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[brielle]

First Name: Brielle

Last Name: Dollie

Age: 14

Appearance: appearance here ;P

History:
Brielle is the spoiled one of the Dollie family. She grew up with her two older sisters, Flo Lily and Paris Dollie, but now its her turn to rule Beauxbatons.
She was the most spoiled, bratty one of her family. She got what ever she wanted, when ever. Brielle, or Brie as everyone called her, was also a tattler. She was a daddy's girl as well. She came from France, as did the rest of her family and she went to a muggle school from Grade 1-Grade 7. She was a popular one, like her big sisters. She was always the one who was out late and with the boys. Brie also always got into trouble, by her mother mostly. Her dad would just give her a lecture and that is it. Brie never really wanted to go to Beauxbatons until she learned that her eldest sister, Paris was there. She wanted to go ruin her life.
When Brie was 3, her family moved to England and her family became one of the richest, so by 7th grade she was out in the night and sneaking around with all the money. She was also a guy magnet. Boys would be crawling all over, some girls too. When she gets a boyfriend, dumps him the next day, then gets another one a day later. It was like a cycle for Brie. She had so many friends, she didn't want to leave her muggle school. She didn't want to be a witch.

Personality:
Brie is not that nice. She can be quite mean at first. In fact, if anything, she would slap you across the face if you said she was nice. She has plenty of is mood swings. They're perfectly natural for her. Sometimes she can be quite the kind person. She's truly kind at heart, and wouldn't hurt a decent being if she had a choice. It's almost sad you could say. Brie is the cynical type. She likes to scan things, and make sure that they're correct.

She wants everything to be perfect. Brie can be quiet if she wants to. She can slip through any corridor and won't be heard, and she likes to play around with other's minds.
talk about tricky. At first, you don't want to trust her. She can be quite the vixen. She is the jealous type, and if her man
is looking at some other girl... It won't be pretty. It'll seem like she is gonna rip them to shreds. Brielle is the kind of girl that you don't want to turn cross at. She can go sour easily.
practically a fighting machine. She is also extremely temperamental. She could be smiling one moment and seething the next. she is impatient and sarcastic. But still abnormally beautiful. She does not like waiting for anything, everything has to happen NOW! It’s needless to say that Brie’s impatience gets her into trouble a lot because if what she cannot wait for does not happen, she will attempt to MAKE it happen. This does not always turn out well. Her sarcasm is the icing on this little time-bomb (with a short fuse), not only does she not say much, whenever she does speak – if she is not trying to charm or con someone, it is something mean, hurtful or vicious, if not all of the aforementioned (except for her friends).

Sample RP:
Brie turned around to find her mom walking behind her.. Weird! She hurried upstairs to her bedroom. It was hard to say that she missed Flo and Paris. She was lonely. Pretty soon she would be on the train and off to Beauxbatons, back to France where she was born. Back to Flo who was almost done Beauxbatons and back to Paris, the Care of Magical Creatures teacher. It was going to be perfect. New boyfriends, new friends. But she would miss all of her friends back home.

Brie shivered nervously. Then she opened her plain diary and started to write.

Diary,
I'm scared, its not that I will rule the school. (Well, probably) but Its my sisters. They might take over me and then it will turn out bad. I'm on the train tomorrow, my dad is giving me like only 500 bucks. It kinda makes me mad. But oh well, in a matter of months I'll be back here for Christmas.
Brie.

Brie held her pen to her mouth. She started to think of something more interesting to write. But nothing came to her mind. She threw her pen and diary to the ground and pulled the covers over her head and started to lie down. She was tired and she had to get some comfortable sleep before going on the train, which was supposed to be the most uncomfortable thing ever. She closed her eyes and hoped to dream of something good to happen.

P.S- I also play Paris Dollie on this website.

Must be Sournois

[nicole]

This is my second try, fingers cross it is okay : )

First Name: Charlotte
Last Name: Roberts
Age: Eighteen
History: Harrison Roberts was brought up by a strict family in Kensington, London. His life was as normal as it could get, except for one thing. He wasn’t a muggle and neither was his family. He was a wizard. He went to a school somewhere in France, Beauxbatons, which his family had been going too for years. Harrison’s dream was becoming an Auroa. He graduated Beauxbatons, and failed the test to become an Auroa. He was very unlucky in love, until he met Paige Parkers. Paige was a muggle, and had nothing to do with magic. But, he had found his true love at last. Paige and Harrison dated for a year, and Paige never knew he was a wizard. He mostly lied about his life and family. After they went on a holiday to Wales, Paige told Harrison she was pregnant. Harrison knew he was going to have to tell Paige, because it was only a matter of years til her baby would get a letter to go to Beauxbatons. Harrison finally made a decision. He left Paige and performed a Memory Charm on himself, and has forgotten everything. Charlotte was brought into the world on December 3rd and enjoyed her childhood. She was teased at school, for being abnormal and weird, and never had any proper friends. She got beaten up by a girl in her class, at 10, and her mother changed her schools. Her mother worked hard to get a decent income for her family to live on and struggled at work. Charlotte was very bright at European History and English Literature, and had a dream of becoming an archaeologist. She knew two different languages by the age of 10, fluent French and Latin. One evening, Charlotte got a letter, she had never gotten a letter before. Paige Parkers opened the letter and was shocked at what it read. Her daughter, Charlotte, asked what was wrong. Her mother replied, saying that Charlotte was a witch.
Appearance: Sienna Miller
Personality: Charlotte is your everyday bookworm. She is an organised, honest and friendly girl, who is always up for a challenge. She is a perfectionist and loves everything to be 100% perfect. She is very confident and doesn’t care what others say about her. To her, friends are everything, then studying.
RP: Charlotte sat in her bedroom, looking at all the new items she had bought today. Her wand laid in her hand, Charlotte smiled. She was a witch she thought to herself. A witch! A pile of books lay in the corner of her room. All new and shiny. Her mother at first couldn’t believe that her ex-boyfriend was a wizard, and that their daughter was now a witch. Charlotte’s life had been normal, til now. She had normal friends and a normal school. But now, she was going to have magical friends and go to a magical school in France. According to a witch they met at the wand shop, she was a half-blood. This meant that her father was a wizard and her mother was muggle (human/normal). Charlotte still couldn’t believe that she was a witch. It still crosses her mind, this very second.

PLease expand on the personality and the rp sample needs to be three paragraphs[/b]

[yumyumfatfat]

First Name:
Dominic

Last Name:
Lee

Age:
16

Appearance:
Dominic is a bit shorter than most guys his age. He stands at about 5'8, 5'9, and his build is what most seem to consider 'scrawny'. This isn't really the case however, as he is more toned than one would guess by just glancing at him. His more obvious muscle definition is mainly in his arms and his abs, although he isn't as toned as he used to be. He has Black hair that reaches just past his shoulders, though it's usually pulled back by a bandana and a hat. There is a soul patch just onderneath his bottom lip on his otherwise clean shaven face. He has deep, piercing blue eyes that seem to penetrate. As for his fashion sense, he wears a lot of band and concert shirts accompanied by ripped jeans and ratty sneakers. However, he cleans up nicely and doesn't look half bad in a dress shirt and tie.

History:
Dominic grew up in America with his parents and twin sister. One of two magic families living in their area, Dominic and Anastasia didn't have anyone else to socialize with. The other magic family was quite young and had a young son who was half their age and therefore too young to play with. Already born with a strong bond, the twins were inseperable. They went to a muggle school when they were young, about 6 or 7, but it didn't last. Dominic lost his temper too often with the other children and even sometimes the teacher and his parents were afraid he would lose control one too many times and expose them. Dominic and Anastasia often played in their backyard all day, him doing silly things to make her laugh. One day the little boy next door was playing with a stray cat. The cat ran away and the little boy chased after it, not seeing the car speeding down toward him. Luckily for him, Dominic had wanted to play in the front lawn that day. Unlickly for the Lee family, Anastasia was the only one to notice the oncoming car. She sped over to him and pushed him out of the way, getting hit in his place. She didn't make it, and Dominic blamed himself for not seeing the car before her, for wanting to be in the front lawn, for not being able to protect her. Half of him was gone and he felt completely empty without her. After her death, he stopped leaving the house altogether. His parents grieved as well, but as they tried to move on, he didn't. Figuring fresh air might help him feel better, they packed up and moved to France with his grandparents, his father's parents. After ignoring everything for so long, he received the letter to Beauxbatons and hadn't wanted to go. He didn't want to stay with his family though, either. They just reminded him of the one person he didn't have. Determined, though reluctant, Dominic agreed to do his best and focus on doingd something not only for himself but for Anastasia, who would never get the chance to become the great witch she should have.

Personality:
Dominic is pretty laid back for the most part. He hides his emotions from those he doesn't know and seems closed off to most. When he establishes a comfort zone however, he's usually the first to crack a joke or do something stupid or dangerous to make others laugh. Once he lets someone in and shares that secret part of himself, he cares unconditionally and will stand by them no matter what the consiquences. There is a negative side to him, though. It's a side no one wants to see. Dominic bottles his emotions so he doesn't ruin a good time, but when he gets jealous or angry, or extremely frustrated, he snaps. He doesn't use physical violence on others but he will smash things and say things to deliberately hurt others emotionally and mentally. Though he usually feels bad afterward he never apologizes and simply moves on as if it never happened. His motto is 'I'm not dead, you're not dead, everything is good.' Very few accept this behavior though, and as a result he has become quite anti-social.

Sample RP:
It was a quiet night in the castle, and Dominic was quite bored of sitting in his room staring up at the ceiling. Spur of the moment, he decided it was time for a late night stroll. He wasn't the only one out this late, he was sure; unusually warm considering how cold it had been lately, the boy expected to see a few people out this late. However, his thoughts were proven wrong as he walked through the corridors and saw no one. It didn't matter; he hadn't gone out to look for someone to talk to. No, he came out simply to be out. As he left the castle, he remembered the last time he had gone out late. It hadn't ended too well, and he hoped that this time he wouldn't get in trouble.

There was no set destination. Dominic just walked wherever his feet happened to take him. On this particular night, it seemed his feet wanted to bring him to the gardens. He had never been in this particular section of the grounds before; being alone most of the time, he preferred to just sit under a tree. Maybe a new spot would bring him better luck. Finding a nice tree to lay under, Dominic stopped, and as quietly as he could manage, slid down under the shade of the unusually large tree. It was an oddly clear night and the moon glowed a brilliant shade of Yellow. With a sigh, Dominic closed his eyes, enjoying the peace and tranquility he always felt when he was out on the grounds.

After only a moment, rustling could be heard from the other side of the tree. Dominic shrugged it off; it was unimportant, probably just an animal of some sort. His whole head felt a bit foggy and he wondered if it was just because he was tired, or if the land had some sort of spell on it. 'Is someone there?' A voice called out from what seemed like nowhere. A bit of rustling heard, still unimportant. Drowsily, the boy opened one eye and saw nothing. Again, a shrug. However only another moment had passed before a shadow was cast across his face, causing him to open both eyes with mild irritation. He had no idea what would be causing the block from the light but it didn't please him to have to pretend to be coherent enough to figure out what was in his way.

When he was actually able to see more than a blurred silhouette, the image of a girl about his age came into view. His bright Blue eyes were glittering with confusion. Why was she there? More importantly, why was she looking at him? Even more importantly, why was she smirking? Debating on whether or not to ask these questions or just turn back over and get back to sleep, Dominic grunted sleepily and rubbed at his eyes to make sure he wasn't imagining her. "Uh, can I help you?" His irritated tone was mainly from being disrupted, but he was genuinely curious as to who this girl was and why she felt the urge to wake him up. "Who are you? What time is it?" Unsure of how long he had actually been laying there, time became quite important as he hadn't planned on actually falling asleep.

[Marjorie Clémence Molière]

Name: Guinevere Rose

Age: Eighteen

Appearance:

History: Lily Mains was considered being the popular one at school, she was cheerleader captain, going out with the apparently next ‘David Beckham’, you get the idea. She was never that smart, and was shocked when she found out she was pregnant. Her football superstar boyfriend, Greg Rose, was more shocked then her, and went on saying how this was going to affect his career. Lily didn’t know what to do, so she told her parents, who were devastated that Lily had been so stupid. Greg broke up with Lily saying, I don’t want to be a dad. Lily slapped him hard in the face, and left high school.

On October 31st, while handing out sweets to the trick-or-treaters, and wishing she was at Greg’s Halloween Disco. Lily Main’s water broke. Her parents rushed her to London Hospital, in their speedy Mercedes. Lily was ecstatic that finally she was going to be a mother.

At 11:41pm, Guinevere Rose was born. Two hours after Guinevere’s birth, Lily woke up in the hospital bed, and asked the nurse where her baby was. She replied solemnly, she has gone to the adoption service, as you wished. Lily let out an ear-splitting scream; her parents had lied to her and had lost her baby forever. Lily curled up into a ball, and sobbed her way to sleep.

At the adoption service, she was sent to live with a young lady named Bella Jones. Bella loved Guinevere, just like her own child, Johnny. But, Johnny kept on saying that Guinevere was doing weird things. Weird things like getting a toy without touching it, and getting out of the house, without opening a door. As Johnny, was only 7, Bella thought it was one of his sick jokes. When Guinevere turned one, Johnny kept on moaning about Guinevere's 'magic' powers. Bella was bored of it, so she gave Guinevere back to the adoption service.

As no one wanted a child, which apparntley had 'magic' powers, Guinevere was sent to a foster home with a kind old lady, called Ms. Greene. Ms. Greene adored Guinevere, just like everyone else did. Guinevere stayed there for two years, and done no magic. Ms. Greene wanted to keep Guinevere forever, but the adoption service had found her a new home.

The three year old, Guinevere Rose, was taken to a very religious, neat and tidy family, called the Johnsons. The Johnsons, were very proud of getting Guinevere, as God commanded them to do so. Guinevere was not allowed to watch television, or do anything with electronic devices. The Johnsons didn't want her to get brain damage. Guinevere was made to go to preschool, and take part in the Nativity Story at Christmas. Guinevere hated playing pretend, she only like real stuff. So, while the children were on stage performing the play. Guinevere disappeared. As Mr and Mrs Johnson looked for Guinevere on the stage, they couldn't find her in her angel outfit. As the play ended, they went to pick up there child, but she wasn't there. The teachers, parents, and the older children all looked for Guinevere inside the church. As, they went back into the room, where the play was held. Guinevere was sitting there, on the stage, crossing her legs, crying. Mr and Mrs Johnson were very angry with Guinevere,and she wasn't allowed out of her room, without a parent supervizing her. Guinevere, said it wasn't her fault just her 'magic' powers fault.

A year past, and no more magic had happened.Guinevere satrted Muggle school, and was the bottom of the class. The school she went to was a religious school, and all they talked about Jesus. But, Guinevere always questioned about Jesus and his friends.
"Mrs. Harris!" Guinevere would say.
"Yes?" she would answer.
"Have you met Jesus?"
"No..."
"So, how can you tell he is real?"
"Guinevere Rose! Jesus Christ is real!"
"But you haven't met him!" Guinevere sobbed.
"But-!"
"Your lying! Liar, Liar Pants on Fire!" Guinevere would interupt.

Then, Guinevere was taken to the Principals office. Guinevere did this many times, so finally she was expelled, for being a bad influenece. Mr and Mrs Johnson, were extremley mad with her, and made her go to a extremley strict, religious school.

Five year old Guinevere, finally got in the most trouble yet. She was sent to bed,and Mrs Johnson locked her bedroom door, with the lock on the outside of the door. An hour past, and while Mr and Mrs Johnson were watching television, they heard a giggle. Now, this giggle wasn't from the telly, but from a person. At the same they looked behind the couch, and sitting there was Guinevere. Mr Johnson ran upstairs, and tried to get in Guinevere's room. But, the door was locked from the outside. Mr Johnson went downstairs, and told Mrs Johnson what he saw. She screamed, at the sound of it. The two parents yelled at Guinevere. Guinevere sobbed and said it was her 'magic'. The Johnsons had had enough. They sent Guinevere away and said that she apparantley had 'magic' powers.

Guinevere turned six, at the adoption service house. She lived there for only a couple of weeks, because she was sent to another family. Guinevere was put into a car, with a lady named Jo, who was going to take her to her new family. They drove for hours. But, finally they arrived at a small cottage in the country, near the Forrest of Dean.
Suddenly, a small lady, with brown curly hair, and a tall man, with black short hair, came out of the house. They were followed, by a tall boy of about sixteen, and a girl of about fourteen. Jo explained to them about Guinevere's apparant 'magic' powers. The two adults just laughed, and said they had enough of that here. Then, Jo left. The two adults introduced themselves. The mother, was Kathy Willis, the father, Ryan Willis, the boy, George Willis, and the girl, Harriet Willis. As Jo's car was out of sight. All four of them got sticks out of there pockets and walked into the cottage. Guinevere held Kathy's hand tightley, as they went inside. The house inside was much, much bigger than the cottage it looked like from the outside. There was three levels, and billions of rooms. As they went into the lounge, Kathy said to Guinevere to do some magic powers. Guinevere laughed. She was living with the craziest people on Earth.

A week past, and she knew exactly why her new family were weird. They were magical, just like Guinevere. Guinevere had shown them what she could do, and they clapped their hands. Kathy said they adopted her, because she was a witch, just like her and Harriet. Ryan and George were wizards. Harriet and George were gone, most of the year at their school, Beauxbatons. When Harriet and Ryan, came back for the summer, they taught Guinevere about magic, Beauxbatons and this fun game called Qudditch. Guinevere wasn't that good at Qudditich and wasn't comfortable on a broom. Guinevere was more interested in the history of magic, and spells.

Guinevere learnt that if she was good enough, she was going to go to a special school in France, so she could be a witch too. Later on at her time at the Willis' she was told she was a muggle-born. This disappointed Guinevere, what happens if she doesn't go. Ryan said that no muggles, can do what Guinevere can do. This cheered her up. George graduated Beauxbatons and went on to play for the England Qudditich Team. Guinevere spent her spare time, reading. She had over 100 books on magical spells and the history of magic. She stored these books in her bedroom, and reading them under her duvet cover.

At the age of ten Kathy fell ill, and had to stay at the wizardry hospital, St. Mungos. As Kathy couldn't look after Guinevere, she went to work with Ryan. Ryan worked as a Auror, at the Ministry of Magic. They travelled by floo powder, this was Guinevere's favourite type of travelling, to the Ministry. The Ministry was in London, and this man named Edward Riddle was the Minister. At work, Guinevere met the Minister and many other famous witches and wizards. She also saw her most favoruite author, Daniella Davis, as they left the ministry. When they got home, Kathy was much better.

Kathy, Ryan and Guinevere sat at the kitchen. Today, was the day she was going to get her letter. They waited there for hours, and then they saw an owl flying in the sky. The owl landed at the kitchen window and handed them the letter. Guinevere Rsoe wasgoing to Beauxbatons.

Personality: Guinevere is quite shy, but is confident about her knowledge of witchcraft. She normally keeps to herself, but can charm people into adoring her. She doesn’t like jokes that much and much prefer reading than going to a party. She is very alert and is focused on the jobs that have to be done. She is organised about everything and has a photographic memory, to keep track. She isn’t social, but once you get to know her she is very helpful and trustworthy. If you told her a secret, the secret would never leave her lips.

RP Sample: I breathed heavily, as I waited for my name to be called out. I turned around and looked at the hundreds of faces staring back, focusing on my every move. The other children around me looked as nervous and scared as me.

‘Daniel Richards’ the Professor yelled, reading off her parchment. I was next. I was numb all over. Butterflies soaring round my stomach. My heart, falling to my stomach. A sick feeling, erupting in my throat. My eyes blinking like mad.
Daniel stood up, and went to his chosen house table.

‘Guinevere Rose’ the Professor yelled, looking at me. I walked slowly and lightly, and sat down on the stool. Hundreds of eyes looked at my direction. I looked back at them hard, until my eyesight went blurry. The Professor dropped the blue cloak onto my shoulders, and I put the hood up. I breathed in and out. My nerves; controlling my every move. I felt nothing. I was as cold as ice.
I looked up at the Professor, as the cloak read my thoughts. I couldn’t believe it; I felt the cloak read my thoughts. I felt the cloak move slightly.
And then my house was announced...

Please add on to the history and rp sample
I have underlined all the new stuff, i have added, which is alot

[roza]

FIRST NAME: Lorena Roza.
LAST NAME: Radkova.
AGE: Sixteen.

APPEARENCE:



PERSONALITY:

As cute as a button and as sweet as having a honey overload in your tea, Lorena is all about the hip hop, dance and fun. If there is a dance floor, surf board, wakeboard or PARTY, she's there with bells on till dawn.

Having taken dance lessons since she was three, Lorena can pretty much do anything from ballet and tap to afro-cuban jazz and salsa. She also dances, parties and competes in breakdance battles with her breakdance crew during school vacations. A combination of two of her main passions, hip hop and dancing, breakdancing captured the youngster's soul when she was twelve and she has never looked back since. Recently, she also picked up rapping in her free time, and she can drop some mean rhymes much to the surprise of her school mates who don't usually get to see this side of her.

Sweet and nurturing, Lorena is also a demure girl who likes her privacy sometimes just as much as she enjoys socializing. Consequently, she's considered a dreamer and constantly finds herself in fantasies where she's whisked off by a handsome prince to take her away. For most of her life, she has lived in her siblings' shadow and remains to be unnoticed as she's always on the side and never makes any ambition to change that. The fact of the matter is, she likes the sidelines better than being in the spotlight and prefers someone else to take the lead. In addition, even though she is very good at dancing, the notion of achieving fame is one that she is absolutely terrified of. That was why she wanted to become a dancer in the first place, since they usually work in the background, without too much of the limelight on them. She really doesn't like for more than a healthy dose of attention to be shed upon her, because it makes her want to dig a hole, hide in it and never come out.

On the other hand, Lorena has proven to be bubbly, playful and a tad too eccentric for anyone’s tastes, when in pleasurable company. Maybe even a bit strange, in the way that she's spacey and probably won't remember what you told her just five minutes before. Having said that, she's also probably the most optimistic person on this side of the planet. Think Dori from “Finding Nemo”, except with the whole forgetful thing toned down. Moreover, Lorena loves her life in spite of its many highs and lows, and more than anything, she's very excited to get a clean slate at a new school (even at one she dislikes). As Rena believes it's going to be the most action-packed adventure of her life, perhaps naive is another good word to describe her as well. She simply lacks knowledge and acts upon impulse. As mentioned above, she's a dreamer, not a realist, and she's got the imagination of a four year old stuck in their back yard all summer.

With her genuine awkwardness, but laidback and carefree nature about the situations she finds herself in, Lorena’s an honest girl who's a romantic at heart. Not easily fazed by guys, she's got the looks to catch their attention, but has a tendency to repel them away because of her quietness. Unlike other girls her age, she isn't driven by love or carnal pleasures, which might be considered a good thing. Furthermore, she's been known to entertain others with her deadpan reaction to ridiculous situations in life. However, she, herself, doesn't often seem to find the funny in it, which makes her awkward. She may have good intentions most often than not, still she lives her life the way she wants it without taking other's criticism to heart, which often sends her into those awkward situations.

Falling down staircases owing to missing a particular one, letting go of whatever she's holding and unintentionally making it smash into pieces on the floor, bumping into anything that stands in her way, putting her date's sleeve on fire, spilling things on someone she was trying to help and shattering items she's closely observing in a shop are some of the things Lorena's lack of coordination and occasional attention have led to happening throughout her entire life. Some might differ and claim that if she was more careful with where she was headed or what she's doing, then the teenager wouldn't have these issues. Oddly enough, though, the more attentive she is, the more often this type of incidents occur, resulting in her being humiliated again and again. The only exception is on the dance floor, where she feels more secure on her own two legs than anywhere else (perhaps because she moves too fast to make falling an option). Having noticed these things countless times before, however, some people have either gotten used to her accident-prone streak or have chosen to disregard it, whereas others enjoy getting a kick out of seeing the klutz at work.

A truth-seeker, the Beauxbatons student is not inclined to believe anything just because someone told her so, something which, coupled with some emotional disappointments and growing up in a mostly male household, has toughened her over the years. While she might nod her head and smile just to play along, nothing exists to her unless it has been proven or if she has seen it with her own two eyes. She is, however, a curious girl and if something perks her interest significantly, she will investigate further to enhance or disprove her point of views. Simply put, she would rather see some kind of proof before choosing to take something for granted. Even the improbable is better than no proof at all in her eyes, which has extended to all the domains of her life.

HISTORY:

Lorena Roza Radkova, to put it bluntly, was ‘an accident’. Her parents didn’t know whether to moan or rejoice when Nicoline found out she was pregnant with her third child. But once Rena was born, she consumed so much of her mother's life that she had little time to think about whether the unplanned child was a good idea. From the start, Lorena was a handful. Hyperactive, noisy and insanely loud, she woke her parents up at all hours of the night, bit the legs of every chair in the house during her teething stage, tried to run the minute she learnt to walk and refused to sit still in her stroller when they took her to the park. She wanted to be PUSHING the stroller, not sitting quietly in it!

Even as a child, Lor was not easy to fool. She never believed in Santa Claus (having stayed up to spy on the Christmas tree and fireplace past midnight when she was four, only to confirm her suspicions that no fat, bearded man was coming down the chimney), and debated her mother fiercely when she tried to insist that Santa was real. Or the Easter Bunny. Or the Tooth Fairy.

LORENA: He’s too FAT! Our chimney is narrow and SMALL!
PARENTS: Yes, but Santa knows how to suck in his potbelly, sweetie.
LORENA: He still wouldn’t fit. Even **I** wouldn’t fit.
PARENTS: Well… Santa has super magic shrinking powers. Yes, yes… he can do magic. Just a little twirl and he’s the size of a thumb.
LORENA: If he was the size of a thumb, he wouldn’t be able to carry my presents. I asked for a new bicycle and a treasure chest of REAL pirate gold!
PARENTS: Uhhh, just for the record, we don’t think Santa will be able to get you that chest of real pirate gold this year. Or next year… or the next. Yet he’ll carry your bicycle just fine! Even when he’s the size of a thumb, his magic will help him carry it.
LORENA: Yeah, but even then… his sleigh wouldn’t be able to land on our slanted roof. It’d slide right off!
PARENTS: So he’ll just land in our garden on the ground.
LORENA: But then, why would he climb up the roof to go down the chimney? He could just come in through the windows or the front door!
PARENTS: We lock our windows and front door, honey.
LORENA: Uh-huh. But you just said he could do MAGIC!
PARENTS: …….

Lorena would also repeatedly refuse to believe that she had to go to bed at nine or the Boogeyman would ‘come get her’ and has never believed in ghosts, in spite of her brother's attempts to scare her in that respect. If she’s never seen one, then ghosts can’t be real! She did, however, learn to play dumb on occasion once she sensed that she was making those around her deeply unhappy. For example, she would pretend to enjoy taking ballet lessons because her mother thought it would eventually make her thinner, more of a young lady and that her legs would look better after intensive dancing. Rena never believed that for one second, yet she saw how upset Nicoline got when she first rejected taking the lessons. So she sucked it up, claimed she wished to be a ballerina when she would be older and underwent the classes. The unexpected upside of that situation, however, was that it enabled her to become keen on any type of dancing , inspiring her to further her knowledge about that domain, become better at it as the years passed and to reach beyond her comfort zone. It also represented the one thing which hasn't changed in her life upon showing her first magic signs at the age of five.

It was safe to say that Lorena was never really Durmstrang material – even if she would have tried harder to attain the brawn and ruthlessness needed, the school’s emphasis on Dark Arts was never something she could grasp. She was an ickle Muggleborn and had no interest whatsoever in the most effective way of cursing someone halfway to death (but athletic training wasn’t so bad). Nevertheless, partially due to her oldest brother’s lingering influence there and her own no nonsense attitude, Lorena survived and learned to take it in her stride, even managing to make a few friends. Her academics, on the other hand, didn’t rank even in her top twenty priorities, so she resorted to scrapping by and only putting effort into those subjects she had a remote liking to. It wasn’t as if they taught Dancing or Music, so that immediately made her lose interest too. Moreover, after attempting to fit in and go through school unharmed for more than three years, Rena gave up during the beginning of her fourth year. The recent expulsion of Muggleborns from the institute reflected that it wasn’t worth her effort all along, yet that’s where the bad side of being kicked out of her former school came along. It was one thing daydreaming about one day leaving the school on her own terms, and another one entirely being booted out. So it’s a matter of pride, too.

Since her parents had been working in Bulgaria for well over two decades, they didn’t take it kindly to having three of their children expelled from the school. Therefore, they personally met with the headmaster and tried to explain their children’s situation to him, then formally complained to the Ministry and even went so far as hiring a lawyer to sue the school. Nonetheless, the fact remained that their Dragan had only some months until graduation, whereas Lorena and Stanislav would have trouble catching up if a solution wasn’t found as soon as possible. With Hogwarts and Beauxbatons accepting previous Muggleborn pupils of Durmstrang in their student body, though, the decision was made fairly quickly. As such, given the fact that her family had some distant relatives in France and could find jobs more easily there, Lorena has begun studying at Beauxbatons, alongside her older brother, while Stan was enrolled at Hogwarts. Yet, she would have preferred if she had gone to Hogwarts too, as she’s reminiscing of finding her own niche at Durmstrang and not enjoying any second of Beauxbatons. There’s just so much giggling, gossiping and frills she can handle – but the perks of being finally able to study Dancing beats the downsides, at times.

RP SAMPLE:

Lorena laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, pondering the use of getting up in comparison to sleeping for another few hours. She had to admit, scrounging up the willpower to get up, get dressed, and move about like a normal little witch was hard to do – she was far more content to lay beneath the warm blankets of her bed. So content, as a matter of fact, that she ended up dozing off for a few minutes before she wrestled with her mind and decided that getting up would be better for her than staying in. Her roommates had a nasty sense of humor sometimes, and she’d been on the receiving end of a prank just very recently. Repeat the performance? No, thanks. She was hesitant to fall asleep enough as it was, and now she didn’t really want to get up. Lazy girl, she certainly was, and it was that thought that brought her legs swinging over the edge of her bed and a big yawn. The taste that one gets after sleeping was in her mouth and she shuffled off to get presentable; although it was a Saturday, she supposed that she needed to wear clothes that weren’t, literally, holey due to nightly wear and tear. And, besides, it looked as though a raccoon had taken residence atop her head.

Once the whole hygiene bit was taken care of, she slipped into her sweatpants and sweatshirt and debated the merit of shoes. She was doing a heck of a lot of debating today, but she couldn’t help it; so many decisions had to be made this Saturday morning, and she almost laughed at herself. Deciding that no, just two pairs of socks would suffice, she slipped them on and took a look at herself in the mirror. Lazy? Her? Heck yes she was, and she certainly looked the part. Her hair was pulled back and she was in the comfiest clothes she owned. It was sort of a signification that she wasn’t up to particularly much today, but maybe something would come along, sweep her off her feet, and make her fall to the floor. Letting out a small laugh this time, she actually took the time to straighten out her bed, flinging her blankets up over her pillows. With the ‘lazy’ thoughts seeming to stick less and less, she made her way down the staircase to the common room.

A glance outside showed her that the spring weather had not yet had time to set in. She pursed her lips, for she pretty much hated snow and cold, but hopefully it would clear up within the next few weeks. Spring lurked just around the corner, and the girlr couldn’t wait for it to come. Spring was always a nice time, a time for pretty things and just about the only season that she thought of pretty things. Shaking her head slightly, she noted that she wasn’t the only one in the common room and, moreover, that she wasn’t the only one that looked a bit haggard, or like they’d come from the streets. Pleased, she smiled and left the dorms, pondering where her feet ought to carry her. She never had a particular destination on the weekends, and now was no different. But her body seemed to have other things in mind, for her stomach gave a loud growl that made her pause. Apparently, she was hungry.

Brushing it off with a shrug, now Lorena at least had a place to go. Long walk to get there, but she’d certainly live. Besides, her feet were almost completely quiet as she padded down staircases and through corridors, what with the fact that she wasn’t wearing shoes. As it always did, she felt a bit of a freedom with not wearing shoes, almost like she was rebelling. It was a ridiculous notion, and she knew it, but she held it nonetheless. She was in good spirits anyhow, and she didn’t mind admitting to her more ridiculous thoughts and minded even less laughing at herself. What had placed her in such a good mood? She hadn’t the foggiest.

Must be Cossu

[kittyrosebud]

First name: Vaati

Last name: Dragmire

Age: 16

Appearance: Vaati is about 3 foot 4 inches. He is very pale and extremely slim. He weighs about 70 pounds and has bright purple hair that reaches just past his shoulder blades. He has glowing red eyes that are easy to get lost in. He has a large scar just below his left eye, caused by an injury he received when he was just a toddler. Vaati is usually always seen in a purple dress just past the hips. He also wears red pants and shoes. He also wears a purple cap and wears looped earrings. He either has a blank face or an evil grin, which often creeps out anyone who is looking at him.

Personality: Vaati is easy to get angry. He has a short temper and is often seen getting angry over the smallest of things. He is also very curious and is always trying to learn new things. He has heart for the girls and tries to be nice to them. The sweet side of Vaati is very pleasant to be around, but he is also very unpredictable. Vaati can easily go from happy to angry with a click of the finger, and this has made him lose a lot of friends. Vaati often feels lonely and depressed. If anyone tries to attach themselves to him, he immediately tries to draw them away. Because of his dramatic early childhood it is also believed that Vaati has nightmares and he often does not sleep well. This makes him even harder to be around. The day after a bad dream is a day where no one wants to be around Vaati. He holds grudges with the people who make him angry and he will try to take revenge.

History:
Vaati was found injured in a field as a toddler. Nothing is known about his parents or why he came to be in the shape that he was found in. He is half demon and half human. His eyes glow scarlet and his hair is long and straight, just past his shoulders, and is bright purple. Vaati was sick at first and was rather quiet, but after his injuries healed it became very clear that he had a big temper. He would have fits of rage. His hands would often burst into flames and he would burn anyone he touched. As Vaati grew older he also learned that he was incredibly powerful. He found out that he could shoot beams of light from his eyes and float in the air with ease. He took advantage of his powers and often got into a lot of trouble. His true trouble started when he started school. He was soon expelled for his disruptive behavior. Vaati's parents found his behavior very frustrating, but they worked with him and tried desperately to control his anger.

Vaati, like many of his brothers and sisters, whom also had many magical powers, was home schooled by his mother. He would often get into fights with his brothers and sisters. Everyone could be a victim of his rage. When someone got on his good side they were like best friends though. Vaati's friendships would never last long and he would soon find himself lonely and bored again. As he grew into his teens Vaati discovered that he was able to change the shape of his body. He used this to his advantage and would often fuse himself into other people's shadows so that he could spy on them. This got him into even more trouble and he would often get very frustrated when he would get caught.

Often when Vaati became angry he would lose control of his powers and would shoot beams of light out of his eyes or his hands would burst into flames, burning anyone that was close to him. This frustrated his parents, whom where often the victims of his rage. It also scared his younger brothers and sisters, who didn't understand what it was that they had did to make him so angry in the first place. Vaati was enrolled to Beauxbatons Acedemy in hopes that he would soon be able to control his rage and learn to control his ever increasing powers.

Strengths:
Vaati has many strengths. He is able to bend light and shoot beams of light from his eyes. He is also a fire bender and can shoot balls of fire from his hands. Vaati is a shape shifter and can change into almost anything that he wants. He is also an air bender and can float in the air with ease. He can also cause the winds to shift and can knock someone down just by making the wind blow faster. He is also very charming and knows how to get the attention of girls.

Weaknesses:
A long with his many strengths, Vaati also has many weaknesses. He lacks control of his powers when he is angry, which has caused many people to become injured. Also he is a cross dresser and this has caused for him to be made fun of, which has caused some of his fits of rage. He has never had a haircut and the mention of getting one will also send him into a raging fit. Vaati also has a weakness for girls and is a big flirt. He has a hard time choosing who he wants to be with though, so at this time he is single. When Vaati practices his powers with targets he often misses his target and hits something else. He is currently working hard on this weakness and it is believed that he may have trouble seeing out of his left eye, which was damaged when he was a toddler.

Sample RP:
It was a dark night and Vaati could not sleep. It was his last day at home before he went to enroll in Beauxbatons. He was laying in bed thinking about what the next few months may bring him. He startled when there was a knock on his door. It was his mother. Vaati got up and stumbled to the door and opened it. “What do you want?” Vaati muttered with a blank face. “I just wanted to tell you how much I love you and wish you a lot of luck at this new school.” His mother had sorrow in her eyes. He didn't care, he felt like he was being abandoned. He was trying to be better, but something inside of him just did not feel right. He gave out a big sigh and hugged his mother weakly. Then told her she should leave while he packed his things.

Vaati walked to the closet and pulled out his suitcase. He started pulling his belongings out of the closet too and placing them in his suitcase. He felt very depressed and a little angry. He didn't want to leave the comfort of his home, but he also knew that this was the way it had to be in order for him to gain control, also get some instructions, and possible even learn new things. He ran into an old picture. It was one of when he was just a toddler. Vaati's wounds had barely healed in this photo and he was sitting next to his older brother, whom had rescued him from the field. He let out a deep sigh and tucked the photo into the bottom of his suitcase.

As the bus pulled up to pick Vaati up to take him to Beauxbaton, Vaati let out a deep sigh. He wanted to go but he also was very unsure of what the future was going to bring him. Vaati picked up his suitcase and started toward the bus. As he climbed on he set his suitcase down and turned towards his mother and grinned at her, “Don't forget who I am and don't forget to write!” Were his final words to her. Vaati picked up his suitcase and walked to the back of the bus and sat down alone in the back set and stared at the back of the heads of the other future students. He knew they were different too and he would soon get an opportunity to get to know them. He closed his eyes and thought of what the future may hold.

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[isabellerye]

First Name:
Isabelle Amber

Last Name:
Rye

Age:
16

Appearance:
Isabelle stands at 5'9 in height,Light brown hair with natural golden highlights.Her hair comes down to the middle of her back.She tends to cut it during the summer time to shoulder length, to makes things easier for herself.Sometimes she tends to die her hair a different color, to make it more of a darker brown.She has light brown eyes and light tannish skin.Her clothing style, can be anywhere from preppy, to casual.It ranges from jeans, skirts, dresses, or jump suits.Once in a while she will wear sweatpants and a sweater.It mainly depends on her current mood and how the weather is that day.


History:
Isabelle Amber Rye, comes from a long family of both pureblood wizards and witches.Most of her family members went to hogwarts and were always sorted into Slytherin.But there were a couple of rare cases, a selected few who were, placed into either Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or Gryffindor.In those cases, it appeared that opposites attracts.Others, were mainly purebloods, who would only try to stick with their own kind.On the day of Aug 5th, Isabelle Amber Rye was born to her parents, both Purebloods Lucas and Karen Rye.She has one a younger sister named Emily Rye from her mother and father.When she was young, her parents told her that she was a witch.That day Isabelle was happy to learn about one of her family's background history and legacies. Since Isabelle was the first born daughter and older then her sister Emily, she got the first choice to go to a school that would teach her more about the craft. At first things things seemed to be going well in Isabelle's life, for a short time period. During this time, She never really made any friends, when she tried to fit in at her schools. But Isabelle did have one "true" friend. A girl named Crystal Johnson, a girl that Isabelle had grew up with, who knew her every thought, saying, even secret. Both girls met a a birthday through a mutual friend, when they were young in childhood.Soon they were joined at the hip and almost impossible to separate. With Isabelle always being over at Crystal's house , Crystal's mother Matilda, soon adopted Isabelle into the family, and treated her the same as of her daughters, like Crystal and Samantha. With being treated as part of the family, Isabelle soon found a home and a sanitary, a place of peace.


But her happiness was shortly lived.After her father had left, was one of the darkest times if Isabelle's life, she completely closed herself off to others. Expect for Crystal. When Isabelle's parents would always argue, she would go over to her best fiend Crystal's house, and was treated warmly, like she actually belonged there.Out of all of the chaos that was going on, with her parents and family, Isabelle had one place to call a home, a place where she could be herself, without being judged. On the family part, a few years later, her parents got into a argument about the girls school and teaching, on which daughter was going to go where and when.The same day, Isabelle's dad Lucas left for a few days he said, to go stay with his family.But as time passed by, days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months.A few months after her parents fight.Her mother shocked her, with the news that, her parents were getting a divorced.That was a bit hard for her, since Isabelle was a daddy's girl.While her younger sister Emily was a mommy's girl. But she was still happy because, Isabelle could still see her father Lucas would come by everyday to see both of the girls, Emily and her.So in a way Isabelle thought the divorce was good, because she still got to see her father.Her mother would tell her all the time that, Isabelle looked and acted just like her father. That made her proud to be like her father.That was until her father stopped coming around.



When this happened, both her and her sister thought their father would come by again in a few days.It never happened again.When this happened.made her start to feel out of place with her mom and sister Emily.Because Isabelle noticed the way her mother would treat her differently, then her little sister Emily.In some ways Isabelle was treated more colder then her sister.But she thought it was just because, she was first born before Emily.Because Sometimes in certain pureblood families,the first born was suppose to be always the stronger born son or daughter. After her father had left, was one of the darkest times if Isabelle's life, she completely closed herself off to others. Expect for Crystal. When Isabelle's parents would always argue, she would go over to her best fiend Crystal's house, and was treated warmly, like she actually belonged there.Out of all of the chaos that was going on, with her parents and family, Isabelle had one place to call a home, a place where she could be herself, without being judged. At home with both her mother and sister Emily, Isabelle would always get into a arguments, about the way she was treated colder, instead of equal to her sister Emily.During this time, Isabelle would ask her mother "Why do you always treat Emily better then me.You are so nice to her.But so cruel to me.What have I ever done to you?", in a argument.All she heard her mother say in response was "Being the first born has certain duties they have to follow, whether they want to or not"., or more importantly, "why do you try to blend in.When you are marked to stand out ", as a answer.Isabelle never knew what that meant expect that she had a duty since she was the oldest and first born in her family.



A few years later, her mother Karen received a letter in the mail.Isabelle was curious as to why her mother, was so upset.Once she asked if she could see it, she took the letter from her mother's hand and read it.For Isabelle then understood why.The letter stated that her father Lucas had gotten remarried and she had three younger half siblings.Her father didn't state their names, but he said that he was very happy now.Now Isabelle didn't know what to do.And how she could explain this to her little sister.But when she told Emily, her sister was upset, but took it pretty well.That could be because her sister Emily was so close to their mother Karen.Isabelle on the other hand, took this quite hard.She was very close to her father Lucas.And now this? After that, as Isabelle grew older toward her teen years, her personality became more colder and more harsh.She started to have a trust problem with people.She wouldn't trust anyone who wasn't her mother or her sister Emily.On the family part, thanks to her sister Emily, Isabelle's mother Karen started treating her better, and the same way as she did Emily.With both girls being treated equally, they grew closer as sisters, since all they had for family, was their mother and each other.As she started to enter her teen years, Isabelle was cold to everyone she met. It got to the point where, because of her attitude, sometimes Isabelle would get into trouble for fighting. Her mother had to transfer to a couple of other schools. At one school, Isabelle finally got settled in, and had made a few friends there, who would truly accept her for who she is, the only one who seem to understand and balance her, was Crystal.


It wasn't until a few years ago, that something turned Isabelle's words upside down again.One day while, being on break from school during the summer. Isabelle went hiking with her friend Crystal. They went on a trail not far from Crystal's house, in the woods. As the woods started to grow darker, closer to night time.There was still a little enough light, to see where they were going. At the time, Isabelle really didn't understand what was going on. But Crystal saw someone ahead on the trail. then all of a sudden, Crystal was telling her to run. The girl told Isabelle. "You need to run Belle, as fast as you can! Don't worry about me! I can handle this, if you stay, you will be in danger.Run back and tell my mom what has happened.Give her this", the girl said to her.Crystal took a book out her bag, and handed to to Isabelle, it was a book with a weird design on it. Crystal then started yelling at her once again to run. "You have to run Belle! Don't worry about me! I know my way home. Take care of my mom and sister and tell my mom what has happened. Run!"., the girl yelled. Isabelle grabbed the book, and took off running.How she hated leaving Crystal behind, but whatever the case was, Isabelle knew her friend could handle herself well. But even as she ran, how Isabelle hated feeling like a coward for running away and leaving her friend behind.


That night, Isabelle went to Crystal's mom's house, to look for her friends mother.When she got there,the house was empty, and looked like it was broken into, front door kicked in, with the windows broken, and things scattered everything, she saw just by looking through the front door.As if someone was looking for something.So Isabelle ran through the woods to her own home, lucky for her, she didn't live far from her friends home. She sent a owl to Crystal's mother, telling her friends mom, that Isabelle had to see her, and right away, it was about her friend. In the morning, Isabelle saw her friend mom, handed her the book and told her about her friends Crystal, how the house looked like was broken into. Isabelle told Crystal's mom everything, before she had to go to school. It wasn't until a few days later, that when Isabelle asked her friends mom, about Crystal.That was when she was told her best friend was dead.Her friends mother, didn't tell her how or why or who did it, only that Crystal died. Isabelle was deeply hurt by this, because it meant that, the day in the woods is one she wouldn't ever forget.She thought her friend got out and found her way home.After Isabelle learned her friend was gone, it always has haunted her, that Crystal had sacrificed, herself so Isabelle could get away. Isabelle had asked Crystal's mother about the book, she carried. Her friends mother's answer both surprised and confused her. "Crystal is gone.But its better if you don't know, to keep you safe"., was all Isabelle was ever told on the matter.But Isabelle found out , that Crystal had left her a letter, and her friends charm bracelet. Still to this day, Isabelle doesn't know who killed her best friend, but she vowed to get revenge for her friend, if she ever found out, who did it.


Isabelle wears two charm bracelets, on her left arm, the one on the top is her best friends, and the one on the bottom is Isabelle's.Still to this day, Isabelle never told anyone about Crystal, and keeps her best friend's secret about what happened.After the death of her best friend, Isabelle was deeply hurt, and started to shut herself off from others, including her mother and sister Emily.With not having anyone who she could trust, Isabelle started to push people away from her and wouldn't talk to anyone around her. So feeling like a outsider, Isabelle started to repel against everyone, to avoid getting in trouble, she wouldn't let letting anyone get close to her. Isabelle only had one true friend though, Crystal. But talking about Crystal is a forbidden subject for her, as Isabelle has been keeping a secret about her one true friend. After a while the only one who she trust was Emily.When she first moved, she didn't trust or talk to many people.She would only trust those who were like her and that was only a selected few back home, before her family moved.


Shortly after her family moved, Isabelle had received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts.There Isabelle was sorted into Slytherin house.A year later, she was happy to learn that Emily had also gotten accepted to Hogwarts, where her sister was sorted into Ravenclaw.For this excited Isabelle.She went to Hogwarts for four years.As she was entering her fifth year, Both girls received a letter from their mom, stating that their mom had moved again, but this time closer her mom's side of the family, inside France.Isabelle was happy and grateful to learn of this, for she really didn't get to see much of her grandparents as the girl wanted to.But now after her mom had just move, Isabelle's mother wanted both girls to go to a school closer to home.One day during break, both girls had received their acceptance letter to go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.Their mom was both proud and pleased to hear about this.And suggested that both girls take it.Even though Emily had received her letter first, Isabelle was still undecided on what to do, and trying to make a choice between the two schools.



Now after just moving and having to transfer to another new school, Isabelle has to start all over again to make friends. Now being in a new place,most couldn't handle her attitude or her in general. That was when Isabelle started to have a mean streak to her. Oh she could be nice and sweet. But she had a side that can be cold and harsh. But although she has a little bit of dark side, its a way for her to protect herself from getting hurt. It comes from years of not being able to trust others, she has built up protection walls, that keep her from getting close to others.But if any of her friends ever needed her, Isabelle would be the first one the line to help, no matter the pain or cost to her.But even though both her and her little sister Emily are both Purebloods.But between Isabelle and Emily as sisters.Isabelle has more of a dark side to her,then her sister does, which also makes her a bit more bolder.Now in a new place, a new community and a new school, with no friends, other then her sister Emily, Isabelle is about to take the first step on a new adventure, of one she couldn't have possibly ever imagined.





Personality:
Isabelle is the type of person that can be really nice or mean.Sometimes she can be a little moody and will be nice one minute then, the next will be really mean and harsh. Sometimes she likes to be the center of the attention, while others she just wants be be by herself.When she does make a friend she is loyal to them.But as a friend she can be either your best friend or your worse enemy.She is loyal to her friends who are like her and she doesn't like any outsiders.When she does make friends, she is a strong and loyal to them. If they ever needed help, Isabelle would be the first one in line to help, no matter the pain or cost to herself. There is a down down to her though,If she doesn't know someones, she can push them away with her cold attitude.Is not good with making new friends.Doesn't like outsiders.


When she doesn't know someone, she tends to push their buttons to see what makes them tick.Has a habit of pushing her luck too far.Also, at times she pushes others away from here, has a very hot temper.If anyone tries to reason with her when she's upset, don't bother.Can be very hot headed and doesn't listen to others when she is upset. She is not afraid speak and to say what's on her mind, and doesn't care who feelings it hurts.She doesn't care if one doesn't like her or her cold and harsh attitude. When someone actually take the time to really, get know her they will see she has a heart of gold.But one has get her to trust them enough, to break down her protection walls, to reveal the girl within, but one has to peel back a lot of the cold and harsh surface.She is known to get her way, and in the end she will make sure she gets what she wants one way or another.




Sample RP:

Ever since she arrived here at the Beauxbatons castle, Isabelle seemed to get more and more upset, with the way things had turned out. One could say she was missing her home in England, and her friends, the few that she did made. This place seemed so different to her, to the point where, she didn't know who to talk to, or even ask for directions around the castle. Isabelle could already tell, that this place could be a completely maze, to someone who doesn't know where they are going.Eventually Isabelle came across a student, who was nice enough to tell her the direction to the general area , of the school common rooms and dorms.


Once she was in her dorm, it seemed everything had went on from there.She sent a few owls to Emily, letting her know, where Emily could find her, if there ever was a need. For her sister was more like a best friend then anything. At least she had one person here to guard her back. Laying down inside of her dorm, Isabelle looked outside her window. It was a really warm night. Almost too warm enough to stay indoors, plus she couldn't sleep. Changing out of her new house robes, Isabelle put on some black jeans and a black strapless tube top, leaving her hair down, she quickly left her dorm.

It had gotten to the time of, where she cut her hair a little shorter, to shoulder length to make it easier. Isabelle hated having long hair during the summer time. Walking through the school's hallways, Isabelle saw nobody in sight. Maybe others were outside in the night, this only made her feet move faster to go see. Once outside, she looked around. When she heard a few voices off to her left, Isabelle went to follow them. The way ended up leading her to some type of garden, a place she never seen before. Now the only problem is, trying to find somewhere to sit down at, that was at least lit up.


As she walked, Isabelle spotted a big tree, that had branches for shade, and lit by the moon. Perfect location. She seated herself down under the tree and sighed quietly. But it wasn't until she heard a noise coming from the trees other side, that made her look around and call out. "Is someone there?", she asked. Getting up to her feet, Isabelle then peeked around the tree to see what made the noise.

Must be Sournouis

[rhiannonthomas]

First Name:tyler
Last Name:donald
Age:15
Appearance:
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History:

Tyler was born into a fairly tragic life, or so she thought. On October 31st, 1994, a beatiful baby daughter was born to Henry and Aiden Donald. Aiden was in labor for 3 days, and finally, out pops Tyler Grace Donald. The next day when Aiden was released from the hospital, and she got home, she plopped onto the couch and popped open a miller light. Tyler's mom was a drunk, her father was a soldier, a marine to be exact. Henry Donald took care of Tyler, never Aiden.

As Tyler grew older she began to experience things, that a six year old should never see quite frankly. Every night, as her mother popped open that last bottle before she would pass out, Tyler would beg, "Please mommy, please stop drinking that, it makes you do bad things." And every night, she only got the same slurred response, "Listen to that Henry, this little b*tch of yours wants me to stop drinking my beer, now what should we do about that?" And every night Tyler would sit in the corner of the small, dirty living room, and cry as her mother beat her father, who had enough respect for his daughter to not fight back.

Even through Tyler's tough times, her father taught her as best he could, what morals she should have, and tried to raise her right. He taught her that she should find one thing that she loves more than anything else in the world, and stick to that one thing. She found that one thing, almost instantly after she started school, writing. She loved writing stories, and poems, and songs, anytime she had the opportunity to write something, she would. Around the time she entered the third grade, her father gave her guitar lessons, she was a natural. She soon began taking her love of writing and her love of guitar and combining it into music. By the age of ten, she was performing her own songs at local events. As she became a teenager, she grew to love music more and more. She learned to play the piano, and the drums, by the time she was fourteen.

She had learned that she was a witch, at the age of eleven, when her first invitation from beauxbatons was sent. Her father had been shocked, her mother, outraged at the idea. They refused to let her go on her first year. years later, when she was fifteen, her father agreed that she could go, as long as she came back on the holidays. With that, she was off happily.
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Personality:
Vulnerable, Tyler is very weak, and afraid. Due to the fact that her mother was abusive, Tyler is scared of becoming intimate with others, because of this traumatic experience. She doesn't mind being in a relationship with someone, but she can't get too close. If she does then she finds a way to avoid the person, or to draw the person towards someone else. If she were to find someone that she fell hard enough for, then she'd never think about getting hurt, so if she did, it'd hurt more than it would for most people.

Tyler has commitment issues, because she is afraid to commit, just like I said before. She's more likely to have ten one night stands in a month, than to stay in a relationship for more than a month. She's never had a long relationship. A lot of people call her things like slxt and whxre because she has these issues, but she's never paid them much attention.

She loves people. She just doesn't like to get close to them. She can be the life of the party, quite often. She doesn't like to be quite, or reserved, she likes to be near someone. She's not afraid of what people think of her. She knows that it's all bull anyway, so why even bother to listen. She's also not afraid to stand up for herself if someone does say something bad.
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Sample RP:

Tyler stepped out of the carriage one pale foot after other, her legs frezzing, from the frigid December air. She pulled her multiple bags out of the carraige, carrying them behind her through the snow. Why must I have chosen NOW to come. She stood, frustrated at the weight of her bags, and dropped herself into the snow. She pulled out her wand, and then said a spell, and right before her eyes, her bags began floating toward the doorway and into the castle. She followed behind them, pleased with herself, at how well she handled the situation. She glanced at the other students walking by, as they stared at her. She gave them each a glare, and that instantly turned each head that looked at her.

As she stepped into the spacious entrance hall, she analyzed each and every aspect of her new home. Home, she never thought that she would think of her school that way. She smiled at the thought, home, she liked the sound of it. She'd never heard herself think of anywhere but in her father's arms as home. She then made her way to the dining hall, for the first years sorting, as she had earlier been instructed.

She watched closely as each name was called in order. The cloak surprised her, she thought it would be wise and say witty things, but it seemed more of a sarcastic teenager to her. Finally they called her name, she quickly walked, at almost a running pace, up to the cloak. She put it on and closed her eyes, trying to imagine what the cloak would say about her. She opened her eyes growing impatient as she waited for an answer, and then just as she was about to scream out asking for her house already, it was announced. Just as she had hoped. She was now an official student of Beauxbatons, and of the _______ house.


[Must be Sournois

[mynamemygame]

First Name: Cameron
Middle Name: Rosemarie
Last Name: Cullen
Age: 16

Appearance: Cameron or Cam had curly,wild blond hair and hazel eyes. Cam has full red lips and a light rosy blush on her cheeks. She is constantly wearing a nose stud and has her cartilage and double piercing in her ear.

History: Cam was born in Los Angeles, California with her mom, Jenni, her dad, Josh, her sister, Carlie, and her brother Michael.
Personality: Cam is tough but is also shy and sensitive and really smart. She is really fit and athletic, but she acts like a dumb blond.

Sample RP:

I walked down the road practicing my gymnastics,tumbling,and cheers. A faded howl broke through the night. I whirled around holding my clenched fists up. A snarl broke through the trees and I laughed evilly. Shooting fire out of my hands and watching as everything rose up in flames and my attacker was revealed. I crouched next to him and dug my nail down his cheek. "Such a handsome one." I purred. "To bad you have to die." I snapped my fingers and he screamed in pain and horror as the flames pulled him deep down under.

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[meera hausser']

First Name:

Meera

Last Name:

Hausser

Age:

Seventeen

Appearance:

History:

In late winter Nicora Hausser gave birth to a little girl, her first and only child. The birth had been unplanned, but Nicora and Joseph, both unmarried chose to go through with the child bearing process. Nicora, a simple waitress at the ripe age of nineteen, fell irrevocably and hopelessly in love with Joseph Doyon. He was a man of travel, never seeking to linger in one location for long, but all the same he returned her affections. In the few months he had obliged to stay, Nicora learned of her pregnancy, refusing to rid herself of the child. Nicora was desperate to keep Joseph at her side, though he had long ago told her he had no intention of staying. She had sought to keep him all along, the pregnancy her means of doing so.

Though Joseph hadn't intended the affections grow so deeply, he was unable to leave her, due to the fact she was to bear his child. The two remained unmarried, even after their little girl was brought into the world. Her mother, not bothered with the details, left it with Joseph to name their child. Little Meera he had always called her. Though Joseph felt bound to Nicora, by length of their daughter, he still traveled often obediently kissing Nicora on the cheek, as one would expect from a couple.

Nicora never knew of his where-abouts nor did she ask, because she knew just as well as the sun would rise, that Joseph would return to her, to his daughter. She had fallen in love with a man who had only temporarily returned his affections. She refused to believe that the blank look in his eyes, the discerning gaze had been her own undoing. She had graced them with a child, something she hadn't longed at such a young age, but she had kept her Joseph. That was all that mattered, all that really mattered.

Nicora's affections rarely ventured in the direction of her daughter, the selfish woman saw the girl as nothing more, as a tie or rather a leash on Joseph. Meera saw little of her father, something she didn't notice as a child. While she was still at home, this seemed nothing but the norm. She thought nothing of it, as she strove for her mother's attention in her early years. More often than not Meera was swept aside as her mother worried over Joseph. When he would return. When he would call. When she would see his face again. Nothing Meera could do could grab her mothers attention when her father was away, no matter the importance.

Even though she felt her mother's battle for attention, Meera remembers those day when her father was home to be the happiest ones. His face was always lit with a cheeky smile and with every venture he had a story to tell. Meera's father was lively, bright and everything that her mother was not. With very visit, she was met with bitter sweet appeal. While her father regarded her highly and with affection, Meera knew her mother felt differently. It was during these visits that she felt the most uncomfortable with her mother. It seemed every moment was a battle for affection. While her father was away, it was hard enough to grasp her mothers attention, but while he was home it was as though she didn't exist at all.

When she began to school, Meera had eminent relief. Among her peers she didn't have to battle for attention, rather she was often centered to it. She had been graced with her mothers inconceivably good looks, one of few things she could be thankful. Meera wasn't extremely talented at making friends, with her temperament, but they stuck around. While she got no attention at home, she grew used to the attention at school. She craved it rather. Even with speech dripping with sarcasm, the teachers grew to adore her fun-loving personality. While she was away, she felt a completely different person. A personality, she thought to be much like her dads. While he was away that was.

As she entered school, her fathers visits became less and less frequent. With her father becoming more sparse, her mothers anxiety grew. Meera found herself straying from home every time an opportunity was offered her. Staying the weekend with her girls, or taking a night out on the town with the boys. Her mothers behavior scared her, both edgy and fiery. It wasn't on slim occasion that her mother was on the seeking end of arguments. It had occurred to Meera that her mother was attached to a man she could never truly have, wholeheartedly. Meera had grown accustomed to the look in his eyes. Deep and empty, when he looked at her mother. Meera wondered if he had ever really cared for her at all. He returned on occasion, but they never married and he never stayed longer than was due, and he always gazed at her with that same empty look in his eyes.

That empty gaze which she had witnessed on her mother countless times, was never cast in her direction. Her father looked at Meera in a different light. She was still his little Meera, he offered her everything he always had. Unconditional love, though she only received it from a distance. After a time, Nicora must have come upon the same realization as her daughter. It irked her that she received nothing but a kiss on the cheek, as though it was a duty. The light in his eyes, when he gazed upon his daughter no longer escaped her attention. Her love had been replaced by that of her own daughter. The link she had sewn was only serving to pull him farther from him.

Meera had grown to recognize her mother as the selfish sentient being she was, but did nothing of it. She had born her into this world and if nothing else, Meera could thank her for the life she had. Even if it was an unhappy one at home. When Meera turned seventeen she saw her father for the last time. He gave her a silver locket then, a picture of the two them when they were younger placed inside. That was the last time either of them saw them, as he died a year later in a fatal car accident. The news was devastating on both accounts.

The only family that had ever cared for Meera was gone. The incident was harsh, she could no longer await those visits from her father. No more would he grace her with magnificent tales, or would she see the light in his eyes. Her home was nothing more, but a reminder of her bitter past. Meera couldn't even look towards moments of happiness anymore, her mother sunk into a deep depression. She had suffered from loving a man all her life, a man who hadn't loved her in return. His death marked the end of Meera's relationship with her mother.

Nicora refused to eat or leave the house, satisfied in her own self pity. In an act of desperation Meera her her mother taken into hospital care, afraid that she would die of malnutrition if she wasn't taken care of. Nicora refused to care for herself, thinking that all that had mattered in life was gone. It was a painful realization for Meera, to know that her mother had never cared for her in the first places. To know that she had never been anything but an act of selfishness, a token for her mothers wants. Even still she worked to care for her mother taking on a job as she schooled, paying what bills she could.

One day changed it all abruptly. While attending her mother she started into a fitful rage as had become normal. Her mother was suffering from severe depression and violent mood swings had been born through the process. As Meera had sat at her bedside, fingers idly playing with the chain around her neck, her mothers eyes had gone ablaze as they did with any memory of her father. Nicora had snatched the chain breaking from her mothers neck, fitful over the love he had given her daughter instead of her. Meera's eyes widened as watched, her mother furious, as she started in disbelief at the pain her daughter had caused her. Tears had welled in her eyes, as her mother back handed her throwing the locket across the room. It was only when the nurse hurried into the room, hurrying her out, that Meera left.

Once her mother had drifted, she returned, retrieving her locket from the far corner of the room. Placing a kiss on her mother's cheek, just as her father always had, she left. That was the last time she saw her mother, though she left her contact with the hospital should anything happen. As much hurt as the woman had caused her, she was still her mother.

Personality:

Riddled with uncertainty, Meera greets every stranger with a sense of weariness. Being a product of a dysfunctional relationship, she is hesitant to let herself follow the same path. She wants to be untouched by both the inexplicable pain her mother felt and the passionateless ties her father was bound by.

Though on first impression, Meera could be seen as remarkably imposed evidence of her past only serves to gradually degrade that one wall of fortitude/ Even though her move helped to settle her ever warring conflict, it still lingers, the aftermath of that pain fatiguing her every move. The company she finds in others is a relief, a chance for her to be the girl she has always wanted to be. Loyalty is not easily found in her eyes, but when found Meera won't let it slip through her fingers. Upon finding a redeeming quality she clings to it, afraid to have them gaze upon her with that same lifeless gaze hr father had met her mother with all those years.

When a friendship threatens to become anything More, Meera finds herself distances herself from the male in question. She is afraid of relationships so meets their approach with careful sarcasm. It's wide spread that Meera is a tease, going along with the playful banter until one decides to get close. Then she makes her escape, making either loose contact, or meeting their confrontations with that same playful sarcasm. A difficult maneuver, but she feels safe in her disillusionment. Meera sees to it that no boy dares move past friendship and she fears the day one does.

Despite her nature to pull away she has a bright, attractive personality, with which she masks her pain. Her voice playful and jovial, a gentle southern drawl, helps to further reiterate the intent of her words. An array of expressions can always be expected on the features of her face, characterized by the nature of conversation. Easily embarrassed or taken at unawares it isn't uncommon to see her cheeks lit with a dusky rose shade. A spectacle to watch, her expression never fails to give away her true stance.

A poor liar by nature, Meera falters over false statements, in the end giving in or refusing to speak her piece. Very tight-lipped about her past, she still struggles over insecurity and feeling in place. Constantly providing a laugh with her stumbles, she tries to find the light in situations. Generally she sees the good over bad, but it is coming to trust that person which is hardest for her. Not soft spoken, Meera has a tendency for speaking before thinking, the upbringing of her sarcasm. It plays part to her eager need to speak and be heard, whether or not the statement always be justified.

Her true comforts can be found in writing and music. Poetry, journals, song writing, or anything else of the sort. It isn't uncommon for her to have some musical device or pad of paper at hand. It suits to calm her nerves, she feels as though paper is the only place for her thoughts to be truly considered. She accompanies many of her lyrics with her own chords which she has created on her guitar. Ironic as it is, Meera is as easy to read as words laid out openly on a page. Seeking only to find happiness in life, she side steps danger, choosing a careful path.

Sample RP:

Finally, all her classes had been convened for the day, leaving her the rest of the afternoon to go about conducting whatever business she thought to be necessary. Where she knew she had work to be completing, the weight of procrastination was heavy on her shoulders. She had been working on her music all day long, she didn't want to spend the few luxury hours she had on the same subject. She knew that if anything she'd end up frustrated, as she had been over the last few days. Meera was just having difficulties turning this song into something she liked, of course, she had been praised for the work but it wasn't what she had in mind. Sighing, she scuffed her ballet shoes impatiently against the walk way. It was true when people said that you were your own worst critic, but she just couldn't let herself get over it. She was a bit cynical when it came to her own work, it never came out the way she wanted it. A night spent on homework was the last thing she wanted, tonight she only wanted to calm her nerves. Maybe she'd relax in the common room or near the lake. She just needed something to preoccupy her mind for a little bit, it was always best when she got away from her work, even if only for a short time.

Her slim fingers, fiddled with the edge of her coffee colored bow, her blue eyes scanning the grounds. The weather was still nice, too nice for her to be dwindling her time away indoors. There weren't many students out here, but that was fine and well. After all Meera was comfortable by herself, it was something she had become very accustomed to as a growing child. Attention had never been a prioity on her parents list, not under any circumstance. Besides the sun was nice and she needed some sun, the darkness of the palace was prone to give her migraines. Pulling her hand away from the soft material of her dress, she pushed her sun glasses upon her head, taking a seat on a stone bench. The tree well shaded the area, offering a cool oasis, amidst the hot afternoon. Her bangles fell down her arm and she smiled softly crossing her legs across one another as she set her belongings down beside her.

She had rather been hoping that someone might have an agenda for the night, but it seemed everyone had something else on their hands. For once she had no plans of her own. Truth be told she wasn't really sure who she could ask anyways. Usually she let Heather or Bella do the inviting. She knew so few people in the area. She shrugged her shoulders casually dropping the subject as she gazed ponderously out among the grounds, watching the occasional student pass. Humming softly she let her palms rest against the bench as she slid off her shoes and wriggled her toes in the cool, soft grass.

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[kittyrosebud]

Ok...going to give this another try...

First name: Vaati

Last name: Dragmire

Age: 17

Appearance: Vaati is about 3 foot 4 inches. He is very pale and is slim. He weighs about 70 pounds and has bright purple hair that reaches just past his shoulder blades. He has glowing red eyes that are easy to get lost in. He has a large scar just below his left eye, caused by an injury he received when he was just a toddler. Vaati is usually always seen in a purple dress just past the hips. He also wears red pants and shoes. He also wears a purple cap and wears looped earrings. He either has a blank face or an evil grin, which often creeps out anyone who is looking at him.

Personality: Vaati is half demon and half human. He is easy to get angry. He has a short temper and is often seen getting angry over the smallest of things. He is also very curious and is always trying to learn new things. He has heart for the girls and tries to be nice to them. The sweet side of Vaati is very pleasant to be around, but he is also very unpredictable. Vaati can easily go from happy to angry with a click of the finger, and this has made him lose a lot of friends. Vaati often feels lonely and depressed. If anyone tries to attach themselves to him, he immediately tries to draw them away. Because of his dramatic early childhood it is also believed that Vaati has nightmares and he often does not sleep well. This makes him even harder to be around. The day after a bad dream is a day where no one wants to be around Vaati. He holds grudges with the people who make him angry and he will try to take revenge.

Vaati is quiet and soft spoken, but when he has one of his angry fits he can be loud and very scary. He is extremely smart and can often problem solve very quickly, but his wisdom does fall short when he is in an angry state. At this point he does not think clearly and this is often when he does get into trouble. Vaati also gets bored easily and is always trying to find something to do, even if it means spying on someone else. Spying is actually one of Vaati's favorite things to do since he can so easily fuse with someone else's shadow. Love has never truly found Vaati and it doesn't seem to interest him at this time.

History:
Vaati was born on October 23rd 1992 to a human mother named Helen Robinson. Vaati was a result of a curse placed upon her 9 months earlier by a demon prince named Keaton Dragmire. Tragically his mother did not survive his birth. He was her only child. Shortly after Vaati's birth he was taken away by his father to the kingdom that the prince lived.

Keaton raised Vaati for the first 2 years of the young boy's life. During this year a war broke out in the region and Keaton invaded another race to try to control and take advantage of their healing powers and never ending knowledge. During this time Vaati stayed close to his father and watched the torment that these innocent people endured from his own father. During one of the battles Keaton was critically wounded. During his dying breathe he told his son to run and to not look back. He wanted his son to go until he could not go any longer. Vaati ran for a long time. Then he was attacked by a possessed wolf while venturing though a field. Vaati received many injuries, including a bad injury to his left eye. He collapsed in passed out. Shortly after he was found by a young warrior whom picked up the boy and carried him to his home. The woman who lived there, Janel, took him in as her new son.

Vaati was sick at first and was rather quiet, but after his injuries healed it became very clear that he had a big temper. He would have fits of rage. His hands would often burst into flames and he would burn anyone he touched. As Vaati grew older he also learned that he was incredibly powerful. He found out that he could shoot beams of light from his eyes and float in the air with ease. He took advantage of his powers and often got into a lot of trouble. His true trouble started when he started school. He was soon expelled for his disruptive behavior. Vaati's parents found his behavior very frustrating, but they worked with him and tried desperately to control his anger.

Vaati, like many of his adoptive brothers and sisters, whom also had many magical powers, was home schooled by his mother. He would often get into fights with his brothers and sisters. Everyone could be a victim of his rage. When someone got on his good side they were like best friends though. Vaati's friendships would never last long and he would soon find himself lonely and bored again. As he grew into his teens Vaati discovered that he was able to change the shape of his body. He used this to his advantage and would often fuse himself into other people's shadows so that he could spy on them. This got him into even more trouble and he would often get very frustrated when he would get caught.

Often when Vaati became angry he would lose control of his powers and would shoot beams of light out of his eyes or his hands would burst into flames, burning anyone that was close to him. This frustrated his parents, whom where often the victims of his rage. It also scared his younger brothers and sisters, who didn't understand what it was that they had did to make him so angry in the first place. Vaati was enrolled to Beauxbatons Acedemy in hopes that he would soon be able to control his rage and learn to control his ever increasing powers.

Strengths:
Vaati has many strengths. He is able to bend light and shoot beams of light from his eyes. He is also a fire bender and can shoot balls of fire from his hands. Vaati is a shape shifter and can change into almost anything that he wants. He is also an air bender and can float in the air with ease. He can also cause the winds to shift and can knock someone down just by making the wind blow faster. He is also very charming and knows how to get the attention of girls.

Weaknesses:
A long with his many strengths, Vaati also has many weaknesses. He lacks control of his powers when he is angry, which has caused many people to become injured. Also he is a cross dresser and this has caused for him to be made fun of, which has caused some of his fits of rage. He has never had a haircut and the mention of getting one will also send him into a raging fit. Vaati also has a weakness for girls and is a big flirt. He has a hard time choosing who he wants to be with though, so at this time he is single. When Vaati practices his powers with targets he often misses his target and hits something else. He is currently working hard on this weakness and it is believed that he may have trouble seeing out of his left eye, which was damaged when he was a toddler.

Sample RP:
It was a dark night and Vaati could not sleep. It was his last day at home before he went to enroll in Beauxbatons. He was laying in bed thinking about what the next few months may bring him. He startled when there was a knock on his door. It was his mother. Vaati got up and stumbled to the door and opened it. “What do you want?” Vaati muttered with a blank face. “I just wanted to tell you how much I love you and wish you a lot of luck at this new school.” His mother had sorrow in her eyes. He didn't care, he felt like he was being abandoned. He was trying to be better, but something inside of him just did not feel right. He gave out a big sigh and hugged his mother weakly. Then told her she should leave while he packed his things.

Vaati walked to the closet and pulled out his suitcase. He started pulling his belongings out of the closet too and placing them in his suitcase. He felt very depressed and a little angry. He didn't want to leave the comfort of his home, but he also knew that this was the way it had to be in order for him to gain control, also get some instructions, and possible even learn new things. He ran into an old picture. It was one of when he was just a toddler. Vaati's wounds had barely healed in this photo and he was sitting next to his older brother, whom had rescued him from the field. He let out a deep sigh and tucked the photo into the bottom of his suitcase.

As the bus pulled up to pick Vaati up to take him to Beauxbaton, Vaati let out a deep sigh. He wanted to go but he also was very unsure of what the future was going to bring him. Vaati picked up his suitcase and started toward the bus. As he climbed on he set his suitcase down and turned towards his mother and grinned at her, “Don't forget who I am and don't forget to write!” Were his final words to her. Vaati picked up his suitcase and walked to the back of the bus and sat down alone in the back set and stared at the back of the heads of the other future students. He knew they were different too and he would soon get an opportunity to get to know them. He closed his eyes and thought of what the future may hold.

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[samanthacyvato]

First Name: Samantha
Last Name: Cyvato
Age: 18
Appearance: Samantha is a tall girl, even taller than her mother. She stands at 5'8, 3 inches taller than her mother. She has pale skin, not like a vampire in Twilight, but it would be liked tannned Twilight vampire skin. Her eyes aren't ordinary, as they are sky blue. She has long, curly brown hair the color of mahogany wood. Her curly hair is sometimes flattened, but not very often. She isn't skinny and she isn't even close to being fat. She is a bit closer to skinny than fat.
History: Samantha was born on July 17, 1991 to Griffin and Alura Cyvato in Canada. Griffin was killed when Samantha was 7. Voldemort had killed him when he was on buisness in Britain, Frightened, Alura and Samantha fled to France, hoping to regain peace. Samantha has been accepted to begin studies at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
Personality: Samantha is pretty clever. She can be ambitious, but only when it is worth fighting for. She is very intelligent. She is known for being smarter than her History teacher, but Potions are a bust for her. She is cute. She is very romatic, and is also sensitive. She is creative, but she can't express her feelings much. Samantha has astigmatism, and a very mild case of dyslexia. She wears contacts to help.
Sample RP: Samantha finished drinking her pumpkin juice and began to run off to her room.

"You ate faster than your grandmum, dear. Would you like more to eat?" her mother suggested.

"No thanks, mum. I am plenty full," she denied, getting closer to her room as she spoke.

As soon as Samantha entered her room, her rabbit Sprinkles jumped in her face. The two of them plopped down on the bed, and Samantha began to stroke her fur.

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It was very late at night, and Samantha was so tired. She put Sprinkles in his bed and drifted off into a short sleep.

Please expand on the history and personality. We also ask for a three paragrapgh rp sample

[everath]

FIRST NAME:

Evangeline

MIDDLE NAME:

Gabrielle

LAST NAME:

Everath

AGE:

15

BIRTHDAY:

June 15th

BLOOD:

Mixed-Blood (Elvish & Witch)

APPEARANCE:

BELLE, CAMILLA

PERSONALITY:

at times Evangeline can be pretty hyper and just overall outgoing, especially when she's with her friends since she just wants to have the best time she can possibly have. It's pretty normal for someone her age, though, even though she's always telling people she's special/unique. You know the saying 'your friends are the family you picked for yourself'? well that's exactly how evangeline treats her friends, just like family. Though she tries to not get into any fights with them it does tend to happen, and over the most stupid of things as well. She's very loyal to all her friends and always tries to be there for them when they need her, and even when they don't. Evangeline isn't the type of person to ask someone if they're alright or not, she just somehow always knows.

Though at times she can get a bit moody, she doesn't have a huge temper, though when she does get mad everyone will known right off the bat. She's not one to hide her feelings at all, but she tries not to tell everyone everything since she's been in high school and she knows how teenagers work. Though she has had to deal with all that stupid high school drama, which she ever starts, it just gives her a better perspective on how cruel the real world truly can be, especially the muggle world. She still manages to make friends even with being aloof with them, telling them things, but not everything just enough to get them to stop asking questions. No one, not even her parents have been able to even change this personality trait of hers even though many have tried.

Evangeline can be pretty stubborn when it comes to doing something she wants or standing her ground in any sort of fight. But she does listen to the other's reasons for the fight and she does take their feelings into consideration, but even so she still never falters from her side to their's. Some think that she secretly doesn't care, and that's partly true, she really doesn't, but that doesn't mean she's all about evangeline all the time. She does care when it matters, but about small things like school drama she just tends to ignore it all and move on with her life.

FAMILY:

Jonathan Chanel/41/Elvish/real father
Damien Everath/42/Muggle/'father'
April Everath/40/Witch/mother

HISTORY:

Born in London, England to a loving mother and father, she had a life most children would dream of having at times. Her father was a muggle lawyer and her mother was a secretly a witch, although somehow she always knew she was different from the rest, as was her mother. A small seal on her powers was placed once she accidentally turned her kitten pink after starting the first grade. Her mother was proud of her, but her father had become angry for some reason. Evangeline thought it was before she was different he was upset with her, and that much was partly true, but her mother wouldn’t give her any clues as to what was going on until things began to get worse when she made one of her classmates disappear. The panic this created caused the family to move to Ireland, to live with one of her mother’s old childhood and current best friend, Jonathan Chanel.

Living with Jonathan was a different experience for Evangeline, a new school, new house, and new friends were to be made it was all just overwhelming for her in the beginning. She didn’t fit in with the other students at her school much; some of them actually took the time to ignore her at all times while others just treated her like dirt. It was as if she was stuck in one of her old nightmares and couldn’t figure out how to wake her up, no matter how hard she tried. At home her mother and Jonathan were constantly flirting, and even hooked up a few times while Damien was away on a business trip (cheating as well). Evangeline didn’t mind this part very much, she actually liked Jonathan, more then she even liked her own father who seemed to grow distant from her and her mother each day since they moved there. Soon her mother and father realized they were both cheating on each other due to the obvious signs and a year later had gotten a divorce finalized and were already with other people.

A year after that her mother married Jonathan in their hometown of Paris, France and decided to even move there to start their new life fresh and new once more. Evangeline didn’t mind the move this time since she actually enjoyed Paris more than she did London and Scotland, it was more exciting and alive then the other cities, especially at night. One day while looking through some old boxes her mother had stored upstairs in their attic she found something disturbing inside a small music box filled with letters to her mother from Jonathan about wanting to see his child, Evangeline. She knew she couldn’t just confront her mother or even Jonathan about her findings so for a while she decided to keep quiet about it all and wait until the two would willingly tell her.

SAMPLE RP:

It was around noon when evangeline walked out of the classroom in a daze after a voice on the PA system had called her down to take a phone call in the office. She never understood why her parents had placed her into a normal school if she could have gone off to any school for magic and become better then she was now. Recently her magic has been getting her into a lot of trouble, for starters she was supposed to find a partner on her next birthday. A partner wasn't something she was really looking forward to at the moment, even so they could help her a lot. Evangeline was still young and wanted to experience a lot more before she had to think about that kind of crap. Her parents had always wanted to help her find her partner, but every time they spoke up she completely refused since this was going to be her life and she didn't want her parents to just pick out random people.

On her way toward her school's front office she passed by a couple snogging in the hallway causing her to trip over her own feet. Public displays of affection was something she hated the most, whether seeing it or even (gods help us) doing it seeing as the thought of swapping spin with the opposite sex just seemed like a total turn off. So many germs, thought Evangeline as she was finally out of sight from the couple. She took a small staircase which most students don't know of leading down toward the front office. When she finally reached the office her parents were there with a smile on their face and tears welling up in her mother's eyes. A phone call huh? I wonder what this is all about...Maybe someone died. Oh no! that would be terrible! Was it Grandma lily?

Her parents did nothing but smile at her as they handed her a letter with her name printed beautifully on the front. Turning it over she noticed the seal was one of Beaxbatons since it contained the school's crest in the center of the red wax. Opening it slowly she read the letter as a smile immediately warmed her pale face causing other students whom were passing by to look at her a bit confused. Evangeline tried her best not to jump for joy, literally, as she looked at her parents causing their smiles to grow greater.

I'm going to say Rouerie

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[julipup]

Name: Julius Christopher Parker
Age: 15
Appearance: Julius is rather small for someone his age, despite being almost sixteen he looks more like he could barely be thirteen. His small build doesn’t much help this factor either. With a messy head of dark brown-almost black hair that almost reaches his shoulders and deep dark chocolate brown eyes. He really looks quite adorable, his pale skin and several freckles are scattered across his nose, this just adds to the fact that and makes him seem even more adorable. Julius is rather self conscious about showing off his body too much; he has several scars on his arms and legs from infliction caused by some previous families of his. Often Julius will wear rather large clothing like baggy jeans and a plain sweater.

History:

Julius was conceived from an affair his father had with a young woman one night, his existence remained unknown even after his father’s death. So Julius has never known who his father is at all. After discovering her pregnancy Julius’s mother was furious and attempted to kill the child that grew inside her, thankfully for Julius she was unsuccessful.

Sadly though, after giving birth to him, Julius’s birth mother left him in a box on the side of the street in nothing but a tiny hospital blanket to save him from the cold. Barely even a few days old Julius was defenseless and alone in this huge world.

Thankfully he was discovered quite quickly and was taken to a nearby Orphanage where he lived for the next year of his young life; soon he began to be fostered by several couples. The now four year old little boy still refused to talk though. No one had ever heard him even speak, everyone around him pretty much decided to give up on the young boy, many foster families came and went, several ended quite badly with even police being involved, each time he was returned to the Orphanage quickly, until a young Brunette woman named Teresa Parker started working at the Orphanage. For some reason Julius took an instant liking to the young woman and was often found following her around, quietly helping her as she worked, she never minded the tiny boy following her and found herself feeling protective of him.

One night about a month before Christmas of his fourth year Julius awoke screaming and crying, bad memories of his past returning to the surface of his mind. Unable to control it he could calm himself down. Not one person could calm the terrified four year old boy, for five hours he continued to cry, screaming in terror every time someone would come near him. Finally Teresa arrived and heard the crying going on up stairs, she rushed up and entered the room he was in, after everything was explained she Managed to move over to him and held him while he cried, slowly his crying settled and he calmed. It was then that Teresa knew she needed to take care of him.

For the next month she fought to adopt him, many people refusing as soon as they heard she had a wife, some people can be so cruel at times because of one thing about a person, their race, skin color, things a person cannot help about themselves. Two days before Christmas while Teresa was working, her wife, Jillian got a phone call. Some big news was delivered and she hurried over to the Orphanage to share it. With a wide smile she hurried over to where her wife was working with several of the younger children, Julius included.

The news was revealed quickly and everyone was excited. Finally their wish had been accepted, starting as foster parents they were allowed to keep Julius. For the next two years Julius lived with them as his foster parents, the three grew close and Julius adored them both, he felt safe with them and this made the little boy of six very happy.

Yet again problems about his family life were raised once more just before he was due to start school, because of this he was not able to start school with many other children his age. The custody issues were soon sorted out and Jillian and Teresa were able to finally adopt young Julius. As he had missed nearly half a year of school it was soon decided that Jillian would home school him for a start, this they agreed on quickly as Julius was still having issues with talking, they were afraid that going to school would make it worse, being around far too many people he didn’t know may scare him.

Julius soon showed just how intelligent he really was, he barely spoke still and when he did it was barely above a tiny whisper. With Jillian as his teacher he was much happier and was soon talking more than they had ever heard him, by the time he was almost eight, three years of schooling, he was talking as much as a normal child his age. He was still quiet around people he didn’t know but found it easier to open up.

His eighth year of life proved to be far more interesting, an accident occurred and he showed his first major signs of magic, both Jillian and Teresa had come from magical families so this was not so bad, Julius however panicked and become highly upset until they spoke to him carefully. Things were sorted and Jillian added an extra lesson to his ‘classes’, to help him with his magic.

Once more things seemed to settle and things returned to what they could call ‘normal life’. At the age of twelve Julius discovered he had an older sister Paige, a half sister actually it turned out. She stayed with them for almost a year and then continued keeping in contact, Julius and Paige become quite close during this time, both fiercely protective of each other despite age differences. Julius’s homeschooling continued but upon hearing Paige was going to Beauxbatons Academy Julius told his mothers, he actually wanted to continue his magical education there, hearing this his mothers were more than happy and soon enrolled him also, hoping that Julius will be able to make more friends in a more comfortable place, while knowing his sister will be nearby if he needs a break or some help.

Personality:

Julius is a really sweet and rather soft spoken young person. He is very determined and will always follow through when he says he will do something, it is hard to get him to ever change his mind when in this state, however he is quite sensitive at times which can be somewhat challenging to deal with, he tends to get along better with girls rather than other guys. He is incredibly active though and he loves the outdoors. Julius can often be found with a book in his hand just laying out in a garden area or even half way up a tree. He has a fascination with heights, and loves being up high, even if it means either climbing up a tree or even up to the roof.

Sadly Julius has trouble making friends, due to his past he barely talks, when he does he will sometimes stutter and mostly avoids eye contact until he trusts them, when he does make friends; he is truly loyal to them. If they ever need any kind of help he will be the first one at the front line to help out. Julius has such a sweet aura about him that people seem to be drawn to him, girls seem to love him but his rather innocent nature makes him rather oblivious to many things, including when someone likes him. However his sweet nature and rather sensitive side make him a great person to go to when upset or if you need to talk to someone, he will always listen and try to help out.

However Julius tends to be quite overprotective of those he cares about, one of few moments you will see a separate side of him, a side that can become quite frightening if someone he loves is harmed in any way. In this state he has an extreme temper when his loved ones are concerned, he also has a pet peeve when it is in relation to some certain beliefs, his temper and protective nature combined when people ‘bash’ on the belief of it being ‘wrong’ to like those of the same gender, as he has two adoptive mothers it a soft spot for him and he will not stand by if someone says something about it being ‘wrong’.

RP Sample:
Julius slowly started to rise from the deep sleep he was in, he groaned and rolled over, his pillow slipped of the side of his bed and landed with a soft ‘Plop’ on the floor. Julius didn’t move. With a sigh he rolled over, his eyes tightly shut hiding his deep brown eyes from the harsh morning sun that was streaming through his window, now why wasn’t his curtain closed?

Reaching around over the side of his bed he tried to find his pillow without opening his eyes. He sighed again and rolled back over, tugging his sheets over his head instead. As he did this he heard laughter from his doorway. A smile couldn’t be helped from rising on his face. Slowly he peered over the sheets and grinned, “Hey Mom…” he said, his voice a little deeper from the sleep that remained.

The small brunette woman smiled back and made her way over to his bed, carefully sitting n the end and looking at the still sleeping Julius, “Hey Hun’ you’re going to need to get up soon or you’re going to miss your ride.” She reminded him.

Quickly Julius jumped up and ran to his closet, quickly grabbing a worn pair of jeans and a sweater, “Mom! Why didn’t you wake me earlier?!” he called over his shoulder as he rushed to the bathroom and jumped in the shower, his mothers laughter echoing down the large hallway as she went down stairs.

One quick shower later and a check that all of his stuff he would need was packed and ready to go when it was time and he hurried down the stairs for breakfast. A tall blonde woman was already seated at one end of the small kitchen and dining area, a mug of Coffee in one hand and an opened newspaper in the other. Julius grinned and silently walked forward, sneaking behind the blonde as quietly as he could.

A small chuckle is heard coming from the blonde before she speaks, “Don’t even think of it squirt, you know I would catch you before you could even reach me…” Julius laughs and hurries over to her. Quickly hugging her and stealing her last piece of toast, “Hey Ma’ sleep well?”

She laughs in response and hugs him, messing his hair up, “Well I slept good Squirt and your Mom has said you did also, nearly missed your ride I hear.” She grins and winks at him as she stands, folding the paper before placing it on the bench.

Julius grins and shakes his head, “Does she ever NOT tell you anything Ma?” at that moment the brunette from earlier wonders in laughing, “I’ll take that as a No then Mom?”

The brunette smiles and shakes her head, “Sweetie Jilly, knows pretty much everything about me, and we don’t keep any secrets, especially about you….” She smiles again, a few tears in her eyes, the reality of this day finally beginning to hit her, her little boy was going away to school, all on his own.

Spotting the signs Julius looks up, Looking to his ‘Ma’ for support as he speaks, “Come on Mom, I’m fifteen now, I’m going to be just FINE!”

Catching his look the blonde nods and hugs her wife, “Come on Tere’ he has a point, besides you know that Paige will keep an eye out for him, AND he has to send a message as soon as he is settled in… right Squirt?” she turns to Julius as she says this and he nods quickly.

“Of course I will Ma! No questions about it!” He grins and clears up his plates, checking his watch as he turns around, “Now come on! I need to get to the station or I’m going to be late!” he hurries out of the kitchen and back up to his room. Grabbing the side of his trunk he tugs it along beside him until his ‘Ma’ hurries up to him for help.

She smiles, “You’re certainly excited Squirt! Happy to leave your poor mothers behind?” She fakes a pout and looks towards him as they reach the car and place his luggage into it. Julius looks up and grins, “Course not Ma’ You know I love you guys more than anything, but I want to make some friends, and see my Sis’ again! I got a letter from her saying she got into the Cossu house, do you think I will end up in the same house as her?” he tilts his head as a curious look crosses his face.

His Ma’ smiles and pats his head, “Not sure squirt, but you will end up where you are meant to be, now where is that Mom of yours….?” Right at that moment she rushes out of the house with an extra bag.

“Alright! I’m here, I’m here, let’s get going we don’t want Juli’ to miss his train!” The brunette woman hurries to the car and before they know it the tiny family is off.

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Now Julius sits alone in a compartment on the train, his trunk and few bags are packed up above him as he stares out the window next to him. Quietly he wonders aloud to himself, “Now my own journey has begun, where will I end up…?” he smiles and sits back in his seat, “I guess only time will tell…”

Must be Rouerie[/b]

[ameythstdecastle]

First Name: Ameythest Rosemarie
Last Name: DeCastle
Age: 15
Appearance Anna popplewell
tall, curvasious build her blood line of Veela,mermaid, Elf is noticeable in her build her features show her blood lines. Ameythest Has the beautiful look of A Veela, the Enchantingly melodic Voice of a Elf And the flowing graceful curvy build of a Mermaid. In Her old School they guys followed her everywhere but she never took a second glance at them she was focused on her Artistic Abilitys and Her Grades.
History: Eredessa VonEveric-DeCastle sat on her new mansion overlooking the style of her new Renassance style ranch he husband Damion Evenstar DeCastle sat beside her one hand on her large tummy as their soon to be born twin girls slept within. One Week later Ameythest rose-marie DeCastle & Alexandre Everic DeCastle were born healthy and Unseperateable but after 10 years tragity struck and Alexandre fell ill with extremely high fever the next day he was gone that day forward She refused to come out of her room she started wearing this stuff
www.polyvore.com/punk/set?id=13202983
for 3 years she wore these kind of outfits
she never spoke untill the day she got a letter to Beauxbaton she then became her old articstily Wonderdful loveing girl.
Personality: Ameythest rose-marie DeCastle Is a Artistic Wonder. Her drawings are so vivid. She loves to go shopping and have fun.. She has somedays she just curls up in a chair and draws thoses are her depressed days . But Normally You will find her out and about working hard to be a top student. Even having fun on free time she is never far from someone in need. She cares for everyone no matter what she is just a Loving Artistic Young Women
Sample RP:
"Amey time to get up!" Ameythest mumbles under her covers as she rolled over in bed making it so her back is to the Ameythest come on mom says its time to get up or you'll be late for school!" Said her Father."oui papa comming" Called Ameythest swinging her feet to the floor she walked to her closet and took out her dance unifom and placed it i her bag before Jerking the door shut when she emerged she looked Cute and elegant wearing this outfit:
www.polyvore.com/party_diva/set?id=13304744Ameythst skiped to the spiral stair case and called down" bonjour maman, im ready "
her mother said" Good morning hun , ok good come on down and eat then we can go meet the carriage ameythest ate her breakfast then ran up the stairs and sent her bags down then she rejoined the family for prayer and then she went to wit for the carriage.



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