Sorting (Term Thirteen)

[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.

me and my twin sister

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 display name.

[misswalker]

First Name:

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Leighton

Last Name:[/size][/i][/color]
Walker

Age:[/color]
Seventeen


Appearance:[/size][/i][/color]




History:[/i][/size][/color]
France had never captured the affections of Adrian Walker, the lifestyle, not just cultural yet also magical, hadn’t captured the interest he had originally feigned to his wife, Clémence. To hide his lack of passion became fruitless, to the point that when their second child, the beautiful Leighton turned but one years old, Clémence complied with her husbands wishes to relocate to his own country. Life was certainly different in London; the temptations of less desirable pastimes were all too frequent. Leighton’s brother, Christopher became involved in these pastimes; a lifestyle filled with alcohol and suspected drug use becoming a thorn in their parent’s side. Secretly he was a role model to Leighton, and growing up his lifestyle reflected her own, sneaking out after dark.

It was a way for her brother to pass the time. He’d never developed the magic that their mother had always told openly that they may receive, and life without a wand seemed fruitless to Christopher Walker. Leighton, at fourteen hadn’t yet displayed any signs of a magical affinity, the signs overshadowed by the pain in which they had been called. For Leighton Walker saw another side to her father on that day, more than she would of naturally liked. How could anyone miss the sight of their father, mounting a woman who was clearly not their mother? Leighton was furious.

She wouldn’t tell of the affair, it wasn’t her place too and Adrian had become so sickeningly ‘loved up’ to her mother that any attempts to inform her would be slammed by disbelief. So she alluded, subtly pointing towards to an affair round the dinner table, only delighting in the flush of horror creeping up her father’s neck. Oh how she loved to watch him sweat, his eyes flashing towards her in warning. It had been a hope that her own actions, added to the existing stresses of her brother’s behaviour would have been enough to make her father spill the truth from guilt. Yet Christopher was, so he said, reformed. Behaviour corrected, acceptance in the fact that he would have to leave a normal life. The day is remembered well, the pipes spontaneously burst that night.

So Leighton threw herself into her own lifestyle even more so. She’d always been associated with a more ‘reckless’ crowd and indeed was far from an innocent little girl. Yet Leighton had always been careful, keeping her partying lifestyle hidden from her parents. Yet now she made it quite obviously known. Leighton Walker made no mistake in her declaration – she was wild, unpredictable, and mysterious and no one was in control but herself. Clémence was worried for her daughter; previously clueless to just how similar Leighton was to her brother. It was with a poker face that Leighton showed no signs of emotion when asked why she was being so. And it was with only four words that she answered her mother. “You’ll know. One Day.”

That day soon came. Her mother left. Christopher soon after. Leighton was left alone with a man she couldn’t bear to look at, with no one who could understand. She tried to force the situation upon her friends, becoming the temptress to another father, selfishly trying to cause a divide between her best friends family, just so that someone would understand. They confronted her, obviously. Many things had been done between them, but never this. “I just didn’t want to be alone” With these words the usually dethatched Walker broke down, showing her emotions for the first time.

Clémence eventually returned, after month’s absence. Just like her daughter she was distant towards Adrian, taking stiffly, nothing past being civil. There was an understanding now, from previous words shared between Clémence and her daughter. The older witch confided in Leighton that no matter where she went, England or France, in the end the only option was to face the music, however much she didn’t want too. It wasn’t just her presence that Clémence brought back with her, but also an invitation. There could be a place at Beauxbatons, if Leighton wanted it. The pipes that had burst on that night had been nothing more than the manifestation of angered magic. Leighton had never been one to think too deeply about her own actions, and it was without thinking that she said she’d go.


Personality:[/size][/i][/color]
Confident. Self assured. Driven. That’s definitely three words perfectly suitable to describe Leighton Walker. From first glance alone it’s quite clear that she’s very confident in herself. You can see it in the way she walks, the way she holds herself; even her expression seems unaffected by anything around her. Very much in control of her own actions, Leighton says and does things without a moment’s hesitation, with no fear of being reprimanded for her actions. Against danger she’s almost scarily unfaltering, regarding those who would confront her more so with an air of amusement, rather than feeling threatened. Nothing would appear to unnerve her, possibly because she’s rather detached emotionally. Yes, she will talk to another, laugh with another but when it comes down to it she will never open up and express herself, only to those that she very much trusts. And even then her concerns and feelings are spoken in monotone, simply stated, just to vent, before being pushed aside past lingering. Showing emotion scares her, since past all her confidence, somewhere, Leighton really is sensitive and vulnerable.

It’s obvious that she’s attractive, desirably so, and Leighton herself in very well aware of this fact of her beauty and the allure that comes with it. She isn’t vain, not at all, but she’d be lying if she said she disliked the attention that she gains. It’s a twisted sort of amusement in which Leighton plays games with others, playing upon attraction to tease. She’s not above a relationship, though it’s hard to tie her down, she’s elusive. Too keep her attention you need to keep her entertained, alert and on her toes. Anything less than surprise will have her acting on the fleeting glances others give her. You’d be hard pressed to truly get to know her, she’s pretty enigmatic, and she opens up emotionally really to only those who have gained her trust.

Initially most will either be interested in just who she is, or gain a sense of dislike toward her. But that’s just a judgement. Talk to her and she’ll talk back. Though not appearing particularly approachable, she’s confident enough to approach others without batting an eyelid. Leighton can usually find something appealing in everyone she meets, whether it is an amusing naivety, fiery nature to the cocky. You can certainly be her friend is you so wish it, that won’t be denied, and friendship is sought in return. As a friend she’s helpful. Others may lie when you ask them a question, purely to save feelings. Leighton had always felt its better to confront problems head on, without any sugar coating, even if it hurts you in the process. Honesty, as a wise man once proclaimed, is the best policy. Take the time to know Leighton and she’ll stand by you. Loyalty is something she admires in people, and the disloyal? Leighton will walk over you if you ever screw her over. Make no question about that.


Sample Roleplay:[/size][/i][/color]

The eyes were open, staring, unblinking towards the white ceiling above. Thin cotton made no effort to push back the light of morning, failing their duty by allowing the suns rays into the room. Though awake the girl was still under the covers, duvet pulled up to below her chin. It should have been quiet. The roads were empty, nought but the birds making a sound. Yet nature had never counted on the lives of the domestic, had she. The knock at her door had already been foreshadowed by previous sounds. Another door opening, the run of the shower and finally the pacing right outside. Leighton Walker made no effort, no voicing that her mother could enter. The woman would do so anyway, it was a common trait among mothers, to disregard privacy.

“Honey, are you awake?”

Clémence was in the room before any answer could have been called out. For the first time since welcoming he morning, Leighton pulled herself up, folding her pillow behind her back, adjusting it until maximum comfort was reached. She knew why her mother was here. Today was the day. It had only been yesterday that the offer had been extended to Leighton. To get away from London, from the mess that she had played her part in. Quite admirably, it was realised with some disgust. Often the girl wondered whether things would have been different, if she had told Clémence that dear old daddy was looking for love from a different source. Such a thought didn’t bode well for a morning, no matter how emotionless she liked to be, Leighton Walker was certain that her parents were going to divorce. And in the end everyone is human, even she.

Her mother seemed to take her silence, her manoeuvre, as an open invitation, and soon Leighton found her parent at the edge of her bed. Something flickered within that similar blue gaze, the one the brunette herself saw in her own reflection. It was concern, anticipation and sadness all mixed into one. A curious trio, emotions quite contrasting. Leighton brought her hand up, fingers digging to he roots as she combed roughly through her hair, pushing back her locks before her eyes rested unfalteringly on her mother. “I’m okay mum. It’s only France.” She’d answered an unspoken question. The fact was that Miss Walker knew things about people when they didn’t even speak. Everything was in the eyes. The windows to ones soul. Anyone could get a vibe off another just from meeting them with a look; you only had to be observant.

Her assumptions had been correct, relief washed over her mothers face and Leighton let a small smile pass her lips, affirming her reassurance. They were both thinking the same thing, she knew. That the distance would do wonders. France was so very far from London, from the mess of the past few months. And what a mess it had been. Leighton knew she needed this, to get away. Drama was a fickle fiend, and she had been forced its bearer ever since… well, Adrian had lost the right to be called ‘father’, let’s just say that. Only yesterday had she agreed, when told that magic was apparent in her gorgeous genes. The fact the school was in France was a perk. The decision had been uncommonly swift, little thought out to those she knew. No one looking like Leighton could be friendless, and recently her best friend knew her better than anyone – even family. There was a small pang in her heart felt towards leaving Emily, but it was for the best. They couldn’t know, obviously. Magic was a secret, hidden from their eyes.

“You know I’ll be fine. You know how I am.” Friendships aside the girl knew that she’d adapt. Technically she was just going home, back to France where she’d equally as technically been born. There would be problems to face, friends to shape, lessons to get used to. But what was Beauxbatons really? A school. She hadn’t faired too badly at her current one, the addition of a wand couldn’t make the difference extreme surely.

“I know Lei. Can you see why I’m worried...”

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The smirk was evident before she’d even through about it, lips pursing to hide the expression. Her mother could never be called daft, that was for certain. And Clémence knew, just from looking into her daughters eyes that she was going to be equally as troublesome in France as she was right now, in England. Like mother like daughter, it was all in the eyes.
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OOC: Murrrhhh to this. It was awkward. Sorry!
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Must be Sournois

[daisymouse]

NOT FINISHED!

First Name: Serefine

Last Name: Eren

Age: sixteen

Appearance:


Serefine, or Sephy, has long, dark brown hair, usually slight tossled and messy. She almost always has it down, or up in a loose bun, whisps falling out. Her eyes are a teal color, and almond shaped surrounded by long lashes. She has high cheek bones, and quite sharp features, and usually wears some basic make-up; mascara, eyeshadow, eyeliner. But she definately doesn't take pride in her looks.

She is usually dressed in jeans, heels, sometimes boots, and fashionable clothing, but casual. Sephy likes fashion, and it definately shows through in her enthusiasm with what she wears.

History: Sephy was born to two slightly nutty parents, Kataline and Drew. Kateline, her mother, was from Spain and also veela, coming over to France to attend Beaxbutons too when she met Sephy's father, Drew. The two instantly hit it off, and, after a while of dating, they married in their last year of Beauxbutons, suprising all of the other students with their early marraige.

They both left Beaxbutons together, deciding to go on a cruise around the world as their overdue honeymoon. Halfway through their cruise, Kataline got pregnant with Sephy's older sister, Aliana. She was born after the cruise was finished and they were both in their new home.

One year later, Kataline became pregnant again, this time with Sephy's older brother, Markus. By this time they were both barely twenty four, with two young kids. Drew got a job, whilst Kataline stayed behind looking after the children, stubbornly refusing to allow any nurse to do it instead.

Two years after Markus' birth, Kataline became pregnant again, this time with Serefine. She was born on March 11th, and quickly became close to Markus, not as much with Ariana. By the time that it came for Aliana to go to school, the older, and slightly bossier, girl left happily, instantly becoming a part of the school's life and leaving Mark and Sephy in peace.

But after another year, and it was time for Markus to go to school too, he didn't get the letter. Nor did he show any sign of magical talent. He was a squib, not that his parent's, or sisters minded. But after that there was a strain on his friendship with Sephy as she left for school, leaving him behind.

Personality: The first thing you would notice about Serefine, it that the girl is loud. She loves to have fun, and if that means getting up on a table and singing in front of the whole school, so be it. She would do it. Sephy loves singing, and music in general. To tell the truth, she can be a bit of a drama queen sometimes.

She is the life and soul of any party, and she loves fashion, meaning she tries to have the best outfit at a party, sometimes failing miserably. Sephy is the sort of girl you can't not be friends with, she will go up to anyone and just chat to them.

But she can also be very quiet, and actually enjoys a good book. She's smart, but most of the time doesn't use it to her fulll advantage. But Serefine is definately a people person.

Sample RP:
I'll write it in a sec :]

[tatum]

First Name: Paris
Middle Name: Tatum
Last Name: McNeil

Age: 15

Appearance:


History: Paris Tatum McNeil was born on December 6, 1993 to a Demonic Father and a Veela Mother, somewhere in France. Her father, Axel McNeil, is a powerful Demon who fell for a Veela, Annaleigh Rose. They fell in love and soon after three months of hiding out in a cave, Annaleigh Rose became with child. Axel and Annleigh Rose knew that they could not bring up a baby with two very different bloodlines. So they whisked her off to a muggle Orphanage, forgetting that they were magical. Growing up there in the orphanage, Tatum could not stand it. She knew deep down that she was important and deserved better than a poverty stricken Orphanage.Tatum recently received her letter to attend Beauxbatons and has started to pack her things. Tatum was unemotional when she first received the letter, she couldn't understand why she had to keep the Academy a secret. But deep down she knew that if she wouldn't she would get in trouble as well as getting something, someone, or somethings in trouble. She quickly felt relieved that she was finally going to leave the Orphanage, she just dreaded to leave Lucita behind. Leaving the Orphanage behind is the best thing Tatum can do.[/size]

Personality: Tatum has two rich blood lines flowing through her system.She has the evil that comes from her father and the beauty that comes from her mother. This would often make Tatum have drastic changes in her mood quite often. She would scare the other children at the orphanage unintentionally, so they soon learned to just give Tatum everything thing that she wanted. Tatum has never been to a school, although at the Orphanage, classes were offered to some of the children. She took the basics. She's never known that she was a witch, and hopes that at Beauxbatons she'll find a reason as to why she is who she is and who her parents are. Tatum will probably have a hard time adjusting and being in classrooms, she rather go to the loo and smoke a pack. Or she rather run free in the common room while class is in session. Tatum can be a b*tch and she can take crap but, as well as dish it out. She can be the perfect angel, and the best friend and the best girlfriend, until someone does something wrong and makes her mad. Watch out boys, she's a fiery one! One would mention that she could be consider Bi-Polar.[/size]

Sample RP: As Tatum reread her crinkled letter that she received only days ago from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Tatum packed her book bag. That was all that was offered to her from the Orphanage staff. She was so happy to finally getting out of the place, that she had tears streaming down her face. She could barely make out the letters because blotches were made on the parchment. She wiped the tears away with the back of her sleeve and sniffed. She wasn't going to miss the place, but she was going to miss her old friend, Lucita. They had been bed mates since Lucita accidentally spilled Grape Juice on Tatum's bed back when they were four. Tatum, of course, had blown up on her, and surprisingly Lucita blew right back up at her. Tatum had never experienced that, and quickly became friends with the girl. Tatum frowned as her thoughts surfaced to the present. She didn't know what she was going to tell Lucita, for she was instructed to not tell a soul about magic from what the letter stated.

Putting a photo from her childhood in her bag, she heard Lucita's footsteps near. She jumped up and twirled around. She was about to blow up on her best friend for sneaking up on her, but realized that Lucita had tears in her eyes. Tatum quickly changed moods and opened her arms for her. She embraced her childhood friend and let some more tears slip from her eyes. She pulled back from Lucita and looked into her watery eyes. Wiping her eyes, she said, "Lucita, I'll write to you everyday! I swear." Tatum sniffed and tried to make her nose stop producing snot. Tatum realized that what she said made Lucita worse. Tatum opened herself up to a new mood, a horror struck mood. "Did someone hurt you?" Tatum screamed as she looked around their room upstairs. There were twelve more beds and only three other children in the room, the looked about the age of seven. They quickly scampered off, for fear they would be punished.

Lucita looked at Tatum and frowned and forced out a laugh. "No Tatum. No one has hurt me. And I know you will write to me everyday. But you see, you cannot. I've been adopted, only minutes ago. By...by..." Lucita struggled to get her words out and Tatum was beginning to lose her patience. How could Lucita be adopted, on the day that she has to leave for some boarding academy called Beauxbatons. Tatum rubbed Lucita's arms in encouragement. That seemed to do the trick, because soon she was talking again.

"By a family that lives in Antarctica. We wouldn't be getting the post, and they only go out of the country for food every other month. So there's no way we could set up a mailing schedule. I guess this good bye is for real good bye." Lucita said to Tatum as she passed her going for her own small bag. She began to stuff her memorabilia into it and burst into loud sobbing. Tatum walked to her and hugged her, holding her like a mother would. Tatum was at a loss for words, she was about to board a train to Beauxbatons and lose her very best friend. Soon, Tatum found herself sobbing with Lucita. How could this be? Tatum asked herself as she blinked away stray tears. Lucita felt Tatum change moods and threw herself on Tatum. Tatum was about to break lose and throw her biggest fit ever, if it weren't for Lucita.

After a minute of being pinned to the dusty floor, Tatum slowed her breathing. She knew that she couldn't fight Lucita off. So she just lay there, blinking up at the old ceiling. She got up and patted Lucita once on her back with a nod. That was Tatum's goodbye, but it was her way of saying 'See You Later', for she vowed silently to herself, that once she graduated from Beauxbatons, she will save Lucita from Antarctica. Tatum raced down the stairs to the front of the Orphanage, passed out the front door and never stopped to take another glance at it.[/size]

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Please expand on her history and personality.
What was it like growing up in an Orphanage? How did she
find out about her parents? What was her reaction to that?
And how did she react to recieving her letter from Beauxbatons?
Once these have been addressed, it will be possible to sort
her.

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Fixed ;D


I still don't feel like your history is long enough..
but Must be Sournois.
Oh, and there is to be no smoking in the academy.

[fleurribseighteen1]

Appearance:My name is Fleur I'm fourteen, I'm a girl who has long silvery hair that is usually in a ponytail, bun, braid, or just down. When Fleur smiles her cheek bones raise high and she has dimples on both sides. She only wears lipstick, eyeshadow, and blush for makeup. But when it comes to special events she wears lots of makeup.
Fleur usually wears jean shorts and a tank top with straps that wrap around her neck, and to bring it all together she wears her boots.
History: Fleur lives with her veela/witch mother who's name is Calyn, her muggle father who's name is Daren, her older brother Mason, and her younger sister Gaby.

Please fix your display name to match your application,
And please use the code provided.

[pascallevesque]

First Name:
Pascal
Last Name:
Lévesque
Age:
16
Appearance:
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(The celebrity is Max Theriot)

History:

Pascal comes to Beauxbâtons all the way from the province of Québec in Canada where he was born in the magical village. The village, much like Hogsmeade, is a settlement inhabited solely by magical beings and is hidden, by a variety of charms and jinxes from muggle eyes. The village itself is an ancient one with roots in the colonial history of New France in Canada when the first French wizards and witches had come to the New World in order to extend diplomatic magical relations with the native shamans of North America. While all English Canadians attend the famous magical school in Salem, French Canadians such as Pascal are sent to Beauxbatons, in France, for their magical education. Because he comes from so far away, his French, like that of all Quebecois, may seem antiquated and reminiscent of older dialects spoken in France.

Pascal’s mother, Mme. Madeleine Valérie was a gentle, quiet witch, the last of nine daughters born to a rich, aristocratic magical family that claims a lineage of descent from the very oldest magical families in ancient Rome. Against her family’s gentle discouragement, she fell in love with the muggle M. Lévesque and she eloped with him, running away from the village, renouncing her wand and living in the great muggle city of Montreal, just kilometres from the village. She soon became pregnant with Pascal but for reasons she never spoke of, her marriage to M. Lévesque did not work out and she sought refuge with her family to escape her abusive husband. Her family took her back in, accepting her and the child she carried into their lives. Pascal was soon born in the magical village of Notre-Dame-de-la-Théurgie.

For most of his life, Pascal was quite a normal boy, quite disinterested in magic and showing no magical prowess. Never did he seem to show the signs, as all other magical children do, of unfocused and uncontrolled powers that “blossom” and wreak harmless havoc. His grandparents were even worried that he may have been born a squib.

As was common among North American magical families, Pascal attended a private school of Sacré-Coeur in the city of Montréal under less than a dozen spells that would ever keep him from slipping and revealing to muggles the existence of the magical community. Half of his childhood was spent exploring the streets of the great city, its libraries, museums and the great Mount Royal. The other half was spent in the village fields, exploring, dreaming and reading. When Pascal was of age, he was withdrawn from Sacré-Coeur once his family received the offer of admission letter from Beauxbâtons. He was, in fact, the first to read the letter and he was saddened almost immediately at the thought of leaving his beautiful village and far worse, his beautiful city. He gently petitioned his grandfather, the patriarch and head of the family, even begging for English lessons so he could attend the much closer school, Salem Academy. His pleas were left unheard. The day before his flight to France, his family took him to Chemin de Goétie in Montréal, a kind of Diagon Alley and the next day he was on a plane.

Personality:

Pascal had always been a very quiet yet carefree and joyful child and this temperament carried on, into his preteen and teenage years. At Sacré Coeur, he was quite shy and reserved, usually avoiding muggle friendships by poking his nose into a book. After school, he would wander the streets of Montréal, wide-eyed and with a smile on his face, as his imagination soared and he pretended to be the characters he had read about in the books. He was content to be alone away from his cousins, away from the students at his school and away from his family.

As he grew older, his tastes become much more scholastic. He had a thirst for knowledge and an instinctive quest for truth. He drew and wrote often in his notebook in cafés or in his father’s library, detailing, critiquing and expounding on all that he had learned, be it philosophy or music or astronomy. However, though reserved and quiet, he always remained joyful always smiling and dreamily staring off into space before hastily opening up a new notebook, writing and labelling a diagram of an orchid, an eyeball or a butterfly.

The day before his flight to France, Pascal had his first kiss and it was with another boy. The change in him was obvious as his parents found him wandering the Chemin de Goétie. He seemed troubled, lost in his thoughts, without a smile, scarcely pulling out his notebook, nor even caring about his new set of textbooks or his wand.

Sample RP:

He sighed, leaning back against his chair and closing his eyes. The soft roar of the engines and that occasional cough from another plane passenger reached him as if through water. He could see the outline of the moon from behind his closed eyelids and he could feel that kiss again. He shuddered and goosebumps erupted all across his body. With a violent intake of breath, he blinked his eyes rapidly and realised that the tip of his blanket had just grazed his lips. I just made out with my own blanket and thought it was him. He let out another sigh and looked out at the moon again, pensive.

He never had much of an interest in girls but until yesterday, neither did he really pay attention to boys. And that’s not to say – no, don’t even suggest it, that’s not to say he actually liked Marc Giroux, the boy was revolting, but the kiss had grazed his delicate heartstrings. Come to think of it, could he even imagine himself with a girl? Having to buy her roses and flowers and chocolate and romance her and read her poetry and... Maybe he just had old-fashioned ideas of love. He’d much rather sit around with a guy and read each other’s poetry or debate with a guy about functional semantics or have cook with a guy or just... With a guy. He’d much rather just... with a guy. It can’t be. I can’t be. I mean...

... A passenger coughed again...
... Forget this.

Craning his neck, he looked down at Montréal through his tiny window. The plane had just taken off good ten minutes ago and his vista was still slanted, being able to catch a glimpse of the l’Ile Dorval, the island and its cottages, just off the cost of his beloved city. That island, with that willow tree that no muggle ever approaches... under the branches of that tree was his village, his heartbeat, that was the rhythm of his music. And now this. This sterile, mechanical, cylindrical flying vehicle that leaks pollution, smells like Tupperware and gives him nothing to do but to imagine boys. Oh, Catherine. If only, Grandpère Julien had taught me English, I’d be with you in Salem. If only...

Why had his mother even insisted on riding an airplane? Why not just floo powder? The international fee was nothing for his family. Under normal circumstances, he’d delight in being higher than the clouds, fluffy sometimes like cotton mounds – just like these ones! – and jagged and hard like icebergs if you were high up enough. Normal circumstances was not today because today, Pascal decided he would be honest with himself.

Hesitantly at first, he reached into his bag, his fingers searching, grasping and finally tripping on something wooden and hard. Something that warmed up on contact with his skin. He pulled it out. Black, tendons of a minotaur, quite inflexible and a good wand to work with in theoretical and experimental magic. He replayed those words several times in his mind, the very words that the wand’s shop owner had said to him. He closed his eyes again, searching his soul and again he felt that heat in his fingers, where he touched the wand, that heat on his lips as if someone was kissing him and that heat in his heart...

Must be Cossu!

[juliet adelle !]

First Name:

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Juliet
M[/font]iddle Name(s):[/b][/size][/color]
Elizabeth, Rose, Ember, Solaria
L[/font]ast Name:[/b][/size][/color]
Adelle
N[/font]icknames:[/b][/size][/color]
Julie, Liza, Rosie, Em, & Lala
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Pure-Blood
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15
B[/font]irthday:[/b][/size][/color]
February 14th
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Arctic Wolf
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-Telekinesis
-Telepathy
-Cryokinesis.
-Clairvoyance
-Wielding The Elements(All 4)
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F[/font]amily:[/b][/size][/color]
Calista Adelle - Pure Blood - Guardian
Isabel Adelle - Pure Blood - Guardian
James Zyphyr - Pure Blood - Deceased Father
Cameron Zypher - Pure Blood - Deceased Mother
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Apollo & Artemis - Rabbit & Kitten
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Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.
Born on the coldest valentines day in her parent's lives in New York City, New York as it started to snow outside heavily keeping everyone in for weeks. Her birth brought joy to her parents, especially once they brought her home for the first time since she was born. The little girl adjusted well to her new surroundings and in not time was causing to much trouble for her parents as they ran after her around the house by the time she was able to walk. Juliet wasn't the best child, slept only during the day and was constantly longing to be outside at night even as a baby. There was just something about the night sky which amazed Juliet so much more then her baby toys and such. Once she started school her parents were so proud of how well she did in school, how easily she learned and memorized colors, numbers, and letters. Juliet was able to write her name in clear cursive by the time she had begun the first grade and could write full sentences by the end of it. Most of the other students ignored her because they found her as 'uncool' or a 'nerd'. But that really wasn't the case with juliet, she just loved to make her parents proud so she did the best she possibly could to keep them that way.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
When Juliet became nine and went into the fourth grade a terrible thing happened at the beginning of the year. As she was away at school for the second week that year her parents were murdered by a well known serial killer. Thankfully juliet wasn't the first to find them sprawled out on the living room floor since it would have probably scared her for life, but she did see them take her parents away in those terrible black bags. After that she moved in with her aunt and uncle and went back to school a month later only to be treated like crap by the students who had learned what had happened. They would make fun of her and once she started to cry they would ask her if she wanted her mommy and daddy then walked away laughing. It was one of the worst things juliet has ever had to go through, but soon after that two women, seeming to be in their early twenties named calista and Isabel, showed up at her school and claimed to be their guardians. Her aunt & uncle did not object to them adopting juliet and her living with them. The women did just that and took her away to France to live with them until she was 18.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
after moving in with isabel and calista they explained to her that she was descended from a powerful line of witches and wizards and would one day hopefully live up to their titles. Everything came as a shock to juliet as she watched her guardians show her they were not lying and preformed a big of magic for her. It didn't take her long to get used to the idea of being a witch, actually she rather liked the feeling she got after practicing a spell or two with her guardians. A bit after she was settled into her new life her guardians forced her to take violin, piano, harp, singing, and ballet classes every summer until she was 15, but even now she still does them. They told her it was for her own good and that men loved a girl who could do much more then cook and clean. But once she was 13 she had already decided what she was going to do in life, make her own clothing, cosmetics, perfume, shoe, and purse design called 'Green with Envy'. She wasn't sure if her guardians would approve so she's kept it a secret all these years from most, well actually all.

It wasn't until she was 14 once she learned she had more then just normal powers. Juliet had telekinesis, telepathy, cryokinesis, clairvoyance and was able to fully control every element known to most witches and wizards. She didn't find out about them in the best way possible, it was when she was at her dance partner's birthday party. She had turned the pool's water to ice and when she became scared the candles on the cake burned more intensely, the trees around her started to grow at an intense rate, the cups & plates were moving all around her and hitting the sides of the hose, and she almost created a tornado. Finding out about her telepathy the next day at school when everyone was talking about how much of a freak she was or even thinking about it. It wasn't the best experience in the world, but later everyone had somehow forgotten about it rather quickly.

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Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Like most girls Juliet is very caring of her friends, family, and even those she doesn't know yet. She hates to see people hurt physically, since she's afraid of blood, as well as emotionally, since she knows how the feel since she's gone through it. A lot of the time people can find her helping a classmate find their way or avoid a bully in school. Or even helping to nurse an animal back to health or even generally taking care of her guardians. When it comes to friends she's always there by their side and helping them however she really can and with family she mostly spends her time at home taking care of them and making sure everyone is having a good time. And because of this her guardian, Isabel, makes a joke of it calling juliet the world's maid.

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
No matter how hard most try they can never get Juliet to do something she wasn't willing to do from the start. Even as a child she could tell right from wrong, good from evil, & friend from enemy. She's not stupid and she knows what her parents would and wouldn't approve of her doing if they were still alive today. Whenever she is asked to try something she knows could be bad she always asks herself 'what would mama say?' Though Juliet can think for herself she spends most of her time trying to make her dead parents and her guardians proud of the choices she made throughout the years.

Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
Even at a young age Juliet was able to understand the effect that her parent's death had on her, which was pretty big at the time. Because of her experience with death she's been able to go through it and let go of things more easily then others. Even though at times it becomes rather difficult for her she just keeps telling herself 'And, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of Heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun. Quoting William Shakespeare was something she did/does often as a child and even now as a teenager. It seems as though his words are the only way she can truly describe her feelings or anything else, which most find as nerdy.

The golden age is before us, not behind us.
Though her childhood was full of people who wanted nothing more then to bring her down in life, she's still a very friendly and outgoing person. She loves to meet new people and find out more about them, their family, and where they came from. Some find this to be an odd thing to do, but she finds it perfectly normal, since curiosity is a normal human behavior. At times she can be pretty shy, especially around men, but once a bond has been formed she's very open and loyal to all her friends. Once she's friends with someone they're friends for life, she tends to keep up with all her friends over the years, even those from her Pre-K years.

Such as we are made of, such we be.
Ever since the day she was adopted by her guardians she was placed, well rather forced, into violin, harp, piano, and ballet classes. Though the only reason her guardians still give her today for putting her into all those classes at once was to 'see how she handles stress and learning new things all at once.' Now knowing how her being stress was any of their concern she knows it was all for her own good and to get her ready for her new environment and school she'd be going to. Over the years Juliet's learned to love and appreciate music as well as find she had/has a natural talent for it as well as dance. Even so she still peruses both in hopes of keeping on her guardian's good side, she has taken up a passion for fashion design and hopes that one day she will be able to create her own line of clothing, shoes, jewelry, cosmetics, perfume, & purses called 'Green with Envy'.

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It had been a while since she had really danced in front of an audience, and even though she knew it would be small she was still more nervous then most. Juliet knew she was a graceful and natural dancer and that she would be great once it was her turn to go on. But she still had a bit of doubt brewing up inside of her as she looked at her dance partner, Adam Valdeth, the best male dancer at the school. Calm down girl. You know you can do this, adam is here to help you succeed and you know he really wants you to nail your part as best you possibly can, thought juliet as she took her place on the side of the stage and waited for adam to go on. Juliet Elizabeth Rose Ember Sola Adelle you do the best you possibly can you hear me? She could easily recognize the voice in her head, it was her guardian isabel. As she looked out to the audience she saw calista waving at her with a large smile on her face.

The lights quickly dimmed after that as the ones on stage changed from white to different shades of blues and greens. Juliet and Adam would be doing the best scene from cinderella, the final scene. She was clearly cinderella and he was her prince charming, the two were so much like their characters but they knew they'd be nothing more then friends. As Adam stepped onstage juliet quickly followed from the other side and they started to dance as gracefully and beautifully as they possibly could. Executing every move flawlessly and making it all look easy leaving the audience aw struck. Juliet felt good about her dance once she and adam went into the final pose while listening to the loud rawr of the audience then finally bowed and walked offstage hand-in-hand with adam.

Once they were hidden by the curtains the two embraced in the biggest hug ever known in history and adam placed a small kiss on juliet's forehead causing her to blush a bit. Everyone congratulated them on having the best dance of the show backstage and the two laughed, smiled, and hugged as many people as they possibly could. After a few moments her guardians finally made it to juliet's dressing room and the three did nothing but smile at each other for the rest of the ride home. Momma, Daddy, I hope you two known I dedicated that perfect dance to you. I miss you so much, she thought as she sat in the car waiting to arrive back at their house.

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Must be Cossu!

[donnie]

First Name: Donald “Donnie” Myles
Last Name: Malone
Age: 17
Appearance: Donnie is roughly 6' tall and still growing, weighing in at about 160lbs. He's not extremely skinny, but he's not exactly well built either, most of his muscles visibly accumulating on his arms (mostly the upper arms) and his shoulders. He has blue eyes that can either be very pale or very vibrantly coloured. His hair is naturally a fair brown colour, but he does go through stages or bleaching it or having bits of blonde in it. He generally keeps it longish...well, long for a guy, anyway.

History: Donnie was born on a cold day in December. December 22nd to be exact to loving parents, Alexandré and Marie, both of his parents being pure blood. He was brought up in the east end of London and this is very apparent through his accent, though it has worn off a great deal since he moved to France with his father to be with the rest of his family. They moved a few days after his mother's death, his father not wishing to stay in the house they had lived in because of the memories it provoked, making it harder for him to move on.

It was difficult for Donnie to fit in to Beauxbatons to begin with due to his accent, but luckily, it faded quickly, allowing him to fit in better. His accent hasn't completely gone, but it's not as strong as it used to be. It wasn’t difficult for his father to ‘move on’ once they were in France, however. The day Donnie's mother died, she had been in a terrible accident when Donnie was 10 years old. His mother worked for the Ministry and knew there was a great deal of danger revolving around her job, she just never thought it would get to her.

His father’s less than perfect personality got him into a lot of trouble, people commenting on his frivolous nature, angering him and getting him into fights that he couldn’t really afford to be having. His mother would have hated the idea of him being in trouble, yet he was doing it anyway because people were provoking him. It wasn’t on. He never said a word to his father about the things people were saying, even though he knew they were true. He never had it out with him, letting her carry on the way she was. He had to move on somehow, didn’t he?

Donnie is settling into being at Beauxbatons, keeping himself to himself for now, but hoping to fit in a little better eventually, hoping against hope that his father will change his ways while Donnie is busy with school. It would be so perfect if his father finally settled down or something and brought stability back into Donnie's life. That's all he wants really. Well, that's all he wants of his family life...for now, of course. Things change every day, he appreciates that. He just looks forward to what the future will bring.

Personality: Donnie has quite a confident, bubbly and flirty personality once he has settled in within a new place. Alongside having a bubbly personality, Donnie can be quite cheeky and gets away with it with a flash of his trademark cheeky grin. He doesn't like it when he doesn't get what he wants and will have a major strop until that is changed. He can go from his normal bubbly self to very moody in less than a second, if provoked. He is very laid back, quite optimistic and can get along with everyone when he wants to.

Being as his father is his main influence in his life now, he hasn't been able to settle either, never really having a proper girlfriend or anything because he didn't think he was capable of it and that he didn't deserve that. This makes him seem like a heart breaker, of sorts, but he can't really help that, considering his main influence now. He certainly does like to party, like any teenage boy surely does, which was probably what destroyed his time at Hogwarts. He doesn't like to be the centre of attention, but when he is, he makes the most of it, trying to be the funniest person in a room.

Sample RP:

Donnie couldn’t believe and had only just come to realize that he’d pretty much wasted the last six years of his Hogwarts education, worrying about getting everything right and worrying about what people though about him, not bothering to make friends because he was afraid of being judged. Why had it taken him until his last summer to actually come out of his shell? It’s not like he’d done anything particularly different to his previous summers. Yet now, he was moving to Beauxbatons...great...

It was as if somewhere in the duration of the summer, something in his mind kind of went ‘You know what? Screw what people think. Show them all what Donald Myles Malone can really be like.’ Yeah, well, not quite 'Donald', cause he pretty much hated that name, more just 'Donnie'. He figured that was his father’s personality finally coming through in his persona. It could really have been a large number of things that had made him suddenly change. Maybe it wasn’t sudden, maybe it was just him not realizing.

He needed to stop thinking about it. He was different: what could he really do about it now? Now, he was starting up at a new school and was ready to show everyone what he was made of. Although, aimlessly wandering down a corridor wasn’t exactly doing that now, was it? Up ahead of him, Donnie heard footsteps, followed by a door opening and closing. He scowled as he continued to move down the corridor. He continued to walk, looking at the first door he came to.

The sounds had been pretty close, so surely this was it. He put his head closer to the door. That was odd. He couldn’t hear anything from inside and he was pretty sure someone must be in there. It wasn’t as if the floors were quiet when someone walked on them. Even in the softest soled shoes, you could hear someone coming from a few floors away. His head and shoulder now resting against the door, he put the fingertips of his left hand on the door handle, ready to open it.

He looked up and down the corridor, as if he weren’t supposed to be there, before spinning the handle round with his fingertips, the door opening due to his weight being against the door. He kept it quite a controlled motion, not wanting to look a completely prat by just falling into the room. He took in his surroundings for a moment before noticing who was in the room. He had seen her before. He was certain of that. “Um, I’m sorry, I’m not barging in or anything, am I?” he questioned, realizing that he pretty much had, with him having let his weight open the door.

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He seems like he belongs in Sournois to me..

[eva]

First Name:
evanna sydney

Last Name:
phoenix

Age:
eighteen

Blood:
¼ veela (mother)
¼ vampiric (father)
¼ fairy (mother)
¼ pure (father)

Appearance:



History:

Evanna's birth had been a complete accident. Her mother, Michelle Betacourt, had met a mysterious and beautiful man on a trip to Greece. His name was Ryan Phoenix. The two had felt immediate chemistry and from that one glance of an eye from across the room, they were drawn to each other for six straight days without leaving the bedroom. Somewhere in those days, the sperm met the egg and thus the miracle began. Eva was born nine months later to her mother, she never had the chance to meet her father properly until she was eleven. When her father came by he realized that his daughter hadn't inherited his vampiric ability. He, himself, was over 200 years old and even though he had been the one to leave Michelle in bed on that seventh morning, he confessed he was still in love with her. Michelle, feeling the same way, agreed to go forth to the vampiric transformation. Now, Eva grew up a mortal amongst her mother and father - vampires. Eva became a complete vampire when she turned seventeen. So, she has only been a vampire for a year now, and is finding it very hard to restrain herself now when it comes to other humans.

Now, back to Evanna. Eva was born on December 22nd, and she is the only child of the veela-vampire-fairy-pure blooded family. Originally, it had just been her and her mother living in the hills of Scotland, that is until Eva met her father when she turned eleven. Her father had thought she was going to end up going to hogwarts, but he had been mistaken when she hadn't received her letter yet. Late bloomer, he had said to her. Nonetheless, her father stayed with her and showed her magic. One night, when Eva had gone out to collect flowers for her mother's birthday, she had returned and found her mother lying in her bed, unconscious with her father bending over her, blood dripping from his lips. Eva had been shocked and had run to hide in the woods for a night. She had stayed there for a while before she returned a few hours later to find her father ready to explain everything to her. He told her of his and her mother's love, and how he was in fact, a vampire. Eva hadn't been completley shocked, there had been some habits that displayed this after all.

Evanna had been comfortable after her mother turned and didn't mind the fact that there were a few changes in the household. Otherwise, there wasn't anything different. They were all a lot closer now, and her parents began to teach her how the purity of blood was one of the strongest and most powerful ways to live. She had been taught to only marry a pure blood, or someone of nobility and couldn't deny that. She was beautiful and there really wasn't much she could do to get rid of that. She believed her parents, and the message that her blood must remain pure and magical without any trace of muggles. Half-breeds, in her parents' idea were alright, but anything below that - half or muggle born blood was to be spat upon and loathed.

Personality:

Evanna had been raised by her parents to hate most muggle and half bloods. That stayed with her, and now she is very biased when it comes to making decisions like that. Anyone who likes muggles is sometimes considered a blood traitor in her eyes and she loathes them all with a passion. Evanna has a sharp tongue, and it is sometimes known to snap when one angers her. She has the beauty of vampire and veela blood within her and if someone tries to think she's completley helpless, that is untrue. She is stubborn and harsh sometimes, and she is cold toward people who seem beneath her. She has a heart, however, and will give it to the right person if they come along. She likes to read romance novels and adventure and mystery books sometimes, but only at night when there is not much else to be done.

She will drink the blood of humans until they die, and she will not deny that fact if someone asks. But that isn't because she wants them dead, it's because she lacks the restraint some 100 or over year olds would have. Eva isn't necessarily looking to control herself, but she does envy those who don't have to worry about drinking blood. Back at her family's home, she had been taught some forms of restraining herself, but at other times she couldn't and some of her servents had been killed at her hand. She felt no remorse after those moments though, and still isn't sure she'd feel that now. Like I said, she is a harsh being and isn't one to be tampered with for fear of pain or death.

Sample RP:

"I can't believe you didn't tell me you were a muggle!" Evanna screeched at her now ex-boyfriend, Toby. Her eyes were slits and her lips were so tightly pursed together they created a straight line. Her mother and father could surely hear her at the pitch of the yell, but she didn't really care. "How many times have I had to tell you that muggles are scum," she hissed, "and that the whole lot of them should get out of this world before I get my hands on them..." her voice was a deathly whisper now as she glared at the boy. He was at her height of five foot nine, but looked a little shorter as she wore her two inch heels. "I could give you a ten minute head start, but we all know who'd win anyway." she drawled casually, grasping his shoulder with a firm grip and pushing him up against the wall of the dark alley she had met him in. An hour ago he had gone to her home and asked to speak with her outside. He had said he needed to tell her something important. When he had asked the simple favor of "please don't get angry" she had just stood there and crossed her arms across her chest and glared at him.

And now his face was white with fear and hers was completely sharp and ready for anything. The desire inside of her, yearning for his blood was beginning to take over her body, and before she knew what she was doing, she leaned forward and placed her lips gently against his neck. They parted, revealing the two sharp fangs she kept out of view of most people, and they bit into the boy's neck. At first, his face was contorted in pain from the sharpness of her teeth, but soon the endorphins took over, giving him the look of pure bliss. Eva was using compulsion on him, and it was strong. It was so strong, that she turned it the other way. Compulsion was given to vampires, and they used it to convince people of things. Most humans could succumb to it like a fat man went to McDonald's, and vampires found that useful. Eva continued to drink the delicious liquid and anyone walking by would think that she was simply kissing his neck. Thankfully, none walked by at all. Toby's body was weakening and Eva's was growing stronger every second she drank and then it hit him. Her compulsion was making him feel immense pain and Eva had done it to him - his face was growing slack and his eyes were growing wide. He was beginning to thrash around, but her strength kept him pinned to the wall for her pleasure.

Soon, his body felt completley limp and she felt every last drop of blood had been taken into her system. She backed off of the body and let it fall to the stone floor. She sighed and closed her eyes, licking her lips in satisfaction. But glancing down at his dead body, she felt her heart stop (metaphorically speaking) at the sight of his body. She had loved him, didn't she? No. a voice inside her said, No, you loved what you thought he was. It was as simple as that. She tore her eyes away from the body at the sound of approaching footsteps. She saw a worried couple crossing the street. Eva blinked, she didn't want to kill two innocent people tonight - they were muggles, but she didn't want to kill those who didn't know of her world. She sped off, the wind whipping her face, her blonde ponytail flying behind her. She slowed down about three blocks over and looked behind her, just in time to see the anxious couple walk into the alley. She felt a bit sad for them to have to see this, but what was done was done. She turned her back on the death and pain she had caused and kept on walking.

Must be Sournois!

[amieelovett]

first name -

amiee

middle name -

veronica

last name -

lovett

age -

sixteen

birthday -

july 10th 1993

appearance -


(c) SANDRA AT THE DISCO @ caution 2.0

Amiee was never the show stopper at any of her schools - never one to
cause the crowd to stop in adoration for her. To be honest, most people
hated her attitude more than admired her clothing style. Her pale blonde
hair rests in layers on her shoulders, a simple block fringe covering
her eyes. Her deep, dark blue eyes are small in size but, with help from a
hefty amount of liquid eyeliner give them a more defined look from her
heart-shaped face. Amiee has never grown over five foot two inces herself
but has gained help from heels which take her up to a maximum of
five foot six - any higher and she would topple over. Many people at her
muggle school called her 'anorexic' due to how thin she was through out
the year - to be honest, Amiee couldn't care less. The blonde was born thin
and was definately born to exploit that fact. Her pale skin tone adds the
effect of thinness and, with a punk rock style to her wardrobe, rules
the fact that she is an individual. Not just another lemming on a cliff edge.

history -

Most people like to believe that, within every little girl, there is an angel - one
that would make her become the perfect wife, mother and rolemodel to
anyone else. Amiee, on the other hand, was never born innocent or
caring. Her mother and step-father never actually wanted a child in their
life but, after Tasmin had a one night stand - the baby was already on the
way by the time they had figured out. Most of her friends expected
Joseph to walk away from the relationship before any damage could be done
- he didn't budge. Even though he did not want to become father, let alone
step-father, to something that was a mistake - he stayed to help the woman
he loved. Days at a time would pass as Amiee developed inside of her
mother, her father still unknown to everyone other than the mother and her
step-father became more and more abusive towards Tasmin daily as she
wouldn’t give up on the baby. He didn’t want to love something that
wasn’t a pure-blood and, even though there was a slight chance, the baby
was bound to be something other than pure. A vampire, perhaps? Maybe
the biological father was part Veela? These questions would take years –
even tens of years – to answer. Her mother would never spill about her past
‘relationships’, not even the one that had brought her soon-to-be daughter
to life within her.

Date – July 10th 1993
Time – 03:19 am
Full Name – Amiee Veronica Lovett

After nine months of torturous waiting and praying about the welfare of the
child, Amiee finally made her way into the real life and all the problems that
for her in reality. Tasmin was first to hold the baby girl, followed by
her step-father Joseph. During the wait, the two had decided to get married
before the baby was born – mainly to stop any speculation by his friends
about whether he was going to leave his love to raise the child on her
own as a single parent. The whole idea of marriage was one to back up
the fact that, no matter what, Joseph would love both Tasmin and
Amiee for as long as he and they lived.

The first few years were easy – both Tasmin and her husband had decent
jobs that paid enough money for the family to become stable. Life seemed
liveable from all angles but, contary to how they acted out of the house,
cracks in the family began to show. Especially between the parents.
Joseph was desparate to find out whether Amiee was a pure-blood or
not before he decided to stay or not. Tasmin, on the other hand, really
didn't want to put her daughter through that at an early age for her
step-father's gain. The squables got worse and worse over the coming
weeks before Joe finally snapped. At around midnight, he robbed his
step-daugther from her cot and fled from their home, from Tasmin and
what he thought were stupid rules. Once the mother had woken, there
was no way of tracing Amiee or Joe - they'd left no clues and no trail back.

From then on, Amiee was raised on the road until she was fourteen -
sleeping in motels and hostels rather than her own bed - and was told
lies every day by her step-father to decrease the chance of the blonde
wanting to locate her mother. The biggest lie was one that her mother
was dead, killed by a death eater. Just the mention of that word made
the girl squerm - one of the first ever 'magical' terms her father had
taught her was the thing that killed her only known blood relative.
Since Amiee was now under Joseph's rules, he went to have her tested
to see about her DNA; fingers crossed, he hoped that the match would
be a known pure-blood. He would never be able to let it go if he was raising
a half-blood under his roof. When the top match came through, he
tutted to himself - almost like he dismissed the idea. Amiee's father used
to live next door to them until he passed away in a fire a few weeks prior.
Luckily for Joseph, his next door neighbour was a wizard - a pure one too.

The pair continued their travels for the next year and a half before they
settled down in Paris, France for a while. Joseph knew it was only time till
Amiee was asked to join a school for witchcraft and wizardry and, sending
her back to Hogwarts, could mean that her mother could trase her back.
The best bet in his mind was Beauxbatons; one of the last places Tasmin
would think of looking for her daughter. When the letter arrived, Amiee
instantly accepted the invite - wanting to start a proper life in a decent school.
No more travelling, no more running around the world - just a normal life.

personality -

Amiee never was the stereotypical angel of a girl - she swore almost
everyday in almost every sentence and if she talked to a girl, she was more
likely to insult them rather than ask to join them. Her attitude wasn't great
either. The blonde was always vain, concentrating more on her appearance
rather than how she acted and - even though she wasn't head of the
school - most of the students still feared her as much as the next popular
girl. Typically, the girl didn't have many friends who truely liked her; she
prefered to be alone during and after school anyway. She mostly grew
up alone with her mother's widow - not exactly the most talkative house.

Amiee also picked up her hatred for muggle-borns, blood traitors and,
well, mainly everyone who wasn't a pure-blood from her father's hatred
that would dominate any talking point. Her biased opinion affects who she
would be friends with, who she would date and even who she would talk to.
The blonde was also a well-known lier - just like her step-father - who
would lie to everyone just to pass the blame for something she had
done to someone else. A selfish, rapacious way but benificial to her status.

Even though she has never stopped voicing her own opinions about life,
Amiee would always think about what she wants to say before stating
it to make sure the words have the desired effect. She also has a very
short fuse on her temper and even one person mentioning her name
could start her off for the day. People may not like her mood, attitude or
temper, but it gave the blonde a stronger back bone and some individuality.

sample rp -

Another morning had risen over the hills that surrounded Beauxbatons
as Amiee sat on the window sill, note pad and pen in hand. She had taken
to writing in her diary as sort of a record to refelect on when she was older
but it was more currently used to insult different people. Coming to the
school was meant to be a fresh start in life - perhaps even a chance to make
some friends of some kind - but so far, every thing was turning out the
same as at her muggle school. People didn't like her stroppy, i-need-every-thing
attitude that she had on every day of her life. Some even still thought that
the blonde was anorexic; just like so many others had done previously. Was
it wrong to be that thin and still be walking around? Amiee didn't think so.

Scribbling out furiously at something she had just written down, the
sixteen year old leant back on the stone pillar that had been supporting
her back. Why, after so long of hating everything, did the girl finally feel
like she was missing something? Sure, she had friends - all pure-blood
friends - but why was there still a gap? Maybe it was time to branch out
slightly but, even though Amiee was now at a school where her step-father
couldn't control her thoughts, that would be betraying the only one that
actually loved her for who she was. The insultive, vain and minipulative
girl that she had been for so many years; there was no way she could change.

Sighing an inaudiable sigh, the blonde closed the note pad that rested on
her legs and lowered herself down off the sill before she fell. Just one false
move could send her tumbling down to either on the floor or into someone
else passing by. Not something that she wanted to happen. As she slid
herself down the side of the wall carefully, the small heel on her pumps
latched itself between two of the stones that formed the wall, causing
her to topple forward. To Amiee, it all happened so quick in her mind that
it took a few minutes to realise that someone had stopped her before she
took a possibly fatal blow to the floor. God knows who had decided to.

'Are you okay? That fall looked nasty...'

With a deep breath in, Amiee gazed up at the hand being offered down
to her to help her back up to her feet. She grabbed hold of the hand and,
with the help from the wall, hoisted herself back up - straightening
down her dress before even considering who had helped her. Her sharp, blue
eyes glanced up at student who was kind enough, or just didn't know
who she was, to keep the blonde living. A tall boy stood in front of her,
one she hadn't seen around before. Scruffy brunette hair with a tint
of blonde and deep blue eyes that shone in the rising sun, wearing
Rouerie robes. She tore her hand away from his at the sight of the Rouerie
badge and grabbed her white tote bag off the floor. How could she have
been stupid enough to let someone from Rouerie help her? For all she
knew, he could have been a half-blood or worse; maybe even a new muggle
born that had no idea of the split. Flicking her hair off her shoulder, she
turned and walked down the corridor to some place else. Even as he
tried to call her back, Amiee never even flinched to turn back around. Why
would she need to go back? Everything that she needed was in her bag.

The boy knelt down and picked up what the blonde had left on the floor,
glancing at the open page - coated in notes and doodles. One word caught
his eye that seemed to be repeated over and over again in her scrawles.

Tasmin.

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[lilliarose]

Lilia Rose Hale

Lilia is a 15 year old pureblood witch who is related too two of the most well known and respected french families the Hales and the Meltzer's both have been told abouth througout wizarding history it is believed that they ar two of the first famillies who first attended beauxbatons accdemy with other famillies following in there footsteps.
Liliais the second of three children from Andre & Rose Hale Andre has a succesful busisness which helps other wizards start there own buisnesses and her mother Rose is a house wife. her two sisters are Tahlia and Ellie.

Lilia has bright blue eyes and her long blode hair which falls halfway down her back she has soft pink cheeks a pale-ish complextion she is the envy of many other girls at beauxbatons
she is very talent at charms and enjoys history of magic.

history -
In a small French town lived the noble french family of Hale who for generationds had been scene as a power in france but in these moderns times it was nothing but a name .

the oldest of two brother was to inherit the large family home once both his parents had died and his name was Andre Hale though he hated the fact that he would get all this money and the home and his poor brother was to recieve barley nothing they had came to an agreement that his brother should recieve two thirds of the money and andre should have the other third and the house and it was so that andre succeded in all his exams and finaly left beauxbatons and started a job at a small wizarding buisness this is were he met Rose Clement the daughter of the manager they fell in love at first site and twos year later they were married .

Andre continued to impress his boss and became the assistant manger in the same yeat that his first daughter was born (Ellie)
twos years later lilia was born and she like her mother had shining blonde hair so was given Rose as her middle name.
a year later there yongest daughter Tahlia was born Lilia has always been closer to her younger sister and will do anything for each other.
Lilia had the perfect childhood full of luxary but sh never really cared for money and was a very down to earth child.

Date – 17 th august 2009
Time – 16:19
Full Name – Lilia Rose Hale


personality -

Lillia is known around the school for her wonderful siminging voice which is often heard echoing through the corridors.
lilia is kind a caring and will always help younger and older students with any problems they may have. Eventhough she is proud Pureblood she respects people from all background and has a large social group around beauxbatons.

sample rp -
Lilia was walking over to an empty carriage her handbag swung over her shoulder she was wearing a black and white polka dot top and a knee lenght black skirt and simple black heels she looked around at the other students all waering jeans and jumper she like the fact that she was more sophiticated than her class mates she contiued to walk toward the carriage sometimes stopping and chatting to various fellow students she opened the carriage door to find it was occupied
"Hi do you mind if I sit here"


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[chandra273]

First Name: Chandra
Middle Name: Candra
Last Name: Lowell
Age: 11
Appearance:
Height- 1.4m
Hair- A strawberry blond colour
Eye- A deep Sapphire Blue colour
Skin- Has a slight tan
Other Features- None
History: Chandra and her family are very rough, and her village even rougher, so from an early age Chandra had to learn how to fight.
Chandra meets friends easily so she had lots of friends back home. It was a rough but fun life
Personality: Attitude- Always wants to write, read and have the general knowlage of an Adult but after school always just goes back to being her usual funny self.
Likes- Reading, Writing, Care Of Magical Creaures, Werewolves, Dragons, most sports and plants
Dislikes- Vampires, her brother, colouring, running, buses.
Distinguishing Personality Traits- Her favourite animal has always been some type of Canine has caused her to pick up one or two habits like growling at her brother or if she see someone she doesn't like she digs her nails into whatever she is sitting on. She is also a very good fighter, not so good at Magic dueling but just normal fighting she is good at and it shows because she has a small anger issue. Just a small temper
Sample RP:
Chandra Candra Lowell ran around in circles. "Urgghh, where is it?" she groaned. Chandra had lost her book for her next class and she had to leave in five minutes. "Why, why, why-y-y?" Chandra moaned starting to flare up.
"Umm, chill?" A girl said behind her.
"How can I 'chill' I have lost the Book for my next class!" Chandra shouted.
"Umm, check on your bed" the girl pointed to a bed with a book on it.
"Sorry" Chandra whispered.
"It's alright" the girl called as she walked away.

Please expand on your history

[signoregabriel]

First Name: Gabriel Alessandro

Last Name: Acardi

Age: Fifteen

Appearance:



This teenager, Mister Acardi, stands up above the crowd at the
height of six feet and one and one-fourth inches, always trying
to be noticed. Gabriel’s eyes, a pale blue-green, have always, a-
nd probably always will, be one of his most luring assets. This t-
eenager has learned to work absolute wonders with his eyes,
attracting many girls to him, which in the end turns out to be a
quite rewarding feature. His slightly pale blonde hair, as he oft-
en referred to it in his early childhood, was too bright, and a hi-
ndrance to Gabriel, not matching his personality very well. Gabe
has yet to decide as to whether or not he would want to dye
his hair a darker color, as it just seems like something he would
not be willing to do just because he felt like it. Another thing
that he never took the time to cover, either it was laziness or
he felt it was signature, is a small scar on his left cheek, which
is barely noticeable, but there if you had the patience and ner-
ve to take the time to look at him as closely as it would require.

As for Gabriel’s style in clothing, he almost is never seen in any-
thing but rather fancy clothes; just a t-shirt and sweatpants ha-
ve never been in his mind as what to wear for the next day. In
fact, he isn’t sure if he even owns anything such as that. Alth-
ough he does not like the messy style, he prefers to have his
hair slightly messed up, in contrast to his clothes. Despite his a-
ttitude a lot of the time, he still seems to reel in friends, which
he is usually not seen without. If you were to see Gabriel just
walking around the school, per say, he would have on maybe a
gray suit on with a white long sleeve shirt underneath. His hair
would be messed up just slightly, and his eyes would be rather
unfocused as he looked ahead, while a group of friends surrou-
nded him. Gabriel almost never plans where he would like to go
so there isn’t exactly a spot you would find him every day, doi-
ng something. No, no, no… That is not in his style. More than
likely, Gabriel would show up in some of the most curious place-
s with nothing to do. Being spontaneous isn’t the definition of
Gabriel, but he avoids being boring the best he possibly can.


History:

Gabriel Alessandro Acardi was born on May 19th 1993, in the l-
ovely city of Florence, Italy, to his mother and father, Isabella
and Sebastian Acardi. Gabriel was born to a rather wealthy fam-
ily, with several connections to even wealthier families, which he
rarely acknowledged. Gabriel’s family had a specific group of
families that only really associated with each other due to their
magical blood. It was in these circumstances that Gabriel grew
up. He did not learn very many social skills or how to make frie-
nds, as he was always around the same people, he had no ne-
ed for many introductions or learning names. As Gabe was alw-
ays around the very same group of people, he never really had
the chance to, or particularly wanted to, expand his horizons a
bit and meet new people. He felt a sort of comfort as he was
immediately accepted into the group at birth. In his younger y-
ears, Gabriel was given many luxuries, often not by his own fa-
mily, but by the circles of families that often called themselves
one large family of their own. This wasn’t particularly unusual.
Every family in the “circle” treated the others with extravagant
gifts and group trips all around Italy, and other prominent coun-
tries that interested them. Feeling the security and comfort of
the closeness of the families, Gabriel never felt lonely around t-
hem. However, as many of the children in the group were as
close to siblings as you could get without actually being related,
Gabe did often get annoyed by their presence. Ever so often,
Gabriel wanted to make friends outside of the group, and whe-
n he reached for that, he was reminded that he had all he ne-
eded in t-he safety and security of his own group, and gave up
on the idea that seemed too farfetched to be accepted.

Rarely had Gabriel had girlfriends, or many friends in general for
that matter, the his family did not know personally for quite a
while. Girlfriends were particularly awkward to Gabriel; when he
thought that he was old enough to date, his family preferred
someone who had a family that knew his family for quite a whi-
le, and that only truly applied to the small circle of families. Gab-
riel always had a big of a hard time with that rule; he just could
not date, not to mention marry, someone that he had grown
up with, like a sister. Just the idea of it made Gabriel feel more
awkward than he ever had. It was because of that one rule, G-
abriel never really thought romantically of the women in his life;
they felt too much like sisters for even think like that without
feeling a little sick about it. Gabriel started to view women equ-
ally to men, except for the fact that he always felt a need to
protect them, as his dad said was the right thing for him to do.
However, Gabriel’s father always tried to haunt him with the fa-
ct that he was to marry one of the girl’s in the family’s circle o-
ne day, and he must pick her soon, specifically on his eighteen-
th birthday. In attempt to possibly circumvent his father’s sugg-
estion, Gabriel tried to socialize outside the group, trying to giv-
e himself a few more options, still from prominent families, that
is. However, when Gabe didn’t feel satisfied that he was being
put on a deadline to find the girl of his dreams, he became a lit-
tle stressed out about the situation, and decided that he woul-
d search for the girl of dreams abroad, possibly in a magical sch-
ool in another country, one filled with feisty, strong, and intelli-
gent girls, such as those he knew to attend Beauxbatons Aca-
demy of Magic. Despite this wish, Gabriel still felt discontented
at the thought of leaving all those he left his complete trust in
at home in Florence. For this, Gabriel put his wishes aside.

However, as Gabriel got older, he felt more of a need to drift
away from his original group and make friends that didn’t nece-
ssarily know everything about him ever since he was born. Gab-
riel liked the idea of a new start and some mystery to take with
him. It was at the age of fourteen, the day before his fifteent-
h birthday, that Gabriel asked his parents if he could move to F-
rance so that he may go to the magical school of Beauxbatons.
His family had been there before, on one of their trips, and enj-
oyed their stay. However, Gabriel’s family was more than reluct-
ant to leave the other’s behind. In attempt to salvage the ma-
gical families relationships with each other, and to hide the fact
that they were all indeed magical, Gabriel’s parents shared with
the group that he was going to Beauxbatons, instead of their
own magical school in Italy, where he had attended for two y-
ears already, and he would come back as many times as he co-
uld. They also insured that Gabriel wasn’t leaving forever, and
would come back after a few years to stay, if he wasn’t compl-
etely in love with the school by then, which was accepted en-
ough for Gabriel to feel comfortable enough to go on to Franc-
e without the rest. Although Gabriel’s parents trusted him to
be smart, they still wished that Gabe took someone his age wi-
th him, just in case he get too lonely there. As part of the agr-
eement as well, he was to stay with a prominent and wealthy
French family that his parents knew, and was to write back as
much as he possibly could. Content with the conditions of the
agreement, Gabriel set off to Cannes, France not long after.



Personality:

It probably isn’t much of a surprise to learn that Gabriel has qui-
te a big ego. He always thinks about himself, how he appears
to others, and how he represents himself to the rest of the w-
orld. Gabriel prides himself in what he believes he can do and n-
ever lets anyone try to put him down. Gabriel also always prides
himself in whatever choice he may make. Never in a million yea-
rs would Gabriel openly regret or admit a mistake. Only to thos-
e he truly loves would Gabriel admit that he was wrong or def-
eated in any way. He isn’t exactly a team player, either. If Ga-
briel thinks that he may be doing poorly or someone is doing b-
etter than him in anything, Gabe will most likely claim that they
other cheated, or simply quit before the game is over. He may
be competitive now, but he is trying to learn how to loosen up
a bit; not that anyone beside himself knows this.

Another thing that you probably wouldn’t be surprised to learn
about Mister Acardi, here, is that he is a bit conceited. Along
with his big ego, Gabriel thinks very highly of himself and does
not allow anyone to convince him otherwise. If the situation
did come up where Gabriel had to deal with someone trying to
put him down, more than likely, this fifteen-year-old would pus-
h them, and their thoughts, out of his mind. There are not ma-
ny people on the planet that could change Gabriel’s mind; just
a select few have that power. His absolute best friends are us-
usally in that handful of special souls. However, his best friends
cannot change his opinion on everything and anything that th-
ey choose. Usually, the circumstances would have to be within
the conditions that Gabriel was unsure of his opinion on a matt-
er in the first place, Gabe felt that he was misled when he was
given the information that helped him form his opinion, or Gabr-
iel feels overwhelmed by the argument that his friends put for-
ward Needless to say, Gabriel is a pretty stubborn guy, as tiring
and pointless as it may be for him.

Gabriel has a quiet confidence to himself that wouldn’t be that
hard to miss. Obviously, Gabe isn’t the type that would run aro-
und laughing as loud as he can and fooling around with his frie-
nds to make it appear as though he is cool. That is definitely n-
ot Gabriel. Gabriel would be more the type to only speak when
he felt the need to, and do his best to not put out false infor-
mation, such as that he is shy or unsure of himself. That would
almost never be the case with this teenager. More than anythi-
ng, Gabriel wouldn’t be anything other than who he really is, a-
nd sometimes, who he wants to be. Gabriel tries not to be me-
an or rude, but when he feels something or feels that somethi-
ng should be said, he makes no hesitation to put it out there.
The only thing that Gabriel tries to hold back on is when he is
dealing with a female. Growing up in an Italian household, Gabr-
iel was taught to always respect a woman. He learned at a yo-
ung age that woman had the potential to be powerful, strong,
independent, and above all intelligent if they chose to be, and
Gabe was in no position to take that from him. For this, Gabriel
always treats a lady with the respect she deserves. Love, for h-
im, upholds the exact same attitude, behavior, and responsibili-
ties as respect does; love can never happen without respect,
as loves demands respect most of all.

In the category of relationships, Gabriel isn’t always the “out t-
here” type. When Gabriel sees a girl that he may like, he is nev-
er the one to be very forward about it. However, Gabe will tell
his friends about it, just in case anyone else tries to think about
“hooking up” with her. Gabriel, with his instilled respect, would
never disrespect a woman; when Gabriel was growing up, stro-
ng women surrounded him everywhere and all respected them.
He couldn’t imagine being unfair or discriminating because of s-
ex. However, Gabriel wouldn’t be nearly as respectful to a fem-
ale is she did not stand up for herself. Although it was a bit co-
ntradicting of his personality, Gabriel forever will stand by how
he feels and what he thinks. As for dating, well, Gabriel is a bit
selective of his girlfriends. Whenever Gabriel thinks that a fema-
le isn’t living up to the standards that he has, or he thinks the
woman, herself, should have, he lets them know in the most f-
irm way he can, without trying to be mean about it, and relea-
ses them from his heart’s grasp. When Gabriel really likes a girl
and she resists him, he tends to pursue her more than he wou-
ld have if she had accepted. Like most guys, Gabriel enjoys the
thrill of the chase. But, when Gabriel has a female that he really
likes, to the turning point of love, he becomes very protective
of her. More than anything, Gabriel likes to spoil his girlfriend to
let her know that he cares for her and her well-being. When G-
abriel catches a female that he truly enjoys, he does his best to
make friends with her friends and know what she is up to. He i-
sn’t exactly romantic, but Gabriel does his best to give a girl w-
ants she wants and treat her right which is really all that truly
matters to him: love, respect, and antidote to loneliness. Isn’t
that what all females really want?


Sample RP:

The quiet breeze rushed through the air and snaked around G-
abriel as he sat up in his seat in the carriage. He wasn’t particul-
arly happy with the décor; it was quite girly for his taste, but,
that was understandable, he remembered. Beauxbatons was
mainly a girl’s school, and all of the founders were female, not
to mention many of the professors as well. Gabriel held his sile-
nt excitement in as he leaned back in his seat and let his thou-
ghts dwell upon the school he was no more than an hour awa-
y from. The carriage itself was filled with hushed conversations
and anxious whispers, not to mention the silly incantations he
heard from the compartments surrounding his own. Gabriel felt
a little awkward; he knew that the magical school in Italy was
not nearly as good as the one in France, and he would be intr-
oduced as a first year, yet he had a bit of an advantage, consi-
dering that he had been exposed to magical just slightly more
than the rest. Gabriel let his head gently fall back to the velve-
ty seats and closed his eyes, thinking of the family he’d left at
his home, and all that he would miss in the next few years. He
longed for his family’s undying support that would no longer be
there for him, no longer uphold his confidence in himself, and
no longer encourage that he better himself, in private, that is.
It had not been more than an hour, or two, and Gabriel was al-
ready thinking of what he left behind. There was an uneasy s-
wirling of excitement, a small dash of regret, and a pinch of an-
xiousness, not so much the nervous kind of anxiousness, but t-
he feeling of wonder. Gabriel wondered if Beauxbatons would
cure the problems he found himself facing as he had hoped, a-
nd give him a bit more room to expand his horizons without th-
e constant pressure to uphold his family name. Gabriel sighed a-
s he stood up, as the carriage had seemed to begin to slow d-
own, almost to a stop. Slowly, Gabriel opened his compartmen-
t door and peered out, to see how close he was. After a mom-
ent, the carriage finally came to a complete stop, and Gabriel g-
ot off, to be told that his things would be inside already.

Gabriel followed quietly after the rush of excited and nervous
students-to-be pushing and walking closer to the school. Gabr-
iel, being much more interested in the school than in the hurry
to get there, walked a little slower than the rest, and glanced
up at the school. The glossy palace appeared to be made of a
sort of foggy glass, shiny and beautiful, to each sharp point of
every tower. The windows were large openings into the scho-
ol, with beautifully intricate frames and glass of its own glamou-
r. Large, firm, and cold-looking, were the doors that would soo-
n open up to Gabriel, so that he may enter the palace of Bea-
uxbatons with all of the students. The magnitude of the pala-
ce in whole was slightly overwhelming, as Gabriel stood in awe
as he gazed upward to see. His sparkling blue-green eyes were
not like the fifteen year old boy he was, but more like a small
child that was absolutely amazed and confused that something
could be so extravagant. It was odd, in a way; Gabriel was use-
d to magical things, things that were too beautiful to describe
in words, and yet, the palace put Gabe at a loss of words. He
had definitely not expected what he saw. Gabriel sighed to hi-
mself as he was led up a path and onward to the doors and in-
to the prominent, and well known, magical school of France.

Upon entering, the inside of the palace carried the same amo-
unt of graceful, but confusing, beauty as the outside had held.
The walls were lined with gorgeous pictures of previous head-
masters and headmistresses, the founders themselves, and on-
ce or twice, people Gabriel did not recognize from when he w-
as informed of the school, presumably people that were impor-
tant in making the school what it was. Older students, howe-
ver, was what Gabriel felt was missing from the picture. Stude-
nts that were experienced enough around the school to know
enough of what they were doing to allow themselves to be a
bit careless. Gabriel smiled as he tried to imagine that they all
must be together in that big Dining Chamber he had heard of,
where he would soon be sorted. A calming silence fell over the
crowd of unsorted students as they approached the large door
that led to the great room. After Gabriel and the rest were tol-
d of the houses and all that were important to know of, they
all entered the massive room that was, indeed, filled with stud-
ents. Over the sea of children around him, Gabriel noticed the
three, long, elegant tables all in a row perpendicular to the tab-
le in the very front of room. The three colors of light blue, sea
green, and dark red flowed throughout the room in such a co-
nspicuous way that Gabriel was instantly aware that they must
have been the house colors. Gabriel, feeling a sense of empty
patience, waited quietly for his name to be called. In a way th-
at only Gabriel could manage, he walked up to the place he w-
as to be sorted, turned around to face his new fellow classmat-
es, and closed his eyes and smiled, as he was sorted. It was at
that moment that Gabriel felt a whisper in the air around him
that said, Welcome to your new home.

That was a really good application!
To me.. he seems like a Sournois student although he does
have some qualities of Rouerie and Cossu in him.
Must be Sournois!

[penna]

First Name:

--Adelaide

Middle Name:

--Ama

Last Name:

--Vann

Age:

--sixteen

Appearance:

History:

Born on April 15, 1993, in Newport Beach, California, Adelaide was the second child of muggles Elizabeth and Aaron Vann. Her older sibling, seeming to Adelaide, happens to be an extremely annoying brother, Clayton, who is one year older than Adelaide herself. She grew being pretty much tormented, in a sibling-ish way, by her brother in more ways than one. Growing, up she almost always came in second, compared to Clayton, the 'perfect example' of a child. Other than that, Adelaide grew up in an environment that was full of family bonding and love. The childhood years for her family was generally the golden years, when Clayton and Adelaide still actually liked the activities that their parents encouraged them to participate in. Pretty soon, (little did they know) Elizabeth and Aaron's pesky persistence got on their children's nerves; every last one. Eventually, the charm wore off, and the family became more like any other, where the kids were generally disconnected from their parents.

The Vann Family isn't particularly wealthy, but they're not poor, either. Like any other middle class family, Adelaide's parents had to work to make a living and struggled with paying bills and sometimes it would even stir up arguments amongst the family. When she was younger, Adelaide would often go to bed at night crying, listening to her parents practically scream at each other. Those nights, she'd try to imagine a better position in life than what she was in. Just when Adelaide thought life was bad enough, both her parents were badly injured in a car accident on their way back from a friend's wedding. Clayton and Adelaide were at their 'aunt' Ronnie's house at the time of the incident, being baby-sat while their parents were away. At the time, Clayton was ten and Adelaide was nine years old, which, according to all the adults in their life apparently, was extremely tragic. The result of the car wreck was that Elizabeth lost so much blood that it happened to be fatal, and Aaron was put into a coma that so far, has lasted six years. This automatically put custody of the children to Elizabeth's younger sister, Veronica, as she was their legal godparent.

Adelaide's Aunt Ronnie really was her role model, even before the accident took place. Somehow, it seemed like to her that Veronica always had the time to actually listen to what Adelaide had to say, which really mattered to her if anything did anymore, at all. Not to say that she didn't still love her mother because she didn't listen, but just that Adelaide appreciated Veronica's open arms and ears. The Vann children moved to Talent, Oregon to their aunt's new house fit for raising two kids, as opposed to her apartment in Huntington Beach, the neighboring city to Newport. Things were more stable, concerning financial problems because of Veronica's well paying job as a modern architect. In whole, she enjoyed her new life with her aunt and Clayton. Times were good, for Adelaide and Clayton both, after the shock of their parents death/coma finally wore off. Both still miss their their mother and then their father, whom they visit whenever they can when they're in California. Coping, coming from boredom, is another skill that pretty much comes with the whole patience theory. Adelaide can take a plant, for example, and will write down all the characteristics of that plant and all the purposes known to man that it could ever serve, just to keep herself preoccupied.

Personality:

Adelaide is generally a pretty happy, upbeat person, shedding a positive attitude wherever she chooses to go. With a contagious beaming grin and her humor, there's almost never any awkward moments when she's around. Her brother thinks her whole way of happy thinking is extremely annoying , though. Another thinks she likes; bugging the hell out of her brother. When it comes to either eavesdropping or pranking, Adelaide is an expert; living in such a barren place as Talent, she has to find something to do other than watching television all day! What else is there to do? Too bad for her brother that she picked the one hobby that involved him... Adelaide has learned a lot from living in Talent with her aunt, who she spends most of her time with. Often they'd go hiking where Veronica would show her different types of nature. From spending many long hours in the sun on trails learning constantly, Adelaide has learned to be quite observant of all around her, seeking and wanting to know every last little detail about something she's determined to know about; again, it's really just about boredom, that is, wanting to know everything about something, anything.

It's not suprising that Adelaide is probably the most patient person you'll ever meet. She has almost a decade worth of waiting around waiting for you, just ready to explode! This girl has spent entire days doing almost absolutley nothing at all, so if you are looking for a expert on being patient, you are looking in the right place, all right! Considering the barren places of Oregon, like Talent, are probably the most boring places you'll ever be in. The days are full of doing anything to keep you occupied. Having company is rare and is probably the most exciting thing that will happen there, no joke. Coping is a trait that comes right along side of patience. Boredom calls for a can-do coping attitude, that's something Adelaide understands, as she definetly needs to. One of the things she'll often do is write down all of the possible uses of a plant, and all of its characteristics, just to keep herself preoccupied! Her brother often picks on her for doing that, too, even though he does simular activities...

Sample RP:

Adelaide looked up at the sky and sighed. When would she be out of this place? What would the future hold for her and her crazy ideas? She looked out over the landscape in front of her, checking for any rabbitts, as she'd been doing for the past hour. She would just love to catch one for Veronica; hopefully she'd let her keep it... Adelaide cleared her mind, listening for any other sound besides the rustling of the grass surrounding her. Tuning into her 'still mode' she held her breath and listened intently for any signs of an animal. She could only hear her lousy brother's blaring music from inside her aunt's house, did he always have to have music playing all the time? She wished he'd just give a rest already! She couldn't hear with all that stupid noise! So frustrating.

But she knew that if she went in his room that her brother would just literally throw her out, like always. She wished she could scold him for always being so violent with her, and whenever their Aunt Veronica was near, he'd act like an absolut angel. It was so utterly unfair! Adelaide remembered that Veronica, at the time, was probably still driving to get to the grocery store. The house was so isolated; it took forever just to get anywhere near the rest of civilization! At least that was what it felt like to Adelaide. Just then, she heard a little rustle of leaves a couple yards from her. All of the muscles in her body tensed as a slow grin spread across her once-still face. She listened in once again, hoping to hear which direction the sound had come from. A couple seconds passed before the rustling noise came again, this time the, well, whatever animal it was, hopefully a bunny, was definetly behind her.

Adelaide took a deep breath and tried to decipher whether to move quickly while she could, or to move slowly, so not to scare whatever it was away. Faster would give me a beter chance she thought; so with one quick bound, Adelaide spun and leaped towards the noise, arms outstretched. She was excited to see the rabbitt itself, but felt defeated while it scurried away. Adelaide's lips twisted in frustrated annoyance; what would she do now? Chase it? No, that would be silly, it was probably already in it's hole by now, anyways. Another dragged sigh escaped her mouth as she stood up to go back inside; she could only go for so long before she had to eat, anyways. Thinking of french toast, Adelaide practically threw herself into the front door of her house, hungry as a bull. Happily, she entered the kitchen with a pleased smile.

Must be Rouerie!