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[jae]

First Name:

Tobias Nathan

Last Name:

Jakobs

Age:

17

Appearance:

History:

Nathan Jakobs was born on August 19 eighteen years ago. Though he was born five minutes after his older twin brother. Though the family where happy with the older son they seemed uncertain with Nathan for he turned into a ferret off and on as a baby. It was a simple reason he was a lycantrhopy like some of his other relatives on his father's side. So the parents took it in to consideration and just dealt with it like any other wizard family would do. They treated them the same, though Nathan never thought they did, and spoiled them until they had another baby.

Like the first pregnancy it was yet another set of twins but sadly one of them didn't make it so Johannah was welcomed to the world. While the parents spoiled her they felt like the family was complete and tried to start they're lives. In the younger years of Nathan he was always made fun of by his brother and his friends. They always called him ferret boy. But through the years he grew to love the name and it stuck to him. He learned to love what he was and he accepted it.

Life seemed to be filled with people teasing him his brother stealing his girlfriends and even having fun hanging with his cousin Marlyn. Now he is back at Beauxbatons trying to get in the rhythm of the school once more.

Personality:

Nathan is rather down to earth. He enjoys the simple things in life. Its how he is. The boy can be a bit of a romantic person unlike his brother. Though he does have trust issues and can tend to be shy when you first meet him. Growing up he had a stutter but grew out of it and it caused him to be shy. Nathan does have anger issues and can get pretty mad fast but just as quick he can cool down. He can be lazy. Nathan likes to turn into a ferret and just run around crazy making people think they are going crazy. Through the years he just learned to never care what people thought of him.

Nathan does have his times were he gets nervous in front of people like when he has to speak in front of them. He gets to shaking and well you can easily hear it in his voice. Though once he gets going and use to it he does okay and he calms down.

Sample RP:

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Nathan rolled over and glanced up at the loud and rather annoying clock that when every second went by it had to make that stupid ticking and tocking. Sighing, the young boy sat up. It was rather late at night and he just couldn't sleep one bit. The reason for this? He didn't know why. So the only thing he could do was make himself busy until he was tired.

He threw the heavy sheets off of his body and slid out of bed. A burst of cool a brushed against his legs as he was in only a pair of boxers. Tobias wiped the little bit of sleep from his eyes and went to his clothes. Since not many people would be out at the hour he didn't feel the need to get all fancy. So he just grabbed a pair of old jeans and a black tee shirt. After they were both on, he reached over and slipped his shoes one. Since he was young, his mother had made both him and his old twin wear shoes every where no matter where they were going. A quick run to the deck to grab the broom or maybe outside to grab the mail. But it was for good reasons; or at least he hoped.

Reaching the stairs, the blond haired boy was happy to of escaped the hideous ticking. He smiled and reached a door. It was cooler at the top of the empty tower, but not to forget quiet as well. Maybe it would still be up there. Maybe he could just play a few cords and leave without waking a single soul. Or just turn and leave until the morning. No if you would of guessed the third, your wrong. Nathan turned the door knob and looked around him before entering. Quickly he ran in and closed the door and was leaning against it.

As he looked around there was dusty boxes an it. The main reason he was here. The only reason he was here. The piano. Many of his childhood memories involve playing them like the one that was in front of him. Walking over to the black shiny instrument, he sat at the bench and ran his pale fingers over the ivory keys. Than he pressed a lower key and worked his way up the scale. Tonight, he wasn't going to play anything classic but just play a few random notes.

Must be Sournois

[arlenwitchhazel57]

First Name: Arlen

Last Name: Witchhazel

Age: 15

Appearance: Medium Curly hair (blackish-brown), tannish-gold skin and green eyes, athletic body (but likes to eat!) and does have some fashion sense, but doesn't spend a lot of time working on her appearance, mostly because she spends her time day dreaming. Her favorite thing to wear though is her thinking jeans (her torn ones!) and her favorite band t-shirt that her best friend Alora gave her for christmas. her eyes are often described as cat-like but slightly on the bigger side. She mostly wears her hair down but piles it high on top of her head when she is reading or thinking. She experiments with different hair colors (red, yellow,pink, etc.) and puts one streak in her hair, and never goes without a streak in her hair.

History: Born in England and raised in France Arlen grew up around magic and always dreamed of becoming a great witch. Before now Arlen went to a public school her father (being a muggle) felt that instead of her becoming a witch like her mother that she could excel in something he wanted. When Arlen was 8 her two baby sisters were born (Pippin and Penelope) along with her baby brother (Peter!) all in all she ended up with a family six before her first year. This was fine with her because it allowed her to have more fun teaching and telling stories about magic. Arlen loved stories and tales of magical people (Arlen was a dreamer) she loved to quiz herself on how many spell ingredients so could remember or was always memorizing names of creatures and things. Her mother attended Beauxbatons and now that it is time for Arlen to choose, she's excited to attend as well.

Personality: Arlen is very into books and studying, but she really spends her time day-dreaming and browsing the wizard shops close to wear she lives. She is often the leader of a group and isn't shy by any means (except when it come to meeting new people) she often takes command of difficult situations and usually finds the solution to any problem. Although she is mostly fearless and brave she has her weaknesses such as letting people sometimes tell her what is really right is wrong and giving to to people demands she often helps people out and listens to what everyone has to say she is level-headed but sometimes make unwise decisions. Her favorite flower is a yellow rose and her favorite food is chocolate cake with strawberries. I should add She is very picky on who she befriends, key elements are trust and honesty.She is also quite the prankster but would never do anything to harm herself, others and cause her to get into trouble.

Sample RP: Arlen was sitting in her mothers bay window when her mother came rushing in "It's here!" she said in a rushed voice and started to pile Arlen's suitcases to wards the front door. It was Arlen's ride to the school Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and she was very excited to see what was in store for her. "I can't believe it's already here" her mother said entering the room again and standing by the wall. "Me neither, But it'll be fine" Arlen said grabbing her bag from the floor and walking to stand in front of her mother. "Yea I know it will, I just wish your dad could have been able to see you off today and we could have taken you there" her mother said with a sigh and placed and hand on her daughters shoulder.

"Yea me too, but I guess when he "promised" to be back from his business trip earlier he wasn't counting on his boss to extend their stay. Even with him here you think it would be possible to take these little monsters any where?". Alren said following her mother out of the room towing her small suitcase behind her and pointing at her siblings. her mother stopped to take the suitcase from her and went outside to give it to the taxi driver. Alren kissed her sisters and brother goodbye and made her way to wards the door,"Okay so are you ready to go?" her mother asked coming back up the to the house.

Alren could tell her mother was going to cry again so just so she wouldnt take forever went along "Yea mom, I have everything, I promise" Arlen said trying to back out the door. "Well just to make sure I made a list. Trunk?" "Check" "Okay, wand?" "Check"... It went on for almost 15 minutes and before Her mother annouced if she brought her stuffed animal (Mr.Snuzzles) to every person outside of their house, Alren once again assured her she had everything and that there was no need to worry. She gave her mother one last hug, and ran down the cobble stoned walk way. Alren walked past the taxi and saw the last of her trunk disappear inside. As she settled down inside she felt the driver pull out of the driveway on the way to her new school.

I put in the missing info and spell checked. I also re-did my RP a little bit. Hope it's better this time!

[kaylyn]

* sorry about leaving out my RP sample in the last one.*


First Name : Kaylyn
Middle Name: Chasity
Last Name: York

Age: Fourteen

Appearance: i389.photobucket.com/albums/oo339/donkey_dick23/02.jpg
she’s not skin and bones and she’s not a tub or lard, she’s normal and natural, she doesn’t like wearing much make up and she isn’t consisted. She’s unique and you can tell by her style. Sometimes her confidence comes off as arrogance but that’s just a misunderstanding. She isn’t strong and has no muscle, she can wear slouchy clothes in public and not care, she doesn’t get embarrassed easily and she loves fixing up her hair. Her body’s nice and tan due to that fact that she loves being outdoors and naturally her hair is blonde, but she’s died it brown over the years, She thinks she has a big nose, but that doesn’t bring her down. She doesn’t care what you think of her, cause he persona of herself is all that matters. And she’s perfectly happy with herself. Her fingers are long and skinny, just like her legs. And yes that does me she’s tall. Oh yeah, she has her big nose pierced.


History: Kaylyn was born and raise in a small town of Andorra with her parents Callie and Brendon York. She was fourth born of a family of five. Two brothers and two sisters, so in total her mother and father had three girls and two boys. Kaylyn and Her brother always were wrestling or playing sports, she was never afraid to get down and dirty and she can play with the best of them, But still yet when her sisters wanted to take her to get her hair or nails done, or go shopping she was always up for that. As she grew into her teenage years she started dating more and more guys, but she was never one to give in easily until one day she meet her first love Jacob. The two of them became inseparable and she was so in love. Until the day came when her father decided to let her in on his family’s secret, the secret of their magic abilities. But Kaylyn’s mom Callie, being a muggle, was skeptical about letting their daughter of five know the secret and try to keep it from the other four. Callie and Brendon agreed that for this to work, Brendon and Kaylyn needed to go to Brendon’s parents house for training, so she had to up and move away and leave behind the rest of her family and the then “love of her life” Jacob. Kaylyn, being the strong person she is, decided to have fun and not let the move get her down. Her father had once been a student at beaux baton’s Academy of Magic, and was belonged to the Sournois House.
Brendon is now encouraging Kaylyn to enroll as a student here at Beauxtons academy of magic.


Personality: Kaylyn is in fact a little shy at the beginning of your relationship, but as soon as you show her you’re worthy of being trusted, she’s not the least bit shy. She probably wouldn’t take it upon herself to approach a stranger or new person unless she had one of her closest friends with her. She expresses her feelings with poems and actions, she’s nice until you give her a reason not to be. She can get into deep discussions and once you’re friends with her, sometimes you’ll just avoid striking up a deep conversation due to the fact that she gets into them. She loves reading and she does it quite often, she also loves animals and learning new things. She does have some anxiety problems but they‘re not too big of a deal because she stays away from the situations that cause her anxiety as much as possible. She's a happy bubbly person inside and out and with the right amount of attention she’s content, she is spoiled by her parents and friends but she also has a level head and appreciates the little things in life, she takes up for herself, and she will NOT let you walk all over her, she isn’t a push over but she does try to help people out. Oh, did I mention her favorite flower ever is a Daisy?

Sample RP: Kaylyn arose from her bed early one morning, yawning and sitting up to get out of bed, she walked into her bathroom. She brushed and flossed her teeth, then rinsed with her mouthwash. Walking out of the bathroom she walked over to her window and sat down on her window seat to watch the sun rise. After the sun had risen, she walked to her bedroom door and began to go downstairs to welcome her father and grandparents a good morning and call her mother and other siblings back in Andorra. Once she had talked to her family, her grandmother sat a plate full of scrambled eggs, biscuits, gravy, and sausage links in front of her on the table. After she had ate, she rushed back upstairs to put on clothes and pull her hair up into a fish-tail braid. After she was ready, she grabbed her things and went back downstairs and said goodbye to her grandparents and her father and made her way outside and onto the trolley. After Kaylyn arrived on the trolley and gave the driver money, she found an empty seat next to a young lady and sat down. For a while, Kaylyn was silent, and the trolley just kept driving, she began to wonder when she would reach her destination. Finally Kaylyn was at her destination, and got up to get off. The girl that she had been sitting beside, wasn’t moving, then Kaylyn realized she had been sleeping this whole time. She didn’t want her to miss her destination, if she were getting off here as well, so she decided she would try to awaken her. She was startled at first and looked utterly confused, so Kaylyn just told her where they were and the girl said she was supposed to arrive here too, so they walked off the trolley together. They were at a book store, and they knew they had something in common, They liked to read. As they walked into the book store, they went to the same section of books, paranormal studies. They figured they had something else in common, but neither wanted to risk saying it aloud. Kaylyn walked off with a book in hand, to the other side of the bookshelf, and conjured up a note that asked “you have powers too?” and she sent the note on it’s way, right into the book that the other girl had picked up. Kaylyn continued to walk away, further and further from the other girl, then suddenly she stopped, because she got a note back saying, “yes, I do.”

Must be Cossu

[lennie]

work in progress!

First Name: Jason

Middle Name: John

Last Name: Redoute

Age: sixteen

Appearance:

History:

Personality:

Sample RP:

[keyonaviolet]

First Name: Madison
Middle Name: Electra
Last Name: Smith
Age: fourteen
Appearance:

History: Madison was born and raised in Toronto, With her Parents Raydon and Eliza Smith. She is the second to youngest out of seven, with a fraternal twin who’s just a few seconds younger. She has four brothers and two sisters. Madison has always been considered as the girly-girl out of the 3 girls, but when it came down to fishing and hunting, she was the biggest fan. She had always had more guy friends, than girls. All of the girls envied her for her natural beauty, and her gorgeous, popular, boyfriend of 2 years, Axavian. They were madly in love, and never apart. Naturally, her parents always knew that something was different about her. With both, her mother and father, being raised in family’s with magical abilities, they knew at least one of there kids had to have powers. With 4 of her siblings over the age of 18, they knew it had to be one of the younger 3. The other 2 had no sign of becoming a wizard, but Madison, she was different. So, they decided to explain to her what was going on. They knew that the best thing for her to do after learning about the secret, was for her to enroll at the Beaux Baton’s Academy of Magic, where they both had attended, her mother and father, both belonging to the Cossu house, where the fell in love, Then for her to go straight to her fathers parents’ house to begin training. She knew that she couldn’t let the family secret get out, But what would she tell her love, Axavian? She knew she couldn’t lie to him, so she decided just to tell him she was going away to visit her grandparents for a while, and she didn’t know how long she would be gone, or if she could keep in touch, but she would try her best to do what she could. Madison spent most of the next couple of days hanging out with Axavian, and her family, along with a little bit of last minute shopping, pampering, and packing. Finally, Sunday morning arrived and she was off to the train station, where her and her father would be leaving for her grandparents house soon, and a long journey down the road to wizardry.

Personality: Madison is very laid back, but she won’t put up with your bull s**t. When she isn’t spending time with Axavian, she is either reading or doing something outdoors. When it comes to School, Madison is one of the top of her class. She is very laid back, and easy to get along with. Once you get to know her, there will never be a dull moment when you are together. She always has a smile on her face, and it is VERY hard to upset her. Madison is the kind of person that everyone comes to for advice. Madison has been entered in many of beauty pageants in her life, and holds several different titles. She is the Beauty Queen of the family, and she has that side to her personality prove it. She can be a total b*tch if she wants to be, and that’s not something you want to see. But, all and all, Madison Electra Smith, is a nice, out going, and happy person to be around.

Sample RP: It’s been two weeks since Madison and her father have arrived at her grandparents house, and she has yet to talk to anyone back home. She misses Axavian like crazy, and she doesn’t know how much longer she can take being away from him. She hasn’t been out of the house, except for the occasional trips to the mini mart with her grandmother, and she thinks it about time for a change. She gets out of the bed, and walks downstairs where her grandparent’s and father, are waiting at the kitchen table with breakfast. They look a little suspicious, and she can’t help but wonder. Madison ate her biscuits and gravy with a side of bacon is silence, wondering what exactly everyone was thinking about. Finally she worked up enough courage to ask them. Her Father, Raydon, just smiled, her grandmother and grandfather just looked at each other. Finally Her grandmother says, honey, we have a surprise for you. She finished off her orange juice, then went into the family room along with her father and grandparents. She had no idea exactly what they had in store for her, but she couldn’t wait to see what it was. She sat down on the love seat, and the last person she would have expected to be there walked in the room, Axavian.

Must be Rouerie

[tahn]

First Name: Saoirse
Last Name: Bell
Age: Fifteen
Appearance:
- Piercing blues eyes
- soft pink lips
- Pale features
- Ski – jump nose
- Average height
- Slender
- Usually wearing a light sun dress



History: Growing up as an only child can sometimes have its benefits, but for Saoirse Bell being an only child merely led her to eternal selfishness and an inability to think of anyone’s feelings save for her own. Her mother and father had spoilt her so much that Saoirse began to expect presents and attention and when the time came where her parents realised that change would be vital in order to stop her selfishness, Saoirse simply threw tantrums until she got her own way. After attempting to teach her that being selfish wasn’t entirely admirable only once, Saoirses parents gave up and continued spoiling her so that they would never have to experience her grumpiness again.

This selfishness sort of lessened as the years passed, however, a new trait begain to emerge. Saoirse learnt that manipulation was the key to success and would constantly manipulate those around her so that she might get exactly as she wished. The emergence of manipulation began just before Saoirses eleventh birthday for no particular reason at all. Fortunately for her, none of her friends were aware that she was manipulating them like she was. Her kind and soft features worked in her favour by ensuring that she appeared to be truthful and kind – hearted.

When she was twelve, her mother and father divorced and she was from that time on expected to travel from parent to parent. Her mother soon remarried; as did her father and soon she had five step sisters to get along with. Being the oldest meant that she was able to manipulate her younger sisters without having to worry about them catching onto her behaviour even though it was still very stealthy. Having sisters didn’t really appeal to Saoirse, so going to her magical school was always an uplift for the twelve year old. To this day Saoirse still manipulates her friends, enemies and acquaintances without them noticing on most occasions.

Personality:

Manipulative: As stated earlier, Saoirse is very good at manipulating those around her without their knowledge on most occasions. An example of this was when two of her younger sisters were arguing with her about who was to have the last slice of cake at Saoirses mother’s birthday party. She worked her magic with them, saying that she would do whatever they wanted if she could have the last slice of cake and that she would play with them for the rest of the day. Instead of doing as she promised, Saoirses created a believable story to get herself out of having to spend time with her half – blood sisters. After all, they were fully accepting of Muggles. How disgusting was that?!

Quiet: Saoirse is very quiet. But this quietness does not come from being shy and nervous. This quietness was the trait that was brought on by her manipulative disposition. Whoever suspected a quiet, “well mannered” young girl with kind gentle features? No one! Exactly! She is not so much quiet that she comes across as being timid. Timidity is no problem of Saoirses, but it does help with creeping around and this is exactly why Saoirse worked to be silent and unnoticed in bad light.

Sneaky: This is one of Saoirses better traits in her opinion; not that she thinks any of her traits to be bad! Far from it! In all honesty, Saoirse believes herself to be just inches from perfection. The girl sneaks around and causes trouble for those whom she doesn’t like. Take note that trouble doesn’t necessarily mean “trouble”, but instead, possibly discomfort. She is the prank puller and loves to see those who she doesn’t like embarrassed and lost for words.

Hypocritical: Saoirse hates it when people do as she does to them and goes by the rule of "give them a taste of their own medicine" regardless of the fact that she is usually responsible for their actions towards her. If someone were to play a trick on her in response to her trick playing on them, she would retort in an even nastier way to teach them a few lessons about 'getting back' at her.

unaccpeting in regards to blood: This girl hates mud - bloods and blood traitors after her mother forced her to believe at these types of people were scum and not worth her time. She tries her hardest to stay away from muggles and muggle associated magical folk and is deeply offended when one begins to talk to her.

accepting on occasion: SOmetimes Saoirse is quite accepting but this is only aparent with friends and family. Saoirse only treats her most favourite friends and family with respect and will usually accept all pure - bloods into her company.

Under the surface of Saoirses stand - offish behaviour resides a relatively kind soul who is willing to make some sort of change if the right person comes along.


Sample RP: The door slammed even louder than the last time Saoirse had stormed angrily into her room. How dare her mother and father decide at the last minute that her friend was no longer allowed to visit her! Who were they to tell her that she wasn’t acting her age? Since when had the art of acting one’s age been necessary for Saoirse? Never! And there was absolutely no chance that she was going to start now. The young girl threw herself onto her double bed, the one that her parents had bought for her not three weeks prior to their sudden change in behaviour because she didn’t like her previous one anymore, and bit her lip in deep thought. She had already been out of her room that afternoon to reason as politely as she could manage with her parents that stopping her friend from visiting would not solve whatever it was that had possessed them to act so irrationally. There on her bed she lay until an amazing thought crossed her mind. Why don’t I just go out there and go off at them? I’m sure that might get the point across! After all, that’s all they’ve been doing to me for the last hour!

In actual fact her parents hadn’t been screaming at her; merely raising their voices to make their point, but there was no way that Saoirse was going to believe that they had the authority to act in such a way. Sitting bolt upright, Saoirse blinked with force and speed in order to release some fake tears from her piercing blue eyes. As soon as a singular crystal tear escaped from the girls eye she stormed towards her bedroom door, feet thudding against the floorboards, opened it with a whoosh of once peacefully still air and practically ran at her parents followed by an almighty screech of defiance. “Who do you think you are? Telling ME that MY friend can’t come over! You’re horrible parents and don’t deserve to have me as your daughter! What have I done to deserve this? Have you gone mad? Have you gone wrong in your mind tank?” This screeching continued for another hour and much to Saoirses dismay, her voice was beginning to deteriorate. Fortunately, however, her father, being a wise man, finally collapsed into a heap on a nearby chair and breathed the words in which Saoirse had been waiting for the entire afternoon. “Fine, she can come.”

Without further ado, Saoirse smiled, turned her tears off as if they were attached to some sort of switch and hugged her father tightly before saying in her musical voice, “thank you, daddy, I love you” and skipping up to her bedroom.

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Very nice! Must be Sournois

[gevans]

First Name: Greenlea

Last Name: Evans

Age: 13

Appearance:

History: Greenlea was born on April 8th 1996; she was born to Louise Hathaway and John Evans. Her Mom was a muggle, her Dad a wizard. She lived the Wizard life style though (her Mom just got use to it). You wouldnt say she was rich, but you wouldnt say she was poor either. She was just the above middle class girl [: . Well her first sight of magical ability was at a gymnastics meet in Tokyo. Her opponent was on the bars and was going towards the taller one. Greenlea couldnt stop thinking about them moving so the competition would miss. When she looked up there the bar had moved and the competition had fallen. About a month or so ago, she got her letter to Beuxbatons Academy, and I so excited about it !

Personality:
*smart
*funny
*outgoing
*speaks her mind
*kind
*caring
*compassionate
*flirty
*creative
*fashionable
*honest
*loyal
*witty
*intellectual
*quick
*athletic

Sample RP: Greenlea was leaving her room, she had just woken up from a mid day nap. She loved naps, they always made her feel calm and cool. She was walking down the stairs and there was only one thing going through her mind, the Charms exam. She was so worried about it, because Charms was her worst subject. She always got the movements wrong, or her incantations wrong, something was always wrong with her and Charms.

The subject she was least worried about though, was Defence Against the Dark Arts. She loved that class, it was her favorite. Perhaps it was the teacher ? Who knows. She walked across the courtyard, with her brown silky hair up into a pony tail. She had on gray sweat pants, with a pink American Eagle hoodie on. The weather was terrible, it was rainy and muggy outside. Suprisngly her Rainbow flip flops felt quite good in that weather. As she was making it across the courtyard, she saw a little boy being picked on by a 6th year. She quickly wipped out her wand and said "Hey, leave him alone!" The 6th year laughed and pulled out his wand quickly saying "make me." Greenlea knew no spells to take on a 6th year, so she grabbed the little boy and walked off with him.

You can't use the last name Evans, since it's Lily's last name. Also You need to spell check. Also personality can't be in a list form. It needs to be typed out.

[levina]

First Name: Levina
Last Name: Halland
Age: Fifteen
Appearance:
History:
Levina was born in Los Angeles, California, to a muggle
father and a witch mother. Fayth prayed fervently that
none of her kids would develop the power. Unfortunately
for her, that dream would not come true. When Levina
was around 4 years old, her family moved to France in
order to comply with her father's job promotion. That was
about the time she began to find out about her magic
ability, from the fact that she could hide really well in
hide-and-seek, almost being invisible. She could jump
unusually high and unusually far, and her mother
began to get worried.

What really broke her mother was the werewolf attack
when Levina was about eight. She was walking home in
the dark when she was attacked; no one knew who the
attacker was. Healers from St. Mungo's brought her in to
help her with her affliction, teaching her how to control
herself and also some schooling. She learned quickly,
devouring books and enjoying them very much. She was
horrible at math, and struggled with memorizing. She hardly
ever went out into the real world, and upon meeting a friend
of her mother's kid, she was cold and mean, thinking she
was better than her.

Levina got the Beauxbaton letter a few days before her
eleventh birthday, and she was extremely excited to
go there.
Personality:
Levina is a strange girl, personality-wise. She's
rather mean and obnoxious to people she doesn't
know, usually pushing away people who try to speak
to her with cold words or ignorance. She doesn't really
know how to be sociable, as she spent most of her
time around her parents being homeschooled, so
there really wasn't much time to get to know people.

Levina is not a sociable person, she's as much a
loner as a mangy tabby cat. She doesn't like to talk
to people, doesn't like when people touch her, and
if you so much as look at her weird she'll fly off
the handle. Levina doesn't talk much, well, actions
speak louder than words. Levina is ever sarcastic
and mean, to anyone and anything who would listen.

When she's with a friend, Levina opens up more. She's
actually pretty nice to her friends. She's very protective
of her friends and her posessions. If anyone insults one
of her friends, she'll never let it go. She has to get
revenge. Levina is a firm believer in an eye for an eye,
and always seems to be 'getting someone' for something
or another.

Most of her flaws can be boiled down to the three A's--
Arrogance, Aggression, and Ambition.

Arrogance- "Flaws? Me?"
Levina believes herself to be better than anyone else.
She's constantly puts others down and thinks that
she can do anything she wants to, and if anyone
tells her otherwise, she becomes angry and attempts
to show them that yes, she can in fact do what
anyone else can, and not only that, she could do it
better.

Aggresion- "Do you really want to provoke me?"
Levina is plagued by the inability to control her emotions.
She blames the wolf blood in her, but the truth is she
would've been like that whether she was a were or not.
She is very often seen picking fights with people, and
becomes rather defensive about things, to the point
where she blames things on everyone else.

Ambition- "Don't tell me no."
Levina wants to be the best. Her drive is so great that
when anyone gets in her way, she shoves them aside
without the slightest thought of them, only of what
she could gain by doing so. She cannot stand people
telling her no, and she usually does it anyone, leading
to her getting into huge amounts of trouble.

She usually steers clear of people for the simple fact of
what she is; She's extremely afraid she'll lose control
and accidentally hurt someone. Also, as she's not only
a half-blood but also a werewolf, she doesn't have high
hopes for really becoming anything. Apart from people
fearing weres, they also have a high mistrust, as she's
learned from both the Hogwarts headmaster and St.
Mungo's healers. Other than the three A's, she has a
fairly realistic view of herself.
Sample RP:

A young girl entered through the Leaky Cauldron, trying
to ignore the enticing scent of slow-cooked stew. She
stepped out the back door and stood in front of the wall,
taking a deep breath. She finally inched forwards into Diagon
Alley, bracing herself to walk with the self-proclaimed
Purities. There were many people along the streets and
shops, some rich-looking but most rather poor. It was a
depressing place now, no more happy squealing children,
no more lightheartedness.

The sun was obscured by the dark clouds; rain would
come soon. It was quite chilly. A light fog swirled across
the ground, slightly obscuring the walkway below. Levina
pulled her hood over her head, ice-blue eyes flicking back
and forth warily. She tried to ignore her rumbling stomach
and the dirty homeless grabbing onto the hem of her
cloak.

Levina tried not to catch anyone's eye, and felt as
though people were steering clear of her. Could they
see the wolf in her eye? The shadow of her pelt? Her
hand closed on her Ivy wand and she clutched it tightly,
feeling a little more reassured by it. She glanced down at
the floor, hoping to see the glitter of a Galleon, even a
Knut. But the others would have got to it first, and what
rich Wizard would drop a coin? She walked into a small
bakery and grabbed two loaves of bread. She dropped
five Sickles on the counter and walked out, not speaking
to anyone at all. Hopefully no one would think she had
stolen it; she had left money. Levina sat on a small stone
bench and began to eat her bread, hopefully in peace.

Must be Sournois

[hollyt93]

First Name: Persephone
Middle Name: Aimee
Last Name: Beaumont
Age: 15
Appearance:


Persephone has long brown hair with racoon tails in. She takes pride in her appearance and likes to wear make-up to make her look pale. She likes to make a statement with what she looks like.

History: Persephone Beaumont is a pure-blood witch from a small village called Brienne Le Chateaux. She was brought up with magic as she has three elder sisters: Rebekah, Isabelle and Nicolette. They were home-schooled until they came of age and left home. Persephone was also home-schooled from the time she began showing her traits of magic. Her parents had been worried because she didn't show magic until quite late and her parents had begun to make arrangements to fake Persephone's death. They couldn't have the shame of having a squib in the noble house of Beaumont. When Persephone eventually accidentally set Rebekah's hair on fire Mr & Mrs Beaumont were delighted. They loved their daughter very much and didn't want to loose her so it was a relief when they realised they wouldn't have to pretend she died. They may seem like cruel parents to most other people but they believe in upholding dignity and respect in the public eye. It is their number one family rule. "Never show weakness." Persephone was home-schooled from aged 11 until she finally got sick of being the only person in the house apart from her tutor. Her parents were never in as they liked to circle in society so often took extended trips to Paris. When they returned home Persephone demanded to be enrolled at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic so she could finally make some friends. Her parents agreed that this might be a good idea because it would mean that they could show Persephone off to the world. Persephone was a very intelligent and gifted witch. She had shown signs of being much more talented than her sisters before her. It was arranged that Persephone would attend school.

Personality: Persephone is the kind of girl you wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of. She has a very determined personality and knows herself inside out. She has a clear outlook on the world and will not be persuaded otherwise when she has decided something. She has a problem relating to males because she has been brought up by her female tutor and elder sisters. She always looks to them for inspiration and help in times of need. Persephone hasn't had much experience in hanging out with other girls her ages apart from one friendship with a girl she has known all her life from another pure-blood family who attends Beauxbatons. To her, she is known as Sephy, but Persephone is the kind of person who, if anyone else was caught calling her this she, would jinx them into next week. She loves to spend her time creating her own spells that have little or no useful purpose. Strange things like this amuse Persephone.

Sample RP:
Persephone looked around at her over-grand bedroom and sighed. She was laid on her back with her legs up the wall and her head hanging off the other side. She guessed she would miss her old room when she was off at school, with its plush pale blue carpet and silk hangings on the four-poster king-sized bed.
"It'll be worth it if I can make friends and learn more... advanced magic." she reasoned with herself and flicked her wand once with an air of someone who was very comfortable using magic. The lid on her trunk flicked down and Persephone did a backwards roll so she was stood on the floor.

She approached the huge wardrobe which held all of her fine clothes and opened the mirrored doors. She couldn't take all of her clothes with her to school so she was going to miss the luxury of being able to wear something different and new everyday. She had already got all of her new uniform and other things she would need for school. Her parents had sent them back from Paris with a house elf. She didn't need a wand because she had been using the 15 inch Rosewood and Dragon heartstring wand since she was 11. She rolled it between her fingers with a fondness of something which had served her well, like an old horse, before slipping it into the inside of her traveling cloak. Speaking of horses, Persephone descended from her room down the sparkling swirling staircase and took a shortcut through the kitchens to get down to the stables. The thing she would miss most about leaving home would be her faithful horse; Marigold. Persephone spent most of the afternoon grooming Marigold and by the time her parents had returned home she had mounted and was galloping down the old track that led towards the river at the bottom of the Beaumont Manor grounds.

By the time Persephone returned they were ten minutes late in setting off. She was scolded for not being punctual.
"Lateness is a form of being rude Persephone. And rudeness will not be tolerated. You must uphold the Beaumont name. You are an ambassador for this family. You will do good to remember that at Beauxbatons as well." Her father chastised. By the time Persephone had been ordered to get changed, as her clothes had become crumpled on the ride out to the river, and come back down they were running very behind schedule. Persephone felt nerves as she stepped outside and got into one of the slim-line black cars waiting outside waiting to take her to Beauxbatons. She refused to let it show on her face but Persephone was very apprehensive about attending her very first school.



I was kinda thinking Rouerie, but I really think Sournois will be much better for you. So must be Sournois

[penelope2]

FULL NAME;; amistad michael hennessy
AGE;; eighteen
APPEARANCE;;

HISTORY;;
Amistad Coelho, yes I said Coelho, was born on October 19^th in Cannes, France. His surname is the only thing he knows about his family. Since an orphan at Saint George's Orphanage, Amistad really cared to know about his parent's even though that was impossible for him to do. So growing up for him was tough. You can always find him begging in the streets and sleeping with just a wool blanket all covered in dirt and muck. No one paid much attention to him, until the headmistress of Saint George's Orphanage had caught sight of him and then bought him to stay at the orphanage. There he was the age of six, young but bold. Even though he was always tossed around and made fun of by the other kids, he would take it like a man...or a wizard. Whenever kids used to tease him or do harmful jokes on him, he would make bad things happen to them, by using his emotions. Now for a six year old these stuff were scary. But Amistad, being all wise from reading books taken from library's and reading them, made him literate of who he was. He knew his wizarding instincts. He knew who is parent's were, they were wizards, and he was one too.

The orphanage had to give him up because of the dangerous situations the rest of the kids were put into. They wanted him to be adopted immediately, that when the next family dropped by, they would be the one's to adopt him. Their wishes came true. The Hennessy family came: a mother, father and year-younger-sister than Amistad. A bright smiled filled his face, knowing that the Hennessy family were wizards. Harlow Hennessy, Amistad's younger sister had shown him spells and such. That was the only way he knew the Hennessy family were wizards. When Amistad turned ten, his loving mother had ran away. Who knows why? Amistad did, but then again had no clue. He knew his adoptive-father has been arguing over and over on a topic that Amistad wasn't aware of. But he knew that it broke his adoptive-mother's heart. For what reason? That reason is what he wanted to know. From then on, after his mother had ran away, Amistad's father has been a wreck and argumentive over such little mishaps. That even the slightest thing would tip him off. Such as the topic of going to Beauxbatons. He and his sister had such a beautiful relationship of passion and true brother-sister-love. But he had to say goodbye to her, cause he was leaving home. He wanted to know what happened to his mom, whom always tied the family together, was caring and full of liveliness. Everything that Amistad wants to do, he does it. No matter what. It was an emotional life, when he said goodbye to his sister and left home with only a trunk load of clothes and his lucky broom. It was an emotional night.

Amistad was now a ten-year-old runaway. He knew he was doing right, but then again felt cold inside and all wrong. Sitting in a corner crying, he was spotted by nomads. Bloodthirsty vampires. They took him in and kept him custody. The BITE! Amistad was choking to death...literally. He felt as if all the blood in him froze and his heart was solid as glass. He couldn't breathe, so he choked on every last breathe. Founded by werewolves in the forest, alone and on the floor, they took him in and gave him animal's blood. They knew too well that Amistad was a vampire. A new born vampire. The most dangerous kind of all. From then on he lived with the werewolves and loved it there. Even though he was far away from home, his thoughts weren't. Amistad always thought of his sister, Harlow and how she was dealing with their dad. But of course her dad loved her and will always, so Amistad didn't have anything to worry about.

Living with the werewolves grew long and weirdly enough, Amistad was eighteen. He fed off of animal's blood and was falling in love with a werewolfe. Two very weird things for Amistad. Elise was a werewolfe, that caught Amistad's eye. She was the daughter of the man whom Amistad resided with. Then one day Amistad did a very bad thing. He killed Elise with just a kiss. Her blood was too much for him. Amistad then bought Elise's body to the forest where he was founded, and then cremated her body with fire. He would forever live with this regret. Amistad ran away from the werewolfes and flew to Beauxbatons where he would forever reside. Pained from that loving loveless death, and never again seeing his family.
PERSONALITY;;
INDEPENDENT Amistad is very independent and would do whatever it is to get what he wants. People usually would think of him as very stubborn and uncaring of other people's needs. Which most of the time is how Amistad comes across to be. Usually he does things for the need of his own and would like to do stuff without the help of others. He'd rather love to be by himself and do things his way, not be always followed by or cared for. Amistad is very sneaky and like his independence, he would always do as he pleases. Nothing, not even danger, could stop Amistad. He's headstrong and cannot depend on other people, cause he feels that that would hold him back.

PROTECTIVE Amistad is really peculiar when it comes to this. He usually is protective of people when he needs to be, and people of whom he cares most of. Some people who mean nothing to him, he get's real antsy and starts to have an attitude. This is a really bad trait. He get’s very mean around people and has a bad temper. And whatever he thinks of saying, he says to who ever he’s mad at. He get’s protective over people whom he’s scared being around with. Since he’s partly vampire, he still doesn’t have so much control over his thirst, even though he’s been drinking animal’s blood for a long time. Not that Amistad wants to be a loner, he just wants to be careful to not kill anyone with his thirst. So thats why he's very careful of who he chooses as friends.

SARCASTIC

[/b] You already know how Amistad is really mean to people whom he dislikes. Well this sarcasm is the icing on the cake. A lot of things that Amistad finds humorous to him are people who are angry. For some odd reason that makes him laugh. Just the look of people's face when they get angry, set's him off, and makes him laugh like mad. Usually to entertain himself, he brings out his quirkiness and dry humor to make fun of others. Sometimes he would enjoy this, but if his sarcasm and humor get in the way of people's feelings, he softens up and feels apologetic. Amistad never likes to see people sad because of what he did, unless that they did something to him so that he would get upset.

A HEART?[/b] Yes. I know. After you heard all of the bad things, Amistad does have a heart of gold inside...somewhere. Just kidding. Amistad is, as I stated before, protective. He likes to take control and have everything in his own hands, whether it's saving a life, or making someone feel better, even standing up for someone. He doesn't let anyone cry. He hates crying and people feeling sad for him, or feeling sad in general. So Amistad would always cheer them up...by his sarcastic jokes of course. Though if you talk about love. He is lovesick. Amistad still doesn't know if he wants to be in love or not. After the chilling memory of killing a girl, he just doesn't understand the concept of love anymore. Amistad is now left alone.
RP SAMPLE;;
SITTING ALONE, HIS HANDS WERE ON HIS FACE, AMISTAD WAS ACHING FROM DREAMS.[/color][/b] He stood up and paced around his drafty room. It was a dull day, such gray clouds, but such bright colors were shown. Amistad shook his head, trying to let go of the worries, nightmares, regrets. Harlow. The best sister he never had shown up in his mind. Her face from the last time he'd seen her...eight years ago, was blurry, and hard to remember. Even for the little bit of thought of Harlow, hurt him. He remembered her sorrowful tears of lost. Like she was hugging him and he would die right after. Amistad squinted his face and threw his hand to massage his emotionful expression off. Nothing would make him cry. He didn't want to, therefore he wouldn't.

Amistad gulped heavily a fresh glass of cold water. A long heavey breath was heard, and he charged out his room. He needed fresh air. He needed to get away. The forest was so green, it was like how Dorothy would see everything for the first time beyond the rainbow, away from gray-old-Kansas. The forest was just beautiful and...green. He stepped on the dry dirt with twigs, all barefoot. Tree's with fresh-vibrant-green leaves that fell at every wind gush, had surrounded Amistad. There was a sudden strong smell of human blood. Sniffing around, Amistad looked like a cat that smelt tuna. He bent down as if he were to crawl, and hissed. Elise.

She was standing there and then sat down, her feet dragging across the lake's water. Amistad looked back at the house, and made sure Elise's father wouldn't find him kissing her. Amistad straightened his body and then casually walked towards Elise. He always worried for her. Feeling his own skin and feeling her's. She felt like a hot steamed oven, only if Amistad remembered how that felt. He came at her back, and tapped her shoulder. She was startled and jumped, taken aback. "Hello Madame," said Amistad being a jokester and bowed at her feet. He really loved her but could never show it in front of her father. He was frightened that Elise's father would not accept him to marry or even kiss Elise. Amistad was a vampire thats why.

Amistad came closer to Elise. The burn of her scent was hurting his nose. It was like animal, the sweet scent of the animals. But then again it burned him. Amistad didn't want to admit he could easily kill her with a kiss and then a bite. Well, he would. But he couldn't. He would try to resist. Expressionless, he kissed her. Bite.
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Must be Sournois

[annika]

First Name:
Annika
Last Name:
Ittiruck
Age:
15
Appearance:

History:
On March 31st, Tanya and Sun-jo Ittiruck gave birth to a small baby girl. When she was first born, though, she nearly died. She had been born not breathing, which nearly killed her. Unfortunately, the mother died from the painful birth in the forest. Sun-jo had to chose one life to save, and had decided to save his daughter's. He hardly managed to get her breathing. They had been camping at the time, not realizing how close Tanya had been to having birth. He wrapped her up in an extra blanket they had brought, and took her to the nearest hospital. Besides the fact that she hadn't been breathing, it was a healthy birth despite her small size. The doctor's gave her all of the shots, and soon Annika and Sun-jo returned home.

Without her mother, life was tough for Annika in Tibet. Her father owned a bean farm, and since she was the only child she took care of most things. She had learned to sow by the time she was four years old, though it was extremely sloppy back then. She improved, much to her father's relief. She discovered her magical and metamorphmagus abilities at the age of seven. Up until then, she had had no desire to change what she looked like. Slowly though, for her father and her her life improved drastically. A wealthy man from the United States of America saw how successful their farm was, despite how poor the Ittirucks were. He offered them a high price for the farm, and without much hesitation Sun-jo sold it.

Annika's father had no desire to live in the United States, despite how much she begged them. Her and her father compromised on France, since it was a good country for their current situation. When Annika was merely nine years of age, they moved to the small town of Egat, France. She was allowed to attend school for the first time in her life, much to her surprise and happiness. At first it was extremely difficult for her, and she had an extremely hard time with it. By the end of her first two years, she had caught up with everyone her age and ended up to be one of the smartest girls in her class. She was extremely proud of herself, as was her Dad and teachers.

When she hit middle school, her grades went down again as Annika had not expected it to be so challenging. It took her a while to get them back up, and quite a few extra hours of studying that she had not used up before. Her father blamed the fact that she had become popular with her peers, and hanging out with more friends instead of studying like she had done when she was a new girl and no one had liked her yet. She tried to ignore his constant accusations, but it did get quite annoying. Her friends had told her just to ignore it, and she had for a while. But after a few months she snapped out of total anger towards him.

Sun-jo and Annika got in a huge fight, and it ended with her screaming 'I hate you' and running off to her room. She stayed up their for hours, still fuming. She was fourteen, and thought that she was always right. The house caught on fire later that night, and she and her father still had not made amends. Her room was on the first floor and had doors leading outside, so she had no problem escaping. All she did was grab a picture of her mother, and ran outside. Her father was not as lucky. His room was in the middle of the house, and only had one door leading out of his room. He was not able to escape, and died that night. She was extremely guilty, and sent to live with her Aunt who had also moved to France.

Her aunt, Stacey, was her mother's sister and extremely rich. She lived in Paris, and bought Annika a whole new wadrobe with a bunch of designer names. She spoiled her new 'daughter' to death, just like she had done to her own daughter before she had died. Stacey was a very happy person, and fun to be around. Slowly, her aunt brought Annika out of her extreme guilt and sadness. She hasn't been quite as bubbly and lively as she was before, except around her closest friends. She prefers not to talk about her past to strangers, but is willing to share it to those who will listen. It was her aunt Stacey that told her she had royal blood in her veins, and that her family had been hidden from others for their own good.

Personality:
Annika could be considered the perfect child at school. During class, she is unusually quiet. Though outside, she is extremely loud and loves to party. She likes to fit in, and gets extremely annoyed when she isn't. She is not one that prefers to be alone, and will make friends with nearly anyone. She can be extremely prejudice to people, but takes her opinion from their looks and not whether they our completely human or not. She is usually not a snob in person, but will talk about people behind their backs. She knows it can be rude, but does it anyway.

Being popular is only her second goal, though. Her real goal is to make it to all the glories of fame and fortune in the muggle world. Annika wishes to become a famous athlete, in swimming. She is a very good swimmer, despite the fact she has only been training for two years so far. She always tries her hardest with her goals, pushing herself to the limit. She constantly questions herself whether she pushes herself to hard, but ends up just ignoring the question. She only ignores it because she knows that if she is honest with herself, the answer would end up being yes.

As for being part of the royal Tibetan family, Annika doesn't really care. She doesn't mind being royal, but she doesn't shove it away. Only the royal families know about her cover name and life, and it is a strict secret for her protection since she is the only living heir to the throne. Despite the fact it is a secret, she is willing to tell her friends that she is a princess in hiding. She has her crown with her, but hides it very well sine it is for her life and also extremely expensive. When you meet her, you wouldn't be able to guess since she has been working a bit in her life.

Annika does have anger issues. Making her mad at you is not a good thing. She is not afraid to speak her mind about people to her enemies faces, and is also not afraid to beat the crap out of it. She is strong, despite her small size. If you get on her good size which is an easy thing, she will protect you. She is an overprotective friends, and would do practically anything for or with her friends even if it is not a good idea. She is much more street smart than book smart, and knows how to deal with people whether for her own good or not.
Sample RP:
The breeze rustled gently, blowing Annika's currently blonde hair around her. She often changed her appearance when no one was around for the fun of it. Her eyes were a soft, pale shade of blue like water. Her bare feet where used to the familiar, rocky path that she walked on. It was comforting to her, where as other people would be wincing every few feet or so with the rocks. She had walked it a lot in the past two years, using it to think freely. It was nice that her aunt Stacey had a big backyard, as it had a mini forest that provided shade and shelter and peace and quiet.

She sang to herself softly in Tibetan a lullaby. It was another comfort for Annika. It was one that most mothers would sing to their daughters before they were tucked away from bed, an experience she had never truly had. Her aunt was almost like a mother to her, despite she had known her for such little time. She was the only true family she had left ever since the fire in her old home had stolen her father's life. With a gentle sigh, she sat on the root's of the nearest Oak tree.

In Annika's hand was a letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. It had come only earlier today, something she was fairly excited about. She enjoyed school, but not enough to be considered a nerd by her peers. But she was most certainly going to miss all of her friends that were so close to her. She wasn't sure what she would do without them. Her aunt Stacey wouldn't be there, nor her best friend Katherine. They were the only two people close to her at the moment that knew she was a princess. She would have no one to confine.

"Annie! Annika!" The familiar called rang through out the woods. A small smile came across her lips. Her father had also give her the nickname Annie, something she would also remember. She stood up quickly, folding back up the letter. She wrapped her pale pink jacket around her tighter. As she jogged back down the path, she quickly changed her hair back to it's regular black with brown highlights, and her eyes back to brown. As her young, energetic aunt Stacey came into sight, a small smile spread across her tan face.

Must be Sournois

[aileenvance]

First Name: Aileen
Middle Name: Amber
Last Name: Vance
Age: 15

Appearance:

Aileen might have scene hair, but that doesn't make her a scene girl. She just likes the hair, that's all. She has shiny black hair and very light blue eyes. Aileen is pretty skinny, but not boney. She can eat what she wants, but she keeps skinny. She doesn't uses a lot of make-up, only a bit mascara and eyeliner. Foundation is a big-no, she hates it and it will never be used on her. Aileen is pretty short as well, she likes to wear heels, not the ones with flowers and hearts and anything on it, just the simple black ones with a ribbon at the front.

History: Aileen was born on 1 October, 15 years ago. She has been born and raised in London. Her parents, Jay Vance and Cornelia Amber Vance, where pretty rich. They lived in a big house, in a very rich and formal neighborhood. Aileen enjoyed the big house and the thousands of toys they bought her, all the attention she got from her parents, the expensive silky clothes, her big and oh-so pretty room. But then 5 years after she was born, Cornelia got pregnant again. It was going to be a girl. 9 months later it was Aileen's birthday, she couldn't wait for all the presents. She came downstairs and saw the nanny, on the big red couch. Her mom and dad went to the hospital because the girl was coming. Aileen felt miserable, on her birthday they where gone! At the age of 6 years old, she couldn't understand it was very important. She had been on her room for the rest of the day, crying. Then, in the evening, when her dad, her mom and the baby came home her father yelled 'Late happy birthday, honey! Look, we've got an extra present downstairs!' Aileen ran downstairs, almost tripping over her own feet, and saw the baby. She hugged it, and forgot that she was mad at her parents. Now, 9 years later. Aileen and her sister, called Destiny, where best friends. They told each other all the secrets they got, they hang out together, they did almost everything together. They even got their parents so far that there was a door between their rooms so they could go to each other. But now, it was time for Aileen to go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic...

Personality: Aileen tends to be quite calm and patient most of the time, overall she's a pretty nice girl. She makes friends easily, and loves to talk and to listen to people. But if you are sad or just want to tell Aileen a secret she'll keep it for herself and tell no one about it, she's very loyal.
She dislikes spiders and insects but loves to interact with other people and pets, which are not spiders or insects of course. She gets sick pretty fast, because of her weak immune system. Mostly, even medicines won't have any affect on her, which is pretty dangerous. Aileen is a little bit off in space sometimes, mostly when she has to make tests, homework, etc. She can't concentrate one a thing very long, her eyes will wander off to a painting or something else. She just can't concentrate. Because of her light blue eyes she's a bit color blind, she can't help it. But she mistakes the color blue for purple a lot. And oh yeah, she loves the muggle caffeinated drinks! Cola and the likes? How can people live without? Always better then the nasty pumpkin juice... Also, she loves reading. Normal books or school books, she thinks either are very interesting. You'll mostly find her somewhere outside reading a book. She's also prepared to learn everything, like advanced magic and all.

Sample RP:
Aileen sat on the bed, in her room. Moving her feet nervously, she admitted. She was nervous, but excited as well, to got to Beauxbatons. Her eyes glided trough her room, the light pink but almost white walls, the white floor, the paintings and posters, her bed, her closeth, her suitcase filled with all sort of things. A hat, scarves, her new bookbag, robes; school and dress robes..and of course her reading books! But she had to pick out some clothes to take to Beauxbatons as well. While holding her, Walnut and dragon heartstring, 12 & 3/4 inches, wand her eyes glided to her new kitty. His name was Nacht, which meant Night, it was a Dutch name but she liked it. Nacht looked similar to Aileen, his fur was black and shiny, he was skinny and little and he had light blue eyes. Aileen felt that this was the right cat for her. She had to bring a animal with her, though. Ans she always wanted a cat, so this was the right moment. She put her wand on the bed and walked to her closeth and opened the doors. Hmm.. She wasn't sure which clothes she would take with her. On that moment her sister, Destiny, opened the door and jumped on her bed. 'Hai sissie!' she said to Aileen. 'What are you doing?' she continued. Aileen turned around and sighed. She walked to the bed and sat next to her sister. 'I can't pick out my clothes, which do I need to take with me?' she asked to Destiny. 'Well..' She said and walked to the closeth. 'You need to take a few 'normal' clothes with you, you might never know when you need them.' She said while she pulled out a black skirt and a black sweater out of the closeth, she looked over to Aileen to make sure she had seen it and then put it on the table, which was next to the suitcase. She pulled out a few more skirts and sweaters and put them on table as well. 'Then you need a few dresses. Hmm.. I see you have enough to choose from' She said and grinned. 'Do you like these two?' Destiny asked and she had two beautiful dresses in her hands. The first one was a half-long, dark blue, silky with fringes around the décolleté, which was not to big. The second one was a pretty short, light pink, made of silk again with a pretty deep décolleté and a few fringes around the sleeves which ended on the shoulders. A simply summer dress, perfect! After staring at the dresses for a minute she nodded. Those dresses where perfect. She almost forgot that she had these. Her eyes wandered off again, this time to the clock. It was already late! 'I have like only an hour left before they will bring me to Beauxbatons!' She panicked a bit. 'Don't worry, we'll get things sorted out before you leave' Destiny told her. Aileen got a bit calmer, she was so happy to have such a handsome sister. Destiny grabbed a few more dresses and put them on the table again. 'This must be enough.' She told her big sister. 'Do you have your teeth brush, make-up, crémes and everything yet?' She asked, hoping her sister didn't forgot. Aileen ran of to the bathroom without giving an answer, she grabbed 2 eyeliners and all her mascara's, which were 6 in total and ran to the bedroom again. 'Got it.' She said and put them in her suitcase. She had almost everything now except for her..Shoes! Ohnoo. She ran downstairs, grabbed her 3 pairs of heels, she put on pair on and ran upstairs again. Click-clack-click-clack. She ran to her shoe-rack and grabbed one non-heel shoes from it and then she packed everything in.

They walked through the house, down the stairs, trough the kitchen, the living room and the hall. Then they waited outside. Her parents where at work, but they said goodbye this morning. Destiny held the kitty in her arms and cuddled Nacht, he enjoyed it. Aileen waited nervously but excited with her suitcase next to her and her wand in her handbag. They didn't noticed but there was a car waiting for Aileen a few meters away. 'I think that's the car which will bring me to Beauxbatons.' She said and pointed to the black car. She walked to it, followed by Destiny. She opened the door and said hello, then hugged Destiny, who cried now. 'I'll miss you as well, Destiny' Aileen told her and Destiny handed over the kitten. Aileen put the suitcase in the back of the car and got into the car. 'Bye, Destiny.' She said, almost crying. She would miss her so much. She closed the door and then she waited patiently, cuddling Nacht.




Must be Rouerie

[hollyblaine]

First Name:
Clair

Last Name:
Blaine

Age:
fourteen

Appearance:

Clair is 5' 8" tall, with shoulder length, straight blonde hair who also has large brown eyes. Clair is known for her clothes, as she is Muggle-Born; she knows what goes with what. She normally wears her hair down or in a half-pony tail. Clair only wears little make up, but when she does she wears natural colours. Clair is normally seen in the School uniform, this was during school hours, but after classes are finished, Clair changes her clothes and becomes more relaxed. Clair is always holding her books close to me when walking between classes, cracking her knuckles before starting classes, biting her lip when she is nervous and is always smiling whatever the weather.

History:
The Blaine family, a Muggle family originate from Edinburgh, Scotland. Both of the Clair's parents are alive and well and work as School Teachers. Cliar has great enmity for her parents, as they borught her up to be the best person she can be. When Clair was 10 when her family moved to France. Her parents were worried that she would also be a Witch like older siblings; they were also worried that she would not be able to learn Magic either. Clair is the youngest member of the Blaine family; she has three older siblings - Hannah; 18 (Witch at Muggle university), Heather and Kevin; 17 (twins who are both at Hogwarts, Hufflepuff 7th). But Clair's materal grandparents were the first generation born in France, near the place where Beauxbatons is situated. Clair received a letter from Beauxbatons, explaining that she was welcome to attend there.


Personality:
Clair is the shy, quiet type in almost every sense and she does not really wish for people to see her walking through the halls, stop her and talk to her. She definitly does not want to receive constant compliments, and she certainly does not want to ever be the centre of attention. She is a thinking about what other people are thinking. She is true to her friends, she is a secret keeper and when she is around friends, she can most certainly act like a normal teenage girl and get wild or have a good time...but everyone knows for fact that she is certainly not the social butterfly at Beauxbatons, even if they wish that she was for one reason or another. Her shyness factors hugely into her choices for both in her Muggle and Magical worlds, this is because she does not like to be put as the centre of attention in anything that she does. She enjoys her Magical life and does very well when completing any team task. She falls in love too quickly, so she may have a crush or two on some of the male students. Clair is the most trustworthy person you can ever meet, she does have a good sense of humour and she knows how to have a good time.

Being of Muggle Born, Clalir spends most of her time reading and listening to Muggle music. However she is a fan of the band "Weird Sisters". When Clair is nervous she picks at her nails and twirls her hair when she is working. Doddling is another of Clair's habits, she doddles on most of her notebooks and parchment. Quidditch is something that Clair is good at; she is not as good as her siblings at Hogwarts, but she does enjoy playing. Charms and Transfigurations are Clair's strongest subjects, but DADA and COMC are not.

Sample RP:
It was the morning of Clair's first day at Beauxbatons and she was nervous. She knew that today was going to be different to her older sisters and brother first days at their school. They all attended Hogwarts, but as Clair and her parents are now living in France she was going to be attending Beauxbatons. Since arriving in France, Clair had been learning French; but she was not that good at it though. Clair walked downstairs and headed towards the kitchen to meet her mother. "Good morning Mum" she said nervously. Her accent still some Scottish in it; which was what she loved about herself. Clair sat down on one of the stools, which were nexted to the breakfast bar. Clair smiled as she watched her mother make her some breakfast. Clair could see that her mother was a little sad about today. "Morning Clair, today's the day"

[/i] her mother replied.

The clock in the kitchen chimed eight o'clock. It was time for Clair and her mother to head off to Beauxbatons. Clair wondered if she was going to travelling on a train, by portkey or even the floo network. She thought that as the family hous now had a fireplace. Clair could feel the butterflies starting to brew within her stomach and she could also see the tears in her mother's eyes.[/center][/font][/size]

Im sorry, but I need more in her personality. Specifically, I need more things like what she likes to do in her free time, what her talents (if any) are, and her flaws.

Edited! 26th July

Must be Rouerie

[svetlana]

First Name:

Svetlana 'Svet'

Middle Name:

Jinger

Last Name:

Vassey

Age:

Fourteen

Appearance:

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Build

It is amazing, considering that Svetlana has such as loud personality, that she isn't really all that shocking physically. At seventeen, she has stood at the same height (4"11) since she was 12. Her bloodline hasn't necissarily been known for their height - but still - her lack of any sort of lankiness irks her so bad, that Svetlana does many things to try an appear taller.

She isn't anywhere near overweight - even though she has a great love of food - thanks to a high motabolism and hyperactice daily routine. She is simply a normal weight for a normal teenage girl, who is under size in height.

Facial

Svetlana has a ovular face - without much definition to her cheekbones. Sporting a square jaw and a slightly crooked nose - she's not the kind of girl who wins alot of beauty pagents. But she's not a total hag, either. Like pretty much everything, she's average - passing at 'pretty' at best; with lidded hazel eyes and a half-sly smile.

She could probably help her image if she bothered wearing makeup, but half the time, she can't be bothered with the effort.

Hair

Probably the first hint to Svetlana's shocking demeanor is her hair color; a rich red-wine color, cut into different shaggy layers that leave her with minimal maintenance and brushing. Her hair touches just below her shoulders. Alot of students have speculated if she actually dies it such a color - but Svet's hair is all natural.

Fashion

When not wearing her uniform, Svetlana's wardrobe could best be descrived as urban gruge - and it's constantly changing in colors and size, depending on what her adopted mother and grandparents can get ahold of and burn. Her favorite colors seem to be those that are bright and clashing - ranging in styles of flary and feminine to baggy and boyish. Comfort is the most important thing to Svetlana - clothes arn't worth a damn if you don't feel comfortable in them.

She has a wide selection of Quidditch team shirts - as she does not support just one team, she has almost every team represented in the european leagues. A wide supported of the Wierd Sisters, she has a variety of bandshirts, slogans, flare and color-coordinated outfits that short her support of the band.

History:

The Vassey Family

Records show that the Vassey family have shown a long, long line of wizarding percision. Originally known as the Cheartreaux de Vassey's, the original matriarchs of the family lines - Madeline and Beatrix, ended up dividing the family name into two seperate households - the Cheartreaux and Vassey. It is common knowledge that the two sisters hated each other - using their talents in magic to fuel their personal agendas against each others. Madeline Vassey would eventually triumph, however, due to her sister's 'sudden and inexplainable transformation to a pile of ash' - leaving the Cheartreaux name to be perminately removed from the family plaque.

The singular Vassey name, from that time one, became one of the older pureblood family clans known in both France and the Neitherlands. Centuries pass, however, and by the beginning of the 1900's, witches and wizards of the Vassey lineage were few and far between. They faced similar problems as purebloods across the world - more and more Muggleborns and Half-blood families were appearing, and Pureblood families were losing their prestiege. Desperate times call for desperate measures - and the Vassey's were desperate people. Resorting to inter-family marriage, the newer family generations were not exactly healthy or sane - but at least the family purity had been retained.

Cordelia Vassey

From the day Cordelia was born, she was showered and doated on by her large extended family. A prodegy of sorts, she first showed her aptitude for magic at seven - when she frightened a muggle boy on the street, by setting the seat of his pants on fire. For most of the time, Cordelia was kept cloistered in the main house - carefully taught by her elders, who would die rather than send her to muggle school. The only time she was truely free from her family was when she was accepted into Beauxbatons.

Her first year at school changed the usually obediant Cordelia into a ungreatful wretch, in the eyes of her family. Returning from her first year, Cordelia began to actually question them - having learned that there were plenty other children who were not Pure, but perfectly nice in her Cossu house. Like Joshua Bilksly - a half-blooded boy. Her parents - Venetia and Talbot Vassey could do nothing to sway her 'artisticly troublesome' daughter - no matter where they locked her, she would find a way out - becomming an expert of scailing out of windows. All she cared about was her music - there was no desire to continue a family lineage.

There was only one way they could continue to control their daughter - and during her last year at school, they informed her that she would return home, and prepare for her marriage to Fingall Vassey - a cousin of hers. Cordelia, however, never returned home - in fact, she went home with Joshua - sending her parents a letter informing them of her desire to be removed from the family. The letter, rather than being read, was dropped in the fire - and Cordelia found herself thoroughly disowned.

Joshua Bilksly

Joshua's parents welcomed Cordelia with open arms, and Cordelia spent her first few years finally free of her posessive family an official adopted sister. Except...Joshua was a little closer to her than a brother would be. By the time she was 20 - getting by by singing in nightclubs and muggle bars opposite Joshua's piano-playing - she discovered she was pregnant with her first child. They returned home during the duration of her pregnancy, until Svetlana Jinger 'Bilksly' was born on March 28th.

Happy Family

To say Joshua and Cordelia were ready for a child would be wrong. The young parents were less than adequately prepared for caring for the child. For the first three years of her life, Svetlana was more Caroll and Trenton Bilksly's daughter. Her paternal grandparents did everything for their granddaughter - while her actual parents toured clubs, becoming mildly famous, and occasionally touring abroad. Unfortunately, with her parents away, Svetlana was left open for the taking of the Vassey household. As Cordelia was her mother, and Caroll and Trenton were really getting too old to care for a child, the large Vassey family offered them money in exchange for their granddaughter - and did everything in their power to get Cordelia's daughter.

Eventually, they did - and Cordelia's sister, Penelope, took over caring for the toddler. Unable to have children of her on, Penelope Vassey would legally adopt Svetlana at five - claiming that her sister was 'unqualified' to really care for a child - as she and Joshua were constantly on the road. As Penelope continued to live in the main Vassey house, Svetlana was subjected to similar treatment as he more - anti-mixed blood propoganda and a rigorious home-school schedule. The Vassey family went so far as to try and turn her against her birth mother - claiming she brought shame on them all by marrying a 'dirty' man.

Like Mother Like Daughter

Seeing as she was subjected to similar treatment, it really should not have come off as much as a shock that as soon as Svetlana entered Beauxbatons, she would turn into her mother as well. Only worse. By the time her first year was over, Svetlana became an unholy terror - leaving the house, screaming, fighting - hardly proper behaviour for the 'Vassey lady' to act. She wasn't even all that good at magic, however; it was like she didn't care about her lineage at all.

It's no secret that Svetlana generally hates her own family - even her birthmother, who had the courage to leave. This is most likely because, while Svetlana has been trying to write to her for the past five years - she has got no reply from her mother - her letters returning unopened.

City/Country of Birth: Nimes, France
Currently Living In: Rotterdam, Neitherlands

Personality:

Svetlana is not at heart a mean person. Exceptionally blunt, overly pushy, sarcastic, tempermental and a chronic lier - but never intentionally cruel. No matter whom she is talking to however - she is prone to saying or doing something that will offend. Unfortunately, she is the type of person who'll open her mouth to speak faster than her brain can consider what she's actually saying - since she was kid, she's either come off as being arogant, rude, or extremely childish when she was really trying to argue for the opposite.

That's one thing that Svetlana loves to do, above almost all else - argue. Seriously, if Beauxbatons would start a sort of debate team - Svetlana may just faint from joy. Doesn't matter the situation or the topic of conversation, she'll find something to complain or debate over - and a stubborn streak a mile long prevents her from giving up without a serious fight. Perhaps the reason why she is so confrontational and arugmentative, is because she enjoys the gleeful sensation you get from winning something.

Yes - be they arguments, chess games, foot races, quidditch matches, or simple, stupid bets - Svetlana does not enjoy losing. Several infractions on her permanent record have been from stupid stunts she's pulled, or bets she'd made, because a classmate had bet that she wouldn't do it, or she'd be to afraid to do it. The best way to shut up a darer, after all, is prove them wrong. It's what Svetlana has placed almost her entire life upon - sizing up competition, or challenges, and then beating them to the best of her natural ability.

As a witch, Svetlana isn't a particularly trustworthy one. Her spellwork is a little shakey, at best - and her potions work could very well kill you. Her best classes do seem to be physical work that doesn't necissarily require a wand - such as herbology, or Caring for Magical Creatures. Even divination is easier for her. There have been a few...ahem...incidents in charms and transfigurations...several times she's been near suspetion from the potions class...and written work tends to bore her - and she can be quite dangerous when she's bored.

In her spare time, Svetlana tends to be a little to wild for her own good. She likes to be in the center of the group - often risking doing outlandish things to catch people attentions. One of which has been to proclaim herself a institution anarchist - but her days of activism have been hush somewhat since her third year, when she spent a month refusing to wear the girl's uniform, after taking the pantsuit from the boy's dorms and strutting around in it (she's stayed two months in detention because of it, which put a definate damper on the entertainment aspect of the stint). Still, anarchy tends to appeal to her challenge-loving side; so she sometimes pulls protests in the common room, or other public places.

Like her mother, Svetlana has inherited a gift for music - but unlike Cordelia, she is definately not a singer. Svetlana is a drummer - often seen tapping her feet and hands to a unknown rhythm in her own head. She enjoys the creation process of this - but her music tends to get lost in the general chaos she surrounds herself in. For example, she'd rather sneak out with a couple of friends for a drink, than practice.

Amazingly, Svetlana's group of selected friends have never really fluxated. Once she makes friends - she's a person who likes to keep them all close; often protecting the quiter ones from other people, like an incredibly broody mother, and combating her equally loud and exhuberant friends in friendly competition. She can be incredibly pig-headed, and hard to get along with - but those who are able to ride out her odd behavious and overall sharp-tongued bull-headedness have someone who will always be standing in their corner, ready to help them out in a crisis.

Well...so long as it's not before 8 - she will NOT get up for anyone early...and you don't want her to, either. Svetlana is not a morning person; and will consider crippling any 'annoyingly perky sunrise-lover' who dares try and drag her out of bed.

Sample RP:

By all accounts, it was a particularly beautiful morning. The sky along the horizon had just begun to turn a particularly pretty shade of hot pink - broken only by the blinding orange half-circle that was the sun in the sky. Pink tinted to clouds, turning them to great globs of floating cotton candy. Across the grounds, animals had been proded awake by their special internal alarm clocks. Rabbits poked their twitchy little noses out of their holes in the ground; flies rose into the air and began buzzing noisily, and all manner of songbirds shook dew from their feathers and started a clashing symphony of sounds and calls that only the disney corporation could turn into actual music.

And Svetlana wanted none of it.

"Shutupshutupshutup!" She grumbled groggily into her pillow. It had been particularly hot the night before, and she had left the window open for ventalation. Now, though, she regretted it - as her east-facing room was now flooded with dreaded sunlight, and the eerily perky chirrups and calls of nature's choir was quickly getting on her nerves.

One pillow didn't work, however, so she took a second to lift her lead-heavy head off the pillow an inch, grab a second, thicker one, and jam it down furiously on her head. It muffled everything - but the outside, waking world was still there.

Somewhere outside her window, a squirrel chattered animately. She swore it was laughing at her.

"Go'erhellskirrl" She slurred, tossing her pillow at the window - while it bounced harmlessly off the screen, and hit the floor - on the other side of the room The squirrel chattered louder; now it was definately laughing at her. If she wanted her other pillow back, she'd have to get up.

Damn...didn't think that through.

Grouping around for another pillow, she grabbed something else - a long, cold, wooden stick that warmed almost immediately in her hand. Wait, not a stick...her wand. Must of fallen asleep with it while studying charms in bed. Wouldn't that have been nasty if she'd rolled over on it...

That also explained why her blanket felt all lumpy - guess she couldn't use the excuse she'd lost her book again.

But holding her wand gave her an idea. She'd zap that stupid squirrel - make it's teeth grow past it's furry knees - Svetlana smiled wickedly. She'd like to see the little bugger laugh at her then.

Wait...better yet, she could close the window. Shut the squirrel up and his feathery friends, without being accused of animal cruelty. Probably be less messy, too.

Lazily, she aimed her wand and muttered her spell; flicking her wand out with a careless gesture. Unfortunately - the spell worked. It was unfortunate, for the window smashed once, twice, three times against it's wooden frame - until on the fourth hit, it shattered into hundreds upon thousands of glittery sharp sharps.

"Ooooooooooooow..." Svetlana moaned seconds later, lifting her head, and feeling tiny shard trickling down her back. Peering around the shattered spikes left in the frame, sat a black squirrel - his beady eyes intent on her, as he chattered his head off.

"Oh screw off."

Must be Sournois

[gemstar]

First Name:Abrielle
Middle Name: Bernadette Birgitta
Last Name: Chaffe
Age: 14 (Birthday May 14th)

Appearance: Abrielle had perfect posture, which helps her stand to her full 5 feet 4 inches. Her wieght is what a doctor would call "right on target", and her body would be described as "Curvy", but not exageratingly so. When let down, Abrielle's chocolate brown hair gently curles to 3 inches past her sholderblades and has natural copper highlights winding through each curl. Her hair is normaly worn up in a ponytail or with a svere side-part that coveres half of her face. This second hair style is extreamly misfortunate, because her big eye are a beautiful indigo color and are framed with long, naturally dark lashes. Framed by the large, circular, thin wire glasses that Abrielle wears when her contacts aren't in, her eyes are very startling. Right between her eyes is her nose, wich is ski-slope shaped, a bit large, and has a talent for blending into her face. Abrielle's lips are a pale crimson and are rather full. Her skin is a smooth tan without any freckles or achne.
*sorry i don't have a picture - I have a strong idea of what Abrielle looks like and couldn't find a picture to match. If ne one can help that'd be great*

History: Born on May 14th 14 years ago to Rachel and Fredric Chaffee (muggles) in France - and nothing dramatic happened. She had a normal childhood in a muggle neighborhood with friends living accross the street. The one thing that set her apart from the rest was her love of imaginging new magical worlds with creatures of her own creation and from mythology (alright, ocasionally the pictures she drew of them moved/made sounds). She learned to read at age 4, the year before her brother Jason (now 9) and sister Abbey (now 11) were addopted from the United States. She became bilingual to accomidate for them (speaks french and english).
She went to a nearby public school and did well in all subjects, except for spelling, because she loves to learn about everything. She made few friends, and lost contact with her neighbor hood ones because they had little in common. At the age of seven she was caught floating in her sleep, but her parents assumed they were hallucinating. Abrielle got a bike for her 9th birthday and loved riding it.
As she got older, she continued toing extreamly well in school, and especially love art classes and began starting projects on her own. She continued making new worlds, and ocasionally wrote stories about them. Abrielle gradually became a loner, but continually wished for more friends. Gladly, Abrielle accepted the fact that she was a witch easily. Due to a mistake, she ended up starting at Beauxbatons a year late, but quickly caught up and surpassed her classmates. She has started experimenting with using magic for art. Unfortunately, Her parents are under the impression she is going to an exclusive, but normal school.

Personality: Abrielle is a very quiet person. She is very shy, and has trouble making friends because of it. All of her life, she has loved learning and it has become her goal to learn everything that she possible can. It helps that she is very curious, intelligent and loves to read any kind of book. She's also an artistic, creative person who loves writing and creating different sorts of artwork (once again, she wants to learn how to make many different types). Abrielle appriciates the time she spends alone, is determined to reach her goals, and is an independent thinker.

Sample RP: Abrielle walked into the Beauxbaton's library. She politely greeted the librarian, "Good morning, Madame Xanthe. I'm here to return my books." *holds up a stack of books 15 high* "Oh, good you're here. I was worried when you didn't show up for 3 days. " Despite Madame Xanthe's protective guarding of her books, Abrielle's love of books and the fact tat she always took care of hers had won over Madame Xanthe. "You shouldn't have worried, Madame Xanthe! I just took a little longer than normal reading them. Between the transfiguration report, the new potion for Profesor Hans, and the collage of radom ods and ends I was finnishing with a spell, I needed to keep them a day longer than normal. The one on magical desert plants was especially helpful for potions. " "You always amaze me, Abrielle. Let me check in those books. I found you a book about modern witch artists, and a romance." *Abrielle blushes* *Madame Xanthe doesn't notice* "you know, sometimes i worry about you, Abrielle. You're always so wrapped up in your work, be it school or art. You need more friends!" "I know." Abrielle says reluctantly. " but it's hard with me being so shy. I'll go look for the books i need for today and be back in a minute" Madame Xanthe sighs and watches Abrielle go hunt for more books to read.

Appearance and personality need to be longer. Also, personality needs to be in complete sentences please.

hope i fixed it!!

Must be Rouerie