and rainbows. not to mention unicorns...

YOU'RE ONLY IN MY DREAMS ♥

emma had tossed and turned the night before, scared to death and yet so excited for the moment when she was to open her eyes. it was her fifteenth birthday AND she got to go to a new magic school! she had heard of such places, but she had never before dreamt that she would get to go. she had only recently found out from her mother and an owl from her cousins that she was now going to a school and that they were related to wizards. she suddenly felt miles closer to kabriel than she ever had in the past! it was such an amazing feeling to experience. when her eyes flickered open one by one, the sun was just beginning it's ascent into the beautiful purple sky. without waiting a beat, she lept out of bed and ran to the other side of her room, which she shared with joshua and shook him awake. "JOSH! JOSHIE! LOOK! I'M A WITCH TODAY!" she screamed, twirling around on the spot and giggling like a madwomen. She laughed and danced, oblivious to her brother, who was slowly rising from the bed and glaring at her. She took a deep breath and collapsed on the floor, glancing up at him in a cute kind of way that only she could get away with. instantly, his irritation vanished and he opened his arms for her. she immediately lept at the chance to spend some brother love time with him and cuddled up against him. "I'm going away to school. Are you going to miss me?" she asked him softly, wrapping her arms around one of his biceps (which were rather large, don't ask how he got them).

All she heard in reply was a faint murmur and she grinned. Of course he was going to miss her. She was his younger sister - his boo. She felt a rush of emotion toward Josh, who rarely showed any himself and she hugged him tighter. "I'm gunna send you messages every single day! OK?" she laughed, sitting up and glancing into her brother's pale blue eyes. She had only noticed this once before and had wondered how he had been the only one to inherit his father's eyes. she, like the rest of the boys, had gotten their mother's - those were a simple dark blue. dark blue eyes and dark hair - emma thought herself lucky to have gained such a nice combination of genetics. At last, after what seemed like years, she let go of her brother and skipped to her side of the room. Her pale blue robes hung against her dressed and she picked them up, flattening them up against her body and her non-existent chest. "These are going to look marvelous, don't you think so Josh?" she asked, glancing toward her brother who simply mumbled something again and grinned his charming grin. emma rolled her eyes and giggled before she began to walk toward the bathroom for the early morning ritual she had been practicing, getting ready for this day.

It was amazing how it was finally here and she would be going off to school! it wouldn't be that stupid, boring lycée that she had first assumed she was attending, but now it was going to be something amazing! a beautiful place and she knew it. she had only heard things from kabriel who lived there now and she had sent over some pictures but it had explained how they didn't do beauxbatons justice. she also talked of how she was going to show her everything and hope they were in the same house together! she was going to get introduced to all of kabriel's great friends and see how that worked out. emma was now nothing less than excited beyond belief! she stepped out of the bathroom, all clean with her damp hair up in a knot on the back of her head. She slipped into her school uniform and her robes and then began to deal with her hair. she wanted to look good when she got to the school and she wanted to look like a million bucks. well, not quite that much but more like someone who was excited and eager to get there. but not over-eager. just... looking forward to an exceptionable year there! was that too much? emma looked at herself in the mirror, her light blue headband matching the shade of blue of her robes. her earrings that were studs but shone in the light and her light layer of gloss on her lips, the only make up she ever wore, and how it glimmered. the only thing that would seem out of place were her black converse on her feet. her skirt let off just above the knee and all the way down it was smooth and wonderful until it hit her feet. she just laughed at the idea of it being weird. everyone probably wore them like that anyway.

Must be Sournois

[mizzlacandy]

First Name: Geneviève "Genie" Evette

Last Name: Bontecou

Age: 16

Appearance: About 5'6" and 119 pounds, Geneviève has short, long, or meduim length blonde hair and emerald green eyes often gleaming dark brown. She is often thought of as small but soon scratches that thought from people's minds. She doesn't look menacing or mean, but in actuality like a very nice girl. She doesn't wear much makeup, eyeliner, mascara, blush and lip gloss are her usual to-do's, but if she's feeling in the mood, she'll go slightly heavier. She is a natural beauty, but even that has it's flaws. Sensitive skin, that makes her cheeks look constantly pinched, but in a cute sort of way. Her hair is naturally curly, falling in soft ringlets on her shoulders.

History: Born in Versailles, Geneviève grew up in a predominantly magical family, never being brought up around muggle’s or anything less than pure-blood. Being a part of one of the wealthiest and snobbiest families there, always had its perks, she went to the best magical boarding school this side of France and never laid so much as a French manicured finger on anything to do with cleaning. She was brought up to be tough, smart, and without a doubt, perfect. Never a hair out of place, a wrinkle in her skirt, or a shirt un-tucked, Geneviève knew what her parents expected and it was not weakness or vulnerability. So, keeping to the rules, she grew mean and spiteful, believing herself to be better than others. Her sisters were no different, 9 years old and they already knew how to tease someone until they cried. Her mother, Cosette, was a socialite and one of the most respected fashion designers as well as the most hated. But she didn't care or at least that’s what she made it seem like. Her father, Gerard spent the biggest amount of time working alongside the minister of magic in Paris and devoting the rest to his new bride, Aimee. They had gotten married 3 months before, and insisted that they were in love, whatever that meant. Cosette was already on her 3 husband which seemed to already be tanking after only a year. Seeing her parents, divorced (over and over again) and remarried had given her the sense that love was overrated. It made her vow to herself never to fall in love with anyone. It was true, you could say she modeled her traits after her parents, and she saw nothing wrong with it. She was perfect, in looks, but her mind showed something different. If you looked closely you could see hurt, anger, and sadness, Geneviève never knew what it was like to have real family, she has never known what it's like having real friends, or nice sisters or someone to simply love her.

Personality: [/size] Geneviève would most likely be described as mean, arrogant, rude, spiteful, cunning, vicious, cynical, deceitful and venomous. Never one to follow someone else's set rules, she makes her own forgetting all about who she hurts or how seflish she can be. She doesn't know what it's like to be poor or not have money or how to clean or cook. But reading is her passion, with books she can go places. If her parents are fighting, she can escape to a different world, where cats talk and playing cards sing and dance. If another rumor has been spread about her, she can leave and enter a world where, houses fly, and the roads are yellow. It seems she becomes somewhat nicer when she reads, like all her problems go away and it's the one time she doesn't have to be absolutely perfect. The one time, she feels like she's indefinitely loved. Sadness is what you might see, if you looked deep into her emerald green eyes, and anger to match.

She's also a brainiac as some would say, excelling at almost everything, except getting along with others and knowing when to keep her big trap shut. Yes indeed, she loves to talk, almost as much as she loves to read. Gossip and rumors are her weakness, never knowing when enough is enough; she can crush just about any shy, timid, or sensitive girl with a click of her tongue and a sweep or her eyes. Sometimes it's unintentional, but other times, would be pure intention. Always one to have the last word, Geneviève takes arguments to the possible max, until the latter gives up. Very competitive too, she spends a lot of time figuring out ways to up stage someone that’s done even the least bit better than her. Without many people to control her and what she does, Geneviève never has to worry if what she's doing is wrong. And even if it would be, who cares? More than once Geneviève has been described by other girls as overly flirty, boyfriend, friend, friends boyfriend, it didn't matter, if she wanted him she got him. Who cared if he was in serious relatioship with a girl he loved dearly, Geneviève sure didn't. Once her eyes were locked on a boy, in an insta moment she tried her hardest to get him. But as soon as he got boring, he was was dumped faster than trash.

Sample RP: [/size] Geneviève sat in one of the squishy black lacquer chairs, tapping her pale pink fingernails on the arm. It was almost 2:30 and her mother was nowhere to be seen, her train left in an hour and Cossette wanted to meet for lunch. "Meet for lunch...like I'm one of her stupid clients." she thought, her nose wrinkling in disgust as she watched a lady with a Chanel handbag knock-off. Rolling her eyes, she sat back, crossing one of her lightly tanned legs. She felt more comfortable since she changed out of the dress she had been wearing earlier; purple satin with silver and diamond detail, and into a much more suitable outfit for lunch, dark skinny jeans, silver wedges, and a blue silk blouse. Suddenly, the click of heels reached her ears and her mother made her way towards her daughter. As usual she looked, smashing, her dark black hair cascading down her bare back, one side slicked against her forehead. She was wearing a brilliant backless black dress with a subtle plunging neckline and red heels. Her pale arms were covered in rings and bracelets. Her long, round fingers painted a deep red, gave her a sophisticated, but sexy look. She was flawless with black liquid eyeliner winging on her eyelids her lips deep red too. She waved Geneviève over, before snapping her cell phone shut, and giving her a meaningless smile.

"Hellooo, dahling" she said, her French accent thick."How are you zis evezing? I'm zo zorry I'm late," she hovered her hand over Geneviève's shoulder, "Hello Mom." she replied, not wanting to talk, "I'm just fine" she said, but her mother already had her cell phone whipped out and was screaming in rapid French at her assistant, Nanette, "Sacre Bleu!, you'd zink zat she would underztand how emportant zis dress is! It is Mimi Boudreaux's dress!" she practically shouted as they got into the car, she placed her phone and wand neatly in her lap. Mimi Boudreaux was Cossette best and richest client yet, the daughter of Napoleon Boudreaux, the richest man in France and the founder of Boudreaux Cheese and Sausage. She apparently, by the looks of it, was "ze most emportant dress eva!"

Geneviève grabbed her cell phone from her pocket to check the time, 3:00, she had exactly 1 hour to get to eat lunch, call her father and Aimee, and get to the train station. How in the hell was she going to do that? She sighed as her mother continued to hyperventilate every time she got a call from Nanette. They finally pulled next to the restaurant and had the quickest, but still graceful and posed, lunch ever. Seeing as she had no time, she quickly dialed her father’s number, even though she knew she'd never be able to reach him. She left him a goodbye voicemail, promising to write him soon, and shot into the car. They drove at top speed to the train station and Geneviève climbed out, her mother waving her wand and her luggage appearing in front of her. She grabbed everything and turned to say goodbye, only to get a face full of car exhaust as her mother and the car sped away, giving her the feeling that her own mother was glad to be rid of her.

MUST BE SOURNOIS[/S][/SIZE][/size]

[amethystdecastle]

First Name: Ameythst serena
Last Name: DeCastle.
Age: Fifteen.

Appearance: xs344.xs.to/xs344/09410/6892.jpg[/img]
History: Isabella VonEric-DeCastle born in paris, france and her husband Rylie DeCastle have given birth to twin girls Ameythst Serena & Abagail rosetta Decastle, half elf half veela the two girls are perfect but sadly befor their 5th birthday tragity strikes and Abagail is striken with the Leprosy doctors do everything they can do but it does not help abagail passes away 4 days shy of heir 9th birthday.

That day Something happen to ameythst she turned from a bubbly, vivatious girl to a dark and silently tortured Gothic girl. Ameythst begain to wear black dresses with fishnets she refused to leave her room all she did was sleep, play her guitar , sketch her parents worried for her but after 4 years.
She came out of that her origanal self just more artistic. her hair was longer her eyes brightend back up and she became the girl her parents had known before the tragic death of rosetta.

Personality: Ameythst is a spunky young women she is artistic and a fashion fanatic she is always looking for new styles and loves to have fun may it be at a dance or on a shoping spree if your around ameythst for long you would love her like family she is easy going and kind. But also would protect her friends and privacy.
She Is also very hard working and enjoys a good challange with in good reason.

[Sample RP ]Ameythst sat in her room sketching a new outfit when she heard her mother call her to get up. It was time for breakfast so Ameythst got up and went to her huge closet she looked through her clothes and finally after trying on about 5 different sets then she picked this outfit www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFi1nV21pYTIyM2hHVUZJTUh0TFBPNlEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg
Then she slowly She decended the marble spiral staircase. She kissed her mother & father then said "Bonjour manman, bonjour papa. " Her mother smiled and her father nodded and said "Bonjour ma cherie" her mother handed her a plate of freash crepes with strawberries and other fruit and orange juice .

Ameythst said "merci maman, Are we still going shopping today maman? "" Oui ma cherie, After your dance lessons and your etiuette with Madame gabrielle" said her mother she said " we are going to get your school supplies ma cherie" her mother smiled ameythstlooked at her mother in confusion for a moment trying to figure out what she meant.


Ameythst had always been home schooled then her mother said "ma cherie your going to Beauxbaton school of magic. "Ameythst's eyes widened in suprise she had aways dreamed of going to the most beautiful magic school in france. Now her dreams were about to come true.

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[sebast]

FIRST NAME,
Sebastian Llyod

LAST NAME,

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Nanette-Winchell
( goes by 'Winchell' for ease )

AGE,[/size]
sixteen

APPEARANCE,[/size]


HISTORY,[/size]

RUPERT WINCHELL - ISOBELLE NANETTE
half werewolf - - half veela

Born into a mixed ancestry, Sebastian is the product of a half werewolf father and a half veela mother. His birth was unconventional, meaning that he wasn’t planned, even wanted. At the ages of 20 and 19 respectively, his parents had only been dating for five months when the pregnancy was announced. Unwanted, his mother was all for an abortion, yet his father managed to persuade her otherwise, confirming that a child was to be born. Upon his birth Rupert (the father) naturally doted on his son, but Sebastian’s mother was more a background figure. Distant, she found it hard to grow close to a child she never even wanted. Eventually however, Isobelle did grow to show affection for Sebastian, enough to allow the family to move to Italy when he was eight years old, back to his father’s home.

His parents argued. A lot. Both territorial creatures by birth right they had tempers to rival each others and more. It made Sebastian feel even more tugged than he did. Maturing into adolescence, he displayed an unusual strength and an undeniable presence with his looks. And so his parents each attempted to reap the rewards they’d given their son. Sebastian became a staple at sports events hosted by his fathers more masculine family. And on regular weekends his mother would bond over shopping, though mostly by dragging her son along to find clothes with the exact fit. He was thirteen and a half when his father moved out. Not to say it had a negative impact. In a way that only this couple could, being apart drew them far more closely together. Rupert and Isobelle had never really felt genuine feeling past attraction, forced into unity through the pregnancy, though never marrying. Unable to cope with each other’s fiercer characters, they saw fit to part, and in doing so found each other to be far more pleasant, and thus a romance began. Sebastian was happy, though more so for his own sake. There were only so many balls he could kick and only so many jeans he could try on before his interest swayed.

Grandfather Winchell had always been a slightly freakier character to Sebastian. Very much wolfish in appearance, the young Nanette-Winchell could hardly say he was a fan of the predatorily look he was always given. He’d always noticed tension between his father and mother concerning his grandfather though wasn’t sure why. As it turned out his grandfather was a traditional man, to startling lengths. Viewing lycanthropy as a sense of unity over a curse, it had been the intention that Sebastian was to be bitten on his sixteenth birthday. Rupert as a youngster had avoided the fate, which only made his father that more determined to let his grandson into the fold. As wizards of the modern age, Sebastian’s parents vehemently refused, and figured that was that. However, on the full moon nearest to his birthday, Rupert Winchell caught his father lurking in the bushes. The final straw, he furiously detached himself from Italy, returning to France. But not before getting his father committed. Sebastian felt rather smug about the whole ordeal. He’d always known the old man was a crazy fool.

Now, throughout his childhood Sebastian had shown signs of magical ability, as all wizarding children did. And as such has always known he was due to attend a magical school, just not when. Originally he was signed up for a school in Italy, but it was at his mother’s request he was transferred to the rota of Beauxbatons, of which she was an alumni.

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Can you trust Sebastian? Of course. Can you rely on Sebastian? Best think about that one. Whilst being very loyal to those he knows and loves, this is one individual who can’t admit to being the type to uphold meetings. His knowledge of time keeping is questionable, and as such so is his dependency. He’ll always make the claim to promise to do something, but he can be a forgetful wizard (he’s got a habit of writing notes to remember things. On paper, his hand, anything available). A social plus and an educational minus, Sebastian is narrowly focused on tasks and very distractible. Catch him writing up a Potions Essay? Just say you’re going somewhere and he’ll all too easily stuff the said essay in a bag to tag along. It’s just fortunate that he works best under pressure, much to the annoyance of harder working individuals; Sebastian can write up an essay the night before and still gain a respectable grade without all the work. It isn’t advisory to resent him on this however, or to confront. Stemming from his fiery Veela roots, Sebastian can be a temperamental youngster. At times scathing and malicious, it’s best not to bring out his uglier side. You can be assured he can hold his own in an argument, and more.

Outgoing, Sebastian likes company and will agree to a wide range of shenanigans, to a more subtle cram session to a wilder bonfire. As long as theirs good company and the promise of a good time, he’s there. Charismatic, he’s never the one who stands in the corner, eating his feelings, and has a teasing nature, whether jesting of mildly flirtatious. Posing a slight risk, Sebastian can be reckless. He’ll say yes to more dangerous things without really thinking about things properly. And should anything ever end badly and turn over into a crisis? He’d be absolutely useless.

Sebastian is an approachable guy. He doesn’t give off any awkwardness in the way he stands, but just seems, well, normal. To look at him you won’t find someone who’s disastrously preppy or someone who’s looking around with a glare that could turn to flesh to stone. Of course this means he’s a friendly character, not particularly judgemental, and someone who if talked too will gladly talk in return. He does however; question a certain type of person, namely Werewolves, if for nothing more than his experience with his Grandfather, who had a questionable opinion towards life. Though he’ll laugh the experience off, it has however installed an uncertainty around Werewolves in general, though he’d never admit that. The young Winchell is also a very neat person, everything has a place and all things have an order. At times it’s a compulsive trait, something he feels he has to do, or else think about it the whole day without rest. Sebastian can be awkward, especially when others bring their emotional problems over to him. Simply, he’s not sure how to act when others are crying on his shoulder, and though he’ll offer physical comfort, more often than not any soothing words have no thought out basis as he’s completely clueless as to what to say.

Contradicting however, when it’s his time to be affected by events or by people, he massively relies on the company of others. Having never really dealt with emotional issues that well, if left to his own devices Sebastian runs the risk of an out of character depression and a severe pessimistic out look on life. To pull him from a drowned characteristic, he relies on the comfort of others, for others to understand, listen and to help. Usually however, it is only larger disasters that affect him so, more commonly he presents himself as a cooler individual who can merely brush any attempts to wound him aside. On the other end of the scale, Sebastian can rely on other’s intentions for an entirely different reason altogether, more so for a more physical intimacy. In regards to relationships he’s sixteen, male and so doesn’t really set out for a long, healthy prospect of children, houses and marriage. But be warned, being drunk or lack of sleep makes him loose and scarily determined. At times a shameless flirt, he’ll throw himself at others in a mass of winking and chat up’s. When composed he’s a straight lad, but when drunk or tired the line blurs to the point that he’ll take whatever. Hey, straight girls kiss each other all the time at parties, so it’s not that weird, alright?

SAMPLE,[/size]
Blearily opening his eyes, Sebastian grimaced as the room spun around him. With a tired moan he touched the temple of his forehead, patting his head as though he had the hands of a healer. Course he didn’t and the only thing that it really done was helping him stand more sturdily. As sturdily could ever be. Paying for the previous night with a shocking lack of knowledge and balance. Dazed, the dark haired lad looked around. Now that, he determined, was odd. From what he could gather he spent his nights in a dormitory. A lovely little space filled with lots of beds, company and what he suspected to be swan feathers for stuffing. Undeniable the very hub and definition of comfort. Yet to look around, Sebastian doubted a tree could ever be mistaken for a bed, nor that the leaves that gripped the sleeve of his sweatshirt could ever be swan feathers. Suddenly the boy was made all too aware of his lack of inside accommodation, more so by the sound of a kick of a ball.

“Oi, shut it,” what had meant to be a boisterous cry came as a quiet, disorientated warble, only induced by the knocking on his head. Literal without the hammer, Sebastian couldn’t exactly say he enjoyed the benefits of a good night out, the hangover hardly the perfect gift to receive from his endeavours. Sitting up with his eyes closed, Sebastian Lloyd racked his brain, that damaged little brain of his, trying to recall the events of the past. Of course there was a void of nothingness, just a simply white noise that came with a lack of knowledge, though at points there were sudden glimpses of occurrences that Sebastian had to rely on to be the truth, and not some drink induced hallucination. In his mind’s eye Sebastian recalled a crowd. Well, he’d never exactly set out to drink alone. A bonfire? At one point he remembered someone having a fight, punches were thrown, he’d been away from that though. Oh yes, that was it. With a glimmer of embarrassment Sebastian recalled budding up to anyone who’d even looked at him. In a questionable sense at that. He groaned, smacking his forehead, agonisingly aware that chances were he’d some explaining to do.

Rising with a complete lack of grace, it didn’t take long for Sebastian to realise that feeling as well a shearing the crunch of strewn twigs was hardly a natural sign. Changing a glance down below, he was bemused to find that his feet were on display, wiggling toes and all. Overtaking previous memories as now being the strangest occurrence he had ever faced, as he walked back towards the school, the misguided students mind battled between dull aches and highly imaginative accounts of the grand case of the missing socks, let alone shoes. Stepping out of the Forest and back into the realms of normal life, self consciously he brushed himself down, unfocused movements picking off leaves and dirt, anything that would appear to indicate he hadn’t slept in the Castle. As reckless as he was, Sebastian didn’t think his parents would think to fondly of receiving a stern warning from the Headmistress, detailing indecent behaviour. Or, just maybe, they’d still be completely wrapped up in themselves that they wouldn’t care.

He wouldn’t take that risk. Making a point to smile at those he passed, thinking to himself that he looked completely ordinary (as dirt covered and shoeless could ever be), a movement of doubt flickered over chiselled features at a taller frame. Maturely dressed? Check? Coffee in hand? Check. Breast pocket no doubt containing the dreaded red pen? Unfortunately check once more. Waving half heartedly at the teacher as he passed, Sebastian replied quite seriously at the questioning, suspicious glance to his bare feet. “This? I’m.. going for a paddle. You know, can’t take the fish out of the sea.” Stumped at his own words, he made a shooing gesture, indicating haste and attempted to quicken his pace, propelling himself to some distance between him and the only figure of authority for miles. Fish out of the sea? What the hell was all that about? If anything it should have been wolf out of the forest, or veela out of the beauty salon, something that actually had merit! Sebastian Winchell shook his head. Oh the benefits of a night well had. What a beautiful start to the morning. Or was that afternoon?


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[matilda]

FIRST NAMES ,

Matilda Adélaïde.

SURNAME ,

Babineaux.

AGE ,

Sixteen.

APPEARENCE ,

PERSONALITY ,

INDEPENDENT

"Why would I let someone else do something that I could better?" was the response that Matilda gave when people would ask why she was so damn independent. Well, that pretty much sums it up. Tilly has always been the one leading the group, not following it. Even within the confines of her family she has always been the more assertive one, choosing to forge her own path. Many have referred to her self-reliance as a gift, knowing that her strength comes from within and not from being told what to do. Others however, have affectionately called it arrogance. Despite the side that you take on her independence, you could never call the girl lazy or unfocused. The world has always been her playground, something to explore and take in. Her independence finds its origins in the large kitchen of the Babineaux estate, her mother putting a tray of blueberry muffins in the oven. "It's lovely to be taken care of, Tilly, but learning how to take of yourself is the best defense you have against this big old world. You have to be able to help yourself before you help others," her mother would say as Matilda sat at the old table, coloring in the lines. Over the years, this lesson became a natural part of Tilly's way of thinking. It made sense to her; taking care of yourself makes it easier to help others. However, the independence that was taught to help others eventually became a part of her personality, influencing all areas of her life.

OPEN-MINDED

Okay, so this might surprise many, especially those who count Matilda has an enemy, but the girl is actually quite accepting of others. Going along with the stereotypical Babineaux traits, Tilly is quite fair and open with other people, preferring to give people a chance, knowing that what you do to other will be given back to you. She has always had an array of friends, thanks to her brother's connections and her own. Her friends have included brainiacs, druggies, party kids, goody-too shoes, rebels, and beauty queens, but Tilly just shrugs and says, "More the merrier." She accepts people for who they are and for what they're not, knowing that conformity is second to death.

PASSIONATE

Now, this is a trait that just about anyone knows about when talking about Matilda. Call it the Babineaux stamp, but everything Tillt does is done with vigor and dedication, not accepting anything but perfection. She jumps into things completely, fearing the unkown with a smirk on her face, and using her emotions to experience the world in all it's positives and negatives. Relationships, though completely mysterious and inpredictable, have always been something that Matilda loves, it being either friendly or romantic. Her friends always have her full attention, because she considers them her family and her family deserves the very best. Tilly's dedication to her friends and the concern of their well-being has alwas been something that she prides herself on but continues to strive for. She is always found in the company of four or five friends, cracking jokes or talking about the cute blonde in Herbology. The love that she has for them is beyond most and she would do just about anything to help or protect them. Now, romantic relationships have always been a bright and dark spot on Matilda's life. She throws everything into a project, even if that project is a relationship. Commitment has always been a key ingredient in a loving relationship to Tilly, and that applies for both involved. Despite her easy going appearance, once her trust has been broken, she is fast to become a dangerous enemy, and will make sure they know it. She isn't beyond a hex or fight in the corridors, and has been sent to detention a few times for it.

EASY-GOING

Alright, so the girl has a mean hex, but honestly, she isn't one to start a conflict or fight, simply because she bores of them. She doesn't use her energy on making a fuss, and will bend to avoid a scene. While Frank has always been the subborn one, Mister 'I'm-Gonna-Rule-The-World', Matilda has been the 'Yeah-You-Do-That,' as she laughs. Though she has always assumed the leadership position in her group of friends, she has never been one to push people down to get there. Her passive side is much more evident with her friends, which can leave people wondering how she was the twin of Frank. However, she has never been regarded as a pushover, especially in the face of an opponent. Tilly stands strong in the fact of an oppressor but prefers to lay on the grass sleeping. She's a lamb inside the body of a lion.

CHARMING

Oh, the gift of a lady's charm. Despite Tilly's constant denials of pureblood traits, the family charm is the strongest evidence. It could be seen as a gift or a curse, but Matilda has always been able to use it and use it well. With just a few casual compliments and a bright smile, Tilly could get out of a day of detention or get a free butterbeer. Call is manipulation if you like, but Tilly calls it polite manners. Though it goes against her dedication, her charm has always been an aid to getting things done, and she isn't ashamed of it. Flirting has always followed her charm, making her popular among the young men of the school. Knowing how to get the things she wants has raised some eyebrows. Her charm however has been known to leave the 'dark side' once and awhile, choosing to make someone feel more accepted or to relax their nerves. She has always been a wonder at soothing tense situation with just a few silky words, and a small smile. Frank always shakes his head and says, "You've got this whole school around your little finger, don't you?"

Oh, never.

HISTORY ,

001. Born four minutes after her twin brother, Frank, Matilda Adélaïde Babineaux was born on October 4. Dear Augusta had been in labor for twelve hours, cursing and threatening every nurse and doctor who 'took too long' with whatever they were doing. While Frank came into the world screaming up a storm, Tilly entered quietly with her eyes large and curious. However, after being prodded with some needle, she let out a scream and flailed her arms around.

002. Matilda's early childhood wasn't extraordinary but full of all the simple delights that childhood innocence promises. Naturally, her and her brother were incredibly close, always side by side, Frank leading the way as Tilly followed with a big smile plastered on her face. Despite coming from a long line of purebloods, Matilda grew up without the notion of any kind of 'blood supremacy.' Her mother had grown up with muggleborn and half-blood friends, and they spent many afternoons playing games with Tilly and Frank, making their blood or lack of magical blood, nothing but a fact on a piece of paper. However, the wealth that her father's family had made through the Ministry had amounted over time, and provided the Babineaux twins with anything they could ever desire. Matilda always had the best, and holidays became synonymous with gifts. However, the luxury was shadowed by the strong values of equality and normalcy that her parents had instilled in them, making the gifts nothing too be defined by.

003. At a age young age, Tilly had a special knack for reading, devouring the books in the family library and the ocasional novel that her father picked up. While Frank spent his time running around, Matilda spent her afternoons in the back garden, emmersing herself in the story that was sprawled across the pages of her book. Her parents took notice of her intelligence and questioned her future house. However, Beauxbatons was far enough in the future to leave them shrugging off their child's house, preferring to finish up dinner instead. By the age of nine, however, both Matilda and Frank began showing signs of a magical ability. Tilly had spent yet another day in the library, staring at the book on the top shelf, thinking that if she could only get it down...and suddenly it crept itself across the shelf and hovered down to the ground and into greedy hands of Matilda. On the other side of the house, Frank exclaimed, "I knew I'd get it!" as he discovered his ability. As Robert and Augusta tucked their children into bed that night, they thought, "And it begins."

004. On their sixteenth birthday, Frank and Matilda received their invitation letters from Beauxbatons, prompting a fit of screams and laughter in the Babineaux kitchen. Tilly, after tearing through the envelope, ran around the house screaming, "I'm going to Beauxbatons, I'm going to Beauxbatons!" until her mother could grab her and make her sit at the table. "Mom, don't you understand? I'M GOING TO BEAUXBATONS!" About a week following their excitement, the twins departed to the local wizarding village to pick up their school supplies, something that they found beyond amazing. While Frank ran off with their mother tailing him, Tilly made her way through the streets with her Aunt Bea, who explained the ins and outs of the school, the good teachers and the ones you could avoid. They finally made their way to Enchanted Wands. At the opening of the store door, the shopkeeper looked up and smiled, saying, "Oh, Mrs. Babineaux, how nice to see you. What do we have here? A witch without a wand? That won't do!" as Matilda ran up and introduced herself and asked to see a few wands. Upon trying out three wands, each with completely disastrous results, he came out of the back with a slim box. "Why don't you give this one a try, Miss Babineaux," he asked as he opened the box revealing a dark brown, almost black, wand. Matilda smiled and picked it, as her hand instantly heated up upon touching it. Swishing it to the left, a spiral of warm air flowed around her. "I thought that would work. Let's wrap it up."

RP SAMPLE ,

Tilly sighed, rolling out of her bed with a loud thud. Ignoring the protesting groans and grumbles from her sleeping dorm mates, she rubbed her eyes. Slowly, her misty blue orbs became acquainted with the dimmed brightness of the early morning. Blinking several times, the small girl ran a hand through her messy blonde mane. She pulled a handful around her shoulder, closer to her face, so that she could inspect it. The gold color of her hair glittered in the muted lighting of the room, giving off the same familiar shine she saw everyday. Her fingers ran over the fine strands, feeling for knots and bumps. When she was satisfied, she tossed her hair over her shoulder again and threw her head back. Normally, Tilly wasn't up this early, but the previous night hadn't been kind to her. Like usual, she tossed and turned in a restless fit all night. However, it normally calmed down and allowed her three to five hours of sleep. Unfortunately, it wasn't one of those nights. In fact, Matilda was counting her lucky stars that she actually got a half hour of sleep after that night.

With a groan, Tilly pushed herself up from the floor, not bothering to mess with making her bed. Like a zombie in a bad movie, the girl skulked around the room looking for clothes. Her pale hands combed over the room, coming into contact with hundreds of items, but not really feeling any of them. With great difficulty, she located an old, over-sized band shirt - a relic from her father - and a pair of shorts. With as much difficulty as it took to find the clothes, the girl dressed. Grinning, she looked down at her small frame, pleased that the shirt still fit her. Granted, it hung loosely from her body, but it was closer to her size than most borrowed shirts. Her mother had been a skinny little thing, with the same small waist that Tilly inherited. She tugged at the familiar fabric, a feeling of warmth and comfort settling into her skin. It had been months since Matilda last touched anything of her mother's. With that thought, a small frown creeped its way onto the girl's face, pulling the corners of her mouth down a bit. She didn't want to think about anything unpleasant today - at all. Today, she was going to stay positive. No home sickness!

Tilly ran a hand through her hair again, considering her possible options. She wasn't going to do anything unpleasant. Thus, she needed something pleasant to fill that void. To Matilda, one of the most pleasant things to do was to fly. Instantly, she felt better. She dropped her hand, adjusting her shirt one last time, and ducked down on the floor. With a new sense of motivation, the girl yanked her broom out from under her bed. She ran her fingers over the smooth surface, feeling the familiar scars and wounds, all of which had a thrilling story. Picking herself back up, the girl clutched the broom in her left hand, grabbing a thin hoodie with her right. In a slapdash fashion, she draped the hoodie over her left arm, plunging the right under her bed covers. She fished around for a second, eventually emerging with a pony tail holder clutched in her dainty hand. Quickly, she placed the holder in her mouth, wriggling her free hand up through it so that it rested snugly around her wrist. Most likely, Matilda wasn't going to bother with the hair tie, but it was still safe to carry one anyway. Then, without so much as a glance back at her slumbering dorm mates, Tilly quietly slipped through the door.

As the common room came into view, Tillu grinned. There was a couple draped over the couch, various papers littering the table in front of them. Rei had never had an encounter like that, nor did she truly wish to have one, but it was still slightly endearing anyway. The girl hurried past, praying that they didn't wake up and try to question her. She wasn't going to deal with anything unpleasant, counting talking to people. The girl slipped through the exit, the familiar twists and turns of the palace closing in around her as she swiftly navigated her way through the underground tunnels. Almost no light filtered through to the tunnels, leaving a dark and dismal feeling throughout, of which Tilly was a fan of. The damp walls glittered around her, catching whatever light actually was there. Rei smiled, happy to be in her element. She and the dungeons were old friends. Oh, how many nights she spent searching for hidden answers and secrets! it was pathetic, really, that a girl her age had the most fun when she was exploring the dungeons. Pathetic, yes; insane, not quite.

With remorse, Matilda bid her dungeons good bye, pushing the large door to the corridor open. She winced as the bright light of the corridor hit her eyes, forcing her to recoil. She lifted her broom, using it as a protective shield for her eyes as she pushed the door closed and set off through the corridors. Almost in a run, Tilly's blood boiled as she navigated her way through the corridor. The thought of flying sent a shiver down her spine the way only flying could. Next to music, flying was one of Matilda's most loved of hobbies. Flying gave her an excuse to leave her world and fly above any of her problems, putting herself into a place where they couldn't find her. Tilly, like so many other people, found it much easier to run from her problems rather than face them head on. It was extremely cowardly, but Matilda didn't care. Right now, the only thing she cared about was getting to the pitch to fly. Almost as if magic, Tilly's feet carried her to the large set of double doors leading outside. With a smile, she pushed them open and welcome the morning light.

MUST BE ROUERIE

[alisha]

Name: Ali Maire Star

Age-16

personality- Ali is really girly, always pink, she is always blushing. and loves to be with people who understand her. who arent judgemental and who are nice. Ali loves to play Quidditch, but she sucks. she's a really sweet girl and is nice to everyone, she always says she will be friends to everyone who is worthy of friendship, and in Ali's eyes, thats almost everyone.

mom died and Left Ali with her dad, who is a drunk and doesn't now, nor has he ever cared about her. her mom was killed, by a deatheater. she refused to join them, and they killed her. they still try to get Ali to join them ,and she refuses, making them want to kill her as they did her weak mother.

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[shane m.]

NAME

Helios Declan.

LAST NAME

Delebrah.

AGE

Seventeen

BLOOD

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APPEARENCE

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Helios is 6'1, and weighs 210. Although he looks skinny and tall, he's very powerful and has muscles. He has brown hair, and blueish gray green eyes. They look a yellowish blue in the light. He likes to wear Abercrombie and Fitch and Hollister and all the name brands.

FAMILY

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Fajeera Septor/Delebrah - Mother, 48, Veela
Hallacaster Delebrah - Father, 52, Veela


Cataria Delebrah - Sister, 20, Veela
Tavern Delebrah - Brother, 20, Veela


Fazeria Fiona Delebrah - Twin, 17, Veela
Severious Miale Delebrah - Triplet, 17, Veela


Eris Delebrah - Niece, 11, Veela X Seer

PERSONALITY

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Cold He doesn't give much care to those he doesn't know, quite frankly he will give them the cold shoulder. He wont show emotional to someone he's just hurt, emotional or physical. Although he isnt much of a physical person, he will start if you set him off.

Sarcastic Oh man, sarcasm is like his second languge. He usually gets annoyed easily, and if you piss him off he will start to get snappy sarcastic. Rarley will he be tease, he usually is serious or pissy.

Snappy/Defensive If you get on his high horse, he will start to talk and play nasty. He will easily get affended, so he'll become defensive for what he believes in. In this, again brings up the point that hes annoyed easily.

Flirty A flirt. Hes a very big flirt, and if he doesnt get his way with a girl, he will try everything in the book to win her over, even if just for one night. He likes his one night stands, and his little flings, so hes pretty stuck up.

Rude/Decieving Looks can be decieving is right. This statement is his theme. Although he looks charming and sensitive, and acts it around a pretty lady, behind the mask is sheer ice. Hes rude, and loves to bug people and get them mad on purpose.

Selfish Oh, quite. He hates sharing things, and when something good happens he will make sure nobody else can enjoy it. It's quite childish, but he likes to try and keep this part of him to himself.

Creative Being a journalist has it's up, for Helios, this is his only nice point. When it comes to writting, its a passion and he makes sure it's great. During his writting times, if you catch him on a good note, he might be a little more calm and nice. But on a bad day, he'll lash out and try to cause emotional pain.

Manipulative Oh, he loves to take advantage of people. Weather it's young girls, to teachers, to ex-friends, he'll try. It's one of his crueler parts, because when he becomes Manipulative, he wont care who he hurts as long as he is happy.

Stressed Through it all, hes a very stressed out man. Because of his writting, he's always on the move and always expects the best. This is were his ego comes from. Because of stressing, he doubles the standerds and expects better from everyone else, so he lashes out in ways that sometimes he doesnt mean to.

Charming/Romantic Hes quite charming before you meet the real him. He uses all his best tricks, and he likes to coon the ladies in to believing he was a very sweet person. If his tricks work, this brings out, the more feminen side of him. His romance side is usually real, unless the girl he is with is just a friend with benifits. He likes to be a romantic guy, it makes him seem better.

Longing/Doubtful You might not believe it, but Helios is longing of three things. One is true love, to feel loved by someone. Two, is to change from bad to good. Although those chances are slim, theres always a possibility. Third, is to be successful. Through his already success, he has doubts that he'll make it when hes older, although people who care thing different.

Hurt/Broken Now, dont get me wrong this does not mean he is Bi-polar. What this means, is his heart has been broken. Helios has never truly been loved by anyone, except his sister Chantress. He's hurt emotionally because every time he's tried to show love to someone, they've pushed him away. He's grown cold over the years from all the heartache, thats the best way to put it.

Intellegent He loves to put things into theory. Hes quite a math and science geek, actually. Although he acts like a total ass, hes really a smart boy. He has a soft spot for ancient history, and loves to learn about jewelery from the times way back when.

Observant He sometimes looks very closely to things, tries to read people further. He likes to try and figure people out, see what there like. Get into there head, although it usually doesnt work.

Independant He doesnt like doing things with other people, it makes him uneasy and very worried that something is going to go wrong.

Nervous Sometimes, if he really likes a girl, or maybe guy, he will get nervous and frankly become quiet, only speaking when spoken to because of his horrid past, and learning manners.

Lonley In general, he justs needs someone. A lot of the time, he'll sit alone and feel empty.

HISTORY

He was born into a rich family in france, his mother, Fajeera, was pregnant with triplets. Himself, Faziera, and Severious. Altong with two older siblings, Cataria and Tavern. Him and Faziera were most bonded in the family, from age one they did everything together. At first, Helios was quite a caring and sweet person. Always wanting to help other people. Unlike Cataria and Tavern, himself and Faziera were sweet and nice. When he was three, him and Faziera took up horse back riding. Although he wasn't a real fan of it, he still did it to make his sister happy. When he was five, he was riding a horse named Spit Fire, the horse was wild. But he insisted, and like any rich kid, he got what he wanted. It was going well, until he almost fell forward and Spit Fire bolted off. He was scared for life as he fell, he sprained his neck bone and colar bone. He broke his nose and his right wrist.

From then on, no matter how hard he or Faziera tried, he couldnt ride horses again. He was scarred. Eventually, when he was seven, being a straight A student, he began to write short stories. He was quite smart, so he used it for something useful. For a young kid, his parents and teachers were deeply impressed. They told him he had great potential. Finally, he turned twelve and was in Junior high, with his sister and twin. He met a young girl named Daisy, she was perfect. In every way, an amazing body, a charming and sweet personality, she was smart, and... just perfect. He soon fell so hard over her, he tried being there for her, but she'd push him away and never give him the time of day. That was when he began to change. He began to become more independant and secretive, even to Faziera. He tried to toughen up for her, and eventually, he asked her out.

He was fourteen, and her words to him changed him for good. "I liked you before." She said, his heart was shattered and he became someone lonley inside. He began to shut out most of the people who tried to be nice to him, like his twins. Although they tried to help him out, it never worked. He was always focused on writting articals for the newspaper in school, eventually, Daisy moved away and he worsened. From age Thirteen he had been a heart throb, evil and devious. He'd begun to have a lot of outings with young girls, stealing there hearts and then shattering them as fast. He soon became a great journalist. He started to do medical jourtnalisim, and do articals and critiques for movies and artists and songs. His opinion was honoured, and everyone knew this.

Eventually, when he was sixteen, his parents finally revealed to him and Farieza that they were Veela's, so most people admired them. He was proud, now he knew why he was so perfect. He used it to his advantage, and turned it up a notch. The night before he was sent to Beauxbatons, him, Farieza, and Severious got into a huge fight, that night, Farieza died because of cutting her wrists. That was another large breaking point to him, he was over the top depressed. He left with no goodbyes, only sadness. He grew more arogant.

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY

A frustrated sigh escaped his lips, before he pressed them together tightly. His eyes still scanned the tan piece of paper that he was usuing for an artical. He was critiquing the outfits of Selena Gomez, who wore a very... interesting outfit to her movie premiere. Actually, it was appauling to Helios. He turned himself in his wheelie chair, before sighing. The dim light from desk lamp made the features of the dark room barley visible. “Hm…” He murmured, creasing his lips to a dangerous smile. He needed to finish this article before Saturday, and today was Friday. So tomorrow was the deadline, if it wasn’t, it would be the deadline for his future career and job. A knock on the door brought him back, “Yes?” He asked softly, although the stress was still visible. Are you ok? the voice asked, he grinded his teeth. “Im. Fine.” He said through clenched teeth, he gripped the side of his desk, Are you sure? It asked. He slammed his fist on the desk. “If I wasn’t fine?! I wouldn’t have Said fine!” He shouted, bitting his bottom lip. The voice went silent, and it disappeared down the hall. He figured it was likely Cataria or Fajeera, but he didn’t care.

He unclenched his teeth and sad back in his chair, grabbing the pen and chewing the bottom, in a fit of mental anger, he began to mentally beat himself. He kept quiet, cupping his hand over his mouth, his lips curled down in a frown. His eyes held a vain look to them, one that wasn't very thoughful or loving. He set his pen on the paper, after thinking hard. And he began to write. He tried to use much detail, details to desribe the disgusting outfit Selena had worn. He had no remorse to what he was writting, and no matter what Selena would comment back, or if she even read it, either way he wouldnt care.

He ran a hand through his brown hair, and glanced at the time. Almost Ten pm. A shudder came to him as he thought about losing is journalist job, that was about one of the few things that scared him right now. He loved his job, and it paid good. He began to doze off, the light beaming into his eyes, he reached over and shut it off. Laying his head down gently on the desk, he closed his eyes, and gave a deep sigh.


Must be Sournois
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[dantedeluca]

NAME

Dante Leonardo Edwardo DeLuca

AGE

Eighteen

APPEARANCE



He’s Italian. Need I say more? Standing at 6’4” and weighing in at 200 lbs, Dante is not a little guy. He’s very, very tall. Maybe not basketball star tall, but tall enough to hit his head on a door frame. He has very many Italian charms. Dante has deep golden brown eyes. They used to be brown, with a bit of green in them, but ever since his being turned into a werewolf, his eyes have brown and gold in them. He has your typical prince charming strong, button nose. He has pretty normal sized lips, and as for the inside of his mouth, he has generally straight teeth, and two almost razor sharp canine teeth. He cheeks dimple slightly when he smiles or grins, which he does a lot. Dante’s chin and jaw line are strong and chiseled, a small dimple on his chin. He has chocolate colored hair, dark chocolate when it’s wet. His shaggy hair is mid-length and is usually brushed pretty neat, unless you see him after he gets out of bed. As mentioned, he’s a tall guy. His body type is definitely athletic, and he’s pretty clean as far as hair goes. He was an Italian model while he still lived there—but only in the summer. School was always first. He also is addicted to quidditch, so that attributed to his body type. As far as his wardrobe goes, he likes to keep up with what’s in style, and loves brand name. His favorite look is a pair of dark jeans, a white dress shirt with a grey vest over it, and a black tie. He isn’t one to look bad when he goes somewhere. He’s pretty laid back, but he can be fancy too.

HISTORY

Picture it. Sicily. Eighteen years ago. A beautiful brunette woman named Serafina Bonaducci-DeLuca lay in a hospital bed. Screams fill the air as she gives birth to a beautiful baby boy. She looks to her newly wed husband, Leonardo DeLuca, a charming brunette man, and says “We’ll name him Dante Leonardo Edwardo DeLuca”

So, that’s how this all began. Dante was sent home with his parents the very next day. Serafina and Leonardo DeLuca brought him to a home that would be his comfort zone for his next eighteen years. His parents gave him a lot of love from the very beginning. Unfortunately, Serafina didn’t get to see Dante grow up too much. She died of a mysterious illness after only three years of being a mother. So, his father was left to care for him. His father, who was a professional Italian quidditch player, had to care for him all alone. Knowing this, he got Dante a nanny while he had to be away, but this isn’t a sob story. Dante would have a very happy life, and see his dad all he needed to. His toddler years were full of laughter, although he went through three nannies who were driven insane trying to keep up with the little tyke. He was an energetic little monkey.

Dante had a pretty normal life up until he turned ten years old, when his magical powers began to make themselves known. His father told him he was a wizard with magical powers, and that totally turned his life around. Oh, and did I mention that his English nanny was actually the one that taught him to speak fluent English? Yeah, that kind of pales in comparison with the whole magical wizard thing. He got his first letter from Firenze’ Institute of Magic, which his father framed and put up on the wall. He was so proud of him. His father taught him everything he needed to know, gave him quidditch pointers, and bought him his stuff. With a few goodbye’s, he was off to Firenze’ Institute. He went there until he was seventeen. Throughout his years, he passed with flying colors, made friends, got into a few fights, nothing major. He wasn’t nearly finished with his magical training yet. Firenze’ had a whole different level of magic lessons than other schools, so he had to go to a more acclaimed school. Of course, he didn’t plan on going to school again, so he went back home. Little did he know, he’d be getting into some trouble.

When he was about sixteen, his father got remarried, and he got a new mother. His life changed since then, and when he came home, it was different. He had a sister, and a mother, and it got to him. He started hanging out in the city instead of at home, not able to deal with the new family. One day, he caught the attention of a group, that claimed to be a mafia. With some heavy persuading, they got Dante to join them, and they used his size and body build to their advantage. As a part of the initiation, he had to kill his first victim, and he did it. He had a long history with those boys, little did he know they were werewolves. After a year, he started to tire of the mafia scene, and he wanted out. He quit, but the boys wouldn’t accept that. One night, when Dante was in the woods behind his house, the wolves hunted him. His life changed in an instant. One minute, he was sitting near a tree, thinking his life over, and then the next, he was running for his life. Eventually, those wolves did get him. They left him nearly mangled and covered in blood. His family found him, all of them scared for his life, except for his vampiric sister. She was the one that helped him. She bit him, sustaining his life. He was a werewolf now, though he was different from other wolves. His sisters bite affected him somehow. His genetics adapted to the vampire venom, twisting it in a way that benefitted him. So, now he was a hybrid, the first of his kind (that he knew of). His father and mother were scared for him, so a few weeks later, he was sent to Beauxbatons in France. He left after learning a little bit of French. So, now he attends school there, hoping for a fresh start.


PERSONALITY

There are many aspects to Dante’s personality, so we better get started. He is very accommodating, meaning he’s easy to deal with, and he’s always eager to help someone else. He may have money and clothes, but he isn’t lazy or greedy. He’s an active person. He has a lot of energy, which explains why he randomly does back flips. He’s athletic, which builds up even more energy. He can be a little crazy, but it’s better than being lazy. He’s restless at times, though. He can’t stand to sit still for a long time. He has to be up doing something. It’s amazing he gets any sleep, although sleeping is something he can do very well. He has a lot of stamina, which comes in handy, because he’s very adventurous, loving to explore and be a dare-devil. Needless to say, he’s a hyper guy. Actually, he takes medicine for that, if he remembers to take it, he’ll be okay.

Dante is pretty affectionate and caring, as much as any straight guy can be. He’s an all around pretty nice guy. He’s a good listener, and always has time for his friends and family. He’ll give everything he has to protect his friends, but sometimes he’s too overprotective, and gets involved in things that don’t concern him. He has a noble cause, but it still gets him into trouble. So does his hilarious jokes. Hilarious to most, offensive to enemies. He’s very sociable, especially at a party or when he’s telling jokes. He’s a laid back guy, so he’s comfortable around other people, whether just a few or a big crowd. He’s a gentle guy, and he’s dependable. He’s always there for people, friends and strangers alike. Sometimes, he’s too trusting, and gets hurt. He’s nice, a bit too nice. People often try to take advantage of him, and when they do, that’s when his temper rises, even though he tries to control it. Having werewolf blood, he has heightened testosterone and anger levels. He can be a beast when called up, especially on a full moon. On a normal day, he’s a very cheerful and vibrant guy. He has a smile or a grin on his face most of the time. He has a positive outlook, but when he’s depressed, he’s very down and it takes a lot of coaxing to get him to be positive again. He can be a sensitive guy. He understands other peoples’ feelings.

This werewolf is very enthusiastic. When he finds something he likes, he become very passionate about it, and stays faithful to it, whether it be a hobby, a sport, or a girl. He’s faithful to anyone who befriends him, and will defend them with his life. He’s pretty selfless. Although, he doesn’t like to share girlfriends. He becomes overprotective when it comes to the one he loves. He’ll glare at any guy he thinks is staring at his girlfriend and keeps his girl so close she’s practically in his pocket. His overprotection gets him in trouble, turning into a macho jerk when he thinks a guy is coming onto his girlfriend. He doesn’t think before he talks and acts, which can be reckless. He’s a charmer, a natural flirt. He can be overprotective with his girlfriend around guys, but he’ll carelessly let a girl flirt with him. He flirts with everyone—he’s just that way.

Dante is very artistic. He can’t draw or work with charcoal or anything, he paints. He loves to paint landscapes, and also he can mold clay and make statues. He also loves the theatre, and loves the concept of acting on stage and on film. He’s constantly got a camera in his hands, having a huge love of photography. He’s very musical too, although he doesn’t plan on a music career. He loves music, and plays several instruments, including electric and bass guitar, piano, and violin. So, to sum this up, Dante is accommodating, active, adventurous, affectionate, cheerful, dependable, easy-going, enthusiastic, energetic, generous, gentle, independent, musical, impatient, restless, sociable, spontaneous, trusting, charming, and flirty. Good mix, huh?


SAMPLE RP

I want out…

Those words woke him. Dante opened his hazel eyes, fluttering his lashes as he adjusted to the new-found bright light. It was blinding. Where am I? The Italian boy looked around the room, surrounded by four white walls. He pushed the lamp above him to the side, the blinding light dimming, his shadow appearing on the wall that the light was shining upon. He sat up, looking over to a couch. There lay his father and step-mother. They were sleeping, and looked worn-out. The boy looked down, his eyes catching an IV injected into his arm, an oxygen tube under his nose. I’m in the hospital? What happened? Dante looked around the room. He was in a large hospital bed, which was risen in an upright position. The walls were pure white, with a single painting of an autumn landscape. There was a 19” black television set hanging from an attachment in the corner between two walls. An Italian talk show was on. Something about two women who’s husband cheated on them so they became lesbians. Dante shifted his eyebrow, rolling his eyes, his left hand gripping the ID bracelet on his right hand. What had happened? Just as he pondered that question, he looked to the forest, his eyes widening as his vision went white. He was having a flashback.

The woods. It was a place full of little creatures, and was also a great place to think things over. Especially on the wooden chair that Dante had carved from a big oak tree. It was dark outside, probably about eleven at night. The moon was full, and he was staring at it. He needed to think, but he couldn’t. He kept hearing noises. Dante stood up to a full height of six foot four. Running his hand through this chocolate colored hair, Dante scanned the area. He didn’t see a thing, until he looked at a bush from afar. There were golden eyes staring at him. Did those mafia kids send something after him for quitting? The mafia wasn’t something you just quit. “Damn.”, Dante mumbled to himself, starting to slowly step back toward a tree, suddenly taking off with a start, running through the woods, dodging tree’s, roots, and many creatures. He wouldn’t escape.

He looked back, and saw nothing. Dante had to concentrate on running. So, he looked ahead, just to see a large werewolf in front of him. He couldn’t believe it. His eyes widened, and he looked for his wand. But just as he did, the wolf punched him. Dante flew a good fifteen feet and slid along the ground. Man, that thing was strong. The brown-haired Italian leaned up on his elbows, squinting his eyes heavily, trying to get his vision focused once again. Before he could, the wolf grabbed his neck, it’s nails sinking into his skin. It was definitely Benito, the head of the mafia. The wolf growled and slammed his straight down to the ground, Dante coughing up blood. Before he could get up to make an escape, the wolf stuck his sharp claws through his stomach, ripping it open. With a large scream, his vision faded.

Dante was back in the hospital room. The boy wiped his eyes, as if he had just awoken, which he did. He couldn’t believe how weak he’d been. The werewolf figured his father and mother found him. Sighing with stress, Dante rubbed his neck, finding two sets of bite marks. One was by a wolf, one by vampire. He looked to the love seat, seeing his sleeping sister. She was the source of the vampire bite.

“Just so you know…”, a voice suddenly pronounced itself. Dante looked to his father, who was now awake. “You’re going back to school.” Dante groaned, slamming his head back onto the pillow, exhaling deeply before drifting back to sleep.

Must be Cossu

[ameythstdecastle]

First Name: Ameythest
Last Name: Decastle
Age: 15
Appearance:
History: Isabella La marche-DeCastle was a bride for 10 months when she & Her Husband Eric Markus Decastle moved to paris, France the lived in a large home on the beach after living in the home for 8 years Ameythest Rosemarie DeCastle was born healthy and full of energy. Ameythest was a sweet girl full of energy and Very loving. When Ameythest was 4 years old Her Sister Joelle Kitta was born but sadly she passed away just 5 months before her 5th birthday that day Ameythest went from happy and sweet to dark and depressed she spent 3 years in her room just crying and writeing ,playing, singing sad songs.
Ameythest's Parents began to fear for her health because she refused to eat anything But after 3 years of nothing but water she came out of her room he old self just the way she was when her twin sister was alive but she was even more artistic (if at all possable) Ameythest is a Fun,hardworking, artistic Beauty.
Personality: Ameythest is a Joyful happy person she loves to have fun at apropriate times but when fun time is over she is a hardworking polite and Artisticly gifted Girl. She will lend a helping hand to anyone in need and not hesatate to tell a bully to back off she does not stand by when some on is bullyed she will tell the bully stop it now or she will report them to their head of house.
Ameythest is not a Volent person in anyway unless you push her to far then the ugly side of her veela half is noticeable but that is extremily rare. Ameythest is half Elf and Half Veela.
Sample RP: One beautiful Summer morning Ameythest Rosemarie DeCastle awoke to the smell of Crepes
and fresh fruit. She had just finnished making her bed when she heard "Ma chère, viens le temps de déjeuner.
Dépêchez-vous de danse cher en 1 heure pressé s'il vous plaît." She smiled and replyed "Bonjour maman,
Oui, je serai dans un i moment besoin de se changer en premier." Her mother said "Ma chère, pourquoi ne pas porter votre nouvelle robe. Madame Gabrielle n'a pas vu vous dansez dans celui-là pour l'instant, elle se fera un plaisir de vous voir dans la robe qu'elle vous a donné." Ameythest sqealed in excitement when she heard Madame Gabrielle would be teaching her today Madame Was her favorite dance teacher she said "Oh Oui Maman" She then ran to her wardrobe where her dance outfits were kept She found the dress and bag of accessories. she went to her mirror and got dressed when she was ready she looked like this:
*Ameythest's hair is black though*
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Then Ameythest glided down the Spiral stair case to the dinning room where she saw her mother smileing proudlyas ameythest entered she said "Bonjour maman, Bonjour Papa.
Ameythest kissed her fathers cheek and then she heard a Young voice say " Bonjour, Comment allez-vous Ameythest, Ma Parole, cette robe ne vous convient vous regardez exquisites ma chère" Ameythest looked and saw her teacher she quickly made a graceful curtsy and said "Bonjour,
Comment allez-vous Madame Gabrielle, Merci beaucoup madame et moi avons votre croyance gracieux dans mon danceing à remercier pour la partie dans le madame jouer. Je ne vais pas vous décevoir Madame."
Madame Gabrielle smiled and nodded she said" non ma cherie non" Ameythest sat down and eat gracefully taking her time to be a proper young women eating with grace and poise as she had been taught as a child.


PENDING *HOPING*

[charlotteblack]

FIRST NAME:

charlotte

MIDDLE NAME:

diana

LAST NAME:

black

AGE:

fifteen [five hundred and three]

BLOOD-TYPE:

vampire

APPEARANCE:

PANIC RAINBOW ?!@caution2.0

FAMILY:

Birth Parent's names are unknown

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Matthew Black - 18 (dead?) - Vampire/Wizard


Lillyana Black - 16 (dead?) - Witch/(?)

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Amelia Black - 8 (dead) - Witch


Grace De'Night - 671 - Vampire


Steffen De'Night - 689 - Vampire


Isabel Rousseau - 547 - Vampire


Gabriell Yule - 593 - Vampire


Rose Montague - 525 - Vampire


Anthony Hurst - 530 - Vampire

HISTORY:

Just as it happens to most vampires her age, Charlotte, is a bit fuzzy about most her her past from her childhood and up to when her youngest sister, Amelia, had died when their parents pushed her out of a window in another one of their fits of anger. Her and her elder brother, Matthew, and her older sister, Lillyana had always wanted to run away together and for years they tried to plan their escape in hopes of having a better life away from their parents. None of the kids ever forgave their parents for what they had done to Amelia, not even to this day. Even so she can recall what generally happened some things that far back in her memories are pretty sketchy, but she tries her best to remember them as much as she possibly can. Though some things she remembers more clearly than others, and those things happen to be the memories she's thought the least about. Two years later after her younger sister's death Charlotte has almost died herself, by her own parent's hand. Still not sure how it started she remembers her older brother Matthew stepping in between the three and demanding that all this stop. Though it took a bit to convince their parents they did stop, but not before they left some serious marks on Charlotte which she still has scars from today. And that attack was one of the three factors which led the kids to run away, though another one would be when her sister had gotten secretly to a man who left to fight a way, but never returned home. Lillyana was devastated by his loss, but about a month after his funeral their parents had made arrangements for her to marry a richer, much older man who had a reputation for having wives turn up dead.

A bit after hearing that the three finally decided it was time to leave their parents and the life they knew behind and travel someplace else where they could start new lives together, just the three of them. They were two towns away when they met the handsome man in the alleyway who offered to hide them for the night and not speak of having seen them: but he turned out to be a vampire and he turned all three of them. The change was a complete blur to Charlotte, but when she woke up everything seemed much more clear to her; the air, sound, smell, just everything. It was like she had a small adrenaline rush of some kind, making her feel as though she could do just about anything and live through it. She saw Matthew was already awake and in some sort of daze while he was cleaning himself up with a wet piece of cloth while watching her. Lillyana was no where in sight, causing a small panic to go through Charlotte, but Matthew just calmed her down and tried to explain the situation to her as ha saw it. Apparently Lillyana had died during the change, or so he was told, and they had a choice to either leave with the group or leave right now, alone. Of course the two chose the more logical choice and left with the coven in hopes of learning what had happened to them and maybe get a few questions answered. They were forced to wait until dusk before they could leave since even a small speck of sunlight on their skin burned them heavily, as though they had just stuck that body part into an ongoing fire. Once they were finally able to leave Charlotte and Matthew learned the names of their new family; there was Grace, Isabel, Rose, Anthony, Gabriell, & Steffen.

Some of them were together and some of them were related, just like Charlotte and Matthew, but they all acted like a family together. Since Grace and Steffen were the eldest of the group they were like the mother and father to everyone, always being the somewhat serious ones, and the seemingly all knowing as well. At times Charlotte would go to Grace for advice whenever she possibly could, she grew pretty attached to her new family and loved them all so much. She could tell that Matthew was having the time of his life with the coven too, learning how to fight, feed, and make enchanted jewelry so the two may venture out and into the sun light whenever they pleased. It all seemed like a total party to them and at times they wish they were turned to this life earlier, then maybe they could have saved Amelia. One night, in the year 1758, while the coven was out feeding a large mob of people of the church went after them all, fighting them and losing their lives even before they charged at the vampires. Though the group was much larger then the coven had seen and more and more just seemed to be coming out of no where causing them all to split up between the girls and the boys. Charlotte tried her best to get back to Matthew, but it was no use since Grace was picking her up and dragging her back to their hideout. That was the last time she saw Matthew, and the last time any of the women saw them men of their coven. Heartbroken and confused some of them went out to look for their lost men, but returned empty handed.

Charlotte felt so alone without Matthew, she left the coven to go out and search for her lost brother, hoping and praying he wasn't dead and was looking for her too. She searched for many years, into the 1890s, and still no luck finding her brother, the alone feeling had never left her since that night. Remembering the magical trinkets she could create to allow her to live among the humans she crafted as many as she possibly could, letting as much magic as she possibly could sink into them. For a while she lived with the humans, changing states every so often so she wouldn't be detected by anyone who might be curious about her. For a few years she explored America, but felt it was best for her to stay in France where she felt closer to her family.

PERSONALITY:

Over the years Charlotte has let go of her uptight and quiet self, as she acted around her parents and before she was changed. Now she's a pretty outgoing and determined girl, but at times can contradict herself, personality wise. Steffen, the leader of the clan her and Matthew were with, would always tell her she's fragile and ferocious, vulgar and noble at the same time. She never really understood what he meant back then, but now she realizes exactly what she meant. It meant that really no matter what her feelings of right and wrong will always guide her to make certain decisions, at least that's how she interpreted that. She was frail from having lost so many people she loves and cares about, as well as not being able to fight since none of the coven members wanted to teach her. ferocious, because she was always able to stand up to those, but never really was able to back it up, though when she was mad enough she was able to kick butt. vulgar, because she had quite a mouth on her, especially when she was upset of mad about something someone had done. Nobel, she had a very good sense of right and wrong and never chose the wrong path unless it was completely nessicary to survive and always had ehr head on right. She was pretty kind hearted to all in the coven, mostly her brother since they were blood.

Her brother, while he was still with her would tell her something similar, that there are two kinda of women in the world, those who look good in the rain and those who don't. She was both, being able to stand tall in the rain, during all the bad times was something she did fairly well, especially with her parents. At times she does get a bit depressed, especially after she was separated with her brother and feels as though she's completely alone in the world. As though a piece of her is missing ad no matter what she does there seems to be no way to fill that hole. Her heary yearns for a family to call her own once more, like the coven she was in with her brother, that was a true family. Even so she can be depressing at times she is pretty sarcastic, in a fun way, to where everyone knows it's sarcasm and they take oart in it as well. It's mostly joking around, but sometimes there are those few who take her sarcasm as her saying they're pretty much an idiot, which isn't true. Her and Rose would get into play fights together, just laughing more then they talked really, it was nice to have someone like that around. Though now she's always looking for others to play fight with, so she can laugh once more instead of sulking in the past.

SAMPLE RP:

Walking alng the edge of the forest she watched as a group of humans stumbled around the quite park, drunk and unaware of her presence what so ever. The feeling of thirst burned in her throat as she stalked toward them, being as quiet as the wind itself. None of them were aware of her yet, good now i guess i can finally eat something. Charlotte waited as one of the humans walked over toword the bathrooms, telling the rest that he'll meet up with them in a second. A smirk crossed her lips as she followed him in, making herself known by letting her footsteps make a sound for once.

Turning around the human smiled at her and asked her if she was lost or something in a sort of annoyed, yet flirting tone. Charlotte let her eyes go from blue to red as she cornered him in one of the stalls and pinned him down. Ignoring his cries for help and for her to stop she bit down on his neck, had enough to draw blood causing him to struggle in an attempt to get away. Her hold on him was too strong and tight, she was beginning to cause bruises on his wrists and before she took too much of his blood she let him go. Charlotte watched as he laid there on the cold bathroom floor, motionless and close to his death, more so then he was before.

The other humans could be heard in the distance, seeming to be running toward the bathroom so before she could even be seen she crawled over the wall separating the men and women's restrooms. Waiting for them all to go through the bathroom door she quickly ran outside and back into the forest where she was watching from before. Doing things like this wasn't her ideal way of living, but at least she only needed to do so every few weeks, sometimes only once a month. It reminded her of the hunts she and the coven would go on ever two or three weeks, normally just going after animals, but from time to time they would hunt humans. Normally only every two months, just to change their food up a it and keeping everyone stronger then ever.

Must be Rouerie

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[cooper]

First Name: Johanna
Last Name: Cooper
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Johanna was born on the last day of the year in the year of 1993. Her parents thought of it as an end of the year present almost since it was a surprise to them. Her parents being the polite type, they found anything dirty unspeakable so when they announced that they were going to have a baby, it came as shocking but a happy moment nonetheless. Johanna was to be their first born child out of the three children they would have. Her parents would be those inexperienced parents that were given so many tips that they would become parents that didn't know exactly what they'd be doing. They would be typical parents with their first born child.

Nothing special happend with Johanna's birth since she was a muggleborn and her parents were muggle borns as well living in America in a smaller town in the Mid - West. Her history is quite boring indeed mostly for the three years she lived so far. Two years and eleven months, Johanna became an older sister to a younger sister: Leona Cooper. Johanna was no longer the child with all the attention. Johanna loved having another person to play with, but at first she thought her little sister was incredibly boring since she couldn't do much at first. So went on the typical life of a muggle and their unexciting past.

It wasn't until another four years later that Johanna's parents had another baby girl named Natalie. Johanna has many memories of when Natalie was living rather than when Leona was born since her memory could process more. So the real pressure was on. Johanna had the responsibility of being the oldest and the role model and not get into any trouble. She was the one to look out for her younger sisters. She couldn't wait, she told herself over and over again when that time would come. The family of five grew up with their two kittens in a muggle house in America for awhile and lived peacefully.

Moving made it difficult for Johanna when her father lost his job and had to move to another state in America. At first Johanna didn't like it, but after a year she was making fast friends. Just like the rest of her life, Johanna lived a safe life and didn't have much spice to her life. Middle school came she these would be the dark periods she would be talking about to her children one day. She was a loner with a small tight group of friends. Two years of middle school made her want to change her image of what people thought of her and when high school came around, Johanna had it all planned out. She controlled her image well and made good first impressions on people during the first week. She made fast friends and soon she no longer felt like a loner with a few friends, but she felt like a person who had man of a variety of friends.

Sophomore year passed like a breeze and now it was summer. Johanna who was still not liking how she lived a safe life was sitting in her room on her computer. Some weird things had been happening to her lately and her parents kept taking her into the doctor trying to have them explain what was happening. Nobody knew until finally a new doctor came in saying that he knew what was going on. He explained that Johanna was a witch and needed to go to a wizarding school to be trained or they'd find her eventually. Confused at first her parents and Johanna didn't know what to do. The doctor explain that they should find a school that they want her to go to and register in hopes that she would be accepted.

For a month, her parents searched high and low for the best wizarding school and finally found one in France. Registering, her parents hoped that they were doing the right thing by doing this. Sure enough while Johanna was sitting by her computer, she got a letter from an owl saying that she was accepted into Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.


Personality: Hanna likes to think she's a simple person and for the most part she is. She was raised as a reserved child that was at the max of self conscienceness. She was afraid of many things including being yelled at because she found out that she wasn't perfect and she made someone angry. Hanna was formed into a selfless, helpful, and reserved person. Being this, she didn't have much to say when conversations were going on unless she was abosolutly comfortable with other people around her. She often gets intimidated by people and it's the main reason why she doesn't talk much: she's always afraid she'll make a fool of herself and is afraid of what other people will think about her. Growing up she didn't cry unless she was abosolutly hurt. Her relatives have told her over and over again how strong she was. She took this to pride and then guarded her feelings all the more. She figured if she kept it up, they'll think she's still strong. Born a muggle in America, Hannah went to a muggle elementary school. When they moved, Hanna felt that she had lost all of her friends and that she'd hate the new place. This affected her greatly since she was quiet and didn't know how to act around all these alien people. The wrong crowd warmed up to her and she had some weird friends. As she got older, she grew sick of these people and she became more outspoken.

Now at the age of twelve, Hanna found her true friends. She became comfortable with herself for once and she found peace. Her life was golden now. Middle school she became akward and thus her awkawrd stage in life where all her bad qualities came out and everybody thought she was incredibly weird. She just laughed a lot, obsessed too much, liked reading, had a weird fashion sense, and was quiet. To her she didn't understand it. She figured it was her appearance so she instantly began to shape herself to be like the other people who were much cooler than her. She also did it because of a certain boy. Middle school was a living hell for her. High school came and she strove to be more like herself and try to get more friends with her energeticness which she had plenty off. She controlled herself for a first impression and successed greatfully.

Soon she found peace within herself and found out who she really was. She even wrote this down so she could analyze herself since that was what she was: an analyzer. Hanna was a problem solver. Always needing answers even to the most impossible things in the world. After a year of high school she found out many things about herself. People told her her laugh was the most amazing thing ever and couldn't help but laugh along with her. She did love to have a good laugh and laughing was one of her hobbies she had stated once. She's incredibly gulliable. Sometimes is was on purpose just to get a laugh out of someone, but most of the time it's just pure gullablity. Everybody in high school had some bad launguage to them and thought dirty. Growing up none of this was allowed, therefore she was the innocent one and was told this many times. Hanna already knew she was lazy and liked the fast route like most Americans. Procastination is a key point along with her friendly aura about her. Being helpful is all she can do and be a selfless person.

Hanna isn't a person who knows how to take a compliment. She figures this so because no one ever gave her a compliment in middle school and found this a weird concept. It was usually her the one to give all the compliments, not the other way around. Growing up, she thought she was smart, but now she realizes that she's just an average person with average intelligence as well as height. Though she has found some peace within herself, she still fights with her appearnace and thinks she's ugly and isn't as pretty as all the other girls. Being modest has made her this way and why she can't take a compliment well. She gets very pessimistic towards that and can be very sarcastic all the time. Over time she has become an outgoing person, put she may not always be the life of the party even when people say she's the life of the party and the one to bring the mood to the party. Hanna has a wide variety of friends which brings her wide interests and wide friendships. Most of that comes from being an open minded being. She may judge, but she scolds herself and then tries to open up.

Hannah doesn't fit anywhere. She's such a various person. A person that floats from one group to another. She likes to think she's creative with her short story writing, but to her, she's terrible yet genious with the things she comes up with. Hanna is a secret history junkie along with astronomy. Completly in love, but doesn't know if she should go with a career or just keep it as an interest. Hanna has always been confused about her future. Because of this, she has always wanted to meet a Seer and see if they could predict her future. Of course being her logical and realistic self, Hannah knows that it isn't as easy as that. Her head is just up in the clouds with a logical head stuck on her in those clouds.


Sample RP: Johanna sat on the airplane waiting in anticipation for it to land for her to go to the home she would be staying in while school wasn't in session. Apparently her family had relatives who lived in France and were happy to take her in while school was out. Johanna sat next to a stranger on the airplane, but thankfully she had the window seat and could stare out the window as the airplane flew her to her destination.

Headphones stuck in her ear, Johanna softly played music from her ipod and her thoughts were consumed of images of the new school she'd be going to. Trying to picture what it might be like, Johanna pondered thoughtfully. Many times her thought process flickered back and forth between subjects. This was her time to start new again and try to improve herself even more. Hoepfully this school would be like high school and the subjects would be in her range of intelligence. Would she get to pick her own subjects? And the thoughts rolled on.

Getting bored with music, Johanna pulled out a book and began to read for the rest of the plane ride. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep since she could sleep on moving objects as hard as she tried. She figured this out the summer before her sophomore year at high school when she traveled to Boston by bus. Not a fun time trying to fall asleep in the most uncomfortable positions. The rest of the plane ride was uneventful while she read and listened to music. She got no phone calls or any texts since it wasn't allowed and she was frankly quite lonely and bored with this ride to France. She wondered if she would have to learn a new language or if people there were fluent in English also.

The plane finally arrived in France at the airport and Johanna pulled out a picture of the people that she would be staying with. Her parents thought of everything including what the people looked like she was staying with. Suddenly thankful that her parents were very over the top organized and thought of everything, Johanna got up from her seat, grabbed her belongings and began to make her way slowly off the plane. Taking the long walk from the airplane to the luggage pick up, Johanna's nerves began to pick up on her. Her thoughts sped up to the maximum and she began to worry. Finding her luggage, Johanna began to look back and forth between the picture she held in her hand and the crowd. It was about fifteen minutes before she found the people she was looking for. Walking over to them, Johanna introduced herself to them and once they heard her name, they began to take interest. They took her in without a second thought and Johanna was on her way to their car. Her nerves died down slightly, but she still thought of the day she would have to go off to her new school.

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[isabellee]

- First Name: Kayla
Last Name: Moore
Age: 16
Appearance: Emily browning

History:
Kayla is from an Italian family but she was adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Moore, when she was born, she never gotten to know her real family but Mr. and Mrs. Moore are like real parents for her. Her parents adopted Kayla because they couldn’t get a child of their own but after they got Kayla Mrs. Moore got pregnant with a boy. Kayla had gotten a little brother called Jack. Three years younger than Kayla. She loves her little brother very much; Jack is a muggle, clearly. Unlike Kayla, Jack wasn’t homeschooled. He went to an all boys school.

When they found out Kayla was witch her parents were both very supporting. Her little brother Jack was jealous at first and therefore made fun of Kayla. At first Kayla was home schooled by a wizard called Simon Marshall. He was a very good professor and Kayla’s parents paid him well for teaching her.

Being homeschooled was easy for Kayla, professor Marshall and Kayla became very good friends and he helped her with everything, even quidditch. It did cut her out social though, she didn’t had that many friends except her brother and her neighbor. But Kayla was glad to have professor Marshall because he was a friend to her. She didn’t mind being homeschooled at all but then…

Years go by and her parents became older, Mr. Moore became sick and Kayla stopped studying to help her dad. Jack kept going in school as normal but Kayla was there to help her father whenever he needed her. It was a sad time in her life but she was strong for her father. She took care of him and became very orderly.

During the time her father was sick Kayla and Jack grew stronger, they became tighter and started talking more. Because Jack was always worrying over their father and Kayla was always there comforting him, telling him everything was going to be just fine.

When Kayla turned fifteen her dad became healthy again and Kayla wanted a change. Her Mother and father were as always very supporting. And together they decided that Kayla was going to Beauxbatons.

Her brother became a bit sad of his sister leaving but accepted it eventually. It was hard for him because he loved his sister dearly; he looked up to her and needed her. Kayla didn’t know he needed her that much, Kayla didn’t see herself as a very strong person even though she was.



Personality:


Honest
Kayla is very honest; she never had a reason not to be honest. It was the way you were supposed to be – Kayla used to see it.

Loyalty
Kayla is the girl who stands up for her friends and never let them down even if that means that she has to do something that might scare her or something she isn’t comfortable with. For example when her father got sick, she took care of him even though she had school. She was there for him every day and night making sure he got his medicine and the food he needed. That was a part of Kayla’s life where she was very sad but she was being very strong just for her father’s sake.

Orderly
Kayla needs everything in its order, she freaks out if it isn’t, and that is mostly because of taking care of her sick father when she was younger everything had to be in order. Kayla writes lists of everything. Because she cant allow herself forget something. When she took care of her father she one time forgot to make a list and then forgot to give him his medicine. Which lead to Kayla feeling so guilty and her father ended up at the hospital.
From then on Kayla wrote down everything.

Shy/Out going
She can be taken as a shy person but when you get to know her she talks like no one else. When she’s with her little brother Jack, she is out going but if it’s a new person she know nothing about she can be a bit shy but that’s only to protect herself.

Sports
Kayla plays quidditch, as a seeker, it was always just for fun. Professor Marshall thought her and used to play together.

Confident
Kayla is not a very confident person but she doesn’t have low self esteem either. Shes not the girl who says “I know” when someone tells her shes pretty. Shes the girl who blushes and says “Thank you”

Curious
Kayla is very curious of herself but when she is she’s also very nervous. If she wants to find out something she can be very scared/nervous doing it

phobia
Kayla is scared of the dark, and being locked in somewhere not being able to get out.

Party
Kayla likes to party when she gets the chance, she loves dancing but mostly with her friends.

Sample RP:
Kayla was sitting in the common room with her list of things to do before being with her friends from the other house. She ignored the noises behind her; everyone was screaming and talking about the daily prophet. Something about death eaters attacking again. She shuddered by the thoughts of death eaters. She shook the thought of them out of her head, she didn’t want to think about that. It only made her feel ill. She didn’t notice her hands were shaking till she realized the pencil in her hand kept hitting her piece of paper, making small ink spots all over it. She dropped her pencil and ran her fingers through her dark long hair; she looked around her, then grabbed her things and ran out of the common room.

She needed to concentrate so she hurried up to the library. Her heart pounded faster as she took up the speed. The library was quiet just as she wanted it. She looked around wondering where she was going to sit, In the corner with not so much of light. It’d be hard to read there she thought. In the middle, she thought, then shook her head. No that’s too attention seeking Kayla thought. The table she used to sit by was taken by Nicholas White, she didn’t want to disturb him but she wanted to badly to sit by her table.

She took a deep breath and approached him; he looked up at her and smiled. “Hey Kayla” He said and Kayla smiled. He was in a good mood, she could tell. Otherwise he would had sighed, turn the page and pull up his round shaped glasses. Maybe even fix his tie a little. But no, she could tell he was in a good mood so she pulled out the chair and sat down. “Hi Nicholas” She smiled.


Done, hopefully this will work.

Please change your diplay name to match your character name

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[kimmiekitten]

Name: Paige Melinda Aspen Kyler

Age: Seventeen Years

Appearance: Paige has long wavy true-brown hair which reaches her waist, she usually leaves it out and free, when a wind picks up she grins and spins no matter where she is and watches as her hair surrounds her like a blanket on a cold winters day. Her eyes are a deep bright green that shine with a mischievous spark hidden behind slightly guarded eyes. Several scattered freckles dance across her pale pink cheeks. A tiny heart necklace always hangs from around her neck, a matching one was given to her identical twin sister by their grandmother on their fifth birthday, although her sister now longer is with her it is a memory of both her sister and her grandmother so it always remains with her. She doesn't believe in using make up at all but will occasionally only use some gloss if it is needed.

History:
(this is a VERY short version of it )
Early in the morning of January the 23rd, Annabella Juliet Smith-Kyler and her husband of Six years Joseph Maxwell Dayton Kyler welcomed twin girls Paige Melinda Aspen Kyler and Brielle Matilda Cherish Kyler into this world, twin younger sisters to their Five and a half year old son Dominic Zacariah Noel Kyler.

Both little girls were born almost two months earlier than was expected, Paige was born six minutes after her sister, both screaming to the skies as they emerged into this all to exciting world we live in.

At a young age Paige began to realize things were different, her mother was barely home and they were pretty much being raised by a live in Nanny unless their father was home from work for a change, unknown to their parents their Nanny would often show the young Kyler children some magic, one after noon when the twins were only six their father returned home early and discovered this fact. Unexpectedly he picked both girls up and sat upon the couch in the family room, calmly asking the Nanny to continue what she was doing.

This became a regular occurance for awhile, Joseph Kyler soon explained to his children about magic and how most of his family had been wizards and witches, but their mother never knew of any of this, for the time being they would need to keep it quiet.

Most of the children's lives was rather normal, except for their mother never being around much of course. Their father tried his very best to spend time with his children, as much as he possibly could, he dearly loved his children and made sure to at least be home on important holidays.

Growing up Paige, Brielle and Dominic were always very close as siblings, they had their moments where they would fight and argue, disagreements were often but soon they were back and stronger than ever.

At the age of ten it felt like they didn't even have a mother at times, their father soon managed to be home more, he started working from home and started home schooling the children, often teaching them some simple magic which all three children simply loved, Paige quickly took this new subject of learning in stride and was soon rivaling her older brother.

Soon enough as her brother told her father, "Paige will use it in her pranks", she soon did, true. Often closing her eyes quickly and appearing in different parts of the house when she knew she'd be caught. Managing to teach herself to levitate so she would never need a ladder or to even climb.


At the age of Eleven it was discovered that they had a younger sister Samantha, she showed up late one afternoon with a social worker, Samantha was only Two years old at this stage, Samantha was found curled up under a bed alone with no signs of her mother. Upon her discovery their parents began fighting terribly, Samantha wasn't her mothers child but was infact their fathers. A Half-Sister.

Due to these events their mother soon walked out on them, leaving their father with their three children and a young toddler, quickly things change far too quickly, where laughter once surrounded their home was now stillness and an awful vibe that even the young Samantha could sense.

On January the 13th, Joseph Maxwell Kyler passed away, leaving behind his Four young children. Suddenly Paige found her life changing way to fast, as each of the children were underage and there were no known relatives to care for them, they were taken to a foster home, sadly things didn't work out so well. The children were soon seperated, the twins finding this the hardest as they screamed and tried to stay together, quite literally as they wouldn't let each other go, needing to be physically seperated at a point.

Her heart broken from the loss of her father and the seperation from her siblings, the now twelve year old Paige was alone in the huge world, each night she would pray that somehow she could be returned to her siblings, even one would be ok for now.

A month after the seperation, Paige met Kazuki, a strange 16 year old, green haired boy who insisted he was an Elf, now Paige's father had told her about magical creatures and different things, Veela's and Vampire's, Werewolves even!

Now a boy insisting he was an Elf wasn't that hard to belive was it?

Quickly Kazuki and Paige became close friends, despite age differences, this strange boy helped her manage through the hard time and she helped him with his strange past that he never spoke much about other than a few comments. Kazuki reminded Paige a bit of Dominic and she reminded him of one of his sisters.

Almost a year after meeting him Kazuki said he had to go but before leaving he promised her they would meet again one day, as a parting gift he gave her the very first guitar she would ever own. Somehow she felt stronger and soon gained some of that mischievious spark she once held within herself. Soon the Orphanage she was now in became full of excitement, her she gained the nickname 'Roller coaster Paige'.

Things remained rather 'normal' once more, a few pranks here and a load of extra chores handed out as the children laughed at the headmistresses now bright pink hair.

At the age of fourteen Paige found herself alone once again, the head of the orphanage had had enough and she was kicked out, Paige ran...

Being alone sure isn't easy particularly for a young teenage girl, the world is a rather dangerous place at times. Paige discovered this rather quickly but being strong and showing her bravery she survived the two years she spent there, she managed to to fully trust one red-eyed guy named Brisbane, he taughter how to survive right and brought the spark back to her eyes. Late one night Paige was found by a purple haired boy as she was resting on a park bench. He gained her trust surprisingly quickly even to Paige it was quick.

Within the next year she stayed with the purple haired boy who she now knew as Merlin. Merlin soon found himself in another family but still occasionally visited her.Brisbane still hung around a lot but told her what she needed was a family, she denied this for a long time but inside she knew he was right.

Merlin and Brisbane continued trying to get her to find a family to stay with until Paige turned 17, they finally convinced her to go with Merlin one day and soon she found herself welcomed into a new family. One that knew of magic and muggle lives, she found herself amazed at how open and welcoming this family was, with vampires and Elves and Wizards living among each other, even a few ghosts lived with them.

As promised Paige met with Kazuki once more and he hadn't changed a bit, a few weeks after Paige joined her new family a phone call came, someone had found a little girl, Samantha had been dound and quickly the now eight year old child joined this miss-matched family.

Although Paige is now much happier she often she still wonders where Dominic and Brielle are, are they alright? Will she see them again? These questions are still un-answered but all she knows is her adventure is still only begining...

Personality:
Paige is truly a very sweet and motherly type of girl, due to events in her past she is very protective over those she is closest to and will always be the first one who jumps in if someone needs help.

On the outside she appears as very outgoing and brave, but she loves playing jokes and is very playful at times she often teases her adoptive brother Merlin, despite struggles she has faced in her life she always tries to look on the bright side of

things no matter what, she often gives advice to people and is very helpful she will always be willing to help anyone and everyone, even if they have hurt her before.

Although she is like this she really finds it hard to fully put her trust in people, so she doesn't have many people who she calls real 'friends', one of her closest friends, although watching them you wouldn't think it at first, is her older adoptive brother Merlin, they are constantly teasing each other and she brings out his playful and childish side, often you will see one of them highly embarrassed when the other is around.

When you manage to get close wnough to her you will see her more calm and relaxed side, the side of her that those close call 'Mother Paige', a sweet and caring and highly affectionate side of her but often quite 'clingy' and in need of reassurance as she is quite scared of losing those she cares about.

As she can be rather 'playful' and mischievious at times, Paige often finds it hard to be serious unless it is truly for importance, if someone is upset she will quickly switch to her 'serious mode', but as soon as all is well again the switch is flicked and she will not hold back once more. Her siblings often say 'Paige is like a rollercoaster, she takes you up and down then before you know it you've gone around a whole new loop!'.

Paige can often come across as rather laid back, almost to the point of being down right lazy, in school she seems to pass on by without barely trying at all, often annoying some of her teachers as she acts like she doesn't really care. When she does try she excels at what she does and it is quite obvious in a difference it makes when she does put her mind to things she does.

Paige's one true and constant passion throughout her whole life has been music, at the age of twelve she was given a second hand guitar by a good friend, she instantly took a liking to it as she had watched him play since she was eight, now she has now improved her talent, she often writes her own music and plays it, occasionally she will sing but always stops when she sees someone watching.

When you get right down to who she is, she is truly an interesting person and honestly like a 'rollercoaster', sweet and caring but a mischievious girl, determined and at times distant but creative yet very affectionate. All depends on who she is with and what is going on.


Sample RP:
(Note: This is a old story of mine that at this point hasn't actually happened, none the less it IS a Roleplay of her)

Lying down on her bed, a tiny little blue haired baby boy is curled up in her arms. Paige looks down at him and can't help but smile as he sleeps. Slowly the memories return, she thinks about how she came to where she was right now.

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After speaking to one of her friends, her first kiss. He had changed far too much lately, after she finally got through with telling him this he had snapped, actually proving her point. Gently she reaches up to her cheek; the stinging of her cheek was nothing compared to the pain within... the pain of a broken heart...

God she missed Bris'... He would help her out now...

It seems love was still out of reach for her. She continued walking, soon becoming lost within her thoughts and memories… until she no longer knew where she was, and it seems she had become not only lost in her thoughts but also lost during her walk.

She looked around trying to find something, anything that looked familiar. Slowly she comes to realize she has no idea where she is.

It has gotten dark now as she looks around lights come on across the street, she crosses over and continues looking for something that appears familiar. A noise from within an alley distracts her and she jumps in fright as the noise suddenly pierces the silent night air. Her curiosity gets the better of her though and she investigates what is making the noises.

Ever so slowly she makes her way into the alley, scrunching her face up as the horrible smell becomes stronger as she walks in-between the buildings. Slowly she begins to realize what the noise is she is hearing... a child’s cries...

Upon this realization Paige hurries her steps, following the sound of the crying child.

The sound of the child seems to get softer until it stops; she looks around trying to find where it came from when she sees a tiny shock of blue, 'that is strange...' she thinks to herself. In a dirty alleyway why would there be something that bright around here?

Slowly she walks closer towards the bright blue thing, until she reached where it was… it moved and suddenly she found herself looking into the tiny blue teary eyes of a young baby boy. Paige gasps upon this ‘Why is a child here?! Alone none the less!’

A sound from behind her caused the baby to start crying again, suddenly launched into a tiny coughing fit. Paige quickly picked him up and ran back out the alley.

Finding a bench nearby she sat and looked at the child closer. It appears he had been there for quite some time. Tears filled her eyes upon this realization.

Gently she wipes the baby’s face and he looks up at her slowly. ‘Poor little thing is so scared…’ anger suddenly fills her upon thinking of whoever was as cruel as to abandoning such a young child alone. Quickly she clears her mind of those thoughts and tries to work out what to do with him; she doesn’t even know where they are!

Paige frowns and looks around before looking back at the little boy on her lap. She giggles lightly when she realizes he is copying her facial expressions. He starts giggling when he sees her happy and claps his tiny hands together.

She can’t help but smile at this, he seems so happy now. Gently she picks him up and holds him close to herself as she searches for a bus or cab that can take them both home. She finds a bus that is collecting passengers and hurries up to it, just making it in as the doors close behind her. ‘No idea where we are going but at least we are warm in here now…’ she holds the tiny boy close as they await a stop.

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Memories of her past quickly swim into view, angry faces and yells and screams at her, an angry woman glaring at her, blaming her... a slap and a scream to 'Leave' echo's in her mind...

She shakes her head as these memories come, 'No...' She thought to herself...' No I am not like her, I may not have a good past but my future is bright, and Mum will help if I need it, I have plenty of aunts who would also help. I can take care of Wyatt myself.'

Paige patiently rocks the tiny boy as she waits for the news. When the old lady comes out her face reveals no emotion until she smiles suddenly and speaks. Wyatt is allowed to stay with her, despite having only A mother, and one so young herself, he is allowed to stay. Wyatt is now officially her Son by law...

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As she holds the tiny blue haired baby boy closer to her she feels... whole. Like no matter how hard it may become, this is right. This child needs her more than she needs him, they need each other so she shall care for him, be the mother he so needs right now... Even if her dreams of finding love will be pushed aside until he is older, her little angel is worth it all. She smiles as he moves slightly and she holds him closer, softly whispering "It’s ok Sweetie... It’s ok Wyatt... Mummy is here..."

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