Sorting (Term Thirteen)

[foxybyrne]

^{Arden Shea O’Mara}


Sixteen years of age and showing no sign of maturity,
She was born in 1993, on March the ninth,
In a small town of Cornwall; god bless it.
5’4” and a wee bit overweight*,
She’s a couple siblings to boot &
To the torment of her bad cat Guinness,
She’s all want for a dog but lacks financially.
Like a beach ball caught by gravity she’s falling faster,
And faster to the ground and is in serious danger of crashing.

Name Meanings ` Arden – passionate, eagle
` Shea – hawk-like, stately
` O’Mara – n/a

Family:
Maslen ` little twin
Gilda ` god’s servant
Iain ` god’s gracious gift
Kyle ` near the chapel, handsome
Sorcha ` bright
Nevan Jr. ` holy, little saint



‘Wanted for high treason and attempted murder.’

A cherubs guise; rosy apples and chubby cheeks, she’s got a rather round, heart shaped face. Skin like a babies bottom, it’s been little touched by the sun which marks her as somewhat pale. Little wrinkles have already began to plague the corners of her eyes and around the ends of her mouth; obviously one must refrain from all laughter and smiles if one is to keep a youthful complexion. Unless of course you can afford botox, in which case you’ll soon find a permanently stuck grimace on your face anyhow - might as well keep smiling. Bony ankles and wrists give her a dainty demeanour, which is far from the truth; underneath all that clothing lays a hideous and grotesque body - a few tires around the belly and a whole selection of body parts that wobble. She’ll soon be finding mashed potato on her legs too, but we’ll keep that under wraps for now.
Staying hidden under lots of clothing is obviously the best thing for that body ... and all those who have to live with it.

Ignoring all that which is beneath the neck, the outlook is rather nice. Large green blue eyes, that have a bad habit of staring, possess nevertheless a few redeeming features; the longest lashes to ever be seen and a twinkle that sets them apart from the rest. Their colour - that of the sea off the coast of Bali, could mesmerize even the most foolhardy of men. A small bottom nose that likes to twitch; a most desired mannerism among young witches, and a pouty lip also present themselves as encouraging qualities. If she were any good at magic, undoubtedly not, she could find herself a little bit taller and a little less heavy – but we’re not putting too much faith into that wish.

Dark as thick honey was once how a young man described the hue of her hair. Shoulder length and unruly curly, Arden’s hair is the one problem she would give anything, even her favourite apple pie away, just to have it tamed. But no matter what her mother and father do to try and fix it, nothing as yet worked. Cut it and it grows back with the day. Take the ironing tongs to it and it curls again within minutes. Beautiful it may be but it’s a bloody nuisance if you’re the one to have to put up with it all day and all night long. The only appealing thing to it is its slightly red tinge, which becomes apparent when coming into contact with sunlight. Perhaps the next step to try and tame her wicked hair is to go bald? It’d be like making a fashion statement – Slogan: Unruly hair? GO BALD.

Personality

Personality Disorder is apparent. Patient is in need of urgent medical attention and will be admitted into a government facility as soon as possible, where treatment can be effectively administrated and patient supervised 24 hours. Note: Should receive private lodgings as has demonstrated violence towards other patients. Not permitted to use sharp objects.

Arden is a very afflicted person; born into a family of vegetarians she is the only meat eater. While her siblings are all respectable young people, she is a weed of trouble. At the tender age of eight she was discovered running a poker tournament in the basement of her primary school and investigations into this incident are still pending. Having little in common with her fellow relatives, Arden grew up entertaining herself with what was available. Fart cushions and water bombs from the local deli were a daily source of laughter amongst the young gal and her classmates. Pranks upon the neighbourhood were oft executed with style and precision but with such a reputation as a trouble maker Arden found life at home rather difficult. Mother and father, both excellent citizens and who both attended church every Sunday like good Catholics, gave their misfortunate daughter a hard time; Mother would spend hours preaching to the young Arden about the rewards of being an obedient girl. Those long hours were torturous and as soon as her family turned their back for a moment to pause in prayer, Arden would be out the door and off down the lane. Perhaps this time she’d let the twin pigs out of the sty again, or maybe she’d go down to Mr McFarlane’s Farm and steal a few ripe strawberries? Who knew what was running through the mind of this whirlwind of chaos now.

Despite the small dilemma of bad taste in entertainment, Arden does have a few agreeable qualities. The first would be loyalty; never has a boy or gal, man or woman had such a loyal friend as found, deep, deep down, in Arden O’Mara. Even her siblings have witnessed the fierceness of her friendship. If having been sworn to secrecy, she speaks not a word, not even under the pain of death. If friend is being bullied or harmed in any form, Arden stands by them no matter how violent it may turn. If asked in class who it was that threw the stick of chalk at the back of the teachers head, she would refuse to say. A mate is as good as family and even if you weren’t to like your family, you stuck by them. Her second agreeable quality would be her honesty. Truthful to the point of seeming rude, Arden has never been one to lie, unless it be for a good cause of course. Ask for her opinion and she’ll give it to you straight; no skipping around mulberry bushes or chasing tails. For example, if you were to ask her if you looked good in your spring dress and you didn’t, she’d tell you you looked s**t. Arden would only ever lie if it was to keep someone from getting punished or hurt so bad they’d cried. For despite her honest nature, she does care about the few out there. Kind-hearted some have called her and that she is. Be you beast or beauty, if you deserve that kindness, she’ll give it to you in bounds. So don’t go and get on the wrong side of her, because if you do, she’ll knock your blinking block off.

Quiet and humble may not seem the right words to describe Arden but they are nonetheless. For behind the outgoing, loud and somewhat annoying persona that is Arden, there is also a quieter and calmer young gal. Punishment in her family has forever been the same; secluded time spent in your room and no dessert after dinner. It is during those quite hours in which Arden reveals the other side of her personality; serene, silence and artistic. Whether it be painting or reading it is always done in quiet calm; no terrible noise may interrupt her or trouble making friend deter her. The only noise she might wish to hear is the soft rustling of leaves in the wind and the only friend she might wish to have is Guinness, her naughty but silent cat. It is in these hours spent solitary that Arden begins to represent a person and not a madman. It is also these hours her family cherish; silence is golden after all. But for how long it lasts is up to Arden alone; madman or human being? Preferably both although perhaps not at the same time; that could be disastrous – like if Ghandi and Hitler were to have a tea party.

History

Childhood: School Report - Headmistress Liadan Byres, St. John’s Primary School
Corrupt Child who pays little attention in class and constantly disrupts the other students. Acts up when teachers confront her about the inappropriate use of pet mice and rubber snakes in the classroom. Is always late for every lesson and makes rude jokes in front of the authorities of the school. We would like to advice her parents that if this child’s behaviour has not changed for the better by the beginning of next term, we have no other choice but to recommend her to another school. Thank you.

Her parents, Gilda and Maslen O’Mara did not expect to find themselves with, yet again another child but nevertheless on the ninth of March 1993, along came Arden Shea O’Mara. Screaming at the top her lungs as she came into the world, she’s been doing the same ever since – in buses, on the street, in the bathroom ... for no reason a loud screech will suddenly erupt from the gaping mouth that gal. As soon as her daughter opened those large blue green eyes of hers, Gilda began to wonder whether this child actually belonged to her; while the rest of the family was dark, Arden was fair. While her other siblings grew into decent people, Arden never grew out of being a little monster. For generations Gilda and Maslen’s families alike had attended church and practiced the Catholic ways, with conviction and resolve but Arden refused; she’d howl like a banshee if they even tried to drag her towards the door early on a Sunday morning. She would even make faces at the vicar and leave small spiders in the charity box, embarrassing her parents to no end. Each night Gilda prayed for her youngest child, asking only for a little maturity and understanding. Not likely to happen. Ever.

In 1997 Arden’s family moved from their small flat in Cornwall to a larger châteaux in France, which had once belonged to Maslen’s twin brother Nevan. Nevan O’Mara had died a few years earlier from a heart attack and had left Maslen and his family all that he possessed, the house included. The move did not take long and neither did getting used to the new surroundings. Though there was not one between them that spoke a word of French, they found it none too difficult to get around. Gilda blossomed with the change of scenery and learned the language rather quickly in that first year. She found work as a teacher, teaching English of all things [what a surprise] and her husband, Maslen found work in construction. Life was blissful again but how long that would last ... well it wasn’t for very long.

Even as Arden entered primary school she showed little sign of growing out of her chaotic ways. On her first day of school the first of many upsetting phone calls began. Maslen had a call that day at work to demand that he come down to the school and pick up his terrible daughter. The youngest of the O’Mara clan had been found to be stealing the lunch of one of the teachers; a ham and cheese roll and cherry pie. As her father had driven them home in the car that day, Arden had declared her innocence repeatedly but her cries had fallen upon deaf ears. The next primary school was little different – three weeks into the term Arden had again been sent home for sullying the name of art. As she had explained to her mother, the teacher had left them to work by themselves saying simply, ‘use the paints in the tubes and create a masterpiece for me before the end of class’. Understanding this in her own way, she had then gone and painted on another student; head blue, nose green – he had looked very much the masterpiece to Arden. Her teacher however had not found her work at all appealing and had called upon her mother. Arden didn’t attend another art class after that incident; they had security at the doors to prevent her from entering the art wing.

In her third year she was expelled after having been found organising and supervising a poker game in the basement of the school. Her older siblings were all in high school by this time and as there was no other local primary school, Arden found herself forced to take a train into a nearby town to the primary school there. Although she had been opposed to this in the beginning, she changed her tune soon after. Many of the people she met on the train were all very interesting people; there was an elderly man who sold pot to his therapist, a middle-aged woman with two children and a terrible case of the chicken pocks and a young teenage boy who was finding it hard to come out of the closet to his parents. Her new primary school was dull and boring not unlike the others but she’d found a few trouble making friends and so settled in nicely. Arden’s parents finally stopped getting phone calls and enjoyed the time spent in peace when their little girl was at school and out of the house. Of course the phone didn’t stay silent forever and a month after she had started at the new school they received another phone call to inform them that their daughter had written inappropriate messages, in the grass on the oval, using acid from the science centre. Gilda swore soon afterward that she’d never have any more children. Not ever. But that did not occur, unfortunately for Gilda.

Middle years: We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic...

Even by the time she had reached the age of ten, Arden showed no sign of being anything other than normal ... hold your horsed. Did I just say ‘normal’? Because normal she ain’t. Let me try and rephrase that first sentence for you – ‘Even by the time she had reached the age of ten, there were no indications whatsoever to suggest that Arden was indeed a witch’. That sounds about right. Okay and now to continue - So when a letter came on the day of her eleventh birthday inviting her to attend a school for witches and wizards, her parents were ... well more than a little distressed although not at all surprised. Having read and reread the letter, Arden’s first reaction was to go start packing her bags. As she jogged up the stairs, grinning gleefully, her mother sat dumb in the kitchen, while her father stalked up and down the hallway trying to stop himself from swearing out loud. Arden’s siblings had no real reaction to her leaving or the letter other than to congregate in her room and congratulate her. Both Kyle and Sorcha, one of her older brothers and her older sister, admitted to her that they were envious of her situation and that when she left she had to promise to write to them every day. The promise was made happily and a few tears were shed.

On the day of her departure, both her parents and the four of her siblings saw her off, although they had no idea as to where she was going or how she was getting there. Arden herself had little idea as to where she was supposed to go or where this school actually was. Having been brought up a muggle [and a catholic at that], she had no idea what to expect or what was expected of her. Her journey to and arrival at the school and the new friends she had made that first day were all assuring things – even the creepy old cloak that sorted her into her house made her feel a little more confident that she was supposed to be there and that it wasn’t a cruel joke been played upon her. Nevertheless not having any of the previous experiences of her friends, some who were muggles too, Arden still felt out of her depth. That night the same sinking, sick feeling, she knew all too well, settled into her stomach and persisted for some time to come, until the day when she finally forgot about her inadequacies and just learnt to enjoy her days at Beauxbatons.

Teen years:
I don’t know whether I would be allowed to say to you what her teachers thought of her after those first few years; I’d have to change the rating classification from G to PG if I were to let you know but I’ll take the risk.

A Bloody Nuisance. Never shuts up and is in serious need of a good thrashing; preferably done by Ms. Barrington’s ruler. Has been kicked out of class on nearly every occasion and has no understanding of the word ‘no’. She’s as bright as a button but for some reason has decided to use that intelligence for less than amiable purposes. Not only does she upset staff members with her crude remarks but also other classmates. A notorious trouble maker and evidentially annoying, she should be transferred to another school. Preferably Hogwarts.

Just as she was when her legacy began, Arden fought all the teachers, played pranks on fellow students [only those who deserved it of course] and proved that she alone was still the best at what she did. Whether she’ll ever grow out of her ways is now a question everyone is asking; particularly her parents who received a toilet bowl from the schools toilets for Christmas. The smell is still highly apparent around some areas of the house. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Lavatory.

Sample RP:

Every morning was the same; at 7.00 am the human alarm clock went off wakin’ everyone in the house. At 8.05 am breakfast began and by 8.40 it was over. Between 8.45 and 9 everyone was expected to gather in the living room where her father would preach about the lack of compassion in the world and then by 9.30 the house was acquitted. From that time onward till late in the afternoon a pin could’ve been dropped and the family would’ve heard it; if they had been there to hear it of course. Even though it may have been the school holidays, nothing ever stopped in the O’Mara household. The routine worked like clockwork and that tick tock ticking never paused for a breath. Maslen O’Mara, father to the clan, departed at 9.16 exactly to arrive twenty minutes later at the construction site in Bordeaux where he worked, while his wife, Gilda, left 14 minutes later to begin teaching at the college of languages, at 10 o’clock precisely. Iain, the eldest of the O’Mara children, cycled down to Madam Busque’s Fromagerie where he worked long hours, selling all sorts of cheese and other dairy products. Arden herself had never understood her older brother’s relationship with the creamy liquid that came from a cow’s tits but accepted his decision to enjoy the stuff nevertheless. Kyle and Sorcha, the other elder siblings both attended university in Bordeaux and so were rarely seen anyhow. The youngest O’Mara, only being 3 years of age, was dropped off at nursery by his mother on her way to work, in the morning and was not heard of until some time after 4 o’clock.

On this particular day Arden awoke earlier than usual; around 10.30 or so. Most days you’d be lucky or as you might have it ‘unlucky’ to even hear from her before 2 in the afternoon. But today she’d been woken by her alarm clock because today was rather special. The holidays were soon coming to a close and tomorrow she would be heading back to school. Most of you normal kids would probably make a horrid face at the thought of going back to school but Arden not. Far from being normal anyhow, despite the obvious peculiarity, she relished the thought of being able to see her friends and torment her teachers again. So with a lazy smile, knotted hair, her pyjamas askew and eyes only half open, Arden sluggishly hauled herself out of bed to stumble on downstairs.

In the kitchen a lone cereal bowl and spoon were sitting on the table awaiting her arrival. Yawning she grabbed a box of coco pops and tipped the lot into her bowl. Sloshing milk and pops all over the floor she made it to the coach in the lounge before collapsing. Switching on the television she watched children’s programmes until she’d finished her healthy meal. Sleepwalking back into the kitchen she left her dirty dishes on the counter and plodded off toward the bathroom. Grumbling she worked the taps until the water raining down upon her was just right. After a good hour, a new and refreshed Arden emerged from a cloud of steam and leaving the bathroom door open to air out the room, she hopping back into the lounge where she’d left her iPod the night before. Plugging in she danced back up to her bedroom and ran through the list she’d began writing a month ago.

School Clothes – REMEMBER YOUR HAT [had been scrawled across the page, in her mother’s handwriting]
Hair Straightener – don’t forget ties + clips
iPod – gotta find that spell!
Toothpaste
Make up
Wand
Socks x 9
Books + mag
Manga and the latest Naruto
Guinness – who needs a bath! [yes, mother]
Lewis’s quills and ink pot + own lot obviously – need more parchment, quill tips and ink [preferab. black]
...
And whatever else I need.

Her favourite French singer crooning into her ears, she dragged out the large trunk she’d had to buy her very first year and flung open the lid. Clouds of dust billowed up into the air and grimacing, Arden waved her hands around wildly, hoping to disperse the worst of it. After it had cleared and it was possible to see once again, she began pilling in clothes, books and other titbits that were lying, spread out across the floor. Over the years packing bags had become a pet hate of hers as Arden never knew what to and what not to pack, always finding that when she did need something she hadn’t taken it and what she had taken she didn’t need. It was the reason to why this year she had written up a list but even then her list wasn’t at all helpful. By the time lunch had come around she had been packing and repacking so many times that she was now completely fed up. In a fit she threw everything into a heap, in the trunk and slammed the lid shut – she had to sit on it so that she was able to close it. Arden knew straight away that there was far too much in her trunk and she wouldn’t need all of it ... but who gave a flying &^%$? She certainly didn’t. Not now that her stomach was making decisions for her. Ignoring her trunk, that had suddenly come alive and began groaning, she stormed downstairs and settled amongst the chocolate truffles in the fridge.

Her mother was the first to arrive home after her last class had been cancelled and it was she who found her e-strange-d daughter nestled amongst the vegetables and dips, glaring out from the fridge. Gilda sighed. What on earth had happened now? First making sure her youngest son Nevan was firming fastened into his high chair, she then proceeded to try and get her daughter away from the fridge. ‘Honey, I think it’s better if you put all that away and wait for dinner,’ she spoke up, sending a little prayer to God, hoping they could settle this without an argument; arguing with anyone, especially Arden, always drained her and she’d had enough for today. Those alien green blue eyes stared at her defiantly for a moment. But it was only a moment. Luckily. Popping the last of the truffles into her mouth, her daughter dodged away from the fridge and glided over to her younger brother. Watching Nevan and Arden leave the kitchen, smiling and babbling, Gilda hunched forward. Thank heaven that it would only be today and then Arden would be gone for another year. Please don’t take this in the wrong way; Gilda loved her daughter but found that she was more than just a handful and had no idea how to cope with a witch in the house let alone the family. What was she supposed to say when her most beautiful daughter was turning slugs into teacups? Well done? Defeated she sat down and stared blankly at the kitchen table. Poor Gilda.

It was the last day. There was no point in upsetting her mother. After spending a few minutes with Nevan, she left him in the kitchen with her ma and went back upstairs to finish packing ... Or at least to try and get that damned trunk closed, even if it meant tying it together with rope. It had started to rain outside. Again. This summer had been incredibly wet, for whatever reason. Closing her window and sitting on the plush cushions underneath, Arden stared out through the glass and wished tomorrow would come faster. Being home felt like being trapped in a cage and she loathed that feeling. At Beauxbatons it was like as if she had been swept away by the wind to a place where she was joyful and felt at ease with herself. Arden had always been an afflicted person and would remain so until the end of her days; born into a family of muggles she was the only witch. To be sure, a witch from fairytales would find it none too difficult coping with a human family who didn’t understand her but for a young girl whose parents didn’t know how to deal with her because she was simply different... Beauxbatons was most definitely the best place for her.

Must be Cossu!

[nikolaipetrov]

First Name: Nikolai
Last Name: Petrov
Age: Sixteen
Appearance:

History:
Wizarding families in Russia are among the oldest and well-known in the world. These families are proud of their heritage and are very strict when it comes to who they marry. Marriage between a pure-blood and a muggle-born was generally looked down upon. Even today, there are still social obstacles that prevent pure-bloods from marrying someone without a proper pedigree.

Nikolai's mother came from one of the most notorious families in Russia. They were not famous for their pure-blood but for their tenancy to marry their own cousins. In fact, Katrina's parents--both first cousins--gave birth to five children, all of whom suffered from severe mental disorders. At the advice of a family friend, Katrina's father decided to marry his only daughter off to a pure-blood family that they had no close relations to. After a long search, he found the Petrovs, who were more than happy to have their son marry Katrina.

Nikolai's father, Dimitri, was a very handsome but proud man. He was disgusted at his bride and could not bear to look at her deformed face. When Katrina became pregnant with Nikolai, he left, afraid that his son would turn out like the rest of Katrina's family. He was born months later and grew up without knowledge of his father's whereabouts. All he had were a few pictures, as his family was reluctant to bring up his mother's failed marriage.

Katrina's family took great pride in Nikolai's appearance. He inherited his father's good looks and personality. The Russian child was selfish and full of himself. He was ashamed of his mother and ugly family and sought to separate himself from them.

When he was nine, his mother remarried a French man, also of pure-blood. His name was Jacques Roleau and, despite having a large inheritance, spent his time working and doing research on magical plants. He loved helping people and warmly welcomed Nikolai and Katrina into his family. Nikolai, however, found the man weak and refused to even take up the last name of Roleau.

It was decided that Nikolai would go to Beauxbatons. Since the day he has moved to France, he has been taking lessons in French customs and language, to better prepare him for the school load that he will be expected to receive. Despite the hours of learning he had received from a tutor his step-father hired, he still speaks French with a Russian accent.

He finds French people stuck-up, in his opinion. His dream after graduation is to move back to Russia, find his father, and hopefully follow in his footsteps.

Personality:
Nikolai is very proud of his pure-blood status, Russian nationality, and good looks. In other words, he is a narcissist. He cares mostly about himself, and he generally doesn't mix himself up with the problems of others.

However, he still holds beauty in great regard. Even if the woman is a muggle, he will still show great interest in her if she has a pretty face and a wonderful personality. He loves to put himself in the company of the beautiful, the rich, and the powerful.

Despite being full of himself, Nikolai is not unfriendly. He is very charismatic, and if he wishes, can charm almost anyone with his personality. The Russian boy takes great care in being a gentlemen. However, among people who do not catch his interest, he will act aloof.

Nikolai is like a puzzle--very complicated to put together. He gives out the impression that he is hiding something. In fact, he is hiding his embarrassing mother and step-father. He rarely speaks about his family and never gives out personal details about himself. Behind the charming young man is a boy that has gone through a lot of pain in his childhood.

Sample RP:
A soft, fragrant scent passed his cheek as he walked down the crowded streets of Paris. He turned his head to the right to follow the smell. It led to a tall, graceful woman that was just as beautiful as the scent that her body produced. Her blond hair was down, but he had a strong urge to stroke the back of her neck. A strong emotion arose inside him--the same basic feeling that humans and animals alike feel.

Within a second, his direction changed; he forget where he wanted to go to in the first place. His only goal was to pursue the muggle woman and use his magical charm to claim her as his. He pushed through the crowd, his neck craned to keep the young woman in his sight.

At the stoplight, a middle-aged muggle bumped into him, nearly causing the teen to fall to the ground. He grabbed the man's jacket to keep his balance as a tall, black object obstructed the view of his target. What were those black things called again? Buzzes? The question only tugged at his mind briefly; he was often confused about muggles and their weird objects.

What had bothered him even more, however, was the disappearance of the blond-haired beauty. Like the ghosts in the magical world, she disappeared from his sight.

It was a shame that he could not have the chance to fully appreciate her beauty. There were so many things he wanted to know about her: the color of her eyes, the shape of her lips, and the texture of her long hair, just to name a few things.

He reached into his pocket and stroked the end of his wand. However, he had enough discipline to prevent his volcano--or temper--from erupting.


He sounds like a true Sournois to me

[dwfan10]

Done

First Name:

Demilio

Middle Name:

Ceaser

Last Name:

Marie

Age:

Fifteen turning Sixteen

Appearance:

History:

Demi, Dee or Demilio as she was named was born in Paris. After only a day with her family she was sent off with her two brothers, and one sisters to an orphanage. They where a set of quads that would never know each other again because after only one week they went there different ways with new family's, her brother went across to Scotland, her sister stayed in Paris with her self however neither two has ever met yet her brother sailed to the southern hemisphere to live his life in Perth. Demi was sent with a nice little family who loved her and were very like her except for some big main differences, she is a pure blood, her family are half elves, half fairies, she can control fire while her family has wings. These facts caught on to her pretty quickly but she ignored them. Her family had treated her like part of the group her entire life.

At the age of five she had finally come to the stage where she absolutely hated mud bloods and half breeds alike of course this exception was with her family, but that was it. She also found out her love of fire quite easily, and also her power to use it. She can make fire move in the air, make it burst out of no where. A tree could suddenly set fire when she was in the mood. She liked her gift, she was still pure and she had also adapted into making thing burst into flames when she did not get her way or was angry.

At the age of ten she had been sent her letter from hogwarts, of course this was quickly declined, even though her name had been on it since birth. Another big thing that put to wards her family not actually being her family since her family had lived in Paris there entire life's, but still they said that the must of accidentally put her name down on the roll by accident. Also by that stage she had managed to give seven muggles serious burns and made them end up in hospital after they had insulted her. She had never seen them again afterwords, not that she wanted too anyway. To her they were just filthy mud bloods that deserved there destiny to die.

Once eleven she had packed her bags when she got a letter from Beaxbatons academy of magic. She was not surprised at all. After all she was powerful enough at the age of five to attend in her mind. Her family let her go with the mystery of her real family still hanging and she set off to Beaxbatons where she hoped that she would be like the rest of her family, both the unknown family and the known, that she would wear the colors of black and red. If she did then proudly she would wear them. In any other houses she might have had to associate with the likes of a mud blood at least in that house she would be among pure bloods and the best of half breeds.

Five years later, fifteen years of age she now lives in full control of her fire powers and also well knowledged in the art of magic. Best at potions and dark arts she is sure to be known at beaxbatons soon enough. Even if it is for setting a teachers desk on fire, to her it would be totally worth it.

Personality:

Sarcastic: Demi can be rather sarcastic at times, and by at times it is almost all the time. This is one of her many rather bad traits that she does not really care about. She likes it at times and thinks it's ok at other times even though she hates people being sarcastic to her.

Quick Temper: Dee is rather fast at being aggravated, for this reason she is feared by a fair few people because she can be rather cruel when her temper flares, because when that happens so does her ability to set someone on fire. She does not regret what she does when her temper goes off. Not that she really has anything to regret with her attitude any way.

Generous: Or at least in her mind she is. She doesn't kill people, well not yet, she has tried but what does that matter. Fine she might seriously hurt someone but she was kind enough to let them survive anyway. She also let's people be around her that should be good enough for them. They are lucky in her mind to be able to know someone like herself. She feels bad about the people that don't know her.

Smart Despite all her nasty little traits Demi is extremely smart for her age. She's not a nerd, even if she has the brains for one, in her mind nerds are just as worse as impure blooded people. She shows off her smartness in an annoying manner but never makes it look like she would ever even consider joining some working group.

Vain: She's pure blooded, smart, hot and rather too good for most people in her mind, she's basically the best there is to offer and should never be declined. After all she is a privilege to people, if she weren't around there life would almost certainly not be as good as before. She is talented as well, her list of wonderful traits is never ending on her personal little list, and also in her mind on anybody else's. She is better then everybody else and that basically all they ever need to know or worry there little heads about.

Sample RP:

One beautifully skinny hand ran its fingers through the hair of a pure blooded goddess of fire named Demi she looked down at the wonderfully interesting little book on dark arts. The blood stained pictures of people in terrible pain all most made her laugh out loud. Her little brother was somewhere around the house and so she was free to do what ever she liked, of course she was always free but it was even better when she was alone. With a snap of her fingers a small ball of fire appeared out of thin air above her pale pure blooded hand. She looked down at the filthy streets that mud bloods walked on every day and let a small fire start in side the shop across the street. She smirked before looking back down at her book waiting for the screams.

Being a small fire it took a while to spread, even though Demi had the power to make it go faster she didn’t she wanted it to look natural, like it been a stove left on too long or something along those lines. She smirked as she heard the first scream and looked outside her window. The delicious smell of smoke blew through her window and reached her nostrils. Demi breathed in deeply as she watched the shop burst into flames, laughing quietly to herself. This had been more entertaining then she had expected. Then again it always was.

You've already been sorted into Cossu.

I changed characters, my old charrie was in cossu this is a new one

I am not able to re-sort, reguardless of whether a new character has been made on an old account. Therefore she will remain in Cossu.

[byfme]

First--Bethany
Middle--Yvonne
Last--Fiello
Age--14
Appearance--Bethany has an angular face with round eyes the color of dark violet. She's not that tall, nor small, but average. She has a sharp and skinny frame, very gaunt. Her naturally blonde hair looks yellow in comparison to her extremely pale skin. Her nose is tiny and her lips are thin. She's a demonic angel.
History--Born on April 20, named after her dead grandmother Beth, Bethany was brought into the world by two wizards. She learned at an average rate, but gets distracted too easily. Her parents would have to use their wands to make bright colors appear before Bethany would even notice they were in the room. Learning to walk had to be the worst thing that happened to her family. Ever since then she has gotten into nothing but trouble. Getting in the trash can, going outside without anyone noticing. She loved to explore and try new things. At nine years of age Bethany new her town like the back of her hand. But it began to bore her. So she turned her attentions to studying. Throwing herself in to her studies, Bethany learned a lot. But she would forget it later after going for a walk or just lying down. For her eleventh birthday her parents got her a wand made of willow, her favorite tree, and enrolled her in Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
Personality--Bethany is quiet, and shy but is always ready to make new friends. She is very adventurous and impatient. She can be bossy at time, but only when it is about something important. She prefers rain to shine and clouds to clear skies. She is eccentric and perky, but you have to get to know her to discover these traits. She has been best described as goofy and modest. She is also witty and cunning.
Sample--
"What are you gonna do?" Lacy asked in a hushed tone.
"Well i was going to keep it on the DL but somebody blabbed their mouth off!" Bethany replied in an almost whisper.
"I didn't mean to! She said she wasn't gonna tell anyone!" Lacy explained, her voice growing shrill.
Bethany closed her notebook and headed toward the door.
"Where are you going? It's pouring rain!" But Bethany was already out in the hallways, heading toward the main doors.
Opening the doors, a gust of cold wind beat against her. Bethany took in deep breaths of the icy air and trailed her way to the willow tree that's next to the lake. Bethany loved willow trees, they always made her head clear, easier for her to think.
As she sat on the wet grass, she began to think of her problem.
So her parent's left on vacation and somehow managed to get themselves taken hostage. So what? Is it her problem that her parents are rich and famous? Apparently is was. Thus, she has the kidnappers demanding money from her, if she ever wanted to see her parents again.
But Bethany knew her parents, and they wouldn't get themselves into this kind of situation. They were smart and cunning. Something Bethany inherited.
She took out her wand and stroked the willow wood. Feeling the willow tree on her back and the willow wand in her hands, she felt filled with confidence and power.

Please expand on her personality and history.

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[pixiemay]

First Name:
Pixie Nicole

Last Name:
May

Age:
15

Appearance:


History:
An alcoholic mother. An abusive dad. Not the best place to come home to. But that is what Pixie had to deal with for most of her life. But despite all that she grew up normal finally happy to escape her family, but lets start at the beginning.

Pixie was born October third, 1993 to Alice and Matthew May, and they were so happy to have their first child. Pixie was always an active child, running before she could walk and always getting into things, her parents didn't mind though. They spoiled her greatly, but it never effected her when she got older. Her family was always close when she younger, her cousins and other relatives always coming over to visit, meaning Pixie always had someone to play with.

When she was five her younger sister, Megan, was born and Pixie was excited to have a younger sister. Her parents who once spoiled her didn't buy her as many things as normal, but it never bothered Pixie. She was just thrilled to have someone to play with all the time, someone she could call her sister. Everyone got along, but there was the occasional fight that every family had, because no family was perfect.

Then on Pixie's 13th birthday her parents took her out to dinner, Megan was six at the moment, so they brought her too. On the way home everyone was happy, her parents smiling and talking, Megan asleep, and Pixie trying not to fall asleep. Then that was when it happened, when everything starting falling apart. Pixie hardly remembers it, all she remembers is a scream from her mother and loud crashing noise, and the next thing she knew she was in the hospital.

Megan had died in the car crash, and that was what had changed her parents, they were never the same. Her mother slowly started drinking more and more, her father yelling more and becoming more violent. It then grew to the point where her parents blamed her for the car crash, and her father started beating her, and her mother did nothing about it.

That was when happy Pixie started to fade, she became more quiet and reserved at school, shutting most of her friends out. People noticed that something must of been wrong but ignored it, knowing that Pixie wouldn't confide in anyone. But her friends that didn't care if she would tell them what was wrong or not, she would escape home to their house, hoping she wouldn't have to go home.

At the age of fifteen something happaned she would never forget, it was the night she got turned into a vampire. She hardly remembers it, only tiny details, but she wishes she didn't. It is something she is extremly ashamed of and doesn't like other people to know, which is very difficult. She does not feed off humans, but animals instead.

Her parents don't know of her being a vampire, they would dislike her even more, seeing as they hate them. So as a result Pixie must act weak when her father beats her, knowing she had the power to stop him, but choosing not to. It was her father after all, even though he did those things to her she still loved him.

Then the letter she got, to leave home, to get away from it all, how could she say no. Her parents didn't care if she left of not, they were disgusted by her and wanted her gone so she left. That was it, no looking back she swore, she wouldn't let what her parents do effect her life anymore. Hopefully the old Pixie will be able to come back.
Personality:
Pixie is extremely shy to start off with, and hardly trust's anyone at all. It would take someone a very long time for her to be able to trust them, but once they do she is not shy at all, and will do about anything for them. Once you lose her trust, well there is no doubt you will probably not get it back.

She is also very smart, and gets things very easily. But she doesn't like to show that side of her, thinking that she would get made fun of and be disliked for being smart. The only reason she does that is because she hates being judged and feels like she being put on the spotlight, which she does not like at all.

Once you get past her shyness though, you get to know the real Pixie, a happy go-lucky girl who will do about anything to have a good time. But only few people get to see that side of her because of her guard being up. She only has that guard up in fear of getting hurt.

Nice. Pixie feels bad if she is mean to someone and apologizes right away usually. It makes her a pushover kind of, which she wishes she could change.
Sample RP:
Oh no. Pixie thought as she reached the fence that surrounded her simple house. From the outside it would seem like a normal family lived there, like nothing bad could ever happen, and like its a picture perfect family. Wrong, dead wrong. It was the complete opposite of all those things, her family was far from normal, so many bad things happened there, and picture perfect, not that exact words to describe it.

Walking slowly up the old steps of the house, praying silently to herself that the steps would not betray her and squeak. Wrapping the sleeves of her long sleeve shirt around her thumb and fingers over and over again, she got to the last step. Then she heard it, and her parents did to. The dreaded squeak the last step made as her foot made contact with the old wood. A panicked look appeared on the young girls face as the screen door swung open with so much force that Pixie jumped back wards.

There he was, her dad, angry and drunk. His eyes were filled with hate and he was leaning against the side of door frame, that face was the one that filled Pixie with fear, it was the one that gave her nightmares. His drunken slurs came out so fast Pixie couldn't understand them, but she knew they were filled with hateful words. She looked down to his hand, it was gripping a empty glass bottle with such force, she was surprised it hadn't shattered.

Then the next thing she knew, the bottle was flying toward her head so she dropped to the ground. Laying on her stomach her eyes tightly shut, she slowly opened them seeing the remains of the bottle in front of her face. She slowly got up ignoring the pain in her hands, knowing she had cut her palm when she hit the concrete. Her father was slowly making his way toward her, angrier then before, if that was even possible.

Pixie then got up and did the only logical thing she could think of at the moment, she ran. She ran until she felt like her lungs were about to collapse. Then dropping to the ground she closed her eyes until she was able to breathe normally again, getting to her feet she started walking. She didn't exactly know where yet, but she knew she would come back home in the morning. Both her parents would be passed out by then, which meant she could get her stuff together and go to her friends to escape another night like that one.

(Sorry if its bad :/)

Must be Rouerie!

[dccfan4life]

Here's my edited-and-updated version

First Name: Brianna
Last Name: Armstrong
Age: 16
Appearance: Brianna is a girl of medium height, about 5'8", and has golden blonde hair. She weighs about 130 pounds, and has creamy hazel eyes. Her mouth is a bit overcrowded, so she is always self-conscious, but nevertheless, she has a winning smile that could light up any room.
History: Brianna was born in Ireland to two Muggle parents. Luckily, however, they did have a few friends who were witches and wizards. In fact, her mother's best friend was a witch (they grew up together until her friend went off to school). Her original letter came from Hogwarts, and that is where Brianna attended school originally. However, she began to realize that she had a love for the French language, and decided that she wanted to transfer to Beauxbatons. She left behind her parents, her younger sister who just started at Hogwarts this year, and her beloved (Muggle) boyfriend, Shawn.
Personality: Brianna is a very bubbly girl who is always full of life. When she first meets someone, she is very shy and timid, but once she gets to know him/her, she becomes a different person entirely...very outgoing, funny, and full of life and happiness. In fact, most of her friends are surprised by how she can go from quiet as a mouse to loud and boisterous (in a good way) so quickly, depending on who is around. She has said on numerous occasions that she is glad she isn't a Muggle, because she finds magic so fascinating. She feels that, by being a witch, she gets the best of both worlds. Her favorite magical treats are Chocolate Frogs, and her favorite Muggle sweet is peanut butter fudge. She loves to read, and has studied the histories of all the magical schools in depth, because she finds the stories so fascinating. It is her hope to one day meet some of the famous wizards and witches that she has read about in books. One other notable characteristic about Brianna is that she is a strong feminist at heart.
Sample RP: Brianna stepped off of the carriage, and stared up at the palace that lay in front of her. She couldn't believe how magnificent it was in person. She breathed in amazement, "It's even prettier than the pictures!" Then she turned around and saw the large number of students coming up behind her. They were all laughing and giggling with each other; it was clear that they all knew each other. Suddenly, she began to feel very shy. She fiddled with her boyfriend's necklace that was draped around her neck nervously, and she thought to herself, "I hope I didn't make a mistake by transferring...it's going to be so scary...they all are friends already, so they won't want to include little old me..." She gulped, and then began to make the trek up to the palace doors, dragging her baby blue suitcase behind her.

Must be Cossu!

[riddellemalfoy]

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[perfectveela]

First Name: Charlotte
Last Name: Edsall
Age: 17 though occasionally her vast mind makes her seem as though she has lived forever.
Appearance: Being half Veela she is seemingly perfect, though she did not inherit the traditional white-blond Veela mane. Her hair is a silky, thick red-Blondie, it falls in gentle waves to her shoulders. Her noes is small and slightly upturned, a slight spatter of light freckles cover her porcelain skin over the bridge of her nose.
Charlotte's full lips have been the object of many jealousy's, they look soft and sweet but do not match the sharply spoken, bitter words that they so often utter. She is pale and her skin soft and perfect, her thick black eye-lashes frame green-gray eyes that can look kind, cold, or just plain mean.
History: Charlotte was born into wealth and power, her perfect Veela mother was not a good example on her daughter, so Charlotte grew up spoiled and bratty. She grew up with power and knows how to use other's fear's to her own advantage. She has a loyal band of followers that are almost as bad as she. Her second cousin, Flure Delecor, has so often attempted to cause Charlotte discomfort and embarrassment, as has she so often stormed home angrily at her failure.
Charlotte only wishes her life were as perfect as it seems, she barley knows her parents, they are forever away from their house, away from their lonely daughter. She is so mean because of her childhood of being ignored, so now she is at school she craves attention, demands it.
Personality: Most adore her out of awe and fear, but those with individuality hate her, and some are simply jealous, in return she hurts them, hurts them with words and spite. She is a talented witch, and so very good at becoming the teaches favorites. She is bitter, spiteful, cunning and witty. Confident and fiery if you get in her way she will step on you.
Sample RP: Charlotte pushed a stray strand of hair back from her face, she was concentrating so hard that her small, pointy tongue was poking out of the corner of soft mouth. She pulled the strings tighter and the maid gasped at the bodices sudden tininess, Isabella was going out tonight, and Charlotte was helping her prepare.
Charlotte felt sorry for Isabella, otherwise she wouldn't be helping, Isabella's plain, doughy face was looking already better than usual. With a few simple flicks of her wand Charlotte had managed to vanish Isabella's pimples, un-frizz her hair, and add some rose to her cheeks. And after struggling to fit some frilly, pink robes over Isabella's head Charlotte stood back to admire her work. Isabella was quite a different person, Charlotte felt immensely proud of her self.
Ah beauxbatons, beautiful, beautiful beauxbatons. Charlotte loved the school, it was where she was in charge, where she was no ignored, where she was beyond loved. Not even FLure had been this popular at school, no, now Charlotte was the best. Packing the night before had been a joy, folding and re-folding her new school clothes had almost been a joy!

[sarah]

First Name:

Skye

Middle Name:

Amber

Last Name:

Laurent

Age:

15

Appearance:

Skye has an oval shaped face, straight dark brown hair which falls just below her shoulders. She is just average height but wishes she could be slightly taller. She has pale skin and her cheeks are palest pink. She thinks her nose is too much on the big side, but that doesn't really put her down.

History:

Skye was born to Danielle Opal Laurént, [singer] and Adrian Jaques Laurént, [MOM employee], at 6.43 AM when the glorious sun was rising. She was the first child to be born to Danielle and Adrian. Her parents met in their final year of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, fell in love and decided to get married at the age of 20. Growing up, Skye loved being the only child and she was very loved. She enjoyed her childhood throughly. She experienced the riches of life. Then suddenly, at the age of 9, she found out that her mother was pregnant with the 2nd child in the family. This upsetted Skye as she wanted to be the only child.
When the baby was born, they decided to call her Alyssa Marie Laurent. Growing up, Alyssa was very bad behaved and bad tempered. She took up all of her parents attention.
Alyssa fighted a lot with Skye. They were deadly enemies. Skye's parents didn't show any attention to Skye. Skye felt unloved and isolated.
Then one day, Skye was out with her friends. They had a good time. On the journey home she decided that was it. That was her one chance to get away from that madhouse in which her deadly sister and her parents lived. Skye took a deep breath. She had 2 options. She could run away. As far as she could, and never experience the isolation of her parens, and the figts of her sister, but she would live a new life, start afresh... a life without her family. OR she could go back to her house, get shouted at by her parents, then totally ignored by them, unloved by them
Skye knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted to run away. She inhaled a breath of fresh air, and ran, ran faster than she had ever ran in her life. This was her moment. The moment of freedom.
She ended up living with 2 of her best friends, Renée and Gabrielle. [She still kept in touch with her parents though]. Her parents were extremely angry and dissapointed that any daughter of theirs decided to run away. They attempted several times, to win Skye back. They missed her a lot, but no matter how much they begged, Skye wouldn't come home. She knew that if she returned, in a matter of a week or two, things would return into its normal state- isolation and no attention. Skye missed her family, but not enough to go back. She throughly enjoyed living with her friends. Everything was much more laid-back and fun. Whilst all this was happening, Alyssa was very pleased with herself. She had 'scared' her sister away, and now had all the attention. But, to her dissappointment, her parents were far less layed back with her, because they knew that she was the reason Skye had run off.
Skye still lives with her best friends, and she intends to stay that way... much to her parents displeasure.

Personality:

Confident. Skye's not the least bit shy, and she is able to perform/speak in front of an audience.
Smiley She's always smiling and it takes a lot to put her down/upset her.
Creative Skye is good at art and drama. She is a superb artist.
Smart She's serious about her work, but she's not obsessed.
Sometimes hot-tempered Skye can sometimes be quite angry, but that's quite rare. She's only hot tempered when insulted.
Impatient She dotesn't really like to wait for too long.
Sarcastic She considers this as one of her good traits.
Slightly arrogant
Lively She is known throughout Beauxbatons as 'the life and soul of the school'. She is full of spirit and vigour.
Though she is a proud purebood & half-veela, she respects others from other backrounds and religions.
When she first meets someone, she's confident and tries to make friends.

Sample RP:
It was raining at Beauxbatons. Two girls were walking, arms linked, in the school grounds.
"Oh my god, I so can't wait for the Triwizard Tornament! It's at Hogwarts." Renée, Skye's best friend exlaimed.
"I know! It's so not fair that we're not allowed to enter, though. I am going to watch it though. You are, too, aren't you Ren?? I'm not going without you." Said Skye.
"Sure. I'm going to try and enter."
"LOL I bet that dumb Dumbledore wont realise. He's like, SO old. I know, we'll make that ageing potion, remember, it's in our Potions book! Three drops each, right? We only need to be... what... 5 years older!"
"You said "only"!! Five years is quite a lot... I think we'll need like 5 drops. One drop for every year we need to get older....?" Renée replied.
"Yeah, okay" Skye agreed.
Suddenly a girl with blonde, curly hair walks up to them. She had earphones in her ears, and a hot-pink ipod in her hand.
"Hey guys!! She said brightly.
"Hiya Gabrielle! We were just talking about The Tri. Tornament. You coming to watch it?" Skye asked.
"Yes. I bet you two'll try and enter..?"
"Yep. I'm gonna made an ageing potion. 5 drops each, for me and Skye." Renée said.
"Cool. Can i have some? I mean, it would be seriously wicked if i- i mean we got selected."
"er..." Renée said, with a quick glance at Skye. Skye nodded. "Sure." Ren continued.
"Thanks. I heard there's gonna be a dance or something. The Yule Ball..." Gabrielle said.
"Oooooooohh!" Renée giggled. "Who're you taking, Skye?"
"I'm not so sure...maybe uhmmm..."
Then suddenly the bell rang for Charms.

Soooo sorry if it's bad
Could you perhaps add a bit more to her personality and history? [/pre]
I've just modified it now... i hope it's okay
What happened when she began to live with her two friends? What were her parents reaction? Please answer these, and perhaps expand a little bit more
fixed

Must be Cossu!

[charlotteveela]

First Name: Charlotte
Last Name: Edsall
Age: 16
Appearance: Her half veela feature's are perfect and precise, though she did not in face inherit her mothers silver-blond hair. Instead she supports a mane of silky, wavy red-gold. Her nose is small and slightly upturned, and her mouth is full and seems to be in a permanent pout. Her eyes are large and framed with thick black lashes that contrast against her ivory skin, the green-gray of her irises have long been the subject of Jealousy among the other students.
History: Her family have long been in the possession of both money and power, and when Charlotte was born the family finally had an heir to the social throne. Charlotte grew up on a large estate only 3 miles from Beauxbatons itself, her parents have been friends with Olymo Maxime for as long as anyone can remember. The fact that Olymp has know Charlotte since birth has favored well for the girl, she is favored by all the teachers, not only for talent but for charm. And while beauty isn't everything it is certainly most things for Charlotte, her mother has raised her to believe that a woman must be both independent and wanted, and so Charlotte became both.
Personality: A girl with a mind as sharp as her tongue, though people mis-judge her as dimwitted because of her beauty you must only look into her eyes to know that the mind that lies behind them is great. She will do anything to get her way and usually does, she is a great student and particularly favors Charms. Her loyal band of friends are also followers, Charlotte hand picked them for beauty and brains. She does not look mean but when you get in her way you might as well have stepped in the path of a dragon, her fiery nature and outstanding wit sets her apart from others.
Sample RP:
''MOTHER!!!'' came the scream from up the marble stairs, "WHERE ARE MY STOCKINGS!!!" Charlotte's mother sighed, flipped back her silver-blond veil of hair and shouted back,
"MISS BELLA THE NIGHT MAID HAD THEM!" Charlotte stomped her foot in frustration and marched from her room, her high heels clattering on the marble floor, her wand clutched threateningly in her fist. Charlotte hated when Bella cleaned up. She never asked where to put things, or whether she should put them there in the first place!
Her violet silk robes swayed behind her as she stormed down the stairs and to her surprise instead of finding her mother at the bottom a boy stood there. Charlotte regained her composure immediately, she recognized the boy, Jaque Reeth, he had been fascinated with Charlotte since her first laid eyes on her at the age of 11.
"C-Charlotte! I-I-I just b-brought something for y-you!" he stuttered and held out a delicate red rose, she snatched it from him, "Y-You like it?" he inquired "I-I charmed it to never die! It- its called a "Charlotte" rose..." he trailed away at her silence as she inspected the rose, Charlotte brought it to her nose, sniffed it, and nodded.
"Its nice." She said indifferently and Jaque heaved a sigh of relief.
"I'll- I'll just be g-going then..?" he said, almost asking, Charlotte nodded and e practically ran out of the open front door.
Charlotte tossed the rose onto a glass table that gave and indignant squeak and strolled into the kitchen, her mother sat there going over Charlotte's book list for that year,
"Morning dear." she said lazily as Charlotte sat beside her at the Oak table, "Breakfast? Or are yous till dieting for school?" Charlotte nodded,
"Dieting. Though I hardly need to." Charlotte patted her perfectly flat stomach with a smirk and her mother nodded distractedly.
"It says you need "Frolicking with Mermaids" this year, and "Vicious Vampire's." Charlotte sighed and rolled her eyes,
"Why isn't there a book on dealing with annoyingly persistent boys?" she complained and her mother sighed and said in her best "Mum" tone,
"That boy is nice to you, you should give him a chance!" I gave her a "Are you Kidding?!" look and she closed her eyes and shook her head, giving up on the lost cause.

You need to give her some flaws aside from her attitude
and conceit. But, must be Sournois

[rawrchromatic]

[glow=red,2,300]Name:[/glow] Veronique

[glow=red,2,300]Last Name: [/glow]Deveroux

[glow=red,2,300]Age:[/glow] 15

[glow=red,2,300]Appearance:[/glow]




[glow=red,2,300]History:[/glow] Born in la chatre, france and raised in Wiltshire, England, then moved to Chateauroux, France, Veronique's child hood was rough, yet glamerous. Veronique's mother, Violette III was born along a line of royalty, but Veronique doesn't know.

While living in Wiltshire, she met a blone, rich boy named Draco Malfoy. The two liked to play when they were little and pretended to get married. Until Veronique moved away and Malfoy was sad.

While Veronique and her mother moved to Chateuroux, they were also living in elegance and luxery.

Within her childhood, Veronique was the popular one and the one who had the big posse. But she wasn't all jewels and vain, her father (Who she doesn't know the name of) Tom Riddle has places a dark hocrux in Veroniques eyes.She was always described as dark, mysterious and oblivious yet beautiful and popular.

Veronique sometimes uses the expression "Mudblood." to people who are trying to make a fool of her. She doesn't care if she gets in trouble for it, she means it.

[glow=red,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Veronique is beautiful. She is almost cold-hearted but she still has feelings.
<crush> She doesn't have one.
<best friend> Draco Malfoy (when she was living in england for 6 years)
<colour> green and blue
<animal> snake and pegasus
<food> angel food cake
<described as> vain, cold-hearted, beautiful, spoiled, oblivious, elegant, flair.
<strength> magic <potions, dark arts, transfiguration, charms>
<weakness> magic <divination, arithmency>
<future job> death-eater or beauxbatons proffesor

[glow=red,2,300]Samplie RP:[/glow]
Veronique quickly rushed to potions class. She slept in, she was late.
She barged through the door to see Proffesor Kemeny writing on the chalk-board.
"Im sorry. I slept in." Veronique said sitting down.
Veronique opened her potions book and flipped through the pages.
"Your late!" whispered a girl with red hair, freckles and glasses who was sitting behind her.
"Yeah, but its none of your buisness so just continue what your doing you mu-" Veronique was interupted.
"Get to work." the girl said. Veronique turned around.

After class, Veronique met up with her friend. "Potions was toturous." Veronique muttered. Her friend nodded.
"I was sitting in front of that red-hed freckled face nobody...Again."
Just then, the "red-hed freckled face nobody" walked up.
"Sorry for our misunderstanding in Potions. My apologys. Friends?" she stuck her hand out. Veronique pushed it away.
"Don't even think about it." Veronique said as her and her friend both walked away.

Please change your display name to match the application.
Only then will I read it.

There are quite a few problems with your application,
which include references to Tom Riddle and Draco Malfoy,
as Tom Riddle would be long gone, as well as the fact that
he would not have spawned an heir. Draco Malfoy, should we pay attention to the time period in which 'Harry Potter' was written, would now be an adult, ergo her history is invalid.
Her personality needs expansion, listing traits like that is
not accepted. Addressing these issues fully will result in her sorting.

[sammy]

First Name: Abelard
Middle Name: Lirienne
Last Name: Méreaux
Age: 17
Appearance:

History: For the first three years of her life, Abelard Méreaux was brought up by her mother Dryonne and her Father Rebus, but when she turned three her Mother was killed in a werewolf attack, France, where they were living had been having a problem with the beasts ransacking the area and Dryonne Méreaux became just another item on the dinner menu. The death tore her little family and perfect world apart, with everything around Rebus reminding him of his lost sweetheart he made the snap decision to leave his home, much to his Mother in Laws outrage and move himself and his daughter to Paris. With his new life Rebus took up drinking, and alcoholism took him swiftly, it was an easy way to try and forget his lost love and left Abelard to her own devices, she became self sufficient enough to keep her alive.

Just over 2 years later, when Abelard was in her 5th year, Rebus met Lenoire White, a young and extensively beautiful witch who had him captivated by everything about her in less than a month. Their relationship was whirlwind and based on Rebus's lust for her and her lust for his money. The Méreauxs had always been a significant Pureblood family in France and the wealth behind them was known throughout Europe. Even at her young age Abelard could tell that there was something wrong with this strange woman who wanted to replace her mother, but what could she do? Next thing she knew she was walking up the aisle in a cute white dress throwing petals everywhere with a younger blonde girl beside her. The other girl was Lenoire's daughter from a previous relationship; Livviana. And Abelard hated her. The truth was that the girls were just too a like, they were spoiled and childish with an inflated self of importance. It was for this reason that they clashed. For a year the two girls spent their lives playing horrendous and often violent pranks on each other, each trying to destroy the other in their childish little ways, but it was on Abelard's sixth birthday after her lavish party had been a complete success that they both began to realise something. Apart they could ruin each others lives, but together they could ruin everyone else's.

The day that Livv and Abelard became partners marked an important time in their lives, they started to become who they would be as adults. The two girls were inseparable from that moment and did everything together, they plotted ways to mess with other peoples lives, after realising that if they ruined their parents relationship they would be torn apart they let the marriage continue, despite Abelard's hatred for Livvs mother and Livv's disgust at Abelard's fathers drinking. When Abelard started school she impatiently waited for her sister to join her, many of the pureblood children already knew of them, and whispered about them behind their backs in a way that made the two girls smile. Though step sisters the two became more like twins, a constant fixture at each others sides they torment Beauxbatons starting with the mudbloods. Such prey quickly became too boring however and being the girls that they are, they manage to find something against everyone in school that annoys them even slightly. After 16 years of having to survive for herself, Abelard acts much older than she is but at times but cannot help the time she spends forgetting her duties and unwinding.

Personality: Abelard is the very daughter Rebus wished to raise since she was pulled screaming and crying into the world on that warm July night; a proud blue blood daughter to a family that was obsessed with their titles. From her father she has inherited almost all of the prejudices he practiced and looks down on 90% of the population, an avid hater of anyone that isn’t up to her standards, she’s not a very nice person for most people to be around. Born a total b*tch already she fed off hatred and her talent for everything she attempted no matter what it was, all these things allowing her to build up the image she wanted to project to others and allowed her to half rule her world from a young age at schoolhalf the students hate her with a venom and the other half are in complete awe of her, wanting to be her or be on her good side.

From her Step Mother, though she has hated her from the first day that she was introduced to the Méreaux family, she learnt seduction and employs it well with her other talents, those being her looks and being able to wrap people around her finger, together it means she can get out of most situations that she gets herself into with little consequence. Which comes in handy with the lifestyle she leads.

Aside from her poisonous side she can be as sweet as cherry pie to anyone she needs to be and convincing to boot, but she has few friends true friends and even fewer female acquaintances. There are few things she cares about in life except her money and her sister, they are, after all inseparable, prized bitches of the family and mascots for pureblood mania. Both sisters are out of control according to their grandmother and need to be taught how to be proper young ladies, but Abelard would rather spend her time getting laid, drinking copious amounts of alcohol and basically getting wasted. Life is good and she enjoys being who she is.

The inside of her really isn't that much different from the outside, she does not put a front on to portray who she is, deep down she really is a venomous, promiscuous, prejudiced b*tch.

Sample RP: When Abelard had been young, around four or five, she had gone through a phase of positively hating being a girl. There was nothing good about it! You couldn't be in mud and fight with sticks, fantasising about dangerous duels and vagabond vampires that were willing to pounce and rip your throat out. That was what her Grandmother had told her anyway. And a young girl definitely could not go around wearing shorts and a t-shirt, exploring and discovering new pieces of the wilderness. No, a young girl should stay clean and proper, learn to behave properly and adorn herself in lace and silks. It made perfect sense to Abelard why she wanted to be a boy, but it made her the butt of far too many 'aww she's so cute' comments from grown-ups. Many put her annoyance at her gender limitations down to the lack of a firm female role model, it was a strong argument put forward by her Grandmother as to why she should be returned to her in Oradea whilst her Father flitted away his remaining years swirling around a bottle of gin, alone.

When she had begun to grow however, as every adult around her had predicted; she grew out of it. Though perhaps not in the way they had expected, or wanted. Abelard now embraced being a girl, or a young woman as she was apparently now - though she wasn't sure she liked the responsible tone of this label - and she couldn't help but laugh at her childish dream. Yet though she could now see the strong plus sides to her gender, she still couldn't stand the pretty princess routine. Of course, being who she was, she had been schooled in the painful art of etiquette to the point where she thought she could quite easily attend a feast for the Queen, but she didn't put much stock into it.

In a way she had taken her previous dreams, and learning they were unobtainable, twisted them, into something else. Abelard wasn't the typical kind of girl that came from old money, nor was she the girl that her Grandmother had wanted. Tomboy didn't fit her, the clothes she wore were revealing and tight, clinging to her obviously feminine shape in a way that it was clear she had thought out every inch of the outfit, and her hair and make-up remained perfect, but she had a very male outlook on life. Take sex, it was hers to have, take and participate in whenever she wanted, promiscuity had no consequences for her and she did not think of herself as 'a sl*t,' her attitude also applied to such things as alcohol and drugs, no lady would be seen falling everywhere in a state of disarray with her system infected with alcohol and drugs. So because of this, Abelard deduced; she was not a lady.

Though in school she did often try to portray such a facade. Any form of drugs; alcohol included was of course prohibited and it would not do for her to be expelled.

One thing she still positively couldn't abide however, was lace. It reminded her of the doilies on her Grandmothers tables, how tacky. So just as the sight of a small Cossu girl draped in the fabric, she couldn't help the tweak at the corners of her full rouged lips. Silent laughter rang in her head, shining through her eyes brazenly as she shook her head from side to side. It was as if she'd stepped back in time a hundred years.

Good application, but a role play sample from another site isn't allowed.
sorry again I didn't realise. I hope it is now better.
It is, thank you. She's obviously a Sournois student xD

[lilliarose]

Aug 1, 2009 4:23:35 GMT -5 @lilliarose said:

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 -

Lilia is seen as a role modle to younger studentds at beauxbatons not only is she dtermined and hardworking in her studies she also is kind and helpful to others whatever back ground they a from. Lillia also makes everyone feel comfatable around her and would never ever break the trust of her friends . Lillia has a passion for singing and dancing and the general life of performing has has often seen singing round the corridor and the grounds. Lillia is very fond of history of magic and find it fasinating of peoples past achievements she also seems to excel in other subjects and is very itelligent dspite all this lilia is never one to brag about her abillities. she wants to be seen as an average teenage girl.
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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[cloecarrigan]

First Name: Cloe.
Last Name: Carrigen.
Age: Sixteen.

Appearence:

CLICKETH!

Cloe is quite tall, standing at 5'8, and weighs about 140 pounds. She plays a lot of sports, so she has more muscle and very little fat on her body. Because of this, she doesn't have much in the way of a chest, but this doesn't bother her. She's still pretty lanky and skinny, so she doesn't look like she could beat anyone up in a fight. Her legs are extremely long and muscular, but good looking as they might seem to many males, she hasn't quite grown into them and she is prone to tripping over them at random intervals. Her torso is slightly short compared to her legs but this doesn't phase her much. She usually wears baggy black sweats on top of bright yellow Spongebob boxers and graphic tees when not wearing her school uniform. Her favourite one is bright green and it reads "Peas On Earth" but she has many other awesome ones that she buys at random stores. In her uniform, she wears her skirt about three inches above her knee. Her oxford blouse is never tucked in, and her tie has never, ever been tied properly. Her shoelaces are often untied, and her robes are rarely on her person.

Her face is round and cute, with round sparkly brown eyes in the middle and a small button nose. A speckle of freckles are sprinkled across her nose and cheekbones. Her lips are small and dainty, but they're usually smiling, and she has a dimple in her left cheek. Her eyebrows are not too thick and not too thin, but they are usually raised in surprise or when she laughs. She has a small scar right above her left eyebrow from running into a counter at age 5, which was fixed quickly by her mother but scarred from the young girl's constant scratching at it.

For pure function, her bushy light brown hair is constantly in a ponytail or messy bun. It's about down to her shoulders. Sometimes to spice it up, she'll add a plastic headband, but she can't head a soccer ball or play Quidditch with one of those! She grew out her bangs and her hair is very uncooperative. It is puffy and rigid, and Cloe hates it. She has always wanted perfectly straight hair, but unfortunately, she got wiry, coarse, puffy hair. She has been growing out her fringe since age 12, but now it just barely fits into a ponytail and often falls out into her eyes. This is quite annoying to Cloe when she plays sports and during the day you can often witness her trying to blow it out of her eyes and behind her ears with her breath.

History:

Cloe Carrigen was born in Ottawa, Canada, to two loving parents, Veronica and Oliver. Soon though, things in the two parent's relationship suddenly went bad. Oliver was caught cheating on Veronica with a co-worker, and they immediately divorced when Cloe was fifteen months old. She can't remember her father, and her mother rarely mentioned him after the break up. The two bachelorettes lived in Ottawa for most of Cloe's child years. During this time, Veronica began dating another man named Bill, and they were nearly married. Unfortunately, Bill broke up with Veronica because he found out she was a witch. Veronica was so in love with him that this news was impossible for her to believe, and she went into a depressed point in her life when her daughter Cloe was about seven or eight.

Veronica was all ready for Cloe to receive her letter to the magic school in Canada, but some issues turned up. Because of her depression, Veronica had recently started smoking cigarettes. Cloe was too young at the time to notice, but her mother was falling into a downwards spiral that would never end.

Cloe, on the other hand, was very happy at school. She had made many friends, mostly guys, but hey? She was still extremely cheerful. Besides the typical homework problems and small squabbles of childhood, Cloe's life seemed to be on the right track. She was good in school, she had plenty of friends, she wasn't cursed in the looks department. Things just seemed to be getting better and better for her.

At age 11, Cloe was enrolled in the local magic academy and there she excelled. However, time without her young daughter made Veronica fall further down the dark hole of despair that she would never be able to get out of. Cloe first noticed that her mother looked extremely bad when she came home for Christmas in her third year at the school. Her mother looked unhealthy, way too thin, and had dark circles around her eyes. Cloe worried for the rest of the year, until the summertime.

When Cloe came home for the summer, an awful event happened the first night that she was home. She heard a scream from her mother's bedroom, and she tumbled out of bed and ran to her mothers room to see what was wrong. She opened the door to find her mom, lying on her bed with a razor in one hand and blood stains all over the covers. Her mom had killed herself. She quickly dialed an ambulance, but it was too late, and her mother was already dead.

For the rest of the summer, Cloe was extremely down and sad. The closest family members still alive were her grandparents, and they lived in London, so she was relocated there. Most of the time, she would just sit in her room, staring blankly at the walls, the horrible memory haunting her mind. Her grandparents tried to talk to her about it and it cheered her up slightly.

As well as moving, she was transferred to Beauxbatons to continue her magical education. When she first arrived, she took her grandparent's advice and tried to stay as positive about her situation as possible, even though she was still sad. Although this situation affected her greatly, she has realized that she should live her life to the fullest, because it's pointless just to go around like a ghost or become an emo kid. She has recently decided that she wants to help other people in the same situation as her and, even though sometimes it's hard, keep a positive mindset and help others as much as she can.

Over time, she has managed to build her self-confidence up again, but has found that her grandparents are incredibly supportive of her and they are great at cheering her up. She can talk to them about most of her problems and they always manage to make her feel much better about herself. Because of this, she is incredibly grateful towards them and loves them dearly.

Personality:

Cloe appears to be very perky and nearly always happy, except when she has flashbacks or people bring up the past. She tries not to get involved with all the gossip girls are always spreading, and hangs out with boys more because they're easier going and tend to be more accepting. People sometimes ask her if she's on drugs because she's always so happy, but she's a pure person and doesn't believe in that. She doesn't come from a very happy past, and although it sometimes haunts her, she has decided that it's better to live in the moment and not dwell on things she can't change. She has learned to appreciate every little thing, notice small details, and has managed to find a lot of happiness for herself. Of course she does have her occasional bad days, like any other teenager, but she has realized that being constantly miserable is not a way to live.

She's really dedicated to things she does, whether it’s Quidditch or friends or school because she is determined and if she sets her mind to a task, it is like trying to stop a tsunami: almost impossible. Sometimes, she can be stubborn to the point of complete disregard for anything but what she wants, and she doesn't care about the outcome of herself at all. She doesn't stop until she gets what she is after. She'll sacrifice her time to help you with anything, be it tutoring you in anything but Potions or just listening to a rant, she'll always be there for you. The word to describe her: loyal.

She loves to be the centre of attention or in the middle of things, and this leads to lots of trouble for her. However, being new at the school gives her a disadvantage because she doesn't know her way around at all. She needs someone to show her the ropes a little. Sometimes she can be a bit bossy, but she is a pretty good leader and enthusiastic enough to rally people together.

On the Quidditch Pitch, she is incredibly competitive, so much so that people think she might be slightly insane. When she's on the pitch, her one concern is to win. She doesn't believe in cheating, and the only time her temper comes out is when people cheat. Cloe loves Quidditch and she loves her team-mates. On the field, she's very coordinated, consistently excecuting very skillful moves to dodge Bludgers and usually manages to make nice passes to her Chasers. Off the field, however, Cloe loses any sense of poise that she possessed on the field, and it is common to see her dropping things, tripping over herself, or any other act of uncoordination. Often she just laughs it off, because of her high self-esteem.

Cloe is perky and patient, so she is rarely sad or angry, but if something makes her sad, she'll keep it inside. She does this because she doesn't want to admit that she has weaknesses. People don't usually see this side of her, but some of her very best friends are aware of this flaw. Sometimes she'll hold all her thoughts and feelings inside her and she'll hold so much in that she'll just have total emotional breakdowns. She tries her absolute hardest to stay positive and happy, but when she is forced to think about her past it is nearly impossible for her happy mindset to stay intact. When people ask her about her past, she often gets huffy and hostile because she really, really doesn't want to talk about it. It's too painful and it would be like admitting defeat which she never wants to do.

The only things that make her livid are cheating, being fake, and talking about her past. If someone is cheating, and it's obvious, she'll stir up some trouble with them and try to convince them to stop it and play fair. The reason that she gets mad at fakes is because she doesn't see the point in wasting so much energy on being someone you're not. Back home in Ottawa, one of her friends did that to try and impress a guy but just ended up heartbroken, so Cloe has learned by her friend's mistake and ever since, she has tried to stay as true to herself as possible, which gives her a large boost of self-confidence most of the time when she looks at herself in the mirror.

She typically likes everyone she meets, teachers or students, unless they're cold to her and unfriendly. Sometimes teachers can piss her off when they give you piles and piles of homework or when they pick on other kids, but most of the time she's all smiles. At times she can appear slightly frazzled and stressed out when there are loads of things going on at the same time, such as tests or important Quidditch matches, but most of the time she manages to balance her hectic schedule. When she can't though, the girl will barely talk until she finishes everything she has to finish. At times she can overwork herself, but she doesn't notice the physical and mental toll on herself until someone points out that she looks awful.

Cloe is quite a tough, determined girl. If you insult her friends, be scared. She may not look intimidating, but she doesn't back down, and will not hesitate to beat people up who have picked on her friends. So don't bully her friends, or you will feel the full wrath of Cloe. Back in elementary school, the crazy second grader took it upon herself to defend one of her friends who was being bullied by a fifth grader. She ended up with many bruises and a nosebleed, but hey, at least the older kid wouldn't be messing with her or her friends.

Sample RP:

Blankets were probably the world's best invention, period. On those particularly cold and dismal days, there was really nothing nicer than sitting by a warm fireplace and bathing in the heat. Feeling quite contented and carefree, Cloe Carrigen was doing exactly this. In the Communal Commons, she was lying on her stomach and stretching her long body over an entire couch, her fuzzy socks just peeking over the armrest and her nose in a book at the other end. Her hair was tied back in a bun, and was still wet from the shower she had taken after a particularly intense Quidditch practice. Yes, the sport was mostly about flying, but fitness was crucial to high performance! She and Ivory had found some good agility drills, and the team had been doing quite a bit of running. Obviously, she wasn't superhuman - while exercising like that, it wasn't the most pleasant sensation. In fact, Cloe really liked feeling the burn in her legs while running, because it made her feel like she was accomplishing something worthwhile. And after vigorous training, well, she just felt wonderful!

She tried to stretch her legs out a little farther, while squirming slightly under a fuzzy green blanket that had been lying on the couch. It belonged to the Commons, but she didn't care that there were probably lots of other students who buried under it just as she was doing now. Some might have worried about germs and spilled food and all sorts of gross stuff, but the Gryffindor really liked the lived-in sort of feeling. Knowing that someone else was probably there once, doing the exact same thing that she was doing at a later time, made her feel more comfortable. Biting her lip slightly, she turned the page of her book. It was a Muggle book - the library seemed to be carrying more of those lately, but she didn't mind at all. Some of the imaginary things these authors could concoct in their heads were crazy, but some of them just drew her in so much that she couldn't stop reading. Her right hand slipped up to her face and pushed a damp strand of hair behind her ear as she pursed her lip slightly.

Really, this was so nice and relaxing. Cloe was an outgoing sort of person, but she was versatile - she could entertain herself without having to be with other people. The girl was perfectly content to lose herself in a good book every once in a while, and then she would also be completely fine with heading off to a party and dancing like a crazy person. After Quidditch or any sports, she usually felt even more mellow and chilled out than usual. She wouldn't be abject to hanging out with Riley for a bit, either, because besides school and Quidditch she hadn't actually been seeing him around as much as usual. It was a bit disappointing, but she wasn't going to let it get her down. She was independent! She didn't need no man, even if he was also her best friend. There were loads of other people she could hang out with too. She wasn't even worrying about her shared Captaincy with Ivory. Of course, she did love Ive, and was glad that she was getting recognition for her efforts in Quidditch, but there was still a minuscule tinge of jealousy in the back of her brain that complained that she didn't have it all to herself anymore.

Oh well. She could always use help with practices, right? And it would be a lot easier to plan strategy with two heads versus one. It was all for the good of the team, so as long as everyone else was happy, Cloe was pleased. She realized, while thinking about Quidditch, she had been reading the same sentence for about five minutes. Usually after physical exercise, the Gryffindor could focus a lot more than usual on anything, but she guessed she was still hopped up on adrenaline. The game against Slytherin was tomorrow, and she wasn't going to let any stupid Quidditch drama put her off her game. With a sigh, she closed her book, sticking a random note from Luke in the page as her bookmark, and concealed a yawn. She was a bit sleepy, and the warm fire wasn't making things any easier ...

Before she knew it, her eyelids had folded shut and she was sound asleep under the blanket. Her feet were the only things not concealed by the fuzzy green comforter as the girl dreamed about the upcoming Quidditch game and her less-than-satisfactory Transfiguration marks as of late. She was so out of it that she didn't even notice when someone that she would have recognized quite clearly entered the common room. Maybe it was better that she was asleep for this.

She seems like a slight mixture of all three houses.
Difficult to sort.. but I'd have to say Rouerie

[purebloodsnake]

First Name: Christelle

Last Name: Patieré

Age: 15

Appearance: blue hair, brown eyes, pretty-face




History: Somewhere along the line of Blacks, lies Christelle Patieré. The one who wants it all, and gets it all. Of course. Her mother passed away when she was 2 years of age. She was killed from breaking the Unbreakable Vow to kill her family. (She was a death-eater) So Christelle lived with her dad in Western France in a mansion house. Her and her father didn't speak much at all, because he was always working and Christelle mostly was hanging out in her room, practising her spells. Christelle is an only child but her cousin, Lina, lives with them because of a tragety with her parents. Christelle used to go to a muggle school where she had popularity and was pretty much almost mean to the other kids. She was caught using a spell on her rival by the Ministry. It was a rough case but they got by it with great difficulty. All the Ministry did was give her a hard time, make her do community service (for the Wizarding World) and used a "Forgetfulness" spell on her rival and the nearby watchers. Then, a few months after the Ministry inncedint, Christelle finds herself magicly transforming. The ministry got onto her case and almost sent her to Azkaban. It was a tough experiance for Christelle, Lina and Richard but yet, they got through it. Then, unfortunatly, Lina got sick and almost died, it was hard. Christelle tryed to go through it but she ended up almost killing herself with one of the 3 deadly curses. From there, her father said it was enough. Her father sent her to a counseler because of her actions, but Christelle didn't want to go. She screamed and used her magic against him. Then. Lina and Richard had enough. They sent her to Beauxbatons for her own good. At first Christelle didn't want to go to Beauxbatons but then she lightened up and said it could be fun. Lina would be by herself and Richard would still be working. But it was for Christelles own good.

Personality: She is rude to people who stand in her way. She is a pure-blood so she occasionaly uses the word "mud-blood." She has more of a Nymphadora Tonks look. Her blue bubble-gum hair and her eyes.
She is told that she acts like her mother, but looks like her father. She is fearful of cats, but she loves snakes.
Her favourite colour is green and blue.
Sometimes she is found looking in the mirror and looking straight at herself for quite sometimes. She has a snobby attitude because she is spoiled but when it comes to friends she always has there back. Its very hard to make friends with her. Christelle is polite when it comes to her fathers friends because she doesn't want to cost him his job. She sometimes dresses under the dress code, but that is when she is upset and doesn't think too much. She has had many boyfriends in the muggle world, but she always ends up breaking up with them after a few days. Some words to describe Christelle are confident, rough, beautiful, popular, sometimes mean.
But she loves her family. She can't wait for Christmas. So then she goes home to see her best friend and almost sister, Lina.

Sample RP:
"Chris!" called Christelles father, Richard as he lie down a fork on the table.
"Come help us set the table!"
Christelle came downstairs. "Uh." she said. "Finally, Im starving."
she grabbed the forks from on the counter and started placing them gently on the table.
"I don't understand why we have to have Mr. and Mrs. Watear come for dinner. They are so picky." Lina said.
The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it." Richard ran to the door and fixed his tie.
"Welcome." they could hear him say. "Right this way."
In came Mr and Mrs. Watear. The pickiest, snottiest ones in the neighborhood.
"What are we having?" Mrs. Watear asked as Richard took her fluffed coat.
"I dunno." Christelle murmered. Mrs. Watear gave the two girls a dirty look.
"Phh,"Lina whispered. "Weird much."
Christelle nodded.
"Stupid muggles." whispered Christelle back.
Lina giggled.
"What are you giggling at girl?" questioned Mrs. Watear in an ungrateful tone.
"Well. Just something funny." said Lina back.
"I oughta pull my wand out and blast them back to wherever they came from." Lina said.
Lina learns most of her talk from Christelle, who was like a sister to her.
"So, Richard." said Mr. Watear. "Getting good gold?"
"Oh, yes. Tons." Richard said back.
Richard, Lina and Christelle sat down at the table across from the Watears.
Lina and Christelle sat parallel to Mr and Mrs Watear. They always gave them smirky looks.
"Well, Richard." Mrs. Watear pointed to Christelle. "How is that Kristen girl doing? I hear she got kicked out of Benoit Institute. The best in the contienet. How ever do you punish her?"
Christelle spit out her water all over the Watears.
"Exuse me!" shouted Mrs. Watear.
"Its only water lady!" Christelle talked back.
"Well, I want it off of me!"
"Guess your gonna have to let it dry!"
"You stupid child!"
Christelle pulled out her wand.
"What are you going to do with a stick. Kill me?" Mrs. Watear said laughing.
"You filthy muggle. How dare you insult me." Christelle pointed the wand to Mrs. Watears chin.
"No, Christelle." Lina whispered.
"Im sick of this fat lady insulting us. I oughta kill you right now." Christelle implied.
Her father looked very upset.
"Put it away." Lina whispered again.
"And by the way, Lady, its Christelle not Kristen."
Christelle swished her wand and Mrs. Watear started growing
a pig snout.
The two girls giggled.

♥




Christelle couldn't have been practicing her spells, as she would have been underage, and without a wand. What do you mean by magically transforming? How did this happen? What was her reaction? How did those around her react?
She couldn't have given 'Mrs Watear' a pig snout as she is
not of age to use magic outside of school.
Plus, wizards and wicthes are never supposed to perform magic in front of muggles, so she would have been brought in by the ministry of magic.
Address these issues please