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[coledelorme]

COLE DELORME

FIRST NAME: Cole
LAST NAME: Delorme
AGE: Seventeen

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APPEARANCE

Cole stands an average 5’9”. He’s body type as he considers it is extremely average. He’s not skinny, and certainly not fat. He comes of as having a lean build, but underneath his clothing he has some Ok muscle development. This muscle has only developed over the last few years, and before then he was very scrawny and gawky.

Cole’s wardrobe is very simple, and typically the same. He has a very casual look about him, and even though he is into some pretty darkish-punk music it does not show. You will usually see him in jeans and a printed Tee shirt. But if it is cold out he will wear a long sleeved shirt under his tee and a hoodie over that. Most of the time though he wears the school uniform like every one else, but rarely every is seen in the summer get up.

Though he would never say it, Cole has been described as having classical, deviously handsome good looks with his straight nose chiseled ,pointed chin and baby blues. His eyebrows are minimally hairy, and a few shades darker than his hair color. Most days he will be spouting minimal stubble, as most days he just forgets to shave. Before he came to Beauxbatons he had, how you could put, disastrous teeth. They were crooked at the front, and always seemed just that little bit yellow, no matter how much he brushed them. But that came too an end in his second year when he conned his parents via owl to let him have the schools nurse too magical straighten and whiten them. Now his has an (almost) Perfect smile.

Cole in all honesty changes his hairstyle more than a girl, and most times when he comes back from the holidays it is hard for his friends and teachers to recognize him straight away. This year he is spouting his natural look, let his dark hair grow out into a wavy mess.

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HISTORY

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PERSONALITY

Well to start off, people usually say three things about Cole… he’s outspoken, argumentative, and somewhat cynical. In all honesty, he agrees with those people one hundred percent. He knows he always say what is on his mind and though he knows he should, he doesn’t really pay much attention to how what he says might affect someone else. He doesn’t really believe in sugarcoating things just to soothe someone's ego or whatever. He would rather tell them like it is, at least as far as he is concerned, and if they can't handle that it’s their problem. Besides, all of his friends know not to ask him for his honest opinion on something unless they really want it. He is blunt and will be the first to admit that he’s a bit tactless as well but to be honest, it’s who he is and he really don't see that changing anytime soon.



He loves arguing with people... though that really isn't the right word. More that he likes to debate and banter back and forth with someone. He is an opinionated person and he likes being able to have an intelligent conversation with someone based on his or her ideals. He is not one of those people that disagrees simply to disagree and to be honest those people just bug the crap out of him. Its like have a valid point or shut up. As far as he is concerned, there is nothing hotter than a girl that can argue her point well and not just give up or give in because they are frustrated. Honestly, if a girl is good enough at debating and having an intelligent conversation and actually manages to convince him that he is wrong about something then he would probably have to fight the urge to kiss them right then and there.



Though he is not all emo and likes cutting himself or anything, he is definitely not one of those glass-half-full-the-world-is-full-of-fluffy-bunnies people. He is cynical and sarcastic and he tends to see the worst in someone before he sees some good. He’s a bit of an egoist really, and no it does not mean he has an ego. He just believes that no matter what people do they are doing it to make themselves feel better or look good and not necessarily help others. It’s basically the opposite of being an altruist. For example, let's say this dude gives a homeless guy money, well he is going it to feel better about who they are and not so much because they really care about whether the dude eats or not. He does know that he can be a bit negative at times though so he tries to keep his cynicism to a minimum around his friends but hey its just who he is.



Sarcasm is his best friend... Ok well obviously not literally but sarcasm is a staple in his life and he really doesn’t think people use it enough. He use it all the time and its almost guaranteed that his friends will use it at least once in awhile. He has noticed though that a lot of people who try to be sarcastic really can't pull it off as well as they think they can though. Anyways... its not that odd for him to be a sarcastic, but loveable, a-hole and if he feels you are deserving then a sarcastic comment will be said. It doesn't even really matter if he likes you, hate you, or even know you. If you give him fodder he will most likely use it.



So he is one of those crazy people that have honestly enjoyed being in school and learning and what not. Even when he was in grade school, he enjoyed getting up early and going to school with his brother & sister. He is an intelligent young man and he doesn’t even mind that he sometimes has to work at his schoolwork. He has always been a huge fan of philosophy and psychology since there is just nothing cooler than looking at how people think and how their brain works.



He has never really been a fan of violence at all he just doesn't get the point in bludgeoning each other over some stupid little problem and it doesn't even solve anything anyways. Even after you are done knocking each other senseless the problem is still there. Though don't take this as him saying he’s one of those make-love-not-war crazies. He understands that sometimes violence is unavoidable but when it comes to his life he would much rather have a war of words. It just makes him think of the caveman days and he would like to think that we have evolved past that by now.



He has been told that he tends to let his intuition sort of guide him instead of his brain but whatever. It is kind of true since he tend to be a bit spontaneous with his decisions and doesn't really think everything through but he has never really looked at that as by following his intuition. He just sort of does what feels right at that moment. Though occasionally this means that he end up doing something that he will have some regrets about later, but he’s willing to live with that possibility. Besides, even if it is something that he wished he hadn't done, he doesn't like to mope about it or anything. It's done and he move on with his life.

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SAMPLE RP

Brandon strolled out across the covered bridge and onto the lawns, the sun shinning brightly in his wake. It was a warm day for Autumn and too his luck he had a double free period in the last two of the day and had decided that it would be great to study out on the lawns.



So the Average looking Hufflepuff walked of in the direction of one of his favorite sections of the school; a small cluster of trees that provided him with adequate shade during the day time. As he reached a tall spruce, he dropped his overly heavy book bag down and dropped himself on the dry dirt that surrounded the tree. Resting his head for a second against the thick trunk before he began to study.



He pulled out of his bag a copy of Advanced Transfiguration and a three foot length of parchment along with a self filling quill. He opened the book up to chapter four: Animagi, What is it and how does it effect wizard society. Carefully, he began to scribe the first few notes of his easy. Truely, he should of been doing this in a more adequate place, this easy counting for a good portion of his final mark, and also the fact that he was incredibly intrigued by the magic of Animagi.



Time passed on as he scribed down about a foot of notes before he started to get drowsy from the sunlight pouring in his eyes and the subtle sounds of the waves of the lake. It was all very relaxing and he lent his head against the trunk of the spruce, hoping to be able to solve the problem in front of him. He closed his eyes for all but a second....



He awoke to the sound of a bird chirping in a near by tree. Blinking several times to adjust to his surroundings, he saw that he must have slept right through his double, and past curfew as well. The sun was almost set and it was time to be in the common rooms. "Brilliant" he spat out as he rose and began to pack away all of his supplies. When he was finished and had all of his possessions packed up, he began to move of in the direction of the castle. He stopped himself, though, when he saw a girl who he knew all to well lying under a tree very close to his. "Well I don't believe it" he began walking over to Kira, a bright smile that only people like her could bring to him showing. "Kira Valdez, skipping curfew? Well this a sight indeed. How have you been?" he said in his thick welsh accent.

The beginning post of this thread says that the RP sample must be using your character for this board, and must not be from another RP Site.

[glamophonicx]

First Name:

Rillnee Ana

Last Name:

Pllyn

Age:

Sixteen

Apperance:

Rillnee has a healthy look to her, standing at 5'1" she weight about eight stones, one hundred and twelve pounds, which is a good thing. She has long, thick blonde hair which is both curly and straight, depending on how it feels. She has blue eyes that can sometimes pass for green, but only in certain lightings. Rillnee's doesn't particulalirly like her nose, but also can't picture herself with a nose different from her medium sized triangle one. Her blue eyes are a very distinguished part of her appearance for she's very expressionate with them. Rillnee is often self-concious because she's very confident with her looks, knowing that only her own opinion matters about looks.

Rillnee's style varies from day to day, depending on how she feels, although most of the time she just tosses on whatever her hands touch. Of course, she prefers to wear jean shorts, no matter what time of year it is. This is because she finds them comfortable and easier to do most things in, especially if they're worn in. Shirt wise, Rillnee enjoys wearing the odd baggy teeshirt to bed as a dress, but during the day she can normally be found wearing either a graphic teeshirt or a loose tunic. As for when she dances, or does any physical activity for that matter, Rillnee usually wears leggings and an old yellow sweatshirt with the faded words 'Pllyn Dance Studio' written in black across the front. It is much to large for Rillnee due to the fact that she's quite thin, although despite the fact that she dances, she's not ballerina thin.

pb: kristen bell

History:

Rillnee is British through and through. Born in Belfast, Norther Ireland (which is British) on January Third to Mr. Gregory Pllyn (wizard) and Mrs. Dorcas Morrow-Pllyn (muggle). Rilnee was a happy baby, and a beautiful one at that. And by the age of four she was already showing signs of magic, much to the pleasure of her parents.

Rillnee's Father worked at the Ministry of Magic and her Mother owned a small dance studio just down the road from their home, and it was at this studio where she learned how to dance. Rillnee was good at dance, contemporary in particular. But Rillnee had other interests such as reading and sports, these were the only competition to her passion of dance. But as they years went by Rilnee lost interest in dance and sports became her main focus in life. Although she did play Quidditch she prefered Lacrosse and Rugby, both very physical sports.

In her childhood, Rillnee attended a muggle Primary School, learning how to read and write. At school Rilnee wasn't the most intelligent but she was able to keep up with her studies and schoolwork which payed off with good marks. At the end of Rillnee's Year Five her Father received a large promotion in his job which required the family to move to Lille, France. Rillnee didn't continue muggle school there due to the fact that in only one year Rillnee would be off to Hogwarts.

But, on Rillnee's eleventh birthday she didn't receive the acceptance letter from Hogwarts as expect but the acceptance letter from Beauxbatons, which surprised her family greatly.

On the day Rillnee was suppose to leave for Beauxbatons her Mother died. She had been hit by a car while on her way to Star bucks. The whole family was sad about the death of Dorcas Morrow-Pllyn, in fact, Rillnee was so sad that she didn't go to Beauxbatons until four years later.

Rillnee was at Beauxbatons for no less than two months when news of what he Father had been doing behind her back reached her ears: he'd been dating a woman for years and ten months ago, enprengenated her and now was engaged to her. Of course Rillnee was hurt about this and rushed home only to find out that she was no longer welcome in her Father's life: he had a new family. So to fill in the emptiness attacking her: she once again took up dance.

Personality:

I guess I should start this Personality section off with Rillnee's very motherly nature. She is like this because since she was eleven she was the woman of the family, just like when a father dies, his eldest son become the man of the family. Rillnee is a very caring and sympathetic person, always taking into account other people's feelings and doing her best to avoid situations in which someone is going to be emotionally hurt. But she is almost always there for her friends whenever they're sad, or their emotional state is a wreak. Rillnee is also a very considerate person, normally putting other people's needs ahead of her own, especially when it applies to her friends. Not only that but Rillnee's a very forgiving person, willing to forgive and forget. This is mainly because she doesn't like conflict and nor does she work well when it comes to conflicts.

Now moving on to a part of Rillnee's personality which normally makes people think of her as a studious person, which isn't true. First off, Rillnee is a very organized person because she likes the security of knowing where something is, just in case she'd in need of it. Not only that but Rillnee is a strong believer in rules and not one to act out normally. This is because living the most recent part of her life with only one parent taught her that following the rules was much better for both her and her father. Along with following rules, Rillnee is the kind of person who takes pride in fixing thing, perfecting them, making it look it's best. But this can be a bad thing because it's common for Rillnee to look over the big idea of somehting, tweaking the finer points instead.This paired with her indecision can be a terrible thing.

Rillnee's also a very confident person, always sure of herself and not afraid to speak her mind, unless it'd hurt someone's feelings unnecessarily. Of course her strong confidence sometimes makes her seem like she has an 'ego' and because of this some people would call her arrogant, of course Rillnee doesn't like the fact that she comes of arrogant, but she can't change the way she is. She's also a very independent person, work wise. When it comes to working on something she doesn't like to take into account other people's opinion. So, she doesn't work well when forced into a group, especially since she normally works alone and doesn't take change well, which also explains how she feels about her father getting remarried, even though he never told her.

Mostly around her friends Rillnee is very laid back and immature, which sometimes makes people believe she's a very hyper person, which she actually isn't. Normally she's a very calm person, but around her friends she loosens up and has a good time. Rillnee's friends make her cheerful, which is a good thing, especially with her situation at home troubling her thoughts most of the time and making her angry. Rillnee also respects all of her friends, even if they're not her best of friends, and with her respect comes total and complete honesty. She also can't keep a straight face when lying and her friends know that, which makes keeping secrets hard for her, although she's not necessarily an untrustworthy person.

Rillnee's motivation normally comes from her friends and making them happy, but when her friends aren't there, she's unmotivated which makes her someone who is normally lazy, and a procrastinator, leaving things until the last moment. Which really annoys Rillnee, but with most procrastinators she tells herself she'll break the habit tomorrow.

Sample:

Rillnee's head rested firmly in her hands which were propped up at the elbows, her elbows resting on her knees. Her blue eyes were slightly closed and her lips pressed in a thin line. You could say that the sixteen year old girl was the perfect image of someone whom was board, and she was. The train ride back to her house felt endless to her, and she didn't feel like opening one of her bags of luggage to sift through, looking for something to do. This was mostly because her Father hadn't picked her up like the station like she told him in her last letter home, and she had to now take public transit to her house.

Allowing a long, deep sigh pass her lips, Rillnee sat up straight and felt eyes on her. Stretching upwards, Rillnee heard her back crack and a small smile played upon her lips, she hadn't even noticed the stiffness in her back but now that it was gone she felt much more... comfortable. Even though she'd been on the train for a good hour or so. Looking over her shoulder, Rillnee noticed a man who appeared to be in sixties was giving her a quizzical look, evidently because of the luggage with her. Returning the look to the old man, set turned back around and her gaze rested straight ahead of her.

Soon enough the train stopped at the station Rillnee knew was ten or so minutes away from her house. Standing up, Rillnee pulled her duffel bag over her shoulder and pulled up the handles of her two suitcases and hooked her hands around the handles, one suitcase per hand. Rolling the bags behind her, Rillnee exited the train just as the doors of the train slid shut behind her. She took a quick glance at them before continuing on forward, the sound of her foot steps echoing off the wall, along with the noises coming from everyone else in the station.

Rillnee soon exited the building and exited to the street and suddenly she remembered how much she missed this place. A small smile former on her lips as she walked down the street, on the sidewalk of course, taking in every part of Lille. Or at least her area. But it was when she turned off of the main street and into her neighbourhood that her excitement began to show through, her rosy cheeks nearly glowing. She soon reached her house and knocked on the door loudly before entering. "Hello?" she called out, a smile in her voice.

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 Flora gave her for Christmas. her eyes are often described as cat-like but slightly on the bigger side and change color's depending on her mood. 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 (which also changes color, at the same time as her eyes do.)

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 (like a lawyer which he was, the 2nd generation of her father's family gave up magic when they wanted to move to the muggle world but continued to be apart of their fairy heritage). 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 is French born to a fairy mother and father who practice magic while her father is english born to an African-American father and caucasian mother both who are also fairies but gave up magic long ago . Although you would expect them to be a very tiny family, they are normal-sized and are living in the wizarding world in France. Her father is a very successful lawyer and moved to the muggle world after getting divorced from her mother. Her mother now has a job at the Ministry of magic and also takes care of her three younger siblings as well as take care of Arlen herself.

Personality: Arlen is very into books and studying, but she really spends her time day-dreaming and browsing the wizard shops close to where 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 really is right is wrong and giving into to people's demands. She often helps people out and listens to what everyone has to say. She is level-headed but sometimes make unwise decisions but learns from them too. Her favorite flower is a yellow rose and her favorite food is anything healthy, She's also a vegan and tries to encourage other people not to eat things with faces (but she often gets on people's nerves when she keeps asking). I should add She is very picky on who she befriends, key elements are trust, honesty and loyalty, she never doubts a person's intentions but does sometimes let her expectations slip if she really likes a person and thinks their good company .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?". Arlen 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. Arlen 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.

Arlen could tell her mother was going to cry again so just so she wouldn't 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 announced if she brought her stuffed animal (Mr.Swizzles) to every person outside of their house, Arlen 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. Arlen 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 re-did my RP sample I hop it a lot better than before, I also spell checked everything

Must be Rouerie

[marek]

First Name:

Last Name:

Age:

Appearance:

History:

Marek Kristof Baine, originally Marek Kristof Lambros, was born to a demon father and a human mother. He grew up in France because his parents moved there in hope of giving their child a quieter life than he would have had in Greece. Their magic is strong and Marek inherited all of his father’s powers since the human blood barely tainted his genes though his mom is in fact mortal. His father being demon meant he was also one and there was never a doubt about that ever since his birth. They chose to keep it under wraps and let the young boy live with the thought that he was a simple wizard when he started to come into his ability to project things.

His father didn’t teach him dark magic because he didn’t want his son being consumed with a lust for power like all demons were doomed too and he didn’t want him to feel the fear as he did back in Greece nor be used for someone else’s gain. So that was the first few years of Marek’s life. Filled with lies until he started to realize that he had a bit more freedom then other wizards did as such a young age. He could think of something and it would appear before him easily or he would be directed to it and it lacked all training and lacked spells which meant it was greater then regular wizard powers. Then the dreams started when Marek would be two places only to realize that he wasn’t dreaming, then the mind control that he accidentally acted on his peers without really meaning to.

He was a smart enough boy to realize he wasn’t a normal wizard and so whenever he realized he had gotten a new talent he told his parents. At thirteen they could no longer ignore his demon powers and hoped that they returned to being dormant since Marek began to complain that he felt as if a lot of his actions were being done by another. His father knew that it would be worse if he let them continue and allowed the demon that he tried to keep at bay to surface. So he taught him of his bloodline and of what he was and what it all meant. It was decided that he should go to school for better interaction with humans in order for him to realize what it was to be human so he wouldn’t get consumed by his demon. But there was always the underlying fear that without someone around to push control Marek would lose it with being so young. So they kept him home school until he had grown enough of a human consciousness that he wouldn’t do anything ‘bad’.

And so at sixteen he was finally attending Beauxbatons.

Personality:

Easily judge as someone who is reclusive Marek is anything but. It is true that the young man has a very quiet personality but that doesn’t in anyway make him antisocial. He loves people, he thinks they’re fun and he likes to interact. It wouldn’t be easy to assume that on a first meeting since at a glance he might be perceived as rather domineering and pompous. His quiet personality means he is more of the type that waits to be invited rather then barging into someone’s plans without previous notice. So he isn’t always the first to speak up in the crowd but that doesn’t mean that he is afraid to.

Though a lot of the time when Marek does take the initiative in making his presence known the outcome tends to go differently then he intended. He’s been told his honesty is something that people can do without. A lot of times his behavior and words are taken the wrong way because of the way that he speaks. His words can be as deadly as acid even without the poor demon boy meaning for them too. It might be one of the reasons that he tends to lose friends so quickly and another reason he has such a quiet persona. People don’t generally like to hear what he has to say so he opts to not say anything at all.

If one could get pass, or dismiss, his highly venomous tongue and took the time to get to know Marek for who he is then you can notice the nice sweet side to the demon. He’s a very passionate person and never says anything unless he means it. Marek isn’t the type that wastes emotions so when he protrudes them forward they are done with the utmost sincerity and natural intensity. It’s one of the sides to him that tends to attract and lure others to him and give the feeling of being wanted. He pours all of himself into his feelings for always the maximum effect and it is done all very naturally.

On the same note when the young demon gets mad, his looks alone gets lethal making his words almost unnecessary. But that wouldn’t stop him from speaking. He doesn’t take kindly to being crossed, betrayed or looking like a fool. His intense nature makes him one who instantly seeks vengeance in the most painful way as possible to someone who’ve hurt him and he is never a person that feel regret over his actions. If he would have regretted it then he never would have done it to begin with.

Marek is easy to please if you are not someone who is a complete bore. He can be a little picky about who he chooses to befriend as he likes to be around people who are opposite of his quiet personality for laughs and he likes to go out and be in the busy crowd and have enough fun that he wakes up with a migraine though he could do without the memory lost. He doesn’t mind being alone most of the time because he’s a bit of a bookworm and gets lost in whatever he’s concentrating on pretty easily.

Sample RP:

Would there ever be a starless night on the grounds of Beauxbatons? Marek was beginning to assume not and it was the greatest shame. Impossible it was to bask in the glory of the night and its silent darkness when the bright stars from above continued to be voyeurs to his freedom. Tonight he felt moody, or perhaps it was… sensitive?, and he couldn’t exactly define a cause. He was strange in the way that he would prefer to be completely drowned in darkness rather than he be aware of the spots where the stars continued peering down on him as if they were waiting for the boy to do something interesting. He felt like doing nothing interesting or rather he didn’t really know what to do. So standing fully vulnerable in the midst of a very unpredictable audience was beginning to bother him. He felt uneasy and as if he stood prey waiting for something or someone to come along and make use of him. It wasn’t paranoia; it was just awareness, consciousness and all the other beautiful words that were just a more graceful way of saying paranoid.

There was the always constant fear that his judgment couldn’t be trusted for what would happen when they were suddenly no longer his judgment. That was never something he was consciously aware of because it was a change that occurred suddenly without warning. It wasn’t as if he saw it coming either. They boy wasn’t schizophrenic, he didn’t hear voices or another presence trying to take over, it was all purely him. Just him, and a twitch. One minute he would be thinking of something then the next he’s done something that he hadn’t meant to. The demon blood acted on its own, on his desires so he was taught to stop trying to keep those hidden. Well that wasn’t a promise that he could hold very well because in times like this where he was irritated and his desires were calling on him to pluck the stars from the sky, his judgment and his rationality was screaming something else. So he would just wait it out, hide behind a shade maybe in hopes that the stars would turn away instead of waiting for him to twitch.

Must be Sournois

[marek]

Sorry... computer spazzed and posted it twice.

[micha]

First Name:
Michelle-Arizonia

Last Name:
Drapper

Age:
16

Appearance:


History:
Michelle Arizona Drapper was born December 18. Growing up, until the age of four, she was the only daughter but her parents popped out another one. Cassidy Gwen, or Buggar as Micha would always call her. With the four of them the family was happy and life seemed normal for the Drapper family.

When Micha was starting school her mother enrolled her in dance. She would soon find out that it was her passion in life and that she loved it but it wouldn't be her life style like ehr family would hope it to be. Basically her life was like this every day. She would wake up, go to school, dance, and go home. There was the rare times of hanging out with friends but with everything else it never happened. By the time she was 11, she got her letter to go to the magic school her family has been going to for years. She thought at first that she would never get it but indeed she did when she got the letter she was so happy.

Her parents on the other hand were thrilled but not as thrilled as she was. Yes they wanted their daughter to go but than again they didn't want her too. It was one of those cant-let-go of your baby girl moments that some get. But soon enough they let their girl go and now here she is at Beauxabtons Academy trying to learn magic and what not.

Personality:
Micha can come off as a b*tch right away when you first meet her. She was always the type to stand up for what she believes in even if she has to come off rude. People think she's crazy because she doesn't believe in love. She doesn't even say the word. It's not because she is some depressed teen its just she sees the world as it is. Some people take it as a game and the girl has always been scared of having a broken heart.

Once the girl gets up in front of people talking she doesn't stop and she was once told she was a good person of getting the crowd into something. Though she does have her flaws. She judges books by the cover. Than again who doesn't. At some point people do it. She's the type that makes her family and friends come first. Micha-Ari takes pride, maybe too much, in the things she does.

With her being the oldest, she believes she has first child syndrome and there for thinks she has to have things go her way. Or close enough to it. When she doesn't see something going her way she will get a bit of a temper but nothing much. It sorta makes peopel laugh because her face puffs up and she looks funny. Micha-Ari will come up and admit it. She is a bum. If she could get away with it she would stay home all day and veg out on the couch.

Sample RP:
The blond sat up in bed and looked around the bland room. She yawned and stretched her arms out towards the sky. Messing up her long blond curls she tossed the sheets off of her and slid out of bed. Her pale feet touched the cold ground and it made her almost want to jump back into bed and curl up with her blanket again. But instead she walked over to her closet to get her cloths. Micha grabbed an over large t-shirt and some jeans. Today she didn't have classes so she felt like she didn;t have to get all galmed up but even than she doesn't worry about how she looks. Its just not her.

Her plans for today pretty much seemed blank besides the fact that she had dance practice still. Her parents still found time for her to dance even when she was at school away from her home. It was tiredsome and she wanted out but she sucked it up and kept on with the dance class just to make her family shut up and be happy. As the cloths were on her chubby body she pulled her converse on getting ready to wlak out the door. She so far had the idea of hanging outside for the day. It was one place she loved. The out doors. The thing about fresh air made her smile. Not to mention breath. Jumping off her bed all dressed and ready she put her hair up in a messing pony tail. Micha didn't even care if her hair was still in its natural curls and that she didn't straighten it this morning.

Walking outside she breathed in and twirled around. It was nice out here. Micha-Ari liked the warm weather better than cold. Actually she liked fair weather where you can go outside and not die of the cold or heat over any of it. Walking over to the grass she sat down and pulled her knees up to her chest. Sighing she laid her head on her knees. She could almost fall asleep again but than she would be too tired for the rest of the day so she fell back laying down and stared up at the clouds passing by. The blond remembered doing this with her little sister the last time she was home. Sometimes she misses her crazed family.

Must be Cossu

[cherrylemonade]

First Name: Aislyn
Last Name: Storms
Age: 17
Appearance:


Aislyn has semi-dark brown hair, wide green eyes, and full lips. She's thin and has a pale-to-the-point-of-looking-ill countenance about her. She's not particularly tall or graceful, but isn't a clumsy dwarf.

History: Aislyn has always known she'd be a student at Beauxbatons. It wasn't just expected over her; it was a demand. With her vast magical background, it's no question why. Her father comes from a long line of Purebloods, and her mother is half-elf. The resulting mix is an affinity for magic and the requirement to succeed in it. She's the eldest of three children, adding to her expectations. Born in Austria, Aislyn first showed signs of magic when she was nine. Her parents had decided to move to France, and she didn't want to go, so she hid under her bed and was invisible for two days. Four years later, the family discovered that she could turn into a black raven at will, and the Ministry registered her as an official Animagus. She used the gift to her advantage to find places to hide when she was over-worked. This was but a prequel to how much of a handful she would be, and even today, she tends to fight tooth and nail for whatever she wants. Upon coming to Beauxbatons, Aislyn excelled in magic and enjoyed making things happen at will.

Personality: A result of being the oldest child in her family, Aislyn has not acquired a bossy tone, but more of a humble submission. She's willing to give up whatever others need and is a huge people-pleaser. She is willing to step on her own toes to raise others up. She's a push-over, except when it comes to something she has strong opinions about. The only thing she defends more than her family is her opinions, and she is a force to be reckoned with when someone offends her. Other than that, she's quiet and often can be found on the back steps of Beauxbatons, discussing philosophy and the finer things in life with other students. The place where she really shines is there and not the classroom, where she often fumbles over words. She'd much rather write essays than speak.

Sample RP:

Aislyn moved about the house silently, taking in the chill air; it was still early morning. Her insides had felt like hot chocolate when she was still in bed - now they were lemon icicles. She wove this way and that, picking up the things she'd need for Beauxbatons. Trying to make her steps light and her movements quick, she heaved them all into her open trunk, not even thinking about strategic ways to organize her belongings. She had no time for that, and it would probably make even more noise. Besides, her thoughts were otherwise employed: they moved from classes she'd take to people she'd see and back to the ride to school.

She heard her younger brother roll over in bed in the room above her and she re-directed her focus to being stealthy. She didn't want to wake her family before they needed to be - it would ensure a thorough chewing-out from her fourteen-year-old sister if she did. Though Aislyn was stronger and taller than her, she secretly feared her sister's sharp tongue and legendary glare. Even her mother had succumbed to it on occasion. Her mind wandering once more, she continued her work.

Aislyn's easily distracted mind would once more come back to haunt her, though. All too soon, she was being careless and dropped one of her school books on the ground, right above JeTaime's room. She heard movement below her, a door slam, and stomping footsteps ascending the stairs. Cringing, Aislyn quickly flung the book into the trunk and, shifting into a raven, dodged under the bed just in time for her sister to bang her door open.

"Lynni, I know you're in here," JeTaime said, using her pet-name. (She did this when she wanted to coax anyone into a false sense of security, and Aislyn knew it). "And trust me, I will find you."

Must be Rouerie

[ecosse]

haha, it's been a while since I've done this

First Name: Anne-Marie (middle: Katherine)
Last Name: O'Shea
Age: 15
Appearance:
History: Anne-Marie Katherine O'Shea was born and raised in Glasgow (Scotland), U.K, since March 6th, 1995. She is the youngest of the O'Shea siblings: Rory (25 years), James (23), and Elizabeth (19), whom all have attended Hogwarts and have attended prostigious universities and are undertaking fruitful careers (Rory being a professor here, Elizabeth: an accountant at Gringotts, and James: working with dragons), leaving baby Anne-Marie to find her own (impressive) path and name to build.

Most people who are the youngest in a family are generally the ones who are looked after the most. Not Anne-Marie. Although Adam and Clair O'Shea love each of their children to bits, they've realized that they have gotten too old to devote themselves to Anne-Marie, especially with the older ones attending Hogwarts and universities. Also, A.M tends to be the independant one, always observing the grown ups and learning off of them to do things on her own (her favorite line that she uses around the house, "I got it!" ). This was first seen as naive in her part, but she's actually quite wise for her age. Clair had taught A.M. how to read at the young age of 2; by the time she had turned 4, she had mastered reading on her own fluently.

The O'Sheas are an old and long line of pure-blooded Scots; they take tradition and pride quite seriously. Anne-Marie appreciated it all, but realized that there was more to see than Scotland and found other types of people more interesting than her family and relatives (and the "friends" she had made during boring dinner parties) - in fact, Anne-Marie had made her first child-hood friend who was a muggle. Unfortunately, the friendship didn't last that long when her parents had found out. After that, Anne-Marie had been looking forward to going to Hogwarts where she could make her own friends, regardless of blood lines and where they came from.

Along with reading, Anne-Marie had a penchant for learning about the world outside of the one her family made. She taught herself French and Spanish when her parents, especially Adam, passed down Gaelic. Whenever the family was dragged to watch Elizabeth at her highland dance competitions, Anne-Marie wanted to listen to something other than bagpipes and wanted to learn ballet or the flamengo. Don't get me wrong; Anne-Marie loves being Scottish, but she knows and sees the world as her big play ground.

So here's how it all began....a few years after some magic came out of Anne (she was six: she woke up one night because of a mouse stuck on a trap. She was too afraid that trap will snap her fingers and that the mouse would bite. Without thinking, she talked to the mouse and the trap was released with her mind), Rory was graduating at his university and was offered a teaching job abroad; at the same time, James wanted to work with dragons in Norway. Anne-Marie was getting ready to go to Hogwarts for the first time and learned that there were other wizarding schools around the world. Although Anne couldn't attend school abroad until at a certain level and year, she was determined to, and studied very hard while trying to find ways to get permission to study as a foreign exhanged student (she's quite lucky to have parents who work within the Ministry).

Personality:
Because of her quiet childhood, Anne is quite independant and doesn't mind being by herself - besides reading and learning, Anne spent most of her childhood playing with her toys and pretend to put on shows for them. She has also grown quite observant of others, being aware of others' emotions and motives. Anne has quite the quiet strength and determination to get what she wants. Although sensible and wise for her age, Anne knows that she lacks experience and this often brings her down. Being born under Pisces, she has a thing for helping others who can't fend for themselves (although, I personally believe that this is more situational than predicted. A good example is the mouse story I told you). She often has trouble letting go of the past, especially friendships, even if they have little meaning to her now. She has quite an imagination which served her well during her solitary childhood.

Anne's rising sign is Leo: she still longs for the recognition that her siblings had earned; the wordly successes. Sometimes this and other things frustrate her easily when things don't go her way, making her quite argumentative. Anne likes to take pleasures in leisurly habits like the fine arts, flowery languages, books, games and baking. She doesn't mind having responsibility thrust upon her for it makes her feel important - this is often seen as egotistical. Sometimes she throws herself into projects without thinking. The goof thing to this is that she is determined and gets things done even when they're difficult.

Before moving to France with Rory, Anne was sorted into Gryffindor for her frankness and leadership qualities.

Sample RP: (I will put this sample post in a diary thread)
Holy Gobblins!

I can't believe it. I can't believe that I'm actually getting the hell out of Hogwarts! I'm freaking out inside and I just want to shout to the owls and do a thousand laps around the Quidditch pitch just to get rid of this wonderful feeling and to tire myself out because I know that I can't sleep when there is something to look forward to. But I'm also sad. . . when I first heard that Rory was going to teach Herbology in France, I was so pumped to join him -I even made plans to smuggle myself aboard. Of course, it didn't happen right away. I had to work for it. I had to re-learn French and work myself up to be the top of my class - I missed out on the Yule Ball to study a month ahead of exams. Sometimes I thought that the Sorting Hat had mistakened me for Ravenclaw. I missed out on a lot of things in Hogwarts because all I wanted to do was study in a world beside the one I was born in.

I am selfish and I know it. Maybe not always, but I can be when I want something so badly. I wish that I had done more things and made stronger friendships at Hogwarts. I could have said yes to that boy who kept asking me to do his homework. I could have went to more parties and gone to more Quidditch games to support my friends. They all hate me now for not spending enough time with them. Raleigh and Colin knew that I wanted to travel everywhere - to see the world. I got what I wanted, didn't I?

I miss them. . . .

I know it will only be a year in France, but now I wish that they could join me on this adventure. They've been loyal to me since our first year - sticking around the library another hour to help me pass entrance exams and supporting me to being in a year ahead of them. I wish that I could take all back. I've realized now that even though Rory's letting me tag along, I'm probably not going to get the support I've gotten from Raleigh and Colin. Be brave Anne. You've worked hard for this. The future isn't clear, but if I could pass OWL's, I can get through this year without them. Maybe it will be great. I heard it's beautiful in Beauxbatons: white marble walls and floors, delicate and orante furniture, golden and detailed picture frames of wizards and witches in fine clothing. . . I heard that the food is plentiful, but not heavy like it is in Hogwarts (I wonder if it's true that they make cheese sculptures for lunch...ahaha). The uniform must be lovely too.

I heard that the sorting ceremony is different and the houses are more stereotyped. I don't like the idea of being sorted by wearing an old cloak, but I shouldn't pre-judge. I actually don't think it's that bad. There's only three houses: Rouerie - much like Ravenclaw, Cossu - for the artsy-fartsy folks, and Sournois - like Slytherin. I guess it's a good thing that way because at Hogwarts, it seems like the rest of the students who don't display anything extraordinary gets sent to Hufflepuff. Even to this day, I never understood what was so great about that house (except maybe for the guys ¢¾ ). Gah, I sound like an awful Slytherin. Even when I try to be agreeable and diplomatic to my Slytherin classmates, they turn their noses at me and I can't help but feel discouraged and angry (even towards that Scorpius Malfoy....gosh, he's a cutie - it's funny how Raleigh and Colin don't say anything even though they know that I have a huge crush on him).

Oh...that's my train.

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I understand that BB always sort new students into the first year. I don't mind at all, even though Anne is coming here as a "transferred" student - I plan on keeping her for about two terms.

Must be Cossu

[caterina55]

First Name:Caterina
Last Name:Twist
Age:14
Appearance:Caterina has Naturally pitch black curly hair that she chooses to straighten, it is cut in a bob. The tips are blue to match her ocean blue eyes. She is around 5 feet 8 inches.Her body is lean weighing 111 lbs despite the fact that she eats like a trucker but she has a fair amount of curves. Her skin is flawless and pale and her body is dainty and beautiful. She has delicate long fingers and may appear perfect to the naked eye if it were not for her awkwardly round nose and less than flattering feet.

History:Caterina's mother, also named Caterina got pregnant with her daughter at 16 by her gay ex-boyfriend John Twist. Seeing as both their parents had an obscene amount of money they were able to continue their education. Caterina becoming a Harvard La School graduate and John becoming a Yale Medical School graduate. She is now a Prosecutor and he a diagnostician. Since Caterina's birth they have all lived in a 4-bedroom house in a small town in Connecticut(less than 1,000 people). baby Caterina often called Caty was an excellent student growing up never receiving anything lower than an A in any class. She was planning to go to Yale and get a degree in Liberal Arts because she wanted to be a Writer since she was 6 years old, but when she got a letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic she decided to attend. She is still doubtful about leaving her town, her home, her parents and her best friend Mina. She is half-veela from her mothers side.She has a gray cat named Freddie after Freddie Mercury.

]Personality: From birth Caty has been extremely artistic doing everything from dancing to acting to singing to figure skating. She also learned to play the piano and the drums. Her overactive imagination and her hyperactive behavior led her to enroll in all of these activities. She is also attempting to write a novel. She has a high self-esteem and tremendous self confidence which may sometimes lead people to believe she is arrogant. She spends a vast majority of her time reading and/or listening to music(usually rock). She is borderline OCD and her neatness may drive some people away from her. Her room has often been described as "generic" and she suffers from anal-retentiveness. She is also a slight hypochondriac and has an extremely long list of phobias including claustrophobia. She lives in her own world and enjoys writing fan fiction because she is usually dissatisfied with how things turn out or she thinks she can do a better job. Her parent especially her father are her closest friends. She also enjoys watching movies preferably old and is fascinated by Broadway. She is also oddly fascinated with shiny things especially glitter. She chooses to make her own clothing and not an article of clothing lacks studs, glitter or leather because that's her style. She is fairly logical but her artistic mind overshadows the mathematician inside her.

Sample: Caty sat in the living room floor with four Shakespeare novels, a Tolstoy Novel laying in front of her as she read The Great Gatsby. Her ipod stuck in her ears and taco sitting on the table in front of her. She was getting to the death of Mrs.Wilson when 'wrong' by Depeche Mode started playing. This forced her to immediately drop the book and hurry to change the song because she was scared of listening to that song when she was home alone, and today was one of those days since her mom was in New York tending to her sick grandmother and her dad was out on a date with Bob or Bill or Billy-bob whatever his name was. Well, when she was going to return to her book she noticed the Beauxbatons handbook on the table and decided to pick it up.The letter had arrived a few days ago and Caty she had immediately refused. Why would she want to go there when she had Yale in her future but still her parents had insisted on leaving the package there in case she changed her mind. So now as she looked at it she thought maybe she could go right? It would be a chance to do something new and different, plus the school was nice beautiful campus, so beautiful it could match Yale's. Still she would have to leave home in order to go to a place she's never been to alone and with no idea of what she was doing besides this wasn't even her dream. She wanted Ivy League not Wizardry. But still it looked like a really good opportunity...for someone else not for her right? It just looked so interesting and Oh MY God!! they have a house just for artistic kids like her!!!!! It would be like going to Yale just at a younger age and it would be her own thing not her parents, so she should go, she would go. Yeah The decision was made starting next school year she was going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and there was not stopping her. Now the other hurdle was telling her parents, they wouldn't get mad or anything but boy would they mock her for not making up her mind about anything and because they told her she would want to go. They probable have a bet going on how long it would take for her to cave. Still she was going; it was a new dawn, a new day, a new life for her, and she was feeling good.

Please fix your display name so it matchs the name you've given in your app.

[princessjessica97]

First Name: Jessica
Middle Name: Laina
Last Name: Racinette
Age: 14 years old
Appearance: Jessica has long strawberry-blond hair that can change color with her emotions. Her eyes are a light butterscotch and she can make them change to red to black. She usually wears a light purple dress that reaches her ankles and a purple choker with her birthstone on it(ruby).
History: Jessica is from the royal kingdom on Aridia. There she's a princess but nobody outside of Aridia knows that. Her mother's name is Queen Xenia. Jessica was a slight trouble-maker and when she wasn't making trouble she was practicing magic although she wasn't the best at it.
Her father had died when she was seven. It devastated the kingdom and her family and everyone was depressed. Everyone in the kingdom stayed inside, locked their doors, pulled down their blinds and sometimes cried or just sat and looked at pictures in their photo albums that the king had given them each. But nobody knew how much it had hurt Jessica.
She wouldn't come out of her room. Ever. She only went out once and that was to buy mini-fridge and food. That was it. She cried and shut her huge scarlett satin curtains. Even her pool that was right off her room wasn't enough to help her. Jessica lived in her room until on her 12th birthday when the kingdom was alive again a knock came on her window. It was Prince Alexander. Jessica smiled for the first time in 5 years. She opened her window and they talked for hours on end. They were doing that until the day she was to leave for Beauxbatons, they kissed. Alexander promised to write and call every day. She was sad to leave but couldn't wait for Beauxbatons.
Personality: Jessica is shy but can be the life of the party. She loves to hang with her friends and she made friends easily unlike her mother. Jessica can sing amazingly(or so her mother says) and can dance the waltz,tango,salsa and ballet. But she isn't very good at salsa dancing.
Sample RP:Jessica awoke on Saturday morning to the birds chirping outside her window. She pulled off her eye mask and rubbed her tired eyes. She got up and put on her favorite song, Mighty to Save. Jessica opened her closet and got out a nice blue shirt with flowers on it and a long skirt. Suddenly,she heard a soft knock on her window. I wonder who that could be She asked herself and slowly pulled aside the satin curtains. "Alexander?!" She exclaimed. He nodded and pointed at the latch to open the window. She opened the window and he leaned in. "Hello,Jessica.How are you today,my lady?"Alexander said, putting on his goofy smile. Jessica blushed and replied, "I am fine.How are you today?"She smiled and blushed harder. This was the beginning to a great relationship.

Please fix your display name so it matchs the name you've given in your app. Also, you need to space after sentences.

[aurelie]

First Name:

Aurélie Anja.

Last Name:

Allaire.

Age:

Sixteen.

Appearance:

History:

Aurélie Anja Allaire was born on the first of July some sixteen years ago. She was born the second child to a newly formed family and she would be the last. The events that took place before her birth were some that little Aurélie would never really understand, things that nobody really ever explained to her so she never really asked about. Though a few things were known to her at an early age, father had a love before Mama who disappeared some time before she was ever born and her brother was technically only half of her brother because they had the same father. As far as causes for her disappearance and who the woman was were things that nobody thought Aurélie should ever know, she only knew what the woman looked like because father had a rather lovely picture of a woman with stunning hair the color of snow in his desk drawer. She was not informed or let in when it came to much, and for that, she never really felt as welcome as she might have felt in her own house.

Aurélie was a loved child though, don't get me wrong. She was well educated and given the kind of attention any child would need to grow up healthy, she was a pretty girl too (though don't you dare tell her that). But you see, that wasn't entirely her fault, having a good looking set of parents always helped, then again she was nothing compared to her brother. As for her brother, he put up with her tantrums rather nicely, he was always kind to her and only once did he pull on her braids and that was after she kicked him so she sort of had it coming anyway. After a while he even broke down and let her play with some of his toys, not all and especially not the special ones, but the ones that looking back now he wouldn't have minded her breaking quite as much. But even with her brother she was never really super close with. Of course he was also a boy who was also two years her elder, so that didn't help much. But he always stood up for her, always made sure that she was safe and that was exactly what mattered.

Some years after she was born her brother's biological mother showed up for a little visit, if that is what you call it. She was a rush of wild and beautiful blonde hair with stunning eyes and looks that could kill, in other words she was an older female version of Aurélie's brother. Still, she never met the woman, she didn't even get to say hello, and to this day Aurélie still doesn't know the full story behind the relationship that happened before her time. Though they got news some years later that the pretty woman with the dreadfully beautiful eyes had died.

At the age of eleven her brother left for school and for two years she had to suffer with only seeing him on holidays and getting the occasional letter that he barely had time to write. It was a sad two years for Cee who was nothing without her brother to play with. But in that time she was able to complete her primary schooling and start reading from father's library in her spare time. It was all so interesting, the books with nasty spells and evil wizards and everything incredible, she was able to fall in love before her time with books. In books she was able to make up for the imagination she never really had and that meant a lot to her. By the time it was her turn to head to school she was fully prepared with a wand from her great grandmother with a lovely rosewood and a kelpie hair core. She had already read all of her text and memorized every spell her brother had told her about. She was more than ready, she was excited, it was going to be such a huge adventure.

Aurélie was one smart girl, one of the top in her year to be exact and that never stopped. She never planned on stopping her smart girl habits like studying and taking notes and staying after class for extra help if she needed it. She made friends too, all of her own and then some that were her brother's friends. She was nice and kind and people could appreciate that about her. But then things changed for her, or at least they felt like they were changing, and that change was like a fire destroying everything she ever knew. She stopped believing her parents when they called her pretty. All the other girls were showing off hips and nice bums and chests that Aurélie did not have. Aurélie compared herself to them with her barely their chest and her basically nonexistent hips, she was almost a boy if it hadn't been for her reproductive organs proving that point was wrong. She sort of plunged, she was unsure of herself, unhappy with everything she was, she cut off her hair in a more unfashionable way and then spent hours trying to fix it. She lost all of her confidence in herself and that is never a good idea.

Personality:

To sum up Aurélie Anja is a difficult task, she is moody and loving, awkward and unsocial, but somehow kind and clever all at once. She is an array of different attitudes and emotions, her personality is far from on sided and much more than vast, but I supposed that could be said about most confused girls on the brink of being a woman with a mindset half for independence and half for remaining a child. And women, well they are naturally confusing and mysterious, so we will try not to let her confused personality get the best of us.

To start with the most promising trait and make our way down, Aurélie is very smart. Ever since she was a child she was exploring new things, never afraid to take a risk and try something new just for the experience. She started reading complex materials at a very young age, in the present already halfway done with the thousand book library her father collected over the years. She was the little girl who was always asking why, because was never a satisfying answer with her and if you didn't give her the truth then she would stubbornly go find the answer herself. She was well versed in spell names far before she actually started school, she practically forced her brother to teach her how to say each and every one of them the moment he got back for the holidays. Then when school did start back up she was a brain, she knew the answer to almost every question that was thrown her way. School and learning was the one thing that never changed for her, she had a passion for learning and the idea that nobody was too old to learn something new. Now you might be thinking that she is just the smart girl, the one everyone hates because she just knows everything. No, she wasn't that kind of girl... she is so much more than that.

Aurélie is a kind girl, she is just as kind as she is smart. The first lesson she was ever taught, before spelling and grammar became an important aspect of her life was 'do unto others as you would have them do unto you' and that lesson would stay with her forever. While she was never the best friend to everyone, the popular girl with a group of giggling girlfriends to follow her around, she was able to make friends and keep them. Aurélie is a helpful girl of sorts, perhaps not the kind when it comes to housework or anything like that, after all what kind of girl likes scrubbing dishes and setting beds, but when it came to helping people with things when they ask for help she wasn't the kind of refuse. So she tutored her friends, instead of rubbing her intelligence in everyone's face she simply shared her gift with those who asked for it. She is generous, not in the way that she buys expensive things for people, but in the way that she shares things with them and helps them when they need it. But no matter how many ways you phrase it or explain it what you end up with is kindness and that is something that is abundant in Aurélie.

While Aurélie is a lot of very good things she is not all that perfect, despite how much her relatives might not approve of her admitting that. Aurélie is awkward to say the very least. She is sort of stuck at that moment in her life where she is sort of a half child-half woman. Where she doesn't exactly know what is going on her body and what she should be feeling. She is constantly comparing herself to the beautiful women in her life and at her school and in that she finds fault in herself. She used to be so good at charming her way into things and talking with strangers but now that she doesn't even know who she is, she can hardly imagine people trying to figure her out. She is very quiet and when she does talk it seems like it is only to her friends and family, forget anyone else, that just sounds like a child with a stutter about to break down in tears. This kind of goes hand in hand with her being completely lost. She doesn't know who she is, she doesn't know what she wants anymore. She is confused and tired of searching for who she is, what she doesn't realize is that where she is now, is where a lot of people her age are also at, she is just too worried about herself to notice.

There isn't much you can do to cheer up a sad girl who doesn't let anyone know she is sad. Aurélie keeps almost everything locked up so tight inside that even James Bond couldn't detect the bomb getting ready to explode. She is sad and angry and everything else, she is feeling things that she should let other people know about, but she doesn't want people to see her weaknesses. She wants them to see a pretty girl with confidence while she is nothing more than a recluse who happens to think she looks nothing close to attractive. She wears a smile and a fake laugh and lets everyone think she is okay. But inside she crying, inside she is screaming and wailing for someone to notice just how sad and confused she really is. Inside nothing is right and everything is a big huge mess that doesn't make sense, but nobody knows that and nobody sees that hidden part of her, nobody knows just how much this young girl is suffering on the inside. It's her own worst kept secret and it's eating away at her more and more each day.

But she can love with a passion, anyone who loves her, and deep down that counts more than anything.

Sample RP:

The cool night breeze blew a stray strand of hair off her shoulder which brushing against her neck and sending shivers down her spine. Those shivered tickled their way across her hips, through her legs and all the way down to her toes. She stood, ignoring the friction of bare feet on old shingles. Even under the scarce moonlight, the view from her turret rooftop was lovely. She could see her favorite spot on the ground, near the gentle weeping willow. Her foot slipped a little, and though she was able to regain balance quickly, a few pebbles did not have the fate. A deep breathe was all the reassuring she needed to look down, following the pebbles, past the edge of the roof. A depth so black stared back up at her, taunting, almost daring her to see what it was hiding on the ground far beneath her. Her breathe quickened and her right foot took a step back; this was ridiculously reckless. Her left foot followed suit; she was much too young and promising to be risking it all now. One more step back; besides, she had an early class in the morning, and another; and should really be getting to bed. Her right foot froze, poised on her toes. Of course, she was only dreaming.

Aurélie closed the gap between herself and the edge of the roof with three powerful strides. There was the brief crunch of her toes digging into the loose gravel and shingles for momentum before the eerie silence that met Aurélie as she flung herself off the rooftop. She hung there for a second, not moving down but not moving forward either. A smile tugged at the edge of her lips. What now, she thought to herself. It was a rhetorical question, or rather, not a question at all but a challenge. And the darkness certainly delivered. What little light from the rooftop torches soon disappeared as she plummeted farther and farther down. Pretty soon it was so dark Aurélie just closed her eyes and there was no difference in what she could or couldn’t see. It was peaceful; wind whipping her hair and robes behind her and licking at her face. There was quiet, there was wind and best of all, there was no fear. She was falling: no fear. She opened her eyes and saw the ground coming closer: no fear. She would most certainly die from a fall like this: no fear. No fear because this was a dream and she would wake up right about…now.

Now.

Now. Now. Now!

“OH, GOD!” Aurélie cried out as she flailed her arms helplessly, all tangled in sheets and blankets and hit the ground with a solid and rather painful thump. Wait- sheets and blankets? Aurélie sat up blinking sleep and confusion out of her eyes. Alright, so it was just a dream. Good, good. She moved to get back on the bed she had just fallen off of but found herself inhaling sharply and clutching a bruised hip. Might have been a dream but the pain was always real. Looking around, she saw that every other girl in her dorm was sleeping soundly, some with more sound then others. She swiveled and felt around the top of her nightstand for her clock. 1:47 a.m. About 45 minutes since the last time she finally fell asleep. Aurélie grumbled to herself and set the clock down. She could try to sleep again but who was she kidding. Aurélie was never a sleeper, literally. Normally, an all-nighter would have been fine with her but since she had an etiquette exam tomorrow Aurélie figured she might as well try to get a little shut eye. No such luck.

Defeated by her own inability to sleep, the blonde slipped a robe on over her pajama shorts and shirt, and made her way to the common area. The larger room was filled with couches and table to do work and other activities. Her feet padded their way across the cold stone floors and quickly found refuge on the soft carpet lining the area around the fireplace. The marble fireplace that had been previously unlit burst to light with flames the moment she entered the room. All chambers of the school were sensitive to the inhabitant’s needs. Aurélie took a seat on the couch facing the hearth and pushed her dark bangs out of her eyes. The heat of the fire was soothing on her face, especially since she knew the wind was blowing icy just outside those windows. She closed her eyes. Maybe she’d be so soothed that she’d just fall asleep. Another deep breathe drifted into her lungs and flew back out. She opened her eyes as wide awake as ever. No such luck.

A group of boxes stacked haphazardly next to the couch caught her eye. One in particular peaked her interest. Aurélie leaned across the couch and plucked it swiftly from the bottom of the pile. Instead of ruining the stack, her swiftness allowed the topping boxes to simply fall and fill the empty space. She sat up with the box on her lap. Sparkling gold wording and burn-less mini-fireworks literally jumped off the cover. Aurélie hadn’t played exploding snaps in years. But this was a game for two or more. Aurélie looked around the empty room. No such luck.

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Ahh, I'm sorry to say, but can you please retype your rp sample so its not all caps? I know its a fad, but its hard to read. Remember that for posting you wont be able to do that here.

OMG, SORRY! haha, the rp sample was kind of rushed so it was blah. i fixed that all up and stuff. this is a total bummer, i was so pumped and now i kind of fail XD. sorry about that! oh, and i didn't plan on posting like that here either so don't worry. SO SORRY AGAIN! haha, i'm a dork XD

Must be Rouerie

[aurelie]

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[aurelie]

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[marija]

First Name:
Marie

Last Name:
McGregor

Age:
15

Appearance:
I am girl with long blond 'Rapunselish' hair on Prestissimo broom and in Gucci shoes!
Don't like tha picture?
Buzz off, coz you ain't gonna like the rest of it either^^.
I am very tall and slim, with precious face, blue eyes and long blond hair which goes all the way down till the end of my back.

History:
† Mum's and dad's meeting †

It was a clear day in early autumn when Rufus arrived in France along with his classmates from Hogwarts. He had been chosen to participate in the Tri-Wizard tournament, which this year was held at the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in the south of France. The had all travelled a long way, to compete against their magical peers and now the moment had finally come. The goblet of fire and the choosing of the 3 students who would defend the honor of their school. Robert watched carefully as the goblet spat out the first name; Vladimir Romanov! He was the first selected. A tall, slender and pale boy from Durmstrang who looked very much like he didn't car about anything, least of all the Tri-wizard tournament as he went forward through the crowd of students. The second name was called; Cassandra Vivienne LeRoux! A beautiful blond girl came forward. her hair shimmered like the purest gold, her blue eyes looked like the clear morning sky on a may day, she smiled widely as she slowly walked between the other students who nodded their approval of her as she passed. Rufus was mesmerised, like struck by lightning when he saw her, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and as she passed him, she smiled warmly at him. Time stood still and it was only when his own name; Rufus Robert McGregor was called repeatedly that he noticed the entire crowd looking at him. Not only was he selected as the Hogwarts champion, but he had just seen an angel pass by in the shape of the gorgeous French girl.
As time went on and the Tri-wizard tournament proceeded he still hadn't dared to talk to her, but the Yule Ball was dangerously close and he so desperately wanted to ask her to be his date. One day as he passed her in the hallway of Beauxbatons, this time she was finally alone and no one else was around.
"Hi" he suddenly exclaimed as he stood in front of her. "Bonjour" she said and smiled. "You are Rufus, non?" she continued as she looked at him. "Erh... yeah, Rufus McGregor" he answered and tried to conceal his blushing. "I was wondering if you would like to be my escort for the Yule Ball?" he asked and looked away, never having felt this nervous before. "Oui, i would love to" the girl said and smiled even wider. "Great, I'll see you in the entrance hall on saturday then" was all Rufus could say. he was simply dumbfounded that this girl actually said yes, to him of all people. It wasn't that he was unattractive at all, he was quite tall, broad shouldered, with dark brown hair and dark eyes. some might even have considered him handsome, but he had always been terribly shy and kept to himself. it wasn't that he didn't want to make friends but being sociable was just not in his nature, but when he saw Cassandra, she gave him the courage to speak his mind.
That following Saturday he stood awaiting her in the entrance hall to Beauxbatons, he wore the traditional black wizard dress-robes and looked rather dashing. Suddenly he saw her, a vision in silvery white silk with her beautiful blond hair like a halo around her head, giving her an almost angelic look, coming towards him with a broad smile. he was speechless as she approached him. "Bon soir Robert" she said in her clear melodic voice with just a hint of an accent. "You look very handsome tonight" she added and reached for his hand to lead him into the great hall. "erh.. thanks, you look erh... beautiful..." Rufus stuttered as he gazed at her. They had a wonderful time that night, Cassandra told him all about her family and Robert listened tentatively to every single word, clinging to them as if it were the very air he breathed. He talked very little, but he managed to tell her of his home in the Scottish highlands where his family lived in their ancestral home. His childhood had always been rather lonely, he was an only-child, but loved by his parents, but it never really was the same without the comfort of children his own age around. i wouldn't know that until he started Hogwarts at age 11 and was sorted into Slytherin house. Slowly the night came to an end and as the last song was about to be played Rufus finally got up the nerve to ask her to dance with him. As they walked onto the dance floor, holding hands, Rufus just knew, that this was the girl he was meant to be with. When he put his arm gently around her waist and she put hers on his shoulders, she suddenly, out of the blue, kissed him right on the lips. He looked in amazement at her as she softly said "I just wanted to see what it was like". From that moment on Cassandra and Rufus were inseparable.


† Wedding †

Mum and dad married 5 years after they meet. Completely romantically and unplanned.
They went to Venice, Italy together, on vacation. Rufus was planning to propose her under clear night sky at last night of their trip.
Second night of their arrival they gone to ate dinner in one classy restaurant with French cousine and later they went to long walk by beautiful Venetian sea. They sat under sky on white silky sand and Cassandra moved to him and kissed him gently. Suddenly, in Rufus's hand appeared little black box and before he could stop himself he whispered: 'Will you marry me Cassandra?". She first looked a bit shocked as she gazed at box and then back at im. 'Oui, Rufus!'.
Next morning he took her to little chapel and asked her would she like to marry him right now, right there. His happines couldn't be discribed with words when she accepted.

† Our birth †

2 years later, on Christmas eve 2 girls were born. Both, Rufus and Cassantra were so shocked coz they were expecting only one child, boy to be exact. Instead of one little prince... they got double trouble.
First on this world came dark haired girl with beautiful hazel eyes. She almost didn't cried.
3 minutes later 2nd girl came with big scream. The same moment they saw her they knew she'll be trouble maker

Personality:
Marie is probably one of the most crazy, life controlling, annoying, sharp and needy girls I've ever met.
She doesn't want to stand in the way for her own will, and probably have the means to manipulate it to her behalf.
She is a spicy girl. And that is what makes her so special, loving, caring, thoughtful and one of the most admirable persons I know. She knows how to stand up for herself and keep to her opinions.
Not only is she beautiful, but she is smart and clever as Hell. More than that she knows what she's doing. But.
She is no ordinary girl. In a way yes seeing we all have our flaws, I for one have an imagination running wild, slow on the keyboard, bad temper, manipulative, and can probably be the most annoying person on this earth. However, I don't care. People should take me as I am, and people should take Marie as she is. She is a wonderful special person, most beautiful girl and not a piece of clay that you can form. And people shouldn't try to form her, because she is who she is and I for one do not want her to change a bit at all. She is Marie, and Marie with out her Maria'ish wouldn't be Marie.
And I love her for who she is.

- Toussaint Knight.

Sample RP:
Marie woke up and jump out of bed. She was excited coz it was first of September. Marie open her closed and was trilled coz she'll finally be able to get into beautiful silky blue robes which she loved and admired from the day she was born till now. She took them on. She took her matching shoes and hat and rushed down to the kitchen for breakfast. Mom, dad and her twin sister were already sitting by table. 'Hi!' Marie exclaimed happily. "Hi honey." said her mom and smiled wide. She was so proud that one of her daughter got to go to her old school. After the eat breakfast, Morgain took Maries hand and pulled her to hallway. 'Marie. I have something for you." she said and gave her two matching charm bracelets. 'I wanted to give it to you before you go to France. Promise me you'll write every day." Marie smiled to her sister and hugged her. "Of course I will. You promise you will answer Morg." she said and grinned. "Other should be with you, you know." she added and put on of bracelets on Morgain wrist. "Us against the world till the end of world and time? Promise me?" she said. "I promise you."


Please fix your display name so it matchs the name you've given in your app.

[Nate McCarthy -replies-]

First Name: Dulceh (dool-cheh)

Last Name: Preston

Age: Seventeen

Appearance: Dulceh is described as tall, fairly sculpted and is pale. His face is a bit comedic. When he smiles, he has really deep dimples that can be seen from a mile away. Dulceh always as a somewhat smile on his facew if he's not being in one of his slick moods. In his slick moods, this guy has a bored face. Its one of his many faces. He has a thing for what he calls "slick fashion". That's when you wear black, white, red. Basically his style consists of wearing longsleeve and ties. His laugh is unique, known by anyone who's heard of it. Its really recognizable. Its a bit like the joker's laugh but less dramatic.

History: Born in a privilaged family of Vampires just in the outskirts of La Rochelle, France. Dulceh has two brothers, with him being the youngest. His father is a count and his mother, a countess. Those titles were earned some time ago. Although he was never a vampire when he was born. One day, the whole family was invited to see an opera in a remote chanel in France. They watched the opera yes, but when they slept their for the night, they were all transformed to vampires by the stage actors who were vampires. It didn't take them long to realize it.

I'd like to say that he was spoiled by his parents. He got what he wanted most the time, and his brothers always agreed in his descisions. Dulceh always attended parties involving alcohol every time he gets a chance. But he always ends up getting in trouble of some sort in the parties. His parents grew concern and decided that enough was enough. Dulceh was to be sent to a magical bording school where he could be with people of the supernatural realm where no mortal could corrupt his mind. Boy were they wrong. That's how he basically got here.

Personality:
Dulceh's personality? You know that wisecrack? That guy who always gets the last laugh and can slip in jokes in the nessecary times? Thats Dulceh. He has a thing for laughing a lot. He picks on people, for what they wear and what their hair looks like. He's a true critict. Dulceh's also really slick. His wardrobe is screaming "you can't afford this!" As shallow as that sounds, thats him. He would never ever go for anything too bright. He may be comedic but his fashion sense is serious and he can get that slick personality. He enjoys being in the popular group. That group of kids who everyone pays attention to? Yeah that group. He can also get very competative when he tries to be. He will never settle for less. Dulceh also can be a bit of a trouble maker. He can cause mischief and grief even to the nicest teacher. Overall, Dulceh is a slick comedian who is a total critic and loves being a competative superior. Stuck up huh?

Sample RP:
With a glass of wine in his hand, Dulceh strutted the pool as people were just around mingling their own minds. It was a pool party thrown by one of his friends. Naturally, as every teenager would like, was held in night. It made it a bit wild and out of hand. Things were going the american teeanage fashion way. Music played loudly in the house playing really up beat music. Everyone was surely having a good time. I mean after all, it was his going away party and he was the man of the night.

Dulceh saw a girl nearby talking to some loser that attended his former school. He approached her in hopes of getting her attention. This girl was a brunette, her lips were luscious and her eyes were blue. She also had the perfect tan too. Small tattoos pierced her skin. Oh god was that a turn on to him. Dulceh took his drink and placed it by her thigh. It was a cool drink too. The girl fluttered and the guy she was talking to just backed away. 'That was easier than I thought' he thought to himself. Everything was going as planned.

"Hey babe, you wanna see whats hangin'?!" He said in a playful voice. A long laugh followed right after.

His friend, Pierre suddenly then tugged on his shirt and pulled him away from the girl that he just encountered. He was just about to get a number too! Although he thought it'd be useless since he was to go somewhere far in the country that he wouldn't even get the chance to call the girl. And like sending an owl to a muggle would be a good pick up. Psh yeah right. Pierre pulled him onto the stage as he was on the mike.

"Everyone! Let's hear it for Dulceh!" Pierre said clearly on the mike. A large group of people cheered for him. He was about to leave after all. He better make the best of what he had then. The girl that he had just encountered was sitting down alone on the chairs right next to the pool. She seemed lonely, so then Dulceh approached her once more in hopes that no one will interrupt this time. He took his drink and strutted down the pool.

"So uh, babe. What do they call you?" He said with a grin. His dimples appeared and his teeth showed. Luckily his fangs weren't out. Or else this girl woulda feaked out.
"They call me Jolie." she replied.
"Well then, Jolie. Care to uh, dance?" He asked. A song played, it was a somewhat slow song that was sung by an american artist. She stood gladly and took his hand. Dulceh put his drink down on the chair and the two slowly waltzed on the dance floor. Her head was on his chest. After all, Dulceh was a pretty tall person. They danced and danced. It was one of those moments that you didn't want to leave. It was just a shame that he didn't know the girl. That was just slick.

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