Sorting (Term Thirteen)

[macyhenrette]

FIRST NAME:

Macy

LAST NAME:

Henrette

AGE:

Fifteen

APPERANCE:

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She stands at about five foot four, the average height for someone her age, and weighs one hundred and three pounds, considered by most underweight.

She's insecure about herself, that's for sure. You can tell by the way she dresses, modesty is the first thing that comes to mind when you view Macy's apparel. Her daily uniform usually consists of a neutral colour sweatshirt pulled over a plack shirt. As for bottoms, she normally wears either a pair of leggings by themselves or with a pair of shorts to top them off. Scarves and earrings are the favorite choice of accessories with this girl, but on occasion she can be caught wearing a bangle or two. Sunglasses are usually not worn for she is normally wearing a pair of glasses for she is far sighted, and although her prescription is not strong (L:2.00 R:1.75), she finds it annoying to take her glasses off when she reads so she just keeps them on while she in awake.

Macy also has her fair share of looks, but her most drawing attribute is her red hair, which often sticks out in a crowd. It normally falls just below the shoulder in very slight curls. As for her fringe, it is side swept to the right at all times, and she cuts it weekly to prevent it from falling into her eyes too much. While still being on the subject of her fringe, Macy often clips it back when she is either in class or doing something active. The greater body of her hair is often pulled back, normally when the weather out of doors is terribly hot and sticky or when the air is humid and heavy. But during the winter her head is covered by a rather large hat, because she doesn't particulairly enjoy the cold.

Macy really likes her brown eyes, framed by brown lashes. She hardly ever wears eye make up because she likes the effect of brown lashes, she finds that they bring her eyes out and brings most of the attention to her eyes, which are the only body part isn't scared of showing to the world. Her brown eyes have been more than once been described as puppy dog eyes, and she doesn't find this a bad thing. In fact, she uses this to her advantage, she uses them to pry, to make people tell her things, or believe that she's innocent. Of course by now her friends know of this and sometimes can resist her big eyes. She doesn't like her nose much, it looks as if it was placed there at birth because although it proportions her eyes, it gives her two features that stand out and she doesn't like that. S for her cheekbones and ears, she's rather indifferent.

History:

Personality:

Sample RP:

[dracula]

FIRST NAME:

Dracul

MIDDLE NAME:

Anghel Rafail

LAST NAME:

Enescu

NICKNAME:

Dare

AGE:

Seventeen

BLOOD:

Demonic/Half Blood

APPEARANCE:

FAMILY:

Mother - Pure - Dead - Ariella Enescu
Father - Demon - Age Unknown - Samuel Enescu
Twin Sister - Demon/Half - 17 - Viorica Enescu

History:

Born on October 31, 1991 his life had already started to take a turn for the worst. He and his twin sister, Viorica,
were born into a sort of odd family, a demon for a father and a pure blooded witch for a mother. Since birth it
had been Dracul who was blamed for their mother's death by his father, Samuel. Since it was him his mother
was giving birth to as she died a very painful death, though his sister thinks otherwise. He knows nothing about
his mother other then how she looks and smells from a picture he keeps on his personal all the time as well as
her favorite white handkerchief. As a child Dracul and Viorica were teased for being half blooded by both sides
of their family and were later shunned completely by age ten. His father, still grieving form the loss of his wife,
his best friend, tended to keep himself locked up in the families library and wouldn't come at days at t a time,
leaving his children to feed and protect each other. At least from there the twins knew they could really only
trust each other to protect one another as well as help each other. It made Dracul strong and almost body guard
like while his sister grew up to be quite the opposite of him, looking more and more like their mother almost
every day. At times it brings tears to his eyes to see his sister so happy and cheery all the time, to know she was
strong and was able to keep herself in the light, and at times it makes himself feel rather pathetic to be lingering
on the past.

Once he became a teenager his personality and overall appearance began to darken and become a bit more
mysterious as well as rather intimidating, which he later used to his benefit. It was also around then when he and
his sister had realized they had inherited their mother's magical trait and were able to preform spells from their
mother's book of shadows by the time they were fifteen (their mother was a sort of 'traditional' witch). They weren't
really sure what to do with the book, but once their father had learned they were using it he had it burned in the
nearest fire place he could find, but not before Viorica had learned how to copy it, and did so the day before,
then replaced it with the actual copy. That book is the only thing Viorica had kept of their mother, but copied it
once more so Dracul would be able to practice it all as well. after his sister left home for a few months to see what
else she can discover in the magical worlds he hadn't had much contact with her until the night of their birth day
she had gotten into a car accident and had broken both her legs and a few of her ribs, the news of this sent dracul
into a sort of panicked state of mind. He thought she had lost his only sister, his only friend to the stupidity of a drunk
driver.

Personality:

Like most people would be after living most of his life, Dracul is very serious about, well, generally everything.
Since he's had to deal with being put down so much by his father, Samuel, and having to take care of his
sister, Viorica, all at the same time he hasn't really had much time for childishness. Since the day he was born it
was just all work and no play for this half-demon, but even so he does try to have fun and enjoy himself every
now and again. Yet it normally fails on him since he somehow finds everything just overly boring as well as
disappointing to him in many ways. He can never truly seen the fun in anything he does or what others do. Most
people think he's just trying to act more mature to try and get girls or even just to be better then everyone else,
and even though at sometimes that may be the case, most of the time it couldn't be even less then untrue. Even
so he is overly serious he's quite an easy going guy in general, he treats everyone the same and isn't really one
to judge at all. Dracul doesn't really take most things too seriously if they don't involve his family or his school
work, but if it's about spats with friends of even lovers he tries to be the calm person in it all and try his best to
just get the other to see his way of thinking or be more rational about everything.

For some odd reason most people find Dracul to be rather intimidating, it may be his oddly colored eyes of the
fact he's normally alone a lot of the time and sometimes looks as though he's just itching for a fight of some sort.
Well, he really can be very intimidating when he wants to be, but being the big bad tough guy really isn't his
'cup of tea'. Though he tends to keep an intimidating outer appearance just to see who will dare cross his path
and try to talk to him, even for a moment or two, but that almost never happens so he normally has only a handful
of friends.. He's really one who looks for bravery in a friend as well as being able to look beyond the demonic
aura and see his real intentions as a person, to just be able to get through life and school as well as try and
understand how most people think. Adding onto the whole intimidating vibe he gives off people, most would
describe him as having a sort of fog around him at all times, never fading even one they get to know him. He's
always been a complete mystery to most people since his body language says one thing, his eyes say another,
and his mouth says something completely different. Though that's not really a bad thing, it just seems as though
there are three people inside of him trying to take control of his body and all seeming to fail in their own little
way.

If a person's eyes are the window to their soul then Dracul's most have been taken by the devil himself. His
eyes are described to be lifeless, soul less, love less, all due to his past and trying to just get by anyway he
really can. Since he tries his best to get the approval of his father since he was born and has not yet to be
granted with it. He really is somewhat like a lifeless/soul less body, you could cut him with a knife and it's
doubted that he'd feel it really. Another reason for his emptiness is lack of love overall as well as the love
of a mother which he has desired since his own had died after giving birth to him.

Sample RP:

Sitting at his window sill he awaited the arrival of his sister who had gone up to the attic to retrieve their mother's
book of shadows. He knew she would be able to slip past their father with ease, as she did almost every night,
but this time seemed different. He could hear running coming from down the hallway and toward the room, they
were light with another's trailing soon after those. It was his sister and their father, he had probably seen the book
and was trying to get it back from Viorica for some reason. Once his twin had opened the door to his room and
locked it behind her she quickly threw the book underneath his bed and took the false one from the clothset and
held it close to her chest, protecting it like she would the real thing.

He watched as she unlocked the door and let their father inside, he knew that was probably the stupidest thing
she could have ever done since the next thing he heard was the smacking of skin on skin, he had slapped his
dear sister across the face as he seized the book from her and then made his way over toward Dracul. As quickly
as he possibly could Dracul started to create a ball of black energy in the palm of his hand, waiting for the right
time to strike down his father if needed. His father came at him with great force and with dracul thinking on his
feet he tripped his father and stole back the decoy book then ran as fast as he possibly could down the long halls
of the castle like house and tried to take as many confusing turns as she possibly could. He knew he would
never be able to get away for his father, but this decoy was all for show, to make him think it was the real one.

He had almost made it back to the attic when he felt something heavy push up against him and causing him to
fall, it was his father trying to tackle him for the book. Dracul shot a few blasts of dark energy at him, only to confuse
him a bit then was back on his feet with the book in one hand and a ball of dark energy ready to fire in another.
He was ready to fight for the book, whether he was going to harm his father in the process he could care less,
it was really amazing how the two still called him that even with his absence all these years.

FINALLY FINISHED

He sounds like a Sournois student to me

[ariannafiorentino]

First Name: Arianna

Middle Name: Ivy Lucille

Last Name: Fiorentino

Age: 16

Appearance:
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Medium-long black hair, sometimes looks dark brown. She is of Italian and French descent and has light brown/green eyes. She is very short only about 5'2" and is very athletic looking because she runs and also is a swimmer, so she's between 125 and 134. Her style is anything that looks good to her but comfortable-ness is all she asks but she likes to add girly pieces to EVERYTHING. She has somewhat tan skin depends on how long she had been outside but has very light skin. She doesn't wear much makeup but when she does it not all over the top wanna be supermodel stuff, very simple and she keeps the colors very close to natural but will sometimes use brighter colors. She isn't shy by ANY means and is always speaking her mind, she is what might be a wild child. She follows rules but at times makes them her own (or she finds loopholes, not intentionally though) and always has an opinion on something. She always is the first one to start up a conversation and likes to help the shy people come out of their shells. and will always take on a challenge no matter how hard it will be or how impossible it may seem. Her hair is natually straight but sometimes ends up looking wavy and she either has it down or up depending on what she's doing. One of special traits is that she can (by will and she has control over it) alter her appearance, so in other words she is a metamorphmagus which she has been since birth. She knows that this is very rare as no one in her family has ever seen anything like it nor does anyone have this ability. She learned from a very early age to control it and finds it much easier to live with now that she is no longer in a muggle school and in the muggle world (she didn't live there but in order for her to go to school there she had to obviously go in and out to get there.)

History: Arianna, who goes by Ari OR Anna, was born in Rome, Italy and lived there until she was 13 with her parents and older sisters Maria and Odette who were 22 (Maria) and 19 (Odette) at the time and her older brother Vince, also 19 and Odette's twin. Her parents died about a month after she turned 14 giving her older sister Maria custody of her. She moved in with her sister who was married and had one child of her own (newborn at the time) in Florence.After they all moved to France. She went to a muggle public high school until she got her letter accepting her to Beaubatons Academy of magic. She is bi-lingual, meaning she speaks both Italian and English, but primarily speaks Italian in her home. She is closest to her brother Vince and speaks to him often when he is home from college (he attends a muggle college but plans to live in the wizarding world.) She had always known that she was from a magical family because of the fact the she was a metamorphmagus seeing that this set her apart from just about everyone .Both her parents were from wizarding families and made sure that at a certain age that their children were magical too.

Personality: She isn't shy by ANY means and is always speaking her mind and usually doesn't think of the consequences until after she had said everything she needs to. She is what might be called a wild child and isn't one to take demands from anyone (except her sister and brother-in-law and her teachers whom she always has respect for). She follows rules and doesn't make a huge deal out of them unless the clash with her opinions or beliefs. But at times makes them her own or she finds loopholes, not intentionally though and always has an opinion on something. She always is the first one to start up a conversation and likes to help the shy people come out of their shells and will always take on a challenge no matter how hard it will be or how impossible it may seem. She isn't a follower and like to take lead of things, but not bossy; she doesn't liked to be bossed around so she won't boss any one around...unless a person's actions require her to take control. She isn't perfect though her flaw being that once she is set on something she will get very serious about it and won't change her mind whatsoever, or if she gets an impression from someone she will give them a second chance but after that she has her opinion and won't budge for anyone or for any means, no matter what the reason is.

Sample RP:

Arianna sighed and she leaned agaisnt her two-story window. No one was home and she had to leave in an hour. Her suitcases were stacked up against each other on her bedroom door and she was stretched out on her back counting the 'popcorns' on her ceiling. You know the ceiling that when you run your hand on it, it all falls to the carpet and your sister yells at you for making a mess and makes you clean up? Yeah that one. She had so far counted 83 but had to keep re-starting every time her heard a honk of a horn or the chirp of a bird. Her window was wide open and she could feel the warm, cool air blow across her face sending her hair flying around and framing her face.

Her sister was at work as well as her brother-in-law Mike, and her nephew was in daycare. This ment she was all by herself at that very moment and had been for a few hours. Her house had never been this quiet before so it gave her more time to remember all the sounds that she wouldn't here for a while. The familiar sound of a million cars beeping and sounding off outside, and the hundreds of voices she could hear bounce off of her open window. The annoying drip drip of her bathroom sink that she loves so much. She also tried to memorize all the sights she had in her room and the feeling of being home. She looked over at her one wall collage, taking in all the airbrushed model pictures and her endless cutouts of all her favorite bands and musical artists. Her loud and brightly colored room always catched peoples attention, maybe because it matched her personality so well; bright, loud and overly-friendly. Or maybe it was because of the fact that nobody she knew acted like she did. From the first minute she was born everyone said she was a take charge, accept no crap, loud girl and for people to understand that, well they just had to know her (or at least try to get to know her.) She had never been so far away from her family, not even when her parents died, because she always had her sisters and brother. But to her that was okay, she needed to get away for a while anyway, seeing the same people everyday was driving her up the wall.

She twirled her black-looking hair between her fingers, slightly braiding the ends and then watching them untwist in her open palm. She breathed heavily staring bright eyed at her Beauxbatons letter she still had tacked up on the window seat wall. She blinked a few times, smelling in the familiar rose and peach smell her room carried around. She glanced at her clock reading off that she now had exactly 45 minutes before her taxi arrived ready to take her away from everyone she cared about. Don't get her wrong though, she was more than excited to head out and learn everything she could and was very happy to start talking to all the people she could, and was even planning on making a big entrance that year. She wasn't one to plan though, usually just going with the flow, maybe that's why she was so odd to people. She went with the flow but always took control of any situation and made it her own, she wasn't mean but always had something to say to someone rude, mean, or nice. She sat up pushing her hair into a loose ponytail and walking aimlessly back and forth in her room picking up things that she had dropped earlier that morning packing up last minute things.

Speaking loudly she said, "I think that's everything, If I missed anything I just have Ria send it to me", referring to her sister. She wasn't speaking to anyone in particular just generally out loud, although she was looking at her pet cat Bella, who gave her a look that clearly said 'you better not forget me or I will never forgive you'. She gave a tiny laugh and said, "Don't worry I won't forget you; I mean how could I you're to cute not to show off." Arianna walked over and smushed their faces together before letting her settle in her arms. It was true though, at least to Arianna that Bella really was too cute to not pay attention to. Well maybe she shouldn't say cute, that was just one word to describe her. Bella had the softest, pure white fur with patches of black, not like a dalmation though. She was a tuxedo cat Arianna found out from a littel reasearch. She had powder blue eyes and a very pink nose, and was just as opinionated and out there as Arianna. They were a perfect match as everyone who saw them together said, and that was all the time since she never went anywhere without her. Well except maybe the water park or store. Arianna glanced at the clock, she had 15 minutes to get everything, including herself downstairs and out the door waiting patiently for her ride. She put Bella in her carrying case, where the cat quickly laid down, preparing for their trip. She grab the case and two of her suitcases and headed downstairs, laying everything by the front door. She then ran back upstairs and brought the rest of her things down. She only had four suitcases two filled with muggle clothes and the other with misc. stuff. She also had her school trunk with her. Her sister had put a spell on everything to ensure that it all fit right and stayed nice and neat, and also allowed her to put anything she got over the term in there without any worry. Arianna got everything from the front door and outside. She stood in the doorway her eyes running one last time over everything before she closed the door, hearing the honky of the taxi as it pulled into her driveway.

Hmm. She sounds like a Rouerie to me

[nadine cloutier]

First Name:

Aurèlie-Abelle

Last Name:

Bath

Age:

Seventeen

Appearance:

Aurèlie-Abelle

History:

Early Years

Aurèlie-Abelle is a Pure-Blood through and through, no other blood tainting hers. She was brought up by her parents, Monsieur Abélard Bath and Madame Édith Bath née Rocheleau, to only associate with the Pure-bloods. Although Aurèlie-Abelle didn't understand this "life lesson" she went along with it for she was young and in need of guidance, guidance her parents were happy to give.The Bath family was a rich French family, so Aurèlie-Abelle was somewhat spoiled as a child. She got what ever her heart desired, as long as it was a wizard item. Most muggle things were not allowed in the house so Aurèlie-Abelle didn't grow up wishing to be a princess, she grew up wishing to be a great witch of some sorts.

At the young age of five she showed her first sign of magic, levitating her plate one evening. Her parents were so pleased, most children didn't show signs until later on. 'Twas about the same time that her younger sister, Jessamond Clarisse Lisette Bath, a squib. Aurèlie-Abelle's parents contempted putting Jessamond up for adoption when they found out the girl would not have magical abilities, but by the time the couple had made up their mind, Aurèlie-Abelle had grown attached to the blonde babe that was her sister.

Aurèlie-Abelle was the perfect older sister, kind, considerate and always wiling to keep her sister out of trouble when need be. Bt Aurèlie-Abelle was not prepared for the untimed death of Jessamond. Aurèlie-Abelle was ten at the time and Jessamond was five, her birthday just passing. The two girls were playing the family's home front yard with their Barbies, a muggle toy the family had bought because Jessamond was not capable of making the magical Adèle move. Aurèlie-Abelle and Jessamond's dolls were in a fight, fighting over who-knows-what when Aurèlie's doll made a nasty attack to Jessamond's and the doll went flying into the road. Jessamond went running after in, laughing, as was Aurèlie-Abelle. Neither of the girls noticed the car coming. Aurèlie-Abelle didn't know that that was going to be her younger sister's last laugh.

Eventually, Aurèlie-Abelle stopped crying over her sister's death and she tried to forget her sister. For awhile she didn't laugh for that had been the last thing Jessamond had done, laugh. But, again, after time Aurèlie-Abelle became normal again.


Age Eleven-Seventeen

Just as any age eleven witch and wizard living in France, Aurèlie-Abelle got her letter to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and she was to go on September First. But before that date could come Aurèlie-Abelle went to Muggle Paris and instantly she fell in love. Maybe it was the smell or maybe it was the change of scenery, but what ever it was, she was in love with it all.

Her parents were taken aback at the sudden change in their almost perfect daughter, she was suppost to be the perfect Pure-blood witch that every witch would envy but after one quick trip to Paris everything changed, so instead of sending the girl to Beauxbatons they kept her home, trying to fix whatever made her a Blood-Traitor.

In these years she developped interests such as Muggle Sports, Reading and Drawing to keep herself sane during all the lessons her parents crammed into her brain. She grewto despise her parents who eventually had enough with her escapades and locked her in her room, all windows and doors sealed shut. Aurèlie-Abelle went almost crazy locked in her room with nothing, her parents had been sure to clear the room of anything Aurèlie-Abelle found joy in. But on her seventeenth birthday the brunette girl escaped.

She had begged her parents to release her, she would be a good girl and quite with the Blood-Traitor antics. Finally, her parents complied and the girl was allowed out of her room. Aurèlie-Abelle acted like the model daughter for awhile, gaining her parent's trust before making her move. She waited for the time that her parents trusted her enough to allow her to stay home alone while they went to a party with their friends. As soon as her parents were gone Aurèlie-Abelle ran to her room, grabbing her suitcases on the way, and began shoving her designer clothing into the bags. And on that note the girl took off into the night.


Now

Aurèlie had no idea where to go. She was alone in the big wide world with nothing but three large suitcases of various things. So, the brunette had blunked herself on a street corner no more than eight blocks away from her house, hoping someone would find her and take her in. Muggle or not, Aurèlie-Abelle would accept anything. 'Twas the Knight Busthat nicked her up and brought her to none other than Beaxbatons, where she has been staying, and learning for the past week.

Personality:

SARCASTIC: It seems impossible, or near to, to get away from Aurèlie-Abelle without a sarcastic comment thrown in here and there. Of course, in the process she make people laugh, but this is unintentional. Her sacasem is actually meant to hurt people and sheild herself from people becoming too friendly with her. Then again, Aurèlie-Abelle is on occasion sarcastic when she's bored because she knows her comments will set people off and to Aurèlie-Abelle, nothing fills boredem like a fight.

COLD: As stated above, Aurèlie-Abelle enjoys annoying and or making people angry. You must think this is rude, but in all truth and honest it's the way Aurèlie-Abelle is: cold hearted. This is because she rarely trusts anyone andeven more rarely becomes friendly with them because Aurèlie-Abelle was isolated in her room for six or so years and in that time her heart had frozen over; her parents had locked her away because she was interested in Muggles.

TEMPERMENTAL: Aurèlie-Abelle has a temper and that's for sure. One wrong move and it's likely you'll have a very mad Aurèlie-Abelle screaming and yelling at you, on the verge of attacking. There is no exact reason for this, but it's most likely she's tempermental because when she was yoounger she was use to having a highly trained proffesional do every thing for her so she is used to every thing being done to perfection.

VIOLENT: This girl is known to have solved her problems by "decking" someone. This combined with her temper is not a good thing because when she has a temper flare she becomes especially violent. Another reason why Aurèlie-Abelle is violent is because that's how she shows affection-on the rare occasion she is affecionate-because a good chunk of Aurèlie-Abelle's life was spent without her parents to teach her the basic rules of love and affection and anything learnt from her time before isolation was cancelled out because of her sister, Jessamond's, death.

CONFIDENT: Aurèlie-Abelle knows how to walk into a room with her head held high, sure she's going to make an impression on everyone in the room. She also knows how to shake of people's rude comments with ease and return the favour with a comment that is usually worse than the one paid to her.

INTIMIDATING: Overall, Aurèlie-Abelle is a very intimidating person who on occasion scares people without intention. And then on other occasions scares people purposly.

NICE: Can you believe that deep down, and I'm talking very deep, Aurèlie-Abelle has a heart? Well she does, and although it's partly frozen, it shows more when she's around people she likes and her bad qualities are often used in a good way.

DEATHLY ILL: This may not be a personality trait, but I thinki it should be put out there. Aurèlie-Abelle has CIPA (Congenital Insensitivity to Pain and Anhidrosis) which means she cannot feel pain and because of this she usually purposfully injures herself. It also means she cannot sweat nor feel coldness nor heat. Aurèlie-Abelle is lucky to have lived past three with CIPA but it is almost positive she is going to die before te age of twenty-five. This is another reason why Aurèlie-Abelle distances herself from people.

Sample RP:

Aurèlie-Abelle could help feeling a little less solitude towards the girl whom she was to share the room with. In Aurèlie-Abelle's mind, she couldn't explain why. Was it possible that she, the one who had put in all effort possible to build a barrier in her mind while being locked away, actually like someone that was not family? Aurèlie-Abelle shook her head both as an answer and to prevent the memories to find their way into her mind, home was in the past, better to concentrate on the now. Aurèlie-Abelle balled her long, thin fingers into a fist, her nails digging slightly into her skin as the memories of her mother screaming at her, about how she was a bloodtraitor, a disgrace to the Bath family name. Then the memory shifted to the one in which she watched her picure on the family tree be burned, ashening the wall, proving that she was no longer worthy of being apart of the family. Aurèlie-Abelle was pulled back to reality as she realized that she was about to cry. She held them back, the tears burning the back of her eyes, demanding and exit that she would not allow, Aurèlie-Abelle hadn't cried since she was a little girl.

“Well, its good to know that there’s at least one other person in this school who enjoys a good period of silence as much as me.” Aurèlie-Abelle looked at the girl, Grace, who'd just spoken. A small smile came to Aurèlie-Abelle's face, nothing much, just a flash and then it was gone and her face turned expressionless once again. "I went years without talking to someone, silence is something you learn to live with after awhile," she said, her voice even and flat but her French accent was still evident in every word she spoke. “So I suppose that we will, in fact, be quick friends, Bee." Aurèlie-Abelle nodded with what Grace had said, she liked being right and in this case she knew she was right already. "Well then, since was are to be friends, let's quicken the process and tell one another about our pasts," as much as Aurèlie-Abelle hated talking about her past, she wanted to know Grace's and was prepared to give away her dark history in exchange for her's. She'd seen the way that the blond had looked at the grey sweater earlier, a look of sadness and longing had crossed Grace's face.

"So." just as Grace spoke, Aurèlie-Abelle picked up the piece of charcoal she had being holding earlier and pictured a face, one that looked similar to Madeline, her cousin she hadn't seen in what felt like ages. Putting the black rock to the white paper she began to draw out the contours of the face, or the parts of which she remembered. “How long have you been at Beauxbatons, exactly? I arrived late last term…” Aurèlie-Abelle didn't look up when Grace spoke, but instead thought over the question, how long had she been at this school for? It couldn't be much more than a day, the memory of the rain which greeted her was still fresh in her mind. "I've been here about a day or so..." she said finally, her eyes resting on her drawing and her hands moving in a sort of motion that Aurèlie-Abelle made look easy, simple and flowing, beautiful even. But the over all look of her showed uncertainy, she wasn't sure how long she'd been at Beauxbatons. Maybe it was since when she first heard of the place from her Mother when she was younger or since she actually arrived.

Must be Sournois!

[miette]

FIRST NAME: Miette.
LAST NAME: Sinclair.
AGE: Sixteen.

APPEARENCE:

HSITORY:

IT MUST HAVE BEEN FATE.

The source of Miette's existence could easily be traced back to Amandine Petit. It must have been fate for Amandine to be best friends with the then Cornélie Roux, otherwise the two families might not have been so closely intertwined. Cornélie and Amandine had been best friends since their childhood days when they had been neighbors. Cornélie was with Amandine at the concert where Amandine fell abruptly but romantically in love with the lead singer. For a month or two after that, the girls didn't see each other at all, as Amandine was spending every waking second with her new boyfriend, Mark. By the time Mark and Amandine were engaged, Amandine thought it best for Cornélie to finally meet her soon-to-be husband. They had a dinner with all of the band members, a bit of family and of course, Cornélie. The inspecting of Mark that Cornélie was assigned to do was forgotten, for her eyes were glued permanently to the equally entranced eyes of Nathan Sinclair. He was tall, dark and handsome, with shocking green eyes that mesmerized Cornélie. After three hours of talking, Cornélie was convinced that Nathan was everything she ever wanted.

YOU'RE FAMOUS, I'M FAMOUS, WE'RE ALL FAMOUS.

Nathan and Cornélie dated for barely more than a year before they decided they would tie the knot. Adjusting to life on the road wasn't hard for Cornélie -- she had already spent many months on the road with the band while they were dating. A few more months later she was pregnant. Nine months after that, Miette was born. Obviously, Nathan and Cornélie didn't waste any time. Miette grew up knowing nothing but the famous life. She loved being on the road with the band, and especially loved the Petit triplets. The four pampered children grew up together, with Mallory and Miette as the best of friends.

YES, THIS IS MY CHILD; HER NAME IS MIETTE.

Miette wasn't a horrible child. She was easy, in fact. Her favorite thing to do was cuddle, and she obeyed almost every command given to her. She hardly ever cried, and could generally wow any crowd her parents were entertaining by poking her tummy out and smiling a cheeky, adorable smile. Miette grew from a cute little girl with a bow in her hair to a refined young child...still with a bow in her hair, all the while her childhood documented annoyingly by the media. At age four, she began playing the flute, which she picked up immediately, astonishing her instructors with her abilities. She could play perfectly alone or with her instructor, but whenever she was asked to play for even a small crowd, she would hyperventilate and refuse to play. She stayed ever close to the Petit triplets and grew even closer to her mother. Life was generally good. But of course you can't really go wrong when you have millions in the bank.

MHMM, THAT'S DEFINITELY WHERE MY BOGGART EVOLVED FROM.

It was the worst night Miette had and will ever have. Nathan was out of town for the first time in a long while, leaving the two girls at home alone. On the second night of his absence Miette was asleep in her room downstairs while her mother was asleep on the upper floor. In the dead of the night, Miette awoke to the sound of a shrill scream above her. The instincts inside of her told her that her mother was in trouble. And she was. Terrified, the nine-year-old girl crept from her room to the uppermost one that contained her mother. At first, she could see nothing, but then she saw it. A masked figure, clothed in all black turned to face her from the cabinet against the wall. The small girl let out a scream triple the size of her fragile body as the person turned more to uncover a knife, glowing like a star pointed straight at her. To scared to scream, a horrified tear made its way down her cheek as she stole a glance at her mother, curled up with her head in the pillow on the bed. For minutes, the figure stared at Miette and her mother while neither of the girls dared to move. With a flick of his wrist, the figure pointed his knife at Cornélie and then at Miette. Almost instantaneously, Cornélie grabbed Miette and carried the terrified girl to the car where they sought refuge at a diner. That night, Cornélie held her only daughter close to her breast, cherishing every part of her beautiful daughter who seemed so close to death just minutes before. The next morning, they found their house raided, with most of their valuables gone. It was a small price to pay for the lives of both Cornélie and her daughter. Ever since that night, Nathan never left the girls at home alone again.

WHY THANK YOU, I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO ESCAPE.

Miette was never one for the spotlight. It didn't please her to know that everyone seemed to treat her differently when they knew of her father's accomplishments, so when she received a letter from Beauxbatons in the mail on her tenth birthday she was overjoyed. The letter was a symbol of a new life. It was her chance to wipe her slate clean and start over. No one, she resolved, would know of her father's fame. She would be normal for once. And besides -- her mother had told her of being a witch before, and her friends had left for boarding school two years earlier. The stories they brought back each summer were exciting and joining the Petits at this new, intriguing school would be even better than those stories. To put it simply, Miette was elated.

PERSONALITY:

When it comes to Miette Sinclair, nothing is as it seems. To one slightly acquainted with her, Miette is a quiet, cosmopolitan twenty-one year old stuck in a fifteen year old body. That statement is only partially true; but perhaps as any other human being, Miette has many, sometimes contradicting dimensions of her persona. Should you care to learn what they are, Miette generally wouldn't mind, but if you are content with the outside, it would make her feel quite a bit more secure.

On the outside, Miette is the type of girl that others are secretly jealous of. She's gorgeous but not arrogant, cultured yet eclectic, quiet yet preeminent, and oh so sophisticated. The air Miette holds about herself resembles that of a princess; she knows it because she tries. The girl is intriguing to most, with her lips most commonly shut, but her eyes most commonly alert. She does not speak much; only when she needs to, but when she does speak, she speaks confidently and intelligently; and she's not some quiet, embarrassed girl in the corner. Miette is not one to talk incessantly, and people of that nature usually annoy her. She tends to be a little too serious, and her fun side (yes, she has one) is not easily seen, and generally needs a little push to get started. Miette keeps most to herself, and is content with it. She is intimidating, but at the same time alluring, as if a magnetic force pulls all toward her. She is completely ignorant of it, of course, but understands that she has a duty to uphold her guard, lest anyone figure out the real Miette. And dislike it.

Flute. One of the most prominent and unknown aspect of her life, Miette is almost directly correlated with her flute. As young as she is, Miette could be debated as being a prodigy. She started at age four, perhaps because of the urgent push from her father to get her playing a musical instrument, but after eleven years of dedicated practicing, Miette has now mastered the art of playing the flute. Or had mastered the art; by the time she was six years old, Miette could play elaborate scales and selections effortlessly. She spends hours practicing each day, and finds it a relaxing escape from the business of life. Miette doesn't deal well with the spotlight, so she tries to keep her talent a secret (it works quite well; only close friends and family know of her colossal talent) and when compliments are given to her, she awkwardly blows them off, usually turning an embarrassing shade of red.

Despite her immaculate aptitude, Miette is overwhelmingly insecure. She has so much going for her, but it's never ever enough. She can never be good enough at flute, a good enough friend, a mature enough person, or anything else. She strives to be the best that she can be in everything, sometimes with a genuine passion, but often time with a selfish desire to be better than the rest. She overachieves in most things besides school, but when enough is enough, she can stop. The stopping is usually easier than the starting. Miette is a very cautious person, and always thinks thrice before she does things. Naturally, overthinking is a fault she has in her. Miette overthinks everything, which is one reason why she is afraid to love. Yes, when the noise has ceased, Miette can admit to herself that she is afraid to love. She has never met anyone whom she can trust enough to love besides her parents. They are the only two she really loves. It's sad, really; but true.

Miette adores anything that has to do with the arts, from music to painting (which she does frequently as well), she is well-versed in all. Her mind is constantly bouncing with eclectic, artistic ideas, and this often causes her to be inattentive during class, conversations, or other things she should be paying attention to but is not. Even Miette would admit that she is reasonably out-of-touch. Notwithstanding her outer cultured temperament, on the inside her mind is usually somewhere else besides where her body is. Admittedly, one her favorite things to play is hard-to-get. She's never been kissed (no one is ever allowed to know that), but is the biggest, most irritatingly beautiful tease in the world when she likes somebody. When she is interested in somebody, she gets more outgoing than usual and teases the other so much to the point where they usually get so irritated that they just give up.

When it comes down to it, Miette is only half of the things she appears to be. Sophisticated, admirable, alluring, artistic, serious, headstrong, never been kissed. Everything else, all of the other cons are hidden behind her welcoming smile. She may seem comfortable in her skin, but the truth is she isn't; her guard is never let down. The most common reason that she tries to make herself believe is because she doesn't want anyone to learn of her past, famous life. But truly she is afraid to let it down. Afraid to let others see the real Miette. That is possibly her greatest weakness. It seems so obvious, but how could anyone love a girl so broken and ugly? Will anyone be able to prove that to her?

RP SAMPLE:

The coast is clear, Miette concluded after carefully surveying the hallway, making sure that no one was approaching. She closed the door with a slight thud and made her way towards her trunk, where the cause of this suspicious behaviour was also hiding. She felt much like a criminal sneaking around in her own dorm room but then what right did she have to complain? It had been her decision to keep an important fact from everyone, even from people, whom she regarded as a sister, so now she had to uphold this charade until the bitter end. Perhaps it would have been better to come clean, just tell her friends that she was the daughter of a very famous man. Would they still consider her a friend after all the fake excuses she made? Would they distance themselves from her? Oh, they’d have reason enough to do the later; after all, keeping secrets meant that she didn’t trust them enough, right? Well, one could certainly put it that way.

It wasn’t the trust issue which stopped IMiette from telling the truth, for the most part, it was more the fact that she didn’t want to be treated differently and didn’t want people to worry about her unnecessarily, which they undoubtedly would. Like her parents, she appreciated their interest but it became stifling over the years. Cheers to her impeccable health, and so with one gulp, the relaxing potion was all gone, while a grimace appeared on her face. One would expect that after all this time she would have had gotten used to the taste, think again, it still tasted horribly. Yes, the taste wasn’t the most important thing when relaxing potions were concerned but it sure would have made their consumption easier. Glancing at the empty bottle, a deep sigh escaped her lips. Life was just so unfair sometimes but then there wasn’t really much one could, except enduring it. Making sure that all evidence was cleared, Miette locked her trunk and sat down on her bed feeling slightly depressed, which often happened after she took her potion to keep her calm.

The feeling didn’t last for all too long, usually, and if it did, then Miette just had to find some other way to make herself feel better and today she just had this sudden desire to visit the stables and its inhabitants. One of the caretakers often let her help with feeding and brushing the winged horses, saying that the animals liked her, although she presumed that they liked just about anyone who gave them food and the proper tending. Miette didn’t mind the praise though and neither the fact that they didn’t reject her presence. She liked horses from as long as she could remember, magical or non-magical, it made no difference; they just had this peculiar soothing effect on her and she needed just that, something to make her negative emotions disappear. Well, there was no guarantee that it would help but it was worth the try, besides she hadn’t been at the stables in quite a while and she kind of missed the gorgeous animals. Getting dressed warmly, since she didn’t want to catch another cold, she slowly made her way downstairs, wondering if anyone else would be at the stables at this hour.

Just as she reached out to open the massive doors leading into the stables, the doors swung her way, nearly hitting her in the face but her reflexes weren’t as bad as they thought they were so she managed to avoid the impact. A little girl, probably a second or third year, looked at her with her big blue eyes, quietly muttered an apology and rushed back towards the castle. With that Miette was left all alone with the winged horses, or so she thought, and as she walked towards the first stall on the left, her smile slowly growing wider. Stretching her hand out, Henrietta, yes, the horses actually had names, nuzzled it gently as if wondering where the food was. Miette chuckled, “Sorry Amie, I didn’t bring you any treats today but I promise to bring you something next time.” Henry seemed to understand what she was telling her, shaking her head slightly, but still allowed Miette to stroke her head. Now if anyone said even a word about how winged horses weren’t smart, Miette would have hit their head nearly instantly. After spending another few minutes with Henrietta, Miette moved on giving some attention to the rest of the horses, well, she didn’t want any of them to feel neglected.

Miette could feel her mood slowly improving; with every pat and stroke her troubles seemed to be drifting somewhere far, far away. This was only a temporary solution to her troubles of the mind but a most welcomed one nonetheless. However, the peace and quiet didn’t last for all too long. Thud! Miette nearly jumped at the sound of something falling to the ground, her heartbeat increasing nearly instantly, but taking a deep breath calmed it a little. What the heck was that? The horses didn’t seem to take this disturbance all too well either, they became irritated and started neighing loudly. Miette looked around but couldn’t see anything from her current position so she started moving closer to where the sound came from. “Hello, is anyone there?” she tried carefully. The only response she received was another loud bang, which didn’t really make her feel any better. Was someone making fun of her or was something serious going on? With quiet steps, she approached the caretakers’ office at the other side of the stables and just there around the corner she was him, the cause of the disturbance. Even though it was only his back facing her, she knew right away who he was, which was peculiar for more than one reason.

“What do you think you’re doing? This isn’t a playground. Can’t you see that you’re making the horses nervous?” and me as well, she thought silently. Out of all the troublemakers at Beauxbations, it just had to be him to disturb her heart now that she was actually found some peace and quiet, but then again, it wasn’t the first time he had done just that.

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OH MY GOSH, I'M SUCH A DORK! i didn't even realise i hadn't filled it all out D=[/i]

Don't worry She sounds like a true Cossu to me

[grayson]

First Name:Grayson
Last Name: Parker
Age: 17, forever
Appearance: (see signature)
History: Grayson had loving parents, they were promising parents and had no intentions of ruining their child in anyway like what Connor’s father had done to him. However, Grayson and Chuck never had a mother because after that, their father took off with them to France. Their mother couldn’t take it. It was all too much for her. And Chuck seemed to never get over it and neither did Grayson. However, they both took it out their anger in different ways. They turned into typical teenage boys who ended up trying new things, getting into the alcohol and more. It’s not exactly how Grayson wanted to be but it’s the road he went down and there really wasn’t much he could do from stopping himself to leading a destructive life.

Grayson and Chuck could be seen as very close brothers up until closer to when the accident happened. They were the best of friends though they had their differences. Grayson was a little more innocent and a little less destructive but none the less they held common ground. It was like a chemical bond. It was a chemical bond. That was probably most likely why CHuck had ran that night, he couldn't face what he had done because he had 'killed' someone very close to him, the only person in his life and when he'd ran and Grayson could not find him it depressed him even more because they had both lost important people; each other.

His brother actually took it to the extremes, his pain seeming unnatural to Grayson and with vodka in one hand and in his blood and the steering wheel in the other, he couldn’t control himself and hit Grayson. Assumed dead by his twin and himself, Chuck took off and never knew what became of his twin. That night on the streets of France, a group of vampires were trotting down the street in a jolly mood laughing and talking when they stumbled upon Grayson. That was the end of Grayson as a human. That night, on Halloween, Grayson was reborn as a vampire. Grayson was unable to tell his brother about what happened to him because he had no contact information with him. His owls returned without delivering letters, unable to find his lost brother. The letter to Beauxbatons had arrived a month earlier but Grayson couldn’t bring himself to stop searching for chuck. Giving up all hope, Grayson decided that Beauxbatons was his last resort, to clear his mind of what happened though as foggy as his human life was, he wouldn’t forget that night.

Personality:
Before being turned, Grayson was your typical gentleman; goody-goody, polite, chivalrous. He was the kind of boy your grandparents said was the proper way a boy should be and said that there should be others out there like him. That all changed when he became a vampire and you could say he’s a lot like his twin brother.

Grayson is very rude and sarcastic and witty. Though, seems to make friends despite it all. He can be humorous and doesn’t always mean to hurt people with his sarcasm or jokes. Gray is very polite and to the ladies and very flirtatious and honest but he doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve. He can be very cold and heartless and unless he’s up to no good, you can’t tell what he’s thinking or feeling. His face is either blank or just a devilish expression or laughing at something unless he’s comfortable around the person and even then, it’s still hard to distinguish what’s on his mind. He’s mysterious in simple terms. He’s rebellious as well and doesn’t particularly like to follow rules but a good amount of the time; he can wiggle his way out of getting in trouble when he gets caught.

Sample RP: There was nothing left for Grayson anymore; nothing here in this town in France for him. There was no more hope in finding his twin. He was gone, disappeared from his life abruptly like the world had blown up on him. Saddening it was, to see how much love for his brother he had, but not enough to continue his search. He’d looked everywhere and nowhere; accomplished nothing on the one task that mattered most to him. All the hope for the sudden appearance of his brother was washed away. Grayson himself couldn’t believe that he could just give up all at once. Why couldn’t it have been a gradual give up. But it had and had not been at the same time.

Slamming his trunk closed in the dingy, dust filled room that he’d taken as his home for his whole new life away from his father who wouldn’t have cared anyway and all the friends that he had made along the way, Grayson was done. All his things were packed and ready to go. But was his heart? It didn’t matter. Going to the school was the best thing for him. IT was his only option. Hours that seemed like years passed before him as he finally arrived at the magnificent school. He could smell vampires among the students as he walked in. So he wasn’t alone. Along with vampires, he smelled a variety of other bloods, pure bloods, veelas, fairies, elvens, weres, half bloods, mixed bloods, demons. It sent his nostrils flailing. It made him hungry but he controlled his hunger in the same instant. What if his brother was here? He though automatically as he was sorted and placed at his correct table. What if there was that chance. Hope sparked back into the eyes of the young vampire like fire from a snow covered log.

(I know the requirement is 3 paragraphs but this is nowhere NEAR close to what I can do seeing as I also play Emily Stanton=] )

Could you perhaps expand on his history a bit more?

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Must be Sournois!

[keno1106]

First Name:
Ariëlle

Middle Name:
Lucienné

Last Name:
Tigres

Appearance:
obsessivly dying her hair!! pink and bubble gum!



History:
Where It Started
Born in Marseille, France, Ariëlle's parents left her long ago. Ariëlle just guessed that they didn't want her any more. She was adopted at a orphanage by muggle's, Parker and Genevieve Da'Croix and then moved to Paris, France. It wasn't realized until after four weeks, that Ariëlle was doing strange, unordinary things, like moving her fork. Parker and Genevieve didn't know what to do, so they just let it be, and thought it was their imagination running wild. But the incident happened various times. They came forward to a doctor, and a nearby wizard heard the the couple. The wizard said he would deal with the Da'Croix, so he took them into the back room and explained the magic Ariëlle was holding inside of her. They didn't care that she had wizarding powers, they loved her no matter what.

Blending With the Muggles
Ariëlle goes to school with all of the other muggle's on the block, and gets along perfectly with them. She has an amazing talent of music and poetry and shares it with her school. Parker and Genevieve are amazed with how much talent she has. Ariëlle does every thing a muggle does, sometimes she doesn't even realize what power she holds. Parker and Genevieve have a daughter named Lynette, Ariëlle loves her so much, she thinks that Lynette is her sister. Ariëlle says she's lucky that she has the best family in the world.

The Name's
It is unknown what Ariëlle's first name is, but her middle name means light and her last name means tiger. Parker and Genivive didn't name Ariëlle, her parents did.

Her Talents
Ariëlle specializes in singing and ballet. She is a beautiful singer and dancer. When she dances its like she isn't even on Earth. Its moving and beautiful. Thank Parker and Genevive for putting her in ballet lessons. Her type of singing is pop and rock mostly.

Previous Family
Ariëlle is being called a blood traitor by her mother's relatives, The Blacks. But Ariëlle doesn't care, she says, they are no different then us. Her parents were not blood traitors, and the Black Family is ashamed that such great wizards are parents of a blood traitor. She took her last name from her father.

Moments, Sad and Happy
Ariëlle's happiest moment was when she was adopted by Parker and Genevieve and when Lynette was born. Her saddest moment would probably be when Ariëlle found out her parents hated muggles and muggle-born wizards. She shed tears for about a week, non stop.

Age One to Four
She was a cute little pink haired girl. She liked playing with Barbie dolls and watching tv, like a muggle girl would do. She had the cutest voice ever. When she turned four, it was the first time she, herself coloured her hair.

Age Five to Nine
Now, colouring her hair blue, black, blonde, she was out of Barbies and into chasing boys. Her crush, Layton, would always come over after school and they would play games and watch old Flinstones VHS tapes. It was so adorable! Then When she was seven, she told Layton that she loved him and they shared their first little smooch.

Age Ten to Fourteen
Maturing, but still talented and a little wild. At Eleven, she's a party animal! She matured over Flinstones and started watching soap operas. Ariëlle started dating Layton at ten but then she grew apart from him at thriteen.

Age Fifteen
Now she is glamerous, beautiful and still a party animal. She sneaks out at night and joins partys. She is part of the "cool croud" and doesn't really die her hair that much. (But she has to tell her friends that she died her hair pink, because its naturally pink)
Ariëlle smokes ciggerettes sometimes, but she isn't addicted. Parker and Genevieve don't know, but she is trying to quit before they do.

Dreams and Goals
She wishes to be an auror when she is older. It been her dream since she found out she was a wizard. For the past week, she has been having a dream about a snake. She just has images about snakes slithering and biting.

Other
The last time the Black family talked to Ariëlle, they told her to go to Beauxbatons or Hogwarts. They said if she went to Hogwarts then she would be in Slytherin and if Beauxbatons, it would be
Sournois.

Personality:
This is the way Ariëlle acts.

Daring
She will do anything just to get attention. At her muggle school, she is what they would call, The Dare Queen or a Dare Devil. If she gets money they YES she will do almost any dare.

Happy
She has nothing to be sad about, other then the fact that she found out what her parents are (above). She has a perfect family, perfect friends and a perfect sister.

Talented
As stated above, she is a great singer and ballet artist. She is looking forward to finding out if there is a ballet program at Beauxbatons. She can't wait to go Beauxbatons, but on the down side, she has to leave her muggle family.

Dramatic
She may be almost bubbly, but when she can't find her curling iron, she goes all dramatic. Saying things like
"Oh my god." and "Where Is It???!!!".
But everyone loves Ariëlle.

Attractive
Ariëlle has a beautiful face and a nice skin-tone. Her hair is a strawberry smoothie typed colour and boys love that. =/)

Active
Ariëlle is always out doing something. She isn't always sitting around waiting for sun to go down. Either its kicking a muddy soccor ball around the lawn or reading a book while jogging, Ariëlle is really active.

Humorous
Funny, hilarious and fun to be around. She likes pranking people and telling funny jokes. She mostly likes pranking her friend Daphanee with water balloons. Ariëlle finds different ways to use them against her best friend.

Social
Always talking during class, yet making straight b's with a couple a's. She talks all day long and is never seen without a buddy, talking.

Confident
Knowing just what to do and how to do it. She loves being adventerous and trying new things.

Moody
Emotional. Just like all of them teenagers these days. And for whatever reason she is moody. Its just how teenagers act.

Sensitive
When it comes to boys, Ariëlle is sensitive. She always is blushing and one little push from them, could send her right over the edge..

Smart
She is good in every muggle subject. Especially Art and P.E.

Ariëlle likes the colour red.
She wishes to have a unicorn or pegasus.
Her favourite food is Cupcakes.
She enjoys the movie "Rent." and "Step Up"
Her favourite song is "Fire Burning by Sean Kingson"
She had 7 boyfriends at her muggle school.
Her best friend is Daphanee Rhinston.
She never hangs out with her first boyfriend, Layton.
Her natural hair colour is pink.
She got her hair from her father's grandmother.

Sample RP:
"Ariëlle, wake up." Genevive said standing by her bedside. It was the light of day, Ariëlle is always tired in the morning.
"Your ballet performance is in five hours. You need to rehearse it a few more times." Genevieve was speaking in the softest voice, she was sweet and caring.
Ariëlle opened her eyes. Oh no, ballet performance, she thought. Ariëlle rubbed her eyes and stood up, then Genevieve left the room.
Ariëlle got dressed and headed out her door.
"Breakfast!" called Parker. Ariëlle could hear the bacon sizzling as she stomped down stairs to fufill her hunger.
"Finally. Bacon." she mentioned. Ariëlle started eating.
She could hear the soft music of the radio.
Shut up and put your money where you mouth is, thats what you get for waking up in vegas.
"Turn this song up." Ariëlle was stuffing her face.
Parker turned up the radio and Ariëlle started to dance.
Then, Lynette came down the stairs carying her teddy bear.
"Any bacon Lynette?" her father asked her, flipping some bacon.
She shook her head. "I would like toast and jelly if I may?" Lynette skipped over to the bread and put two slices into the toaster.
"So. Can I come to your performance?" Lynette questioned her older foster sister.
Ariëlle's mouth was too full to speak. So she nodded.
Lynette smiled gracefully and skipped out the back door.
"Are you exited?" laughed Parker.
Ariëlle just stared at him.
"Nervous?"
Ariëlle nodded.

It was show time and Ariëlle had been practicing all morning. She knew every step by heart. Every beat of the music.
"Now, give a round of aplause for the Lovely Ballet Dancers of Northern Paris!" the host announced. The music came on and they all began to dance. The audience clapped.

After dancing her heart out, Ariëlle was tired and wanted to sleep. Genevieve rushed up to her. "Amazing, pumpkin!" she stated in her soft voice. Genevive smiled. She was so happy to have a family so good.

That night, Ariëlle didn't have dreams about snakes. She was happy about her performance, she didn't dream about anything.

=P

Sounds like Cossu to me

[macie]

FIRST NAME: Macie Janelle.
LAST NAME: Prescott.
AGE: Sixteen.

APPEARENCE:

PERSONALITY:

Macie is probably the oddest tom boy you will ever meet. She grew up with her older brother as her biggest influences, so she’s more comfortable in the presence of males than other females. But unlike most other girl of her persona, she’s rarely seen in pants or shorts; even though one would assume she would. She's always been like this, the little girl who would rough around with the boys, rather than playing with the girls inside. But as time went on she started realizing that she didn't quite enjoy boys as more than friends than anything else. She's dated, a lot actually since she is very attractive, but she never seemed to find anyone who really sparked her interest. Every boy she went out with was much better suited as her friend than anything else. not to say she wasn't attracted to them, no she had her fair share of other encounters, but she never seemed to find anyone she wanted to be around very long.

Unlike her brother, who was very quite and reserved to most people outside his friends and family, Macie is very friendly and open. She may not trust easily, but she sure did know how to hide it. This did take a long time to establish though. When she first started Beauxbatons, Macie didn't want to talk to anyone, knowing everyone was aware of what had happened to her brother. But as the time passed she went back to her normal, friendly self. One thing not so friendly about her is her outspoken nature, though she never really knew she was being unkind about it. She wasn’t afraid to tell you what she thinks or how it is. She does have a tendency of pissing people off though, due to her blunt nature. She doesn’t know when to keep her mouth shut and, really, most people aren’t too fond of that.

She was stubborn as a mule though. She believed in certain things and no one could change anything about it. At school this seemed to be a mixed reaction, while some teachers seemed to enjoy her assertive and aggressive behavior in class, other professors around the school felt she was acting out and should be quieter and act more like a lady. Not that that was ever going to happen. It was probably also a reason she hadn't had a relationship longer than a few weeks. She didn't enjoy compromising, she always insisted that things should go her way. She was stubborn for sure, but being rather spoiled as a child and also being the youngest, it probably had a lot to do with it.

Overall, and most importantly, Macie is a very loyal person. She doesn't trust very many people, scared of what will happen if she opens up to anyone, but when she does find someone and opens up to them, she is the most loyal person you can have in your life. On the other hand, if you cross her she can be the worst enemy you can have. because of her skiddish ways around making friends, when someone she has given her trust to defies that trust, she will make their life a living hell. It hasn't happened but a very few times, but when it does, it's war in her mind.

HISTORY:

Macie Prescott was born to the best family, or at least that’s what she’ll tell you. When she was born, she was welcomed by two happy parents and a big brother. She was always told that it was a very warm day in June when she graced the earth, odd, considering she hated warm weather later on in life, finding the need to cuddle up in layers of cloths more comforting, this may have a lot more to do with the winters she endured. Some people say you can never get used to the cold, Macie did and she greatly enjoyed it. Growing up, she spent a lot of time at parties, playing with other children of wealthy pure blood families. She was often found outside with little boys and girls, playing in the garden, digging up flowers easily and asking to take them home, though her mother always told her no, through a disgusted scowl on her face. Macie nodded and smiled, though she was always let down and wished that she could bring some more plants to her slowly expanding garden in the large estate.

Her brother Erik, many times, would actually grab the plan she liked so much and take it home for her. He was the only one in her home that really encouraged her love of plants and herbology, even the house elves would lecture her about playing in the dirt, though that had more to do with her parents dislike on her curiosity. She and her older brother had a very special bond. The little blond looked up to him as a mentor and best friend, wanting to be just like him and follow him to school, even though he would be in his last year when she started her first. They played together a lot, even after he had started at Beauxbatons. He would send her letters and gifts (usually in the form of plants of books he got form school) while he was at school and on his breaks Macie was the first to greet him at his arrival.

It was just after her birthday that she really had a coming surprise. As her parents returned home, rather early from their normal night, they opened the mail that had arrived earlier in the day which bore her acceptance letter to Beaubaxtons, something she had been waiting on for months, excited to finally be in the school with her brother. In her excitement she ran to her room and sent word to her brother at school. She got no response from the older boy, but reasoned that he was studying for his NEWTS and couldn't show he excitement until he returned home in a few days. But he didn't return. It took days for the family to find their son and when they did, he was a broken young man. He had been captured and tortured into insanity. The organization had wanted Ivan to join their ranks for years, his wealth and pull very much a desire to the secret organization.

When she entered school she was brought into a world she really didn’t expect and to be honest, she didn't want to try and be accepted by any of it. She had looked up to her brother, looked forward to being in school with him and showing up all she got was sympathetic eyes and trying words of kindness. She didn't want any of it and so she retreated within herself, becoming a loaner and falling more in love with herbology as she learned. She spent hours in the Greenhouses and was offered to assist in classes, also being given the chance to advance to higher classes than her peers as the years passed. She spend most of her days off at St. Mungos where her brother was at. She went to visit him on most holidays and sometimes she was sure he really remembered who she was.

RP SAMPLE:

She knew what her mother would say. "Macie-darling...what have you gotten yourself into, now? Really..." The woman would start, and then proceed her case, arms flailing about to make a point. But Macie would hear would be jingles, the copious amounts of braceleture clanking together as she moved. Her mother was always the exotic type. How very unlike her grandfather, how very unlike herself.

Macie had abandoned the school almost as soon as class had ended. Rather odd, especially when she'd made her way outside the courtyard, braving the sloping hillside in her once shiny dress shoes (Grandfather would be most displeased...she'd have to remember to clean them later), satchel secured around her shoulder. She'd hidden her tie, things like that were much to restricting, and truly it had never been her color. There was no one to stop her from being out of uniform this far from the school, and the repulsive piece of material lay at the bottom of her bag, pressed underneath several school books.

She new what her grandfather would say about this, too. He'd be pleased however, her interacted with the sort of folk that she should have rightfully been. Not that he blamed her mother...no one really knew what happened when a squib was made. But they rarely spoke of that. One simply was not held in high society for having Muggle blood, which was why her grandfather had insisted, she was Pure-Blooded. Or, moreover, she merely 'comes from a lesser pureblooded line'.

Which were the words she'd used exactly to convince this person to meet with her. To allow her to help him. Odd really, you'd think you'd just take the help and be down with it. But that would not make this dear stranger a typic pureblood, would it? Oh no. Blood status was very important to them all, and Macie had no place among them with her confusing status.

Never the less, she'd trotted her merry way to the before mentioned "designated meeting place".

The front gates to Beauxbatons were monstrous indeed. It was almost like one of those fly catchers, something would fly much too close, only to be zapped into oblivion. But just off to the left of it (the right if one was walking in), was the smallest of out croppings. Secluded, and ruinous, it was little more than a pile of rock that might have been something like a guard tower in a previous life. Now all it was was a place for one to hide, or snog. But she wouldn't know anything about that...the last dates on the magical grafiti were well before she was born...at least the ones she'd bothered to read. Maybe that, like many other things she knew of, was an outdated past time, passed on for something else. Probably more snogging. It seemed that some of her school mates liked to get themselves rather randy.

With a sigh, she took her seat, perched on a rock near the entrance to the ruins. One leg crossed over the other, She smoothed out her skirt, tugging lightly at the collar of her blouse. She hadn't been followed out of the castle she didn't think. Who knew when he would show up...she'd merely have to wait.

Must be Sournois!

[imforgetting]

First Name:

Last Name:

Age:

Appearance:

History:

Personality:

Sample RP:

Must be Rouerie!

[parisdollie]

First Name:
Paris

Middle Name:
Charlize

Last name
Dollie

Appearance:



History:
Thought to be the Heiress of Black, Paris is much like her dead great relative, Bellatrix Lestrange. her father was pure-blood, related to the Blacks and her mother was a Veela. she was born in Wilt shire, England. but stormed off to France. She lives alone in an old house located in a small town of France.
Paris can see how people die, like a premonition.
When she was 13, she found a baby Pegasus with a broken wing, so she took care of it. Then just recently she let it go because the wing healed.

Paris's history isn't much and exiting as the famous "Harry Potter's" was, but it has been a wild ride for her.But her parents being murdered when she was four, was absolutely horrible.

She was born into one of the most wealthy families in England, the Dollies. Paris grew up in a big white house by the sea shore, though it seemed more to her like a castle at the time. For the first several years of her life she was free to run and play on the beach to her heart’s content.It was a dream life to everyone on the outside--they all longed to be that family.

That was so perfect and happy, living in the big house and enjoying easy days. But things changed the day her mother and father died. They were murdered by something inhuman, like an animal.This just would not do. It wasn’t perfect, it couldn't have happened. But it did. Paris could not stay in the house any longer. So, she took off in dead of the night. She was no longer rich, no longer the perfect child of the perfect family. She was just Paris, the girl with out a family.

Personality:

Paris is not that nice. She can be quite mean at first. In fact, if anything, she would slap you across the face if you said she was nice. She has plenty of is mood swings. They're perfectly natural for her. Sometimes she can be quite the kind person. She's truly kind at heart, and wouldn't hurt a decent being if she had a choice. It's almost sad you could say. Paris is the cynical type. She likes to scan things, and make sure that they're correct.

She wants everything to be perfect. Paris can be quiet if she wants to. She can slip through any corridor and won't be heard, and she likes to play roun with other's minds.
talk about tricky. At first, you don't want to trust her. She can be quite the vixen. She is the jealous type, and if her man
is looking at some other girl... It won't be pretty. It'll seem like she is gonna rip them to shreds. Paris is the kind of girl that you don't want to turn cross at. She can go sour easily.
practically a fighting machine. Paris is also extremely temperamental. She could be smiling one moment and seething the next. she is impatient and sarcastic. But still abnormally beautiful. She does not like waiting for anything, everything has to happen NOW! It’s needless to say that Paris’s impatience gets her into trouble a lot because if what she cannot wait for does not happen, she will attempt to MAKE it happen. This does not always turn out well. Her sarcasm is the icing on this little time-bomb (with a short fuse), not only does she not say much, whenever she does speak – if she is not trying to charm or con someone, it is something mean, hurtful or vicious, if not all of the aforementioned (except for her friends).

Sample RP:
Paris was walking in the middle of the night. She was lost and couldn't find her way back to the forest. It has been four hours and she hasn't seen anything looking like a house. But suddenly, the bush rustled and then it stopped. Paris looked at the bush for a second time, then once more. "Who's there?" she called out. The bush, again rustled. "I said who's there?" she repeated. Paris walked up to the bush and pulled the leaves back. it was a girl. "Who are you?" Paris asked fiercely. "St-St-St-Stella Murray." she stuttered. "Well what are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" asked Paris. "This is where i woke up." she stated. "Are you a muggle?" Paris questioned. "Half-blood." said Stella. "Have you gone to a wizarding school?" Paris was curious. Its not everyday that she finds a half blood in the middle of the night when she is lost."I start Hogwarts in two two years." Now Stella was stammering. "Then why are you near France?" Paris asked. Paris flipped her black hair out of her face. "I told you, i woke up here." Paris helped Stella out of the bush. "Well, you know what kid? I'm lost and i really need to go to sleep so-" Paris stopped herself, then sighed.
"What ever am i going to do with a half-blood?" Paris asked herself aloud. "Just leave me here." suggested Stella. "OK then, suit yourself." Paris said as she started walking away.
"Just until sundown tomorrow." Stella said. "Just keep me until next sundown" "Well..i don't know. Babysitting is not in my manual." Paris yawned. "I will behave and not complain." Stella said. "I don't wish to be alone with large deer
and fierce creatures." Paris looked at Stella then finally said,
"Fine. But bug me once and I'll hang you from a tree."Then they both went off into the middle of the night.

FIXED FOR SORTING CLOAK!!

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[jace]

First Name: Jace
Last Name: Rigby
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Living in a small town in England, nothing is kept a secret. In that small town, a woman became pregnant with three children, but at the same time. It was an uncommon thing to most people of the town since not one family had a set of twins in the least. She wasn't a native of the country either. Born and raised in the country side of France, this woman came to England through a man she fell in love with. Total strangers until they met at an art show. There they fell in love and instantly got married. Nobody seemed to care that it went to fast, but instead they were happy for the couple and urged it on. They watched the man named Anthony grow up and knew he was one to have difficulties with women. So when they found out a woman had falled for him, they accepted and were proud of him.

Just a year later, the woman who's name was Winona was told she was going to have triplets. Not wanting to find out what the genders were, she waited and anticipated with glee. By her side was her most loved husband and they planned out their future in bliss. Throughout the pregnacy, bumps came along and soon yelling and items crashing could be heard a block down. They blamed it on the hormones, but it wasn't just that either. The birth came and the couple had forgotten their troubles and were once again that perfect couple. Out came a girl first and named her Clarrisa and decided against the french verison of it because the two thought they'd live in England forever. Another girl came and she was named Ophelia after the Shakespearean character in Hamlet which was Anthony's favorite Shakespeare piece. Now by then Winona was feeling a bit disappointed in all her joy. Yes she had gotten two little girls, but she had always wanted a little boy since she lived in a family of all females excluding her father. Her wish had come true and named him Jace. It was something unique like most of her childrens names, but somehow, she was more attatched to this boy than her girls. Maybe it was just because he was a boy and the last to come.

So they grew up in their average porportioned sized house. Now most people can hardly handle one kid at a time and it took every bit of energy to handle three. Winona was a stay at home mother while their father was an artist barely making enough money to get them by. The fights broke out again and it last for a year. Every time it would get worse and worse. The yelling increased. More objects were strewn through the air and by the end of the year, it had gotten physical. This all happened before any of the triplets could have memories and when they turned one, the couple were tired of fighting since they hardly had any enregy left. On went their life in a boring state. A few bickers there, a few on the couch sleeping for Anthony, but the point was that they were growing apart ever so slowly.

As Jace grew up, he saw the happy couple by day, but when he was asleep, he didn't see what happened after they took off their mask of happiness. Admirnig his father, Jace took up art. His father was pleased to hear this and took an interest in Jace finally. He hadn't paid so much attention to him early on. At age seven, Jace was being taught by his father. Though he was taught strictly, Jace had improved very much and his reward was his father's acceptance and pleasure. His father seemed to be hard to please then, so this was something Jace treasurered. After Jace had become more talented with his art, him and his father hung out more. He actually felt like they had a bond and they did. His mother had seen this and had warmed her heart up and after that the bickering had died down to almost none. He felt like he had made a change.

Ten years old now, Jace was talented. But nowhere near as his father. His father was like the God of Art in Jace's eyes. But one afternoon Jace was in his room staring at a blank canvas. His paint supplies were sitting not too far away from him and the room was filled with music. Mostly because he had headphones on. He found it easier to concentrate when he drowned out the noise around him with music. One moment he was in his room, and the next he was downtown. He was ontop of a building and when he gazed down his fingers began to swipe over the scene below him. When he came back to his room, he found his father against the wall with fear on his face. His eyes darted to the canvas now and then and when Jace looked at the painting he saw the scene he just witnessed. He had painted a girl about to be burried underneath a bunch of watermelons. The next day when they went downtown, Jace had forgotten about the painting he had drawn since he just thought of it as a painting. There just as he had seen it, was a truck going out of control and the watermelons pelting at a girl. But Jace seeing this all before had shoved the girl aside just in time.

Since then, more of these painting he kept drawing had predicted the future. Some didn't happen until weeks later, months later, days later, or even minutes later. It had freaked his parents out and they tried to hide the fact that their child could predict the future and paint it also. Another wizard had stopped by and had told them that they shouldn't be ashamed or afraid of him. He was just a Seer with an extra ability thrown in. Skeptical about it, they tried to act normal about it. But some of the images he drew were a bit terrifying and could be distrubing also.

As he matured a bit into teenage years, Jace had grown less serious about it, but he drew about one picture of the future a day since becoming more of who he is now in the present. He spends his time in places that have a lot of art supplies around just incase something big comes along, but nothing really ever has. It was just all meaningless pictures to him but knew that these pictures would mean something to someone else where in the world. To continue the saga of his parents, they ended up spliting up when he was twelve. His mom moved back to France and took her children. The only way he'd be able to see his children is if he came to her house and even then she probably wouldn't. But four years later when they were sixteen and had gotten accepted to a wizarding school, their father showed up and it was like they had fallen in love again and were back together dating again. By now, Jace didn't care what his parents did. He just didn't want to get involved with the drama. Besides, he was going to be at a school for most of the time the drama continued.

Personality: Jace is art. His life is all about art. His mind was created to view art. He thinks in ways most people don't and likes different points of views. He likes to disagree a lot even if the person he's disagreeing with is right in every possible way. He just likes to look at in a different way and in a different point of view. If someone came up to him and said this is the color red, he would say no and say something like, are you sure? because it could be called something different. And on it would go. He's good with his hands. In more ways than just art. But he considers himself an above average artist. His main thing is music. He loves to play the piano, guitar, and cello. He's more for classical music, just because it's older and has history to it. Art and history just go together, and though Jace isn't very intelligent, he's intelligent with his musical and art history. Anything about the Renisance, Jace will know it. Jace is in love with woman even though he pretends to be gay. He only pretends because he can get away with more things like sleepovers and gets in on all of the juicy gossip. To him, women are the definition of art. He loves to draw faces of women and refers to almost every painting being womanly beautiful. Being artistically intelligent, Jace has became a person of perfection. He needs everything perfect or it's crap. Not including woman. Even if they're ugly, he thinks they're beautiful. They just need to find it. The only artistical thing he can't do is dance. He has two left feet. He's just not the athletic type. He'd rather sit on a couch and vegitate and eat junk food. He's such a junk food guy. His body structure may not look like he's a junkie, but he is. He could almost say he hates healthy food! But that'd be wrong since Jace loves all the food in the world.

Though he may come off rude and blunt and a bit full of himself, he's a sweetie. Built of compliments and nice words, Jace is a friend making machine. He doesn't lie either. He can't. He was raised to be truthful even if it was terrible. But he has learned how to twist the truth to make it sound good to your ears. Or at least he tries to. But if you want to hear the truth, you better be able to handle it because it comes down like hail sometimes with what he says. Hanging around girls, he has picked up the habit of gossiping. A guy can hear a lot when he's well connected with most of the people. Though he may be complimentary, he's judgemental and can give you the cold shoulder if you give off the wrong impression. This is where he can come off as rude. He is...but sometimes it's just the truth or his judgemental thoughts. It's mostly the truth he shares all the time. Since the truth is harsh, people think of him as harsh and a self esteem downer. He's a hard person to read also. He doesn't show weakness and the only emotions that he let's people see is through his artwork or music. Nothing else.

Sample RP: Thunder rumbled in the background and a flash of lightening lit up his room. The square sized room held a bed and too many art supplies and a cloest was built into the wall. The only pictures he had in his room were the ones he paintd of the future. His once white walls were covered with paint splatters of every color he could get his hands on. On the floor of his dark room were scentless lit candles. There were about ten of them lighting up the space around him. But he didn't really need them once he began to paint. These paintings he drew were almost life like and Jace had never done something so well done. It was a good thing and then a bad thing. Good because he was getting better and bad because he almost always drew something disturbing.

His eyes slowly closed shut like he was about to fall asleep, but then opened just as slowly as they closed and were now completly white. Nobody could stop him now. He wouldn't stop until his painting was done. His hands moved swiftly and gracefully. Nothing but thoughts of the future and what he was seeing. In his mind he was just outside the entrance of his house. It was a sunny day out, but there was a mysterious auora around the place. Maybe it was just him because the land was beautiful and the sky was bright and he couldn't tell what was so mysterious about any of this. But then he saw a figure running towards where he sat. He knew that the person couldn't see him, so he leaned against the doorway. As he waited, the person back in the room was painting the lone figure running towards the house. It was done soon and when he had no more canvas, he got up and began to paint on the wall of his room. In the future he witnessed something he didn't see coming and was slightly horrified. He could see his parents embraced like he's never seen done before and his eyesbrows narrowed with uncertainty.

He came back to the present time and when he took in the painting on the wall he backed up. Looking around for a clock he saw that it was two in the morning when everybody was surely asleep. Rubbing his dirty hands on his face, Jace sat down on his bed. What was his mother going to say when she sees this on his wall? He'd have to paint it over before the morning came or she'd be furious and he wasn't about to tell her this sort of thing. It always went wrong when he let news like this out to people who couldn't quite handle it. Sighing, Jace dug out a can of white paint and began painting it over. He only had a brush and there was a lot of colors he used to paint the picture. It took him many layers of white and his thoughts were running a mile an hour as he covered up his dirty work.

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[elusiverose]

First Name:Stella
Last Name:Lucidus
Age:17

Appearance: Stella is average height, standing at about five foot four with a slender figure. She has long black hair that is tied up in a high ponytail that resembles a squirrel's bushy tail. She has a heart shaped face and she sports tiny freckles, which is rather unusual because she is of Asian descent.

History: Stella was born to muggle parents in a small town upstate of New York. Vera - a wedding planner and Desmond - a banker. She is the only child. She grew up in a middle class family with a high class upbringing. Before she was a year old, she recited a verse from a song her father had made. At age five, while playing in the yard, she touched a bush with closed buds that immediately bloomed. From that point on, her parents knew she was something extraordinary.

As Stella grew up, she became more radiant and she learned something new each day. She was curious by nature and this helped her greatly in training herself to hone her skills. By age 11, she had already learned how to turn sand into glass without the burning process that muggles did. Her parents thought she was unique and amazing and as Stella grew up, she began to think so herself. However, she stayed modest and kept her secret under a tight reign.

On her sixteenth birthday, Vera handed her a locket passed down from her mother to Stella. Vera told Stella that her mother mother was a Veela, making Vera half and Stella a quarter. She figured why it's been constant that boys and some ladies did try to pursue her. Knowing this, she became more confident in herself.

For the next year, Stella would perfect many hobbies such as dance, violin and the piano. Painting pictures of the nightsky became her favorite hobby. Though many liked her and adored her, she couldn't help but feel out of place. As she sat on the porch one night, she clutched her locket in her hand and looked up at the stars. "This mundane life is great, but I feel out of place. If anyone up there could give me a sign of where I belong, I'd be incredibly grateful."

The next morning, she woke up to find a letter by her half open window. Inside was a letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Excited and a little anxious, her parents sent her off to study abroad. She walked on forward leaving behind her muggle life and into a new one as a witch.

Personality: Stella a bit self-conscious though she is part Veela. She fails to see physical beauty that others see in her as she focuses more on trying to improve herself by taking up many interests. She's aloof, but when she warms up to you, expect a loyal friend. She loves to be silly but in a manner where she still manages to stay graceful. She's smart, witty and a bit sarcastic. Watch out though, because she can have a temper!

Sample RP: As she walked through the doors of Beauxbatons Academy, she was in awe. The impressive glass chandeliers, the poised students and the uniform couldn't have had made her happier. The hat complimented her black hair and it didn't look so bushy under it. She felt as if she were a kid again. Everything seemed so new! In her dormitory, she jumped up and down on the soft, blue silk sheets and outside was a perfect view of the sun. The classes were indeed challenging, but she always loved challenges.

She is studious by nature, so she has her nose in a book for most of the day. In the muggle world she was Miss Perfect. Here, She was Miss Lucidus of the Beauxbatons Academy. Being new to the school, she was a bit distant from her peers. She often roamed the halls during days where there are no classes. She loved to go to the observatory tower to look at the stars.

As the cool breeze of the night rolled in, she sighed deeply and awaited for what tomorrow would bring.

Hiya, we won't read applications until the display name matches the name in the application(it's a rule that you must have a first and last name). Thanks.

[angelgirl]

First Name: Viktoria

Last Name: Clark

Age: 16

Appearance: Viktoria stands about 5' 8". She has long dark black hair that reaches down to her hips. She has brown eyes with a little red undertone to them. She is very slender for her age. Though very fair skinned she wears a lot of dark colors, mainly black.

History: Viktoria Lynn Clark was born to Renee and Stewart Clark. Her parents worked with a business that involved a lot of traveling. She spent a lot of her time going with them, flying from place to place, getting to see the world. She loved it. She is an only child. Some of the trips her parents went on she wasn't able to go with them. When she was about nine years old her parents went on one trip while leaving her home with a nanny. She waited for weeks for them to get home, the day they were supposed to come home had come and gone already and they still never returned. She finally asked her nanny what was going on the day most of her stuff was loaded up into a strange car. Her nanny told her that her parents plane had crashed and that no one could take care of her anymore.

She was sent to a foster home where she had a foster brother, Josh, who was really nice to her. She had to learn how to do chores and help out around the house, but her "brother" helped her make it fun. Her foster parents were nice enough, though it wasn't what she was used to. After a year another boy, Roman, was brought into the house with them. Her and her "brothers" got along great and would always hang out together and play games. She has continued going to school, though she still doesn't much care for the big public school. She always managed to stay top of her classes and help her brothers with there work and grades too.

She wishes she could have her old life style back, though she loves the life she has now. She isn't much for talking about her real parents and all, the memory of loosing them and growing up without them still hurts and makes her cry. She is so glad that she has Josh and Roman as her brothers now though. They still live at the foster home and she agreed to write to them every chance she gets.

Personality: Viktoria is really random, hyper, and loves making new friends. She is artistic and loves music. She writes peotry a lot. She loves the outdoors and enjoys going outside and sitting under a tree to read a good book, she especially loves romance novels. She likes to sit back and hang out with a group of friends to just visit and have fun. She is very athletic and loves performing arts. She loves just spending her time surrounded by friends. She loves storms and sunny weather, so no matter when it is you will normally find her outside enjoying the view. She also is a flirt when it comes to guys, though when in a relationship she is totally and completly devoted.

Sample RP: Viktoria lay in bed with her eyes still closed and just took in the sounds of everything surrounding her. Her first full day at Beauxbaton, she couldn't believe this was all really happening. After a while she finally pulled herself out of bed with the thought of going and exploring the campus. She had heard a lot of talk about how beautiful the campus is. She set her feet on the floor and stretched her arms up above her head. She didn't have any room mates yet so she got first pick at a bed. She found the one with the window beside it and an amazing view. She walked to the window, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and listened to the sounds of nature.

Then she walked over to her dresser and pulled out her favorite black short sleeve t-shirt, a pair of shorts, and also grabbed a black messanger bag she had brought with her that was at the foot of her bed. She went and changed then looked through all the books she had brought with her. She located three books that her foster mom had gotten for her right before she left. "Oh, here they are," she said as she added them to the bag as well as a couple snacks. She looked in the mirror, and pleased with how she looked she headed for the door.

She went out the front doors and as soon as they opened she looked out and took in the view. "This is so beautiful, I can tell I am going to just love it here." She walked out by the lake and found a shady tree, climbed up to the lowest branch and got comfortable. Digging through her bag she found one of the books, opened it to the first page, and started reading.

After about an hour she set the book in her bag, which was hanging from the limb above her. She stretched, then lay her head back against the tree and closed her eyes. The little bit of sunlight that made its way through the leaves warmed her face. This was such a peaceful place to be, she loved it. While thinking about everything around her and how she hoped to make a lot of new friends she just layed there and relaxed more and more until she fell asleep.


Must be Cossu!

[rosalinedolohov]

First Name: Rosaline
Last Name: Dolohov
Age: 16
Appearance: As in image - dark hair (normally curly) and also dark brown eyes. Quite short, hourglass figure.
History: Rosa is the only daughter of a single mother (supposedly of Black descent), who is an auditor with Gringotts. Her mother calls herself Anna Norrington-Black, but her birth certificate has been mysteriously missing for several years, as are her school records etc. - as far as can be proven, 'Anna' simply appeared some time after the first war with a small boy (Donovan Norrington) in tow. Donovan's parentage is also highly questionable, and the most popular theory is that 'Anna' is in fact Callisto Black, the ex-wh*re of several confirmed Death Eaters (including Dolohov, Malfoy, Black and Nott). Rosaline herself is rumored to be the only living child of Antonin Dolohov, a Death Eater renowned for his participation in the brutal murders of Fabian and Gideon Prewett (although for obvious reasons this is officially denied by her mother). Rosa has been almost entirely home-schooled and isolated, growing up quite spoiled but without the opportunity to make any real friends. Her only acquaintances are other pure-blooded children of similar ages and friends of her mother and older half-brother.
Personality: Rosa has ambitions to become a barrister (working in criminal law, preferably for the defense) or to work in commercial law as a solicitor. Although creative (singing and writing), she is considered to be quite strongly independent and superficially selfish - only a few close 'friends' hold her deepest loyalty and respect, and are in turn considered with care in future plans. These so called 'friends' are invariably pure-bloods, as Rosa has been brought up highly prejudiced towards half-bloods and Muggle-borns - naturally, Rosa keeps these beliefs under wraps, rarely airing them publicly (and even then, very carefully). She is a master of word-play, implying things she doesn't really mean and easily manipulating most who come into contact with her.
Sample RP:
The sun crept through the curtains, and Rosa scowled at it. She snapped at the House-Elf bearing her breakfast, and quickly flung the blankets off before she could convince herself to stay any longer.
Dragging herself to her en suite, she stubbed a toe on the corner of her vanity - a muttered curse and the whole thing burst into flames. She left it for the elves to sort out and dropped into the waiting bath.
Still half-asleep, she dragged her fingers through her knotted curls to make it easier to wash, and set to cleaning herself thoroughly. A pure-blood (even if not officially) must always look her best.
Eventually she was cleaned and perfected to her own satisfaction. She climbed out, slipped a towel around her torso and stalked into her wardrobe.
What to wear...
She glanced at her clothes and shoes, row upon row.
Black, black, black - and blood red lipstick. As always.
Munching on the pain au chocolat left on her breakfast tray (and ignoring the rest) she tripped daintily down the stairs in her stilettos, ready to crush the next unfortunate wretch to cross her path.

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First Name: Tristan Blase

Last Name: Zamora

Age: Sixteen

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance: Harry Treadaway

History: Blase Zamora was born in Lyon, France to his well off parents. He was a muggle of course but one with a like for adventure that had not been seen in his family before that. He was a muggle, he didn’t posses any traits that would have sent him to Beauxbatons. However, he was a crafty and handsome illusionist. A master of slight of hand he would not be dissuaded by his family to give up his passion. He traveled to Rome with nothing but the clothes on his back and his head on his shoulders. He made women blush with his smiles, children laugh as he made rabbits appear and birds disappear. Men who could be baffled by little scratched their heads at his tricks. Blase was successful if a little lost in the world.

Ingrid had no last name, she was disowned from her family at the age of sixteen. She grew up outside of Rome. From what could be gathered about her murky past, she came from a poor wizarding family. Her mother was a veela and her father retained some dulled down magic in his veins, they had many children. Many of Ingrid’s sisters turned out to be squibs, her brother Marcus (their only son), sister Asia and Ingrid were the only ones to show some sort of magical ability out of their total of seven children. Marcus was praised by his father but pressured even more so to pull their family out of the desolate state they were in. Her father had little magical ability, he wasn’t even that good looking. Their mother was beautiful but she was a veela and had a risky temperament sometimes leaving for weeks at a time before returning home. Asia and Ingrid did the best they could with what they had, while Asia was docile and doll like Ingrid was beautiful and mysterious for a greater part of the time. Her hair was midnight black, like her mothers when she transformed although she did not have a beak she stood out from the rest of her sisters like a stain on the sheets. Her brother Marcus had curly red hair but the rest of her sisters were just as enchanting as her mother, fair haired without her temper they would go off to make hopeful marriages one day.

Ingrid became pregnant at the age of sixteen, when she was promptly disowned. No one knew, or cared who the father was. The circumstances of the conception could only be guessed at, Asia was certain that she did not care for the man but that her fate was forced upon her. He disappeared shortly after Ingrid came home bloodied and battered as soon as her pregnancy become apparent she had to go. Their was no place for an unmarried mother in their home, for all their flaws and the way their mother left for days to be with other men you would have thought they could have been more caring towards their daughter but they let her slip through their fingers.

Ingrid traveled to Rome and found a means of supporting herself and her unborn child, with a long time to go until the birth of the child she suffered a miscarriage. She could have gone home at the point back to the mess house that her five sisters still lived in, her dull father and wicked mother. Her brother was attempting to make some money for the family with his bleak wizarding talents but they hadn’t heard from him in weeks. She had found her chance at escape, her family did not want her back. They could do without her, her sisters would manage her mother being doting daughters had always been one of their strong points. They were a whole then, the six of them did their best to keep the home to clean, to please their mother when she got into one of her moods, to keep their father entertained as they slowly were educated in the muggle school in the village. As hard as they tried she knew, they would all be forced out eventually. Marcus and Ingrid were perhaps the only ones capable of running as fast as they could and cutting that part away from themselves completely. Free of everything but herself to remind her of her former life she made her way in Rome.

Blase had always paid attention to the rumors, he was always looking for a new trick or illusion to play to his crowd. A pretty girl to put in his shows to draw the mens eyes away from their wives and work to sweat a little as she was sawed in half or had done the impossible. He wasn’t the marrying sort, he had to live for himself only if he was going to live off of modest but comfortable wages. When he heard of the enchantress however he could not be dissuaded but to go and find her, she sold what the people called potions. For love, to cure ailments of the body and mind although this was not what he was most curious about, her beauty was something that the men passing in the street could not put into words. Perhaps it was because they saw so little of her, she wore dark cloaks and kept the hoods low over her face. He went willingly at first, to look at her and she was as everyone alluded to a mark of otherworldly beauty on the world. She was crafty like him, he felt that she knew she would not make as much money if she strutted the streets pushing her products on the rich. Her niche was with the poor, she never filled their desires quite completely always making them come back for more. She shrouded herself in the air of mystery that brought so many just to attempt to see her, lingering at her stall. Blase was among the majority, he couldn’t control himself feeling the need to see her. His logic stalled him for only moments and soon he began to give in knowing that it was inevitable. Her beauty was so fascinating to him that he could think of little else, he needed her for his show. She could draw so many people in, if he put her out in the open for mere moments.

Ingrid had made her living well, she sold peasants and the like simple and diluted potions that she had learned how to make from her brother. Her bother, sister and herself had been quite the hand at potions while they were together. They had made love potions for their mother to make her stay, ones to keep her in good temper. Working to engineer potions to make her father more successful. Some of them worked, some of them didn’t. Of course, the muggles who gawked at her didn’t know any of this. They only knew that she soothed their desires for a while, just long enough to pretend that their lives weren’t quite as deplorable. Soon, she was summoned by the rich for her talents, rumors of her beauty and magic had spread. She was mystery as much of an enigma as she could be under the circumstances, she was comfortable and she declined many offers of marriage. She would not be taken for her looks again, she still mourned for her first child but when Blase started hanging around the tent she could not help but become interested at a distance. He was talented and handsome, for a muggle. His magical trinkets were cute and she knew that he wanted her, when he spoke to her at her stall trying to catch her eye under her hood she felt the warmth of his hands as he took the potion from hers. The slight aristocratic French accent in his voice gave him away, he worked hard to keep it concealed. When he sent a message to her asking for her presence she couldn’t help but be interested.

Blase needed her for his show, more than that he needed her and he wanted her. Her remedies were superb not the frivolous things that most of the women sold, Ingrid’s actually worked. He remembered the first day he spoke to her and the way her cold fingers gripped the bottle but still grazed his hands sending chills down his spine. She knew she would not agree easily to his proposition, she wasn’t stupid anymore than she wanted her flourishing enterprise to be taken over by a man. Blase was making more and more money now, he had taken a few children off of the street and taught them some tricks. He could afford to take a day off now and then and still afford a good bottle of wine, when his works didn’t nick off of his prophets. He could buy her out at a reasonable price now, then he would be closer than ever to her. The enchantress arrived at his home mysterious as ever, he removed the clock from her shoulders and had felt the chill of her skin against the very tips of his fingernails. She wore a long dress of red almost black silken material that tied around her neck but left her back and shoulders uncovered. He could only be mesmerized for a moment by her raven hair hanging down her back covering her ivory skin, as she turned to face him her collarbones were like basins for water, her neck like a swans holding up her sharp but beautiful head. Tendrils of her black hair were suspended in braids at the top of her head. She wore bracelets of silver around her wrists.

Ingrid dressed in her finest, she had no need to do this normally for her disguise of a cloak usually left enough to the imagination that she could wear rags underneath. However she already had her suspicions about the young man, his accent was enough to intrigue her and as he laid out his business plan, he clutched a cup of wine in one hand trying to steady his nerves. The more wine he drank the more his accent came out, Ingrid did little talking. She already knew what she had to do, she felt the bottle secured safely in her waistband as she said “You’re going to buy me out and not even buy me a drink.” She smiled slightly with her eyes as he went into the kitchen to get her a glass, it was apparent that he was at least intrigued by her but she needed more than that, she poured the vile of love potion into his glass and waited for him to return. He brought her a glass, the stem was crystal more like a goblet and shiner than anything she had seen in his house up to this point. He smelled and tasted his own wine appreciatively and could not stop looking at her. “So Blase, tell me about your family” she enquired, at this point he would tell her anything that she wanted to know. Affection was so unfair to men, her suspicions were proved right. He was from a rich muggle family far away from Rome and in a place where she could live in comfort but not as a trophy. She could have had any man but why she chose Blase still remains a mystery.

They arrived at the Zamora’s family home two months later, married. She was also pregnant with their child. Ingrid had not expect this, she knew that she would have to do things to prove that the marriage was not a sham but his affection for her was something that she could not manage entirely in the company of their rooms. She was well cared for and his family was happy to have their heir back along with a beautiful wife. She gave birth to twins in midsummer, born the same place as their father and far away from their mother’s roots. A boy and girl named affectionately Tristan Blase and Andreina Kale for the men of the Zamora family. Of course no one knew that Ingrid was a witch of sorts, they could not know she would be ripped from her raven-haired children. They would find out what she had done to Blase, love potions weren’t very attractive. She could only hope that her children did not posses any magical talent like most of her family. Ingrid slowly weaned her husband off of the love potion. His affection for her didn’t die, he still retained the memories of the past year with her. He loved her in away, he was a good father to his children although they posses some of the darkness that could only have come from Ingrid and her mother, he was please with them and his beautiful wife. Although there were times when he could not grasp why he had left his flourishing business for a women, albeit a beautiful one. His love for her didn’t seem like such a good excuse now that they were together, they could have been together anywhere. As his children grew older he decided to return to Rome, to the displeasure of Ingrid. She was no mystery anymore and she knew it, she wanted his money but still loved him in a way.

So his offspring were left in the care of his parents and their mother, Ingrid had always taken care of things. They could have afforded nannies but the fear that her children would have magical abilities scared her into caring for them. She lived off the money of the Zamora’s as she was expected to, she still made remedies for the family which kept grandfather Kale’s back from creaking and kept their grandmothers cough away. She kept her children healthy and watched them with an eagle eye, they were intriguing children. Appearing to have their parents wit and smarts, they were crafty children always relying on each other. Two parts of the whole, they were devious and deceptive when they wanted to be. They grew up to fill the sharp and angular faces of their mother but retained their father’s sense of adventure. Too young to decide who they were, they missed their father with half hearts. They were taught in the same way their father had been, with tutors and coaches. They would make good and smart muggles, Ingrid’s fears waned until the signs started to appear. Doors unlocked when they should have stayed firmly shut, things appeared and disappear. She held her breath and for once, stopped hoping that their father would return. They got their letters from Beauxbatons and were told that they were wizards. It all had to be explained to their grandparents of course, in gentle terms they were told that they were either of mixed blood or half blood and that they would be going to learn magic.

The children were pleased but not sure what to make of the terminology, they knew that their mother had been an “enchantress” a long time ago, before they had lived in the big house by the river but the only one who did magic was their father. Without Blase there to fill in the blanks of why their children had possibly inherited some sort of magical ability, things in the big house stayed quiet. Almost too quiet, Ingrid became bedridden when her children left her. Without her husband or children to give her company she spent her days reading and the nights in fitful sleep. No questions were asked, Blase’s absence was enough to pity the girl for. He had never been known to stick to one conquest for very long.

Personality: Tristan’s history had always been more about his parents than him, he and his sister were two parts of one whole. There was no third party in their relationship, they were inseparable. No one knew what they did in the big house, their mother was always trying to watch them. A tyrant in the towers try to keep them still, they wanted freedom they wanted explore the gardens and the forest and river that surrounded them. They rarely left the house, their mother wouldn’t allow it. They were tutored and coached to perfection, Andreina was a dance and an athlete, Tristan was a scholar in his free time, his obsession for royal history was the only thing that equaled with his sisters love of dance. They both knew everything their was to know about their fathers magic, he made things disappear and reappear but they also knew that these were trinkets compared to what they could do, the first time he moved something he remember that Andreina cried because she couldn’t do it too. It was more than an illusion this kind of magic was real, if that was the word to describe it. Andreina could make people hurt, when grandfather told her that it was his name was Kale she made his back hurt and she made grandmother cough for hours up into the night. Tristan couldn’t fix them but this didn’t change any affection he had for his sister, they both went along willingly with whatever the other had in mind. There was little compromise in their relationship, they did everything. They explored the big house and stole mother’s potions and copied the words the she said when they spied on her. They watched her cry and were confused, they weren’t very well socialized children but they were good looking like their mother and father.

When they did fight they were nasty, they did mean things. They didn’t fight often but it took along time for the bruises to fade, it was usually over something trivial like who got to hold the cat or who had to keep watch when they were older as they invited people over to the pool house. They were curious about the other muggle children, they knew they were special but they couldn’t tell their mother. They remembered asking when they were children if father’s magic was real, she snapped her voice was brittle when she said that no magic was real. There were other things that they couldn’t tell their mother. Tristan and Andreina were certain they were exactly the same, other than being a boy and girl they were the same completely. They convinced themselves to like the same things and do the same things, they were too powerful to be enemies. Tristan liked boys as well as girls, he recalled his grandfather yelling about such things in the parlor as he and his sister eavesdropped. There was more than hate to that, boys weren’t allowed to like boys it was simply wrong. He and his sister weren’t exactly the most moral creatures however, as they grew up they began to feel the freedom and power of themselves and the outside worlds tugging at their bones. They had to explore and escape the small world of the big house by the river, it was big but it was also empty. Their father had been gone for a long time and most of the company stopped coming, their mother was a quiet person and preferred to be alone than be with people she didn’t care about. The curiosity of the twins could not be steamed, they were both flirts and liars but assured themselves that no conquest would get between them. They would be best friends and twins forever. They would under no circumstances leave each other like their father had left them.

Tristan felt it hard to describe himself without his sister in compliment, even before they had breathed a breath of air they had been together for nine months in close proximity. They could not be themselves without each other but in reality their similarities were not as great as their differences, they took after their parents greatly but expanded on them in different ways. Tristan liked to play, he liked adventure like his sister but it was usually his sister who took it too far. Tristan liked to scheme but it was Andreina who hurt people, it was her who made their grandparents uncomfortable. While she was deeply vindictive Tristan was kinder, he was more interested in just escaping his mothers grasp rather than making his mothers life more difficult. She had always been blunt and honest while, just preferred to stay silent. They learned to lie to each other about things or risk starting a fight. While Tristan was strong and could contain his sister’s anger, Andreina was mean and spiteful, like a snake or a ghost she could slip through the cracks. It was her who taught him to listen to doors and steal things. They fought about his liking of girls and boys. She was angry with him for stealing one of her conquests. That was when it first happened. When he felt that he was a different person from her, the only question that he could ask himself was how could she hate something about him when she loved everything about her? He went along with everything that she had asked, even when his conscious said no he did it because it was what she wanted. Even if he was polar to her, he could not be completely blameless for the things that they did. He could have said no but he wouldn’t have by definition he was his sisters brother first and foremost. Upon receiving his letter to Beauxbatons he felt a twinge in the pit of his stomach as he learned that they could be sorted into different houses. He felt the freedom he had always wanted within his grasp but the fear of losing his sister was more present than ever. Upon arrival he knew that things could not stay the same, he just wasn’t sure how they would change.

Sample RP: The twinge in the pit of his stomach continued to press him until he was certain that he had some sort of contagious disease, he hadn’t felt this sick in his life. He lay on his bed clutching his sheets, a cold sweat brewing on his steaming brow. He had truly never been this sick before, Ingrid had always made them well again. In speaking of them, he was of course speaking of the only them that could ever be or would ever be. Nothing would separate them not even the future where some were determined to tear them apart. He thought of his sister and his best friend Andreina, the way they looked like each other when her hair was shorn as short as his. He couldn’t imagine why they wouldn’t have created them together and kept them together if they weren’t supposed stay together. He felt her put her a cold cloth on his brow and saw the underside of her pale wrists, their mothers silvers bracelets jangling rhythmically like always. She was a dancer, ever move she made was graceful. She tipped a cup of water into his mouth as he felt his chapped lips part he wondered why they hadn’t called for a doctor but wasn’t really troubled by it. He had never been near enough to harms way to call for help before now. Surely his family knew what was best for him.

He released the sheets from between his taunt but worn fingers, pale still against the green of the cotton draping him. He felt his pulse racing inside of his thin chest. “Where’s Ingrid?” he asked his sister, they had always called their parents by their first names. It seemed childish is call them mother and father now. That was another one of Andreina’s rules. She looked at him her dark green eyes shinning, “She’s sleeping as always, what did you think she was going to do? She hasn’t been out of bed in days.” He closed his parched lips but opened them again. “But I’m sick” he stated a bit dully. “Of course you are silly but Ingrid doesn’t love you the way I love you. I can make you better.” Something in her voice was different, she had never liked their mother but she had caved to his wish of not outwardly criticizing her. “What does that mean?” He asked, trying to pull himself further up the pillow even though is inside ached. She just hummed to him in her soothing rhythm once again and he felt his eyes wanted to close but he still fought to stay away. He smile at his sister through is fever. She was going to make him better.

He didn’t want to sleep right now, he wanted to memorize the house for they would be gone in a matter of days. After he was better of course, most of their things were pack but they had spent what felt like an eternity here together. So he said once again “What does that mean?” She looked him in the eye and said her voice brittle and blunt, her own eyes still shinning like they always did. “It means that you have to stay with me, I won’t make you better if you leave me alone when we get to that school Tristan” her voice held the venom that it did when she talked about their grandparents, how she had made them ill just by thinking about it. He was confused again, the fever gripped him and he was certain that all he wanted to do was fall into his fever into undisturbed sleep. He thought of his mother’s bracelets, she must have taken them from her room. He knew that he wouldn’t leave her, he wondered why his sister was so uncertain in him. He wondered why she was always hurting people, he didn’t wonder why he loved her. “I won’t leave you,” he said almost losing his voice. She smiled widely and picked up another glass from the side table, one of their mothers remedies. She opened his mouth and tipped it down his throat, he felt the drowsiness overcoming him. “Did you make me sick?” he asked. The last thing he heard before his eyes closed was his sisters melodic voice stating “Yes” as if it wasn’t even a matter to converse about.

Must be Cossu!