Sorting (Term Thirteen)

[shenandoah]

Shenandoah has long, dirty blond hair that sweeps down to just around her shoulder blades. She has thickly lashed brown eyes that just scream 'innocent'. Though innocent is just about as far from what she really is. She towers at about five feet seven inches, and looks like a model that hasn't been groomed properly, really. Though she does keep her nails, hair and everything clean. She is really a farm girl at heart, even when she's here. She likes wearing men's clothes and plaid, checkered clothes. She doesn't go crazy about matching anything and won't die if she doesn't have her hair perfect.

Shenandoah Mae Sheridan was born on March Twenty-first, to two not-so-loving parents, in Cannes, France. Her mother was a muggle that really hadn't expected what she was getting. Her father was a demon that, naturally, left right after Shenandoah was conceived. Her mother died in child birth, right after little Shenandoah had popped out. Because of the tragedy, Shenandoah was adopted by two muggles who took her back to their farmhouse in Tennessee. And from then on, Tayler Sheridan and Royce Sheridan were called 'mommy' and 'daddy' by the little ball of fire.

She had a fairly happy childhood, mostly because her the fits of rage she had were hardly connected with her demon bloodline. But, she was very angry at the world. Her 'parents' had only told her half of the story. Since Shenandoah was born in a wizarding hospital, and her 'parents' were somehow connected with magic, they were able to get the 'inside scoop' on Shenandoah's parents. Especially her father. Her father's name was Alistaire St. James, and he was a full demon, hence him leaving right after Shenandoah was conceived. Through her childhood and pre-teen years, she was so interested and curious about her father and mother that half of her life was spent looking things up about him.

When she was eleven, she got the letter from Beauxbatons, and she was more than ecstatic to go and be free. But, as she expected, her parents weren't going to let a little girl - and especially a little demon girl - go to this school all by herself. They said for her to wait, and, that's when she got her powers. She kicked over everything, hit her parents. Bruised them. Scarred them. And when she calmed down, she went into this little depression. And when she finally came out of it, she was almost thirteen years old.

Her teen years were just unbearable for anyone who knew her, was friends with her, and it was a living hell for her 'parents'. She was such a brat to them that they considered putting her up for adoption yet again, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to be herself ever again. She saw a therapist. She was put in ever program they could find to help her. And luckily, unlike some other half-demons, she was able to control her rage to some extent.

When she was fifteen years old - this year - her 'parents' allowed her to come to Beauxbatons. but with one condition. She had to find others like her. Others that knew what she was going through. And if she did one little thing, she was going to be sent home. Forever.

Shenandoah is very outgoing, believe it or not. She likes meeting new people, and if she sees someone that's unhappy, and that she can help, she will jump at the idea. She doesn't like to think about the idea that people could be as sad as she once was. She doesn't like the idea that she isn't as nice as some people are. So she just tries ten times harder than other people.

She's also very bi-ploar, if you will. Some days she is very perky and hyper and all. And then the next she is down in the dumps and isn't very nice to anyone. Which, yes, contradicts the last paragraph. But she's also a very contradictory person. It's really not her fault most of the time. She does really have a hard life. And there's no one that's nice to everyone every minute of the day.

At first glance, maybe at first word, she seems like just the sweetest - and looks like the - little southern belle you've ever met. She likes to do all those things that the southerners stereotypically like to do. bake, read, ride horses, and all that fun stuff. and With that...

She is really just your average nerd - though she hardly looks like a nerd. Well, without her glasses on. But she loves school to bits and pieces, but not for the reason some do. Most people only like school because, unlike at most country homes like hers, there are tons of people to socialize with. But Shenandoah loved school because she loved learning new things. She loves to know more than the next person. She never missed more than three questions on anything. And she studied like a madwoman.

Andree beamed sheepishly at the boy. Andree couldn't help but giggle when he showed his practically famous ear-to-ear grin. She shook her head slowly from side to side, still laughing the slightest bit. "Ch -- Rafferty, you are the funniest person I've ever met. And you do it without a sound." Dree told him, with a giggle in between every other word. She looked at him, examining every locks of his hair, one beautiful curl after another. She just couldn't resist her next action. She patted his head twice, then, when she knew he least expected it, she ruffled all of his charcoal locks. Then she stopped her continuous giggling and smiled the most innocent smile. She laid back on her elbows, which made her feel relaxed if she ever was.

She nodded and muttered a thank you to the third year. She saw him pour himself more of the alcoholic beverage for himself, and she had to tell him how much she disagreed with his decision. "Rafferty..." she placed her hand on top of his, immediately making him cease the bad choices. "Do you know what your doing to yourself?" was her simple question before she replaced her hand's position and went on with what she was doing. It was more of a rhetorical question, but she wanted him to really think about the after effects of drinking. He could A) die, B) get a disease, or C) live. And she really didn't want to take the chance of her friend dying at this young age. And though getting a disease was just one small step up, it wasn't much of an ultimatum. Besides, if she answered it herself, she would go into rant mode and possibly bore him out of his mind. And wouldn't that be worse?

As if nothing at all had happened, she swiped a bottle of classic Coke, before emptying the bag's contents and sitting sever so swiftly on the bag. She opened the bottle easily, which she knew Rafferty hadn't expected from someone who looked so fragile. She put her lips to the bottle, sipping thirstily from the top. It was as dreary as dreary came, but it was terribly humid and felt like a hundred degrees. She sat the bottle down, steadying it on the grass so it wouldn't tip over. because, she knew if it tipped over, it would spill onto her clothes, which she wouldn't like at all. She looked at him straight in the eyes, still angry with him for drinking that horrid substance. "Yes... fancy." she said, with forced nonchalance while trying to keep the conversation light. The girl laid back on the wet grass, not really caring, now, whether her clothing got damp or not.

She opened her mouth to answer the last question, but with these circumstances, she wasn't sure if she wanted to tell Rafferty how her day was. She looked at him sadly. What did he think? She was depressed. Hell, even suicide had crossed her mind a few times because of her crappy life. And there the boy was, asking her how she was. She didn't want to make his life any worse than it was, either. So, naturally, she lied. "Fine, I guess." she told him, not knowing if she had blown her cover by looking down shyly and playing absently with the dewy grass. She smiled, tears now filling her eyes. Now she knew she had blown her cover. So what did it matter? She cracked. She burst out into hysterical tears and just wanted a shoulder to cry on. perhaps his? She wanted to ask, but just couldn't get the words to come out of her mouth.

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Must be Rouerie

HOPE THAT'S BETTER. CROSSED FINGERS FOR ROUERIE!

[jenna hawthorne]

First Name: Jenna
Middle Name: Grace
Last Name: Hawthorne
Age: sixteen

Appearance:


History: Born on July 5th 1993 to Beverley Anne Hawthorne (nee Johnson) and Stuart Jeremy Hawthorne, Jenna is the oldest and only daughter. She has a little brother called Jacob Alexander Hawthorne who is 12. Beverley is a muggle born witch while Stuart is a pure blood wizard. This makes Jenna and Jacob half-blooded.

Beverly and Stuart met at Beauxbatons. She was a Cossu student whilst he was a Rouerie student. As soon as they both graduated from Beauxbatons, Stuart proposed to Beverly and she said yes. They then moved to Dover, England. This all happened in 1991. The young couple settled into married life for 2 years until April 5th 1993 when Beverley announced that she was 6 months pregnant. The young couple hurried around trying to get stuff for the new baby. 6 months later, Beverley went into labour and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl who was named Jenna Grace Hawthorne. 4 years later, Beverley became pregnant again and gave birth to a little boy who was named Jacob Alexander Hawthorne.

As Jenna grew up, she found a passion in music, art and song writing. By the age of 10, she had found her magic powers. When Jenna turned 10 and Jacob was 6, Stuart got transferred over to Paris, France by his company which meant that the whole Hawthorne family had to move to France with him. This was the year that Jenna was supposed to start at Beauxbatons but her parenrts decided to home school her and her brother.

It is now 2009! Jenna is 16 and is about to head off to Beauxbatons as she got the acceptance letter on her 16th birthday. She is hoping to meet new people and learn more about her magical powers. Her brother is also at Beauxbatons.

Personality: Jenna is just your typical sixteen year old apart from the fact that she is quite talented in muggle and magic life. She feels that she is good at spell casting (charms and transfiguration) and arithmancy but she fails at DADA and dark arts as she isn't very good with dark magic. She also feels that she is good at muggle studies as she has lived in the muggle world for most of her life. Her muggle talents include singing, piano, guitar and saxophone. She feels that she is a competent dancer. Jenna can also write songs depending on her mood. She also loves art but music is her first love.

Jenna has all of the qualities that a good friend should have even though she is only sixteen. She is kind, caring, friendly and trustworthy. She would be nice to people, even those she doesn't like. She is also very bubbly and optimistic about life. Even though she is friendly, she is also rather shy and socially awkward meaning it is hard for her to make friends.

Sample RP: It was a beautiful sunny day and Jenna Hawthorne was lying on top of her bed half asleep. She knew that she had to get up as it was her first day at Beauxbatons and she didn't want to be late. the sixteen year old got out of bed, grabbed the first clothes she saw and before changing into them, the brunette checked if they matched. Jenna wasn't the type of girl that mismatched her outfits. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans with a slogan t-shirt and waistcoat. Jenna started packing up the staff that she needed for beauxbatons and as she was packing, she was thinking that she wouldn't be going home for ages so might as well pack up the stuff that she needed.

Before heading out of her bedroom, The sixteen year old girl decided to do her makeup just as any other girl her age would. The dark brunette believede in natural beauty so she didn't plaster her makeup on. She applied foundation, a touch of blusher, some light pink eye shadow, a thin layer of mascara and pale pink lipgloss. After doing her makeup, Jenna put her makeup bag into her suitcase and zipped the case up. She had already prepared her backpack with the stuff that she would need on her person.

Grabbing her backpack and suitcase, She headed out of her bedroom and down the stairs. The brunette sauntered into the kitchen after putting her bags down and ate breakfast. The minute Jenna finished her breakfast, she heard a horn outside and looked out of the bay window which was in the kitchen and saw the beauxbatons carriage outside. She ran out into the hallway and pulled her brown boots on. The sixteen year old brunette loved boots and sneakers especially converse sneakers as they were her trademark and she would usually be found wearing them. Looking in her bag for the last time, she checked that she had a couple of pairs of converse in her bag. She could easily change the colours of her sneakers with her wand when she was at the academy. The brunette lugged her suitcase out of her house with her backpack on her back and then she got into the carriage. Placing her suitcase under her seat, Jenna sat down, placed her backpack to the side and just relaxed listeining to her purple ipod nano which her dad had enchanted for her.

15 minutes later, the Carriage had arrived at Beauxbatons. Jenna put her ipod away in her backpack, put her backpack on her back, took her suitcase out from under the seat and out of the carriage and then she wheeled it all the way down to the entrance of Beauxbatons. "Wow" the brunette girl exclaimed in her head. She was describing her reaction to how big Beauxbatons was. Jenna went into the entrance hall and dropped her stuff off and waited with the other students waiting to be sorted. A few minutes later, someone came out of the great hall and called all of the new first years to queue up ready to be sorted. Jenna made sure she was somewhere near the middle of the queue as she didn't want to be sorted last but she didn't want to be sorted first. the first years were sorted one by one and then it got to Jenna. "I wonder what house i'm going to be in." the dark brunette girl thought as she waited to be sorted.

(I can't promise that sort of length all of the time)


Must be Cossu[/b]

[saelomcrookshanx]

S a e l o m.
warning! hazard! warning!

,name Saelom Raevon

,sername Crookshanx

,age Fifteen

,gender Young Lady

,blood Pure Blood X Seer X Veela

,blood Australian - French - Irish - German - Sweedish - Canadian - British

,appearance Shailene Woodley

,special features Saelom has a burn mark on her back, shaped as a dragon. She also has a scar on her side from when she fell out of a tree.

,clothing type Usually something classy. She likes plad and to wear sundresses. She usually has something colorful on, it's just her way to express herself. She loves to wear headbands and flowers in her hair.

,hairstyle Saelom's hair is usually curled or waved, it's long and it's a russet red. Sometime it'll be straight.

,height 5'2"

,weight 102 LBS

,personality Curiosity killed the cat, no. Thats not the case with Fifteen year old Saelom Crookshanx. She's like a reporter, very curious and always fishing for the truth. But it's not with top stories, it's with people. She likes to try and figure them out, try and read what there like. Explore there emotions. Shes someone who you can talk to, and someone who can make you laugh. All around, shes a caring person that would rather get hurt then see someone hurting. She likes to write down things about people, observations. And then write if there friends or enemies of something along those lines, she guesses what she'd be if she knew them. Yes, she is very observant. She likes to see all of those intericate details, those ones nobody else but she can see. It's what she thinks, makes her unique. She loves seeing those fine details, when others can't. I guess thats the only snobby side of her. Although she never lashes out in tirades of anger, she still gloats on the inside. Shes also very innocent, she doesn't really cause trouble, actually, she tries her best to stay out of it. When she gets into trouble, most to all of the time its because she got pulled into something.

Shes also very gentle, with her voice and her touch. She's very sensitive. In both senses. Depending on the subject, she can be emotionally touchy. An example is if you bring up her late mother, Claire Crookshanx. Another example of this, is if you make fun of her for her dancing or singing or guitar playing. They are things close to her, so she does not like being critizized. Another sense, is she's sensitive to others. Taking there emotions and cradeling them, making sure there cared for, mended. It's really just how she is, and personally she enjoys helping. She's also very careful, like if shes talking to someone, she will make sure every word was thought out, so she doesn't say something wrong. Saelom, unlike her brothers, is good at reading people. She learns about them by looking them in they eye. All around, shes very helpful...

And optomistic. She's usually almost always happy, very enthusiastic and playful. She loves to talk to people, she actually learned to be socialable by her best friend, Kabriel Lilly. Who inspired her. She's learned to be all of these things. But another thing she is, is defensive. If you insult her, or scare her she'll snap out you. Not more to be hostile, but out of sheer terror, because she does scare easily. And depending on the situation, she can be shy. All around, She's quite mellow. She is also intellegent. Very easy to teach, and loving to learn. Shes facionated by the simplest things, but she just loves to learn about other species. She knows most about Seer's, since she has quite a bit of seer in her. And Pures, and Veela's. But an example, would be Lycans. She knows nothing about them, and really wants to meet one. She also wants to record her ventures, which she does in a little black leather book with the name CYBELE on the front, yes, it was her great grand mothers. She writes all sorts of stuff inside of it.

She is also very sincere, and honest. She wont lie to you unless she absolutely needs to, and even then, she sucks at lying. She can keep a secret for a long time, probably until death, considering she's holding one at this moment. Shes very sure she doesn't tell secrets, and even though her mother always told her not to, she shares secrets with her friends herself. With her friends, shes mischevious and playful.



,history Saelom was born just south of Bordeux. In a town that was unnamed. Thats where her life began. She lived next door to the Lilly family, and among the Lilly's, was a girl named Kabriel. Since they where old enough to talk, the two had been enjoying each others company. But Lilly came from a large family of nine others, nine boys. But only one did she really stick with, and his name was Thomas. He was four years older, and always one step ahead of her with pranks. But back to reality, when she was merely four years old, her mother, Claire Crookshanx, began to teach her how to dance. But it wasn't street dancing, it was Ballet. As a young girl, she loved to see the girls dancing, watching them glid and spin like angel, and she'd always wanted to look and feel that beautiful. Everyday, her mother would take her to the old building where plays where held, and they'd dance alone. Her father, Michael Crookshanx, on the other hand, did not aprove of her and her mothers dancing.

Her father wasn't physically abusive, more or less verbally. He was cruel with words, but in the long run he was quite sweet to them. It was when she was eight, that Claire had been diagnosed with breast cancer. But little did Saelom know that the fatal disease had spread far into her mother, and there was little chance of her mothers life to be spared. Like said, three months later, her mother finally passed away. So now, aside from Kabriel and Thomas and the other Lilly kids, her best friend was gone. But, although she was seeping with sadness, in her heart, little Saelom knew that being sad and depressed and mopey would not get her anywhere, and that she needed to still be happy. And thats what she did. She was twelve when she got her guitar, a beautiful tan aucustic. And so, began her training. She loved singing, dancing, and now playing the guitar.

Fourteen, Kabriel sadly moved away. Leaving Saelom behind. The two stayed in touch, a lot. Fourteen years old, is when her father finally told her about there little secret. Veela crossed with seer. An amazing combination.

,sample Saelom awoke that morning as happy as a free butterfly. Her bright brown eyes glittered with happiness as she smoothed her hair quickly. She was doing nothing special, except head down to the dining chamber to pick up some food and coffe, before she went to the auditorium. She grabbed her green polka dot Pajama pants, and slipped them on before rushing out the door. As she reached the outside world, she found herself almost crashing into another person, she gasped and sighed. "Pardon, madam!" She exclaimed, before noticing the person had already fled.

She was quick down the stairs, not finding herself almost tripping like earlier that week, when she first arrived, and heading to the auditorium, she'd tripped and fallen into some random guys arms. It was both awkward and embarassing. Actually, ironic thing was, as she reached the bottom step, for the second time, her shoulder bumped his. She turned to face him. "Pardon, sir." She repeated softly, he only smiled and looked back to the person he was talking to. She smiled brightly, blushing and moving again. She was steady with her moves as she opened the door to the kitchen, peaking in to see Ivy.

"Bonjour, Ivy!" She sang. He looked at her, giving a smile them going back to her work. As she walked, two more house elves that she knew. "Bonjour, Etty! Bonjour, to you, tu, Gretta." She smiled and went over towards the coffee. She leaned down and took a cup from Ivy, smiling a bright smile and then going back up. Pouring the steaming dark brown liquid into the cup, she took the cremer and poured some of that in, as well. She ran a hand through her russet red hair, before taking a few spoons of sugar and setting them in. Seeing them desolve made her smile. She looked at Etta, "Pouvoir vous laisser-passer pron deux petit gataeu sec?" Can you pass me the cookie? She asked Etta.

She never usually spoke french, but Etta and Gretta spoke it, so she could finally speak it, too. Taking the cookie from the elves hand, she took her coffee cup and kissed Ivy, Etta, and Gretta, before taking off for the door. Many elves watched her, as she took a granola bar, as well. She waved her last goodbye, before disappearing behind the large mahogany door. She went up the stairs, before reaching back to her room, and opening her door.

Must be Cossu

[aoifeblahhblahh]

FULL NAME

DOROTHEA KOJII
[usually called kojii]

AGE

FIFTEEN SINCE JANUARY 11TH

APPEARANCE

HER eyes would sink into your sight, as you focus on the brown and black blending of colors. Which would glisten as soon as light hits her dark thirsty eyes. Dorothea is mostly noticed for her long and sharp face, high cheek bones, and squinting eyes when she laughs. Her nose is a bit big but fits her long-sharp-face, while her mouth is wide and pouty, which makes her look innocent. When smiling greatly a small over-bite is shown from her shiny white pearls. Dorothea is a petite fifteen-year-old who surprisingly would love and hate her size. Sometimes Dorothea would complain that her long head is too big for her small body. Though her thick-brown-waves could make up for it. As it cascades down her shoulder-blades, and swish as she moves.

Dorothea's style is simple yet sweet. She grew up in a not-so-wealthy household, near the Adirondack mountains, with her relatives. So she was used to having to wear hand-me-downs, like unfitted plaid shirts, T's, skinny jeans, leggings, etc. Dorothea is in love with accessories, and she usually is gifted accessories more than she is gifted clothing. Dorothea isn't crazy about fitting and/or if she looks messy, since mostly she spends her time outside in the open air of the Adirondacks, either caressing an animal or playing with her brothers and sisters.

HISTORY

DOROTHEA Kojii isn't the luckiest girl alive, but she feels she has more to offer than what meets the eye. Growing up in a rather poor and struggling home, out in the Adirondacks, Dorothea usually finds simple ways to pleasure, like holding midnight bonfires and festivals, having fun with her one brother, Ciaran and her sisters, Bethany and Nora, and especially catering the farm animals. There's nothing but simplicity in Dorothea's life. Or so you may think. It was all sorrow after Ciaran and Dorothea's birth-mother died because of her rich werewolf husband 'accidentally' clawing her when in werewolf form. Alessandro, her husband, was keeping a secret that he's a werewolf and knew that he had won Léa's heart because he was wealthy. That was what Léa and especially Hanna, her mother, was looking for. Ciaran and Dorothea were only thirteen when their grandmother and mother both died. Hanna died just right after their thirteenth birthday, and their mother died the next month.

Dorothea and Ciaran were both adopted by Léa's sister, Christa Kojii. She had two daughters, Bethany and Nora, who were two years younger than Dorothea and Ciaran. Dorothea wasn't doing too good. She would have different mood swings and sometimes go haywire when mad, or be too nice and happy. Dorothea felt like she needed more than what she already had. Magic was keeping her in line for most of the hard night and days. Dorothea was just in shock from two losses and it left her with nothing. Nothing because she didn’t know anything about her family and where she came from. The only thing Dorothea knew was that she was a teenager, born on Jan. 11th, has a fraternal twin brother, her mom and grandma died, and she’s adopted by her mom’s sister. But there was something more that Dorothea wanted to know about herself and who she was as a person. She didn't want to lose who she was and wants to know what she's capable of doing.

Dorothea felt like she had enough and that she wasn't going anywhere, living with her plethora of family members on a large land where nothing big and bright would happen. New York City. That is where Dorothea felt she needed to be and that it was her destiny. The only people she told that she was going was Ciaran, Bethany and Nora. But she wouldn't dare tell her aunt that she was leaving. The question was, 'what was a young, almost fifteen-year-old witch going to do in New York City'? All Dorothea dreamt of was being a model. She wanted to model and experience the high-standard-elite life. She managed to get a thousand dollars out of her savings since birth, that her father, Alessandro gave her, and lived in New York 'till her fifteenth birthday.

Throughout the year she lived in New York City, Dorothea had done interning and lived in a hotel she managed to pay for for only a week, until she lived with a new best friend. But what she didn't know was that she needed to keep herself a secret that she was a witch. Which was definitely hard on her. There was another secret she had to keep from people, and that secret was even kept from herself until one day, when she awoken with a tight feeling of anger and hunger in the pit of her stomach. She rassled out of the door and briskly out into the forest in her pajamas'. Her friend she was living with ran after her in surprise and fear. In the forest Dorothea turned into a werewolf in the midst of their eyes.

Dorothea's friend ran away as soon as possible, and Dorothea carried herself in the forest. She managed to release her werewolf form very quickly, since it was still newborn and Dorothea wasn't able to keep and control her form. She used simple magic words to recieve her stuff, and flew off as quick as possible, back to the Adirondacks and her family. She missed her family a lot and knew that they would be angered at her. Angry and happy. Dorothea was gone for a few months in New York City. Now she arrived home, and rightaway, she explained what happened to her. It wasn't safe anymore for Dorothea. The secret of the whole Kojii family could be exposed, with just the report of a friend's weird sighting in a forest, of a werewolf. The only solution was to go to Beauxbatons where she would be surrounded by people of her like. Maybe not the werewolf part, eh? For now that was still to be kept a secret.

PERSONALITY

DETERMINED AND OUTGOING

You should back up and watch out for Dorothea's way when she's compulsive and is too busy to get something done. Dorothea hates to be disturbed or interupted when having to get something finished and she's really unaffected by the people around her when she's true and headstrong about something. A lot of times just from her anger or just from being annoyed, she can make you laugh. You can see her angry face and not take her seriously. Which of course sometimes would be hilarious and at others Dorothea would really get pissed off and be yelling like 'YOU BETTER LISTEN TO ME NOW!' or something like that. Not that Dorothea is a very mean person, she has her really funny and crazy days where she would make a little joke sound so stupidly hilarious.

CURIOUS AND CARING

Dorothea is very curious and feels like she needs to know what has to be going on about everything. She's a person who's kind of like gossip girl, just to compare and describe her. Dorothea is the kind of person who could tell how you feel and know that you're in some kind of pain. Sometimes because it’s easy to tell and other times because of a fake smile you’d give to her. No matter who you are, if you’re feeling a bit troubled, Dorothea is that caring one who would caress you and help you. Though some people would take her curiousness and be too annoyed with it. It had happened, and Dorothea can get really angry and mean after you say something that she's annoying and too hovering over. She feels like she should be trusted and feels like she’s greater than everyone and can make peace. But at other times thats really not true, especially when you’re hiding something from her or talk behind her back, then Dorothea becomes a dinosaur ready to bxtch back.

SAMPLE RP

THERE'S REALLY NOTHING MUCH GOING ON IN HER MIND. There were words that wouldn't be legit to put together and just didn't make sense. Too bizarre. Dorothea felt like she wasn't a person anymore and technically...she isn't. But it wasn't easy to put two and two together. Really, she thought she was just a myth. But there were other parts of magic that Dorothea didn't and couldn't understand. Just couldn't. It would've been harder to understand especially when you're the myth.

The plane ride to France wasn't bad, but it was just too long and dreary. Dorothea felt the silence so loud that it was as if it rang in her ears. It screamed 'you're a wolf', but Dorothea ignored it ruffling through her bags and taking out a book to read. The book was a muggle book and taught Dorothea well of what had happened with all the drama and mishaps with muggles. Sometimes they think they have it easy, but we go through their mishaps with more included. They read about it and we live it. Dorothea was distracted by her thoughts and looked over to her right where an older guy, about eighteen, was looking at her dazed. He held this stare that seemed like he was in some kind of trance. 'What is he looking at?' Dorothea thought, wrinkling her nose a bit so that it wouldn't be noticeable. She didn't want to be rude, but she asked. "Can I help you?" Dorothea asked a little unsure of what else to say. The boy cleared his throat and looked down and away. He ignored her as if she didn't say anything and as if he didn't recognize her. Dorothea held a confused face with shifty eyes and didn't know what else to say but, "Well that was rude. Gosh," under her breath.

Dorothea removed her attention from the guy and returned to her muggle book. Her peripheral vision caught her sight on a sign she had remembered before, put was too hard to figure out where she had seen this before. It was a sewned picture of a werewolf, moon above it, and eyes, a man's eyes. The eyes looked familiar to Dorothea. But how could that be when she couldn't see the whole face. Though there was something special and recognizable about those eyes that Dorothea just knew about. She veered her eyes over to the sewed picture and knew who it was. Or at least she thought she knew.

Dorothea turned and tapped on the boy's shoulders, who was shocked and jumped up surprised at Dorothea's interuptence. She was taken aback, but leaned forward and said, "Um...do you mind me asking who's eyes those are?" Dorothea pointed at the old man's eyes. She thought about how stupid she sounded and that there was no way that it was her dad, Alessandro's eyes, who was sewn on that boy's backpack. The boy was then confused at Dorothea's question and swerved his eyes over to the bag she was pointing at. "Do you mean...these?" the boy looked, confused. Dorothea nodded, and he said, "Well my grandma sewed these eyes, that moon, and that werewolf, in honor of my dad who, who. Passed away." Dorothea could tell that there was something wrong with the boy. His bronze/golden colored skin was now accented with a sparkling tear. Dorothea didn't know that he lost his father and that her question would cause him to remember. She knew how it felt. "Oh. I'm really sorry about your lost," Dorothea paused as the boy wiped the sparkling tear. "Believe me I know how you feel. My grandmom and mom passed away when I was only thirteen and after my brother and my birthday." The boy nodded and said 'sorry for your lost' in return. Dorothea just shook her head lightly with a slight smile.

"My father, Alessandro, was such a caring man. And we were wealthy. He had a lot of money and thats passed down to us now," said the boy. "But he married someone with the last name Kojii or something, and so thats what ruined the family. But I really don't know how." After he said that Dorothea didn't want to look at him. She bowed her head down quickly trying to not make eye contact with the boy. She knew it was her father he was talking about, and she now has a piece of a puzzle that would possibly relate to her mothers death. It's something for Dorothea to do now. She needed to know who this boy was, and secretly get out information. Sneakily. "Oh, interesting. Well I'm Dorothea." she said introducing herself, with a slight smile. He nodded and responded, "My name's Xavier. Are you on a plane to go somewhere important?" Dorothea didn't think it was important for him, Xavier, to know where's she's going. But it was possible he was arriving at the same destination, Beauxbatons, as well. "Yeah, um, Beauxbatons Academy...of Magic," Dorothea figured Xavier was going there too. Xavier was surprised she said that and Dorothea saw his expression. She held back, thinking she had said something wrong. 'Great first the werewolf secret and now this!' Dorothea thought to herself in disappointment. But there was a sigh of relief when Xavier pulled out his wand. "Wow, I'm going there too. Small world. At least, now, I know someone," he said. All Dorothea could do was put on a big fake smile of happiness and joy that she met someone new, a wizard too. But in the back of her mind, she knew things would be hard, and not too easy. Though there was more she needed to know about her mom's death. Now all she knew was that something was happening in Xavier's family, and Alessandro must've done something to her because of his anger of marrying her. Who knew? Nobody yet.

[this sample rp is kinda apart of her history. like said at the end, she's on a mission to find out why her mom got killed by alessandro] c:

Must be Rouerie

[luciensylvestre]

YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES

Lucien Javier-Audric Sylvestre, Age 17

IF TEN MILLION FIREFLIES LIT UP THE WORLD AS I FEEL ASLEEP

TOP LAYER; The eyes are the gateway to the soul, right? So, let’s start with them. Lucien’s eyes are hard to describe. At some times, they are blue. Other times, they’re a peridot green. It all depends on his mood and the lighting. When he uses his powers of elven magic, his whole eye, including the whites of his eyes, glow a brilliant gold. He has a lot of power in his eyes, including the glowing gold aura. He can show his emotions in his eyes, and bat a couple eyelashes and get whatever he wants. He has pretty normal sized eyes; they’re not like huge, or anything. He has pretty normal eyebrows, not bushy, but not thin. His face bones aren’t overly defined, but you can still see the sharpness of his jaw. His ears are normal sized, until they come to a point. Being Elven, he has pointy ears, which he is not ashamed to display. It makes him different from others. He actually thinks human ears are odd looking. He has natural blond hair that falls just below his chin. He usually wears it down, but sometimes he likes to style it to look like something out of GQ or Vogue Magazine.

BOTTOM LAYER; You naughty, naughty sorting cloak. We all know what you were thinking when you read BOTTOM LAYER. Shame! Standing at exactly 5’9”, Lucien isn’t the tallest guy around, but he’s not exactly that short. There are many elves that are shorter than him. Weighing in at about 160 lbs., he’s a small and slender guy, but he’s not really that weak when it comes to muscle control. He swam and ran a lot, so he’s got a swimmers body, which is something he’d much rather have, compared to having a body full of gross bulging muscles. Ew. He has long, slender legs, along with arms. He’s mostly legs, which makes him seem taller than he is. As for piercings and tattoos, he has no piercings, and no tattoo’s. He thinks they look tacky and eventually look gross as your skin ages. He’s very clean cut, always clean. He hates dirt of all kinds. He has size size 13 feet, which is big for elves. You know what they say about guys with big feet, right? Yep, you guessed it…big socks…

THE WRAPPER; Finally, the wrapper. That outer layer you love to take off. Don’t be getting any dirty thoughts, now! Okay, clothes. So, that’s Luciens passion. His dream is to design and model his own clothes. He has the perfect name for his own fashion company: Lucien. Creative, no? Figured. You really can’t put his style into a single sentence. He crosses between preppy, to grungy, to ballroom. It really depends on what he’s in the mood to wear. Of course, you would never catching him dead in knock-off brands. If it isn’t a designer brand, forget it. Donate that to the goodwill. He loves expensive clothes, especially since he can afford them. He’ll wear anything in style and designer label, unless it’s made of real animal fur. That’s where he draws the line. He doesn’t want to take part in the killing of animals for profit. His favorite brand is Gucci and Giorgio Armani. Anything you find models wearing, you’ll find him wearing. He always looks sharp and can outdress anyone. Even his shoes are brand name. You won’t find him wearing knock-off shoes either. Only the finest. Seeing a pattern, here?

'CAUSE THEY'D FILL THE OPEN AIR, AND LEAVE TEARDROPS EVERYWHERE

It all started seventeen years ago, in large forest village named Elfwood. Lucien was born into an elven family, a royal elven family known as The Sylvestre Clan. They were French elves, who are known to be the most divine and beautiful creatures. His father was Audric Javier Sylvestre, hence Lucien’s middle name, Audric-Javier. His mother was known as Scarletta Beaula Sylvestre, formerly Pierres. They were married and ruled over an entire forest kingdom of dark elves, light elves, elves of every kind. On November 12, seventeen years ago, Scarletta gave birth to a beautiful blond baby boy, whom the couple named Lucien Audric-Javier Sylvestre. He was the new light of their lives, who would be an heir to the entire Elfwood Elven Kingdom, little did he know he’d never get to rule as King. He would forever be a prince of elves.

Unlike many, whether elven or not, Lucien started life with many riches and everything he could ever want or need. He had loving parents, money, and happiness. He’d gotten everything he wanted since he was a little toddler. When he didn’t get what he wanted, he wasn’t like many kids, who through hellish tantrums. He just stormed to his room and pouted for extended periods of time. Much better, eh? Sure, it is. The one time he did throw a little tantrum, it turned out to be life changing. While in a fit of rage, vines shattered his windows, covering every inch of his palace. He then found out that he had the ability to manipulate and control nature, including the ground, the air, the water, everything. He used it to his advantage, especially when he wanted something.

As long as he had what he wanted, Lucien was a pretty good kid. Of course, he almost always got what he wanted, especially as he turned into a pre-teen, heading toward his teenage years. He was going to an prestigious elven academy close to the palace. He learned to control his powers, and the history of his race. Even at school, he got what he wanted. It was really bad when he got developed, and old enough to produce multiple hormones. He was a bit loose when he discovered a little thing called sex. Whenever he wanted it, he got it, just by batting some eyelashes and producing a little smooth talk. His behavior worsened and worsened, uncontrollable even for his parents. He was wreckless, he was a teenage male, go figure. His actions became more controlled when several masked men invaded his village. His father did his best to protect his people, and whether any got out of the kingdom, Lucien didn’t know. But, those men set fire to that kingdom, and it engulfed the whole forest, and all the elves left in it. That included Lucien’s parents, and friends. Lucien, to his knowledge, was the only one to get out.

It wasn’t long until he realized that he had to move on and get away from the forests. Realizing that he’d produced magical power, as long with the power over nature, he decided upon going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, in France. There, he would start anew, but that didn’t mean his personality would change. No, he’d still get what he wanted, when he wanted it, and how he wanted it.

YOU'D THINK ME RUDE, BUT I WOULD JUST STAND AND STARE

Lucien is generally a nice guy…most of the time. It’s hard to tell when he’s being genuinely nice to you, or if he’s just faking it. You’ll have to figure that one out on your own. He’s genuinely nice to his close and best friends, but he might just be faking his niceness, to cover up what he’s dying to say about you. Especially to someone he knows says something about him behind his back. Of course, he’d say something about you to his friends as well. Nice, eh? He can be pretty two-faced at times, whether he can help it or not. He usually chooses not to help it. He likes a piece of juicy gossip. That doesn’t mean he spreads rumors or anything, but loves to hear gossip about others, especially of people he doesn’t like. Well, maybe he spreads rumors about enemies...Who doesn’t? You really don’t want Lucien as your enemy though. He’s not one to lose his temper, but he could buy you and sell you, and make your life a living hell.

Even though he’s nice to his friends, that doesn’t mean that he’s totally open with them. He has a few secrets he’d never tell anyone but himself. He doesn’t like to express feelings, especially about his recently deceased family. That’s just something he won’t talk about, and he fills that void with spending his money left and right, and partying. He’s a heavy drinker when he goes out, which is probably why he doesn’t leave the castle all that much. He spends most of his time in the forest—where he feels more at home. He may not open up all the way, but he has a deep devotion to his friends, always by them.

Lucien is a very sarcastic elf. He has an answer for everything and can turn the simplest subject into some sarcastic remark. It annoys many, and cracks up the rest. His friends very much like his wit and sarcasm. It does get him into trouble sometimes, but being the smooth talker he is, he can always talk his way out of trouble. And when that doesn’t work, he’ll summon the power of nature to elminiate his enemies, kapeesh? He may be sarcastic, but that doesn’t mean he’s heartless. He has a heart, but he just guards it in chain and locks it away in a deep recesses of an icy cave.

He’s a charming guy, Lucien. With a couple bats of his eyelashes, he can get whatever he wants. He can manipulate and talk his way to persuade you to give him what he wants. He’s an elven prince, and rich, and used to getting what he wants, and sometimes needs a reality check. He can be a bit conceited. He only thinks of himself in the long run. He doesn’t think about his actions hurting other people, just how it benefits himself. Eventually, he see’s that he’s hurt someone and he can muster up an apology, but he hates the awkwardness of apologizing. But, he figures he should take care of himself before trying to deal with someone else, which is probably why he’s no good at relationships. He’s not a guy that can commit to someone other than himself…and fashion, of course, having a love for clothes. He’s probably better off alone, anyway.

Being a forest elf, he loves nature, and can actually control and manipulate it. That’s one thing he can always count on, nature. He bends it to his own advantage. He’s a real tree-hugging hippy, if you ask him. He just loves nature, which is weird, since he hates to get dirty, and nature has a lot of dirt. Really, he’s not a bad guy, you just have to get to know him and get past his flaws. Who knows, maybe you can change him?

I'D LIKE TO MAKE MYSELF BELIEVE THAT PLANET EARTH TURNS SLOWLY

The odor of burning wood and black smoke filled the night autumn air. A blond teenager just dove out of the flames, skidding across the green lawns of a mountainside. As he finally stopped skidding, his head jerked in the direction of the flames and smoke. His blond hair swished in the air, swaying across his forehead, over his eyes. He couldn’t believe it, his home was gone—everything he had, was gone. Thank heaven they invested their money into an outside bank. Why are you thinking about money at a time like this, Lucien? That’s the question that ran through his mind. Maybe it was because his father told him that just before he made Lucien run for his life. He wanted to make sure he’d have money to support himself, and maybe someone else. Lucien sighed heavily.

Elfwood was gone, and Lucien had no home. The only thing he could see in his mind was his mother and father screaming as they were engulfed in flames, but something told him they were still alive—just maybe. He really hoped to hear something from an elven. Realizing that might be a pipe dream, Lucien slowly stood up, brushing his long blond locks from his face. He looked at his burning home, his finger clenching his hair. He put his right hand, and suddenly the wind temperature changed, causing the fire to be extinguished. But alas, there was nothing. Nodding his head in disbelief, he walked away, devastated that he had nobody to turn to, and nowhere to go. He was finally on his own.

A few days later, Lucien found himself inside a shabby little pub near the Eiffel Tower. He was sitting a table, drinking a Mocha Latte’, when a dove or a pigeon, he didn’t know which, swooped through the window, into the pub. What the hell? Lucien watched the bird land on his table, bearing a letter. Reaching out, Lucien took the parchment envelope from the creatures mouth, the little bird wanting something in return. He broke off a piece of a vanilla wafer, giving it to the bird. The little flying creature sat quietly, eating the cookie. Lucien opened the letter, reading it over. It was an acceptance letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. They’d finally recognized his magical ability and they were inviting him to attend their Academy. Figuring it could be a good change, Lucien decided to go. The bird, who was still on the table, was pecking his fingers for more food. “Ouch! You blasted little…”, he faded, pushing his hands forward, a gusty wind blowing the bird out the window. Chuckling, he got up and proceeded out the door, making plans to go get his school supplies.

I think I'll say.... Sournois

[gwen]

AS LONG AS I SEE THE STROBE LIGHTS, I'M DANCING ALL NIGHT LONG

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NAME,

Guinevere Diane Strauss

AGE,[/size]
Sixteen

APPEARANCE,[/size]
There’s nothing in the world more noticeable than a burning flame, and so it’s only right that Guinevere’s most distinguishing feature is her hair. Long, thick, falling naturally in seemingly professional curls all topped off with the pretty package of being the most gorgeous shade of red. The kind that captures the summer rays and seems to intensifies to a burning mass of crimson shades. Guinevere noticeably cares a lot for her hair, whether left natural or straightened it always maintains a healthy sheen that comes only with good routine. It really is something to marvel at, her mane, and is perhaps only equalled in magnificence by her eyes, an icy blue that’s often dramatised through use of make up. Softly shaped and only expressive, Gwen does feel, however that her eyes are slightly smaller in proportion to the rest of her features. Though since when has a girl ever considered herself to be perfect? When she smiles she has a habit of looking down, as though hiding the fact from others, lips curving so that slight dimples can just be seen. And when she’s nervous, she always combs through her hair with her fingers.

Unable to boast to being particularly petite or tall, Gwen stands unimpressively at an average height for a girl of her age (though thankfully finds herself shorter than most boys). Though some may think at first she’s taller due to her longer legs. She’ll never be able to model, much to her delight she’s more woman than matchstick, but remains of a slender build, maintained by a healthy lifestyle. She delights in the summer as it gives her a chance to accentuate her longer legs with dresses and shorts, preferring summer over winter anyway since she hates layering. However she has a keen eye for dressing, though is unconcerned with looking stylish all week round. Very much one to dress for her mood, where some might frown upon a girl walking the halls in tracksuit bottoms, if she’s in the mood for comfort, then it will fit. Often advised to avoid paler shades due to her lighter skin tone, and reds due to her flaming hair, Guinevere goes against such old wives tales, managing to make what shouldn’t work, work. Like every other girl, whilst she wishes she could splash copious amounts on expensive clothes, she wasn’t lucky enough to be born into such wealth. So you’d be hard pressed to find anything designer in her wardrobe, unless it’s a generous gift.

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Guinevere was born into perhaps a refreshingly normal life. The only dramatics that could ever have befallen her family was before she was even planned. As a half-blooded witch, her mother is a muggle and her father a wizard. Such the only cause for concern the revealing of an entire new world. It wasn’t a case of love conquers all, life is never a movie, and her mother was entirely sceptical about the existence of magic until shown its effects. A historian by profession, Madeline didn’t linger before becoming engrossed in wizarding history as much as her own. Guinevere is the fourth child of a family of five, each given ‘historical’ names, hence the uncommon ‘Guinevere’ she’s been forced to put up with. Though she might moan, she finds it quite regal if she was honest. Guinevere is the youngest child out of three and the constant undervaluation and overbearing caring displayed towards her for being so is what evolved her fiercely independent nature.

Growing up, her father and mother both came to the agreement that Gwen and her siblings should study at a muggle school until they adapted to a wizarding establishment, though were wary to do so given the possibility of magic developing. Fortunately Gwen and her siblings went through the terrible two’s differently to most children, their tantrums involved using up most of their latent magical ability in a grand affair of throwing plush toys at each other and anyone near them. Muggle education didn’t suit Gwen at all, not until the middle years of secondary school. Though always told she was blessed with red hair, the colouring was the constant source of taunts from other children, to the extent that she went through the phase of trying to persuade her mum to let her dye it. But, as time went on and she matured, the carrot shade changed to an impressive crimson and se began to like her hair. Given a new found sense of confidence, so Guinevere began to become the person she is today. Suddenly she was viewed in a different light by others, and she liked that.

Unfortunately her new found sense of individuality put her into hot water. Vastly becoming one of her more outspoken classmates, Gwen was often the one girl that teachers took into their lessons with nerves. There was no doubting she was academically bright, she always excelled in her classes, yet Gwen always found every loophole and questioned. Questioned and debated until it was made very clear that she was proven right. It was hard to begrudge the red head however, as talented as she was, almost unfairly she had the charm to wrap others to her side of the story, Like any other teenage girl she’s had fledging high school romances, though fewer than what most in her old school believed. Touchy by nature, it was often assumed she was going out with a boy who was only a friend, and once her best friend mistook her friendlier intentions for something else. The two resolved the issue however, and Gwen made a point to keep her distance.

The Strauss family have never really struggled financially, though have always instilled the importance of other qualities in life (though Gwen can’t see the harm in being able to buy all that you’d ever need). Financially stable, far from rich yet never poor, Gwen had just started a weakened job at her local department store before her letter for Beauxbatons finally came. Honestly it was the intention to send her to the same places her brother had attended, and her parents had only let her request admission to Beauxbatons thinking it had been a bluff. Fortunately for Gwen she hadn’t been lying, and for once had been completely truthful. Beauxbatons was still France, just further away from a closer Academy, but far more to Gwen’s tastes. Of course she was nervous to start, especially as she could have had her siblings close to hand. But since when has she ever listened to advice?

PERSONALITY,[/size]
Do you hear that sudden silence imposed upon conversation? Dear Guinevere will allow no such thing to occur. Almost regarding silence to be chilling in any circumstance, it’s highly likely that she would be the first to speak to fill any silence, in the belief that those who have the ability to speak should. Her likeness for conversation makes her a more social character, talkative in the sense that she can hold conversation with ease and finds herself dismayed when meeting someone who’s more quiet and unwilling to speak. Bringing a charming energy with her, Gwen is vivacious and sassy, able to bring a lighter run to conversation with her more teasing nature. She likes to laugh and have fun, and is naturally drawn to those who make her do so, whereas cooler individuals only make her curious. If you’re her friend it can be closely guaranteed that she’s one to hug upon meeting up, she’s always been one to do so. In a friendly manner of course, but at times (purely with the opposite sex), the line between a friendly squeeze and a confession of love wears thin. It’s a problem easily resolved, she could just stop being so touchy feely, but she’s a stubborn young thing, unwilling to change.

There’s certainly ammunition for her to appear a bit boisterous, but she’s not. Talkative, yes. Teasing, yes. But she carries herself with charisma, not with loudness and so will never be one to shout from the rooftops. Gwen could easily be one of the best friends you could ever have. Whilst she’s able to have free spirited fun with others, when others are in need she reaches a maturity above her sixteen years in order to help them through and to understand the situations they are in. Gwen would never intentionally hurt another, and whilst as a girl bitching in an unsolvable trait, she’d never intend to harm someone to points where it becomes cruel. Generally caring, she hates to see others upset, and is naturally attentive towards those she loves. Though caring for others she herself is an expressive girl, at times letting her emotions get carried away with themselves. The attention and care she offers is only expected in return, though it’s rare to find her needing help. Perhaps questionable to others is that she can at times appear to be a sensuous, and though not flirting her very body language would indicate that she was. People have remarked upon this in the time, yet Guinevere would not be lying if she said it was entirely a coincidence and no indication to be so on her part. That kind of behaviour is only ever intentional when she’s setting out to impress. Though if she was honest, she’s not above using womanly wiles to get her way.

Not that she’d need to lower herself to that behaviour. She’s always been a bright girl, even when she was younger. An both street-smart and academically she excels at both. One small problem however. If she’s done well at anything or is pleased with herself, she has the habit of gloating. Not excessively, but she’ll strike conversation with the sole intention of two seconds later dropping in her achievement. And form that point on she doesn’t hear what the other says. Just merely fondly daydreams to a space where it can be imagined the sole inhabitants are all her. Her intelligence means that she’s naturally questioning. If something or someone perplexes her she’ll seek to find out why. Someone who needs a fixed answer to equations, she wouldn’t be able to sleep if she didn’t know something was fact.

Independent, Gwen’s maybe a bit too headstrong for her own good. She doesn’t really take on the advice of others, one her minds set that’s what she’s going for. But it’s not necessarily a bad trait; it means that she doesn’t feel the need to rely on others, since she could probably do a better job herself. She values the fact she can do things for herself, and will refuse to be contained by another. It’s best to provide her with space; she has a fiery temper and at times is fierce. She’d snap at anyone who advised her to do something a way other than her own, but would (eventually) swallow her pride and apologise. A more welcome trait is her way with words. If not a witch then certainly she could have been an actress. Breathing truth in lies, only someone incredibly intuitive could ever realise when she’s telling a fib. It’s a darker gift, but she’d never use it for malicious purposes, only to get herself and others out of trouble, to blow someone off with an excuse other than ‘washing her hair’. As a wise man once said, with great power, comes great responsibility.

SAMPLE,[/size]
The moon was only captivating for so long. Aimlessly Guinevere had been perched at the windows ledge, only the promises of a sunrise the only offer to entertain her thoughts. In the tower there was an evident stillness, barely whispers to offer to the air. For those within the tower were lost to sleep, and in doing so given the gift of a dream. One wasn’t so fortunate. She looked out of the windows glass with a curious longing, almost a plead. Wide in the morning air they seemed to express a desire, to end this loneliness, this differentiation where it was she and only she awake. Her thoughts were empty, only alert to the fact they had no focus, no purpose other than to gaze at a moon that was impossible to reach. Silently thoughts prodded or movement, for an activity past idle gazing. They told Gwen that it was futile, that sleep would not grant itself to her so soon.

Gwen resigned herself to this fact that even as those around her slept she couldn’t find the same, eyes wide and awake. Boredom carried itself hand in hand with this state, something noted by the girl with displeasure. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been so bad if another were to stir, arise from their states of slumber, yet time had passed and nothing of the sort had occurred. She’d waited so long, staring, and it seemed only fit that beyond the tower should lure her.

The empty corridors offered only the slightest breeze against her skin; dressed in light pyjamas the girl felt the morning air tickle her arms and legs with every step. Uncertain of a destination, the only goal seemed set to walk. That was, until, Guinevere had stumbled. Perhaps she had been subconsciously drawn to the garden, a pocket of beauty hidden within the heart of the school. For it was just that, beautiful. Natural. That much was inarguable. With a certain delicacy her touch found moonlit petals, tracing them with her fingertips, smiling at their feel. The change from her previous state was obvious, the garden offering so many new fresh senses that a limited room had failed to offer. She walked, slowly, taking in the no doubt painstakingly mapped garden. Everything had a place, merging into the picturesque setting. Clusters of violets and purples and drifting blossoms only contributed to the scene.

Even a boy. He wasn’t part of the garden, whoever had went to lengths to create it certainly had never included human life, and Guinevere knew that. She was perfectly hidden from his view, of that she was certain, hidden behind a trellis covered by greenery. The girl had a side view, and so saw the boy from that position. He seemed content, seated upon the bench and likewise appeared much the same as she, clad lightly (much more so), unmistakeably torn from sleep. Levelling her breathing, keen not to be heard, Gwen surveyed the boy. He was unrecognisable to her, someone new. Moments passed before she spoke, voice soft, curious and slightly teasing, “shouldn’t you be in bed?”

Must be Rouerie

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[tally]

FIRST NAME: Taliesin Emer.
LAST NAME: Keegan.
AGE: Fifteen.

APPEARENCE:

PERSONALITY:

“The truth must be told and damn the consequences.”

She has the discretion to keep her mouth shut when a situation calls for it, but if you ask her opinion you’d best be prepared for the brutal truth. Occasionally she’ll decline to answer a question based on how distressed a person looks, but it’s never by a lie. She’s more the type to look you in the eye, and proceed to tell you that she’s not going to talk to you about it. And as all things with Tally, when she says it, she means it.

“Never start a fight, never avoid a fight, never back down from a fight, pull no punches and damn the consequences”

One would think that over the years of being attacked verbally and magically by various Slytherins, Tally would have some sort of technique to avoid full on fights, but the girl is a big believer in facing problems as they present themselves. There are no bets to be had on this. Provide her with the confrontation and Tally will fight back tooth and nail. This holds true for malicious situations and the occasional debate someone is fool enough to draw her into. She can hold her own in any argument, and she never throws words or punches for something she doesn’t believe in. If someone really wants to get her started, all a body has to do is throw a slur at Ireland and you’ll have the angriest Irishwoman you’ve ever seen, regardless of hair color. When it comes to personal arguments based on emotions rather than opinions, Tally does try her best to keep her temper under control, but as with all things she is imperfect. If there’s any stereotype that holds true for Ms. Keegan (and there are a few) it’s that of the Irish temper.

“Do the work and damn the consequences”

Tally doesn’t mind hard labor. When she sets her mind to get a thing done, she’ll do it just fine given time. Trust her on that if nothing else. Tally is unafraid of pain and frustration. Homework hardly holds a candle to learning the fiddle, or climbing the mountains of country Kelly, or (God knows) arguing with her mother. No matter how much detention she suffers through, Tally will sacrifice what sleep she must to get her work done. She breaks enough rules to have her professors hopping mad without the addition of missed work.

“Friends are there to be friendly with, and damn the consequences”

Despite her short fuse temper and extremist tendencies, Tally really is a kind person. She’s unaggressive though occasionally abrupt in the way she meets and interacts with acquaintances and friends. She thinks waiting for introductions is a waste of time and has met many of her circle simply by deciding on impulse that she would introduce herself. Her friends will find her a generally compassionate person, though she has no sympathy for whining about problems brought on by your own mistakes. She’s a good conversationalist, capable of backing down from opinions that don’t match her own when among friends. She’s always up for a good time, and her laughs and smiles are easy and honest. Though Tally is as ever unafraid of confrontation, she tends to be much mellower about it with those she trusts and confides in. As for humor, Tally’s got plenty of it. She picks up on virtually any brand of wit, and carries some of her own when it comes to placing an amusing comments at the right moment.

“Let's just say I’m unfocused and damn the consequences”

Tally has no idea what she wants to do with herself. She loves to fiddle, she loves to duel, and she’s fond of placing charms on things. Other than that, she has no real interests, and the three don’t combine to make any career she knows of. She’s terribly worried that she’ll find no real purpose for herself in life, and move through it without making a contribution or difference in anything. Though playing life day by day works well enough for now, sooner than later she’s going to have to buckle down and find a path to follow. Despite this she garners a decent amount of confidence from knowing who she is, and the fact that she can handle herself well enough when faced with impossible situations.

“In love it’s always fun to stray into dangerous waters, and damn the consequences”

Tally is unafraid of attachment or love. She’s in possession of a very open and giving heart, welcoming to what comes its way. Feelings are acted upon within respectability, and Tally realizes love often springs from unlikely places. She gives most people a chance when if comes to friendship, and once that line’s been crossed, she tries her best to keep an open mind. It should be emphasized that Tally never enters into a real relationship without first knowing a person as a friend. She feels there are too many variables otherwise, and while she takes risks everywhere else in her life, playing with people never sat particularly well with Tally.

“Play your heart out and damn the consequences.”

Tally’s emotions tend to run high and fast, but even she needs a break from them from time to time. The only thing that reliably manages to mellow her out is fiddling. When she needs it she finds a place, any place, and fiddles herself dry of Irish tunes. This in and of itself is a feat. Most of her true eccentricities revolve around her violin. She satisfies homesickness with it, she assuages her worry over her brother with it, and whenever a stiff west wind blows you can find her on a roof or tower somewhere in Beauxbatons playing on it. Music is near and dear to her heart.

HISTORY:

"Donovan Keegan was pure and he was Irish. He was never particularly sure which came first in his book, but it was close enough that he sought out a woman of both descriptions when it came time to marry. Then he met my mother. God help us, but she was both good Irish stock, and pureblooded. The search had taken a year already, and Donovan wasn’t about to let the one slip away, so five months later he married my mother, and ten months after that Bran was born.

My father also began to realize he liked very little about his wife other than the fact that she was both Irish and pureblooded. Thus I didn’t come along for another six years. Mum was rather rabid about being pureblooded. Though father was on good terms with all the men in the village (there only being a population of 600 or so) mother refused to associate with the muggle women.

It was only when he was eight that Bran started his own rebellion, which mostly consisted of getting the both of us completely disheveled. Anyway, it was quite standard to grate Mum’s nerves by the time Bran was off in Hogwarts, and when I didn’t have him to whisper to at night and argue with during the day I got bored of staying at home. We lived outside Lahinch by a mile, so I was forever sneaking down to the village. It was then that I discovered the sessions. Nearly every evening this old man would come down to the pub and start playing fiddle. Within five minutes everyone with an instrument would have brought theirs. They’d all play clear through the night.

When I was about seven I finally asked the old man if he’d teach me to play, and he said sure. I’d go down near every day and wear my fingers bloody on that violin of his. I guess it was being gone during the days and my fingers being a ragged mess that finally gave mum the clue. She showed up one night at the pub in her robes and all, and dragged me out of there.

Though I was just a child I had a bloody screaming match with her until we got home and Da heard us. He came running out of the house thinking one of us had been hurt, and when he found out we were shouting about my associating with muggles he told us both to shut out traps, and get in the house. We did, and three days later he came home from work with a violin for me and a stern look for my mother. By summer I was playing well enough to take part in the sessions on violin.

When I was eight Lorcan was born. I found it an uninteresting event. I was too young to have any responsibilities with him. I generally just thought him an adorable thing until he started talking and walking steadily. Then I took him with me on my romps around the countryside, much to my mother’s dismay. The Bran, Lorcan and I were a sight to be seen in the summers. We ran amok and generally harassed our parents as much as possible.

When I was eleven I finally got my letter. By that time I was changing the colors of things and large objects were flying at my mother with relative regularity. So I went off to Hogwarts expecting to be sorted into Ravenclaw like Bran and my father. But then that bloody hat sat atop my head and before I could protest shouted off my sentence. Now Hufflepuff isn’t a bad house by any means, I’d even say it has the best people of any of the rest. But I was pureblooded. You’ve got to understand it was almost as bad as a Lestrange getting sorted into Hufflepuff for me, a Keegan, to have been put into it. Well no, not quite that terrible, but still awful enough. You wouldn’t imagine how incensed some of my cousins (removed and otherwise) were. Even Bran was surprised. Some of their teasing resulted in full blown hex fests.

But then I got into a bit of trouble. It honestly wasn't my fault that I turned a teacher purple, she was trying to break up out duel. So then my parents decided I should transfer to Beauxbatons, and here I am! "

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY,

SAMPLE OF TALLY'S HOGWARTS DAYS - - -

It was one of those days when the world seemed to be against her. Not only had she been plunked in detention by Kettleburn, but her time spent in the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid had been drawn out an hour longer than it had to be because Hagrid insisted on hunkering down in a patch of bushes to watch a herd of creatures Tally couldn’t see supposedly called kestrels. As fond as Tally was of the oversized groundskeeper, she had to admit that if he hadn’t been expelled, there was probably another reason Hagrid wouldn’t have graduated. The detention that was supposed to have lasted until 5:30 instead passed all the way 6:30, and polite conversation with Hagrid had gone another half hour.

So it was that by the time Tally had made it to the bathrooms at 7:15 that she would have given up her wand for a day if only she could have a shower. As much as Tally enjoyed tramping about in the wilds of Scotland, being covered in the mud of said wilds wasn’t her top priority. But really it wasn’t her fault that Hagrid’s hike had included descending a hill that was practically a mudslide. He had managed it in two long strides, but Tally had been forced to slip her way down in the best attempt she could manage at staying up right. Of course on her way back to the Hufflepuff quarters, more than one snide comment had been made about how fitting the mud was for a blood-traitor, but Tally was so desperate for hot water and soap that she made the deliberate choice to ignore thes quips for the moment.

Tally was properly clothed again at 8:00. She grabbed the parchment, textbooks, and quill she would need for the next day’s homework and laid claim to an empty desk in the Hufflepuff common room. With her reading glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, Tally got down to work. She sat there poring over her books for the Transfiguration work (it didn’t come naturally) and flying through centimeters at a time with Charms (it was a talent) History of Magic was where it got really buggered, as Binns had decided to assign a paper on an obscure political figure of the 3rd century that apparently only one book in the whole Hogwarts collection even mentioned. Ms. Pince had nearly bitten Tally’s head off when she asked for it. Apparently she was the 13th that hour. It wasn’t even the sort of thing one could bullshit. No one, no matter how talented could think of 23 centimeters of crap on someone history wasn’t even sure existed. So Tally was staring at the paper at 9:00, trying to think of what else she could possibly write about the political state of Europe in the third century when an acquaintance tapped her on the shoulder and told her that some Gryffindor chap outside was asking for her, and looked rather off if he did say so himself. Taliesin’s eyebrows furrowed together, and as she flitted to the round hallway that led into the Hufflepuff common room, completely forgot that she still had on her reading glasses. She hated them after all, and only wore them when absolutely necessary.

She swung the still life painting that covered the tunnel aside only to see one of her closest friends pacing up and down the halls. Her friends didn’t seem to notice that she had emerged, and she didn’t want to tell him as she was too shocked trying to take him in. His hair wasn’t long enough to be a complete mess, but what could stand up from the rest was doing so, obviously pushed there by the way he was running his hands up and down his face and head. His eyes, normally fun and impish looked absolutely drab, and more than a little frantic. Tally didn’t think she had ever seen her friend quite so distressed before in her life. "What's wrong?" she asked softly.

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[willowmoonacre]

First Name: Willow
Last Name: Moonacre
Age: 14
Appearance:
History: Willow comes from a pureblood family allthrough, who have all been pretty much evil Sournoi's who, in the end, became dark wizards. Up to the age of eight, Willow always wanted to be the kind and noble of the family, and the first to be a good witch. But once her eighth birthday arrived, she was sick of being the only nice girl for miles in her blood line, and so changed completely that day. Since then, she's been stuck-up, arrogant and defensive. Deep inside, she's still the little girl she used to be, but won't show it. When she turned eleven, though she'd known she'd get it for years, her acceptance letter to Beauxbatons arrived. The family said they were thrilled, but Willow really did not feel any diferent. A month after her letter arrived, her grandad shockingly passed away. It was devistating for Willow, and she was angered to here that her parents did not care of his tragic death.
Personality: Adventurous and caring on the inside, but after her big change she never shows it to anyone. Now she's cunning, sly, malicious, defensive and very arrogant. The main reason she's mean to people, is because deep down she's afraid that she'll be a left-out loner if she's not mean. A weird detail about Willow is her desire for adventure and chocolate, both of which she keeps a secret.
Sample RP: The wind swayed Willow's hair from side to side as she stepped out of the large carriage. All the other students were still inside the carriage, seen as Willow always got out first no matter what. They knew that by now, surely. But srill some gave her evil looks, those of whom would be dealt with later. Right now, she had something much different on her mind. This year, it was time for a whole new entourage of followers and copiers. The last few were getting on her wick by now.

Spotting some more girls getting out of the carriage, Willow turned to them on her heels. "Right, you lot, take my bags will you? There we go, and you-yes, you-go fetch me a quill, some ink and paper." That ought to do it. Hopefully, they would all just follow her orders so she could get this over with and have her new entourage by that night. It wasn't easy being popular, you know!

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[kristelle]

FULL NAME!
kristelle aurore emile



APPEARANCE!

HAIR!light brown

EYES!blue green

HEIGHT!3'11"

BLOOD TYPE!fairy

WEIGHT!54 lbs.

AGE!11

STYLE!due to kristelle's size, she doesn't have a wide variety of clothes to choose from. When she can choose though, she has a sweet, dressy, vintage style.


HISTORY!

Kristelle was born on September 19, 1998, to Jordyn and Richard Emile. Her family was normal, as normal as any family of magical creatures can be. Her mother was almost three fourths fairy, and her father was a wizard. They lived happily for quite a while until Richard died, and Jordyn went into a deep state of postpartum depression. Kristelle was only three when this all began.
When Kristelle was almost five her mother overdosed on pills prescribed for her still present depression. Kristelle was sent to an orphanage nearby her home. The orphanage was horrid. She spent her days talking to other children who's parents had either left them there, or had disappeared.

Rarely did anyone get adopted from the orphanage, but Kristelle being one of the younger kids there, was. On one foggy October day, a young couple came to the orphanage in search of a child. Kristelle, being the bright lively child she was, spoke to the couple. They instantly fell in love with her and decided they must take her home. Kristelle went home with the couple a few days after, sad to be leaving the other lonely children in the orphanage. her new parents weren't wizards, the were muggles, they didn't know their new daughter was a wizard... yet.

Kristelle began showing signs of being a wizard at a very early age. By the time she was eight she had would often levitate objects without knowing it, or sometimes when she'd throw a temper tantrum things would fly off of the wall. Her adopted parents immediately began noticing this strange behavior. They took their young daughter all over the place trying to find what was wrong with her. No doctor, psychiatrist, or scientist, could figure out what was wrong with Kristelle.

Soon enough, when Kristelle was eleven, Kristelle's parents got a letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic answering all of their questions. The letter was inviting Kristelle to attend the upcoming year at the school to study magic. Her parents were shocked, they hid the letter so Kristelle wouldn't find out. Kristelle wandered into the kitchen one day and overheard her parents talking about the letter. Being the nosy, curious girl she was, she went looking for the letter, and she found it too.

Kristelle begged her parents for weeks to let her attend the foreign school. The idea that she had magical powers amazed her. Finally her parents gave in, they couldn't take it anymore. They allowed her to go to the school as soon as possible. Shortly after her eleventh birthday, she was off to the school.


PERSONALITY!

Kristelle is very happy. She loves all of her friends, and loves to meet new people. She doesn't get embarrassed easily. She will do anything for the people she loves. She likes almost everyone she meets. She's very outgoing. She'll talk to anyone who's there, and can easily find something of common interest.

She loves to learn new things, and she's very curious. If she doesn't know something, she never lets someone just tell her about it. She tries to learn things on her own, so that she can explore deeper into whatever the topic is.

She loves music. She especially loves to dance. Whether it be dancing around with no real purpose, or doing a choreographed routine, she loves to dance around. Though she does like other types of musical expression too. She plays guitar, and piano.

Kristelle doesn't mind being honest with people. She'll tell you straight no mattter what, she feels like if you don't tell people the truth, then they aren't really friends, or enemies, with the real you. She's also very poetic, she often writes meaningful songs or poems in her spare time.

SAMPLE RP!

Tyler sat staring at the pub's horrifying wall paper. Tired, she glanced around at the packed restaurant wondering how people could actually eat here. She saw a few people staring noticing what a mess she looked, and immediately shot, heading towards the bathroom. She stared into the dirty, cracked window, her bloodshot eyes, only reminding her of the night before. She thought about going back to the grungy little booth and ordering a whiskey before Kabes arrived. She let out a deep breath, knowing it'd only make things worse. Will she notice? Tyler asked herself ashamed of what a wreck she looked to be out in public. She could feel the remorse flowing through her veins, the cold feeling such a contrast to her warm body. She slowly turned the handle of the sink to watch the volume of the water build. Cupping her hands she quickly shoved them under the scalding water and flicked it towards her face. The water must have cooled down on the journey to her face, in the frigid air, because by the time it reached her skin it was hardly even warm.

She stared at her disgusting reflection and wanted to scream, but her body, exhausted, couldn't even if she had tried. She concentrated on her reflection, as if she was trying to hear its thoughts or something. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on her thoughts so she wouldn't have to see. As she sighed, she turned and grabbed the frozen handle of the heavy wooden door. She heaved it open slowly, moping out of the bathroom. She stared down the hallway at her now occupied table and began walking. She looked at the two happy couples sitting in her booth and silently wished that could be her. She turned, right as she passed the table, with no idea of where she wanted to go. Tugging on a lock of her tangled, jet black hair, she hopped up on a barstool next to a rather large man.

She buried her head in her dead, unwashed hands praying that Kabes didn't come in during this moment of weakness. She spoke to herself quietly saying it would be fine if she just sat at a table and acted like a normal person. Her head was now pounding so loudly, and so violently, that she wanted to die. She knew Kabes would want something to eat when she arrived, so she refrained from ordering. Besides, she wasn't exactly hungry anyway. Her stomach was doing cartwheels, trying to push her forced brunch back up her throat. She slammed her head against the bar, shaking the unstable structure shake uncontrollably. Spectators turned and watch her humiliate herself, as she continued not realizing that anyone had noticed. Finally she lied her head down on the bar. The bartender slowly crept up to her and asked her if she needed a drink. “No.” she replied sternly, “That’s the last thing I need right now, thank you.” With that, she lifted her head revealing to the bartender the fact that she had already had a drink too many the night before. The bartender quickly walked away realizing the mistake he had made. Tyler got up, the whole restaurant still staring, and walked outside into the snow. She trudged her boots along, with her head hung low, and headed back to the school.

Now on the verge of tears, she wouldn’t be able to stand herself if she had walked back, and ditched Kabes. She fell backwards, the snow breaking her fall, and just sat. She used the building behind her, to lean against for support. She crossed her seemingly dismembered legs, and slammed her eyelids shut. She thought that if she just sat here, and waited for Kabes, then things wouldn’t be as bad as if Kabes walked into the pub full of staring people. She sat, patiently waiting, wishing she could sit here forever. That Kabes would never have to come, and see her in this broken state. Soon enough though, she knew she would. She knew Kabes would disapprove of the way Tyler had obviously acted the previous night. Tyler shoved her hands into her pockets and rattled the ice cold change in her pockets, hoping the noise would drown out her horrid thoughts, but it didn’t. Tyler was left alone, waiting for Kabes to come, with not a single pleasant thought in her mind.

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[juliaabbot]

FIRST NAME: Julia Finnley.
LAST NAME: Abbot.
AGE: Fifteen.

APPEARENCE:

PERSONALITY:

Social clichés are something that many people tend to find themselves involved in. However, Julia Finn has managed to avoid them and she’s done so quite well. Growing up with parents who wanted nothing but the best for their daughter, they instilled the thought of compassion within her at a very young age and it was something that she took kindly to. Being terribly soft spoken but lively at the same time, Lia has strived to not push herself into one clear cut clique but has successfully branched out into many directions. Drabbling in the popular kids, the artistic kids, the musically inclined kids and so on, she’s acquired many friends and has become a girl that doesn’t just go with the traditional standards. If someone tries to classify as one kind of person, she will accept the challenge and prove them wrong. She doesn’t want to be a cookie cutter version of what the world wants her to be but rather some artistic interpretation of something far greater and too confusing to understand. Yes, she’s considers herself the poster child for creating her own path and if you try to stop her, she will simple prevent an argument but turning the other cheek.

Artistic blood courses through her veins like no other and some say it’s inherited from her parents but primarily her mother. They were both very interesting girls growing up and they always struggled to express themselves in any way possible. Jules could honestly sit in class for hours drawing, sketching, doodling, writing, composing and all that other innovative stuff but she simply gets called out for it. Her teachers don’t like the fact that she can easily get distracted but they appreciate that she occasionally likes to tune in with answers that simply blow them away. Being somewhat a theorist, Julia likes telling her opinions and while she’s very capable of doing it – she can do it in such a manner that she never insults another person. It’s quite the skill both mentally and physically but she prides herself in being somewhat a walking artistic elucidation.

Walking with passion in her eyes, Julia is the kind of girl that can apply herself and usually acquire a decent result. If there is something that she believes in, she will do it with all her might and there is no getting her to back down. However, though she won’t walk away from a confrontation – that doesn’t mean she will get angry. If she believes in something, she will make sure everyone knows her views and go about her own way. She’s not the kind of girl that will stand and squabble with someone but more so the kind of girl that will say her peace and go off by herself for a bit. Usually during this time, Julia will alleviate her resentment until she can graciously settle their differences and move on with the rest of their life. Still yet, most of her issues are effortlessly cleared up and it’s simply because she doesn’t like to hold grudges or fight. Also in the future, she wants to fight with the Order and that may be the only omission to that rule. If she’s going to allocate herself into fighting for such a cause, she will eventually do whatever is asked of her – even it depends on her fighting for the greater good.

Genial is another word to describe Julia Finn and that isn’t a lie. She will gratefully slide herself into a casual conversation and will do it with nothing but a smile on her face. Sadly, she will talk to just about anyone and only a few people have ever managed to get the best of her. Though she can be quick with her words and morally perfected traits, Lia has been known to step in between verbal disagreements between students and try to break them up or stand up for someone who doesn’t deserve the negative connotations but that still takes a lot for her. Not supportive of all the blood supremacy, or making someone feel like s**t about themselves is a reason enough for Julia to stand up for another person and that’s just what she does. Friendly until provoked is more her style but still yet, she’s not a spitfire. Julia tries her hardest to not hurt another’s feelings and while usually successful, she has been known to slip up here and there.

Though being nice, creative, and intelligent are redeeming qualities – Julia is bit of a thrill seeker. She likes to feel the rush of excitement and though it’s scary, she will normally do something that terrifies her, as long as her safety is guaranteed. The only thing that she has backed out of is playing the sport of quidditch but she makes up for that factor by watching the games whenever she can or by expressing her creative outlets. Finally, all she really is looking for is to find herself and who she wants to be. She knows that there are going to be a few bumps and bruises, but she’s always willing to take the chance to be daring, especially if the opportunity presents itself.

Lastly, being an extremely loyal girl – Julia is bound to be the one that always has your back or keeps your secrets. She’s way more mature than most other students and she’s not afraid to admit that. Though she wants to be like other teens, she won’t compromise her morals to do so and would rather someone look at her as uptight rather than juvenile. Don’t think she is all dull because she’s surely not, the girl knows how to have a good time but without exploiting herself as a vagabond like other girls do.

HISTORY:

Aurora Barbary wasn’t your typical girl growing up and everyone knew it. She always had a slight aura about her and she made sure that she always kept her options open, when it came figuring out her life. With her, she didn’t have a clear cut plan but rather one that changed as her interests developed and expanded. This wasn’t something that pleased her parents because being a Barbary meant that you had a plan – a solid plan. One that didn’t crumble at mention of a slight tremor and with that they tried to make her go into a field that promised some kind of future. What was that plan, you might ask? Well they wanted her to conform and become an abiding citizen that served in the medical profession. At first, she gave into their demands and it was possibly the best thing for her.

Instead of becoming some second-rate artist, Aurora met another healer by the name of Finnley Abbott and they instantly grew close in so many ways. Some people assumed they were dating but with the five year age difference, everyone thought it was slightly weird. Still yet, within a few short months they learned just how compatible they were and with that they tied the knot and bore their first child by the name of Paisley. They devoted their free time on their bustling careers and raised their only child the best they could. They weren’t bad parents, in fact they surpassed the typical standards of most parents and with that things got better for them. Finnley became one of the leading healers at St. Mungo’s, while his wife worked on and off as a nurse until she discovered her true passion of just being a stay at home mom. It was during this time that she became pregnant with their second child and that is where the real story picks up.

July 21st, 1961 was the day that Julia Finnley was welcomed into the world and it was here that Paisley instantly stood up and took the role of big sister. It wasn’t one of those sibling relationships that turned into a rivalry but was rather the complete opposite. They had their qualms growing up but over all, they were usually on good terms. Especially since Paisley showed her sister all the things that she needed to know and it was here that they developed a bond like no other. Both girls treated each other like they were best friends and they protected each other from the harsh realities of the world. Still yet, neither of them was scared because as long as they had their rock – they were fine.

Having a completely opposite sister was grand for the longest time but as they grew up, they defiantly started to clash. Paisley took after their father who was more career oriented, while Julia was that wild free spirit like their mother. Though they still looked out for each other, it seemed as if they grew apart with each passing day. Why? Well it’s because Paisley has this idea in her head that her little sister is going to throw away her life. That’s not entirely true though. Everyone knew that Lia was creative and wherever her passion took her in the future, than that was surely what she would pursue in the future – especially if it took all her courage and inner strength to get there.

When her sister got her letter to Beauxbatons, everything grew more distant between them as reality started to sink in. Without her sister, Julia really became independent and practically became her own person. Influenced heavily by her mother, she would sit for hours watching her mother develop lovely pieces of art and with that she was literally left in art. Seeing how happy it made her mother to take of her children and express herself through painting, Julia quickly found out that she was a lot like her mother and took up some of her mannerisms. Sadly, she wasn’t much of a painter and figured out other ways to convey herself.

RP SAMPLE:

With all the students on edge, professors were forced to help preoccupy students and keep them from becoming disgruntled. The only conclusion to this wave of madness for them was increase the work load. If students were pressured into doing vast amounts of homework, then they’d spend every bit of free time they earned to stay ahead of the race. With that in mind, when they finished they would be so mentally drained and exhausted that all you wanted to do was relax in whatever form came natural to you. For Julia, the week had been quite hellish and though she prided herself in staying ahead in academic adventures – this wasn’t what she had signed up for. She was never used to the concept of change and though many would find that quite contradictory for such a creative person, that wasn’t the point. When it came to school her workload had always been the same, fixated, and never ever really grew. To throw such a change into her schedule now, set her off balance and there for she needed to find the happy middle ground, an equilibrium if you will.

The way that she accomplished this was by running and it always had to be in the early hours of the morning, way before the average student forced themselves to get up. With Professor’s the only people up at this time, they gave her explicit privileges to get do her running as long as she stayed on school grounds. With that she’d put on a pair of sweats, an oversized tee-shirt, and would lace up her shoes as the low hanging moon shined upon her fragile body.

Today wasn’t any different and though her house head was kind of hesitant on letting her leave the confines of the school’s thick walls, Lia was finally able to convince them to let her go. Running the fields, she kept her breath soft but even and though it was coming to her in shorter spurts now, she was doing her best to follow the runner’s stance and so far, she was exceeding. Breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, Jules knew that she was receiving the adequate amount of oxygen to keep off cramps but she could defiantly tell that she couldn’t keep this up much longer. It had been months since her last run and she wasn’t in the best running shape as of late but she was going to change that. With the restrictions slowly being loosened on the school, she knew that it would be easier to fix this schedule and with that her motivation to keep going strived on.

Rounding a bin, Julia let her thoughts wonder as she carelessly kept her feet moving. This was something that she let herself do quite frequently and it was only because when you’re running, your blood is pumping, and your brain function is was way better. The decisions and revelations that occurred during this time was simply outstanding and was one reason why she continued this self-therapy.

As another fifteen minutes flew by, Julia finally decided to call it quits and came to a sudden halt by the edge of the black lake. The sun was just rising and as it’s amber hues reflected off the surface of the isolated body of water, she gave a half smile and brushed a slightly sweaty piece of golden hair from her face. This was the reward from it all. No one got to witness this kind of natural event here at Beauxbatons unless they tried and honestly, many of these students took this kind of event for granted.

Bringing her hands to her hips, Julia lowered her stare to the water, only to be distracted by the soft patter of someone running on the opposite side of the lake. Looking up, she saw a froemd and with that she gave a slight nod of her head in his direction and was prepared to give him the general ‘hello’ if he tried talking to her but she seriously doubted that.
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[alexisdilancre]

First Name: Allexis
Last Name: Di Lancre
Age: 17
Appearance:
His androgynous appearance throws out of game many straight guys, but at the same time its his curse, cause they only get allured by it for a while and not tend to stay around a lot once the "spell" wears off.



History:
Once upon a time...This elegant museum used to be the place that Royal Dinasty called "home". Certainly an exquisite "rococo" dream come true. Le Château de Versailles.

Back in 1775 the Bourbons were not the only royal family taking place in the palace. Deep inside the Le petit Trianon garden, hidden to the common eye, the Di Lancre fairy realm was surrounded by infinite pastel colors and shining spirals of gold.

France was soon under the dark cloud of revolutionary changes, and the Di Lancre fairy realm was no exception.

When the fairy kind learned the arts of lying, deceiving and betraying, a war began. This war was called: The War Of The Broken Hearts.

In the middle of the chaotic times of war there was Allexis, from the royal Di Lancre household who once suffered from the calamities of The War Of The Broken Hearts. Now, recovered, he dedicated himself to the healing of the unfortunate who had fall under the shadow of the war. That was how a not so special day he met the Prince from de Dandelion realm.

Strangely it seemed like they had met before. Royalty or not, the Dandelion Prince had also suffer this war.

Due to his healing powers the Dandelion Prince took him into his castle on a cliff above the sea, but leaving the Di Lancre fairy realm could only mean his exile. Even so, Allexis didnt hesitate. His heart was now in the right place and his head was not tunring back.

Days passed fast and although it was a risky task to perform, Allexis never gave up on his promise to help the Dandelion Prince's heart, even though it meant he might get lost in the shadows himself. Why? He had his reasons...

The healing process was almost done and his dear Dandelion Prince began to smile again, and surprisingly he was smiling at Allexis.

At that momment he became all light to the Dandelion Prince's eyes

Not much time passed until the Prince declared the news: Allexis had become The Archduke.

Friends and people from the court questioned the Dandelions Prince's sudden desition but because he was so happy and full of hope once again he didn't mind.

Allexis felt that this was the way that life said "thanks" for all he had done and sacrificed, but the summer was soon to be passed so fast in front of his eyes.

Hiding, playing, promising, kissing in the royal dandelion field.
All the stars came out that night to witness a miracle. He could almost see the stars beneath his feet.

At the next day the Dandelion Prince declared some rather bitter news:
Now that his heart was healed he was ready to lead his realm, get married, settle down and produce a heir to the throne.

Allexis was allowed to stay in the palace of the cliff for all the time he wanted but he could never be more than the Archduke to the realm and nothing more than a summer love to the Dandelion Prince.

He had lost his Di Lancre royal title and was invited to stay back and see his dream fade away, all in a one way ticket...all in a one way love...

His love for the Dandelion Prince was too strong, so true, that he was willing to stay by his side but the mere thought of his uncertain happiness was unbearable.

One not so especial night, he went out of his cold room, leaving the dream that started all above his bed.

He walked in the throne room and contemplate for the last time the throne that once he was sitting on so proud, so high, leaving there the crown that he thought it belonged to him. As he walked to the main corridor it all began to get dark...his light was fading.

When he got out of the palace, the whole dandelion field began to whisper and laugh at him, for how could he ever thought that summers lasted for ever.

Did he lied to Allexis? Did something happen later on the night of the kiss? Was it that since the Dandelion Prince was healed he had no other purpose for Allexis?
That, he will never know. The only thing he knew is that he once thought the dandelions were flowers but found out they were only weed

At the last cold summer night he stared at the sea. Toke a deep breath. Making that cliff his only stairway to heaven.

The chant of the blue pastel birds with golden chest woke him up on the morning. The dandelion realm was gone.
He wondered for a couple of minutes trying to figure out what happened, when he realized he was on the Versailles gardens.

Allexis ran to the Di Lancre fairy realm only to discover it was nowhere to be found.

He was so lost, so confused, so brokenhearted that he didnt even saw his own reality. He was a fairy no more, and not only that but the 17'th century was over a long time ago.

All of the sudden a blue and gold envelope fell form the sky delivered by a beautiful swan. "Allexis Di Lancre" was written on it.

He didnt know where that invitation would lead him, but it could mean one step further to know what happened to the Di Lancre fairy and Dandelion realms, his family and how did he turned into a human 4 centuries ahead of his time.

One thing was certain: Those glamorous days of playing hide and seek with Marie Antoinette were long gone.


Personality:
Overly self-confident, and quite selfish. Biggest flirt. Royalty complex. Always looking classy and put together. Looking for love in all the wrong places. Naive and clumsy to the fullest, but he tries so hard to hide it.
People oftenly mistake him for a spoil brat full of pride but once they get to talk to him for 5 minutes could be one of the sweetest persons they ever met.

Allexis loves arts, specially music and drawing. Not to much of a fighter but has the prettier spell casts around.

He's a very social person but he enjoys life the most when he's alone.

Sample RP: Voluminous luscious hair, delicious perfume, perfectly press silky clothes, icy stares are just part of the daily rutine. Theres no need to be perfect but theres no reason not to try.

Not only France but the whole world has changed so much. Old royalties have fallen and republics where born; technology took over people lives; fashion has gone more simple and...and his dear Versailles was turned into a tourist attraction.

He was not a fairy anymore but not to much of a human since he kept his powers. He was also not sure about his age either. On day being in the 1700's and the next day on the 2000's and not change a bit messed his perception of his age. All these thoughts revolved constantly in his mind.

The undercover time traveling ex-royal fairy has arrived at Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic...





BB follows the same basic plotline as it was cast in the Harry Potter books. The history was a little hard to follow with all the realms, which were never mentioned in the story. Also your rp example should be as your character in a thirs person view point[/b]

[awesomesauce]

First Name: Codie
Last Name: De Leon
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Ms. Codie De Leon was born to a fine couple in Michigan. She was the only child in her household. Her father was a werewolf, and her mother a wizard. This, of course, meant that Codie was a half-blood.
She led a normal life up until adolescence, when she discovered she had her magical abilities. Her werewolf gene kicked in somewhere around age 14, when she discovered she could speak to dogs {not sure if this is allowed? o__O} and grow ears that are similar to a wolf's. That said, she has more wizard gene than she does werewolf.
She got a letter from Beauxbatons Academy when she was 15, but she pondered over the thought of being around so much magic until a year later. She had worried because, unlike most wizard kids, she had never experienced real, legit magic before. The only 'magic' she grew up with was making things explode on accident in her room. She thought all magic was like that, and when her mother finally came to her senses, she showed her what it was like to be a wizard. Codie immediately decided to be shipped off to this magic school, to see what it had to offer her.
Personality: Codie is a spunky girl, not afraid to speak her mind when she feels it necessary. She has a soft spot for little kids, and she can get verysensitive.Her hobbies include singing, dancing, and painting. She can also play guitar. Codie's not really the sport-type. She's much more of a creative mind.
When Codie is mad, she has a tendency to snap at the people around her. But this doesn't happen very often, because she's a naturally nice person. And she also believes that the 'Golden Rule', treat others as you want to be treated, always applies in every situation. Needless to say, she's a helping, caring banana. =)
Sample RP:
"Codie! Come back to Earth!", Charlene yelled, slamming her fist on the cafetaria table. Codie snapped upright, feelling embarrased as she realized she was ignoring her best friend. "Sorry," she apologized, waving her hands in a 'please don't kill me' motion. "I was just thinking about homework."

Charlene spit out her Gatorade. "Homework? Who are you and what have you done with my best friend? Codie De Leon does not think about homework." she said.

Shoot, Codie thought. She knows I'm lying.
Codie gave her best puppy-dog face, hoping it would make Charlene feel more sypathetic. As usual, Char rolled her eyes. "Fine, whatever it is, I don't want to know about it."

"How do you like that 'salad'?" Codie offered, trying to strike up a new conversation. She didn't want Char to know what was really on her mind. That dumb wizard school. Why would a wizard school want her? She wasn't a wizard. If being a wizard just meant blowing stuff up, she wasn't interested. She had enough to deal with: school, boys, friends, and her newly discovered 'werewolf' father.

"It's not a salad. It's soggy green stuff that taste like baby barf." Char replied, picking at the 'salad' that sat in front of her with her fork. Wasn't being a teen supposed to be normal? Char has it easy, Codie said to herself. At least she has her soggy salad instead of werewolf and wizard genes.

Must be Cossu

[dariusdelacroix]

DARIUS JULIEN DELACROIX

INTERCHANGING MIND CONTROL
N A M E , A G E , B L O O D L I N E

Darius Julien Delacroix, 17, Clairvoyant

LET THE REVOLUTION TAKE IT'S TOLL
A P P E A R A N C E

What is there to say about Darius? He is…alluring. The first thing you’re going to notice about him is his eyes. He has big blue eyes, like a big orb of crystals, and sometimes, like a set of water spheres. He has his own look; nobody really looks quite like him. They say that the eyes are the gateway to the soul; oh, how true that is. He has a passionate soul, the soul of an artist. But, he keeps his eyes pretty icy, so those gateways are frozen solid. His eyes get really bright when he’s having a vision, or using psychic energy. He doesn’t have a too highly defined face, yet he has a look that’s all his own—unique. He has a strong jaw line, but that’s about it when it comes to definition. He has fuller lips than most guys, though. But—that’s not a bad thing, is it? Better for kissing with, among other things. He has a great smile, when he actually smiles. He doesn’t like to show emotion. Well, there you have it, for his face. He’s a handsome guy, even if he doesn’t know it.

As a child, Darius used to go swimming—and was even on a team in the winter time, and in basketball in the spring and fall. Therefore, he does have a toned frame, but he isn’t a steroid-crazed muscle head. Those types disgust him. But, he does have enough muscle on him to survive life, and to please whoever he is with. He’s pretty smooth as far as body hair goes. His torso and chest are smooth, without hair, but of course, he does have some on his legs and arms, but a minimal amount. He’d dread being a hairy ape. He’s a pretty tall guy, at least, he’s not really short. He stands at 6 feet exactly. I guess you could see he has an athletic frame, although he’s not much of a sports guy anymore. He has no tattoo’s or piercings. He’s not that type. As for clothes, he likes to wear nice looking things. They don’t have to be ridiculously priced fashion labels, even though he loves them. He’s happy with just getting something from American Eagle, although he does adore Barney’s. You wouldn’t think a person that cared so little about so many things, would care about his clothes. But, he never did go outside mismatched or ratty. So, I guess you could say that he has a better fashion sense than most guys, being artsy. I wouldn’t call his clothing style preppy or ivy league, he just likes nice clothes. You might say that he’s a mix between preppy and casual. Well, that’s about it. To sum it up, he’s a handsome guy, has a swimmers body, and has an eye for art and style.

FLICK THE SWITCH & TURN ON YOUR 3rd EYE
P E R S O N A L I T Y

Darius is quite a complex guy. There is no single world to describe his personality. Well, maybe if you put all his traits into one really long word, but we don’t have the room. Hmm…I guess complex could be the word to use! Wow, that was easy. I suppose there’s a full explanation to be given. So much work…

Darius isn’t the most outgoing guy in the world. He’s the one most likely to be at the party, sitting on the couch with a drink, or standing in the corner with a small group of friends; very small—like one or two people. He doesn’t talk a lot unless you’re talking to him, unless you get him intoxicated, then he’s the most outgoing guy in the world. Good thing he doesn’t get drunk very easily, or very often. We couldn’t have Darius being a party monster. He might seem cold at some points, but he’s really not. He just distances himself from people. He feels like he can’t have friends for very long. Every person he’d ever gotten close to either betrayed or left him. He doesn’t trust very easily anymore, so if you can win his trust, then you are really something. You must be sensational if you can get him to have a crush on you, or go out with you. You’re a miracle worker.

You don’t want to catch him in the morning. If you have a beef with him, or just want to talk, wait until after he’s had his coffee. He’s very sour in the morning. He’s never been a fan of morning time. If possible, he likes to sleep until noon. He loves the night time though. He’s definitely not chipper when he first awakes. If you wake him up, you are truly a brave soul, but get ready for some psychic combating. He’s a pretty apathetic guy at times. He can reason with people and understand feelings, but he doesn’t show feelings very well, or very often. He doesn’t really get excited about things, which is where apathetic comes into play. Darius isn’t cold and rigid on any level, he just isn’t good at expressing his feelings outside his art work. He lets his photography and sketches do the talking for him, and you can really see and feel emotions in his artwork.

Darius is the type that feels that if you want something done, you do it yourself. He doesn’t like relying on people, and doesn’t feel that you should rely on others. It’s better if you do things yourself. At least you have a piece of mind, knowing whatever you want done, will get done. Darius is kind of unforgiving. If you wrong him, or turn your back and betray him, he’ll always remember it. Once you lose his trust, you’ve lost it, and it takes a long time to get it back, so be careful if you decide to hurt him. He can be a powerful enemy. He enjoys getting revenge, and believes it’s a dish best served cold. Along with having little dependency and faith of others, he really doesn’t have too much confidence in himself. Maybe that lower self esteem is why he isn’t really that outgoing. But, it’s not like he hates himself or anything. He knows he can do something if he sets his mind to it, but he can’t help but doubt himself sometimes.

You may have noticed, it would be hard to make friends with him. But, don’t give up on him. Once you have him as a friend, he’d do anything for you. He is a very loyal guy, and never gives up on anything. He’s a determined and ambitious guy. He knows what he wants, and he’s determined to get it. But, don’t get him confused with other selfish guys, he won’t deceive anyone or double-cross his friends to get it. He gets what he wants fair and square, and nothing stands in his way. He’s like a raging lion when it comes to his goals and ambitions. He’s an open-minded guy, which is why he doesn’t care who he ends up dating, or what gender they are. People are people, love is love, he really doesn’t care. He could see himself with both a guy and a girl, no gender over the other. He’s a realistic person, and always balances out his options before he decides anything. He thinks about things before he does them, except for when he opens his mouth. He’s very sarcastic, and has very dry humor, that you either love or hate. But, he’ll never change. He really can make you crack up, or hate him. He’s usually a pretty serious guy, though.

Darius, nee Felix, is a very intelligent guy. He has both brains, and brawn. Schoolwork comes first, over anything he does while at Beauxbatons. He always got straight A’s in public school, and was quite an overachiever. He wasn’t full of himself, though. Intelligence and Education is very important to him, and he knows he has to have it to get anywhere in the world, both magical and academically. From time to time, though, he gets caught up in his own imaginary worlds. He draws his own graphic novels, and has made up about a bazillion worlds and stories, and characters. Most people don’t know about them, and would simply amazed. He also loves photography, and his work in that area is also exceptional. He’s got quite a vision, whether psychic or artistic.

So, I think the word is complexintrovertedquietartisticmoodyintellectualsensibleimaginativedeterminedect.

WE SHOULD NEVER BE AFRAID TO DIE
H I S T O R Y

Darius Julien Delacroix was born on November 17, 1990, as Felix Julien Felicis. He was born to a Julien Felicis and Cherie Baptiste. They had met in Paris, France. When Darius was born, they weren’t even married, they weren’t even engaged, or planning to get engaged. Cherie came from London, England. She was originally from Arizona, USA, but was studying art and English literature at a prestigious university in London. She’d just recently graduated from college, and also graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry before going to college, and decided to treat herself by joining a group of girls from school who planned to go to Paris, France for a year to study art, fashion, and of course, the food. That’s how it all started. They’d quickly took a plane over to Paris, and within her first couple weeks there, she’d met a mat, named Julien Felicis, a local French-man who was attending a prestigious art college, having recently graduated from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. He was studying to become a famous painter, and was sure he’d be one. They met one day in a famous museum of art in Paris. It didn’t take much before Julien charmed Cherie, and they went out that night. They had a passionate affair over her first month there. But, all that passion came at a price. On the first night of her second month there, Julien seduced her into bed, like he had many times before, but this time, his seduction led to Cherie getting pregnant. Their lives were over.

Shortly after she took the pregnancy test, she planned to tell Julien. But, she knew he wouldn’t take it well. So, she waited until their next night together. After the panting and heavy breathing ceased, she told him. As expected, he did NOT take it well. Julien threw the sheets from his body and got dressed, telling her this was the end, and walking out. That was it—she was alone, and her life was crumbling. She’d planned to do so much before she had a baby, and now she couldn’t. She wrote her mother and father a few days after she heard the news, and as expected, her parents were infuriated. They all decided that they would give the baby up for adoption. That was going to be Darius’ fate—life at St. Pierre’s Orphanage. Without a second thought, after she gave birth, she dropped the little bundle of joy at the orphanage, and she walked out of his life forever.

Life at the orphanage wasn’t that great, but it wasn’t horrible. They had presentable clothes, and were able to take baths every day. It was a lot more like living in a boarding house. You expected this to be an Annie story, didn’t you? Since he was a baby, he was always a calm and collected child, never making any trouble. He was always outside playing, so he didn’t really bother anyone. As he got to be a young man, at the tender age of 8, he started to become a little more rebellious. He’d tried running away a few times, but he never succeeded. His life was nothing to be desired, but it wasn’t the worst. The orphanage is where he discovered his psychic ability and magical ability. Both appeared at the same time, during a temper tantrum when he was about five. They wouldn’t let him have an extra cookie and he ended up blowing the snack table to smitherines. They sent him upstairs to his room, and as he touched a picture of his foster mother, he could see the day this picture was painted, in his mind. Of course, both powers were manifested through his parents, but that was the day they made themselves known.

At the age of 9, a couple that lived in an exclusive estate in upper Paris came to the orphanage. Apparently, a man’s wife couldn’t have children, so they came to adopt. Figuring this was his chance to get out, Darius, or at that time, Felix, quickly brushed his hair neatly and put some brand new clothes on. He stood in line with the other orphans in front of the young couple. Their names were Dante and Amorea Delacroix, a local French couple. Well, technically. Dante was of Italy, but moved to French when he was a small child. After looking at the available orphans, they finally decided on Darius, which was now his new name, given to him by the couple. After that day, he lived in a big manor with his new parents, whom he quickly came to love. He started his teen years with them, going to school, going out with friends, doing everything anybody else did. They were so proud of him, and wouldn’t trade him for any other boy. They were extremely proud when he was accepted to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. They bought him his supplies and gave him a boat load of money to do what he wanted with, and they sent him off, ordering him to send them letters often. What, you were expecting happily ever after?

PARANOIA IS IN BLOOM, TRANSMISSIONS WILL RESUME
S A M P L E R P

1425 Amore Avenue. Darius stood outside a run-down old Inn. He was told by a couple of the nuns at St. Pierre’s that this was the place that his real parents had stayed at. He didn’t know who they were, or what kind of people there were, but he was determined to find out. He still had a couple hours to kill before he had to be at the train station to get his ride to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. He had to at least try to find out something about them. He didn’t tell his parents he was coming here, though; his adoptive parents. He thought they might be offended if he came to find his birth parents. Maybe they’d think that he’d grown tired of them and wanted to be with the people that left him. It wasn’t anything like that. He didn’t care if he’d met them or not—he just wanted to know what they were like, and if they were worth finding. So, with a deep, deep breath, Darius walked up the small flight of stone steps, strolling into the old Inn.

The place was a death trap. Darius knew he wouldn’t be able to stay here long. That roof was just about to cave in. It looked like this place had closed not too long after he was born, judging by the oldness of the board. He was surprised it was even open when he was born, but he was told this was the place that he was conceived at. Weird to think about, actually. Darius coughed as dust hit his throat, walking quickly up the steps and into a room at the end of the hall. This place was more and more drab as he walked on, filled with mold, dust, and creaky boards. It looked almost gray. Exhaling deeply, Darius opened the door that would lead him to the room his parents once stayed in. He walked in, his fingers sliding along the rough surface of the wood along the wall. Everything was made of wood; he was surprised the place hadn’t burnt down. A little bit of flint and tinder would really brighten this place up.

Darius’ fingers slid along a wooden dresser, getting an old vibration from this place. It was definitely a place that had a lot of memories. His unnaturally crystal eyes looked toward a worn-out hair brush. He picked it up, his eyes fluttering before his vision went totally white. This was a premonition. His vision changed to a woman sitting in a wooden chair in front of a vanity mirror. Darius was standing there, as if he was there with her, in this memory. He watched her brush her hair, noticing that she only had lingerie on. He looked away from her and her very long blond hair, and his eyes darted to the man in the bed, who was smoking happily, his bottom half covered with a blanket. He was in heaven, he could tell. They must have finished fooling around or something. Were those two his parents? Oh god, get me the hell out of here… Suddenly, his parents became blurs, speeding away from him, as if they were lights on a speeding car.

He was back to reality, looking at the brush. “Well, at least I know I wasn’t a test tube baby.”, Darius said, smirking to himself. He looked over to the bed, leering at it. He knew there had to be something on it. The orphan boy walked to the bed, sitting down on it slowly, in fear it might break under him. His hand slid along the knitted blanket, the scene of the present bedroom disappearing, a new scene of the bedroom from 17 years ago rushing toward him. The boy flinched and looked around the new room. He was still sitting on the bed, and all of a sudden, it started to tremor. He looked over and saw his mom and dad having sex, and pretty damn good sex, too. “Holy sh—”, Darius marveled at them, performing feats that he’d only seen acrobats do. He was disgusted once he registered that he was watching his parents create him. He closed his eyes and snapped his fingers, the scene of passion shifting to the scene of an old, empty room. He quickly jumped off the bed, almost hilariously, walking toward the door. “That moment will scar my mind forever…”, the boy groaned, heading to the exit. One more scene shift occurred as he touched the door frame. In the new scenery, they’d just finished what they were doing, and she was brushing her hair, while his dad was starting to get dressed. She told him about Darius, and that she was pregnant. Julien quickly got up and got dressed, storming out the door, passing right through Darius, as if he was a ghost. He gasped, as if he’d just been stabbed in the heart, trying to catch his breath. He was back in the empty room, grasping his chest, gasping for air. Finally, he got it back.

Darius looked around the room, his eyes darting around. “Why did I come here, again?”, he asked himself, before smirking and walking out of the room.

Must be Cossu

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