Sorting (Term Thirteen)

[arianne]

SURNOM ET MILIEU NOM

arianne cygne

NOM DE FAMILLE

argent

FAMILLE

Aife Argent
Aurelia Argent
Rousseau Argent
Valerie Urbain Argent
Mallory Augustine Argent
Seymour Argent
Razo Argent
Dorian Argent
(servents:
Clara and Miles
Damien Pastier)

AGE:

Quatorze (Fourteen)

APPARENCE:

ELLEN PAGE

HISTOIRE

PERSONNALITE:

- ACTIVE: Ever since Arianne could walk, she's been doing all sports. Her parents weren't all that fond of her doing other sports that weren't Quidditch or didn't involve Magic at all. Nonetheless, they were giving her support as she tried soccer, basketball and baseball - not to mention how she earned herself a broken arm playing rugby for the first time when she was seven with some of her friends. She is a fair Quidditch player and likes to play Keeper most - but she doesn't mind Chasing and scoring. She's quite bad (she'll admit) at Seeking, but she's a fair Beater as well. She likes to run a lot, just to keep in shape, and she finds it hard to sit in a classroom and pay attention because she'd rather be moving, so she finds herself twitching around a lot to keep herself stable and paying attention.
- BUBBLY: More like Aife than Aurelia, she's more fun and friendly. She's outgoing and cheerful and tends to love making others happy because that rebounds onto her. She's always in a good mood until she gets a letter from home because then she'll miss her parents. For five minutes. And then go back to loving Beauxbatons. It's rare to ever see her in a bad mood since she just loves to hide that from people since it makes her feel like she's letting people down when she doesn't make them smile. When someone smiles for her, it's kind of like an euphoric drug that gets her going which then leads to her activities.
- CHARMING: Being the youngest daughter and child in a family sort of gives her some perks. She's good at using cuteness to get what she wants, but since she turned fourteen she's learned that she can use more than that - she has charismatic abilities which give her charm and thus an advantage over some others. Along with her Veela roots it helps that she's friendly because it gives her a future leader sort of image to uphold. Not to mention she's from a very influential family. Arianne relies a lot on her sisters sometimes to get what she wants, but sometimes (very, very rarely) she's able to trick one of them into doing something for her. Usually Aife seeing as she's more like the mother hen of Aurelia and Arianne.
- INTELLIGENT: Arianne is a pretty smart student. She's a hard worker and would rather study than hang out with friends on the grounds. That doesn't mean she's anti-social (quite the opposite) but she's really bent on getting good grades and thus a good job and then marrying into a good family. She's all for an adventurous romance, but she likes the straight and narrow this one. She's a bookworm before an examination and she's a procrastinator when nothing's really important. She may be a bookworm at times, but then she will speak up if she finds that a piece of homework is completely ridiculous and useless and she will refuse to do it. So if there's ever a drop in her grade, that would be why.
- TOMBOY: It doesn't sound like a trait but it really is. She really is a tomboy. A strong willed, stubborn and slightly spoiled girl who doesn't care for anything girly and only really wants to have a good time. Short and sweet, kind of like her.

SAMPLE DE RPG:

Arianne ran her fingers along the wooden fence blocking her from her horse. Her horse was a chocolate brown one and she had named him Fusillade after she had seen a few muggle action movies with guns. She had wanted to name him Bullet but found that it was so used and she didn't want to do that. And then the day after she had gone to a big horse race with her Grandmere and Razo she had come back and immediately named him Fusillade which meant gunshot. She smiled and leaned over the side, her feet lifting off the ground. Her fingers brushed the horse's mane and she sighed. falling back against the soil. She cocked her head, feeling extremely relaxed around him. He was one of her only reminders of home. Home, which was beautiful. Home with her mother. She tucked some hair behind her ears and nibbled on her lower lip. It was late as it was and she was sure that if she stayed out any later she would be in lots of trouble and manage a detention. She didn't want to give herself a bad look on her first day at Beauxbatons. She had just gotten here, after and she hadn't even seen her sisters yet. Chances were she'd only see Aurelia in classes and Aife... well, maybe she wouldn't see Aife for a while, now that she thought about it.

Arianne had arrived that morning with Fusillade and had just gotten to her room. At the moment she didn't have any roommates and she was OK with that, but she kind of wanted one or two. She needed some kind of sisterly influences. Gazing longingly at her horse, she glanced around in the darkness making sure she didn't see anyone before she quietly opened the lock with a click! Arianne glanced around once again, listening as the sound echoed around the trees, through the path and in the other stables. She slipped into the stall and walked right up to the horse, gazing in it's dark, black eyes and smiled as her fingers trailed along the side of the horse's face. He breathed into her hand and she smiled before she bent over and picked up a few blades of hay. She fed them to the horse, knowing that he may not accept them. Back home, all of the Argent horses had been fed special, organic hay that along with many other things that Beauxbatons probably couldn't provide for them. She sighed and leaned against the animal, knowing that the change was probably going to be harder for Fusillade than for Arianne herself.

Arianne closed her eyes, letting her lashes flutter against her cheeks and she began to breathe steadily. If one were to walk by just then, it would look like she was sleeping. She was exhausted enough to, but she had needed to see Fusillade before she did. She couldn't let him sleep without knowing that he was going to be safe. She smiled and opened her eyes slowly and stared ahead past the horse's head into the darkness where there was something dark poking out from behind the trees. Shocked more than scared, Arianne squinted a little, not moving her head. She had the disadvantage, since there were torches in the stables, safely kept up out of everyone's reach, but still a threat to her. Arianne frowned before she continued to rub her fingers along through Fusillade's skin, not showing any signs of weakness at this new threat that had just appeared up ahead.

WC: (approx) 601 words. I'll do more in regular posts :] Since I play KABES FTW! xDD

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Previous Character (Ariëlle Tigres)

First Name: Nicolas

Last Name: Pierce

Age: 15

Appearance:
Nick is 6'4 tall and he has shaggy dark-honey hair. (Exept for when a werewolf and also when his hair is darker some days)
picture
History:
His father left when he was born and his mother has been taking care of him since. His father was a not so well known pure-blood dark wizard and his mother was a werewolf. He only went to a muggle school from grade six to grade twelve and he is extremely smart when it comes to Dark Wizards of the muggle world.

His mother got sick when she was traveling to the U.S.A and he had to skip a couple years of going to Beauxbatons to take care of her. Eventually she died and he moved in with his great aunt and uncle, Edith and Wilmer. They had to put him in a cage at night while the full moon was out because of his transformations.

In grade seven, he developed a skill for muggle music. Rock. He bought a guitar and decided to write songs and compose his own sound. He got a job in the muggle world playing with a band that eventually quit to go to Beauxbatons. While in his band he earned about 300-600$$ per concert, depending on the place he played.

Nick had loads of friends at his muggle school. Every girl "wanted him for there selves." he said it got quite annoying after he had a girlfriend. But he managed to get through it. When he left for Beauxbatons, his friends wanted to know where Nick was going and why. He only said he was moving away. Far far away.

Once, when he was 14, he attacked his mother while in werewolf form. Thats partly the reason she died and Nick can't get over that fact. He hates himself for that particular reason.

Personality:
HUMAN FORM:

Courageous: Nick is extremely brave. He will face almost anything. If their is a war some where, most definatly he would be their defending the last of his family and Beauxbatons.

Successful: Nick is always successful. He gets what he wants in other words. The only thing he wasn't successful was protecting his mom from himself.

Hilarious: Always a joker, Nick is the life of the party. He will cheer you up with a simple joke. Any kind of joke will seem hilarious when its Nick Pierce. Even when its a prank to humiliate you.

Confident: Looking for an adventure or a competition, thats Nick Pierce. He is always willing to try new things. Even when that new thing is eating a catterpillar for a dare.

Protective: He will try his best to protect his love ones. He will give his life to do so. Say if a wizard were to attack he would protect them with all of his might.

Intellegant: Really smart, especially in the muggle world. He knows alot of Math, Grammer and Science. As well as the basic translation of Hieroglyphics.

WEREWOLF:

Damaging: Nick in his werewolf form is clumsy and will damage trees, houses, buildings, roads, even people.

Vicious: Scary like a pitbull. Stay away from him at a full moons night. He is probably going to be one of the scariest things you will ever see. He will maul your face if you are near.

Fuzzy: Very soft indeed. But it would be a bad idea going near him. Well, unless you want his jaws wrapped around you. He has nice, delicate fur.

Thoughtless: He won't even remember the tiniest detail in his form. He won't remember who he is, who he loves. Its rather sad, but its definatly true. Blame his mother.

Sample RP:
Nick awoke early that day to his Aunt Edith's call for breakfast. He put on some cloths and headed down the stairs. His great aunt and uncle's house was almost falling apart on top of its head. The stairs needed work, some of the walls needed work. Everything needed something to make it better. Nick acually thought at one point he could fix the house with magic, but he would have needed to attend Beauxbatons to do so. Good thing he was going this year. Finally, two years of waiting. He smiled as he pounced on the last step of the stairs, his plaid shirt hanging like a jacket.

When he got to the breakfast table, he was served toast, eggs and bacon on a plate. "Thanks." he simply said as he dug in with his fork and knife. He imagined the eating utencil's were like drum sticks. Sure drumming wasn't his dream. But each song needed a drummer. He tapped the plate like it was drums. "Nicolas." said his auntie looking at him strangly. Nick snapped out of it. He nodded then began eating his eggs. When Nick finnished his meal he climbed back up the stairs and got his Gibson Guitar out of his closet, plugged it into the amp and quitly started playing a tune from "Iron Man" by "Black Sabath". He knew rock music bugged his Aunt alot so he had to turn down the amp quite a bit.

As he was quietly playing, he imagined himself with his old band. They were playing on a stage, thousands of fans screaming and throwing their hands up at them. It was amazing. The band was going to sing an encore, the fifth encore. Nick started playing and he felt like the notes were flowing against him. Nick awoke from the imagination. It was amazing what he could do with an instrument. He was talented. Very talented. He always thought of himself as the next Jimmy Hendrix. He never should have quit the band. But magic was far more important. Not that his aunt or uncle could do it. They were to old. But in a way, Nick was exited. More people who have magical abilities. Perhaps maybe a werewolf or two. He sat down on his bed and closed his eyes. He was definatly looking forward to it.

Hmm. Seems like a Sournois to me

[firepheonix]

First Name: Klaus
Last Name: Baudelaire
Age: 17
Appearance:

• Height: 6, 2
  
• Weight: 150 lb.
  
• Hair: Black
  
• Eye color: Brown
  
• Skin: White
  
• Build: Average
  

History: His family is one of the most respectful and powerful in England.He is born and raised in London ; England.His father meet his mother in Egypt for the first time.There they fall inlove and two years later they get merry and Ema Baudelaire born a boy in London.They call him Klaus.He has a normal childhood full with fun and not so fun situaions.His life is just normal before he attend the school for wizard.

When he became 11 years old he is accepted in Beauxbatons.His father once was a Cossu studnet.However his life in Beauxbatons is very intresting.The most of the time he play chess or playing quidditch for the house team.He is part of the team when they win the quidditch cup.He is just second year student.He has friends from almost every other house.He trying to have friends from everywhere around the globe.

When he turning fourteen years for the first time he visits Egypt with his parents.The boy visits the pyramids and he decides to visit Egypt once again.This very special moment for Klaus and he change his life forever when he discover the magic of the Egypt.Soon the place become one of his favorites.This happend the summer between his second and three year in Beauxbatons.The next school year is boring for him but his next few years are much more interesting for him and his friends.

Personality: Klaus s very loyal person.He never leave a friend behind.No matter what is the situation...he alwyas pretoect the friends.Even when someone of his friends is in trouble....he trying to do everything.....just to help.He trying to be very loyal even to his parents and family friends.Loyal to the every wizard pureblood community.His family make him to be so loyal.He is very mannerly and he know how to be loyal to the good people.Baudelaire is loyal to the end.Just like almost every other pureblodd wizard he would do anything when the things are wrong.To protect the wizards no matter what this will cost.

He is very smart.His way of living is just like chess.Every situation has a solution.He like to analizing every situaton and possible solutons.He alwas play with strategy.Even when the things are wrong...he alwas want to control the situation.Very proud person.Proud with the pure blood in his vens.Proud with the family and close fiends.Even he is proud with his wand.

He just has the ability to talk very easy with the people and they just listen to him because he is very nice orator.Back in England
has a little circle of friends and he always lead them even when they just playing some game.He really fast can take a good decision.Sometimes he this decision are wrong,but he always trying the best he can to make the things right.He is just a boy with the simple ability of orator.He care more about the results of every possible situation.Always trying to predict what possible can happend if he made a move.For him....every situation is like chess and the pople are just pawns in the hands of destiny.

Sample RP: My rp sample for other rp site.

It was night and the sky was very clear.Only the stars and the moon was there in this darkess.The air was fresh and the only living person on the street was standing right there with wand in hand.His brown eyes was watching the moon and he was ready for anything.Ready for the any event.No matter what he was prepare even for battle with some Death Eater.This wizards was like rats.Dirty fools wthout any moral in there minds.Stupid and arogant.How was possible in the name of the great Merlin to call them..."wizards".They not deserve to call them like that.

This man smiled gently and he being his walk in the dark street of London.The time for the first meething with the british aurors was come.Bur where are they now?He was hoping to meet the soon or all this was gonna be for nothing.The street was so empty now.He wanted some compony,but he was alone.Not for a while.From somewhere he heard some strange sound.He turn around and he saw some shadow of man behind him.It was some wizard with blonde hair and wand in his left arm.

"Hello Zigfried and welcome"

When he saw the face of the man he recognize one of his fellow aurors here in London.His name was James House and working here in the city.He was old friend of Zigfried.Both of them shake hands.Finely Faust wasn alone.

"You late James,but I'm glad to see you" he said "Let's go somewhere else.Here is not safe."

Two minutes later the two mans disappear.Somehow they was not there any more.Soon they they change the locatin of the meeting.Faust was gonna be accepted in the Order of Phoenix as a auror.His journey in the country begin with the meeting of the two old friends from Hogwarts.Even the Death Eaters did not know that.

(ooc: My last try and if it doesn't work i will delete my account.)

You're not allowed a rp sample from another site.

[nicole]

First Name: Charlotte
Last Name: Roberts
Age: Eighteen
History: Matthew Roberts was brought up by a strict family in Kensington, London. His life was as normal as it could get, except for one thing. He wasn’t a muggle and neither was his family. He was a wizard. He went to a school somewhere in France, Beauxbatons, which his family had been going too for years. Matthew had a big dream of becoming a healer at St. Mungos, after he graduated. Years later, he had new dream. He wanted to join forces with a dark wizard called, Zachariah Hale, and become his most loyal servant. After graduating, he married his Beauxbatons sweetheart, Maria Phelps. They had one child Harrison, a year after getting married. Matthew had a quiet life with Maria and their son, but Matthew craved for more. He hadn’t told a soul, about his craving. When Harrison was nine, he finally fulfilled his dream. He met Zachariah through a close friend, Matthew was ecstatic about the news. He told this dark wizard, that he’ll do anything to become his loyal servant. Zachariah gave him a horrific task, which involved death. At first Matthew declined, but knew that he would die if he didn’t do it. That night, he came home to find his wife playing exploding snap by herself. She greeted him, and gave him a light kiss on the lips. Matthew asked where Harrison was. She replied, saying that he was sleeping in his room. Then, he completed his task. He disappeared into the night, praying he would never see Harrison’s face again. The next morning, Harrison woke up to find Maria, sprawled across the lounge floor. A pack of exploding snap was in her left hand. She was dead. Two days later, Matthew Roberts was found dead in a graveyard in Surrey. He had killed himself, because he regretted killing his wife. Harrison Roberts from then on had a pleasant childhood. He himself went to Beauxbatons, and had a dream of becoming an Auroa. He graduated Beauxbatons, and failed the test to become an Auroa. He was very unlucky in love, until he met Paige Parkers. Paige was a muggle, and had nothing to do with magic. But, he had found his true love at last. Paige and Harrison dated for a year, and Paige never knew he was a wizard. He mostly lied about his life and family. After they went on a holiday to Wales, Paige told Harrison she was pregnant. Harrison knew he was going to have to tell Paige, because it was only a matter of years til her baby would get a letter to go to Beauxbatons. Harrison finally made a decision. He left Paige and performed a Memory Charm on himself, and has forgotten everything. Eleven years later, an envelope arrived at the doorstep of a Notting Hill home in London. Paige Parkers opened the letter and was shocked at what it read. Her daughter, Charlotte, asked what was wrong. Her mother replied, saying that Charlotte was a witch.
Appearance: Sienna Miller
Personality: Charlotte is your everyday bookworm. She is an organised, honest and friendly girl, who is always up for a challenge. She is a perfectionist and loves everything to be 100% perfect. She is very confident and doesn’t care what others say about her. To her, friends are everything, then studying.
RP: Charlotte sat in her bedroom, looking at all the new items she had bought today. Her wand laid in her hand, Charlotte smiled. She was a witch she thought to herself. A witch! A pile of books lay in the corner of her room. All new and shiny. Her mother at first couldn’t believe that her ex-boyfriend was a wizard, and that their daughter was now a witch. Charlotte’s life had been normal, til now. She had normal friends and a normal school. But now, she was going to have magical friends and go to a magical school in France. According to a witch they met at the wand shop, she was a half-blood. This meant that her father was a wizard and her mother was muggle (human/normal). Charlotte still couldn’t believe that she was a witch. It still crosses her mind, this very second.

Please expand on her history

[dahliaturner]

First Name:Dahlia Gwynevere
Last Name:Turner
Age: 11
Appearance:
[Celeb is Olivia Wilde. Click pictures for larger version]
Dahlia, or Dee as she likes to be called, is just an average girl, or at least thats what she thinks. She has brown to dark brown hair, with grey/green eyes that are perhaps her favourite part of her features. She is an average height, bodering on the edge of tall and has a skinny frame which came with the genes. Across her face, she has a light spread of freckles, gained from the many years spent in the sun as a child.

History:
Dee's history is not an overly exciting one, in her opinion, but it has many interesting aspects. She grew up in a large household, with many siblings older than her as she is the youngest child and usually considered the baby of the family. Thus, it allowed her to get away with things that the other siblings of hers could never get away with. Thats about the only advantage that Dee had in being the youngest sibling at such a young age. The downside, is that she iwas protected to the point where it got overbearing. If she took a fall, somebody was always there to pick her back up and as she grew a bit older, Dee got more sick and tired of this. So, she started doing more daring things, pushing the boundries and showing her family that she is stronger than they thought she was.

Instead of playing with dolls, Dee grew up playing Quidditch in the fields around her home. Coming from a wealthy family, allowed the Turners to live in a house with a pond nearby and woods which were protected so that no one could get lost in it. She climbed trees, jumped from high ledges, tackled with her older brothers and generally liked to do things that would ensure that her siblings didn't see her as the baby sister that needed to be protected.

Whilst this may seem all fairy tales and happy endings, the relationship between her parents were not all that it appeared to be. They constantly fighted, arguing over the pettiest of things all through Dee's childhood. It was only because of her siblings, that ensured Dee knew what was happening.

It was no surprise that sooner or later, her parents divorced when she was about eight years old. Her father was the cause, as he had multiple affairs and so her mother was left with the Turner children, thankfully. They all helped her, and she got help as well, since she was the one that brought the money into the house.

By the time Dee reached Beauxbatons, her mother was happy again, seeing somebody who was very nice whilst her father was off in a dump somewhere.

Personality:
Dee has a very fiery, independent personality that came with pushing the boundries from when she was a child. Although at times, this almost daredevil like personality can come in handy, it is not always good. Dee is very volatile when it comes to her temper. If aggravated, she will start throwing things, screaming and sayings things she does not mean, and will not speak logic or calm down until it is all out of her system.

She loves those close to her, and is loyal, proud and sometimes arrogant about her family, of whom is very dear to her. When meeting people she does not know very well, she's very standoffish until they do something or give off a vibe to make her warm up to them. If somebody does something to her that really, truly angers her, she will never forget it and will take a long time to forgive them.

Dee likes to see the beauty in everything around her and loves being outdoors, lazing about under a tree and taking in the beauty and aesthetics of mother nature. Her favourite time of the year is spring, when the flowers are sprouting and the sky produces beautiful colours.

There are times, however, when Dee has a very snarky, cynical and sarcastic attitude, which solely depends on the situation and environment around her. Her weakest strength would have to be her temper, as it can sometimes get the best of her if she allows it to. Usually she doesn't have control.

Sample RP:
Dee was crouched behind a tree, waiting patiently and expertly for some sign of the enemy to come charging at her. Her comrades besides her were quietly spread out behind the many trees alongside her, each only visible to the other.

The sun was shining high in the sky above her and she estimated that they, as in her siblings, had been playing war for a good hour now. In her mind, she always called her team mates, aka her siblings, 'Comrades' as it got her into the zone of 'war'. The aim of her team was to infiltrate the other team's camp and get out a live. Of course, it was the same thing for the other team. Thats why she had her best comrades beside her while the others were guarding the camp, because if Dee's comrades came across the enemy, then it would be a full on battle.

She wasn't called The Lighting for no reason.

Her mother, Dee knew, would have been resting peacefully, glad that all her children had decided to play war in the woods instead of running about the house, or outside in the very large fields close to their house.

She was snapped out of her thoughts as she heard a twig snap. Immediately, her comrades went on alert and she peaked around the tree to see the other team stealthily moving their way through the trees.

But not stealthy enough.

The beauty of their position was, they had the element of surprise. Dee indicated to her comrades to get prepared to surprise the enemy and win this battle.

Must be Rouerie

[hailey]

name ?!

Hailey Chandler Elizabeth Lohner

age ?!

Sixteen

the looks ?!

Rather naturally, Hailey is extremely young looking as a vampire. She has long, curly dark brown hair that flows down her back that is a shade lighter than her brown eyes. She has a soft, child like face for her age. She is a very pretty person, and also posesses the gift to change her appearance at will, (IE: metamorphogus). She stands rather short at the height of four foot six inches, and is light weight at a mere seventy eight pounds.

past ?!

Hailey Chandler Elizabeth Lohner was the seventh child of Alexander and Demetria Lohner, but the first daughter born in 1848. It wasn't the most healthy birth, as Hailey nearly died and her mother did die. That left her as the only living female in their blood line, which put a lot of pressure on her. She had six older brothers and a father to take care of her, which was bound to make her the tomboy girl she is today.

Hailey learned how to take care of herself and care for others at a pretty young age. It was also rather obvious that she was pretty smart, definitely the smartest of the kids in her family. She had the most attention in her family, which she never really thought of. Only twice did she really get mad enough to yell and hurt people, without meaning it. Though, soon her attitude changed. It was all because of getting lost in the forest, and it all went down from there.

When going hiking to steam off a little anger at some older guys, Hailey soon found herself lost. She was attacked by a mountain lion, and the scent of blood attracted a nearby vampire. She was drained off her blood, and soon found herself to be a vampire. Those years were nto some of her brightest. She was extremely out of control, angry all of the time, and an overall murder. She killed a whole village off in a month at one point in time, and had never been more ashamed of herself.

After meeting a much older, controlled vampire Hailey calmed down some. It took her a while to become as mellow as she is now, though. She became much sweeter to people in attempt to cover up her evil, bloody past that she refuses to talk about. She still does kill humans as a source of food, though instead of killing those who are innocent she kills those guilty of charges that no one knows of. She has refused to hunt animals as a permanent diet, but only does it when attending magical schools.

Hailey waited a century to control herself, before reclaiming herself into the royal family two years ago since she is a Scottish princess. She uses her ability to maintain appearances so that no one that couldn't know about vampirism learns about it. Even if some people learned about her secret in her family, she'd probably kill them. She refuses to let anyone know her secret that can't normally know it, and has always been questioned about being secretive from her new family.

persona ?!

Hailey is the kind of girl that can get anyone wrapped around her little finger. She is a sweet little girl around most people, as if she would never hurt a fly. She hardly ever hurts anyones feelings, though her kindness is a mere cover up for her past. She rarely looses her temper anymore, and has learned from all past explosions that it leads to no good. She can be rather self-conscious about her attitude because of this.

Though, underneath all of the sweetness Hailey can be a rather cruel, harsh person. It's like she is two different people if you ever are unfortunate enough to see that side of her. She will both physically and mentally hurt someone, and can do it without a second thought if angered enough. She is a rather good actor because she is so skilled in hiding that side of her, though the thoughts are always crossing her mind when she interacts with people.

Therefore, Hailey is a rather murderous person yet an incredibly sweet one. She could be considered bipolar by some people, though isn't. The can actually be sweet, though rarely, without having to act it. The only time that she would be honestly sweet with someone would be if she had fallen in love with them. Though, she doesn't think that she would ever find a guy that would accept her for being a vampire. She doesn't want to be rejected by her peers.

example?

The wind blew violently through Hailey's dark brown hair as she ran at a speed that wasn't even near possible for a human. A bright bolt of yellow-white lightning streaked across the clouds, covered in dark gray shapes that could be known as clouds. A loud, booming sound that resembled boulders crashing together filled the air as thunder shook. Cries and shrieks of animals were also easy to hear, but the thunder was much louder.

Squeals of windows sliding shut, and loud slamming noises as doors that led to outside could be heard if you were close enough. Though, Hailey could hear all of those sounds and more at once as she ran. Her dark brown orbs of eyes blinked once, her eyebrows furrowed as she concentrated on getting away. Her small body allowed her legs to move at a faster pace than if she was tall, which was one of the main reasons she preferred to be short.

Loud thumps were heard of sharp drops of rain smacked against buildings, trees, and even some of the larger rocks. It was an abnormally noisy day, though it was only because of the thunderstorm that had rilled up. Shaking her head to herself gently, Hailey continued to run. She needed desperately to clear her head to be able to think straight. She had nearly lost control when someone had slashed open their leg, and blood ran out of it.

Yes.
Hailey really needed to think.

Please expand on her history and personality

Expanded.

Must be Sournois

[demoniccharmer]

FIRST NAME:

Nyx

MIDDLE NAME:

Alara

LAST NAME:

Roux

NICKNAME:

Alara & Nyxie

AGE:

Thirteen

BLOOD:

Demonic Blood(1/2), Witch(1/4), & Elvish(1/4)

DEMONIC RACE:

Demon Charmer

APPEARANCE:

POWERS:

-capture & manipulation of light and demonic energy
-compulsion
-enhanced senses
-fear invoking hymns
-control animals
-same powers as any normal witch

FAMILY:

hometown Antrim, Ireland
current residence Paris, France
mother's name Erulissë Roux
mother's blood Elvish/Witch
mother's occupation Stay-at-home mother
father's blood Demonic
father's name Louis Roux
father's occupation Auror
siblings None

HISTORY:

Alara
Born to a royal demonic family of demon charmers alara seems to be the most wimsical of them all. There isn't much in some hisrtory books about her nor her rare, but powerful race. But one thing is known that she is inconrtol of another powerful demon named Scion, who is currently helping to keep her power balance in check. Though she's been in slumber for all these years she has now been awakened in Nyx's body by the hose of Scion and has been yearning for control ever since then.

Nyx
Born on September 8th, 1995 to a loving family; a demon for a father and a half elf and half witch for a mother. Her childhood wasn't always filled with sunshine and daisies as she would make some believe, she was actually quite afraid of her father and all he was able to do. When she turned about five years old her fears somehow came true when her father beat her infront of her mother a few times for having their living room a mess with all her toys. Her pain has been going on since then and though she tries to keep it secret a few people now and again have found out. Being a royal demon charmer didn't come with many pros as it did cons in nyx's eyes, but she is able to find out more aobut her other side. Her alter ego.

When she turned about ten years old she was forced to go to secret meetings with the other higher up demons and had to learn every rule and manner there was to being a demon. She is fairly trained in most martial arts and fencing as well as how to control her powers ehenver she needs to. Growing up was like just becoming an adult at age five for her, it was tough and she had to learn who to trust and who was her enemy fast. Though at times she does wish she had a normal childhood she still had to uphold the title which was given to her at birth.

PERSONALITY:

likes candy, being herself, making others happy, having fun, amusement parks, pastries, animals, school, having many friends
dislikes rude people, over controlling people, having to stay inside for a day, not being able to do what she wants, vain people, seeing people hurt
dreams to be a auroa like her father
fears that because of what she is she'll never be accepted anywhere & because she is young people will try to take advantage of her
goals to pass all her classes in school and make as many friends as she possibly can
strengths kind hearted, loyal, loving, intelligent, truthful, independent, carefree, responsible, good judge of character
weaknesses too innocent, a bit to naive about the real world and the people in it, over emotional at times, insecure

overall personality
Like most teens her age she is trying to find a sort of balance with her somewhat childish mannerisms and the new adult like ones she is expected to have. She is yearning for acceptance from her peers with how she act and for what she is, mixed blood. Though having mixed blood doesn't seem all too uncommon nowadays, it still makes her a bit more insecure about herself then most would think. At times Nyx thinks that if she shows people who she truly is then they might just ignore her or make fun of her for being who she is. So she tries to keep her blood line on the down low, at least when it comes to meeting new people.

Once someone gets to know her very well Nyx is just like any normal teenage girl; excited, adventurous, independent, somewhat hyper and fairly social. She loves meeting new people and hearing where they're from as well as their background; it gives her a better perspective on how they came to be who they are. Though she does tend to act overly polite with people when first meeting them, it somewhat gives them a different idea of how she truly is and once the see her for who she is they tend to be a bit surprised by it all. But even so they are surprised they also find her kindness somewhat warming and inviting in many ways.

For her age Nyx is very smart especially when it comes to the elvish and demon ways. She is really one of the only known demon charmers (a royal race of demon) and because of that at times has to be watched, especially during a full moon. During a full moon is when her kind has it's sort of power surges and that's normally when she's most vulnerable since she is unable to control her powers and is easily found by other demons. She has a sort of guardian named Saya who also happens to be one of her closest friends who she still keeps in touch with and is still protected by from time to time.

Alara
Nyx's demon is truly her alter ego in many ways. Alara is one of the least merciful beings on this planet and will stop at nothing until all is the way she wants it. She is very cocky about what she is and who she is; a demon charmer. a royal. Though very powerful most of the time Nyx is able to keep her in line and from causing trouble wherever she goes. But once Alara gets ahold of her host's body then expect nothing but hell to arise. Alara is really just a total b*tch in a lot of ways, she's very judgemental of other's and their blood and acts as though she's the best thing to hit the town.

She is very whimsical and brave when it comes to facing a optential threat or any sort of danger. Whenever a full moon is out ahe normally tries to take over nyx's body and make her go outside just to dance in the moon's pale light. But since Alara's demonic energy is so powerful at times nyx has to be locked in a windowless room and be watched by her guardian saya. She lives for the rush of danger and the feeling of being out and about on her own whenever she can possibly take over nyx's body. It isn't uncommon for those to mistake Alara for Nyx, though there really is one way; the eyes and voice.

Alara's voice is like that of a nymph's very pleasent to hear and draws a lot of people in, and when alara is in control nyx's eyes chane from blue to black. Alara truly is nyx's alter ego in many ways since she is seriously not as merciful as nyx and is pretty much a cocky little demon. One of Alara's powers is enchanting others, meaning, she can pretty much make people do whatever she wishes just by making the look her in the eyes.

SAMPLE RP:

As Nyx made her way from the party and down toward the lake she watched the sky as a few bats and a shooting star or two passed overhead. 'Why does it always have to be so creepy here at night?' she thought as she tried her best to keep her eyes on the ground and not on the darkened scenery. Though she loved the night and all it's beauty she hated the dark, it was the one thing she found to be truly frightening other then her past and the future. Once she finally reached the lake she stood there in awe of it's clear waters and the reflection of the night sky which laid on top. Slowly, she took off her mask as she sat down on the cold grassy ground beneath and placed her mask next to her.

'How much longer am I going to have to wait?' Letting out a small exhausted, almost sad sounding sigh she continued to watch the calm waters of the lake as she awaited for Maliki to arrive back at the school. The scenery reminded her of those night she and her parents would sit by the lake near their house and try to find as many shooting stars as they could in the night. It would make her so happy just to be with both of her parents every once in a while. The songs her and her father would sing together as her mother just sat there smiling and listening could make any human speechless with their meanings. As Nyx hummed her favorite song softly while trying to remember the words she closed her eyes and pictured her sitting with her parents.

The words came to her as though they were etched in her memory, "High is the moon tonight. Hiding its guiding light. High. Heaven and earth do sleep, still in the dark so deep. I will the darkness sweep." She opened her eyes as she cupped her hands together and watched as a small ball of white light formed inside her hands. "I will the moon to flight, I will the heavens bright, I will the earth delight. Open your eyes with me, seek paradise with me, awake and arise with me." The ball disappeared once she though she could sense someone coming up from behind her she didn't feel like acknowledging their presence, unsure of who it might be.

She didn't feel like being disappointed anymore then she already was. 'This night was supposed to be fun, now it's just...' before she was able to finish that thought she could feel familiar arms wrap around her shoulders sending her heart beat racing as fast as humanly possibly.

Im sorry. Maybe I missed it, but what are her powers exactly? Can you underline it so I can see where you add it.

._. oh i didn't include it xD but I shall now that you've said something. it's added & underlined[/b]

Alright, but remember that when you use her powers, make sure to balance it out with a weakness! Normally I dont sort until I see a weakness, but I will this time.

Must be Rouerie

[odjit]

First Name: Odjit "Jet"
Last Name:Hamel
Age: 15
Appearance:
History:

Jet was born with the confidence of a tiger. Muggleborn, and as such went to a muggle preschool, kindergarten, and elementary school. She was the kind of girl who wasn't afraid of anything, and although she never made friends for herself she spent her time telling bullies not to pick on children and fighting back for the people who no one liked which often included her. Of course there was a string attached; she was always waiting to be thanked and more than often she wasn't. She almost always got made about that. She wanted to be a person everyone liked but it seemed with the people she was fighting against being popular and the children she was fighting for always trying to agree with the populars anyway she was left alone. Her parents told her to stand up for what she thought was right, which was what she was doing but it seemed like she was only getting deeper in depression. She started to stop trusting people as it seemed their advice wasn't helping.

When she got her letter to Beauxtions, she saw it not as an opportunity for learning but an opportunity to get the life she thought she deserved, with friends and all. When she reached Beauxtions she never fought back against bullies again, in fact sometimes she was bullied but she only played the role she thought she was meant to. She began to read often, thinking it as a way to escape loneliness and visited the library often. Although at Beauxtion one thing didn't change about her, she still didn't trust anyone. This unfortunately led her to be a bad friend, and when she did have a friend it was more of an annoyance that she saw who would go away soon enough. It took allot to reach Jet and not a lot of people would go the extra mile to reach her. Jet also spent a lot of her time studying because she didn't have a lot of other things to do.

About her fourth year she got used to being alone. She accepted it as her fate. Anyone who she usually talked to she blocked out and focused on learning as much as she could. She is really up-tight about everything she does and anyone she sees careful not to let them get close to her. She started to wear dark clothes so that she didn't stick out. Most of her time was spent locked up in her room. Her parents didn't worry because when she came home she put on a her little fake smile and got out whatever they had suspicions of.

Personality:

Jet is above all; courageous, shy, fearful, and untrusting. This makes her a complex person. Underneath she could do anything but unfortunately this is shadowed by her shy nature and her fear of being an outcast, which has lead her to become exactly that. Her habit of thinking no one is trustworthy has caused her to have no friends. She has a mean stripe that comes out when she is feeling invaded, annoyed, or frustrated. Of course this mean stripe usually only contains her murmuring curse words to herself and threading whatever person is nearest. Threats that she would never actually meet of course. She likes to hide herself which leads to her trying to block everyone out. After such a long time of not having any friends she doesn't mind being alone, she thinks it is actually very peaceful.

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Sample RP:

Jet had been in the library for what seemed to be all of her free time that day, and now the day was almost over and she was rushing to the common room so that she could sit down and study some more. She really hated being a fifth year; there was too much homework. Sure she got to choose her classes but the classes this year seemed to be twice as gruesome in their long discussions, tons of homework, and quizzes every other week. It was as she thought too much for one person; the teachers on the other hand seemed to think otherwise. She was carrying now a pile of her books. Half she had gotten from the library so she could write her papers. The other half were her actually books for the classes.

So she was swerving through the crowd of people trying to make use of there last few minutes before they had to return to their rooms. As one boy infront of her stopped short she closed her eyes in defeat, he had been too close and as predicted she bumped into him and spilled the pile of books that were suppose to be in her hand. She got on her knees and started to pick up the books, piling them on her lap. She looked up at the boy wondering if he was going to help her pick up the books. She mentally scowled herself, she shouldn't be thinking about boys. Boys were bad, they caused drama and that was pretty much it.

Must be Rouerie

[● ARI , T.]

First Name: Florence (Flo)
Last Name: Lily
Age: 15
Appearance: here
History:

Flo was born to two muggles in Paris, France. She has one older brother and a younger sister. When she was eight, her parents were divorced and she decided to live with her mother, Tanya Lily. Flo got into the bad croud, even though she was really sweet, she was up and partying with her best pal, Adrian and Savannah. She usually came home around 1:00-3:00 in the morning. Flo had tons of boyfriends, usually she brought home and dumped every week. Flo had about 6 animals in her past, that either ran away or got killed. That was when Flo found her magical abilities. When she was seven and her pet hamster, Dainsworth ran way. Tanya thought she was sick and needed to go to an orphanige. Florence Lily had a best friend her life, a veela friend she met a few blocks away. Her name was Paris Dollie. Paris was the one who got everything and anything. And Flo was a little jelous cause Paris was a veela and veela's are the most prettiest things in the world, but Flo was really pretty for a muggle-born.

Personality:
Flo is really sweet, and sometimes shy. She is shy when meeting someone, but then she smartens up and thinks they are her new best friend. Flo is pretty and confident. She is adventourous and loves outdoors and animals. Her favourite wizard subject would be Transfiguration. Flo's favourite activitie would be hanging out with her other friend Paris, who is also a wizard.

Sample RP:
I had hated moving to a new town. I hated the thought of trying to make new friends and most likely being rejected by these people. Granted the town in which we lived truly didn't accept me either but I had managed to make some friends. My mother thought it would be a good idea for each of us to have a new beginning. I, however, thought she had flipped her lid and needed to be locked-up in a mental hospital. The only good news coming out of this move was the fact that it was summer and school wouldn't be starting for another two months. Hopefully, moving in during the summer would hide me from other future classmates and when school started no one would notice me. However, I soon found out that my prayer was extremely short lived.

As we were driving into town, we pasted this guy in his front yard playing catch with some of his friends. Three of the four in the group were kind of tall and with sandy blond hair and with what appeared to be brown or blue eyes. However, the one guy had short dark brown hair with the most piercing green eyes and was reasonable tall. I admit I never go for the jock types because most of them are extremely dense and cocky. Although this guy had the athletic build, I could see his intelligence and feel his charisma radiating off of him. The strangest thing about this guy is the fact that it felt like I knew him or had met him before. I would have remembered if I had been here before, because its the only place I've been to that didn't have its own suburbs.

As my luck and fate would have it we pulled into the driveway next to where those guys were. I wanted to crawl under the car and never come out but I knew if I tried my mother would drag me out. So I climbed out and prayed that I wouldn't fall flat out on my face. I guess fate was trying to be nice because I managed to stay on my feet and look somewhat graceful. I started towards the trunk of our car when the four guys came over.

"Hello, your family and you must be new to the neighborhood. These are my friends Lance, Trey and Dustin. My name is Arthur but everyone calls me Wart or Pen. Does your family need help unloading?" the brunette offered cheerfully.

I smiled, cheerfully and then shook my head.

Must be Sournois

[chancecenturi]

NAME:
Chance Anarai

LAST NAME:
Centuri

BLOOD:
Werewolf - Mother
Werewolf - Father

AGE:
17

APPEARENCE:

• 6'3
  
• 171 ILBS
  
• Maple Hair
  
• White/Light tan
  
• Pale Blue Eyes
  

PERSONALITY:
Loyal/Respecful - Loyal is one thing that Chance is more of. When he gets involved with someone, as a friend or even more, he will become bonded with them emotionally, and will respect there wishes and do what they want. He doesn't step out of line with his friends and more with this. He respects everyone, and respects his superiors. He doesn't usually mess with people unless they ask for it.

Spirited - Chance has a very high spirit. He loves to be happy, and smiles a lot. He has a true spirit because he is true to himself and the people around him. He has a strong advantage because he knows when to be quiet and when not to be.

Quiet

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DETAILED HISTORY


SAMPLE RP:
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NOT DONE

[nnnoah]

Aug 30, 2009 3:31:29 GMT -5 @nnnoah said:

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**

Must be Rouerie

[lynette1]

First Name: Amelie
Last Name: Veronique
Age: Sixteen
Appearance: The most spectacular thing about Amelie would have to be her eyes, at times a deep sparkling hazel, other times a dark chocolately brown, depending on the light. Eyes have always been called the 'key to the soul' and Amelies eyes portray her inner charisma and love for adventure. Her eyes are very much so like an open book for her, showing when she's happy or sad-frightened or mad. The second most astonishing thing about Amelie would have to be in her smile. Beneath her full pink lips lay her sparkling white teeth, usually beared in a grin because, honestly, when was Amelie never not smiling? Her skin always had a sort of rosy glow around the cheeks, a trait that was always heightened whenever she blushed, and naturally tan skin that made her look, in her own opinion, semi-exotic, like an italian belle, although she was born in France. Next would have to be her long, dark hair, naturally blonde that frames her whole face.
Standing at about 5'5 (5'8 in heels) and weighing about 145 pounds Amlie was by far not the scrawniest thing around. To be honest, she was constantly thrifting for more flattering clothes, she often thought she looked too 'chunky' compared to her rail thin classmates. Now, she would never be considered 'fat', she wasnt even mildly over weight, but with her curvy body, large breast and hips, she constantly felt slightly out of place which caused her to diet non stop. The only thing that Amelie really liked, physically, would be her long, tan, legs. If she was only 5'5 then her legs had to have been at least 4'9 that's how extremely long they were. They always looked gorgeous in dresses, something Amelie seldom got to wear. Amelie had the slight outline of muscles in her arms, proving that she isnt completely out of shape and she considers herself average-though many others would beg to differ.


History: Amelie was born in Versailles, France to her mother, Alexandrea Van Heirberg, and her father, Alexa Veronique on a stormy day on July Fourteenth. Both were purebloods as were every other known member of her family dating as far back as the 1300's Her mother, a veela, and her father, a vampire gave her the stunning and exotic mix of blood coursing through her veins. Amelie grew up hating her mother, going as far as to dye her hair to look less like her. Amelie was never shielded from the world, as many of the other wizard children that were living in France at the time of her birth, but on the contrary flaunted for all to see. Amelie's mother, a notorious death eater, was said to be unable to have children and Amelie was in someway their miracle.
Growing up, Amelie got into lot's of trouble with muggle children and the Ministry of Magic. Possibly the reason for her strong loathing of them today. Though Amelie could do no wrong in her parent's eyes. She was spoiled, yes, but what kid wasnt at her age? Amelie recieved her first wand (Holly and Unicorn heartstring, 9 1/2 inches) at the age of 11 in Eraper Alley (A notorious shop in paris) and thing's only seemed to go down hill from that point on.
Getting into tons of trouble and eventually getting expelled from her private prepatory magical academy, her parents thought that, perhaps, they had given her too much freedom and sent her to Beauxbaton's hoping to give her structure and comformity. She was always ment to follow in her parents footsteps but how could she do that when she never had a free momment to herself? They hoped she would branch out at Beauxbaton's and make some fearful alliances.


Personality: By way of first impression people see Amelie as arrogant and self centered because she knows she's beautiful and she has no trouble with flaunting it. At her old school, Amelie was considered popular, although she never has any specific group of friends. She usually just drifts from group to group, depending on who is around. She doesnt really get along with people easily though when push comes to shove, she can fake a smile with ease. She has no trouble telling people what's on their mind and if they have a problem with it, then they just need to find the time to solve the problem because as far as Amelie is concerned, the world does in fact revolve around her.
Amelie somestimes get's ahead of herself and hurts other's feelings, especially those that are close to her. When she feels like someone is attacking her, she will quickly becomes defensive and even resort to spreading nasty lies about the other. Amelie is attracted to people who she can relate to and finds herself comfortable while in the presense of the rich pureblood type. Amelie will openly admit that she's shallow, but what people doesnt know is that she's beauty and brains.
Amelie falls in love quickly and is easily smitten by the popular charmer or the cute loner boy. She gives her heart away easily and usually recieves it back in peices. When with somebody she gives way more chances than she should and is moody in the relationship, never fully trusting the one she is with for she has gotton her heart broken far too many times. She rarely trust anybody at all, determined that everyone is just jealous of her and has no other intention's besides hurting her. Amelie lives by the saying 'there's no such thing as bad publicity' and doesnt really care if you don't like her.
Amelie is boastful, though most of the time she doesnt really mean to be. If you get on her bad side, which is considerablly easy to do, she will make it her mission to destroy you. Those few people who can manage to break past Amelie's walls will have a friend for life. But as of this momment, no ones been able to do so so there's no need to worry. Right? Amelie is a walking contradiction, always scolding herself for her actions towards others, though she never changes. It's too easy being manipulative and it's way too fun being mean.

Sample RP:

Amelie entered the grand hall, not concerned with the slamming of the door behind her. Today was her day and nothing was going to stand in her way. Not tonday. Her heels gently clicked on the floor, louder than natural due to her fast pace. She had business to handle, not unlike any other day-she was after all a very busy girl, but todays business was important. Todays business? It involved him.
Flipping her long dark hair from out of her eyes she scanned the room, sneering down at the students who dare meet her eyes. She looked at them like peasents for she was the queen. A flip of blonde hair there. A flash of white teeth here. She would admit that they were all gorgeous...but none compared to him. Sighing, almost giving up hope, she jumped, startled, when a cold hand landed on her shoulder.

"Why, Amelie, you're rather jumpy this evening."
Amelie's heart picked up speed as she turned to meet her fate.

Her fate stood about six feet tall, with long dark hair and mysterious brooding eyes. She smiled at him slightly, hoping to ease the nervous fluttering in her stomach.
"Darling, you know how it is." she replied, nonchalantly-hoping she sounded careless but knowing from his smirk that she did not. Her grasped both of her hands in his and kissed them lightly, pulling her towards him and into everything she's ever wanted.






<sub>Oh...I actually had posted my sample from another site. I fixed it though! sorry for the shortness.

Must Be Sournois</sub>

[lottie]

First Name: "Well, my name is Charlotte, but I tend to go by Charlie."

Last Name: "My last name is Moreau. My mother was her parents' only child, but she wanted her father's last name to go on, so she gave me her last name instead of my father's."

Age: "I recently turned seventeen. Now, where's my present?"

Appearance: MEGAN FOX

History: "Well, I guess I should start by giving you the names of my parents. My mother's name is Madelyn, and my father's is Conner. I was born to them at the end of the summer in a little town in France. The reason that I don't have a strong french accent is because both of my parents are American, not to mention we moved around a lot because of my father's job. My father owns a chain of very luxurious hotels throughout France, England, and America. We lived in France until I was five years old before moving to London, England. I didn't like it there very much...It just wasn't my style, you know? We didn't live there for too long though before moving to Portland, Oregon. Why Portland, you ask? Well, I have no idea. I guess we moved there because my mother's parents live there, but what do I care about them? Those old folks don't even remember my birthday! Anyways, I'm getting off track.

We lived in Portland up until I was ten years old before moving back to France. I guess my parents got tired of being away from what they considered 'home'. It's not like they moved back because of me. France was the only place that I'd ever thought of home, and I'd grown rather lonely being away from it. Oh, have I mentioned yet that my parents are muggles? You can imagine what a shock it was when my Beauxbatons letter arrived. Sure, I'd experienced a few 'magical' things here and there, but nothing that would make me think I'm a witch. My parents and I had a nice chat about Beauxbatons, but I decided to put it off and get my 'muggle' education first. I wanted to learn all I could in the muggle world before attending Beauxbatons. I felt that it would help me in the long run. I still think that. Not only do I know what's going on in the wizarding world, I also know what's happening in the muggle one.

Nothing too exciting happened to me while I attended muggle school. The school I went to was a very posh boarding school. I think my parents sent me there so that they wouldn't have to deal with me. One time when I was thirteen, I got really tired of all the boys staring at my best friend because she had breasts, and completely ignoring me. I got really angry and frustrated, and decided to take a small nap to get my emotions under control. When I wake up an hour or so later, my breasts had grown. If that's not magical, I don't know what is. So here I am, finally attending the school of my dreams. I may be a couple of years late, but I still think that I'll make an impact."

Personality: "My personality? Do you expect me to be one hundred percent honest? Well...all right. I'm a little stubborn, I'll admit it. I don't like it when people tell me 'no'...actually, I hate it. In fact, I refuse to take it for an answer. I'll do whatever I can think of to change that person's mind. Needless to say when I want something, I go after it. No questions, no apologies. Although my parents are filthy rich and I went to one of the best boarding schools in all of France, I'm not stuck-up. Okay, so maybe a little. I am friendly, though! I don't discriminate against anyone, especially here. And why would I, when I know that I'm going to be disliked simply because I'm muggle-born? If you ask me, that's not a good enough reason to despise someone. I don't like being judged, so I try not to do that to other people. Sometimes, I can't help it. Like, if I see a teenage mother on the street, what else am I supposed to think other than she's a floosy?

I'd say that I'm pretty honest, although I do prefer to sugarcoat the truth. I don't like hurting anyone's feelings, but can you blame me? And am I conceited? Perhaps. I do take pride in my appearance, but if you looked like me, wouldn't you? If you hadn't guessed it from my history, I do have a short temper. I get angry relatively fast, but I try to not lash out at anyone. When I get that mad, I usually take a nap. And when I can't sleep, I write music. Music is my escape. Even though my father wants me to follow in his footsteps and be an entrepeneur, I just can't. I'd much rather be a musician...It's my passion, the main thing in life that keeps me alive. In all honesty, I don't know where I'd be if I didn't have my music."

Sample RP: Charlie ran a hand through her waist-length chocolate brown hair as she wandered down the hall towards her Mythology class. She didn't much like attending her classes or doing the assignments, but she absolutely adored Mythology. In fact, it was her favorite subject. Not only was it her favorite subject at Beauxbatons, but it'd also been her favorite at her boarding school. She'd had a great time learning about all of the Greek gods and goddesses and each of their stories. Her favorite goddess had to be Artemis. Artemis was just so independent and free, which is what Charlie wished to be. She was tired of having to rely on her parents for every little thing; she wished to escape from their shadows and become her own person, not the person her parents wanted her to be. She also identified with Aphrodite on some levels. Charlie wanted to live life and experience love as well.

Her eyes met with every person that she passed in the hall, and she offered each and every one of them a small smile. Even though Charlie was slightly stuck-up and partially conceited, she was still a friendly person. She tried her hardest to not be judgmental of others before getting to know them, and she hoped that everyone else would do the same for her. A soft sigh escaped her mouth as she adjusted the bag placed on her shoulder. The bag was pretty heavy because it was loaded with all of the materials that she needed for her classes that day. She made sure to bring every little thing that was needed for each class, simply because she took pride in being prepared.

She stepped into the classroom, a small smile curving the corners of her pale pink lips. She took a seat at the front of the room and retrieved her books, parchment, and quills from her black bag. She knew that they weren't going to use their wands for the lesson; they rarely did. She crossed one leg over the other, her smile widening ever so slightly as her eyes met with the teacher's. Wow, he was gorgeous. She forced herself to look away and gently bit her bottom lip to stifle the soft giggle that was threatening to slip through her lips at any given moment. She cleared her throat softly before opening her book to the page that they had left off at the previous lesson.


Tricky she has traits from all three, I must say Cossu

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[maciej]

First Name:
Keelan [kē(e)-lăn]
Irish surname transferred to unisex forename use, from a contracted form of surname Keelahan, an Anglicized form of Gaelic Ó Céileacháin, "descendant of Ceileachain," hence "little companion."

Last Name:
Baine [Bā-ĭn-(e)]
Variant spelling of the Irish surname Bain, meaning "white."

Age:
Seventeen

Appearance:

History:

Personality:

Sample RP:

[eagerappaloosa]

First Name: Ariska
Last Name: Silver
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Born into an aristocratic Southern Russain family, she was supposed to have it all. Her mother was part Veela, her father a highly accomplished wizard. She was the beautiful little girl every parent wanted. Bright, pretty, curious, and above all, skilled. A darling little angel. But one night would change it all. He father was a werewolf, a secret that was jealously guarded by her family. On a night of the full moon, Ariska seen her father leave and go out into the maze, a labryinth in their backyard. She followed him, a girl of only six at the time. With her bright blonde hair and her little silk nightgown, she followed him into the cool summers night, into the darkness. She heard her father and followed, only to be faced with a creature that attacked her. Her father found her a short while later and carried her back to the house. She spent three months in St. Mungo in London after her father's attack where she underwent exstensive surgery for the injuries to her face and arms. No one knew her secret for the longest time and she stayed home, Now she's here and can she figure out how to live her life without a disaster happening?
Personality: Ariska is a singer, a songwriter, and foremost. A charmer. She'll ensnare just about any living male in her trap, and it's not to difficult for her. She doesn't always do it on purpose, and she never makes herself look bad doing it. She just talks with them, making them feel comfortable. She is a very sweet person, not causing someone harm if it's not needed. But if she's being attacked in any way shape or form, she will fight back. She may look like a delicate little butterfly but she is as strong as a pro wrestler. Stronger than most human beings. But she doesn't flaunt it, often. She's very shy most of the time and it takes a very long time to get her to talk to you, due to all the trauma from being attacked by her father. Nightmares torment her every night, horrific images that taunt her in her dreams.
Sample RP:

Ariska moved silently through the halls, her bright eyes darting nervously about. Nervous, scared, terrified. Scared someone see her, scared someone would ask her what she was doing. Of course it was nothing wrong, but being mute around nearly everyone was hard. She sighed, moving lithly through the halls. She was average height, but she had a great figure. She didn't flaunt it, no never flaunt it. But she wouldn't exactly discourage guys from looking either. She sort of danced through the halls on her toes, as graceful and delicate as a butterfly. But she was strong, like a person three times her size. She pulled out her wand as she sat in a windowsill, watching as black and blue butterflies flitted from its tip. She looked at the moon, it was tonight, but she could control it until it was eight. She sighed, watching the butterflies again, waiting for the discomfort that came with every month.

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