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[alec]

Double post.

[helenefay]

First Name: Helene

Middle Name: Jeannine

Last Name: Fay

Age: 16

Appearance: signature image

History:

Her father Nicolas Marcel Fay was a peculiar gentleman when it came to what was most important in his life. Family was defiantly up there, but after being disowned by his own at the age of seventeen his main priority became his career. By the age of twenty-two he was a relatively accomplished Curse Breaker, who was known for the fact that he was a work horse. Adventurous and prone to brash actions, he got himself into plenty of sticky situations that made promotions less likely than the Fay family accepting him for who he was.

However things began to change when he met Noémi Anastasie Renard, an audacious pure blooded Veela, with a similar love of adventure. Not much is known about the silvery haired woman besides that she abandoned her education to travel the world. And so she did. While hiking in the Alps, the snow falling steadily, obscuring her surrounding, she slipped, showering an unexpected Nicolas with snow. When their eyes met, just like a horrible cheesy romance novel the pair fell in love, much to the horror of both. Nicolas had refused affection from his disowning and Noémi felt that she should marry someone more. More handsome, perhaps, probably more well off, but someone more in a sense. Still the two fell for each other so hard and so fast they married a month afterwards to the amusement of their friends.

Twelve months the later the couple had Timothée Gilles, a boy with head of silver blond locks and a knack for pointing out the obvious. Nicolas and Noémi loved their son dearly, but that did not stop the arguments that kept flaming up between them. Their rushed marriage based solely on attraction was crumbling to pieces. However the two stayed together for their son and low and behold another child was born, Claire Lavonne, another blonde haired child that acted like her mother.

The couple was overjoyed at the birth of the baby girl and decided that if they really wanted to make things work they would have to get to know each other first. And so Nicolas and Noémi abandoned their children with Noémi’s brother Edmund Gage. They traveled to Iceland for a couple of weeks before returning home, happier than ever. Nine months after their vacation Helene Jeannine was born, with a darker complexion than her siblings but with an extreme personality.

It seemed nothing could go wrong for the family from then on. Nicolas had gotten many promotions, based on his determination to live a long and fruitful life for his family. Noémi wrote many theories on her studies aboard and was expecting a baby boy soon. All three children were budding into happy children, the two older ones already displaying signs of magic.

Their idealistic life shattered in an instant on September 27th when the youngest child Luc Renard was born. Noémi became very ill and died two weeks later, creating a strain on the family relationship. Their father became consumed in his work, the children having to fend for themselves and each other. This is when Helene staring showing signs of magical ability and at the age three had discovered her adventurous side, jumping off towering trees and her family’s roof only to fall gracefully to the ground to the shock of the neighbors, who happened to be magical but still possessed a great amount of nervousness when it came to the health of their children and those of the Fay family.

Having spent eleven years playing reckless games with her younger brother Edmund, she was unhappy when her letter from Beauxbatons arrived. Of course she knew she would have to go off to school eventually, but she would miss her home in Lyon and her younger brother immensely, her older brother and sister already off at school. But still she was happy for the change in scenery and the possibilities that
Beauxbatons would hold and left her home feeling rather hopeful of what to come and already missing her younger brother.

Personality:

Helene’s persona is filled with so many contradictions that it’s hard to keep track of them. The girl is vivacious and adventurous, prone to being reckless and brash in her actions and words. But yet at times she can be peaceful and calm, almost as if she had been slipped a calming draught. All together Helene has a pleasant and overall good nature with the love of things that are good and wholesome. Yet this is countered by the fact that she has a temper and is quick to anger and slow to forgive. With all this she has a bright, kind and pleasant demeanor that is only ever over shadowed by her vanity and stubbornness to the point of idiocy.

Helene Jeannine is the kind of the girl that gets into trouble for doing something completely dangerous and idiotic, but she still seems to be able to learn her lessons part way through. The adventurous sprit of both her mother and father attributed to her own love of exploration and excitement. Thus causing her brash actions and the need for some form of an adventure. Also her loud mouth and tendency to speak her mind may stem from this.

However Fay has a soft side when it comes to close family and friends. If anyone can get over her ridiculous antics they are able to learn her passion for drawing and her sweet personality. She tends not to see the faults in people and trusts people to quickly, to willing to add more affection in her world. Overall Helene is a kind and compassionate girl with the willingness to help others. With that in mind Helene tends to be relatively polite and upholds an acceptable personality in public at the best of times, of course her reckless personality tends to break through this.

Her vices are not as plentiful as her virtues, but still they are plenty of them. Vain: Her mother was a Veela, she’s semi attractive, she has a natural athleticism and a quick wit, what more can be said? She’s overly proud of who she is. Temper: Being quick to anger and slow to forgive has fault with her mother’s death and her father’s semi abandonment. She has emotional issues below the strong demeanor she portrays. Stubbornness: She tends to stick to her beliefs, this is not necessarily a bad thing, but she is like an unmovable rock at times.

Though the whole idea of Helene Jeannine Fay is so different in some places and similar in others a couple of words can sum her up; Determined, Adventurous, Sweet, Strong Willed and Kind.

Sample RP:

The spring air held a sense of foreboding as gray clouds swirled above hinting of what was to come. Mother nature did not disappoint. At first the rain pitter pattered against the ground. Only a sprinkling, Helene mused as she examined the gray scenery. As if the storm had hear her and in it’s need for contradiction a great downpour consumed the house and it’s surroundings. With an amused expression the girl moved to close the window, latching it shut in one swift motion.

The dark haired girl turned to examine the young boy at her elbow, he was thirteen years old, but still Helene saw him as the same little two-year-old that used to follow her around. “I’m leaving tomorrow,” she said matter-of-factly. The boy responded with a frown and stuffed his hands into jean pockets. “Is there anything you would like to do before I go?”

“I wish you wouldn’t leave.” He responded in turn examining his shoe laces all the while. A nod of recognition and the girl grabbed the boy’s hand out of his pockets and tugged him towards the stairs. “I don’t like seeing you all gloomy like this, let’s do something exciting. It’ll lift your spirits.” She counted playfully, a charming smile crossing her face. The boy nodded willingly in response.

“How is this going to be exciting?” He scorned from the doorway as the slim girl grabbed two large packaging boxes. “It will be, it will be.” She reassured with a knowing expression. Helene sighed as she leaped up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Her younger brother followed with a confused expression. Helene always surprised him in whatever she did, she never seemed consistent in thought.

“I know it’s not as exciting as it seems, but it is going to be a whole lot of fun Luc.” Helene thrust the other cardboard box into his arms. With her own in hand, she toppled down the stairs sliding with the box all the while. A smile broke out of her features as she transpired the two flights of curving stairs all the way down. As she landed she winced, her limbs flying in whichever direction. “I think it would be more fun if it didn’t hurt that much. Maybe the banister would be better.” She called back up at the lone figure, looking down at her.

And the banister was quite more fun, both realized as they abandoned their cardboard boxes and flew down the polished hand rail. With a laugh and a shriek the two siblings slid down, falling in a heap at the end of the stairs. Seemingly hurt, but jumping up again to dash back up the stairs and slide down the banister one more time. And again and again, until the worries that they were leaving each other the next day wasn’t at the forefront of their mind. Instead the fun the fun they were having kept their minds occupied and cheerfulness in abundance.

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[dwfan11]

First Name:

Demilio

Middle Names:

Ceaser, Delia, Catherine

Last Name:

Marie

Age:

Fifteen turning Sixteen

Appearance:

Look At Avatar

Family:

Real:
Jessica - Sister - pure
Lilly - Sister - Pure
Leo - Brother - Pure
Beng - Brother - Vampire(transformed)

Livio - Father - Pure
Louise - Mother - Pure

New:
Dan- Brother
Lewis - Brother
Katie - Sister

Powers:

Demi is extremely talented in magic but uses it whenever she can for all the wrong things. From blood she can wield elements, her talents mainly in fire though, as she hardly ever uses the others. But also she can read the minds of others and see into the future along with all the other bonus things of being a seer. Although she is pure in blood, at one point or another her family was infected with a seer and so now she has the powers of one although her blood shows pure when taking blood samples.

History:

Demi, Dee or Demilio as she was named was born in Paris although her family were not French at all. Her family were really from a large wizeding island were no muggle had ever been to before and probably would never go to in the future. Her parents were the king and queen on the island and wanting there children to grow up in a different place they decided to send there children to an orphanage and tell them once they were seventeen, but unfortunately Dee will work it out once she is sixteen and a half. After only a day with her family she was sent off with her two brothers, and two sisters to an orphanage. They where a set of quads that would never know each other again because after only one week they went there different ways with new family's, her brother went across to Scotland, her sister stayed in Paris with her self however neither two has ever met yet her brother sailed to the southern hemisphere to live his life in Perth. Demi was sent with a nice little family who loved her and were very like her except for some big main differences, she is a pure blood, her family are half elves, half fairies, she can control fire while her family has wings. These facts caught on to her pretty quickly but she ignored them. Her family had treated her like part of the group her entire life.

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

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

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

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

Personality:

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

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

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

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

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

Flirty: Demi likes to flirt a bit on and off. She is used tot he idea of having a big popular boyfriend that tags a long her every waking moment and does what she pleases for herself. Of course most people know of her powers and so they are rather nervous about ever breaking up with her and usually she is kind enough to brake up with them. If they did brake up with her then the guy would most likely be sent to the nearest hospital once she’s through with him.

Sample RP:

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

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

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[rowan elliot]

FIRST NAME:

Rowan

LAST NAME:

Elliot

AGE:

Fifteen

APPERANCE:

Brittany Flickinger

HISTORY:

Our story begins with Antoinette Beauvais, a normal girl just like every other girl you would see on the streets of Paris. If it were a Wizard, like so many people reading this are, she would be a Muggle, nothing extraordinary. Fair in looks, brown hair and brown eyes, similar to most of her later children's. But anyways, that is not the point, the point of this is that it was very unlikely for her to fall in love and marry Henrie Elliot, an English elf who was fifty-three years older than herself. The two met while Henrie was travelling in Paris, the place where Antoinette had lived her entire life in an upscale life style. Henrie was seventy-six at the time, looking as if he was in his early twenties, and Antoinette was twenty-three. You could say it was love at first sight for the two, but of course there were difficulties along the road, bumps. Most of these concerning the age difference as well as the difference in race. But, four years after the two met, they finally got married: Antoinette was twenty-seven and Henrie, eighty.

The two were only married for several months before Antoinette declared she wanted children, and it was only three months later that her wish was granted and she found she was pregnant. Nine months later a baby girl was born, Mallory Amelia Elliot, the first of ten children. Two years later, Veronique Joanne Elliot was born, then yet another two years later Monica Sandra Elliot was born, and yet again, two years later the Elliot family was graced with their fourth daughter: Marie Lousia Elliot. It soon became evident that the number two became a normal number in this family. But this patern of a child every two years was broken by Emilie Brianne Elliot, the same year that Mallory began to show her first signs of magic. Yet another two years later and unexpected Melanie Anne Elliot was born, followed soon by the main character of out story: Rowan Hannah Elliot.

It was after Rowan was born that Antoinette felt like a satisfied mother, with several beautiful daughters. They had more than enough means to take care of all of them, able to buy a house large enough for everyone to have their own rooms. Henrie was rather old, even though his face showed no sign of age, and during his time on the planet he accumulated a small fortune while Antoinette came from a well-off family. As for old Henrie, even though he had no son, he was happy as a man could be, his family consisted of eight beautiful girls. But then, a surprise came the same day that Rowan turned three, Antoinette was yet again pregnant. Nine months late the first boy was born into the family: Colin Thomas Elliot. Of course, the string of Elliot children did not end there, Victoire and Morgan Elliot soon too joined the family on the same date, the only set of multiples in the family.

But now that we have the basic background of the Elliot family as a whole laid out, shall we get more detailed with our main character Rowan now? With a large family it was evident that Rowan didn't receive a lot of attention, she did after all have to share only two parents with nine siblings. But that did not mean that she ever felt lonely, most of her days were spent playing with either Melanie or Emilie, her two sisters closest in age. As a result she became use to being around people at all times, which made her quite social. She would often go outside to play with the other girls in her rather posh neighborhood and then with people who weren't in such a favorable position like her family: poor or rich, ugly of beautiful, Rowan would play or just talk to anyone and everyone.

Her interests varied but she quite liked taking pictures, and having pictures taken of her. Out of all ten siblings in her household, it was clear that Rowan had the most attractive face and that ended with her being a very vain person, never passing a mirror without looking in it, never did she walk past a mirror and not stop to look at her reflection and in the more recent years she spent hour just playing around with her hair. She was also rather partial to writing, although not one for reading. She almost always had a pen tucked behind her ear and a notebook at her access, pieces of paper with random little poems cluttered the walls of her room along with pictures of herself.

PERSONALITY:

Rowan's personality is rather typical for a girl her age who grew up in a large family, but the few points that really stick out are her friendliness and very optimistic outlook on life. Of course, this does not necessarily mean she's very hyper and jumps at an opportunity to do something, in fact she is actually quite lazy. But she's the kind of person who would pull someone over, someone she doesn't even know, just to have a chat, talking about the weather or compliment them on something or other or just outright say that they should be friend. Here is yet another on of her traits which stands out a lot: her bluntness. Yes, she is blunt and isn't going to keep her opinions locked in her head, they're either spoken or written but this does not mean she isn't completely honest. Actually, she has quite the flair for lies, she finds them fun and attractive because she make something up on the spot and it can be whatever she wants, scandalous or depression or fabulous. Of course, she almost always fesses up to her lies, because she doesn't like the feeling she gets in the pit of her stomach when she lies and this results in her getting in trouble often.

Her brown eyes have this glow to them, a glow which signals brightness inside of her, a bright out look on everything going around her. When she sees, or feels as if someone is sad or upset about the out come of something she often talks to them about, tries to make them feel better about what ever is bothering them and then she often says something that could be worse than the current situation. But sadly, there is a maor flaw in her outwardly near-perfect self. She is very vain, and often put her looks before everything -- even her health. As much as I'd rather not say this, Rowan is very insecure about her weight and even though she doesn't have anorexia nervosa, she often skips a meal a day, normally lunch. But she over looks this dark cloud often and a rather large smile is often planted on her face.

SAMPLE:

Rowan was never really an early riser, she would snore the day away if she was allowed too. Of course her sister Melanie almost always woke her up when she did, seeing as they shared a room and Melanie had no idea what the term "quiet" meant, she was the loud one in the family. So it was obviously hard for Rowan to wake up on time for the transportation to Beauxbatons, a school she would be attending with her sisters Melanie, Emilie, Marie and Monica. In fact, it had taken her eldest sister, Mallory, to come into the room she shared with Melanie and frag her out of bed before she gained consciousness.

Once out of bed, the eleven year old Rowan began preparing for the day like it was any other, she had after all already packed her bags for her first year attending school because she'd rather not listen to Marie nag her all the way to school how "you should always be prepared for the day it comes" even if she didn't know what it meant. The first thing she did that morning was brush her teeth, like she did every morning, and since she woke up so late the bathroom was usually deserted. Just once glance in the well used mirror cause a rather loud scream to escape from the girl's slightly parter lips. Her hair, her beautiful brown hair was like a nest on top of her head.

What had happened, she didn't know. Every night she would put product in her hair to prevent it from getting so tangle, yet here it was, worse than it had even been before. But the prepubescent chuckle from behind the curtain held the answer to her distress: Colin. Although the boy was only eight at the time, he held a talent for making his sister's -- especially Rowan -- lives just a little harder. A grunt of announce sounded out and the laughter stopped, this was the last straw. She would take anything that didn't involve her looks like a man, but when it came to her hair, well shall we just say you don't touch it?

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[madeleine]

MADELEINE VERONIQUE LECLAIRE

First Name
Madeleine
Last Name
Leclaire
Age
13

Appearance
There is nothing extraordinary about Madeleine's appearance since she has very average and fairly attractive features. She has brown hair that falls to a little below her shoulders. Maddie's hair varies from being pin straight to heavily wavy, depending on her mood. Her eyes are a relatively muddy shade of green in color but lighten to a brown near the outlines of her iris. She has thin eyebrows. Madeleine has a slim build and is 5'5" in height and weighs 97 lbs. In the summers when not in her Hogwarts attire, Madeleine likes to wear cargo pants topped with tank tops and in the winters, black jeans and turtlenecks are her favorite choice.

Played-By: Emma Roberts

History
Madeleine Veronique Leclaire was born on the 14th of May to Celeste and Alaine Leclaire. Her parents were both magical, her mother a pureblood and her father a muggle born. Madeleine was born in Marseille, France and lived a fairly spoilt life until the age of 5. Then her mother began treating her less like a princess and more like a regular child. Even though her parents were not short of money, they did not let their wealth get to their heads. Alaine, Celeste and Madeleine lived in a fairly simple home in the bustling part of the city where Madeleine had a fair share of friends.

Madeleine showed signs of magical ability early in her life around the age of 5. At the age of 6, her mother began teaching her about healing magic and realized that she had a natural talent for it. When she was 7, Madeleine's parents decided to move to the more serene part of the country to give her a better environment to grow up in. Along with the drastic change in her surroundings came a pet. Her parents bought her a Persian cat whom she named Onyx. Over the years, Madeleine grew very close to Onyx. Meanwhile, she received muggle education as her parents tutored her in magical education. Around the same time, she began showing more prominent signs of wielding magical ability much to her and her parents' delight. Madeleine's 10th birthday loomed nearer and her mother announced that she was pregnant.

6 months later when it seemed like every other normal day, there came a horrifying letter from the ministry which shook Madeleine and her mother to the core. It said that during an experiment in the department in which her father worked, a spell had backfired, killing him. With her father gone and her mother working overtime at St. Mungo's, Madeleine's life turned upside down. Soon after, her mother gave birth to Madeleine's brother. A beautiful boy whom Celeste decided to name Edmond. This was a little too much for Madeleine and under the stress, her magical ability took a sharp turn. For the worse. She unintentionally blew up things and in that dark period of her life, Madeleine's spirit was completely shattered.

Fortunately, things improved when it was time to go to Beauxbatons. This lifted her spirits very much and she prepared with much enthusiasm.

Personality

• FIERY - Along with her French background comes a very fiery side of Madeleine. When angry, she is quick to reach for her wand and make stupid decisions.
  
• IMPULSIVE - Madeleine's fiery nature is paired up with a habit of acting on impulse. Sometimes this can turn out well but more often than not, it ends badly for her.
  
• LOYAL - No matter how fiery Madeleine can be, she is always loyal to her friends. She puts her companion's comfort above her own and hates to leave a friend out of something. Madeleine will never betray a friend, no matter what.
  
• FRIENDLY - Though at times Madeleine can be very frightening, she is always friendly to people she meets but cautious, nonetheless. Usually, she can make friends very easily but at times she is not much of a conversationalist.
  
• DARING - Madeleine thirsts for adventure, constantly thinking up new ways to spice things up. She doesn't like to do anything too dangerous, and therefore steers clear of having anything death defying in her schemes.
  

Sample RP
Madeleine tiptoed around the grounds, even though she knew no one was out there and it was almost sunset. She peeked out from behind a tree, checking the coast, before she continued her way to the Forbidden Forest. Ever since the Headmaster had announced that it was out of bounds, Madeleine knew that she would have to visit it at least five times in all of her seven years. She didn't know why, perhaps it was because she was a Gryffindor but she felt compelled to have an adventure. Madeleine took the name itself as a personal challenge and was not about to back down any time soon. Her right hand clutched her wand, her heart thudding against her chest as her legs trembled. Feeling ashamed, Madeleine stood up straighter and walked straight into the Forest.

At once, she felt like it had been a bad decision. It was as if the forest was enchanted, all the sounds of tweeting birds and the leaves rustling had been blocked out as soon as she stepped inside. Madeleine looked around nervously, the logical part of her mind screaming at her to turn around. She ignored it and pushed through the forest, the branches catching in her purple and white sweatshirt. It was even more colder inside the forest and an involuntary shiver sped down Madeleine's spine. A loud howl echoed from her distant left and as if the forest was deliberately trying to scare her out of her wits, the branches began creaking even louder and Madeleine was even more aware of the sounds of tiny insects.

At once, Madeleine was overcome by a feel of growing terror and as she heard the branches behind her rustled, she screamed. Her hand shot up to clamp down on her mouth and she turned around at once to see who it was. Her scream was still echoing around and her eyes widened in horror as she saw who it was.

Must be Sournois

[Faith Trustblood]

First Name: Faith
Last Name: Trustblood
Age: 16
Appearance:



Either with Blonde Hair or Red or diffrent hair colors.

History:
Faith was only eleven when she got seperated from her faimly. They where horse back rideing when all of a sudden a pack of wolves came out of the woods. The horses got scared of corse. The horses all ran in diffrent directon's. Faith saw her mother go one way, Her sister go the other way, and her father go the other way. Before Faith knew it she was running the oppiset of them all. She was rideing towards a path she dident know. Faith had to hold tightly onto the horse so she dident fall of. That was the last day Faith has ever seen her faimly.

When she was twelve she had to fend for herself and take care of her horse. Faith was scared of course but she did miss her faimly. She has been looking for her faimly for a year now. And she still hasent found them. Faith was starteing to loose hope when she heard a horse running in the forest. She rode out just to find that it was nobody. Well nobody she new anyways. But the girl was the same age as her and her name was Holly. Holly and Faith rode together back to Hollys house where Holly only had a Mother and a Older Brother. Hollys mother instently let Faith stay and helped her. Holly took Faiths horse to the barn with hers and cleaned her up,
Holly and Faith become best friends, and Hollys mother is like a mother to Faith.

On Faiths thirteenth birthday she recived a soft pink teddy bear form Holly. That same day Faith finds out that she is a witch. A pureblood, she recived a letter from her older sister, who ask's Faith and Holly to live with her in the city. So later on that same day Holly and Faith set out to the city to live with Faiths sister. When they arrive, Faith gets the news that her Mother and Faither dident survive the wolf attack that day when she was eleven and Faith was sad at first but she was happy just to have her sister alive.

When Faith was Fourteenth when she got into singing and playing the guitar. She loved music, she was always singing or playing the guitar. Her dream was to become a famous singer and guitar player. She'd sing at the mall for when they needed people to sing. She would sing in the school she went to, Holly played the drums while Faith sang and played the guitar. She also dident forget about her being a pureblood witch. Her sister told her that when she was Sixteen she would get to go to a school for magic. she couldent wait but while she did she would continue to play the guitar and sing and keep her band going.

When she was Fifthteen she had fans and a whole band. She had a pet kitten named Willow. Wich was her favorite pet, she loved Willow. And her band name was Secret Moonstone. Faith was only famous where she lived (Australia) and she dident mind, she loved the fans she had and her band. She loved her kitten willow, and she now lives on her own with her band in a house, but she still keeps in contact with her sister. Faith would soon be sixteen then she gets to learn about magic. And she was very excited about it to.

Personality:
Faiths personality is like a rocker chick, Shes very outgoing, she tells the truth always, she has a soft heart. And she is very nice. she loves her friends. They are like her faimly. Faith wont stand for people who are rude to her, or dont respect her. If someone messes with her, She well show them who she is and she well not let anyone walk right over her, She is a hard working girl who always wants to have fun. Her nickname is Leopard because people say that's what she reminds them of and her room is full of FAKE leopard skin, and its has alot of leopard stuff in it, she is obbsesed with leopards. She always looks out for her friends and she wont let anyone touch them. Shes a lover and a fighter, she will tell people straight in there face that she dosent like them. She well get along with some people if they are nice to her. But when it comes to love. She is very shy, she well get nervous around that person.


Sample RP:

Faith waved goodbye to her sister and her bandmembers as she held onto her belongings and got onto the train. She smiled and walked down to a empty room with train seats in it. She got in and put her stuff up. Faith sat down and sighed. It was her first time going away out of the state and to a school away from home. she well always have to send mail to her friends and faimly. Faith smiled to herself and looked out the window. She heard the door slide open and two girls and one boy walked in "do you mind if we sit here" Asked one of the girls "No not a problem go ahead" she smiled and continued to look out the window.

About a hour or so she looked at them from the window and smiled "so is this your first time going?" she asked and they all nodded. "Me to, im a little nervous but a little Excited" She smiled and sighed. "yeah us to, by the way, im Dylan, And thats Valerie, and Paige." Dylan had said "Nice to meet you, Im Faith." she smiled and looked out the window. Faith had on leopard print skinny jeans which where blue, and a little pink bow in her black hair, She had her band teshirt on with her band members. And she had hightop convers on. They where red. Dylan had blonde hair and shorts on, he had on just a plain black shirt on and sneakers on. Valerie had a blue skirt with her blonde hair pulled back into a poney tail. She had highheals on and a pink shirt. Paige had the same outfite as valerie. And they all had blue eyes.

Faith looked out the window aigan and saw a very pretty school. She smiled and got into the robes and waited for the train to stop. As the train stoped, she got even more nervous. She got her stuff down and followed everyone else. She looked around and couldent wait to get into the school. Faith smiled to herself and woundered what would happen next. Once they where inside the school. Faith held onto her belongings and put her guitar case over her soulder and moved the case onto her back. She then held onto her suitcase that had all her stuff she had to bring. As they begon to move into the school Faith did what everyone else did and put her stuff with theres and even her guitar case. Then they walked into the place where they get sorted. Faith waited for her name to be called and waited to be sorted aswell. She was very happy about it to.


(wow that took two hours to finsh, I hope its okay)

Must be Cossu

[beautifulmoon]

First Name: Celestine
Last Name: Colombe
Age: 12 (first year)
Appearance: She has light brown hair and green eyes. Her hair is really long and almost always either back in a braid or hanging loose. She has side-swept bangs. She is average height, about 5' 5". She weights only 109 pounds, so she is really super skinny. She likes to wear eccentric and exotic, usually foreign clothes that are very flowy. She also wears a lot of costumy things and lots of sparkles. She usually has paint in her hair and/or on her face. She likes to wear fake tattoos and has a different color polish on her nails and toes everyday.
History: Celesine was born into a house of the music and arts. Her father is a painter, sculptor, and architect. her mother is a musician, playing piano and singing. her seventeen-year-old brother Paul sings tenor in choir and also plays violin. Her older sister Julie, who is twenty-two, is in a college for theater right now. Celestine is a mix of everything. She can sing, she can dance (after all, miss, this is France...lol, sorry, random Beauty and the Beast quote). She is a good actress and dancer. She plays piano, trumpet, flute, and harp. She's a good artist - painting, drawing, and doodling all the time. She is also a creative writer, writing both stories and poems. She is also the only one in her family with magic.

Celestine family's house - more like a mansion - is just outside Champagne, France. It is five stories, each dedicated to a different art except the first floor. The first floor is where the ballroom, dining room, and kitchen are as well as her parents' bedroom and her and her sibling's rooms. The basement floor below is storage. The second floor is dedicated to music, the third to theater, the fourth to dance, and the fifth to art and writing. The attic above is where the servants live. To get around, there are stairs and an elevator, as well as a communication system for if you just need to talk to someone or call them somewhere.

Her family consists of her parents Elsie and Bruno, her older brother and sister, herself, and their terrier, Chouchou. Because her dad received an enormous inheritance back before Celestine was born, and because both of her parents work at home, their family has always been really close. This is why her parents were reluctant to let her go to school, holding her back a year: they didn't want the family to be broken up. Still, after a couple of "incidents", which will be mentioned following, they finally decided that it was time for her to learn to control her magic.

There were three incidents in that year that Celestine was supposed to be in school. The first was in the music room when she got frustrated when she couldn't play something on her harp. The consequence was that all of the strings broke right in the middle. Her parents put this of as just coincidence, as the strings had all been replaced at the same time, so nothing was though of it. The second happened in the art room. She was trying to paint while seething over something relatively unimportant that had happened in town earlier that day. Her strong emotions affected a scented candle that was burning nearby, making it grow until it set the curtains on fire. The curtains were thick, so the fire didn't spread, but this incident was more serious than the last. The third and last incident happened outside. She and Paul were arguing: they had been playing a game and she thought that he had cheated. in the heat of the argument, Celestine actually began to levitate. it took about two hours to get her to stop panicking long enough for them to get her down. This incident was the one that made her parents decide that her going to school would probably be a good thing.

While buying her school supplies, Celestine not only got books and clothes, but she also convinced her parents to let her get a cute little pipistrelle bat and a snowy owl for messages. Now she is headed off for school.
Personality: Celestine is loyal and independent. She is fun and energetic. She loves to have a good time. Some people would pin her as “too happy”. She is fairly sporty but prefers to work in fine arts. She is very optimistic and opportunistic. She works well with other people but can sometimes be a little egotistical. She is a bit of a drama queen and she likes a bit of excitement that will get her adrenaline rushing. She loves all things small and furry. She is very awkward and clumsy. She is a little odd and a little extreme but a lot of fun. She is almost always hyper. It might seem like she’s on drugs, but she’s really not. Celestine really loves rainbows-she has no specific favorite color, though she sort of leans towards cool colors. She really has no hates, though she is easily annoyed and also easily angered, though she’s just as quick to calm back down again. She tries really hard not to get violent, but sometimes she gets a little out of control.
Sample RP:
Celestine looked over at the clock in her room. It read four o’clock in the morning. She sat at the end of her bed, swinging her legs over the edge. She was too excited to go to bed. Tomorrow would be her first day at Beauxbatons Academy and she had found sleep impossible. She had been sitting there brushing her hair for an hour, not being able to find anything else to occupy her time that she could stay focused on. Finally, even that couldn’t help and she just sat there, waiting for the sun to rise, thinking about what might happen tomorrow. I hope it’s exciting.

Must be Cossu

[sarahlefeau]

FIRST NAME: Sarah Marie.
LAST NAME: Lefeau.
AGE: Sixteen.

APPEARENCE:

PERSONALITY:

fearless. without fear; brave and daring.

Sarah Lefeau is a free spirit. She’s open minded and doesn’t care what anyone else says about her. If there’s something she wants to do, she’ll do it no matter how ridiculous it is. She has an attitude that tells other people “Stand back, this girl isn’t afraid of anything!” even if that might not be the truth. She’s headstrong and determined in every way possible, but she doesn’t get overexcited or too lively. She knows when to put her foot down and her carefree attitude is something that sticks through and through. She isn’t irrational and she has common sense – most of the time she simply prefers not to base her actions on it. If she wanted to do something, she wouldn’t let anyone get in her way and she takes pride in this. Most people think of her as the person who is bubbly, but laidback and impulsive, but good-natured. She’s charming, yet daring and is compelled to do things that might seem a little ridiculous at first. She’s a huge flirt and she’ll admit it, but her bold personality drives her to do things that most people would be too afraid of doing. Sarah never looks back and she likes to think that she is living a life without regrets, which is basically the only thing that she wants. She may prefer to do things on an impulse and spontaneity is definitely a trait she was blessed with, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t a sweet person. The truth of the matter is that she simply wants to live life to the fullest and she’ll do whatever it takes to accomplish that.


boisterous. lacking in restraint or discipline. loud, outgoing, and unruly.

In Sarah’s case, the fact that she was gifted with spontaneity is not necessarily a bad thing. It has caused her to be open-minded in all possible aspects. She doesn’t care who you are or what you’ve done – she’ll give you a chance. Sarah is the farthest thing from shy and although she isn’t obnoxiously loud, she isn’t completely quiet either. In fact, she’s the exact opposite. She can be rather spiteful at times, but she’s an amiable and overall pleasant person to talk to and be with. Her carefree attitude proves her to be easy to get along with and she’s an outgoing girl. She isn’t so cheerful that it’s irritating and she isn’t optimistic to a fault, but there’s something about her that makes you take an immediate liking towards her. Of course, she can be feisty when she wants to be and her bluntness causes her to be a bit snide at times, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t as outgoing a person as anyone else. She isn’t reserved at all and she believes in giving everyone a chance. She’s the kind of person who will do anything for a friend, although it might not seem like it at first. Sarah is witty and has a keen sense of humor that will never let you down.

reckless. disregardful of consequences, and headstrong or careless.

Being a rebel is something that Sarah takes pride in. She’s one of the most fun-loving people you will ever find and her main purpose in life is to have a good time. She’s mischievous and always scheming, so it’d be fictitious to call her an idiot. She does have brains to back up her brawn, but she applies them in a way you wouldn’t have thought of before. She’ll admit that she does do some crazy things but in her mind it’s all for a good cause. She loves having fun and would do anything for a good laugh. When she was younger, she was sheltered and grew up in a house that didn’t allow much room for mischief, but now that she’s all grown up she’s compelled to break the rules and do whatever the hell she wants. Responsibility and Sarah do not mix and she can become a little thoughtless and out of control sometimes, but underneath all that she’s still a dependable and in charge kind of person. She’s always scheming and her actions are rather reckless and irrational, but she’s still a loyal person who always takes responsibility for her actions – whether she likes it or not.

kindhearted. having or proceeding from a kind heart.

The general impression people get when they think of Sarah Lefeau is that she’s a spontaneous, good-natured girl who can be either very intense, or very sweet and gentle. She has a calm side where she can be the kindest, most charming and genuine person in the room. It’s hard to know which side is the real Sarah, but the ones who personally know her well understand that her recklessness is simply a cover for the kindhearted person that she is. She isn’t a complete bully and her heart is in the right place. She knows the difference between right and wrong, and her actions are based on that knowledge. She’d never do anything to hurt someone and her intentions are always good, no matter what happens in the end. Sarah is someone who would help a friend even if the circumstances were horrible and she’d make sure she succeeded.


lovable. having characteristics that attract love or affection.

Sarah is a caring, lovable person. She’s adorable and thoughtful, which is something that will last through and through. She’s blunt and tells it as it is, but never in a hurtful way. In that sense, she’s tactful and although she does act on impulses, she’d never do something if she didn’t think it were right. When people talk to her, they can’t help but think, “Oh, she’s so adorable!” because she tends to bring out that side of most people. She’s a real sweetheart on the inside and even though she does have both her sweet and sour side, the part that matters the most is the sweetness. She’s free-spirited and tolerant, a bold and likable person. Her easygoing and carefree personality makes her easy to talk to and get along with and when you’re with her, you’re bound to have a great time. She might be irresponsible and reckless, but when it comes to the things that matter the most, Sarah knows what she’s doing perhaps better than anyone else.

HISTORY:

Sarah Marie Lefeau was born on December 18th. Henry and Tessa Lefeau were two muggles in their late-twenties who were not yet married when Sarah was born. They met at a muggle concert a little over a year ago and although the birth of their child was unexpected, they welcomed her into their newly started family. The two were married no less than two months after Sarah’s birth and the wedding was huge and spectacular, with almost every person the two families had ever known attending. Afterwards, the newly married couple went on to live in a large house in a suburb right outside of London with their daughter. The Lefeaus were rather wealthy, with Tessa being an architect and Henry working in a law firm. Of course there were the usual family problems amongst them, but for the most part the three of them were a normal, happy family. Tessa resigned from her job to spend more time at home looking after Sarah and overall, they couldn’t have asked for anything more. They had a beautiful baby and they had each other, which was everything they had ever hoped for.

As Sarah grew older, not much changed in the Lefeau household. Sarah was an energetic and lively child, a little bit rowdy and troublesome, but still absolutely adorable. She kept the house alive and cheerful, and there wasn’t a second that there wasn’t some sort of a noise coming from their house. The Lefeaus lived in a muggle neighborhood and Sarah was raised a muggle, attending one of the best schools in London and befriending almost everyone she came across. They hardly had any problems at all and Sarah was an average student, succeeding in some classes and doing not so well in others. It wasn’t until much later, when Sarah turned eleven, that she received her letter from Beauxbatons. It came as a shock to both Sarah and her parents because no one had ever before been accepted into the magical school in their family before and they had never even heard of Beauxbatons before either. Up until then, Sarah had been living a normal muggle life but all that was about to change now. Of course she was more than excited about being a witch, but the doubt of whether she was making the right choice or not about attending this school that she had never before heard of lingered for quite a while, even after she began attending.

Sarah was a curious student. She followed most of the older students and although the differences in the wizarding world never failed at surprising her, she soon became accustomed to their strange lifestyle. She did fairly well in her classes and began befriending all types of students, in all of the different houses. She soon found that she enjoyed being a witch and being able to do magic, even if it was only during class and by the end of the year she had made more friends than in her muggle school. She found herself liking these other children that were so much like her and enjoyed being around them. The summer after her first year at Beauxbatons was normal with nothing out of the ordinary happening, except for Sarah showing off all the new things had learned the previous year to her parents. She went back the next year pretty much the same, meeting and befriending new people like she had the before. She found herself doing better in school than before, receiving exceptional marks. Yet, just when she was close to becoming the top of her class, a terrible tragedy occurred that would change everything. Henry and Tessa Lefeau were killed in a plane crash.

Sarah never did know why exactly her parents were on a plane that fateful night and she didn’t even know where they were going or that they had been on a plane at all. But the next thing she knew her maternal grandmother had pulled her out of school to live with her in London. The accident affected Sarah in a way she had never expected. She was traumatized by it all and never again was the same. People began coming over from around their old neighborhood, but none of them knew what had really happened. Because deep inside of Sarah’s mind, she knew that if she hadn’t been attending Beauxbatons, she would have been on that plane with her parents. She didn’t know how that would have helped or if it would have helped at all really, but she did know it would have changed things. And anything seemed better than what had happened. Sarah went back for her third year, but instantly something was different. She wasn’t the girl she used to be. She was quieter and more of a handful now. And even as the years passed and things began going back to normal, there were some things that would never change.

Sarah continued to live with her grandmother, a woman she had always liked and looked up to. She wasn’t as rich as Sarah’s parents had been and she still wasn’t used to living in the middle of the busy streets of London, but she didn’t complain. Her grades were now slipping in school, but Sarah couldn’t care less. She began landing herself in detention more but that didn’t matter to her either. She still had tons of friends who supported her, but she just.. didn’t know what to do with them. And she was still a sweet, outgoing person but that didn’t help the truth. The truth was that Sarah was alone now. She had lost the only people who ever knew her and that was probably what hurt the most.

RP SAMPLE:

Pulling her dark hair away from her face, she turned on the tap, running her hands underneath the water slowly. She did not take her eyes off of her reflection in the mirror. Here she was, and here was yet another day at Beauxbatons. She wasn't one to spend the next five minutes fluffing her hair up and making sure she looked prim and proper. She offered a slight smile to a girl who walked by her before turning the tap off. Grabbing a towel, Sarah Lefeau wiped her hands off before pulling out some lipstick to carefully apply it. She checked her make-up quickly before picking up the books she had left on the counter. One last look in the mirror before leaving. Splendid.

She was feigning heading back to yet another class today. As much as she could love her studies, there were days where she simply was not feeling it at all. This was one of those days. She had transfiguration to go to next, which was her least favorite of them all. She was sure that out of all the teaching staff here at Beauxbatons, the transfiguration professor disliked her. Then again, she was sometimes strict and appeared to dislike everyone. Sarah shifted slightly in the doorway of the girl's bathroom before stepping out into the hall to head up to the sixth floor.

The halls were slowly emptying as students headed towards their respective classes. She watched them in silent thought, walking slowly. Her cousin, Eve Western, floated into her mind. She was supposed to meet her in Hogsmeade this coming weekend. Sarag had not seen her in quite a few months and was absolutely enthralled to hear what news she carried with her. Eve's life was exciting and at times equally as dangerous. As many would never guess just by looking and being with Sarah for a short while, she was a girl who could see herself living peacefully and quietly with a family to take care of, but she also could live her life as the auror she always wanted to be. In truth, she desired a little chaos in her life; a little bit of her very own danger. There were few times since she arrived at Hogwarts that this actually managed to occur.

She turned to walk by the windows of the hall, letting the sunlight filter in and warm her body. She stopped for a moment, resting her books upon the ledge of a window. It was also an incredibly beautiful day. Perhaps even too beautiful to be stuck in transfiguration with McGonagall feeding on her and her inability to quickly transform what it was into something else. Charms and defensive spells were Sarah's specialty. She was extraordinarily good in those two categories, but of course, a person could not be good at everything. A sigh escaped her lips. She knew that she was stalling the inevitable. The professor would have her head if she was late.

She seems to have traits from all three houses, but
perhaps Rouerie.

[nnnoah]

First Name:

Noah

Last Name:

Hanley

Age:

Seventeen

Appearance:



History:

To tell Noah’s story properly, you would have to start way before he was born, perhaps to when his parents first met. His father, Jeremy Hanley, was a very successful businessman from London and was sent to Coventry to have a contract signed and sealed. This is where Noah’s mother came in. You see, Jeremy’s client was a bit of a drinker, which in turn rubbed off on himself as they – along with some other associates – went out to dinner one night. Noah’s mother, Lilith, was waitressing at the restaurant on that particular night; she would notice the businessmen’s table tipping quite well and let’s just say that something’s happened after the meal. As much as they didn’t want to admit, Lilith grew pregnant, much to Jeremy’s dismay. Something he forgot to mention to Lilith was that he already had a wife and a daughter. Although, this caused Jeremy much confusion, the very short amount of time he had spent with this woman made him happier then he had been in his whole married life. After a whole lot of complications which never ended up being mentioned to Noah; his father divorced from his previously unhappy marriage to marry his mother.

Of course, Noah was only told he was a love child when he was about sixteen. It didn’t bother him much; it was just a bit shocking. He was also a bit discouraged when his mother wouldn’t go into much more details then that, but at least she told him something. His dad brought a house in Coventry and asked Lilith to move in with him after they got married and that was pretty much where Noah grew up. Oh, and also, by saying businessman it actually meant that Jeremy was a higher-up in the ministry of magic. Weird story, but a story at least. The fact he was illegitimate or that his family was 'different' from other ones never bothered Noah; he had a family that loved him, that’s all he needed.

As he grew up he was enrolled in muggle school, his parents seeing how he would fare if not in the world of magic. However, Noah never seemed to really fit in - sure, boys would talk occasionally to him and girls would admire him from afar, but he never seemed to have many really friends. This made him introverted from a young age, sometimes making him get cocky and feel as though he was better then others. One of his worst traits, one that didn't end up dying, was his uncanny ability to scrutinize people.

However, when his parents noticed this dramatic change in his personality, they slowly coaxed him in to a world that changed Noah's life. Knowing that Noah did not fit in well with muggles, he would often take him along on his business trips or parties, allowing him to meet wizarding families other then his own. As Noah seemed to come more out of his shell and become more optimistic, his parents thought it best to take him out of muggle school and enrol him in Beauxbatons.


Personality:

Noah has many traits that can be taken as good or bad. He has always gotten along with plenty of people, despite the fact he is a bit more on the introverted side; he prefers to watch events fold out instead of being apart of them. People perceive him as dull when he is actually quite perceptive; watching how others act and getting a kick out of the drama they all seemed to be caught up in.

Quite presumptuous in the affairs of others, he tends to judge people on how they act without first getting to know them – though he may not voice this opinion. However, if someone was annoying him, he isn’t afraid to tell them that they’re annoying, he’s quite blunt and not afriad to speak his mind.

Despite this, people find him very approachable and flexible to their needs, this might be because of the charming air around him and how he speaks with persuasive language – completely unintentionally, of course. Other then that, he is quite optimistic, especially when offering advice and such. Which he is quite good at, seeing as Noah can quite clever after years of just watching how others act.

Sample RP:

He laid there, the sun poking through the gaps in the closed curtains. The night was yet again sleepless, and for no apparent reason. His arms were positioned on the pillows beside him, his palms cradling the messy hair on the back of his head. Noah blinked, his chocolate-colored eyes staring blankly at the ceiling above. His shirt and boxer shorts had stuck to him from the sweat caused by the warm night before. He had about two weeks before the summer would come to a close. The seventeen year old stood, with more balance and posture then someone should have for this time of the morning. Running a hand through his unruly hair, he then picked up a pair of track pants that had been lazily disposed of on the floor. Slipping into them, Noah made his way out of the room and into the upstairs hallway.

Noah lived with his parents and younger sister in a quite spacious cottage on the outskirts of Coventry, UK, and their large block of land was big enough that they could even sell it to a farmer and it would comfortably fit his family and cattle – however, his mother was in love with this house and it would kill her to actually sell it. The black-haired boy made his way down the wooden, winding staircase, which led right into the kitchen. His mother, who was an early riser most of the time, was unsurprisingly found at the head of the table reading a copy of ‘The Daily Prophet’. He went over to the fruit bowl placed in the center of the table and picked out a pear.

“’Morning mum” He said casually.

Her dirty-blonde hair swayed slightly as she poked her head over the top of the news paper. She offered a warm smile, which Noah returned with a small roll of his eyes, the corner of his lips forming an identical grin.

“I would have made you some breakfast, but I didn’t think you would’ve been up this early” She noted.

The tall boy shrugged, showing he didn’t really mind. He took this time to leave, knowing if he stayed any longer the conversation would get awkward. He took one of the doors outside onto the back-porch, from here he could see the seemingly endless green plains of ‘backyard’ there was. Taking a seat on one of the white, swing-chairs attached to the roof of the porch, he deposited a packet of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket. He lit up, the cigarette dangling on his lips allowing him to breathe in the dangerous yet addicting substance. Once again, Noah found himself blankly glancing into the distance. He wasn’t bored, it was just something he enjoyed doing. He preferred to watch and not act.

This doesn’t change the fact that Noah gazed curiously at the small dot in the sky that seemed to big getting larger and larger, coming towards him. Most people would probably panic or something along those lines, but this boy wasn’t like most people. He just sat there calmly, cigarette in hand a slight skeptical look gracing his face. He knew it was their families’ owl, Hazel. Hazel was a pretty unique owl, especially seeing as she should be asleep right about now. Said bird soared gracefully, circling close to Noah for a while before landing next to him on the chairs armrest.

He gave the small owl a sideward’s glance as it hooted at him. Attached to the birds right claw was an intricately designed letter, blue in color and addressed to him according to the name on the letter. Rough hands untied the rope and letter attached to the owl, allowing it to be free and to flutter over to the little bowl of food and water Noah’s mother had set out for it. He wasted no time in opening the letter and taking out its contents. The seventeen year old took a long drag as the cigarette began to near its end.

“Dear Mr. Noah Gabriel Hanley…” The letter began.

Could you please expand a little more on his history and
personality?

EDITED**

[theblackdahlia]

FIRST NAME:

Dahlia

MIDDLE NAME:

Marie

LAST NAME:

Stanford

NICKNAME:

Black Dahlia or Lia

AGE:

Sixteen

BLOOD:

Pure Blood

APPEARANCE:

Diana was blessed with dark auburn colored hair which falls in which falls in tendrils down past her shoulders. Her eyes are hazel and change color from time to time depending on the lighting in the room or her mood. When she is upset or in deep thought her eyes are the color of the ocean, but when she is angry or being competitive her eyes are the color of dark chocolate. When she is happy and having a good time her eyes are the color of the green leaves on the trees. She has almost flawless skin is a sort of creamy color, with a few freckles on her cheeks, but are hardly noticeable. Diana has a sort of statuesque body type, but a bit more average then most models and not as graceful as she appears. She is normally seen wearing comfortable clothes, but also loves the high fashion stuff as well as anything which looks generally fun. And at times she is described as having a sort of smoky shield around her, hiding every emotions beneath it from all eyes, even those of her friends.

FAMILY:

hometownNew York City, New York
current residence Paris, France
mother's name Clair Stanford
mother's occupation famous fashion designer
father's name Edward Stanford
father's occupation CEO of an american record company
siblings Roselin Ann Stanford, 14, younger sister

HISTORY:

best memory - in first person
My best memory is when my mother took me to my first New York City fashion show. It was for my mother's collection and I was so excited to see every piece of clothing she had made then, I believe I was eight-years-old or so. I still remember the feeling I had when she cameras flashed, paparazzi taking pictures of me and my mother, and all the beautiful models which were there and strutting their stuff on the runway. My mother took me back stage to change into this beautiful dress which was just my size, I was a bit confused at first, but once my mother told me to walk onto the runway as gracefully as I could I couldn't help but squeal in excitement. Being able to walk on that angelic white runway was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

worst memory - in first person
My worst memory would be when my sister was born, or at least after she was born. Even though I was only about four years old, I can still remember waking up in the middle of the night to her crying out of no where and watching my mother and father scramble to make her quiet and happy. It took forever to get her back to sleep and once she did about an hour later she'd wake everyone up again! It was terrible and I told my mother that if she ever has another baby after that I'll move in with my grandparents. Of course my parent's got the message even without me threatening them with my grandparents and vowed to never have another kid again.

Childhood
Born on October 31 in New York City, New York to a beautiful and loving couple named Edward and Clair Stanford. Her childhood was everything a little girl could ever hope for, her father was the CEO of a famous American record company and her mother was a famous fashion designer. She had three ponies and two kittens, a tank full of tropical fish and hr bedroom was a princess theme. Her life was prefect and she spent most of her time with her father at the record company, meeting old and new celebrities and getting her autograph book filled with signatures. When she would go to visit her mother at her work she would mingle with the models and even help her mother making decisions like picking fabric and choosing models, as well as even help to design a few things.

Even though her childhood was filled with sunshine and daisies underneath the whole sweet and innocent look she always had she was a total brat to everyone, especially the workers at her mom's company. Since her mom is one of the most famous fashion designers she thinks she can always boss everyone around just as her mother does and she always gets away with it. If you've seen 'The Devil Wears Prada' how the employees in the fashion magazine act when the publisher comes is how her mother's employees act when Dahlia comes for a visit. None of them have the nerve to quit since her mother's fashion company is one of the top ten in Europe, Asia, and America so just working for her opens doors to all other companies. This has been going on since she was about five years old when her mother took her to her first fashion show, her own mother's.

Previous
Previously Dahlia's parent's had gotten a divorce when she turned ten and she is currently living with her mother in France while her sister is still in America with their father learning all she can about music. She is still the little brat she was back then, but now wish a twist, she's even more manipulating and is now judgmental of all muggles and those of magical decent. She is working with her mother on a new fashion line called 'Deadly Sin', seven outfits, one outfit inspired by each deadly sin; lust, envy, sloth, etc. She isn't as famous as her mother, but she hopes to be some day, it's her dream to see her clothes as well as her face in every magazine.

PERSONALITY:

likes fashion, money, being on top, getting whatever she wants, shopping, clothes, shoes, purses, coffee, boys, being well know, black dahlias, getting her picture taken, acting, ice cream, modeling

dislikes having to work, poor people, childish things, fat people, ugly people, cheep things, fast food, carbs, spiders, snakes, bugs, know-it-alls

goals to be top girl, to become a famous actress/model, have her face in every magazine, stay rich

fears she will one day be poor & will lose her popularity

secrets sometimes wishes her parents were dead so she could have all the money, wishes she was an only child at times, doesn't really like being rude to get what she wants

weaknesses can be a total b*tch a lot of the time, is overly intimidating, sarcastic, rich b*tch, hopes too much

strengths smart, coy, manipulating, easy going, has a great fashion sense

▪ Vain

[/u] Dahlia is the kind of girl who thinks of no one but herself, she even puts herself before her family and friends all the time and at one point she almost let her father get stabbed over her. she has that sort of annoying 'I'm better then you' attitude and lets everyone know it by rolling her eyes and looking at them as though they're disgusting creatures. And on top of that because her mother is a famous fashion designer she is able to have that type of attitude in the fashion world and get away with it all. Since no one really knows how to act around her they just tell her she's beautiful and give her stuff, which really is exactly what she wants. Dahlia also thinks she's the sh*t, the best & most beautiful thing that ever walked the earth.

▪ Judgmental[/u] If you don't come from the right family, have the right kind of clothes or the right amount of money expect to be hated by this girl. Even though she may come off as sweet and innocent at first she can be just as vicious as a tiger when it comes to these kinds of things since power is really what she desires at the moment, power and adoration. She never really goes for personality when finding friends, it's mostly just status and money really. If in the first five minutes of meeting someone and she doesn't like them Dahlia will let them know right away by acting as though they're nothing but a pile of dirt. she can't stand poor people or even the goody goodies either, they annoy her so much she just wants to scream and make their life a living hell.

▪ Sarcastic[/u] Dahlia is very sarcastic because it's really just her way of dealing with things, her parents clearly have never taught her to do any better due to their absence after their divorce. She knows it's wrong but a lot of the time she just can't help herself and seems to do it almost automatically. It's also another way she tries to make herself feel better about everything and how she looks by being mean to others. But other times she just does it for fun, to see how others will react to it really and a lot of the time she does it to mess with her younger sister, who she finds just annoying. It's not really the best way to get over things, but then again everyone has a different way of coping with things.

▪ Manipulating[/u] By pretending to be sweet and innocent at first Dahlia has been able to manipulate others to do, well her dirty work. She is very good at it and most of the time the person doesn't even realize she's playing them for a sucker. The fact she can turn a situation around and make herself seem like the only victim is one of her ways she is able to get her way, especially with the teachers and her parents as well as other students. Even though most people know how she truly is she's still able to find that one pour and unfortunate soul who she is able to turn to the dark side every once in a while. she isn't so bad all the time and at times she doesn't even do it on purpose, it sort of comes naturally to her.

▪ Deceiving[/u] With a lot of people she likes to pretend she's their, well, BFFL just to become even more popular then she already is by spreading rumors about them or just stealing their man. She treats it like a sort of art and practices this fairly often with new kids and other unexpected victims. Dahlia finds it hilarious to see the look on a poor girl's face when she comes around and steals her boyfriend or humiliates her in front of the whole school if she is able to. And she just loves the little fuzzy feeling she gets inside once she finishes her plans and potentially ruins her victim's life. permanently. Dahlia thinks it's just one of the best ways to get back at anyone for being more popular or going against her.

▪ Secretly Unhappy[/u] To most people on the outside Dahlia looks happy to be alive, popular, rich, and just generally well know, but secretly she's completely unhappy with her life. Being the perfect girl and having the perfect life, most would think happiness comes along with it all, but it really doesn't. She hates her life and how people think of her, even though she says she doesn't care, she really does. Every little thing that goes bad hits her harder then you ever think it would, like if she gets a bad grade or if someone gives her a sort of dirty look she takes it harder then she really should. Dahlia just wants to impress everyone, but she feels as though it's impossible to impress anyone so far since she has pretty much made herself into a total b*tch and made everyone else think that of her as well, even her parents.

▪ Insecure[/u] Even though she really has everything going for her; guys are after her every second, girls envy her, she's filthy rich and somehow manages to get good grades she really cares about what people think and say about her. It may not seem like it but once someone comments on her she tries to change her look completely to make, well everyone love her. She sometimes feel like one of the St. Elizabeth's celebrity, her being under a microscope all the time and having all her movements and fashion choices being monitored carefully by her class mates and family. But she can't think of anyone else living her life so she tries to hide her insecurities by going after other girl's flaws.

▪ Jealous[/u] Another reason why she goes after others for being who they are is because she gets jealous quite easily, the green eyed monster seems to like her for some reason. If someone has something better then her; purses, perfume, clothes, shoes, or even the heart of a certain man she tries to crush them like a bug just because of it. She hates being jealous and much rather want others to be jealous of her instead. Dahlia rather be top dog and anything standing in her way better watch the fxck out. Take Lambric for instance, since Dawson likes her, dahlia became jealous and took it upon herself to tell the girl that Dawson is no good.

▪ Intelligent[/u] Even though she can be a total b*tch, Dahlia is pretty smart for, well being who she is. She's no dumb blond and for some reason she just loves to read really any book she finds interesting and no matter how big she normally finishes it within a few hours. She gets almost perfect grades in almost all her classes to keep her teachers and parents off her back. But she keeps her grades a secret, even from her friends, just in case they think of her as a nerd or something. Dahlia hates getting 'F's and 'D's on her report card and having her mother yell at her for an hour about college and all that.[/blockquote]

SAMPLE RP:

The sun was setting in the west as Dahlia sat on the day bed next to her window and watched the clouds become painted in shades of purple and orange. It was a beautiful and familiar sight to her, one she watched normally around this time with her father ever since she was a little kid. But tonight was different, she was watching it alone as her father was in America working on a new starlet's music career. His work never bothered her as much as it did now, she at least wanted a call and had awaited one since the night before, but had never received one. She could hear her mother downstairs tending to her sister's needs as she tried her best to draw and listen to what the brat had to say.

Dahlia hated her little sister ever since she was born, well, That's not entirely true since there was at least one other instance where Dahlia was glad to have rose as a sister. It was on her birth day and Rose had gotten her the greatest gift ever, a sapphire tennis bracelet, something she had wanted since she was about ten. But other then that she found her little sister to be such a goody goody that it was starting to piss her off a bit. Her voice was like listening to a teachers, an undertone of sarcasm, laced with a know-it-all tone. Even the sight of her sister caused Dahlia to go into a sort of annoyed state and nothing could make her happy until rose was out of her sight and out of mind.

As she pulled her legs up and hugged them close to her chest she heard a familiar voice coming from downstairs. she awaited for the voice to become closer and closer until it was finally right outside her door. The head of her father peaked in and once dahlia's eyes met his she ran up and jumped right on him sending them both tumbling to the floor. "Father! I've missed you so much!" said Dahlia as she hugged her father close to her as she saw her mother walking upstairs with a smile on her face. It was always like this when her father came back home from America, but normally she would wait for him at the front door and then jump him once he came inside.

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She sounds like a true Sournois to me.

[aeronbloodworth]

First Name: Aeron

Last Name: Bloodworth

Age: 15

Appearance: Aeron has deep-set emerald eyes that look like two stagnant pools of water, matched with an elegant nose, thin eyebrows and a large mouth with thin lips. he has lemon-yellow hair that dances carelessly around his face which remains half hidden most of the time. He is 5'7" and a little underweight. His skin is a pale tan and very smooth with a few freckles on his hallow cheeks. His wardrobe consists mainly of black clothes.
History: Aeron Dolan Bloodworth was born into a long lineage of pure-blood wizards which his pure-blood obsessing, power hungry parents never fail to reminde him. Although he has far different ideals and views then this parents, which is highly noted from his friends who consist mainly of muggleborns and half-bloods. He spends the majority of his time reading up on defensive spells and experimenting with potions which he loves doing.
He has two older brothers who also share the ideas of his parents and have both married pure-blood witches. Both share a remarkable resemblance to their mother, having thick wavy ebony black hair, rather small almonde eyes and china-white skin.
Aeron hopes to become an auror.

Personality: Aeron is outgoing and kind, being rather careless and freedom-loving he never stops exploring the world around him. Not one for being a leader but rather doing things independently, being his own leader and the majority of the time people tend to follow him. He is blunt and straightforward by nature but he has good intentions never meaning to hurt anyone. He stands up for the underdog in society and for all of his friends even if they're in the wrong.

Sample RP:
Sitting quietly in the cornor Aeron held the book "Magical Creatures Etc" up to his face, "Hmm" he muttered curiously when a hand grabbed the book out from under his nose. "HEY...wha...what's the big idea?" he stammered as he looked around his blonde hair flying around his face as he looked. "Why are you reading on a day like this?" grinned a girl with blue robes and sunshine-yellow hair who dangled the rather large textbook from her small fingers in front of him. "It's...uhm..raining though?" Aeron laughed. "But isn't it beautiful?" grinned the girl even bigger. "I guess, but, I think i'd rather learn the digestive cycles of Beige-Back Dragons" Aeron protested. Now frowning and looking from side to side the girl was about to give the book back when she pointed to the stained window pane beside them in the large hall, "wouldn't you rather explore Hissing Kissing beetles? They only come out during beautiful rainy periods!" she said with excitement in her eyes. "Well, I havn't really heard of them, but you go on without me, i'm not that interested in bugs." Aeron laughed and grabbed his book from her fingers. "Suit yourself, if you'd rather READ about dragons instead of EXPLORING them." she frowned and walked off quickly. Rolling his eyes as he opened up his book again.

Please expand on his history and personality.

[maciej]

First Name:

Macie

Last Name:

Jones

Age:

Sixteen

Appearance:

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History:

It's been questioned if Macie Jones was ever normal, if she was anything like what other girls think is 'cool'. Many people who meet her sat she's crazy or that her eyes look as if they had never seen life. But of course all that is untrue, she was once normal.

On August Nineth at Four in the morning, Annabelle and Oliver Jones were granted with their first -- and only -- childe, a little girl they called Macie, after Oliver's Mother. They were just like any Muggle family for the first Three years of Macie's life.

Her Mother stayed home, in the small house in Lille, France, to take care of Macie while her Father worked Ten hours from Tuesdays to Saturdays at the local library. But Three weeks before Macie's Third birthday, Oliver worked on the Sunday so he could home for Macie's birthday. Sadly, that was a bad idea.

The subway he rode on to work was attacked, and Oliver was killed. Ever since that day, Macie was never the same, nor was Annabelle. The both of them feel into a depression they dealed with in different ways. Macie just.. shut down while Annabelle simple drowned her sorrows in alcohol.

Obviously Annabelle didn't find work after Oliver died and she and her daughter could only live off what they had for so long. Two years after having just about nothing, child services caught up with the Jones and took away Five year old make. Took her to an orphanage.

Here, she became even more reserved. To pass the time she would simple sit and draw, be it circles or stars or anything, over and over again on any piece of paper she could find and whenever someone would try to socialize with her she would simple draw faster, with more vigor.

When her letter from Beauxbatons came she didn't know what to take it as, seeing how her default emotion was indifference. But she went anyways.

Personality:

Macie is very cut off and silent, only speaking when asked to speak by and authoritative figure. But this doesn't mean she's she, it means she'd rather be anti-social than anything. She also seems very mysterious because her eyes, although they have a cold look to them, hold more than they show. But the question is what.

She is also really nice and selfless, putting other before herself. Macie also does these little favors for people. People often overlook her, unless they they're for her - she blends well with the halls of Beauxbatons- and as a result they often complain around her without knowing and Macie tries to make their lives just a little easier.

Sample RP:

The location of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic is a well kepy secret, only that it is located in France is known. But once the students arrive, they don't care for that for the castle was a beautiful place filled to the top with magic. It's halls are almost always full of life, or at least the main hallways are. In the school there are a few corridors often not used and down one of these corridors Macie Jones could be found, the sound of pend on paper surrounding her.

She was doing what she did best, drawing multiple things on a piece of paper until it went the colour of the ink in the pen she was using. She sat leaning against the stone wall, her butt numbing, and the paper she was drawing on pressed against her knees. The image of her choice was a simple star, the kind you learnt how to draw in kindergarten. Her hair was tied back and hidden under a hood so that only her fringe was visible.

Today's outfit of choice was a pair of baggy jeans which were faded with age and always seemed to be falling off her slim waist. Underneath the already mentioned grey cotton hoodie was a simple white tee-shirt that seemed like no one wore anymore.

The blank page she was writing on was soon filled by the black ink of her pen. Once the page was done she simple stood up, leaving the paper on the ground as she walked away with the used pen clenched in her heand and as for her eyes, they were the same emotionless eyes they always were. Now she was going to complete her homework since the urge, this mysteriousurge she felt, was gone and she would be able to concentrate on the work.

Please expand on her personality

[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!

However, as quick tempered as she is, she easily forgives, but never forgets. She likes to have fun, but it's rare to see a big smile on her face. Stella has the temperament of the ocean - calm on some days and in a blink of an eye, she's as fierce as a sea storm. She doesn't look very bright, but those who know her can tell you otherwise. She takes extra care of her family members and her close friends - and some may call her overbearing or possessive. Stella tries to exceed at most things and she hates losing. She's a perfectionist by nature. However, when it comes to love, she becomes as clumsy and hopeless as the next girl.



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 was assigned to her dormitory and there, she saw the magnificent colors of blue with the sun peeking through the windows. She dropped her stuff and kicked her shoes off - and like a small child, she jumped up and down on her bed. The silk sheets felt magnificent under her bare feet.

After she settled in, she made her way to the library. There were tons of books and tons of curious peers just like her. Stella is a studious girl by nature, and for her first week, she's had her nose in a book almost all the time. In the muggle world she was Miss Perfect. Seeing as it was only her first week, she was new to the school and though the feeling of being the "new kid" was overwhelming, she was happy. 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 at the end of the day, 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.[/quote]

I'm sorry~I fixed the display name

Please expand on her personality

Sorry, Madame. I fixed the error once more

[rouletteanasty]

NAME:
Roulette Rena

LAST NAME:
Anasty

BLOOD:
Seer - Mother
Seer- Father

AGE:
Sixteen


PERSONALITY:
Defiant - Roulette doesn't take well to authority. She knows herself as the person to be in charge, the one to tell someone what to do. But along with her defiance, in a way she knows when to back down. She keeps this side of her hidden away, and doesn't like to comment. If someone tell her what to do, she broos inside with hate for them and carries on with her life.

Honest - Roulette is very honest, to her friends, family, and herself. She tells the truth all the time. And even if she had to lie to save herself from death, she couldnt do it. It's something about her, her visions made her like this. She hates it because sometimes she hurts those she loves. Spite her problem, the truth actually gives her the power to see. See these visions.

Trustworthy

[/font][/size] - Roulette doesn't like giving away secrets. Once you tell her something, she shuts up and keeps it in her mind. Although she uses it for an advantage: secrets she learns, she plants them in her brain. So when her visions come, more details are there. More... intricate knowledge about the humans and magical people she knows. But, some secrets make it hard for her. Sometimes Roulette tries to forget some of the things she learns, to be able to read someone more easily.

Loving/Caring[/font][/size] - Roulette is truly a loving creature. Beyond the semi-hostile place, she is that dreaming little girl. She has a heart, softened because of her own mother. She cares for people, enemies and friends alike. When someone is down, she wont just leave them there. She will help. If someone refuses to let her help, then there really is nothing more to do. Although she would try as hard as she could at first, eventually... yes, she would go on her own way. But usually she would get through. She has a young, passionate heart.

Soothing/Relaxing[/font][/size] - More or less, her voice is soothing. She loves to help relax people by singing. She loves to see the emotion rising in there eyes, and to see there calming expressions.

Curious[/font][/size] - Roulette loves to explore, and loves to find new new things. She's usually getting into something and trying to learn about it as much she can. She writes things down and mezmorizes them.

Sensitive[/size][/font] - Yes. Sensitive, in both ways. She has a very sensitive heart. A lot of things upset her, and she does cry often. Although she doesnt cry in public, she'll usually write her feelings down in a journal. And, she is sensitive to others feelings. If someone is hurting, she'll be there for them to lean on. She has no problem with that.

Intellegent - Roulette is very, very intellegent. Because she works hard, and pays attention she is sleek with smarts. School smart, that is.

Friendly/Energetic/Enthusiastic - Roulette at times can be very hyper and energetic. Becoming talkative, and open with her friends. And also, friendly. She at times loves to interact with strangers, it makes her feel much better. Enthusiasm - even though not coming often, at those good times she sets her heart on something and goes for it. Until she acheives her goal.

Charming[/font][/size] - A hidden charm lays benieth her sometimes hard exterior. Roulette can be somewhat a flirt, but her charm doesnt lay when she is flirting. Her charm comes when she blossoms, when she feels an atraction to someone. The way she talks, and how she talks becomes like poetic writting. And she becomes soft, darling.

Challenging[/font][/size] - Roulette at times... can be hostil. With her enemies. She wont back down, and if you throw an insult back at her, be prepared for an all out war. She's vicious when you get her started, and usually wont stop. Little things upset her, and even though she hides it, at times something sets her off at a high extent and eventually she cant hold it back anymore.

Creative[/font][/size] - She is very creative. She loves to draw, and color and create new things. Fashion is big with her, and she designs her own clothing. But she also loves to draw and sketch animals, flowers. And people. She loves to catch there emotions and capture them. She is also an intricate writter. So good, writting stories and poems.


HISTORY:[/font][/color]
Roulette was born in north america, in Virginia. Around two years old, Roulette began to get into the horses, with her mother and father and two brothers. She was 2 and a hafe when she got her first horse, he was a brown and white spotted appaloosa named Sorrow. Roulette and Sorrow did everything together, they loved each other. But the day came... Sorrow became ill, so suddenly. And by the time that Roulette could get to see him... it was to late. Roulette went into a deep depression. No matter how many horses her parents bought for her, only one held a place in her heart. Her parents tried a lot to cheer her up that year, but nothing did. Seven years old, and not enjoying life. Her mom always called her the princess in hiding. Because she hid from society. Letting her emotional side get the best of her. While even she figured she would never come out of her "depression coma", something peeked her interest. Modeling. And fashion designing. It seemed like such a long shot, to ever be blessed with those two things. But suddenly, she was.

Roulette found herself at one point strutting down the hallways of her school, and at age 12, strutting down the JCP runway for teenage appearal. And with that, her wonderful modeling career was launched. She did good, until something crushed her. She was thirteen, and became deeply obsessed with one of the designer, Marx Steckers. He treated her like such a lady, like a woman. She felt so strong about him, but everyone called her a fool. Marx was only 19, in training for the bigtime. Eventually, while helping her get ready for a shoot, he admitted he liked her. She was much younger then him, so seriously... they couldn't be together. Marx called her Ruerue. Because her name was Roulette. She loved how his voice sounded, and at now 14 years old, she decided to do something about her feelings for him. Everyday, they'd hide away in a closet and confess there love for each other in words of poetry. She giggled a lot around him, he was her one and only.

But once her mother became suspicious, they had to keep there love affair a secret. But soon after they limited there affair, her mother stumbled in on them one night. Around midnight, he had snuck into her room. That was the night be planned to love him more then ever. With an outraged mother, and a furious father, Marx was forbid to work with her. And soon was fired from the JCP line. Roulette was heartbroken. She couldn't help but cry. Another heartbreak. Another dream shattered. Although she loved Marx, she couldn't stop modeling. She did it for her mother, but what she yerned to do was to do fashion. Soon after her terrible heartbreak, she began to see things. Right before she went to sleep every night, something new would pop into her mind. Little by little, they'd get more frequent. She became scared, after a vision of Marx and another girl. And then, his death. She didn't think they'd come true... until about a month later. Getting a call from Marx's old assistant.

Depressed, scared, and now sixteen. Roulette had finally healed from most of her old emotional wounds. A few friends, and a good family. But then, she got a note. It explained her, who it was from she didn't know. She began to research these so called "seers" and found out a lot. It explained everything. She decided to comfront her parents on the matter, and then, her history was told. She came from a long line of seers and witches. Finding out her mother and fathers marriage was arranged. Suprised, her mother told her about a school, Beauxbatons. With discussion, and compromise... the day came, and her mother sent her to BeauxBatons. But what hold for her there, is only known in the future.

SAMPLE RP:
"Does it matter?" Marx asked her. His soft lips touching Roulette's neck, she let out a deep sigh. Did it really? They loved each other, didn't they? So what, she was young... He was older, but it didn't matter. "No," she said softly, "it doesnt." She smiled widely, enjoying her time with Marx, her back leaned on his chest, and she let out a deep exhale. She was in the perfect spot. In her bed, with Marx. A noise perched loudly outside, and Roulette opened her silvery brown eyes. Looking out the window, an owl perched on the tree that her beloved had just climbed up. Giving a small, gracious sigh, she closed her eyes. Yet, she didn't want to fall asleep. She didn't want to lose the moment of being with Marx. Her breathe was light, then, a dream. She hated her dreams, they where torturesome. She'd dream about death, herself. Herself dying, but did that mean anything. Suddenly, it hurt to close her eyes. She couldn't breath, having those troubles came often. She leaned forward and coughed. Her eyes shutting and her hand on her neck. She was making a gagging noise, she glanced at Marx as he leaned up, putting his hand on her back he became protective. "You ok, love?" he asked.

Roulette began to ease as he stroked her back. Her breathe began to come more easily, and she turned to Marx. Kissing his lips softly. "I'm fine," she whispered, "shakey, but fine." She finished and leaned back causiously. If an attack happened durring the night, there was a chance she wouldn't wake up. Marx put his arms around her, and her tense body eased at his soft touch. Closing her eyes, the darkness of sleep gloomed over her soon after. Bright red eyes stared, there shine was fearful. A hand reaches out, it clamped onto her throat. Pulling down, her breathe was suddenly cut off. Shaking, crying, she couldnt feel her neck. Then, a snap was heard and she lay, lifeless in his hand. "STOP!" Roulette shouted, waking in a cold sweat. Tears in her eyes, she looked at her pillow. It was soaked in tears. She looked at Marx as he was up. On gaurd. "I... Im ok." She whispered. Marx looked doubtful, he sighed and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her cheek.

The rest of the night was restless. In the morning, she woke to find Marx gone. It wasn't unusual, since her mother and father worked until 4 AM, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, he left around 3 AM. She gave a small sigh, lifting off the bed and walking to the door, opening it slowly, she saw Marx and her dad standing in the hallway. Her heart almost stopped, tears came to her eyes. Her father was shouting to loud and fast for her to make out, but his hand went to raise, and she bolted down the hall. "Daddy!" She cried. Her father looked at her, and suddenly her mother flung from behind the corner, embracing her in a hug. Trying to break free, she let out a gasp. She couldn't breathe again. She began to cough, Marx moved slightly. Shifting, he looked over worriedly. Roulette's father stared, confused. Marx bolted for Roulette, "Rue!" He cried. By now, the girl was on her knees. Her thoughts racing. Her breathe was completely shut off. Marx went to put his hand on her back, until he felt a slam in his side.




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She sounds like a misture of all three houses,
but must be Cossu

[ndunne]

FIRST NAME:
Elizabeth
MIDDLE NAME:
Rose
LAST NAME:
Parkinson
AGE:
Fifteen
APPERANCE:
Audrey Hepburn
HISTORY:
Rosemarie du Brown was brought up by a family of six, in a village outside of Paris. The family were very poor, and couldn’t afford the essentials. When Rosemarie was eleven, a strange thing happened. She received a letter from Beauxbatons Acadmey of Magic. She had never heard of anything more stupid. She ripped open her letter, and realised that she was a witch. In a few months she left for this unfamous school. Her family, disapproved of this unusal school and begged her not to go. Seven years later, she had lost all contact from her family. She didn’t mind one bit, beacuse she had found her true love, Yves Parkinson. The two met at Beauxbatons and had falllen in love at first sight. The two lovers got married and moved to London. They had three boys, Mark, Johnny and Tim. They all went to Beauxbatons and had the time of their life. After school the three boys had big plans. Mark and his girlfriend Penny, were getting married. Tim was going to do a course to become an Auroa. While Johnny, had over plans. He was going to work with a new dark wizard, called Richard Lemington and take over the wizardering world. Years past, and Johnny had no contact with his parents and brothers. He was scared, though. He, finally, got conatct with his brother Mark. He told him that he wanted to break free of Richard’s circle and be a good guy again. Richard, however heard of Johnny’s talk with Mark and planned a horrific conclusion. Two days before Christmas, Mark was found dead at his house in Surrey. He was found by his son, Harrod, who was a trained healer and knew from the sight of him he was killed by the AVADA KEDAVARA curse. After hearing the news, Johnny knew that Richard had killed his brother. He killed Richard himself and then he died of exhaustion.
Harrod Parkinson, finished his seven years at Beauxbatons and trained to be an Auroa. He later, married muggle-born Madison Greenway, a professer of herbology. The two, had one child, Elizabeth. Elizabeth had a normal childhood, then she turned five. At five, her family was spilt into two. Madison had never loved Harrod, but only married him to help her dark master, Xavier Chadley. Elizabeth’s father, was too late to figure this out and died of the AVADA KEDAVARA curse by Madison. Xavier, was not happy with Madison’s decision and killed her. Elizabeth was sent to Great Uncle Tim, who told her of this family histry. Elizabeth has lived with him ever since, in London.
PERSONALITY:
Elizabeth is a honest, kind, trustworthy and helpful girl. She is a bit of a perfectionist and loves being organised. She isn’t your normal girly-girl and prefers riding books to going shopping. This makes her a unique person. Elizabeth is also a serious person, who doesn’t like practical jokes. She has been bullied in the past, by others, but that hasn’t stopped her reaching her dream. Her dream of entering Beauxbatons. Elizabeth also doesn’t like breaking rules, but if it means helping her friends. She is up for the challenge!
SAMPLE:
I was sitting at the table with my Great Uncle Tim, discussing Ancient Rumes, when a loud noise interrupted us. We both stared at the window, beacuse that was where the noise came from and saw a Barn Owl. I stood up and opened the window to take the letter, which was tightly bound in the owl’s claw. That’s when i saw it. The Berauxbatons crest stared back at me. I schreeched with delight at the sight of it. I sat back down at the table with my great uncle, my hands shaking with excitment. I gently ripped open the enevelope, and pulled out the piece of parchment. I couldn’t believe it, my dream had been fulfilled. I read the neat handwriting and smiled with happiness. I was finally going to the place of my dreams. I was finally getting my wand. I was finally going home!

I don't think that Audrey Hepburn, however classic,
would be suitable for a fifteen year old student.