Sorting (Term Fourteen)

[mme. o. maxime]

To get sorted you must put on the blue cloak, pictured below, and it will read your thoughts to see what kind of person you are and to see what house you belong in. The cloak once belonged to Adora Rouerie, one of the original founders. She is the one in the picture below.

Sorting Cloak



Three houses' threads entwined
Within my cloth of blue
One thousand years of history
Have led us down to you
Which house do you belong in?
Rouerie, Cossu, or Sournois
Which will you find your kin within
You're sure to found out soon

Beneath the raven lies
A house of purest blood
The house of Boden Sournois
Takes only those bourgeois
Whom posess the parfait sang
It breeds those of arrogant mind
And those of blackest heart
Are sure to find their kind

Those who choose to join
the house of blue and green
The place for those of a mind keen,
Those students of Adora Rouerie.
A peacock is the house bird
And tradition is the word.
Most who make their home
Are clever, kind and shy
They are often found soaking up a tome.

Last of all, is the house
of those with creative thoughts
Whether be music, art, or poetry
Creativity is to be wrought
Of those who are chosen
for the home of Jocelin Cossu
With colors of the purest white and bluer than the sky
Cossu may be the one to pick
For your imaginative eye

These houses, three
Noble, each, it's sure
Whether you're clever, creative, or pure
We have a home for thee
Amongst the hallowed halls
Of Beauxbatons Academy

--Sorting Cloak Song by Bella Fiore

Important Links:
Beauxbatons Handbook
Required Items
House Histories
Site Rules

Reply to this thread to get sorted!

To be sorted I want you to fill out the code below. Also please don't go copy the traits directly from the history. Just write truthfully about your character.[/b][/size]

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*I need at least one paragraph for History and Personality, no exceptions. Longer if one paragraph doesn't explain things well enough. You can either write a paragraph or post a pic for the appearance of your character. For the sample RP, we don't need an insanely long RP(but two to three paragraphs would be nice), just a RP sample that shows your ability, it MUST be one with the character you are signing-up with, not from another site, thanks. As for age, no student can be over the age of 18.

A few pointers for your sorting application. Make sure that your history makes sense! Make sure that your character has flaws, no one is perfect period! Make sure that each section is long and strong enough.

[jplove]

First Name:

James Adrian

Last Name:

O'brien

Age:

15 going on 16

Appearance:

History:

The 30th of January was one of Adrian O'brien and Aurore La Frer's happiest days as their first son was born into their family. The O'brien's family tree originated in Ireland and moved about there for awhile before coming to France as there were great farming spaces available. In France Adrian O'brien came upon Aurore La Frer and soon after got married in a fit of love. Ever since they have been together and have born 9 daughters; Nikkie; 26 Caroline; 24, Natalie; 20, Ariel; 18, Artemis & Ariea; 17, Jasmine; 16, Lily; 14, and Mary; 12. The house was overrun with 7 women (including Aurore) until baby James entered the picture, one year behind Jasmine. The O'briens were not a terribly rich family, though they had come from good money, but Adrian had decided to pursue a life in the country as a farmer... in the city he was a lawyer. Well he wasn't much of a farmer as he only owned a farm house, he had sold the farm to a family so that they could work with it. Usually it ended up with him leaving for a few days to work on a case, but he did most of his work at home.

Aurore and Adrian had been hoping for a son since their second daughter had come along and tried and tried until they finally picked the right pelican out of the sky. Sadly he was the only boy in the household. He never really got his trucks and transformers, usually having to have a power ranger be Ken from barbie. He would be dressed up as a girl and play princess with his older sisters. Make up would be thrust upon his face and as his sisters got older and more skilled in the art of "beautifying" their faces, they would try new designs on his face, when he had no idea what was happening. They just needed to give him their candy or a toy to play with and he was fine. Adrian and Aurore never expected their son to be abnormal, except for the usual quirkiness their family had. Everyone was outgoing and quirky, generally nice. The hole house was filled with books, so naturally the family became nerds at home and read tons. James had taken a liking to books, but branched out of his family's togetherness of things and decided that he liked drawing and photography better. His parents quickly gave him the equipment, thankful that he had finally stopped doing what his sisters did.

James went to day schools and learned fractions, decimals, algebra, and all that good stuff, never thinking that the occasional outburst that he caused meant anything in a generally normal home. Never thinking that the window breaking when his youngest sister had ripped his best sketch yet meant anything. His favorite types of books were the ones where that did mean something to the hero or heroine of the book, usually meaning that they had some extraordinary gift. Not until his acceptance letter from the Academy of Beauxbatons had arrived and a Professor had showed up to explain the whole situation about Magic. Soon James left his father a house full of girls once more as he came to Beauxbatons.

Personality:

PATIENT: James is a patient man considering he lived in a household of girls with his father away most of the time. Usually the girls would go to him if they were fighting amongst themselves as he was sort of "neutral territory" so he had to sit there for awhile and listen to them complain about their barbies hair being cut.

UNDERSTANDING: James prides himself in being a good listener and is much better at sorting out other peoples problems or thoughts than his own. Some people take this as understanding as he's very good at putting himself in other peoples shoes, he once actually put on his sisters high heels to see what she was thinking.

FRIENDLY & OUTGOING: James is a nice guy who always tries to do the right thing and just gives you a bubbly 'hi'. He sometimes seems a bit too friendly and people feel a bit odd with his bubbliness.

OPTIMISTIC: James prides himself in trying to see the bright side of things, though sometimes he gets annoying with his happy attitude which sobers down his happy level.

CHILDISH: James is still living inside his Peter Pan world where he never grows up. He can take things seriously, but he is still immature about some stuff. James loves to play his childhood games (ie sharks and minnows, capture the flag, hide and seek, koosh, duck duck goose, etc.). Usually he is silly most of the time if people around him are in a fun mood.

VIGILANTE: James likes to see justice happen and if someone doesn't do something he will take it into his own hands. He's not crazy enough to take a murder into his own hands, but unfairness he doesn't like to tolerate.

SMART: James is not a brainiac nor the kid in the back staring out the window, well it depends on the subject. James sometimes has a hard time understanding math and long equations. Also when tired he has a short attention span as he goes into hyper mode and then burns down.

FLIRT: James doesn't even know when he's flirting, but he does it too often for his own good. Yet the fact remains that he has never kissed a girl.

HOPELESS ROMANTIC: When James read books they were either fantasy or romance. Yes he likes his mushy gushy junk books that you get for two dollars at a used book fair.

Sample RP:

James stared at the sunset he was painting. It didn't look very good as he was experimenting with watercolors, something he tended to stray away from. The sun was almost down and that meant he had a few minutes left to get the right color. He bit his lip in concentration and rubbed the brush on the page, constantly look back at the sun. He seemed to be getting the right color, btu he would need to work on it. James delicately drew the outline of shapes when a guitar started blaring and the black color ruined his sunset. He shoved the color in his trashcan and looked angrily out his window, knowing who he would find; James Lilly. James Lilly was a cool guy, but he could not get enough of his sister; Caroline. James Lilly and James Obrien's families were almost opposites; The Lilly's had nine sons and one daughter and the O'briens had 9 daughters and one son. Somehow James Lilly had fallen in love with Caroline O'brien and was outside the O'brien house with his guitar singing "Sweet Caroline."

Oh, sweet Caroline, Good times never seem so good. James groaned and jumped on top of his bed and shoved a pillow over his ears so he wouldn't have to hear the dreadful singing and his sisters laughs and then hear them snog. Why did he have to get the side with her (being Caroline) next to him. He heard his sister, Jasmine, laughing in the background as she blasted Sweet Caroline from her i pod. She was definitely the trouble maker in the family and won the honor of being James' favorite sister. "Aw Jamesie embarrassed that your sister is about to snog the guts out of a guy with the same name as you?" James groaned and looked up at his sister. "You know he has a cute sister, Kabriel." James smiled remembering the unbearable hours that he had sat down listening to wedding plans with his family. There were soon made bearable by the introduction of Kabriel Lilly aka Kabes.

"Are you suggesting both our families just hook up and go get married in Vegas Jazz?" James tried to remember another one of the brothers' names. "You can take Thomas if you like. Though most of them are too old for the rest of the OG... aren't they all in their twenties except like three of them? That'd be a bit weird for you do date a twenty four year old." James laughed, momentarily forgetting the terrible singing. The OG was something James called his sisters, the O'brien Girls. It was much, much easier than saying all of their names. James sighed and looked at the night sky. It was sort of dark and out in the country you could see the stars brightly. Maybe he would give another go at watercolors. This time he wouldn't be interrupting by music, hopefully. He got up and took out his watercolors and a piece of canvasy paper and got to work.



Must be Rouerie

[mercy]

First Name:

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Mercy
Middle Name(s):[/b][/size][/color]
Alfea, Ever, Lottie, Odette
Last Name:[/b][/size][/color]
Swithin
Nicknames:[/b][/size][/color]
Fea(fee-uh), Everlot, Cycy, Mae, & Los
Blood:[/b][/size][/color]
Lycan/Witch (Mixed-blood)
Birthday:[/b][/size][/color]
April 19th
Age:[/b][/size][/color]
16
Patronal Form:[/b][/size][/color]
White Rabbit
Extra Powers:[/b][/size][/color]
-Non-Verbal/Wandless Magic
-Apparation
-Premonitions
Apperance:[/b][/size][/color]

mel_xx@caution2.0

Play By: Marie Digby
Family:[/b][/size][/color]

Urbain Thierry Roul Swithin - 48 - Lycan - PB: Dancy Hugh
Antoinette Delphine Helene Jacquette Swithin 44 - Witch - PB: Amy Adams


Simon Matthieu Guy Erec Adrien Swithin - 14 - Brother - Mixed - PB: Nick Jonas
Dianna Christelle Florence Laurentine Lunete Swithin - 14 - Sister - Mixed - PB: Doriana Agacinska


Justice Laurent Alfred Odin Ester Swithin - 16 - Twin Brother - Mixed - PB: Luke Pasqualino
Mercy Alfea Ever Lottie Odette Swithin - 16 - Me - Mixed - PB: Marie Digby


Chace Orlando Sullivan Marc Gregorie Swithin - 18 - Brother - Mixed - PB: Dean Geyer
Calissa Marie Gabrielle Oceanna Samantha Swithin - 18 - Sister - Mixed - PB: Rachel Bilson


Ace Corbin Eloi Lance Nel Swithin - 20 - Brother - Mixed - PB: Chris Evans
Edith Jolene Madeline Penelope Viviane Swithin - 20 - Sister - Mixed - PB: Lucy Hale


Oliver Lucien Baldion James Felix Swithin 22 - Brother - Mixed - PB: James Marsden
Ginette Abelle Nadiya Therese Zoe Swithin 22 - Sister - Mixed - PB: Melissa Haro
Pets:[/b][/size][/color]
yellow python - Banana
History:[/b][/size][/color]

Born on April 19th, 1993 in a large farm house at the back edge of forest of chaux along with her twin brother Justice and into a family of six kids. As a child Mercy and Justice would always stay together, play together, sleep in the same beds together until they were nine-years-old. When they turned ten-years-old, when their father would teach Justice the 'ways of the wolf' while Mercy learned how to work around the house with her mother as well as a few spells. Though later when Mercy was thirteen her father began to teach her the ways, and at times her brother would help her a lot with both studies of witch and wolf. Around the age the learned how to take care of herself and later her siblings who were born just two years after her and her brother. She didn't mind having to work around the house, and at times she actually enjoyed being able to spend so much time with her mother and sisters.

Around the same time two male American muggle travelers had gotten lost in the forest of chaux and somehow stumbled onto the family's home where her father gave them a place to stay for a while. One of the male's name was lance and he was the younger of the two who would watch mercy hang laundry or work on the farm out back. Her brother Justice would stay close by in case the muggle tried anything with her and because Mercy asked him to keep an eye on the muggle. She had a bad feeling from the start with for the two males who somehow were able to break past her mother's barrier around the house and somehow in the beginning knew mercy's name. She would always ask her father what was going on and why he would be so stupid as to let muggles into a house of magic folk, but he would never give her any other answer except for, "because i said so," which really ticked her off.

Somehow the days turned to weeks and weeks to months and before she knew it Mercy and her brother were celebrating their 16th birthday along with their family and the muggles. After the celebration she asked her mother who those men truly were and of course all the swithin children were curious so they went out to the farm to do some 'work' while their father, lance and Jeff stayed behind. Finally their mother told her that those men were no muggles, the elder male was a squib and the younger male is a half-blood wizard. Jeff was a friend of their fathers from way back when they were kids, and the younger is Jeff's son is supposed to be betrothed to one of the daughters. Mercy tried her best to keep a poker face as lance and Jeff continued to live with them, acting as if nothing had changed, but always keeping by her brother's side. A bit after the conversation with her mother both her and Justice had received their acceptance letter to beauxbatons, a school their mother had attended when she was their age.

The school overall bewildered the two and later on Lance had received a letter from the school as well, planning on following the twins into the same school, it was beginning to agitate her as well as justice. Thankfully the two left before Lance was able to, leaving their family behind on the farm while their father dropped them both off at the train station leading to the school.

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For practically her whole life Mercy has had to watch a farm, help take care of her younger siblings, and help clean the entire swithin house along with her sisters so she's quite capable of being on her own. Though she does prefer the company, really the only person she's been able to truly talk to is her twin brother, Justice, who was always there for her. She doesn't care about what others think about her, or even say about her, no matter how harsh it could be or even how nice it could be. Growing up on a farm she doesn't know much about fashion, but just enough to get her by in the muggle world and the magical world. Mercy feels that god gave her a face which shouldn't be tampered with so make up isn't one of her top priorities, or even something she considers applying at all. She's not afraid to stand up to others, for others or for herself at all times since she loves helping others out especially when it comes to defending their pride.

Mercy is normally a kind and caring as well as somewhat over protective person especially with her friends and family. She feels the need to protect those she loves and hold dear to her no matter what it may cost her or what she's have to go through to do it. Normally mercy is kind to everyone she meets, giving them the benefit of the doubt and tries not to judge them before she gets to know them. But a lot of the time giving others the benefit of the doubt has somehow blown up in her face, especially when it comes to muggles. So now she's not as trusting, especially after her mother told her who the muggles truly where and what they were really doing there. Mercy can't stand the sight of others being hurt in any way shape or form and always does anything in her power to help them out.

A lot of the time Mercy give off that fragile vibe, especially to males, and three our of five times it happens she does it on purpose. A lot of people think it's a sort of strange trait of her's, and they're pretty much right, but she does it to really teach them a lesson if they're in need of one. Acting helpless and then later beating them at their own game is one of her favorite past times, she even used to do this to her brothers. To make them later feel week after being beaten by a 'fragile' girl could be a sort of ego crusher for them as well as a small laugh for her and others. She can't stand men who think women need help all the time, or can't even do simple tasks other then cooking and cleaning.

Sample RP:[/b][/size][/color]

As Mercy made her way back toward her family's house she listened the her twin brother, Justice, howl loudly from afar signaling he had seen a human around the house's surrounding area. Without thinking she transformed back into her human form and ran in a ripped up dress back to her house where her father was waiting on the front porch. "Papa, someone's coming, Justice signaled it was a human," said Mercy as she tried her best to catch her breath while her father just watched her curiously. Remembering her clothes she quickly tried to cover herself up as best she could and ran inside the house to change. She could smell her mother cooking dinner in the kitchen as well her her mother's familiar perfume wafting throughout the house. As she ran upstairs she could hear her father and mother speaking in hushed voices about the muggles who were coming toward the house.

She heard her father leave the house as the screen door behind him creaked and slammed shut in it's normal manner. She heard the muggles before she saw them as they were coming toward the house from the north side, there were only two of them both males, but they somehow frightened her. Slipping into another dress she practically flew downstairs and into the kitchen where her mother was peeking out the window at the muggles with a frown on her face. "Mama, what's going on? Why are there muggles here? I thought you places a barrier around the house," was all Mercy was able to get out before her mother hushed her. Rolling her eyes she walked outside and stood next to her father who was back on the porch and watching their every move. By then all her brother's and sisters began to make their way out of the forest, or from the farm behind the house and stood around the outside of the front of the house.

One of the muggles seemed to be her age and was beginning to smile at her causing Justice to stand slightly in front of his sister trying to contain the growl which was making it's way up his throat. Mercy tugged on her brother's arm as if to shush him and then let their fingers entwine with each others as she gave him a half hearted smile. "calmez le frère, je suis sûr que chaque chose va être bien," mercy always spoke in her native tung when talking to her brother seeing as it always seemed to calm him down. "Now what are you two doing here?" She watched the two male's reaction to her question; the younger one seemed to stiffen as the elder one was very calm. Neither of them seemed to want to talk, or even answer the question so she repeated herself, "What are you two doing here? Where are you from?" Her French accent was thick as she spoke in a sort of harsh, yet soft tone while looking from one male to the other and back.

She could feel her father's agitation as her mother called all her kids into the house, letting their father talk alone with the two males. "But mama, papa needs our help I mean he can't be out there alone with those males." They were giving her as well as everyone else a bad vibe, causing the hair on the back of their necks to stick up slightly. Her mother was beginning to serve dinner as her father came into the house with the two men trailing after him. As he introduced the men, Lance was the name of the younger one and Jeff was the name of the elder male, she stayed back behind the rest of her siblings. With a hold still on her brother's hand she pulled him outside through the back kitchen door as everyone was distracted by the male's story. "Justice they don't feel right, and I know you can feel the bad vibes coming from them too."

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Must be Rouerie, and please watch your spelling in the future.

[odette]

first name: Odette Camille.
last name: Roussea.

appearence:



personality:

HOTDAMNTHISISODETTESJAM

" I shall describe myself in a way that will make you see it so transparent that you'll just know. That didn't make any sense whatsoever, but hey. It floats my boat. I'd say I'm a very relaxed person when it comes to the whole atmosphere area in a person's personality. I mean, you can pretty much have this chill aura about me, and I will totally be nice to you. It's just the way that I roll and sometimes people even take advantage of me because I'm so damn nice. It's just my jam, you know? Some people are happier being mean to other people since it makes them feel more powerful or whatever. I think I'm happier being nice to someone that deserves it. Well, that's a lie. I'm nice to people that are mean to me as well, it makes me feel bad when I'm not so I end up apologizing to them a million times later. Now that can get awful annoying. If you're nice to me, I'm nice to you, and if you're mean to me, I'm nicer because I believe that will creep people out and will just make them leave me alone. I don't need to be wasting my time with someone who's going to bring me down. Am I right? Am I right? Oh gosh. That's just. Weird. I'm talking more than usual, which is rather strange. Ugh. Whatever. On with the description of what I think I am. It's just that.. I don't really like talking about myself.. and that's another thing!"

andstarscollideandtheairsalive

" I would much rather please people than them do things for me. It makes me feel like I'm useful since I'm actually doing something worthwhile that I enjoy, instead of making people do things for me. Don't ask me where I got that from.. I think it's from mom, since when I was little she would always do things for my father. The simplest things too! It always made her smile to see him happy, so I suppose that's where I got it from. It's just something that makes me feel like I'm actually worth something instead of just doing nothing that will waste my time. Even a hello to someone that makes them feel worth something makes my day. I'm a very strange person now that I come to realize it. I also don't need a lot to make me happy. Just a simple wave or a smile can make my day be a great one. There's just something about the little things that make up for the huge deals. I don't ask for a lot, and I don't ask for less. Just to be my friend is enough for me. Want to know something else? I hate speaking about myself; it makes me feel so selfish that I want to vomit. I'm dead serious. I'm only doing this once just so you don't yell at me and such. It's just that.. well. I'd rather listen to other people speak than myself. I am a great listener.. or so I've been told. It's just something that happens. I can talk about anything other than myself for quite a while. I just love speaking about different subjects. It's so fascinating. I mean. I love to talk, don't get me wrong, it's just.. not about myself. It makes me feel selfish."

spiceUPyourLIFE

" One of the most interesting things about me is the fact that I'm random and can make any situation going from awkward to comfortable. It's just in my genes and it happens. I always have these little sayings that are always the same. For example, it happens. That is my favorite one so I say it all the time which can piss off some people, but then other people find it amusing and it makes them laugh. I am known to be a funny girl, and I don't complain because if it brings a smile to your face, then it's completely fine with me. I can say the most random things.. things out of the blue that people will give me a what the hell look. It's quite fun and I enjoy doing it, so I go ahead and do it every chance I get.. unless it's something important. Then I become all serious and focused to try and help them because if I care about you, I'll even try to fix the damn problem for you. No matter how small it is, and it's just that. I hate seeing people sad and it makes me feel worthless to be sitting around when I could be helping someone who actually has problems that are important. My problems aren't nearly as big as some peoples and it just makes me feel better because I'm actually doing something that might help another person. Ugh. Life is hard. Really hard.. but anyways. Some people have told me different things, you know. I'm a very sweet person, I'm a sweetheart. Whatever. I'm just nice is all! People deserve being nice to! That's it!"

LEASTifALLalone.

"Ew. This is just something that always happens to me.. I'm indecisive fifty percent of the time. Seriously! I don't know what I want, when I want it, or how I want it. It's just.. roar. Although.. when my mind is on something and I want it, I have to have it. I really do. It's just a feeling in my gut that I have to have whatever or whoever that thing or someone maybe. Then again.. I sound like a little whiny person when I ask someone for their help. 'What about chocolate? Or vanilla? Chocolate's brown, but vanilla is so smooth and creamy.' See what I mean? It's disgusting. I mean, I'm indecisive, but then again I do decide on some things, and the good thing about that. Is that the things that I do decide on are usually the most important decisions in my life. I know. I'm really confusing.. which is another one of those bad qualities I have. It happens you know? I'm sure people have way worse things than I do.. okay that was mean. I take it back. Ugh! So yeah, I'm a really indecisive person and a very confusing one. You have to be a hell of a lot of person to actually understand me.. and that's why. People don't like me very much. It makes me feel.. indifferent, since I'm used to people not liking me at all! What can I say about that? It happens. I get weirded out if some boy comes up to me or if anything happens that put things out of place and actually says, 'I like you.' Which never happens. Just wish it did. It would be a nice change.. you know?"

letsHAVEAPARTY:

" I always have to be doing something and I can't just sit around and do nothing. It irritates me since there is so much time that you can use, I'd rather use it all. There are days were I go without sleep because I just can't. Do it. It's annoying. Sometimes I stay up late over night just so I can sleep the next day. At home I'm usually cleaning the house a lot or doing errands just to do something. Recently I'm taking a class in art so I can paint. Do something with my time. Just yesterday I cleaned out the closet and put all the clothes according to the color and what they were. Call me crazy, but it's something that I'd rather do. I don't want to be a slacker and waste my time. In fact I have so much energy that I constantly have to be doing something so I don't freak out. There are days of course that I'm just pooped and don't do anything because I'm just tired of it, but most of the time you'll catch me doing something productive, whether it's cleaning the house, or doing excerise. My mind never actually shuts off when I'm asleep. I literally dream about things that I will be doing the next day."

history:

i was a 90's kid!

1994-" I don't really remember this day since I was a baby. Mom says that I was a rather bald baby since I had these really big blue eyes. She says that I was just bald, and barely put anything on my head. Except for hats and stuff. Now look at all the hair I have! It makes me want to vomit."

In 1989 her parents met in France. Her dad works at the vineyard and her mom works at some magical book place. Her mother was waltzing through the vineyard, when he had seen her. David couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She gave him a smile and instantly fell in love. It was love at first sight and he couldn't take no for an answer when he had asked her to marry him. Of course, she being the Spanish woman that she was, played hard to get and it kept on going for a few months. Marcela couldn't resist him anymore and just said yes. They got married in a very romantic skyline on a hot air balloon.

one small step for odette, one giant step for mankind

2001-"When I was seven something really strange happened. It was the first time that I used magic involuntarily. My mom had made me do dishes all day because we had a party the night before for adults and such. I got so angry that the dishes started breaking by themselves, and then my mom just sort of dropped everything and hugged me. It was so weird."

They settled in his vineyard in Bordeaux and had a nice place to live. Odette seemed to enjoy it since it wasn't in Paris that they lived in. Paris was beginning to be to stereotypical for Marcela and David, so they decided to move out into the country, not in pure solitude of themselves, but in a small town where they could feel at home. Odette learned a lot of things from her dad, how to savor a wine, how to choose a right wine. The vineyard did quite well for some time, and they had money that could last them for their enitre lives. Although, they weren't really wealthy, they just saved money for essentials and more things that they needed. Her father had thrown a party the day before and it seemed as perfect to make Odette work all day the next day by washing dishes. Odette hadn't done anything, oh no. They just wanted to keep her busy, so they made her do that instead of going out and stepping over the grapes to make the wine.

oh and those teenagers you see walking around..

2007-" Teenager at last eh? This is where I turned thirteen and saw a very unpleasant site. I mean. I was just walking in to the class room at my muggle highschool to get a few of my books to go meet my study group when I see this couple just groping each other. You know.. it's always the ugly couples that I catch making out and it's disgusting. Let me tell you. So I yelled at them and they kept going at it! Not something a thirteen year old girl would have enjoyed to see. You know?"

Being thirteen comes with its good things and bad things. One of the few good things is that she's going into her womanhood.. I guess you could say. Odette is actually becoming interested in a few of her classmates and she doesn't know why people were not interested in her. She kept mostly to herself with her studies. Her 'friends' that she had acquired through the years made fun of her most of the time because she studied. Studying was her salvation in this place since most people didn't really speak to her, or even tried to. Studying helped her be the best person that she could be and it just made her want to try harder and harder. She of course had not seen a very pleasant site, but it happens to everyone, she's just glad that it happened now than later.

stayin'alive, stayin'alive

2009 -"I'm fifteen at this year and this was when I got my Beaxubaton's letter. Mom jumped and dad was fascinated by the fact that I was no ordinary kid. I'm an ordinary kid at Beauxbatons.. but not at home."

Odette received her letter and went to Beaxubatons for her first year. Boy, was it something. She was so curious about everything in this new Magical World that she had been entered into. Of course, she only showed it through her eyes.


rp sample:

It seemed as though this week was just one of those weeks were everybody's mood was down. What was up with that? How come that had to happen? Could it be because of the weather? Odette hated how the weather could affect people's moods. Most of her friends lately have been brushing her off as if she were the one that had caused them to be that way. Also, time seemed to be happening so fast! Before she knew it she was back in school. Her Christmas happened oh so very quickly and she disliked the fact that time just kept going by faster. It didn't want her to enjoy the things that she loved the most. Odette couldn't stand it. Being in a place where it was cold and cruel. The fact that everybody's mood was just.. solemn and ominous made her want to rip her hair out. She was usually able to just brush it off and be more fascinated by what was going on in her mind than what she was actually seeing. That was something that she loved, but not today. Not this minute, not right now. Everybody's mood seemed to rub off on her, so she needed to get away. At least she wanted to. Odette had been wanting to leave school for at least a day, usually during the weekends, they were able to go to the village. Odette didn't even want to see her friends because they would just ignore her, and even though she tried to ask what was wrong, they never told her. Some friends she had. She wouldn't call them her friends, just people that she interacted with everyday. Her mind had come to the realization that people didn't really care about her, everything was so stereotypical. If there was anybody that cared about her.. could they tell her? Would they show her? She didn't know.

Her alarm clock rang at six in the morning. It was a Saturday, and people were telling her to shut it off. Her hand traveled to her nightstand and shut it off.

Odette didn't want to wake up. Although today was one of those days where they could go to village if they wanted to. Feeling like it might actually cheer her up, since she wouldn't have to see any of these people that she interacted with every single day. Most of them anyways. Actually, when you think about it, it is every single day since it's a palace full of dormitories for every student that goes to the school. At least she didn't have to see them when she was sleeping. That was a plus since she could drift off into her own world and not have to worry about anything. Odette, then reminded herself that she would wake up and see those faces again. Her mind wanted to stay in her bed, but her body thought otherwise. She was halfway across the room, when she noticed that the skies were gray. Ugh! Why did this have to happen out of all days? Was the weather reading her mind about everybody at school being angry and or sad? The clouds seemed to rumble as she thought that. Maybe the clouds were hearing her. She grabbed the brightest clothes that she had. A pair of bright yellow pants with a light blue shirt and red shoes that she didn't bother to clean at the moment. Most of the time people thought she was weird for wearing such unusual clothing, but she didn't care. Odette wasn't trying to make a fashion statement, it just happened to be that way. All the kids back at home were dressing like this so it's not like she was the only one that was unusual. Her eyes traveled to her sleeping roommates and wished that they would at least get better, even though she didn't really talk to them, she missed seeing them smile and laugh at stupid things. Once she was in the shower she let the water get rid of her worries. Odette was not taking anybody's crap anymore of being brushed off and being treated like a nobody. She's surprised herself of how long she can keep herself happy. Which most of the time she can because she believes that if she maintains an awesome attitude towards everything then everything will fall into place.

Academics saved her life.

Odette was now walking towards the gate of the school. Her mind was swirling with thoughts that she never thought she could have. Of course she's had negative thoughts in her, but she never thought that they would be this bad. How long does it take for them to just completely go away? Once her feet had reached the other side of the gate, she thought of the village, and set off by foot. Upon reaching her destination, she opened her eyes and saw that the weather had followed her. Stupid freaking weather! What was up with it anyway? The clouds grumbled and lightning was seen. Her eyes closed and she covered her ears. Thunderstorms was something that she deeply hated. There was so much hatred today, that she didn't like it. Her smile turned into a frown as she looked at the shops to see which one was the best to eat breakfast at. Her hair was under a hat, but since she didn't want her hat to get ruined, she took it off. Now her hair was going to get wet, and thin. How gross. The skies cried once again as she looked up to see that it had gotten darker by the second and she was so. Upset at that fact because she felt like the world was against her! Her face looked around the shops, and found the Grub Pub. Everybody went there, why not go there? Or would she like some ice cream? Ice cream had called her name in her mind so she started walking to the ice cream parlour. Her face was looking at the ground as she walked, she noticed that droplets had hit the ground and she didn't want to look up afraid to see that her wishes of a sun were being rejected. That's when she bumped into someone. "Oh. I'm terribly sorry.." Her voice spoke up before she could react and say something else. Her eyes traveled to see the person and it was a sight to see.

The pair of green eyes that she was staring into were some of the most beautiful eyes that she had ever seen.

Must be Rouerie

[ameythstdecastle]

~Moved from last term thread~

First Name: Ameythest Rosemarie
Last Name: DeCastle
Age: 15
Appearance Anna popplewell
tall, curvasious build her blood line of Veela,mermaid, Elf is noticeable in her build her features show her blood lines. Ameythest Has the beautiful look of A Veela, the Enchantingly melodic Voice of a Elf And the flowing graceful curvy build of a Mermaid. In Her old School they guys followed her everywhere but she never took a second glance at them she was focused on her Artistic Abilitys and Her Grades.
History: Eredessa VonEveric-DeCastle sat on her new mansion overlooking the style of her new Renassance style ranch he husband Damion Evenstar DeCastle sat beside her one hand on her large tummy as their soon to be born twin girls slept within. One Week later Ameythest rose-marie DeCastle & Alexandre Everic DeCastle were born healthy and Unseperateable but after 10 years tragity struck and Alexandre fell ill with extremely high fever the next day he was gone that day forward She refused to come out of her room, Ameythest was all but dead her self she stoped eating she droped to a Sicky stick figure she was like a empty shell Ameythest was Totally devestated and it showed she cryed constantly, she wore black and nothing but black she looked like this all the time. rightmentalhealth.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/sad20teen20girl.jpg. For 3 years then slowly day by bay she returned to her former self the day she got her letter she had finally returned to her normal self completely and she was soooooooo happy.
Personality: Ameythest rose-marie DeCastle Is a Shy girl but once you get ti know her you are never going to be bored. She loves to go shopping and have fun.. She has somedays she just curls up in a chair and draws thoses are her depressed days missing Alexandre . But Normally You will find her out and about working hard to be a top student. Even having fun on free time she is never far from someone in need. She cares for everyone no matter what she is just a Loving Artistic Young Women
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"Amey time to get up!" Ameythest mumbles "to early" then rolled back over curling up under her covers. "Ameythest come on mom says its time to get up or you'll be late for school!" Said her Father."oui papa comming" Called Ameythest swinging her feet to the floor she walked to her closet and took out her dance unifom and placed it i her bag before Jerking the door shut when she emerged she looked Cute and elegant wearing this outfit:
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Ameythst skiped to the spiral stair case and called down" bonjour maman, im ready "
her mother said" Good morning hun , ok good come on down and eat then we can go meet the carriage. ameythest ate her breakfast then ran up the stairs and sent her bags down then she rejoined the family for prayer and then she went to wait for the carriage.

[ambrose]

full name: ambrose amery burton

nickname(s): amery, brose, ambro

gender: quite the gentleman.

age: 17

looks like(appearance): ed westwick.

birthday: March 19th

height: 5' 10"

weight: 210 lbs.

hair color: dark brunette

eye color: blue

blood type: --irish--french--russian--english--

blood type: demonic, with a hint of seer

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Jillian and Ernest Burton stared down at the pale, wrinkled baby in utter disgust. They already despised the thing handed to them by the doctors, they hated him straight out of the womb. Jillian lied the baby beside her in an effort not to touch it, as though it carried a horrid, and deadly disease. She refused to touch her son. She only stared with a piercing evil look on her face at the baby, who had done nothing wrong. Jillian wouldn't take the baby with her when she left the hospital, it was an absurd idea, and she would have nothing to do with it. She soon left the hospital, without notifying the staff, leaving her baby in the bed, weeping. That baby, was Ambrose Amery Burton, and he would soon find that this unwanted feeling would haunt him for the rest of his tragic lifetime.

The doctors at the hospital had no idea what to do with him, they kept him in the nursery, advertising him as if he were a business, and showing him off for adoption agencies. Their perseverance and advertising paid off within a year, Ambrose caught the eye of a new, booming adoption agency, and was claimed by a desiring parent immediately. Little did they know, Ambrose wasn't the sweetheart his fragile little baby face showed. His newly adopted parents couldn't stop squeezing him, his airways were likely to close up, if they suffocated him any more. Poor little baby Ambrose just wouldn't stop crying though, it had nothing to do with wanting something either. Eventually the family had enough, they applied for another adoption and shipped Ambrose of to a foster home, he was out of the second unwanting family in his lifetime at the mere age of three. And, they knew, it most certainly would not be his last.

For seven more years, Ambrose was pushed and shoved from foster home to foster home. With no say in where he went at all, and growing up with little communication with other children his age because of his constant shipment from home to home, he developed a hatred for moving. Finally he was stuck somewhere, he found himself placed in a house of people who were willing to take him despite his atrocious behavior, claiming they knew how to fix it, and that they knew what was wrong. Ambrose found himself truly scared for the first time in his life, his mind racing with ideas of how the new family, called the Jamersons would 'fix him'. As he met his new family, who greeted him with smiles that went on almost stretching off of there gleaming faces. He was now mortified, thinking that these people could ever harm him, thinking his behavior would have to change.

Immediately after he arrived, the 'happy family' sat him down, there smiles wiped off in a matter of seconds, and began to talk. They said that he was a demon, that in a year (when he was eleven) he would most likely get an invitation from one of three schools, Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, or Hogwarts, just as the two children in his new family. Unlike his two new sibling though, he was informed that he wouldn't be attending school when he was eleven as the other children did, if he went to one of the institutes of learning at all. He was told he must learn to control himself, and he must also adapt to his surroundings and the new family's rules, and traditions.

He went the next six and a half years with the Jamerson family begging day by day to attend the schools that he had heard about. Around the time he was fifteen, he got overly anxious to go, because his sister Jordyn, was already finishing up her years at Hogwarts, and trying to become a teacher at Beauxbatons. Finally, at the age of seventeen, almost to old to attend any of the three schools, Jordyn was entering as a teacher at Beauxbatons. Mr. and Mrs. Jamerson agreed that Ambrose could go under the close supervision of his sister, under the condition, that he must watch out for his younger sister and brother, who were first years, and were twelve.

Ambrose is a demon, therefore, he does possess the obvious traits that all demons possess. Along with that, he is very good at manipulation, he can look people straight in the eye, and lie with a serious face, and no trace of dishonesty. He uses this often to get what he wants, or toy around with people's emotions. He'll do anything to get a girl, whether he has good intentions for her or not. And he doesn't mind hurting people to get what he wants, which is something obvious that you'd find when observing him even for small amounts of time. He finds amusement in others naivety, and attempts to bend them until they break. Cunning, or sly, two words often used to describe Ambrose. He can slide past anything, and everything imaginable, using his wit, and ability to camouflage himself very well in comparison to the average person.Being part seer often helps him in his search to conquest innocent bi-standards.

Ambrose is more than most people see behind his mask of charm and confidence. Though he does possess vast amounts of those to traits, that is all that is seen by most people, and often that is all he feels necessary to reveal to people. Though eventually, most find that there is an evil side to this charming, bad ass demon. Even further in than that though, if you could get there, you'd find that he does contain a certain element of sweetness, with a small twang of arrogance, but still, a sweetness.Though he may not have always been this confident, because of his families constantly not having any desire for him, it's now something that radiates off of him like heat radiates off of the sun. You don't have to know Ambrose well, or even at all, to notice the ever-present arrogant nature lurking inside of him. Most girls seem to find his cockiness attractive, which he uses to his advantage to charm, and play them. Though often, he does come off as more arrogant than he truly is, by a miniscule amount.

Even is he doesn't often keep girlfriends, or stay in relationships, he keeps all of the many friends he has, and treats most of them well. He keeps them only for one selfish, and uncaring reason though. He believes that all of his friends will one day be of a use to him, and that the more friends he has, the more often he'll be able to get what he wants. He also thinks that if he treats them better, they'll more likely give him whatever it is he wants. This also goes along with how he manipulates people, he uses this to 'pull the wool' over peoples eyes, so to speak, so that they think he's not really using them, and that he's to caring and kind to do that to them, something he most definitely is not.

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Tyler longed to get out of Beauxbatons, to have a night away from all of the studying, and preparations for next term. Why was it that only the first years had the horrible misfortune of having to stay over break? She just didn't get it. She checked off that she had signed up for her last class, and then slammed her book shut in frustration. She opened again slowly, but surely, knowing that she had to study so she could move up a year by next break. She blinked softly, taking deep breaths to calm herself for the studying she was prepared to do. She continued to try this, each time, her mind straying a little further away from the book she was focused on. Finally she hesitantly pushed herself up knowing that her concentration was completely broken, and that she needed a short break from the stress of school. She turned, with a remorseful glance back at her book, leaving the common room and heading up the winding staircase to her dorm to change. As she inched up the staircase, she felt a pain in her chest telling her to go back, and finish studying. Since when have I listened to my conscience, she thought, and continued up the stairs. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she arrived at the door of her room. She pulled it open quietly checking for other occupants, and after concluding no one was there, stepped in, locking the door behind her.

She opened her wardrobe, and pulled out an outfit to put on. Once she was changed, and ready for a night out, she unlocked the door and headed out of the Sournois Chambers. She had no idea where she was headed, but figured she'd soon find out. She peeked carefully before rounding any corners, not wanting anyone to follow her out of the building uninvited by her. She pressed her back against the side of the building, making sure no one at the lake would spot her. It was then, that she remembered she couldn't leave the school at all. She walked back in, disappointed, with her head hung low. She trudged through the halls, not caring who saw her, or what people thought, just anxious to get back to her dorm. Before she got there, she stopped in an empty hallway, leaning against the wall for support. Suddenly, the wall began to morph into an enormous door. She heaved the door open, an her blue orbs focused on the incredible sight before her. The night out she had needed, had been brought to her, trashy house band, and all. She forced her right foot in front of her, and pushed on the floors to see if her newly found nightclub was real. She willed her other foot forward, her body slowly following and walked into the giant room, and towards the stage. It was difficult to make it through, this place may not have been real, but the people were as solid as could be.
She pushed and shoved her way through colossal mounds of seemingly dead people, trying to find her way towards the edges of the stage. She finally found her way to the front, and began admiring the horrid band that was playing. She could have cared less what was playing, or really that anyone was playing at all, As long as she was away from the tension she felt earlier, her life would truly be magical. She could have stood there for hours, listening to anything with a melody, but she didn't. She silently searched the room for a bar, knowing that she could have held back on drinking for at least a little while longer. She did find a bar, but it was only a juice bar, she figured this place couldn't be perfect. She stared at the neon sign indicating the location of the bar, and made her way closer, now knowing tricks to get through the crowd. She slowly, and gradually got closer, arriving at the bar much quicker than she had arrived at the stage. She found herself a seat on a spinning stool on the far end. She willingly sat next to a group of what looked to be bikers, though she really didn't know whether that's what they truly were. She ordered herself a juice, finally letting herself fully relax, she layed her elbows on the surface of the bar, and rested her head in her hands. She sipped on her juice as if she were a little kid, making sure to get every last drop.

As she finished her juice, she hadn't a clue of what she should do next, if she knew anyone, she would atleast go out and dance, but no one she knew could possibly be here. She was lonely, and needed someone to come and hang out with her, someone that she could have a good time with. She thought long and hard, getting another juice, to "help stimulate her thoughts." She then remembered a guy she'd slept with at a party a while back, she figured if she thought about it, she'd remember his number, because he'd surely given it to her. She thought there may be a chance it was in her purse, but it was very unlikely. She opened it up, shuffling things around in search of the number, she pulled out her wallet thinking If it's anywhere it's here. She looked through the compartments and pulled out a picture of the man she knew to be Rafferty Byrne and herself, and turned it over. The first thing she saw, was a number scrawled across the back, with the words "Call me." underneath. She pulled a phone from the overstuffed bag, and dialed a few numbers. She knew electronics didn't usually work at Beauxbatons, but she'd figure since this wasn't technically Beauxbatons she could get away with it. The phone began to ring, she couldn't hear it at all barely over the music, but she'd know if he picked up. "Hey. It's me Tyler!" She said into the speaker.

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[babymadrid]

FIRST NAME: Baby Lucia.
LAST NAME: Madrid.
AGE: Fifteen.

APPEARENCE:

PERSONALITY:

Ever since she was a little girl, the one thing Baby's always been is carefree. She's the type of girl who could never stay serious, or mad at someone for too long, even if she wanted too. Not that she's ever really wanted too. It's not that it's against her nature or anything, Baby's just a forgiving person in general. She hates being involved in complicated situations, and would much rather have everything stay simple - no drama or anything - so forgiving is usually a good way too stay out of that. It's not like Baby's weak, or a pushover or anything, but as long as you didn't do anything terrible to her, chances are she'll forgive you. She hates holding grudges and loosing friends anyway.

But don't get her wrong - just because she might be easily forgiving doesn't mean she isn't stubborn. Baby's been stubborn since the day she was born - always has been and always will be. If she believes in something, she won't back down no matter what it means. She's fiercely loyal like that. She's also very opinionated - and tends to have her own opinions about everything. She doesn't always say them, but if anyone asks her, she isn't going to lie to them. I guess you could call her blunt, but Baby doesn't try to be mean about it or anything. She's just confident in her own beliefs, and she's not afraid to voice them. Don't go thinking she's overly confident, or obnoxious or anything though. She's confident enough in herself to be herself, but she's definitely not overconfident. And Baby's not obnoxious when it comes to her stubbornness... or at least she doesn't think she is.

Mysteriousness is something that Baby's absolutely mastered. She's got that certain 'it factor' that leaves you wanting more. You'd think with an impulsive, carefree, wild girl like Baby she'd be easily predictable and not have anything to hide. It's not that she has things to hide, it's just that she doesn't lay everything right out on the table when she first meets someone. I guess unpredictable would be a good way to describe her. You never know what the next day is going to be like with her. Or even the next hour. She's impulsive, and likes to act before she thinks most of the time. It can get her into trouble at times, but at least she can say her life is exciting. She's almost never bored - and if she is, she'll immediately find something to do to change it. She's also unpredictable with her emotions - you never know what you're going to get. She could be laughing at the most immature joke in the whole world for one second, and then the next be wistful about something entirely different. Now I'm not saying she's bipolar, or a basket case or anything like that - she's just impulsive, which in her eyes, is a good trait. It keeps things interesting.

She’s the type of girl that people find very easy to talk to, generally. And even when she’s around someone she doesn’t like, Baby excels at small talk. She can stand there, fake smile plastered on her face, and talk to the person like she actually cares what’s going on in their life. It comes very easy to her. But even around strangers, or people close to her, she finds herself getting tagged as the ‘sympathetic/empathetic’ type. She’s a good listener, so many people end up telling her their problems and what not. Just because she’s easy to talk too doesn’t mean Baby has a lot of friends, though. When it comes to friends, Baby only really has an elite group of close friends. She has many acquaintances outside of that group, but those aren’t the people she considers her true friends, or where her loyalty lies. It's not that she's picky about who she hangs out with, it's just that she really has to know someone before she can fully trust them. You could meet her and in an hour she'd act like your best friend in the whole wide world, but in truth, it takes a little more then that to gain her trust.

Baby has never been the most complicated person in the world. I mean, she mysterious when she wants to be - but she's not actually that hard to figure out. She's an extremely free spirited girl, and hopes to stay that way and keep life simple.

HISTORY:

Noelia was the most ambitious girl you've ever met, and trying to make it as an actress in Pairs. Of course, with a last name that came from old money and the influence of her parents, she hardly had to try - she was pretty much just given any part she wanted, but if you ever ask her, she'll tell you she earned all her parts fair and square. However, life as an actress meant traveling a lot, and one of the first movies Noelia ever got was a biography about a famous polish lady - to be filmed, of course, in Poland. It was there that she met Felix. She was a young and beautiful actress, and he was a young and rich producer - naturally, the two had instant chemistry when they met. After a few weeks of playing hard-to-get, the two went on their first date, which quickly turned into a second, third, fourth, fifth - you get the point.

After two years of dating, Felix finally proposed to Noelia and she, of course, said yes. They planned the perfect, fairytale wedding right in the heart of Paris that was attended by their family - and of course all their B-list actor friends. But once the marriage was over, the happy couple soon found out that they were hardly suited for marriage life. Felix was the type of carefree guy who wanted to do his own thing, go out when he wanted, and go do whatever he wanted without having to check in with anyone. Noelia was the exact opposite - clingy and wanting to spend every second with Felix, like a newly wed couple should be. In fact, the only reason they didn't split up after a few years of marriage was because Noelia unexpectedly found out she was pregnant. Felix stayed with her to help her raise the baby because he wasn't a jerk, but Noelia wanted to milk the unexpected pregnancy for all it was worth, so that Felix was practically forced to spend every second with her.

On September 17th, Baby Lucia Madrid was born. Noelia had insisted that her daughter would have her last name, instead of the last name Gorski - perhaps because she realized the marriage wouldn't last much longer, or perhaps just because she was proud of her heritage. Either way, it was an unusual name to begin with. Noelia thought the name 'Baby' would suit her daughter - more then anything else because that was what her daughter was at the time, and the name just stuck, but also because of how unexpected Baby had been.

As a child and toddler, Baby was blissfully unaware of the marriage troubles her parents were having. It wasn't as if they hid it well - they didn't even have to hide it at all - one of them was always off producing a movie, or acting on a tv show, so Baby was hardly ever with them at the same time. In fact, there were some times when she wasn't even with either of them, and for weeks she would have to stay with her Grandmother.

However, when Baby was just shy of seven years old, her father finally did end up divorcing Noelia because he had met another woman. Noelia was, of course, distraught by this information. After the divorce, Baby was once again sent to go live with her Grandmother while her mother spent weeks shelled up in their penthouse - chain smoking, crying, and writing to anyone who would listen to tell them how sorry her life had become. It was, quite honestly pathetic. The only thing that pulled Noelia out of her pathetic depression was her newest soap opera tv show role - where she met the man who would soon be her next husband.

Now, Baby highly doubted that Noelia actually loved Viktor. In fact, she hardly even knew Viktor when she married him. Noelia just knew that he was good looking and would be the perfect way to get over Felix. And since she hated being alone ( with Baby ) so much, she did the first thing she knew how - married Viktor in a matter of months after the divorce. Baby absolutely hated Viktor. In fact, she remembered running away from Viktor and her mother and hopping on a train until she got to Poland, where she begged her father to let her live with him. He let her - for about two days. Once two days were up, he shipped her back off to Paris to go live with her mother and Viktor again, where he said she 'belonged'.

Back in Paris, the marriage between Viktor and Noelia didn't last long either. This time it wasn't Viktor leaving Noelia, but actually the other way around. She found out that Viktor was only using her for her money - and although she hated being alone - that was just simply not acceptable. That, of course, meant another divorce for Noelia.

By the time Noelia met her third husband, Baby was nearly ten years old. She was a very social girl, and spent most of her time having sleepovers with her friends and sometimes still going off to her grandma's house, just to get away from Noelia and her crazy antics. Noelia's third husband was named Joel Orsino - a very well developed actor in Paris. Noelia worked whatever magic she had left, and these two were married in just a little over a year of dating. Now, this marrige seemed like it was really working for Noelia. Even Baby thought it would last, despite the fact that there was something a little sketchy about Joel. But even so, she had never seen her mother so light and happy as she was while she was married to Joel. He spent time with her, showered her with gifts - and was everything she had ever wanted in a husband. That lasted about four years.

During those four years, it was a bit more of a rebellious time for Baby. With her mother distracted by Joel, she could do anything she wanted too - and being the preteen and teenager she was, that meant only one thing: party. Baby would go from party, to party, to crashing at a friends house, to more parties. There were times when she wouldn't even return home for days. There were times when Baby woke up and had absolutely no idea where she was - a terrible feeling - but it happened to her multiple times. During that time, Baby was also shipped off to Beauxbatons. Her mother told her it was only because she was a witch, but Baby was also convinced it was just a way to get rid of her. Joel had never been fond of Baby, and she just assumed it was a way to get her out of the picture so that Noelia could keep their marriage alive.

However, four years into the marriage, Joel didn't pick up Noelia after rehearsal one day like he always did. Brushing it off as an accident, Noelia didn't do anything about it, until it happened for almost the rest of the week. Suspicious of her husband's sudden change of behaviour, after doing only a little bit of research, Noelia quickly found out the real reason why her husband had been avoiding her -- Joel was cheating on her. Once word got out, Joel quickly divorced Noelia to go off with the other girl, leaving her all alone again.

Noelia was left alone, without her daughter. Baby began her education at Beuxbatons, at the age of fifteen, and plans to make the most of it. She's obviously worried about her mother, and the next husband she might choose.

RP SAMPLE:

The moon beams seemed to fall short of wherever Baby was looking as she made her way to the Quidditch field. The light was always at a teasing distance, and whenever she felt she should be close enough for some relief to befall her straining eyes, the luminosity seemed to just dance out of her reach with a daring, mischievous wink of a star above her. To say it was dark would be an understatement and a complete disservice to the dramatic scene Baby found herself before. To say it was completely pitch dark would be heading in the right direction, but it would ignore the mocking, forever out of reach dots of light sprinkled over the sky. If Baby took care to be painstakingly direct in her words, she would say that the sky looked as if a dark, satin sheet wrapped over the earth again and again, with tiny tears on the stretched fabric giving way to just enough light to give the appearance of light, but the folds over making sure that whatever radiance that threatened to leak down to brighten the way be restricted down to dim specks that would occasionally glimmer to just remind everyone that they are something far more majestic than how they appeared today.

Baby left the confines of Beauxbatons, broom in hand and purpose in mind, with only a vague reasoning of boredom and distraction. There was no harsh background, no disruption in their newly smoothened lives—or nothing beyond the normal, really. It was like the eye of the hurricane, but less blissful because the thoughts of such things were still lingering in the more-than-occasional heavy conversations that cascaded down the hard walls of the castle as she walked to class. But even though she knew that the most serious topic of conversation that she would most likely encounter this night would likely outline the romantic behavior of a choice (rather oily, she felt obliged to add, if only for the sake of recognizing her most prominent opinion of the subject) classmate. It didn’t feel like an escape, it felt like a natural sidestep in daily life. It was a content meeting, one that was hard put to go wrong, merely because there weren’t any particularly high expectations for it. It was only two friends leaving the castle after midnight, to fly aimlessly in the sky while chattering about things that made them giggle and (in the case of one girl, at least) blush as the seriousness of the topic stayed equivalent to comparing the taste of certain foods at dinner.

In Baby’s opinion, it was the best type of conversation there was to be had, because it was most befitting to their age and situation. Sure they could talk of serious things, things beyond them and things that would have little effect on them until they graduated. Sure, they probably should talk about things that had relevance, or things that someone below the age of eight would have difficulty comprehending. But that type of talk was being voiced often enough, and as both parties took part in it a respectable amount, she felt no shame in setting aside hours to act like the schoolgirls they both knew they were. In fact, Baby had already created a small bullet list of choice topics she had thought about while in transfiguration that morning to comb through. She forgot about a good majority of them within an hour of course, but that didn’t matter much, as they all had as much importance as the other, and that wasn’t much at all.

The darkness wasn’t much of a bother for Baby, who hardly noticed it as she moved. Well—she noticed it. She could grumble and moan about it lightly inside her head as she struggled her way through it and it tried to envelope her back. But the darkness of it, the utter lack of her sight to be able to do anything wasn’t all that disconcerting for Baby. It wasn’t that she was braving through it though, so much as that she didn’t register it beyond her recognition of the irritation of it. And so, with little thoughts of anything, Baby’s steps were light as possible as they crunched the grass underneath them, her body as careless as possible even as she had crouched awkwardly when first leaving the castle, where she was still visible to the patrolling professor or staff. When she finally reached the pitch, she noticed already sitting casually on the ground with a broom in her hand.

“Beat me here, then,” Baby admitted with a large grin on her face. She didn’t bother to join her on the ground but swung her leg around her broom and got ready to lift off. “You ready then? I haven’t flown in so long.” And with that, she kicked off and hovered about ten feet high, waiting casually while glancing up at the sky until her friend joined her.

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[Jineen Amelie Beaumanoir]

First Name: Jineen Amelie
Last Name: Beaumanoir

Age: 14

Appearance:

History: Jineen has lived in France her whole life. She was born into a family of talented musicians, artists, actresses and singers. Born in southern France on October 31, her mother and father were so happy that she was born because her mother was not supposed to be able to have children. Jineen heard stories about Beauxbatons Academy and all the adventures her mother had there. She couldn't wait to go. Jineen is part Mermaid on her mothers side. Her grandparents met one night during a full moon while her grandfather was flying over the sea. He was so dazzled by her grandmother that he took her for his wife. Not being able to bear being away from the sea that long she went back into the ocean after giving birth to Jineen's mother. Her mother, like Jineen, can breathe underwater and can control water.
Her mother and father met one night after her mother finished her ballet performance. Her father was one of the musicains. Both of them had gone to Beauxbatons and had dated briefly while going there. From a young age jineen has been riased as a dancer, to flow like the water. She has also been learning to control her extra powers which from time to time can become out of hand.


Personality: Jineen has trouble trusting people.She is shy and has never gotten used to the attention boys pay her. Being part Mermaid seems to draw alot of attention. She loves to spend hours by herself just thinking or reading a book. Jineen is a suffer in silence type of person and doesn't let anyone know whats wrong. She is also very smart which sometimes makes her enemies, for being a so called "know-it-all". She doesn't make friends easily, but secretly longs for a best friend. She is a hopeless romatic and wants to fall in love at first sight. She is calm and serine like the water that she controls.
But when she does get mad she enacts her revenge like a tsunami. Sometimes she loses control, which can be disaterous. She is emberassed easily, especially when given help by others. She can;t not being able to do something or defend herslef.

Sample RP: Jineen descended the stairs into the Entrance Hall. All she wanted to do was sit outside and lose herslef in nature. She crossed the hall and walked out the front doors and out into the glorious sunshine. Finding an empty place on the grass Jineen lay down and closed her eyes, basking in the sunlight. As she lay there just feeling the pulse of the grass beneath her she felt the pounding of footsteps coming her way. Suddenly a shadow blocked the suns rays and Jineen looked up.
Jineen groaned,"What do you want Rousseau?"
"Nothing," he replied,"just enjoying the view."
Something about Jean Rousseau never made her feel comfortable. His voice alwasy sent shivers down her spine.
"Could you please go away, I'm just trying to enjoy the day,"she said.
"I dont think i will." He lay down in the grass next to her and started to inch closer to her.
"I swear to god Rousseau, you touch me and I will curse you into next week."
"Dont worry this wont hurt a bit," came the reply. Jean suddenly climbed on top of her and started to kiss her while fumbling with her buttons.
"GET OFF ME," she screamed. She tried to get him off of her, but nothing was working. Suddenly another voice came.
"Get off of her Jean or i swear it will be the last thing you do." Jineen looked up to see John Demouir. She was shocked, she didn't even realize he knew who she was. Jean got off of Jineen and faced John.
"And what are you gonna do about it, pretty boy," spat Jean. John flipped out his wand and brought it to Jean's neck.
"You don't wanna find out, Jean," said John.
"Fine," Jean said calmly," we will continue this later Jineen." He winked at Jineen and smiled creepely at her before pushing past John and heading back up to the Castle.
"Can I help you up," John said. He reached out a hand to help her up. Jineen got up by herself and brushed herself off.
"I could have handled it myself," she spat at him.
"Is that anyway to treat your saviour," he said with a laugh. he smiled at her and with that smile, he stole her heart.



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[juniper williams]

First Name:

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Calista
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Isabella, Rosalinda, Chanel, Marisol
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Rousseau
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Cali, Rosa, Bella, Is, Izzy, & Mari
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Seer-Blood
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May 8th
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Otter
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Berbain Lucifer Rousseau - 31 - Pure-Blood - PB: Robert Pattindon


Anna-Marie Lisaianthus Rousseau - 30 - Seer - PB: Mini Anden


Cherri Nichole Alice-May Dupont - 34 - Seer - PB: Sophia Bush
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North American River Otter - Kakra(female) & Atsu(male)
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Born May 8th to a loving mother and father in Paris, France. She never had much growing up since both her parents were around the age 18 when she was born so they didn't have much education to go on, but they did their best to keep her happy. As a child Calista never asked for much, just a few things here and there, never anything extravagant mainly just clothes and candy. She always viewed her house as a palace even if it was just a small cottage. Her parents had never fought before until she turned six-years-old and her mother finally blew up on her father to get a better job and her father yelled back at her to get one. Calista hated it when her parents fought since at times they would bring her into it and even at a young age she'd have to try and calm them both down. When she was about seven turning eight she and her parents took a trip to a local zoo, it was one of the best days of her life since her parents weren't fighting and she loved animals.

Everything was going smoothly and normally until she came to the otter exhibit. Calista felt so, connected, with the animals she wanted to stay with them forever, but it was time to leave the park and she was starting to become more and more upset as her father tired to get her to walk away. What happened next happened so quickly, but it seemed that Calista gripped the edge of the otter's exhibit and the glass disappeared letting several otters run free through the park. As her parents tried to run her away from the exhibit before anyone knew what was going on two small otters were tagging along and following them where ever the family went. After a while when her father hadn't noticed she hid the two otters inside her coat as the three, well five, left the park. It took a while, but her parents finally decided to let her keep the otters seeing as there was really no way they could let them go or event take them back to the zoo without being questioned.

It was around that same time where Calista had her first vision of a dying rose in a vase filled with water and her parent's fighting went from weekly to nightly. At some points it became so bad she would leave to stay with her aunt Cherri for a few days or until the two adults calmed down. But over the years she's become more and more used to the yelling and smashing of things she's actually able to sleep through it all and even calm the two down within a few minutes. When she was ten-years-old her mother left for a few weeks leaving Calista and her father alone in the house until finally her mother came back, but just for her daughter. It took her father a few days, but he finally convinced her mother to stay and the family was reunited again only for the fighting to continue, but at the end of the day everyone was somehow happier.

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Just like most kids her age, Calista seems to be fairly sweet, innocent, and overall just a normal twelve-year-old girl when really she's just the opposite. Calista likes to act as if she's an adult and is always wanted to be treated like one by her family and peers at all times and if anyone ever talks down to her she gets a bit irritated. She's very straight forward with people, but when it comes to her emotions she's been described as having a veil of smoke around her at all times. Hiding her emotions is one way she is able to keep herself distanced from others and is also a way she knows she'll never get hurt emotionally. Since she's been having to deal with adult like issues, like her parents fighting constantly for really no reason she's able to deal with adults a bit more easily than those of her age or any age of teens. At times though she wishes she could just act like a normal kid, but then reality comes back in to crush her dreams and keep her in check.

Being able to see the future isn't a cake walk for Calista either, it at times makes her depressed or frustrated since she can't always tell exactly what they mean and when it comes to smaller things she gets them completely mixed up. She never asked to be a seer like her mother, but she knows it's just something she's going to have to live with for the rest of her life and there isn't much for her to do with that other then ignore it. Though even so she does put on a sort of mask for the rest of the world, beneath it all she's just a scared and confused little girl; able to predict the future but having no knowledge of what her visions even mean until they finally happen. She's afraid to ask for help from anyone because she believes that they will view her as weak or even stupid seeing as she has a seer for a mother who could have taught her a thing or two about it all. Calista also tries to keep her family and school life completely separate so that no one will even think once of giving her even the slightest bit of pitty.

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Sitting on the edge of her bedroom window with her feet dangling outside, moving slightly whenever a breeze flew past her. Calista could hear the screaming of her parents coming from downstairs about the typical things like her father cheating or her mother burning dinner once more. She hated it when her parents would always fight about the most stupid things and why they never left each other was really a mystery in itself. Though Calista never mind their shouting, seeing as she's gotten used to it over the years, it was just them bringing her into the battles was really what she hated. 'Calista Isabella! Get over here right now!' The shouting was completely on cue and she could tell it was coming from her mother this time, yesterday was her father's. Hopping down from her bedroom window and back into the safety of her room she rushed down toward the kitchen where her mother was standing and holding a vase in her hands.

Her father was on the other side of the room seeming to be trying to protect himself with a silver tray, all he did was watch her walk toward her mother. "Yes?" she spoke with disappointment laced through her voice as she watcher her mother's eyes and could see the anger disappear from them almost automatically. "Well you wanted me didn't you? Don't just stare, tell me what's going on." She was never used to speaking to her parents in a tone such as this, but they really deserved it for all the crap they were trying to pull with her at the moment. The anger rose back into her mother's eyes as well as her fathers and she could just sense the 'don't you date talk to me like that' speech coming her way any second now. Smooth move Calista, very smooth move, she thought as she looked back and forth from her mother to her father and then down at her feet.

"I'm sorry..." It was never like Calista to be able to keep someone upset, especially when it was her fault and not apologize for it a moment afterword, and she really hated that. Her two pet otters came into the room, sliding along the kitchen tile floor, trying to make their way toward Calista just as they always did after coming back in from the river outside the family's house. Atsu was the first to make it to her, so he was the one who was first to be held in her arms and pet gently by Calista, which caused his twin, Kakra, to become slightly jealous.

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[Marjorie Clémence Molière]

Name: Guinevere Rose

Age: Eighteen

Appearance:

History: Lily Mains was considered being the popular one at school, she was cheerleader captain, going out with the apparently next ‘David Beckham’, you get the idea. She was never that smart, and was shocked when she found out she was pregnant. Her football superstar boyfriend, Greg Rose, was more shocked then her, and went on saying how this was going to affect his career. Lily didn’t know what to do, so she told her parents, who were devastated that Lily had been so stupid. Greg broke up with Lily saying, I don’t want to be a dad. Lily slapped him hard in the face, and left high school.

On October 31st, while handing out sweets to the trick-or-treaters, and wishing she was at Greg’s Halloween Disco. Lily Main’s water broke. Her parents rushed her to London Hospital, in their speedy Mercedes. Lily was ecstatic that finally she was going to be a mother.

At 11:41pm, Guinevere Rose was born. Two hours after Guinevere’s birth, Lily woke up in the hospital bed, and asked the nurse where her baby was. She replied solemnly, she has gone to the adoption service, as you wished. Lily let out an ear-splitting scream; her parents had lied to her and had lost her baby forever. Lily curled up into a ball, and sobbed her way to sleep.

At the adoption service, she was sent to live with a young lady named Bella Jones. Bella loved Guinevere, just like her own child, Johnny. But, Johnny kept on saying that Guinevere was doing weird things. Weird things like getting a toy without touching it, and getting out of the house, without opening a door. As Johnny, was only 7, Bella thought it was one of his sick jokes. When Guinevere turned one, Johnny kept on moaning about Guinevere's 'magic' powers. Bella was bored of it, so she gave Guinevere back to the adoption service.

As no one wanted a child, which apparntley had 'magic' powers, Guinevere was sent to a foster home with a kind old lady, called Ms. Greene. Ms. Greene adored Guinevere, just like everyone else did. Guinevere stayed there for two years, and done no magic. Ms. Greene wanted to keep Guinevere forever, but the adoption service had found her a new home.

The three year old, Guinevere Rose, was taken to a very religious, neat and tidy family, called the Johnsons. The Johnsons, were very proud of getting Guinevere, as God commanded them to do so. Guinevere was not allowed to watch television, or do anything with electronic devices. The Johnsons didn't want her to get brain damage. Guinevere was made to go to preschool, and take part in the Nativity Story at Christmas. Guinevere hated playing pretend, she only like real stuff. So, while the children were on stage performing the play. Guinevere disappeared. As Mr and Mrs Johnson looked for Guinevere on the stage, they couldn't find her in her angel outfit. As the play ended, they went to pick up there child, but she wasn't there. The teachers, parents, and the older children all looked for Guinevere inside the church. As, they went back into the room, where the play was held. Guinevere was sitting there, on the stage, crossing her legs, crying. Mr and Mrs Johnson were very angry with Guinevere,and she wasn't allowed out of her room, without a parent supervizing her. Guinevere, said it wasn't her fault just her 'magic' powers fault.

A year past, and no more magic had happened.Guinevere satrted Muggle school, and was the bottom of the class. The school she went to was a religious school, and all they talked about Jesus. But, Guinevere always questioned about Jesus and his friends.
"Mrs. Harris!" Guinevere would say.
"Yes?" she would answer.
"Have you met Jesus?"
"No..."
"So, how can you tell he is real?"
"Guinevere Rose! Jesus Christ is real!"
"But you haven't met him!" Guinevere sobbed.
"But-!"
"Your lying! Liar, Liar Pants on Fire!" Guinevere would interupt.

Then, Guinevere was taken to the Principals office. Guinevere did this many times, so finally she was expelled, for being a bad influenece. Mr and Mrs Johnson, were extremley mad with her, and made her go to a extremley strict, religious school.

Five year old Guinevere, finally got in the most trouble yet. She was sent to bed,and Mrs Johnson locked her bedroom door, with the lock on the outside of the door. An hour past, and while Mr and Mrs Johnson were watching television, they heard a giggle. Now, this giggle wasn't from the telly, but from a person. At the same they looked behind the couch, and sitting there was Guinevere. Mr Johnson ran upstairs, and tried to get in Guinevere's room. But, the door was locked from the outside. Mr Johnson went downstairs, and told Mrs Johnson what he saw. She screamed, at the sound of it. The two parents yelled at Guinevere. Guinevere sobbed and said it was her 'magic'. The Johnsons had had enough. They sent Guinevere away and said that she apparantley had 'magic' powers.

Guinevere turned six, at the adoption service house. She lived there for only a couple of weeks, because she was sent to another family. Guinevere was put into a car, with a lady named Jo, who was going to take her to her new family. They drove for hours. But, finally they arrived at a small cottage in the country, near the Forrest of Dean.
Suddenly, a small lady, with brown curly hair, and a tall man, with black short hair, came out of the house. They were followed, by a tall boy of about sixteen, and a girl of about fourteen. Jo explained to them about Guinevere's apparant 'magic' powers. The two adults just laughed, and said they had enough of that here. Then, Jo left. The two adults introduced themselves. The mother, was Kathy Willis, the father, Ryan Willis, the boy, George Willis, and the girl, Harriet Willis. As Jo's car was out of sight. All four of them got sticks out of there pockets and walked into the cottage. Guinevere held Kathy's hand tightley, as they went inside. The house inside was much, much bigger than the cottage it looked like from the outside. There was three levels, and billions of rooms. As they went into the lounge, Kathy said to Guinevere to do some magic powers. Guinevere laughed. She was living with the craziest people on Earth.

A week past, and she knew exactly why her new family were weird. They were magical, just like Guinevere. Guinevere had shown them what she could do, and they clapped their hands. Kathy said they adopted her, because she was a witch, just like her and Harriet. Ryan and George were wizards. Harriet and George were gone, most of the year at their school, Beauxbatons. When Harriet and Ryan, came back for the summer, they taught Guinevere about magic, Beauxbatons and this fun game called Qudditch. Guinevere wasn't that good at Qudditich and wasn't comfortable on a broom. Guinevere was more interested in the history of magic, and spells.

Guinevere learnt that if she was good enough, she was going to go to a special school in France, so she could be a witch too. Later on at her time at the Willis' she was told she was a muggle-born. This disappointed Guinevere, what happens if she doesn't go. Ryan said that no muggles, can do what Guinevere can do. This cheered her up. George graduated Beauxbatons and went on to play for the England Qudditich Team. Guinevere spent her spare time, reading. She had over 100 books on magical spells and the history of magic. She stored these books in her bedroom, and reading them under her duvet cover.

At the age of ten Kathy fell ill, and had to stay at the wizardry hospital, St. Mungos. As Kathy couldn't look after Guinevere, she went to work with Ryan. Ryan worked as a Auror, at the Ministry of Magic. They travelled by floo powder, this was Guinevere's favourite type of travelling, to the Ministry. The Ministry was in London, and this man named Edward Riddle was the Minister. At work, Guinevere met the Minister and many other famous witches and wizards. She also saw her most favoruite author, Daniella Davis, as they left the ministry. When they got home, Kathy was much better.

Kathy, Ryan and Guinevere sat at the kitchen. Today, was the day she was going to get her letter. They waited there for hours, and then they saw an owl flying in the sky. The owl landed at the kitchen window and handed them the letter. Guinevere Rsoe wasgoing to Beauxbatons.

Personality: Guinevere is quite shy, but is confident about her knowledge of witchcraft. She normally keeps to herself, but can charm people into adoring her. She doesn’t like jokes that much and much prefer reading than going to a party. She is very alert and is focused on the jobs that have to be done. She is organised about everything and has a photographic memory, to keep track. She isn’t social, but once you get to know her she is very helpful and trustworthy. If you told her a secret, the secret would never leave her lips.

RP Sample: Guinevere breathed heavily, as she waited for her name to be called out. Guinevere turned around and faced the grand hall of Beauxbatons. A hundred or so faces were looking her, as if detecting for something. She felt like she was being stalked. The girl next to her, looked as though she was about to have a fit. The other children around Guinevere looked as nervous and scared as her.

‘Daniel Richards’ the Professor yelled, reading off her parchment. Guinevere was next. She was numb all over. Butterflies soaring round my stomach. Her heart, falling to her stomach. A sick feeling, erupting in her throat. Her eyes blinking like mad.
Daniel stood up, and went to his chosen house table.

‘Guinevere Rose’ the Professor yelled, looking at Guinevere. Guinevere walked slowly and lightly, and sat down on the stool. Hundreds of eyes looked at her direction. Guinevere looked back at them hard, until her eyesight went blurry. The Professor dropped the blue cloak onto her shoulders, and Guinevere put the hood up. She breathed in and out. Her nerves; controlled her every move.She felt nothing. She was as cold as ice.
Guinevere looked up at the Professor, as the cloak read Guinevere's thoughts. She couldn’t believe it; she felt the cloak read her thoughts. She felt the cloak move slightly.
And then guinevere Rose's house was announced...

Must be Rouerie.

[dominiqueaoki]

DOMINIQUE VIVIANNE AOKI

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FIRST NAME

Dominique

LAST NAME

Aoki

AGE

Seventeen

APPEARANCE

Dom is petite, standing at 5"3. She hates her height, saying it makes her look like a "midget" and complains that it makes people underestimate her. Her body is small, appearing delicate, something which, again, annoys her. she hates that people think that she looks like shes going to break, and that she appears weak to the eye, instead of strong.

Her hair is a golden blonde, which can, in some lights, appear white. It falls to just after her shoulders, and is normally straight. Dom have a slight fringe, but not a heavy one, that cuts across her forehead. She hardly ever wear my hair up, usually down.

Her eyes are a blue-y grey color, that sparkle often. They're big, (a bit too big for her liking) and are surrounded by long lashes. annoyingly enough for her, all of her emotions shine through her eyes, as much as she tries not to let it.

Dom's style is usually very relaxed, yet she takes pride in some certain pieces of clothing. Her wardrobe usually con sits of jeans, fashionable tops, and a couple of dresses, ones that she takes pride in. She tends to never wear high heels, usually wearing muggle flat shoes. really, she has quite a tomboy look, but mix and matched with fashionable items.

HISTORY

Dominique Vivienne Aoki was born to Jacques and Vivienne Aoki on a warm evening in the middle of august seventeen years ago. Specifically, the twenty-first, at eight-twenty-one in a small hotel in an equally small town in the south of France.

Her parents weren't rich, and yet, they weren't poor. just comfortably in between. Vivienne, her mother, was a pureblood witch, who's mother had Veela blood in her, and thus was beautiful, everything that Jacques, her husband wanted. He was a muggleborn, and had no idea there was even such thing as veela when he met her, but immediately found her beautiful, alluring, stunning. And she loved his plain-ness, the fact that he tried to charm her, not trying to bluntly get her into bed.

Their love was one of those cheesy love stories, the ones that make some people want to retch. They fell in love, married, even though Vivienne's parents didn't want her to marry a muggleborn, and even though her brain was telling her not too, and her heart was urging her on. It was a fast, married marriage, so it was no surprise to anyone that knew them when Vivienne announced her pregnancy less then a year later, and Dominique was born in eight months.

Two years after Dom was born, Vivienne announced her pregnancy again, and gave birth too Anastasia. Dom's early childhood was, truth be told, normal, boring, the worst thing that happened to the children was their dog, Triof dying. But that was only the beginning of their childhood.

When Dominique was nine, Anastasia seven, their house was attacked. Not just by one, or two, but a huge group of men, all in cloaks, all carrying wands in their hands. They burst into the house, and they went straight for Vivienne, the "bloodtraiter" as they called her. Jacques screamed at the girls to run, and Dom pulled her younger sister out of the house, dragging her by the hand into the basement, covering her sister with her own body.

Their parents died that day.

Luckily for them, the men decided they weren't worth it, and left the two crying girls alone, Dom still shielding her sister, with her own petrified body. She pulled Ana out up the staircase, putting a hand over her little sister's eyes so she didn't have to see their parents, lying on the Persian carpet in the living room. The sight of them stayed with her forever.

The two girls were taken into the care of their Grandparents, on their father's side, and looked after by them. Dom became over protective of her sister, making sure nothing happened to her. she lost her trust in people, lost her faith in them, and became fiercer. She didn't become bitter, she kept her friendliness, and general happiness, but her parents death scarred her in so many different ways.

Dom was happy when she got her letter from Beaxbutons, leaving for it, a little unhappy at not being able to take Anastasia and look after her, but she went anyway, happy to be able to start of with a clean slate.

PERSONALITY

First thing you'll notice about Dominique, is she's a fighter. She's tough, stubborn, strong, fierce and she will fight for what she thinks is right. You don't want to go up against this girl, she will, I repeat will take you down if you stand in her way. She was brought up strong, and is determined to stay that way. Dom will never give in, not until she wins.

Dominique is also fun, and has a great sense of humor and is pretty friendly with people. When she gets along well with someone, and isn't in a bad mood, she can light up the whole room with her sense of humor. She's sarcastic, which can sometimes not be a good thing.

Dom is blunt, and fiercely protective, and she will tell you straight to your face if she hates you. She will protect anyone she loves through anything, and if you go between someone she loves and her, it won't be a pretty sight. As I said before, she won't give in, and the girl has a short temper.

She's also lovable, and lively, and can be very flirtatious, and can be a really, really sweet girl, and sometimes can be very sensitive and can get hurt easily. Thus, she doesn't trust easily. but when she lets someone in, she can be one of the nicest, cleverest, and loveliest people you've met. Its just hard to get her to let you in.

SAMPLE RP

Dominique Vivianne Aoki was good at many things, Herbology was not one.

"Crap crap crap." the Blonde muttered under her breath, pulling her finger back from the strange plant that was snapping at her slender, dirty, finger, obviously wanting to bite it of, and eat it up. but she wasn't letting it do that. "Gahh, stop it!" She said out loud, exasperatedly. Dom glanced around the full classroom, looking up to see all eyes on her. She sighed, taking another look at the plant she had been given.

One thing that got to her patience, was things not going her way. Really, Dominique wasn't exactly the most patient of people. she couldn't handle things that were out of her control. She didn't want to control everything and anyone, but there were exceptions to that rule. And the stupid, stubborn plant in front of her was definitely one of them that were an exception. At the moment, it seemed like a competition, and one thing she was known for, was not giving up on a good competition, and this plant was putting up quite a fight.

"Okay you." Dom scowled at the plant under her breath. she knew it was a sure sign of insanity to talk to plants, but at the moment, she really, really didn't care. "You will do as I say," The blonde threatened the plant, waving a dirt covered finger at it, "Or I will personally burn you. And you know what that means? You will shrivel up and die." She finished, standing back from the plant, who, to her surprise stopped snapping at her. Dom's blue eyes flitted around the classroom, narrowing into a dark scowl at any watchers.

One thing that Dominique Vivianne Aoki was good at though, was winning.

(I didn't know if her history was too...difficult. if it is, I can change it. thanks! <3)[/font][/size]

Grammatical errors – you have done some serious grammatical errors and I must ask you to correct them before being sorted. You didn’t use capital letters when writing the beginning of the sentences and names plus some other misspellings…

fixed =]

Must be Sournois!

[isabellee]

First Name: Kayla
Last Name: Moore
Age: 16
Appearance: Emily browning

History:
Kayla is from an Italian family but she was adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Moore, when she was born, she never gotten to know her real family but Mr. and Mrs. Moore are like real parents for her. Her parents adopted Kayla because they couldn’t get a child of their own but after they got Kayla Mrs. Moore got pregnant with a boy. Kayla had gotten a little brother called Jack. Three years younger than Kayla. She loves her little brother very much; Jack is a muggle, clearly. Unlike Kayla, Jack wasn’t home schooled. He went to an all boys school.

When they found out Kayla was witch her parents were both very supporting. Her little brother Jack was jealous at first and therefore made fun of Kayla. At first Kayla was home schooled by a wizard called Simon Marshall. He was a very good professor and Kayla’s parents paid him well for teaching her.

Being homeschooled was easy for Kayla, professor Marshall and Kayla became very good friends and he helped her with everything, even quidditch. It did cut her out social though, she didn’t had that many friends except her brother and her neighbor. But Kayla was glad to have professor Marshall because he was a friend to her. She didn’t mind being homeschooled at all but then…

Years go by and her parents became older, Mr. Moore became sick and Kayla stopped studying to help her dad. Jack kept going in school as normal but Kayla was there to help her father whenever he needed her. It was a sad time in her life but she was strong for her father. She took care of him and became very orderly.

During the time her father was sick Kayla and Jack grew stronger, they became tighter and started talking more. Because Jack was always worrying over their father and Kayla was always there comforting him, telling him everything was going to be just fine.

When Kayla turned fifteen her dad became healthy again and Kayla wanted a change. Her Mother and father were as always very supporting. And together they decided that Kayla was going to Beauxbatons.

Her brother became a bit sad of his sister leaving but accepted it eventually. It was hard for him because he loved his sister dearly; he looked up to her and needed her. Kayla didn’t know he needed her that much, Kayla didn’t see herself as a very strong person even though she was.



Personality:


Honest
Kayla is very honest; she never had a reason not to be honest. It was the way you were supposed to be – Kayla used to see it.

Loyalty
Kayla is the girl who stands up for her friends and never let them down even if that means that she has to do something that might scare her or something she isn’t comfortable with. For example when her father got sick, she took care of him even though she had school. She was there for him every day and night making sure he got his medicine and the food he needed. That was a part of Kayla’s life where she was very sad but she was being very strong just for her father’s sake.

Orderly
Kayla needs everything in its order, she freaks out if it isn’t, and that is mostly because of taking care of her sick father when she was younger everything had to be in order. Kayla writes lists of everything. Because she cant allow herself forget something. When she took care of her father she one time forgot to make a list and then forgot to give him his medicine. Which lead to Kayla feeling so guilty and her father ended up at the hospital.
From then on Kayla wrote down everything.

Shy/Out going
She can be taken as a shy person but when you get to know her she talks like no one else. When she’s with her little brother Jack, she is out going but if it’s a new person she know nothing about she can be a bit shy but that’s only to protect herself.

Sports
Kayla plays quidditch, as a seeker, it was always just for fun. Professor Marshall thought her and used to play together.

Confident
Kayla is not a very confident person but she doesn’t have low self esteem either. Shes not the girl who says “I know” when someone tells her shes pretty. Shes the girl who blushes and says “Thank you”

Curious
Kayla is very curious of herself but when she is she’s also very nervous. If she wants to find out something she can be very scared/nervous doing it

phobia
Kayla is scared of the dark, and being locked in somewhere not being able to get out.

Party
Kayla likes to party when she gets the chance, she loves dancing but mostly with her friends.

Sample RP:
Kayla was sitting in the common room with her list of things to do before being with her friends from the other house. She ignored the noises behind her; everyone was screaming and talking about the daily prophet. Something about death eaters attacking again. She shuddered by the thoughts of death eaters. She shook the thought of them out of her head, she didn’t want to think about that. It only made her feel ill. She didn’t notice her hands were shaking till she realized the pencil in her hand kept hitting her piece of paper, making small ink spots all over it. She dropped her pencil and ran her fingers through her dark long hair; she looked around her, then grabbed her things and ran out of the common room.

She needed to concentrate so she hurried up to the library. Her heart pounded faster as she took up the speed. The library was quiet just as she wanted it. She looked around wondering where she was going to sit, In the corner with not so much of light. It’d be hard to read there she thought. In the middle, she thought, then shook her head. No that’s too attention seeking Kayla thought. The table she used to sit by was taken by Nicholas White, she didn’t want to disturb him but she wanted to badly to sit by her table.

She took a deep breath and approached him; he looked up at her and smiled. “Hey Kayla” He said and Kayla smiled. He was in a good mood, she could tell. Otherwise he would had sighed, turn the page and pull up his round shaped glasses. Maybe even fix his tie a little. But no, she could tell he was in a good mood so she pulled out the chair and sat down. “Hi Nicholas” She smiled.


Done, hopefully this will work.

Please change your diplay name to match your character name

done I changed appearance by the way

Must be Rouerie.

[frida]

full name:

FRIDA MARIE CHAMBERS
( likes to be called EFFY )

age:

SEVENTEEN

appearance:

© graphic by me

history:

Frida, I mean Effy Marie Chambers. She was born into the easy life and couldn't find a way out of it. Everything was planned out for her, and nothing was left to decide upon. Effy usually had to measure up to her older siblings (brother and sister). So there was this weight on her shoulders and pressure that she couldn't get rid of, always trying to do her best and not fail to impress. Yes, you may think all she needed to do was study and get good grades, but there was much more to the story. Effy grew up in a rich family that held a lot of prestige to the Chambers name. Effy's brother, Elian, and sister, Rose, both were raised to be more respectful, use time wisely, and never disappoint. So it was like this family was perfect, and never showed a thing of angerment, hatred, shock, or anything that would ruin a respectful reputation. Effy was brought up the same way, but it wasn't like she and her siblings didn't brake the rules.

'Till birth to the age of twelve, Effy was very much a goody-goody mary-sue. She loved to be appreciated and loves to be the top honor in the wizardry and in muggle studies. She was homeschooled along with her brother and sister, and had a few friends, whose families were close to the Chambers. So there wasn't much exploring for Effy, not in the way that would cause trouble in her and her families rep. Though there is a family secret. Rose and Elian aren't that perfect. Rose is the oldest of the siblings, and at the age of eighteen ( when Effy was fifteen ), Rose got pregnant after one night of getting lose and just forgetting about good etiquette and reputations. It was sure a disgrace to the family and their mother, Sophia, and father, Dorian, wanted to move away from London, to Paris. But of course they couldn't. So they kept Rose a secret. She didn't like secrets, and was tired of being so proper and of the lectures her parents would give her, so she went off to Paris with her boyfriend, the father of the baby. Effy was left with no sister, but a brother with a drinking habit who occasionally would get drunk, and was only a year older than Effy. He started drinking at the age of fourteen, and never gotten ahold of balancing his drinking habit. Effy had a very strong and tight relationship with Rose and Elian. There was no controversy there, at all.

Effy, sixteen years old, sister Rose is pregnant and in Paris, doing whatever. Now she has Elian to have fun with. Now she has Elian who can teach her to let loose. It wasn't that Elian brain-washed all the goodness that surrounded Effy's senses. Ever since the day Rose left, after Effy's sixteenth birthday, she knew that the family was falling apart because of it's reputation and high-standard lifestyle. Effy wanted to live freely and live for real. Everyday after classes at night, Elian and Effy would go out secretly or give an excuse, and go to the secret teenage hangouts/clubs around London, where other witches and wizards lived. As a child, Effy never understood how to talk up for herself. She was always told that a child should be seen and not heard. That was the worst saying she could have ever heard. Effy had a lot of things to say, but there was just no way where she would be able to voice her opinion. Not in her world. But Elian beg to differ. He taught Effy to just go crazy and be herself. Which was the crazy-creative, humorous, but impatient girl she is.

Those rebellious and barmy months and days were over. Effy and Elian were caught. Yes, Elian cared much for her sister's Effy's health, but he also cared for her well-being and mind. He didn't want his sister to be a computer where everything was done for her, and she didn't learn. Blatantly, Elian was really the real mentor to Effy, since both their relationships with their parents were not strong enough, since all was cared for was reputation and money, Elian and Effy both relied on each other. Elian is only a year older than Effy and therefore held responsible for everything she would do. It wasn't easy for Elian to make sure that Effy was OK. Since usually they would get lost and would have to find each other roaming around the streets of London. One day, on Effy's seventeenth birthday, she was no where to be found. Elian had an idea that she would be at their favorite witch and wizard teenage club. Effy was no where to be found. Roaming around the streets with his few friends in search for Effy, she was found near a muggle bar, with two of her guy friends smoking and drinking. Effy was bloody wasted. Elian and his friends took Effy home, and their parents were very shocked and worried.

Elian and Effy's parents both called them blinkered children and that they acted like bums. Effy was not in her right mind, that she took everything and it went through one ear right out the other. Elian was just as shocked as his parents were. Especially when he was blamed for what had happened to Effy. Elian had enough of it all. So he stormed upstairs and brought down Effy's suitecase filled with her clothing, and his own suitecase with his stuff packed. He wanted to leave, and he knew exactly where. Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Yes, it was a weird chose. But he knew about the school and thought Effy and himself were better of there. Since that night, they left for Beauxbatons.

personality:

Effy was always quiet and being told what to do as a child and growing up was never freely expressed on her part. She was always seen but never heard. It was tough for Effy to actually express herself and be her own unique person. Elian, her brother, broke that Effy and renewed the Effy that was hiding inside.

Seventeen-year-old Effy is now more confident and more expressed. She says mostly whatever is on her mind, and would find them funny. Effy would be the one who is called miss giggles. She has a blank stare but then cries out to laughter that sets people off into a brill of laughter. She finds humour as her confident boost. And there is not one day where Effy would want to not be heard or seen. She hates being ignored and just left out of the seen. She would get into anything by being mysteriously curious and sneaky to be in on a plan or secret.

Effy is also a creative junky. She loves to express herself by wacky outfits and listen to different types of music, mostly pop and rock. There's always abstract stuff that would define her, but other people may see what Effy see's, as a different thing in their perspective. That is just something that Effy doesn't care about. Mostly she finds herself listening to her inner self and ignoring all the negative that surrounds her. But that doesn't mean she doesn't care about what people think. Of course she does. It's not like everything that her parents taught her is forgotten. She's like the mom that her mom was never. You can tell her anything and she'd sure to listen to you and give you advice, and hey maybe throw in a brill ching wag of a joke to make you smile.

Effy is very clumsy and she tends to knock over stuff or trip carelessly. Mostly if she's mad, impatient or just nervous. She would drop something, trip over ( even on her own feet ), and most of the time Effy wouldn't even be embarrassed. Its very weird but she does take the joy out of getting trampled over her own feet, and turns it to one of her smart british jokes. One other thing she takes a crack out of is when she see's a person mad and very dodgy. Just seeing a person arguing with their angry faces and weird angry expressions, makes Effy just take it as a joke. And most of the time she can be hated for that, but her senses kick it and she would leave the laughter for later, since again, she hates to be hated.

sample rp:

There was something gallivanting about. Probably something to fanny around with. But what exactly could be going on? Nothing. That was what was happening, and Effy was sick of it. It wasn’t her fancy to just be lagging around and just doing nothing. Doing nothing was a sin in her book. Yeah, stupid right? Well a high-spirited person cannot live with nothing, she would have to do something. Now all of this fancy talk would drive people crazy, but it just comes to show you how Effy comes about to be hating this day. It wasn’t a regular day for Effy, especially being in her new environment and just getting caught up on all the engaged cinch that people put themselves in to. She was different. Work, especially wizardry,, was something that Effy did most of her life. And it was something she was very good at, mostly because everything was being unfairly rushed and jammed into her brain at the earliest.
And it seems very funny how such a tied down girl and let her knot loose and get all stringy and tie herself with trouble instead. Effy didn’t care too much though, it was something that had to be done and something that her and her brother, Elian, knew was for the best. To them they were getting no where with snobby blokes as parents. And yes they didn’t care. Hence, Effy and Elian are residing at Beauxbatons. But their blokes of parents don’t know that...at all. Yes it may seem rebellious but Effy and Elian didn’t give a s**t. Well, as long as they don’t get damned then everything will run smoothly on Elian’s plan.

* * *

The silence was broken by a loud thump on the ground, that sounded like a heavy boy just flung himself to the ground. But it was actually the sound of a large suitcase filled of clothes falling, followed by a low grunt coming from a very pissed off Effy. She let out a high sigh and swallowed a large amount of water, slamming the glass down on her side-table. Skimming around the empty and cold-filled airy room, there was a feeling of regret in her mind, that left her thinking why she came here. It wasn’t like Effy was in her right mind when Elian chose to make his drastic decision. ”Oh gawd, for all I fxcking do,” Effy whispered, but it seemed as if the wind carried it along.
There was a sudden loud ring of Effy’s cell phone. She plopped up and took a quick breath surprised. ”Elian?” she asked. There was a moment of silence in Effy’s room except for the spontaneous high pitched voice of Elian’s carrying over the phone and flooding the silence. ”If you haven’t noticed, we just gotten here, and already you have fxcking antics up your sleeves! Fine, fine, fine, I’ll be there, but don’t expect me to chivvy along and wind up to what you have in mind,” Effy answered but before she was close to finishing, Elian hung up the phone in a hurry of excitement. It wasn’t like Effy was completely worried about what crazy plans the shenanigan Elian had. Of course Effy wanted friends and such, and knew that if she and Elian caused major trouble, that actually disappointed and made everyone angry, then yes, Effy would back down from this plan. But she wasn’t the kind of girl who would back down and be a cautious cat. She hated that then, and despised it now.
Rushing up and down the corridors, it was fairly easy to find the grand entrance door of the castle. She pushed open the door, and ran straight down the cobblestoned pathway. Stopping to take large, but fast gulps of breath, Effy skimmed around her surroundings to look for a tall, eighteen-year-old boy, with shaggy unkempt dark hair, up to no good intentions. ”HEY OVER HERE!” Effy turned around almost tripping on her converse. She saw a happy-go-lucky boy waving at her furiously and signaling her to hurry down over quickly. Effy ran once more, further down to Elian and knew what he was up to. Elian was holding his wand, and in his other hand he held a small book, with the title ‘DARK MAGIC, DARK SECRETS, ANCIENT SPELLS’. No matter how much fun and excitement this will have on Elian and Effy, Effy knew that this was a definite bad idea. Especially when dealing with dark magic. ”Um...Elian? Are you sure about this? I mean...what are you going to do?” Effy said between short breathes. So you might have thought that Effy was the person who loves to let loose, but in this new environment the beginning is always safe when cautious, according to Effy. ”What are you worried about sis? Oh...and call me Alien like you used to when we were young,” Elian said, ready to chant the spell, and keeping his plan a secret. Effy laughed that Elian wanted to be called Alien, though she did really miss those days where it was all innocent laugh and play. But these days, there’s just more thrill. As Elian finished the spell, there was a loud voice that shouted, ”Expellimarus!” Elian’s wand then flinged out of his grip and Effy knew they, or Elian, were in big trouble.

Must be Cossu

[mystelle]

Please ignore this post. I wrote up a profile for a different character on the wrong account, and as you can't delete your own posts I'm just saying ignore this.

[pokemonskittles]

ELIZABETH CAROLINE FALLOW

First Name:
Elizabeth

Last Name:
Fallow

Age:
S.I.X.T.E.E.N. candles

I'VE GOT YOUR PICTURE
A.P.P.E.A.R.A.N.C.E.

Elizabeth is very beautiful. Standing at 5'11", she is 130 lbs. She has long, curly blond hair that she never tries to do much with, because it usually does what it wants to, anyway. Her eyes are light blue and can be quite striking when they pierce into someone else's stare. She has pale, porcelain-looking skin, never getting many blemishes. Elizabeth tends to wear only smiple makeup. Sometimes she lets her lips go red, however, she usually only wears mascara and eyeliner. Always black.

Elizabeth has two small scars on her neck; two bumps that are a bit over and inch apart from one another. She doesn't like the scars to show, so she will hide them with her long hair, or sometimes a scarf. She doesn't like the truth to be displayed like a warning signal on her neck.

Elizabeth's wardrobe is elegant. She scarcely wears jeans, though when she does they're always skinny and dark. Usually, she prefers flowing skirts or simple dresses. She also likes flowing shirts. She's a very "flowy" dresser. Elizabeth likes the look and feel of her clothes moving with her. Her feet are abnormally small for her tall stance, and on them she likes to wear simple ballet flats, or else she simply goes barefoot, for she likes the feeling of the ground below her. All of her clothes are from top designers, for she has no taste for bargain items.

I'M COMING WITH YOU
H.I.S.T.O.R.Y.

Elizabeth was born into a kind, muggle family in England. Daughter of Emily and Henry Fallow, she never had even heard of magic, except, of course, in the fairy tales she loved to read. She had a nice life. Her mother taught her how to cook and her father taught her how to dream. Henry was a writer, and he filled Elizabeth's mind with all of the stories he had inside his head. Elizabeth loved her life. She was kind and happy and idealistic. It wasn't until she was seven years old that anything began to change.

When Elizabeth was seven, she and her father had a terrible argument. They never had argued much at all, and this was definitely the worst they had ever had. And, at the very climax of the argument, the strangest thing happened: The living room window, which Elizabeth was approximately two feet away from, burst into pieces. It was terrifying to say the least. Then, only a week later, the same thing happened with the china cup Elizabeth was sipping from when she and her mom had gotten into a spat while having tea. Soon things such as these happened more and more often, and Elizabeth became more and more aggravated. Her parents came to fear her. They took her to a doctor who assured them that Elizabeth was in good health, and that the odd happenings they were experiencing were all coincidences and in her head. Then to a therapist, who said the same, and that possibly Elizabeth was trying to act up so as to receive more attention. But, the more frightened attention Elizabeth received from her parents, the more angry and reserved she became. At age nine, Elizabeth was a sad, depressed, and lonely child. She refused to make friends and she refused to talk to anybody.

When Elizabeth was nine and a half, something equally as destructive happened to her. One night, when her mother was cleaning up after dinner, someone knocked on the door. As Elizabeth was washing the dishes, she heard her father open the door, and then heard a very unfamiliar voice ask if they could speak with her. It was very odd, you know, being asked for at such a time at night by anyone, let alone someone with such a voice as that. So Elizabeth put down the plate she had been scrubbing and walked to the front door, where her father blocked her from view of the stranger. She couldn't see him, but she was terribly curious as to who this man was. "Come now." The stranger said, "I just want one word with ze girl." What an odd voice, indeed.

Her father told the stranger to leave immediately, and the stranger chuckled under his breath. He really did have a frightening voice, Elizabeth realized. And after a few more moments of hesitation from her father, something else unexplainable happened. Elizabeth saw two dashes of red light as her father nearly collapsed on top of her. She didn't have time to look back and see that her mother had also collapsed before another painful dash of red light hit her and made her fall...

When Elizabeth woke up, she felt different. She was in an unfamiliar, though comfortable bed, her neck hurt unbearably, and she was terribly hungry. Before she could do so much as to sit up, someone entered into the just as unfamiliar room. The man was tall and pale with jet black hair and eyes. "Ah, I see zat you are up." He said, and, as Elizabeth recognized the strange voice, she remembered what had happened...

"Where are my parents?" She asked the stranger.

"I suppose zat zey would be back in Eengland. Probably looking for you. Ah but eet doesn't matter. Zey won't look for long."

"Back in England... You mean we're not-"

"No, no, I'm afraid zat we are een France now, my dear." Said the stranger. He seemed much nicer now then he had last night, but Elizabeth was terrified. The stranger elxplained to her that he was a "wizard" and that she was a "witch". He said that he had been watching her for quite some time and that a "muggle" family was no place for a "witch" like her. He assured her that he had simply "stunned" her parents last night and that they would be perfeclty alright. He said that he had "apparated" them to France and that he was now going to teach her of the "Wizarding World". He said all of this, but Elizabeth didn't understand a word of it. All that she understood was that she wanted to go back home to her parents.

"Well," Said Alexander (who had, by this point, had introduced himself) "I am afraid zat zey may not want you like zis..." And at that Alexander explained, a bit late, that he was not only a wizard, but a vampire as well, and that Elizabeth had just joined him as a vampire, herself. Elizabeth rose her hand to her neck, where she felt the source of the throbbing: two bumps were now present on the left side of her neck. She could have thrown up, only there was nothing in her stomach to throw up... She was terribly hungry, she realized... For blood.

After a week in hysterics, having refused to eat anything, Elizabeth finally agreed to go hunting with Alexander. Alexander explained himself as a good vampire; he never killed humans, he said, unless they deserved it. The "unless they deserved it" part sent chills through Elizabeth's spine, but she listened to him teach her how to suck the blood out of animals. She watched him demonstrate with a growling stomach and watering mouth, even though she knew she should be terribly disgusted. She learned how to be a vampire that day, and learned what it meant to be "thirsty".

For years Elizabeth stayed with Alexander. He became her mentor and she began to realize that this thing he called magic wasn't all terrible. She missed her family only a little, as she grew more and more cold-hearted. Elizabeth saw magic as a curse rather than a blessing, you see, because it had sacrificed her happiness while at home, and eventually had taken that home away from her entirely. Being a vampire only added to that curse. She didn't like it, but she tried to embrace it, knowing that it was the only power she had over her life, now.

Alexander, having lived an exciting life of piracy and theft, had acquired a vast fortune that he insisted to Elizabeth was all taken from greedy hands. She didn't much mind, seeing as the money bought her pretty dresses and expensive jewelry. Even a girl such as her could enjoy fine things.

When Elizabeth was 15, having grown into a beautiful young lady vampire, Alexander began talking about sending her away. "Beauxbatons Academy" he called it. As hesitant as she was to be pulled away from yet another home, Elizabeth had to oblige, and in a year she was packed and ready to go. Now she is 16 years old, and she is on her way into a new adventure here.

DEAR MARIA
P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L.I.T.Y.

Elizabeth is a bit cold. She used to be idealistic, but her past has changed so much of her, that she can scarcely remember her parents faces, let alone her own young heart. She dislikes muggles and muggle-borns, adding to her self-loathing. Alexander taught her that the best blood is pure blood, so she doesn't like to associate with people of the same blood as herself. She figures that, if she surrounds herself with people of higher power, then she will at least be able to pretend to herself to be of pure-blood.

Elizabeth is also extremely sarcastic. She thinks that to be ignorant is a great disgrace, and doesn't have patience for people who aren't quick-witted, like herself. She is also very franc, giving her honest opinion, even if -sometimes only if- it's a nasty one. She doesn't particularly enjoy people's company, unless they are good enough for her to associate with; however, since she hasn't associated with anyone other than Alexander in almost seven years, She tends to not appreciate company at all.

Having no structure in her life at all, Elizabeth doesn't have the patience for schedules. She will arrive to places and classes when she's ready to, not caring entirely about the consequences. She does, however, arrive early more often then late, since she tends to not have much else to do. She isn't extremely scholarly, though she is very smart. She doesn't much care about grades, though she often does quite well on exams. She likes to read, and often receives most of her information through books, not minding the teacher during class.

Elizabeth also knows of how beautiful she is, and often uses it to her advantage. Being very intuitive, she can tell when someone is admiring her beauty, and she can easily charm them into participating with her, as she is very manipulative. She views most humans as ignorant, and she doesn't mind playing cat-and-mouse with any one of them. It isn't long, however, until she loses her patience with them and stops seducing them. She will only go so far before she stops dealing with humans, for she knows that if she takes it too far, they will cling on to her charm, and she won't see the end of it.

Elizabeth does have real feelings. She get broken-hearted just like everybody else, though she hates to show her emotions. She bottles them up and stores them with all of the other negative emotions she has kept inside herself throughout the years. She will not talk to anybody about what she's really feeling, unless she trusts them without question, which happens only scarcely and never quickly. Even Alexander hasn't won over her trust completely. She hates discussing her past with people and won't stand for pity parties. She is, however, really just a broken girl trying to look strong. And even though Elizabeth is terribly cold now, there is still a part of her that dreams sometimes. She dreams about what her life would be if she never had broken that window so long ago... She dreams about what it would be like to not be magical...

COUNT ME IN
S.A.M.P.L.E. R.P.

Elizabeth woke with a start. She didn't know where she was, though she did know two things: she was hungry, and there was someone in the room. As the soft, delicious smell of human blood graced her nose, she inhaled, knowing how to restrain herself. She tried very hard to remember where she was that she would be smelling humans... And then the realization came to her as she let out a small groan. She had only been at Beauxbatons Academy for two days and already she was dreaming about home. Humans were everywhere here. Taunting her. It wasn't fair to be pushed into such a world as this when she had been in seclusion from them for so many years.

Sighing, the sixteen-year-old rose out of bed without making a sound and found her favourite cashmere sweater still packed away in her suitcase. Slipping it on, Elizabeth pocketed her wand and exited the dorm room, distancing herself from her sleeping roommate. She began meandering aimlessly through the large castle that called itself Beauxbatons Academy. She didn't bother lighting her wand, for she did not feel the urge to explain herself to a professor this late at night. It wasn't as if she had an explanation for being awake. Why did she need one, anyway? Just to be safe, she focused her energy on the scent of the castle, knowing that she would most likely be able to sniff out a human's approach.

So off she went, through abandoned corridors and down terribly long spiral staircases. She wasn't entirely sure what she thought of this place. And the paintings, oh the paintings they were absolutely wretched. She didn't particularly enjoy art when it was still, let alone when it could move and talk. Sure, she had seen moving pictures before, like the ones found in the newspaper, but never talking pictures. It was terrible, having those paintings try and strike up a conversation with her. They weren't even human. They were less than human... and they thought themselves worthy to... Well, nevermind. At any rate, Elizabeth didn't like them one bit.

Finally, having almost lost her way, Elizabeth found herself at the entrance way to the great castle. She decided, without much thought, to take herself on a midnight stroll, and so she did just that. Opening the enormous door, Elizabeth stepped out into the chilly night air and wandered her way in the direction of the lake. She thought that it must look rather beautiful at nighttime, reflecting the stars and such. It was stunning when she had caught a glance of it on her first day here, and so, naturally, the diamond painted sky must make it almost too marvelous to behold. And who knew, perhaps she would find something interesting waiting for her at the lake...

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