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Post by vasilisa natalia petrov on Nov 17, 2009 20:56:48 GMT -5
Full Name:
Raksha Sin Amisi Cromwell
Blood:
Vampire
Birthday & Age:
December 4th / Seventeen-Years-Old
Extra Powers:
compulsion
mind reading
heightened sences
superhuman strength
Appearance:
Family:
 
Ra Sefu Usi Cromwell - Father - Vampire - 28 (463)
Ambrosine Juliet Cromwell - Mother - Vampire - 72 (301)
 
April Lynn Breann Cromwell - Sister - Vampire - 18
Anthony Michael Jason Cromwell - Brother - Vampire - 17
 
Joycelyn Annabella Rose Cromwell - Sister - Vampire - 16
Linda Jade Pride Cromwell - Sister - Vampire - 15
Pets:
none
History:
Born on December 4th in Dover, England in 1695 to a loving couple named Clarissa and Charles Stanford. As a child Raksha was adored by her mother, but ignored by her father since she was born a girl and not a boy as he had wished. She was named after her mother's mother who had died a week before her birth. When she was about five years old her father was charged with the murder of a local duke and was hung in front of her and her mother. The two moved to London hoping to find a better life there and leave behind the painful memories of the ones they kept back home. Her mother re-married to a duke who seemed to have a small liking to Raksha while she fond him to be completely disgusting. She knew her mother could sence this and wrote her a note incase anything should happen to her which she hid inside her favorite book. After a year of pretending to be a happy little family a wealthy boy who was at least eight years Raksha's elder asker for her hand in marriage. She had only met the boy a few times at the family's parties, but she agreed, mostly to anger her new father.
A few weeks before the two were due to be wed Raksha's mother was found in her bed, poisoned by tainted wine which was still cupped by her now cold hand. It didn't take her long to find the well hidden letter telling her a little piece of wisdom which has been passed down from generation to generation to each female in the night family line. People die. Beauty Fades. Love Changes. And you will always be alone. Since then she has lived by that bit of wisdom. Raksha came up with a plan to get back at the Duke for killing her mother and getting away with it. She called off the wedding, leaving her ex fiance heart broken, but not broken enough since he just went after then next beautiful girl who came along. Her father, like she planned, went after her hand and she accepted. They were quickly wed and on the night of their wedding she poisoned her husbands drink just as she had done to her mothers and waited for it to do it's job. It worked quickly, as she hoped, but he had enough time for her to give him a small kiss on the forehead and speak three words before he killed over.
"karma's a b****." The same night she packed her things and quickly ran from their house leaving for paris france, laughing as she did so. When she reached paris she made quick friends when a man and his wife and their only daughter, April. She lived with them for a few months until she began to notice something strange about the three of them. They didn't eat much, and always drank nothing but red wine even during the day. When the family began to realize Raksha was beginning to become suspicious they explained their ways and what they were to her hoping she would understand. Of course just like anyone else in her place she began with a laugh, then realizing how serious they were she began to freak out on them as well. She tried to run, but but the husband was too fast and before she knew it he was apologizing and biting her. A few days later she woke up in a two bedroom room with an unfamiliar boy laying next to her still asleep. As she went down stairs April began to explain to her calmly what had happened and who the boy upstairs was.
It turned out that while she was being turned she was letting out loud screams which a boy nearby heard and went to go check out. As he barged into the home he saw Ra with his fangs already sinking into Raksha's neck causing Ambrosine to do the only thing she could think of. Bite him as well. For the next hundred years Raksha and Anthony worked together to surpress their thirst for blood in hopes of being able to live amung humans once again. But one slipped up and bit Jocelyn as she was walking home with her father from a day out in the town. Raksha killed her father while Anthony bit Jocelyn. Realizing what he did he quickly brought the girl back home, seeing as she was still alive, hoping there was something Ra and Ambrosine could do. Again they went through the same lessons; teaching Jocelyn the same things they learned on how to avoid bloodshed, but jsut like the two of them she slipped as well and bit their newer sister, Linda. With people seeming to dissappear left and right due to Linda's uncontrollable thirst the family quickly moved to Paris, France in hopes ot starting freash and being able to teach Linda too.
Personality:
Raksha Cromwell is a natural born leader, ever since she was a little kid and because of that she normally takes charge of certain situations if she has to or not. She is strong and has her head on her shoulders. Able to quickly figure out what's right and what's wrong even if it's somewhat of a mystery to others. When she knows what she has to do, Raksha just does it no matter what. Raksha is a very impatient person especially when it comes to dealing when men and at times certain women. She finds it hard to deal with people who do not keep up with her and what's going on around them. An aura of authority surrounds Raksha since a lot of the time she takes on the responcability others don't want. She is easily respected, even so she does not respect others as easily. They would have to do something heroic or be able to keep up with her on a daily basis to gain it. When Raksha devotes herself to something, she gives it her all, even if everyone tells her she's going to do nothing but fail. She knows her body and mind quite well and always knows her limits even so she always tries to break them.
Raksha is an expert marital artist. It seems to be one of the only things which keeps her on her toes besides her family overall and it gives her a way to get her anger out in a healthy way. She is tough, fearless, and will take on anyone if she has to. Raksha could care less about what someone is, how much power they have, or who they are overall. If they threaten her or her family and friends in any way they will one day feel her wrath. But at times she can be romantic and passionate, but only on the rare occasion that she finds someone who she believes is good enough for her. She doesn't like just anyone; they'd have to be strong both physically and emotionally and at times even that's not enough. Raksha is a fairly reserved person; she does not like to tell everybody about her problems, just to those who are closest to her. This makes Raksha hard to get to know, but even is she becomes comfortable with you, she still isn't as open as most would think. She always has to win. Raksha does whatever it takes to get what she wants and giving up is not an option for her.
Sample RP:
The day started out better then most for Raksha as she smiled more then she growled at others who crossed her path. She had, for once, waken up on the better side of bed with no thoughts of Jeremy or Rose in the beginning of her day. It wasn't really normal for her to be this happy, but when life gives you lemons you make lemon-aid. Right? As she sat on her house's front porch she watched the cloudless sky let a bit too much of the sun's rays in and it began to slightly burn her eyes. Raksha was never used to sunny days, but whenever they happened to come around she was more then great full. Today she planned on spending her time at the beach since she had a day off from school she was ready to have as much fun as she could before the rain came back to ruin it all. Dressed in her normal clothes (t-shirt, jeans, & a pair of flip-flops), she went back inside to her bathroom and grabbed one of her larger towels and was out the door and heading toward the beach. She really had no idea who would be out, but she was somehow sure she's run into Jeremy and Rose one way or another. There was always something to ruin her day and they were always that something.
As she made her way down toward the beach she could already see April and her small band of friends messing around and just being girls. So far there was no sign of the couple as she laid out her towel and began to strip off her outer layer of clothes. At first Raksha was thinking about soaking up some sun and maybe getting more of a tan, but she figured it would be best to go swimming today. Since if the two did come she could always just swim away or hide underwater until she was out of sight and run the heck out of there. Walking out toward the water once she reached it's edge, instead of testing it she just walked right in. Raksha never minded the cold waters, she was quite used to it since she would always play in the ocean as a child. As the water became deeper and finally reached her stomach she dived straight in, one of the easiest ways of getting used to any temperature of water. As she resurfaced she could hear her name being called out by a male's voice, imeditally she could tell it was her brother. Raksha waved at Anthony to help him see where she was as he splashed his way through the ocean's cold waters. He had a small smile on his face and she could just tell he was up to no good. "So what do you want?"
Raksha asked as she was sprayed with a cold wave of water made by Anthony as he finally reached her. In the distance she could see her 'best friend' Rose and her ex Jeremy, make their way toward the two siblings. "Oh no! I'm not talking to her at all, at least not with him around. Anthony get rid of them!" And with that last bit she dove back under water and made her way quickly toward the large cliff and resurfaced behind the massive rock. A few younger teens around 14-16 were jumping off the rock one by one and into the ocean, some missing her by a foot, but mostly they kept to the opposite area at the bottom. She watched her brother point toward the cliff as a frown was already formed on Rose's lips and Jeremy's were pressed together slightly. "I'm gonna kill that kid," spoke Raksha aloud as she continued to watch the couple and her brother speak. She was too far away from them to hear anything, just small bits and pieces here and there. But nothing that would give the main topic away from her, just enough to keep it out of her reach. Turning back around the faced the ocean and put her back toward the beach, she dove into the water and began to swim quickly outward heading toward nothing but open water.
She could hear the calls of multiple voices coming from the beach from where the three were standing. It wasn't as if she was about to swim back over there and try and make nice with her 'best friend' and Jeremy. She was dead set on at least trying to keep her smile up and not having to fake it for the rest of the day.
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Post by devyndelaney on Nov 17, 2009 23:43:22 GMT -5
  ( ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF ! )FIRST NAME: Devyn (previously Dante)
MIDDLE NAME(S): Damiano, Frederick
LAST NAME: Delaney (previously Hohenstaufen)
NICKNAME(S): Dev, Devvy, Dame, Damiano, Double-D, 3D, Mr. Casanova, Gramps (call him that, I dare you.)
AGE: 800 years old (appears to be 18)
BLOODLINE: Pureblood Wizard, Vampire
( THE MAN IN THE MIRROR ! ) Standing at 6 feet exactly, Devyn isn’t the shortest guy around, but probably isn’t the tallest either. He has an athletic frame, and likes to stay in shape, so needless to say, he’s a healthy guy, for someone who’s almost totally dead. Devyn was enchanting blue eyes, usually the color of the ocean waters. Other times, they have the color of dark waters, and sometimes, they’re an icy color, usually when he’s using vampiric power. He has poetic eyes, full of mystery and intrigue. He has the kind of eyes that makes you want to know more about him, but you feel that it might be dangerous, because they look like they’re hiding something. Nonetheless, you want to search behind them. They aren’t that of a caveman, but Devyn does have thick-ish eyebrows, which have a natural upward arch. They’re typical guy eyebrows, but wouldn’t work on anyone but him. He has a strong, Italian nose, kind of like the one you’d imagine on a button-nosed knight in shining armor. One of the most unique facial features Devyn possesses is his voluminous lips. They are fuller than most guys’ lips. He gets it from his mother, who also had full lips; Of course, a seductive countess couldn’t have anything less that pouty lips to match her full figure. Devyn doesn’t have as big of a chin, as he does lips. His face comes to a dull point, but Devyn’s strong jawline makes up for that. He usually has a five o’clock shadow, but occasionally shaves. He see’s it as more of a hassle that a must-do, shaving. While we’re on the subject of hair, Devyn has rich, chocolate colored hair, usually cut generally short, but sometimes he likes to let it grow a little, so he can have a suave, fashionisto look. As for the rest of his body, he’s not incredibly hairy. He’s usually pretty good about getting waxed, especially his chest, stomach, and back. Thankfully, his family wasn’t hairy. Of course, he does have hair on his legs and arms, which he leaves alone.
A man is nothing without his wardrobe, or so Devyn says. He’s liked clothes ever since he was little, which is a long time, seeing as how he’s 800 years old. He came from royalty, and lived with a king and queen, who were also emperor and emperess. He’s always been used to having the nicest clothes, never wearing any kind of knock-off or cheapie brand. Goodwill and thrift clothings stores are repulsive, in his view. He likes to wear anything brand name, especially suits. He’s a big fan of Italian suits. Even when he’s just lounging, he looks like a model. He likes things that are conservative, preppy, and well, you just can’t put a label on his style. But, one word to sum up his style…Giorgio Armani. He see’s that man as a god. Giorgio is his favorite designer. He's had 800 years worth of style.
( RECKLESS ACTS AND PROVEN FACTS ! ) LIKES: women, men, lustful relationships, flings, photography, everything Giorgio Armani, italian suits, Sicily, being a vampire, biting fetishes, hunting, making jokes, hard rock music, sex (of course), quidditch, morning runs, firearms, weapon combat, medieval style, the renaissance era, hexing people, flirting, seduction, hanging out with his guy friends, shopping, blowing money, ect.
DISLIKES: rap music, casanova haters, history of magic class, knock-off labels, apologizing, sappy moments, romantic comedy films, his father, most of his royal family, two-faced people, bloodline discrimination, bigotry, vampire haters, most werewolves, opera, musicals, ect.
It’s difficult to sum up Devyn’s personality in just a few choice words. But, Devyn’s is definitely one of a kind, and he’s quite a card. First off, let’s start with his humor. That’s one thing that Devyn has a limited supply of. He is hilarious. 800 years of life enabled you to pick up many senses of humor. He’s picked up many different era’s of humor. He’s been around since the 12th century, and every era had a different kind of humor, and he has all of them stored in his brain. Sometimes, he can sound sarcastic, but he’s not really that much of a sarcastic person. He’s more of a gut-busting laugh generator. He doesn’t try to be funny, either. He’ll just say something and the person he’s with will just all of a sudden bust out laughing. Devyn likes to laugh, himself. He’s always up for a good time, whether it’s a party or just making someone laugh. He’s a fun guy. His humor definitely mixes in well with his next most dominant trait.
Flirting is something that Devyn does very well, and has done very well since he was 14. When he was still human, he was a catholic boy, going to a catholic private school until he was eighteen. Technically, he wasn’t supposed to think about sex and girls and all of that, but he never bought into it. For a while, he was seriously catholic, but that was only until he enjoyed the experience of his “first time”. He mellowed out about religion, flirting with every girl in sight. After he was turned into a vampire and had a price on his head thanks to his father, he gave up on religion and became a real life Casanova. He flirted with every beautiful girl, and eventually, with guys too. Life’s too short to live the same night twice, right? He’s an expert in seduction. He always gets who he wants, one way or another, whether it takes five minutes or five months, he’ll get them. He’s just the type of guy that wants to have a good time and never let life get boring.
Devyn is pretty carefree, thanks to his no commitment rule. He doesn’t like to get attatched to anything. Deep down, he knows they’ll end up dying and he’ll live on forever. He’s not just a normal vampire, he’s a descendant of an ancient vampire bloodline. He’s strong and immortal, which is why he loves to be a daredevil. He loves trying new and dangerous things. He loves the adrenaline rush he gets when he does something life-endangering. What was the point of being an immortal vampire with all these super-powers without being able to enjoy them? He wasn’t an out of control vampire…anymore. He’s learned to control his blood lust, and doesn’t have to feed as much as he used to. The older you grew, the less you had to feed.
Usually, Devyn is pretty cool and collected, but sometimes he lets his temper get the best of him. He comes from a long line of men with tempers, and casanova’s. His father was quite the Casanova, and he had quite the temper. He was quiet until you got him angry. Except when he was in public, of course. He loved to make a splash, usually to say blasphemous things. That wasn’t Devyn’s thing, being a negative public spectacle, though he did attention when he was young, but the vampire thing changed him. Let’s just say that you don’t want to be on his bad side, or you’ll find yourself on the receiving end of his fist. You do not want him as an enemy. Consider yourself warned.
He can be kind of smug sometimes. He loves being right, and loves to prove people wrong, especially when they say he can't do something. He corrects someone automatically if they say or do something wrong, which is probably agitating. He see's vampires as superior, which makes his hate for bigotry kind of hypocritical sometimes. He takes pride in being a vampire, and knows that he could take out a human before they took knowledge of him, so he had a reason to believe that vampires were the superior race, which is why he doesn't get along with most werewolves, because he believes vampires are better than wolves, too. But that isn't saying he cant have a wolf friend.
Although he may act reckless, Devyn is pretty intelligent. You didn’t live to be 800 by being stupid. He has gut insticts, and usually follows them. He’s always gotten good grades, and went to many ivy league colleges in his day. He’s wise beyond his years, which is saying something, since he’s ancient. He has many, many stories. Caution yourself before you ask him for advice, because he has a story for everything. He’s a Sicilian boy, so stories are a big part of his life. He’s like the Sophia Petrillo of The Golden Girls. If he doesn’t have a story, he makes one up. He’s interesting in that respect. There’s always a gem of wisdom, hidden in his stories and parables. It plays in with his artistic side. He’s really into photography, evidently, since he always has a camera with him. You don’t live through the Renaissance and come away with no artistic ability. He’s had experience with photography, painting, and singing, though the two latter he hides.
What’s left to say about Devyn? He’s not a complicated guy, although his eyes perceive make him look mysterious. Maybe he is, and don’t know it. So, to sum this up, let’s say that he’s funny, wise, hilarious, flirtatious, seductive, and artistic. Oh, who are we kidding. You can’t bottle Devyn up in simple words! Shame on you!
( THE FALLEN LEAF OF THE FAMILY TREE ! ) NAME: Frederick II of Hohenstaufer
RELATIONSHIP: Father
OCCUPATION: King of Sicily, Holy Roman Emperor
Frederick II of Hohenstaufen (1194-1250) was Holy Roman Emperor (King of the Romans) from his papal coronation in 1220 until his death; he was also a pretender to the title of King of the Romans from 1212 and unopposed holder of that monarchy from 1215. As such, he was King of Germany, of Italy, and of Burgundy. He was also King of Sicily from his mother's inheritance. His original title was King of Sicily, which he held as Frederick I from 1198 to his death. His other royal titles, accrued for a brief period of his life, were King of Cyprus and Frederick I of Jerusalem by virtue of marriage and his connection with the Sixth Crusade. He was raised and lived most of his life in Sicily, with his mother, Constance, being the daughter of Roger II of Sicily. His empire was frequently at war with the Papal States, and thus he was excommunicated twice and often vilified in pro-papal chronicles of the time. Pope Gregory IX went so far as to call him the Antichrist. He was known in his own time as Stupor mundi ("wonder of the world") and was said to speak six languages: Latin, Sicilian, German, French, Greek and Arabic. By contemporary standards, Frederick was an enlightened ruler, being an avid patron of science and the arts. He was patron of the Sicilian School of poetry. His Sicilian royal court in Palermo, from around 1220 to his death, saw the first use of a literary form of an Italo-Romance language, Sicilian. The poetry that emanated from the school predates the use of the Tuscan idiom as the preferred language of the Italian peninsula by at least a century. The school and its poetry were well known to Dante and his peers and had a significant influence on the literary form of what was eventually to become the modern Italian language.
NAME: Constance of Aragon
RELATIONSHIP: Stepmother
OCCUPATION: Queen of Sicily, Holy Roman Empress
Constance of Aragon (1179-1222) was an Aragonese infanta who was by marriage firstly Queen consort of Hungary, and secondly Queen consort of Germany and Sicily and Holy Roman Empress. She was the second child and eldest daughter of the nine children of Alfonso II of Aragon and Sancha of Castile. Constance and Frederick were married in the Sicilian city of Messina on 15 August 1209. In the ceremony, she was crowned Queen of Sicily. By this time, Constance was thirty years old and her new husband only fifteen. She acquired a stepson in 1209, thanks to her cheating husband, who she later forgave. Two years later, in 1211, Constance gave birth a son, called Henry, who later had a tragic end.Constance was crowned Holy Roman Empress while their son Henry became the new King of Germany. She died of malaria less than two years later in Catania and was buried in the Cathedral of Palermo, in a Roman sarcophagus with a beautiful oriental tiara.
NAME: Luciena Delaney Damiano
RELATIONSHIP: Mother
OCCUPATION: Sicilian Vampire Countess
Little is known about Luciena, and nobody knows her age. She looks around 25, but nobody truly knows. She is a descendant of the very first vampire, Draculus. Frederick II had many affairs with her, and one ended in pregnancy. She blackmailed Frederick into taking Devyn. She was never seen from by the two males again.
NAME: HENRY VII
RELATIONSHIP: Half-Brother
OCCUPATION: King of Sicily, King of Germany, Duke of Swabia
Henry VII (1211-1242) was King of Sicily from 1212, King of Germany from 1220, and Duke of Swabia (as Henry II) from 1216. He was the son and co-king of Emperor Frederick II and elder brother of Conrad IV of Germany, and younger brother of Devyn Delaney, formerly Dante Damiano Hohenstaufer. He was born in 1211 in Sicily. When Frederick sought the crown of Germany, he had his son crowned King of Sicily in February 1212 by Pope Innocent III, since an agreement between Frederick and the Pope stated that the kingdoms of Germany and Sicily should not be united under one ruler. For this, the regency of the Kingdom went to his mother and not to his father. However, after the death of the Pope in 1216, Frederick called his son to Germany and again assumed the title of King of Sicily (1217). Henry's mother remained as regent in Sicily, now on behalf of her husband, until 1220. In Germany, Frederick II entrusted him with the Duchy of Swabia. After the end of the Zähringen line in 1219 Henry also received the title of Rector of Burgundy, though that title disappeared again when Henry was elected king. In 1228, he had a falling-out with Duke Louis of Bavaria, who was suspected of plotting with the Pope against Emperor Frederick II. Around Christmas of that year, Henry took over the rule for himself, forced Louis to submit, and then turned against the Bishop of Strassburg. The nobles, angered by his city-friendly policies, forced him however to issue in Worms on May 1, 1231 the Statutum in favorem principum, in favour of the princes and directed against the cities, and by their complaints turned Frederick II against his son — the Emperor was dependent on the support of the princes for his Italian policies. Among other things who augmented the discord between father and son, Frederick lifted several regulations on Henry during his minority years who reduce his authority, and on the other side, the action of Count Egeno V of Freiburg, an staunch enemy of the Emperor, who became in the most important of Henry's advisers. In 1232, Henry swore obedience to his father in Cividale. In the same year, Henry renewed the league between the Hohenstaufen and the French royal house of Capet, and in the following year, subdued Otto II of the Palatinate, the son of Duke Louis of Bavaria. In 1233/34, however, he made his father angry again, when he intervened against the inquisitor Conrad of Marburg, while his father was trying to bring Pope Gregory IX into an alliance against the Lombards. Frederick II reacted strongly and outlawed his son on 5 July 1234. Henry revolted and formed an alliance with the Lombards in December. However, he was forced to submit to his father on 2 July 1235 in Wimpfen, forsaken by most of his followers. Frederick II and the nobles tried Henry on 4 July 1235 in Worms and dethroned him. His younger brother Conrad was appointed Duke of Swabia and also elected King. Henry's allies were pardoned as far as possible. Frederick II reacted to the weakening of the royal power originated by his dispute with his son, among other things, with the Imperial Meeting (German: Reichsversammlung) in Mainz on 25 August 1235, on which for first time a Country Peace Law was remitted and the Regalia right was reformed fundamentally. Henry was kept prisoner in various places in Apulia. His seclusion may have been dictated as much by his health as by his rebelliousness: analysis of his skeleton in 1998-1999 has shown that he was suffering from advanced leprosy in his last years. This was perhaps the real cause which prevented the Emperor from forgiving him. In 1242, Henry died near to Martirano after a fall from his horse when he was translated there from Nicastro. Some chroniclers report that it has been an attempted suicide. His father had him buried with royal honours in the cathedral of Cosenza, in an antique Roman sarcophagus.
( DEVYN DELANEY: A BIOGRAPHY ! ) Devyn Damiano Delaney was born as Dante Damiano Hohenstaufen in 1209. He was born to Frederick II of the house of Hohenstaufen, a famous king of Sicily, Italy (among many other regions), and also to Luciena Delaney Damiano, a Sicilian Countess, who was also a mistress of Fredrick II, during his first marriage to Constance of Aragon, in which they had one other child, Henry VII, which would be Devyn’s half brother. Frederick II was no stranger to scandals. In fact, he lived to scandalize. On August 15, 1209, Frederick II and Constance got married in Messina, Sicily, and that night, they went on a honeymoon in Polermo. On the same night Constance and Frederick celebrated their honeymoon, Frederick had an affair with Luciena Damiano, an affair that went on from time to time, and had already existed before he married Constance. Frederick II was king of many places, including Jerusalem and Rome. When he came home to his castle in Sicily, Fredrick II once again had an affair with the Sicilian Countess, Luciena. During this affair, Luciena told Frederick II that she was pregnant, with his baby boy, which they would later name Dante Damiano, who would also be of the house of Hohenstaufen. Frederick was shocked, and refused to believe it. He thought it might be a good scandal and make a splash, but he refused to believe he had a baby on the way. So, he walked out of her life, for what he hoped was forever. But, she later came to him again, about 8 months later. She begged him to help her with the child, but again, he denied her and had her escorted from his castle. Soon, she gave birth to Devyn, naming him Dante Damiano.
Unfortunately, Luciena lost too much blood to make it out of the delivery. Fortunately, the Countess was a vampire, a descendent of Draculus, the very first vampire. So, she lived, but immediately had to go feed before she actually did die. So, she left to go hunting, to feed. She took her baby with her, refusing the medical advice of the women who delivered her baby. They both went to the castle of Frederick II. Constance and the staff were all asleep, but Frederick was atop a balcony that led to his chambers. Luciena met him at the balcony, threatening to kill Constance if he didn’t take responsibility to for his baby. So, Frederick agreed, figuring he could mold the kid to be as great as he was. Once he found out that “Dante” was part vampire, he realized that he might be able to train this kid to be a great fighter, and he could take part in his future crusades. So, he took the baby, and Luciena left. She couldn’t let anyone know of her baby, or her family would absolutely disown her. Frederick II could afford it, he was king already. Plus, in public, it could be Constance’s baby, but behind the scenes, it would be a reminder to the royal couple of Frederick II’s affair. But eventually, Constance overlooked it, and grew to love a baby that didn’t even belong to her. She became a mother to him.
Devyn, or Dante, was pampered since he was a baby. Of course, it wasn’t his father or step-mother that took care of him—it was the help, especially the caretaker, Belladonna. She became more of a mother, even more than Constance of Aragon. His parents were always busy attending to royal issues. He got the attention of everyone around the castle, and everyone in Sicily. But, the attention seemed to slow in 1211, when Henry VII was born, the son of Constance and Frederick II. They’d finally had a full-blooded son together, and they focused on him, before Devyn. Of course, being the tender age of 2, Devyn was extremely jealous. He hated that baby, and took a vow that he’d get their attention again. So, he became a little hellion. He got into everything, broke things, and became pretty much unbearable. So, his father introduced him to the dungeons, where dead prisoners of war lay. He got to spend some time in a cell when he misbehaved. Needless to say, that straightened him out. He still wanted the attention, but he just secretly hated his parents. In time, he came to actually like his brother, a little bit. After Henry VII started to get older, they played together. Both of them were little hellions that the help couldn’t keep up with. They wore out poor Belladonna. It was amazing that they found something to do around the castle. It was the medieval times. The entertainment of the idea of magic was just being manifested. Little did everyone know, Luciena was a vampire countess, and a witch, who helped found the Italian school of magic, Firenze. Frederick II didn’t know of his magical lineage until little Devyn had a big accident when he had a temper tantrum. He made things explode, including a famed statue of Frederick II’s father, Henry VI, a holy roman emperor. He spent a week in that dungeon with no food. Harsh, but he did a unacceptable thing. Now that Frederick II knew about Devyn’s power, he wanted to start training him for a crusade. It was acceptable, for he was about ten at that time. So, Frederick started training him with combat techniques, war strategies, weapon combat, and everything he’d need to be a great warrior. That’s what his life consisted of for the next eight years, being pampered and training for battle to make his father proud. He turned eighteen in 1227, and he was finally ready to take on any war that came his way. He was a machine, and being magical and half-vampire made him all the more dangerous. He was quite reckless at the time, and over-confident. During his years leading up to this particular year, he was a daredevil teenager, drinking, smoking, seducing women and men alike. It wasn’t unheard of back then. He was a good time Casanova, but that was about to heighten to a good time Vampire Casanova.
1228. It was an eventful year for both Frederick II and Devyn, nee Dante. It was the year that Frederick II would finally bring his promise of a crusade back to reality. He’d promised it so much, that when he didn’t bring it for so long, Pope Gregory IX excommunicated him. Nonetheless, Frederick II set sail and the sixth crusade began. Among the crusaders, was Devyn. They battled for many lands, including Jerusalem and Nazareth. But, in the battle for Egypt, something fateful happened to Devyn. Egypt proved to be difficult to invade, especially since some of Egypt’s army were supernatural, as in vampiric. Devyn slashed through many, but was no match for a descendant of Draculus, who fought hard with him, and eventually overpowered him, dragging him into a secluded place, where she seduced and turned him into a full-fledged vampire. Of course, being Devyn, he enjoyed it and did it willingly, little did he know that she was going to turn him. He knew his mother was a vampire, so it really didn’t phase him more than a little bit. He accepted it quickly. Back in those days, when a vampire turned someone, they turned it into a ceremony, which usually included a sexual activity, usually willingly, but sometimes it was forced, like in Devyn’s case, not that he didn’t love it. A male vampire turned him, seeing as how women weren’t in the armies. So, from then on, Devyn was a vampire. Although, when the armies returned to Frederick, they’d reported him as MIA. He wasn’t destroyed with remorse, but then again, he wasn’t particularly happy. His father never loved him, he loved his power. So, his father just left him in Egypt to fend for himself. After the woman who turned him, Lucretia, gave him extensive training, and of course many other things, seeing as how they had a five year love affair, before she was slain, returned to his father’s castle.
Devyn went back to the castle in 1233. By then, Henry VII was 20, and Frederick II had acquired and lost in death, his second wife, Yolande of Jerusalem, whom he cheated on with Bianca Lancia starting around 1225. Constance had died in June 1222, at the age of 43. Yolande became his second wife in 1225, and died in 1228, the year that Devyn went to war. He would later bewed Isabella of England in 1241, and Bianca Lancia would remain in the relationship for many years, and bare him three children. The church didn’t marry them, but they claimed to have a marriage, even on her deathbed. Didn’t I tell you he loved a scandal? So, all in all, Devyn had four mothers, one father, and ten siblings over his lifetime, and probably tons more by now. When he went back to his father and explained what happened, his father saw him as evil and unworthy. He had him escorted, and later tracked down. He tried to kill him, but never succeeded. Eventually, Devyn changed his name from Dante Damiano Hohenstaufen to Devyn Damiano Delaney, an Italian and irish name, and possibly german. He also cut his long hair, looking like a new man. From then on, he was unrecognizable royalty, cut off from everything he had. Devyn used to be such a spoiled brat, but this new vampiric life weined him from that, and changed him. It made him rougher, tougher, and a harder worker. Of course, it didn’t affect his personality as far as flirting and his daredevil side is concerned.
Boy, the things Devyn went through in his lifetime. He saw the death of his fathers wives and mistresses between the years of 1209 and 1298. He saw the death of Frederick II, his father, in the year 1250. He died at the age of 56, while Devyn was technically 40, although he still didn’t look a day over 18. That’s right, Frederick II was 15 when Devyn was born. It wasn’t so unheard of in those days. He lived through the death of all of his siblings; Henry VII (who he was most close too), died in 1242 at the age of 31, when Devyn was 33. Magareta, who was his half sister, didn’t get to live a year, but nine months, and died when Devyn was 17. Conrad IV died in 1254, at the age of 26, when Devyn was 45, and really didn’t get to meet him, or any other sibling besides Henry IV. Jordan, who only lived about two months, died when being baptized in the Jordan River in 1236, when Devyn was 27. Agnes, was another baby that didn’t make it to her first birthday, in 1237, when Devyn was 28. Henry (not to be confused with Henry VII) died in 1254, at the age of 16. Margaret died in 1270, at the age of 29, when Devyn was technically 61. Anna died in 1307, at the age of 77, when Devyn was 98. Manfred, who was once regent and king of Sicily, died in battle in 1266, at the age of 34, when Devyn was 57. Violante, the final sibling of the list, died in 1264, at the age of 31. Noticing a pattern, here? Nobody has lived as long as Devyn. As a matter of fact, the life expectancy of his family slowly declined. There were many young deaths, and nobody experienced as much as Devyn has. He’s lived through those deaths, and major events in history. His favorite period is the Renaissance period, where Medieval saw it’s end. He lived for the art, the parties, the masquerade. His persona of the Vampire Casanova reached it’s peak within the 14th and 16th century. It was a time of pure pleasure and art. It changed the world, and not many living today could say that they remember it, unless they were very old wizards or vampires or something. He’s lived through many wars and crusades, he’s seen death and rebirth. He wouldn’t give up his experiences for the world. Actually, he’s happy to be a vampire. Every major event around the world from the 12th century onward, he’s experienced and been a part of. He’s traveled around the globe many times around, acquired many wives, mistresses, and flings in his years. But, there was one thing he never did take advantage of, until the time of the 17th Century. He was one of the first students to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as well as Firenze Academy in Italy, along with Durmstrang Institute in Norway. After a while of honing magic, he gave up on it, just enjoying life as a vampire, doing whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He’d just recently found out about Beauxbatons. He hadn’t really took an interest in France until recently. Every so often, he’ll attend a magical school to brush up on things and meet new people, and now that he just turned 800, he felt that it was time to hone his magic a little more. So, he packed his many bags, and is currently making his way to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Hang onto your seatbelts, Beauxbatons…
( IF GOD IS A DJ, LIFE IS A DANCE FLOOR ! ) War changed people. The change was inevitable. While you were in war and in an army, all you saw was death and destruction. It wasn’t something that Devyn was used to seeing. Of course, he’d studied into war tactics and learned how to fight, but that was in the safety of his own castle and with his family. Now, he was in the crusades, and was about to go to Egypt. They’d conquered Jerusalem and Nazareth, but Egypt was his fathers target. It was amazing that his father kept his word about the Crusade, even after Pope Gregory IX just excommunicated. Frederick II just kept on going, and that drove his son, Devyn, to lead this crusade. He was on a ship, exhaling deeply as he looked toward the shore of the continent that housed Egypt. They would arrive in an hour or so. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie, but he knew everything would be okay, no matter what happened to him. It was odd to think that a glamourous prince was about to engage in firearm combat. The stereotypical prince just sat on a throne, accepting gifts and worship. This definitely was not what most Emperors’ and Kings’ sons did.
The next hour and a half passed by quicker than Devyn really wanted, or realized. The half-vampire prince exhaled deeply once more as he threw the anchor over the boat frame, watching it sink quickly to the grand, slicing through the waves as if they were nothing. It was funny that he was watching the anchor more intensely than the army that was starting to surround them. Obviously, Egypt knew of their impending invasion, and now this mission wasn’t going to be as quiet as they’d hoped. He could hear his father screaming to fire and get them. Of course, they hadn’t perfected the hand gun, so for now, they used swords. It was medieval times, of course. He took out his custom-made sword, jumping from the boat and slashing through enemies on his way toward a palace in Egypt. This was supposed to be one of the empires of false religion, among many. It wasn’t as if they were in Babylon or anything, but it still wasn’t a good place for people that didn’t worship men instead of God. Devyn slashed through enemies, excellent at it.
The co-heir of Sicily slashed through the Egyptians, his hands numb from the vibrations of his sword as he sliced through flesh. Eventually, his killing spree was slowing down, the enemies getting a little bit harder to fight as time went on. Actually, there was something peculiar about these new soldiers. They had sharp teeth, and outstandingly vibrant blue eyes. They were almost like ice. He came to a woman soldier. ”They let women fight in Egypt?”, he thought to himself. That wasn’t something he was accustomed to. In Sicily, women didn’t have to fight—they just stayed home or helped their husband run a business or something. Nonetheless, he fought her. Devyn did great at first, but she became more skilled in fighting the more time passed. At a weak moment, she knocked him to the ground, dragging him off by his feet, as she glided along the ground. Something was definitely different about this beautiful soldier. She was a vampire! She had pearly fangs, bright eyes, and everything!
Without a moments notice, she dragged him into an alley and slammed him against a wall. He punched his face, back and forth, until he was woozy. She threw him to the ground, his body pretty limp, although he wasn’t dead. She tugged at his clothes, eventually ridding him of his garments. Various noises and suggestive silhouettes filled the alley. The woman had seduced him to the fullest extent, and turned him into a vampire. His life was about to change forever…but for the better or worse?
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Post by tripkobaltine on Nov 19, 2009 22:37:26 GMT -5
Trip November Kobaltine
"Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at you...
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
I've got more friends like you
What do I do?"
[/color][/font]  [/center] [/b] Trip November Kobaltine.[/SIZE][/color] characters age: Sixteen.[/color] characters gender: xy.[/color] hair: Past; Black and purple, black and red, blond, blond with dark highlights. Now; Black.[/color] eyes: A light green. They shift shades depending on what he's feeling or his mood; they can range from a light pale jade to a dark emerald almost black.[/color] distinguishing features: Piercings; snakebites, 00 gauges, and septum.
Tattoos;
- Anaheim Angels logo behind his left ear.
- Baseball with bat wings on his lower back.
- Green and blue death bat on his chest.
- Sparrow with a dagger through it on his leg.
- A portrait of Jesus on his right arm near his wrist.
- A bloody coffin on his left middle finger.
- The word Vengeance and the number seven in red like a baseball jersey on his back.
- A decapitated Mickey Mouse on his right arm.
- A decapitated woman on his arm
- A skull with wings over a coffin on his left arm.
- A bloody skull on his right upper arm.
- Virgin Mary on his lower right arm.
[/color] height: 5'8.[/color] clothing style: Hurley, Hot Topic, Hollister..[/color] face claim: Zachary Baker aka Zacky Vengeance.[/color] [/ul] [/b] Order, clean cut items, bluntness, drinking, getting high, doing illegal things without getting caught, using magic to get in and out of trouble, violence, blood, death, horror movies, getting underneath others skins to find out what haunts them to scare them in a similar way, being alone, sex, smoking, the smell of both burnt flesh or decomposing flesh, the contrast between certain emotions or situations, pain, tattoos, piercings, rock and metal music, fast cars, hot guys and girls, drag racing, controlled chaos, risks, danger, and people who know how to have a good time; in bed and out of bed. [/SIZE][/color] dislikes: Disorganization, people who are persistent in getting things from him, sloppiness, life, scams, haters, people who think they're all that, cheaters, liars, fakes, heart breakers, numbness, intense emotions, mornings, sunlight, large groups of people, uncontrolled chaos, tight lipped Christians, people who think he's normal, staying on his medication, not being able to remember things, people messing up his routine and order of things, people who beat around the bush and those who aren't just straight up about things, people who think they are perfect, perfect things, being in public for long periods of time, people getting close to him, people trying to figure him out, and silence.[/color] fears: dying at the hands of another being, being a burden on others, and conspiracies. [/color] secrets: Is slowly going psychotic, he is bisexual, and has an extremely violent side that is rarely seen.[/color] personality: Trip is at best, antisocially independent. He prefers not to be around a lot of people but still keeps a small group of 'friends' in case he needs something he can't get on his own. Which is rare, very rare. From past experiences, he learned how to get whatever he needed however he could. That possibly meant fighting, stealing, cheating, lying, or even selling himself out to get what he needed. He likes his life in a controlled chaos suspended between being stoned and completely wasted all the time to being one hundred percent sober. It's a crazy roller coaster that he never tires from riding. He enjoys life the most when he's riding on the edge of life and death but still has complete control of when his final breath will be. He isn't very shy around either guys or girls and doesn't really care to blatantly tell anyone that he's bisexual. He just doesn't care. If people talk about him and say crude remarks, good for them. He believes in the phrase, "What goes around, comes around.", and if they want to give him a hard time, someone will one day give them a hard time about who they are. So it all evens out to him.
Trip isn't classified as your 'normal' guy. He is convinced that there is a conspiracy organized by the government and they are trying to save him. He doesn't want to be saved from any of the danger he puts himself in. He wasn't supposed to be born so why should he try to stay alive any longer than he has to? He lives his life in an acute state of paranoia, constantly covering up his tracks wherever he goes. He doesn't want to ever be found by anyone. He pays for almost everything in cash but the only thing he actually pays for without cash is his psych medications. He has been categorized as having Schizoid tendencies coupled with hallucinations and the intense feelings of being watched. Hence, the theory about a conspiracy from the government. He hates taking his medication but the only reason he buys it is so that his name doesn't show up on a list somewhere to look out for. He partially believes he's not crazy but that the doctors are actually the insane ones. There is almost a subconscious version of himself that he talks to day in and day out. He keeps a lot of things inside which isn't healthy so unaware of it himself, he made an 'imaginary friend' of sorts to help keep him lined out. The subconscious version of himself doesn't have a name or any visible features. He's just there. His other potentially psychotic tendency is his extremely violent thoughts. He can walk into some place and pick out at least five ways to kill the first person he sees there. Even if he's never met them and they're larger than he is. He won't admit it or show it but he is somewhat intimidated of people with the same mental problems as his own. He wants to be the only person out there with his problems. He wants to be different than everyone and everyday he strives to find another way that he can be less like you. Besides getting drunk, high, and blown out of his mind, he lives music. He eats, sleeps, and breathes chords and notes. If anything, he is in complete love with music. His reason? Simply put, "Music mends broken hearts so scream your heart out." Music helped him to weather some hard times and he lives by it every day. His therapist would tell you that if it weren't for music, Trip wouldn't still be alive. That's all considering there isn't a confidentiality law either.
He can be a rather dark and cynical character, sometimes even crossing the line into sadism. Maybe masochistic behavior. He loves violence and macabre. He likes to self-mutilate himself either by cutting or burning. But despite his excessive viciousness, it doesn't show up that often. His temper is slow to build up but when he loses it, he really loses it. Normally, he doesn't care what you have to say and won't mind at all to tell you so. He wants nothing to do with most people unless they have something he wants. Cash, drugs, alcohol, sex, and the occasional car. If he does want something from you, he is the sweetest and kindest guy you could ever find. He'll tag you along on a string and convince you into thinking he likes you or he truly cares but when he gets what he wants, he'll drop you right where you are. You'll find the brutal truth about him is that he is a user and almost has no heart. Almost. If he finds you cute enough, he'll keep you attached for a little while longer. He might even let you in a bit but only to push you right back out when you start picking and prying at his secrets. To him, it's just fine if he gets a bit attached to you but if you get attached to him, it's over. Relationships or a fling. Doesn't matter. You're through. He's not your shoulder to cry on or sympathy friend. In fact, he is more likely than not going to be the person that caused your troubles in the first place. He despises sympathy and comfort. To him, there is no such thing. Love is a word that is thrown around far too much and hardly has a true meaning anymore in society. Love equals lust. He wants nothing to do with 'true love' or anyone who thinks that there is such a thing. He wants everything to do with people that believe in cold harsh pain and strong, stubborn, and fiery tempered people. [/color] [/ul] [/b] Leon Sullivan Kobaltine - 55 - former rockstar and photographer. Seer. Deceased. Angela Rold Kobaltine - 54 - former actress and fashion designer. Witch. Deceased.[/SIZE][/color] siblings: No siblings.[/color] birthplace: Germany.[/color] hometown: Berlin.[/color] pets: Knight - Friesian/American Saddlebred/Welsh Cob gelding.
.[/color] children: None .[/color] nationalities & languages: He is of German, Italian, Irish, and Norwegian descent. He speaks German, not too fluently but he can make basic conversation here and there. He still holds a German accent but it's not always audible. It is most clearly heard when he is distressed in some way.[/color] detailed history: Trip was born in Berlin, Germany on December 11th, 1991. His father was a young rockstar and his mother, an actress. At the time Angela became pregnant, they weren't even dating. It was just a one night stand. When she found out she was pregnant, she tried aborting it herself, even through magic, but failed her many attempts. Exasperated, she finally contacted Leon and for the sake of the public eye, they went to Vegas and got married. Despite the marriage, they were hardly ever around each other to get to know one another. The only thing they would tell the media was that they were together and happy. But it was only a lie out of thousands to come. When Trip was born, neither really wanted much to do with him. They had made it big which left little time to care for Trip with tours and movies all going on so they hired a nanny. She was an older woman, about the age of forty at the time. She had always wanted to parent a child because she hadn't been able to have her own. She raised him the best she possibly could given the funding from his parents that came once a month and with what morals, religion, and ethics she lived by. When he was young, she took him to church every Sunday morning and from the time he was four until he was eleven, he believed himself to be a Christian. He lived by everything she taught him and for the time being, it was probably the best that could have happened to him. On his twelfth birthday, she allowed him to go out with his friends he made at school.
They weren't religious in any sense other than to say that God created their bodies as amusement parks; enjoy them. One of his best friends took him to a party and there under the dim lighting and the music pounding, he decided that being the 'good little boy' wasn't what he wanted anymore. He wanted to be like these people in the room. He didn't want to be a little 'angel', he wanted to be a straight up devil to deal with. At that same party, he smoked his first cigarette, drank his first beer, and got high. He fell in love with it. He wanted more and more of that crazy roller coaster lifestyle sensation. From then on, he stopped going to church and stopped hanging out with his 'good friends'. He threw himself into drugs, alcohol, and sex. By the time he was fifteen, there wasn't one thing he hadn't tried. At the age of sixteen, he felt like he was missing something and after about a year, he became bisexual. His nanny, who was still 'taking care of him' at the time, had had enough at that. She called his parents back to Germany when he was fifteen and the nanny was appalled at the fact that his own parents couldn't remember him. They didn't even know his name. But they came anyway. They wanted a break from the celebrity life for a few weeks. Trip wanted nothing to do with them now. He had his drugs, his alcohol, his sex, his friends, and his flings. Parents didn't fit into that anywhere.
When they arrived, Trip was leaning against the wall by the front door, smoking a cigarette. He didn't recognize his parents externally and they didn't recognize him externally. None of them would surely recognize each other internally either. They were nothing alike. Never had been, never would be. Smart remarks were made between him and his father and his mother stepped in and slapped him across the face. Trip could have cared less. He looked at her with a smirk and said, "You think you're all tough comin' in here and acting like your my mother? The only person who could ever be considered as my mother is the lady you hired years ago. Doubt you remember her name either." This earned him a punch from his father. Abuse? Sure. Did he care? Of course not. They fought for hours before they even got in the door. Even when they did get inside, they fought some more. By the time the next morning came, Trip had been roughed up pretty good. Did it hurt him inside to know that his parents didn't love him at all and that they didn't care for him whatsoever? Yes. But you will never know that. The fighting and the abuse occurred day in and day out. His friends never once asked nor did he once tell. He wasn't an open person about his home life or anything beyond what drugs he had available and what nights he was free to do whatever. His parents found out he was bisexual and wanted him to have nothing to do with it. His response to that? "Why in the world do you care? I sure don't." So they sent him to 'sexuality therapy'. He talked to her, he told her everything. Everything she wanted to hear but no part of it was the truth. He never told her anything that was true.
They sent him to therapist after therapist but he still refused to tell the truth because all of his lies were now such a complicated web of false truth. After about a year of his parents staying in Berlin with him, he slowly started to become attached to them. A few occurrences happened that suggested his parents were involved in a large drug ring but he never asked. Visions that he couldn't explain of people he never knew and places he had never seen plagued his mind often. But he thought it was normal. So he never told anyone. He didn't care enough really. Day after day, the occurences happened more often and he was sorely convinced it was true. On his sixteenth birthday, his theory was proved. He had been up in his room listening to music when he heard someone at the door. Heavy footsteps told him that his dad was answering the door. Then a few quiet minutes went by, nothing. After about half an hour, a screaming fest started downstairs and there were three voices he didn't know. Out of curiosity, he sneaked down the stairs and watched from behind his parents. They were standing about two feet away from the stairs. The argument was so intense they didn't notice him. The fighting seemed to reach its peak and suddenly one of the men pulled out a gun and shot his parents in head twice each. Blood splattered the walls and it was so surreal he wasn't even sure if it had actually happened. The three men left, robbing his parents of whatever money they had on the table and on them. He couldn't move. It was almost like he was paralyzed. The nanny called the police and they took Trip to the hospital to be treated for shock. Since he had seen his parents be killed, he started seeing things that weren't there and having symptoms of schizophrenia. He also started having incredibly violent thoughts.
The nanny started sending him to a psychologist who evaluated him for Schizoid tendencies. They put him on medication for it and it became more manageable. The weird visions never stopped and then, strange things began to happen. He thought he was losing his mind. After his parents' death, he drowned himself in his lifestyle even more, not wanting anything to do with anyone who reminded him of his parents. Despite his claims that he doesn't miss them or that he didn't ever like having them around, he does and he did. But he can't say he ever loved them because he never knew what it felt like to be loved in the first place.
The nanny no longer knew what to do with him and she was very paranoid about being around him because crazy things kept happening. Things breaking, disappearing, and moving on their own. One day he received a letter, explaining all of the strange things and what he should do. Now he has come to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, what will happen here?
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Post by brydie on Nov 20, 2009 1:17:49 GMT -5
FIRST NAME: Brydie Aislinn.
LAST NAME: Murray.
AGE: Sixteen.
APPEARENCE:
PERSONALITY:optimistic , -- to anticipate the best possible outcome
"i like to think that the world will end up being a better place. i like to think that the chaos will soon come to an end and everyone will get their own happily ever after. let's say that it will happen. i truly believe that we're going to live through this disastrous time, that we'll survive. i truly believe that this scenario will have an impact on the world, show us what is wrong and what is right in a way that would benefit us all. i'm optimistic like that. that's how i'm usually in such a good mood. i don't like to think about the bad things in life. i absolutely loathe thinking about bad things, like pain and death and things like that. i like to think that everyone will find their someone and they will be happy. i like being happy. i like being in a good mood. who likes pessimism anyway? i sure as hell don't. i hate pessimists. they ruin my days. let's be happy. let's remember that we still have some of our friends and family. i'm happy with my life. i'm not happy with this stupid idea of getting rid of muggle-borns and such, but, you know. it could be worse, but it won't. everything will get better over time. i know it will. and, in my opinion, there's good in everyone though it might be buried deep, deep down and could be near to impossible to find, but yes, i think that everyone has good in their hearts somewhere."
defensive , -- devoted to resisting or preventing agression or attack
"people who hurt me get hurt by me. people who hurt my friends get hurt by me, too. oh, and if you lay an offensive hand on my family, you better cancel all of your plans for the future. you better start digging your grave if you think that you can come along and say some unkind things without there being any consequences. also, i like being right. i like defending people. i thoroughly enjoy proving that i'm a marvelous person that's capable of doing fantabulous things. i am pleased to say that if i believe in something, i will defend it until the day i die. like my belief that everyone deserves to live their lives the way they want to, not because someone says that they should live a certain way or act a certain way for some stupid. pointless reason. i think that everyone deserves to have their own free will and such. i defend that. i defend people who are afraid to defend themselves. i'm like some odd sort-of protector. what's another phrase for that? anyway, i'm really defensive about other things to. if i think i'm right, i will defend my answer and stuff like them. my sensitivity sometimes makes me think that someone's purposely offending me or something, so i will defend myself. i already talk loud, but i'll be talking louder. i don't like screaming too much, but i'd probably be talking - er, rambling so much that your ears would hurt a bit and you'd tell me to shut my bloody mouth, please and thank you."
sensitive , -- delicately aware of the attitudes and feelings of others
"as some people have become aware, i'm not exactly a stone wall that is affected by absolutely nothing. uhm, well, i'm pretty much the opposite of that. i always react to everything. there's never been a time that i didn't react to something. it pretty much goes hand and hand with my irritableness. i'm sensitive to what people do and/or say, okay? there's nothing wrong with that. true, it makes me feel a bit weak and silly (which are big no-nos) but i can't help it. my mind just registers something a certain way and it's like, bam! i just have to react. i don't cry a lot or anything. i'm just prone to being affected easily by even the simplest thing. i'm an oddball like that, i guess. i pout a lot too, or i smile too much. i usually shrink away from someone if they say the 'wrong' thing to me. it's a bit of a problem, i know, but it happens. some people are like that, okay? or, if someone says something i find mean about someone i care about, i scream at them. thay is where my defensiveness comes in. things affect me too easily, which is pretty depressing and pretty annoying. it's almost a weakness, or maybe it is. i don't know. i never was the most intelligent person anyways. i get ticked off easily. i became happily easily. it's not hard to have an affect on me. i'm a very sensitive person, okay? i'm human. i am capable of feeling a large range of emotions. it happens."
loyal , -- unswerving in allegiance, faithful
"you would never catch me turning my back on a friend. i would never do something like that. i would never purposely hurt someone i cared about. honestly, i never did understand why people would break someone's trust, for any reason. i don't care if it's going to benefit you or something like that. why would you betray your friends? i would never betray any of my friends. i would never, ever do something just to benefit myself by doing something as stupid as ditching my friends and reaching for what i want. personally, i hate it when people step on each other to get something. i find that it is the highest offense, turning your back on your friends. it doesn't matter if voldemort's going to murder you. i would rather die, to be honest. i'm completely loyal to my friends and my family. i should have been in hufflepuff, seriously. i'm that loyal. i'm loyal to anyone who i think is loyal to me. once i've made a decision, i don't swerve away from it. i stick by my choices. i have belief that people can be loyal to each other. the order of the phoenix will forevermore be loyal to each until the minute we die. no matter what reasons people have, betraying the people that have complete trust in you is one of the worst things someone could do. i wouldn't give up on someone, even if they decided that they wanted to. i would still be there for them, even if they didn't want me there, even if they screamed at me and hurt me. i'd still try to be there for them."
perfectionist , -- a disposition to regard anything short of perfection as unacceptable
"i like things to be in order. i have to have things done to the point where i think things are done right, near to perfect. of course i know that nothing's perfect, no matter how hard you try to make it seem perfect. still, that won't stop me. when it came to getting my work done while i was in beauxbatons, i worked endlessly for hours and hours and hours until i was positive that it was good. and i don't mean 'well, good enough' good, i mean really good. it has to be worth it. when i do something, i want to finish it and really be proud of it. i want to look at what ever it was that i did and be unable to keep myself from grinning. when i do something, i don't want to look at the finished product and frown because it doesn't look good enough. nowadays, with my job at the library, i have to make sure things are in order. it's an absolute bother to find that the books haven't been arranged properly, or that someone didn't put a book back. true, trying to do everything until it was near perfection took quite a bit of time, but honestly, it ends up being worth all of the trouble put into it."
whimsical , -- playful; light-hearted and amusing
"i've never been that cold-hearted girl, you know? i rarely took things seriously. i've always been smiling and grinning and attempting to make a joke out of something, though i tended to... uhm, well, i wasn't very successful when it came to making jokes. i could be cute, but i wasn't the jokester or anything. anyway, er... i can take things seriously, you know? the problem is that it makes things so awkward and uncomfortable. situations where you feel like you want to just run away and not look back aren't my favourite kind of situations, you see. i like keeping things light-hearted. seriousness? no, it dfefinitely wasn't something that stayed with me out of class, seeing as i took my work seriously. everything else? golly, no - i was and i still am bent on enjoying life while i can. someone once told me that it seems like i only have three different expression: grinning, pouting or just looking plain confused. really, i tended to smile more often than not. there's something incredibly ugly, in my opinion, about frowning and scrunching up your face when you're displeased because of something. i don't know. i like to play around. i tease, i joke, i try to lighten the atmosphere if it feels uneasy. i want things to go well, not badly."
v
"everyone knows that i'm a scaredy cat. it's easy to make me scream in fear or to jump in surprise. but i'm not going to sit back and let life pass me by. i'm going to live, you know? not just... live and live quietly - okay, so i am quiet, but whatever! i'm not talking about that kind of quiet. i mean, i'm not loud and crazy and wild or anything, but i want to have an adventure, as ridiculous as that might sound. i like having fun. i want to have fun. i, uhm, try not to do the same thing twice - or i try to be spontaneous. to be honest, i'm a bit of a roller coaster. rarely am i capable of actually making up my mind about what i want and how i feel. plus, i'm a bit sensitive to what people say to me. one minute i can be happy then sad the next, and then i'm be laughing and giggling all over again after a second or two. it gets a bit ridiculous, to be honest. i like changes. i don't like it when things are the same. i constantly rearrange the way i have my things in my home. i think it's more fun when things are chaotic, but not disastrous. and, you know what? i don't like being seen as the exact same thing to everyone. my mum saw me as a little princess. my daddy saw me as a warrior princess - possibly because i love dresses and frills, but then here i am, wanting to save the world. someone said i'm trying too hard to be a superhero. adina told me i was her best friend, someone who was totally amazing. usually, i'm incapable of staying still too. i always have to move around, to fiddle around with something. might be a bit of a problem, but i like it."
HISTORY:once upon a time ,
"my mum was a muggle, and daddy was a wizard. he attended beauxbatons while she went to high school. they didn't know each other until they were both out of school. daddy had been out of school for a year while mummy had gotten out a while ago. they met and then fell in love. though, dad was a pueblood wizard, you know? his parents didn't seem too fond of the fact that their one and only son wanted to go off and get hitched to some non-magic person, as sweet and pretty as it was. i think my grandparents got used to the fact that mum and da loved each other. it wasn't long before they had gotten married, without any nice comments from the wizarding community on dad's part, at first. it was on their wedding night that daddy told her that he was a wizard. she thought she was kidding and laughed it off. i think she might have wanted to have sex already. uhm, yeah, that's a bit of a scary thought, but it's probably true as well. he tried to persuade her and blah blah blah, after showing her how true it was, she was quiet. she stared at the floor and was speechless. magic hadn't existed to her, but she'd always been the type of person to wish for things like magic to be real. it was partially the reason why he had fallen for her, i think. or maybe it was one of the things that drew him to her. anyways, she accepted it, though a while after that, she met a few witches and wizards who didn't seem too fond of her and da, especially their marriage. she didn't care. she loved da and he loved her and that was all that mattered. sweet, isn't it? and then, about a month later, mum realized that she was pregnant. it was, apparently, one of the most amazing things she'd heard. i don't know. i think she was hoping for it."
there was a little girl ,
"so about nine months later, i popped out. i was completely bald when i was a baby, but my mum said i was beautiful. but, of course, mum's incredibly biased. daddy said i was a pretty baby, but he's biased too. apparently, i looked like mum did when she was a baby. da said i looked like her when i was little, too. well, i still do, but anyways. they'd been arguing over a name ever since they found out she was pregnant and, in the end, i was named brydie aislinn. my mum just thought aislinn was a pretty name. daddy thought brydie was a wonderful, unusual name to give a cute little baby. oh, thank goodness mum didn't name me something weird, or something like septemer, even if i was born in august. what would my nickname be? seppy? septs? ember? well, ember wouldn't have been so bad. anyways, she liked the name brydie and didn't care that my father thought it was stupid, weird name to name a little girl, so i was named daisy julianna. my last name isn't really something they picked out. thank goodness i wasn't named something like daddy's name though. i don't really like daddy's name. i think it's rather ugly, but i've never told him that because it's not very nice, is it? telling someone that their name is ugly, i mean. daddy's name isn't ugly though. i'm just not very fond of it. besides, it's weird. i've always thought of him as 'daddy' or 'da'. the fact that other people refrer to him with his real name, his first name, is a bit odd."
who grew up reading ,
"anyways, i was a happy child growing up. my parents loved me. i didn't have a thing to worry about. true, they bickered quite a bit, but then i'd find them kissing each other a few minutes later. believe me, it was scarring. i can not get the image out of my head, as much as i want to. my mum didn't work, i mean, she went to college and stuff, but that wasn't much. i think she went for journalism, but she ended up being a stay-at-home mum with a bit of painting on the side. she sent me off to elementary school with all of those muggle children. i guess it wasn't too bad. i mean, i thought it was all pretty boring, couldn't exactly find anything interesting in the work. i loved to read though. that was daddy's fault. he didn't own a bookstore or anything. in fact, he's a hitwizard. but he used to go to the libraries - by 'libraries', i mean both the muggle library and the wizard library - and check out a few books. he used to bring me books to read and i'd spend any free time with my nose in a book. i liked them okay? my mum thought it was silly, her little six-year-old reading. true, it wasn't big chapter books or anything, just picture books. still, she wanted to read to me, rather than have me reading to myself."
and dreamt of magic ,
"my favourite books to read were written by wizards. mum liked those ones. all three of us were hoping that i'd get magic. apparently, it was supposed to come when i was about seven-years-old, since that was the normal time that magic in children were noticed. mhmm, so we were anxious about that. to pass the time and, maybe, in hopes of making it pass by faster, i read book after book to ready myself for something i was sure i'd get. magic, magic, magic -- i was eager for it. daddy told me not to mention it to my friends though, so i didn't. i was a good, obedient little girl. i suppose that happened because i was spoiled and loved to death by my parents and my grandparents, from my mum's side. the ones on my dad's side kind of died of old age? they had daddy when they were pretty old. anyways, mum and i would giggle during the night when i slept in her room with her and daddy. he just found it funny and was happy to see that his babygirl and the love of his life enjoyed the idea of magic. i'm sure he'd be a bitter man if we'd decided to hope that i'd be 'normal'. ugh, that wouldn't have been fun. i think it would have been excruciatingly boring, no offense to my mum's muggle lifestyle. my thoughts have changed though. i think it'd be rather intriguing to live the muggle lifestyle, don't you agree?"
when one day, it came ,
"luckily, a little after i turned seven, it happened. i was sitting in my room, playing with my dolls. we were having a tea party, but we didn't invite one of the dolls because she was gossiping about the others too much. we didn't tolerate such actions. we drank real tea, by the way, and had yummy cookies and treats that mum made for me -- well, us. one of the dolls (okay, it was me) tipped over one of the cups. the tea in it spilled on the tablecloth. of course, i gasped. mum had said to keep it clean and i made it dirty. my eyes welled up with tears because i was childish like that. i panicked. i looked this way and that way, trying to find a way to clean up my mess. well, for starters, it was white. tea was brown. my mum had trusted my little seven-year-old self and she was definitely going to be mad at me. i was sure of it. then, as i was pulling on my hair, a whole bunch of bubbles appeared on the stain. and then, they disappeared, taking the stain with it. i grinned and then skipped down the stairs to tell my mum."
with a letter close behind ,
"getting the tablecloth dirty did not please my mum. she was... very disappointed in me, i have to admit. i was sorry, of course, and she forgave me after a while. but, really, she told me that she'd be very, very angry at me if i got the tablecloth dirty, especially since it was very special to her - i think she said it was one of her favourites, but i'm not too sure anymore, i'm afraid. still, she hadn't been happy that her table cloth had been dirtied. i'd cleaned it though - and with magic! she couldn't stay mad at me for long. after all, we had all be hoping that i'd get a letter for beauxbatons. i mean, really, beauxbatons! it's an amazing school and daddy went there. look how he turned out! anyways, when i was fifteen, i got my letter. i practically screamed my head off with excitement. my parents were cringing at the volume of my loud scream. i couldn't help but grin. honestly, i was incredibly happy -- no, i was happy in a way that was so great, so vast, that it couldn't possibly be described in words. i just was. thankfully, i was at home, where no one could see me, when i did my happy dance. and, oh, shopping in the village was probably one of the most amusing situations that i've ever been in. daddy was going on and on about something while mum was being all, 'oh, would you look at that!' and running from one store to the next just to look a something. i was standing there, all confused and being dragged around by over-eager parents. seriously, it was both hilarious and embarrassing, but i truly do love my parents."
RP SAMPLE:Du, du liegst mir im Herzen
du, du liegst mir im Sinn.
Du, du machst mir viel Schmerzen,
weißt nicht wie gut ich dir bin.
Ja, ja, ja, ja, weißt nicht wie gut ich dir bin.
Ja, ja, ja, ja, weißt nicht wie gut ich dir bin.
The old song, written some hundred-plus years ago, was hummed by a girl as she meandered about the castle. She was in pretty good spirits and her companion was too as he walked along beside her; it was a good day, she reasoned, and a good morning to get outside while most of the castle was asleep and while classes hadn’t yet started up. The grass outside would be dewy, her shoes would probably get moisture locked in them and she would have to air them out in her dorm or just misuse another spell and hope that the shoes held together for the remainder of the day. But that wasn’t the point – none of it was. The song that she had in her head was one that her mother sang to her when she had been a younger girl and could still be caught, sometimes, singing to herself in the kitchen. At those times, Brydie would stop at the kitchen door and listen in to her mother’s voice. While Bry possessed no musical talent in any way shape or form, her mother wasn’t that bad. Sure, she probably couldn’t get a record deal or anything like that, but she wasn’t cover-your-ears-now god-awful. But that, too, was irrelevant. The main point was that Brydie was in a far better mood than what she had been recently, as she had figured that she would be the next day the night before.
At least she was beginning to know herself a bit better.
So, so wie ich dich liebe
so, so liebe auch mich.
Die, die zärtlichsten Triebe
fühle ich ewig für dich.
Ja, ja, ja, ja, fühle ich ewig für dich.
Ja, ja, ja, ja, fühle ich ewig für dich.
She continued her humming, though this time it was more of a murmur of words as she sang it along to herself. The song was more of a sorrowful one, she supposed, and one of the heart and how one cannot forget the people that are there, but that was why she was humming it to herself now. When writing things down and remembering them willingly hadn’t done the trick, it seemed that childhood memories would do just fine for making those silly, emotional aches and pains go away successfully. And she was happy for it, happy to be able to let it all go, finally, when it hadn’t seemed like she could. At least now she felt a little stronger on the inside, too, and she smiled to herself as she spoke the words this time, though they were still just a little murmur.
Doch, doch darf ich dir trauen,
Dir, dir mit leichtem Sinn?
Du, du darfst auf mich bauen,
Weißt ja wie gut ich dir bin.
Ja, ja, ja, ja,
Weißt ja wie gut ich dir bin.
Brydie opened one of the large doors that led outside and didn’t bother with closing it after her. She laughed aloud at herself, covering her mouth just a little while she looked to Shadow, her kitten. He looked back at her and, if she did say so herself, he looked a little amused at her antics. Her smile broadened a little as she kept her distance from the lake. A fog had settled over it and it was bound to be a few degrees colder over there than her jeans and sweatshirt could manage. A slight mound present her with a very small hill and she made her way towards it instead, soon laying herself in the grass despite the fact that it was wet as she had anticipated. So she would have to put something else on before she attended her classes – she was going to have to do that anyways because she wasn’t in her school uniform. Shrugging against the ground, she looked up to the sky, her eyes slightly squinted.
Und, und wenn in der Ferne,
Mir, mir dein Bild erscheint,
Dann, dann wünscht ich so gerne,
Daß uns die Liebe vereint.
Ja, ja, ja, ja,
Daß uns die Liebe vereint.
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Post by lilliarose on Nov 21, 2009 11:52:43 GMT -5
First name(s) Lilia Rose
Last Name: Hale
Age: 14
Appearance: Lilia has what some would call the beauty of a vela though she has no vela relatives her bright blonde waves fall halfway down her back and seem to glow in the summer sun her bright blues eyes are those which melt anyone who dares to stare into them. Lila has the palest pink lips which compliment her peach complexion. Lilia has the widest smile and for that reason is nicknamed smiley her friends also call her think as she somewhat resembles tinker bell
History:
(Lilia is a 15 year old pure blood witch who is related too two of the most well known and respected French families the Hales and the Meltzer's both have been told about throughout wizarding history it is believed that they are two of the first families who first attended beaux batons academy with other families following in there footsteps.
Lilia is the second of three children from Andre & Rose Hale Andre has a successful business which helps other wizards start there own businesses and her mother Rose is a house wife. Her two sisters are Tahlia and Ellie.)
In a small French town lived the noble French family of Hale who for generations had been scene as a power in France but in these moderns times it was nothing but a name.
the oldest of two brother was to inherit the large family home once both his parents had died and his name was Andre Hale though he hated the fact that he would get all this money and the home and his poor brother was to receive barley nothing they had came to an agreement that his brother should receive two thirds of the money and Andre should have the other third and the house and it was so that André succeeded in all his exams and finally left beaux batons and started a job at a small wizarding business this is were he met Rose Clement the daughter of the manager they fell in love at first site and twos year later they were married .
Andre continued to impress his boss and became the assistant manger in the same year that his first daughter was born (Ellie)
twos years later Lilia was born and she like her mother had shining blonde hair so was given Rose as her middle name.
A year later there youngest daughter Tahlia was born Lilia has always been closer to her younger sister and will do anything for each other.
Lilia had the perfect childhood full of luxury but she never really cared for money and was a very down to earth child.
Personality: Lilia is seen as a role model to younger students at beaux batons not only is she determined and hardworking in her studies she also is kind and helpful to others whatever back ground they a from. Lilia also makes everyone feel combatable around her and would never ever break the trust of her friends. Lilia has a passion for singing and dancing and the general life of performing has often seen singing round the corridor and the grounds. Lilia is very fond of history of magic and find it fascinating of peoples past achievements she also seems to excel in other subjects and is very intelligent despite all this Lilia is never one to brag about her abilities. She wants to be seen as an average teenage girl. She is very talented at charms and enjoys history of magic
Sample RP:
Lilia walked passed the shops the windows steamed up by the mist that hung in the winters air she pulled up her grey scarf and continued to walk her boots making footprints in the crisp snow she looked around hardly any was around today though it didn’t surprise her who would want to go out in a blizzard well her for though it was more a necessity that she did how else could she accomplice her task she though she’d stop her business for a few seconds as she headed for a small tavern she opened the door the warmth hit her she entered smiling at the customers and made her way to an empty table she needed to re-think her plan  Must be Cossu!
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Post by antigone on Nov 21, 2009 22:36:29 GMT -5
First Name:
Antigone's
Last Name:
Grey
Age:
Forever seventeen
Appearance:
Antigone’s stunning moonlight white skin almost glistens in the light, her dazzling blue eyes are hidden under her jet-black waist long hair that's usually pulled back in a French plait, she’s not tall but has a very slender and defined figure.
History:
At birth Antigone's mother was half vela half wizard but in a struggle is infused with vampire at the age of 12, she keeps this a secret to all including her new husbands' family, who includes his vampire sister, at the age of 16 she gives birth to Antigone who is quickly stolen away by her vampiric aunt. Who, oblivious to the vampire jeans in the young Childs body injects her with vampire venom. Antigone grows older but very slowly and at the time she resembles a ten year old witch hunts are all the rage, so her aunt and the rest of the wizarding world goes into hiding were they meet up with Antigone’s true parents who swiftly take her back. However during a raid of their village the flames separate them again, this time leaving Antigone alone. Antigone have slowly stopped ageing, at 17, and now has been to many a wizarding schools, there’s only a few in the world that have never seen her face upon their walls of portraits. She repeats her school years as her mind is not big enough for all her memories and she finds relearning things help her remember.
Personality:
Her loneliness has made her divide her self from the rest of the world. Her old age at heart has made her hotheaded so she’ll crack if someone really gets on her nerves. She must swallow her pride as she swallows in the blood of animals to survive, She lurks in the shadows listening, she know when and how the use her words wisely.
Sample RP:
Antigone arrives at Beauxbatons Academy of magic with her ebony wand in hand; she makes her way through the corridors looking at all the moving portraits,
“Half Veela? I’m just guessing,” one whispered to her from high up on the wall, it was a previous head girl with long blond hair, sky blue eyes and a stunning smile,
“Some Veela not half, but i don't know why but most guess Veela, so thank you.,” she corrected in her soft French accent.
“Oh pardon me but you are lovely,” a young mans portrait with a British accent said before wolf whistling.
Antigone thanked the paintings and walked through the hall to where the sorting cloak was sorting others, she quickened her step as she was running late wishing she hadn’t talked with the paintings, she flicked her wand above her head resulting in her long hair French braiding itself tightly. She took a quick glance at it in its reflection on the window and entered the room; just then the young professor stood holding the cloak said
“Antigone Grey,” Antigone quickly walked over to the professor who placed the long blue cloak upon her shoulders and they waited for the house to be set to her.
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Post by charlotteb on Nov 22, 2009 17:19:47 GMT -5
I'm Known All Over
First Name: Charlotte
Admitting Who I Am
Last Name: Roseliegh
Older Than I Look
Age: Twenty-four
Don't Be Deceived
History:
+Charlotte was born in London, England. Her parents were immensely rich, owning a small mansion on the outskirts of the city. Charlotte's father, Michael, owned several bank branches and her mother, Joanne, invented potions and occasionally spells. (You might have gathered Charlotte is half-blood)
+ Charlotte began at a private school a year early, as she was intelligent enough for school by the age of three. She always fit well in her classes, and excelled in her subjects. She was loved by many, hated by few and heard the words' I'm so proud' more than anyone she knew. (Pretty much, she had it all)
+ However Michael and Joanne soon realized their daughter was way over-spoiled. Originally they were going to have home-schooled her for her Magical learning (none of the school's seemed high-class enough for them) but when Charlotte's bratty side started to show up more often than not, her parents re-thought their decision. (A change was in store for Charlotte)
+ So it was when Charlotte was the age of eleven that her parents sent her away to Beauxbatons (the most high-class wizarding school they could find). At first Charlotte threw tantrums and refused to go, but when she realized nothing would change her parents' minds, she became quiet, conservative and would barely speak. Regardless, Michael and Joanne didn't budge, and soon Charlotte was at Beauxbatons. (Charlotte was finally stood-up to)
+ Charlotte was just as good in her subjects in wizarding school as she was in muggle school, but without the popularity. She had few friends, no boyfriends however did become prefect for Sournois. (No more Miss Stuck-up)
+ When Charlotte left school she moved out of home immediately. To this day she doesn't really speak to her parents often at all. She took up a job as a clothes designer in the wizarding world. She's now aiming to open a shop of fashionable clothing and accessories. (Doing it for the fame)
More To Me Than You Know
Personality:+ There's not much to Charlotte anymore. She used to be loved by everyone, due to her caring and considerate personality. She used to be always willing to help someone out when they were in need, even if it meant her loss. She had many friends, and every single one of them meant to much to her. This isn't what Charlotte's like anymore, but deep down that side to her is still there waiting to have to opurtunity to come back out.
+ Charlotte's now quite reserved. She doesn't like to reveal anything about herself, pretty much only her name. She's very anti-social and will only speak to someone if she really needs to. She has no friends apart from her cat, Chic, who she adores as much as she used to love her friends. Charlotte lives alone, but doesn't get lonely, as she's always busy. At night she wonders if she keeps herself so preoccupied so she doesn't get lonely.
+ Charlotte doesn't like to admit it, but sometimes she would like a friend who's not an animal. Not because she's lonely, but because it gets rather boring having a one way conversation.
Proof Of My Skills
Sample RP:
+ There was nothing noticeable about the slender figure sitting on the snow covered bench. She was wearing a deep burgundy cloak with black boots. The rest of her was covered, apart from her gloved hands with were speedily sketching across a heavily leaded page. She had almost completed her drawing of a winter outfit when a door banged loudly nearby. She had been in a dream state, not noticing her surroundings. The loud noise had startled her, causing her to drop her pen.
+ A man walked over to the woman, picked up the pencil and smiled warmly. She looked up, and as she did so her hood fell off and her dark brown hair was let loose. The shiny curls framed her pale face and chocolate brown eyes. She was beautiful, but there was also sadness in her face. The man's smile faltered as he took in her worn out expression.
+ "Here," the man said, handing the pencil to her. She took it without saying anything, still startled that someone had approached her. She hadn't spoken to anyone (apart from Chic) in around a week. That was just how the woman was.
+ "Er, I'm Charlie." He said, raising his eyebrows hopefully.
"Charlotte." She replied, grinning childishly. "Our names match." Charlie smiled, relieved, and sat beside her. She stiffened a little, but her uncomfort went unnoticed by Charlie. He glanced down to her lap, where the sketchbook lay forgotten. "You're drawing's amazing."
+ Charlotte frowned and looked down. It wasn't art. To her it was just like taking notes of something she saw. "Oh, er, thanks." Charlie chuckled. "How's about we get out of this cold and go have lunch?" He asked, standing and holding his arm out.
+ With a grin, Charlotte took it.
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Post by williamtalbert on Nov 23, 2009 14:46:16 GMT -5
First Name:William (Will) [/blockquote] Middle Name:Floyd, after his father [/blockquote] Last Name:Talbert [/blockquote] Age:17 [/blockquote] Apperance: {I just noticed there was a sign up a few days ago that used Chris Pine as a play-by, and I wasn’t really sure if there was some sort of rule prohibiting the use of double play-bys. I would have just gone ahead and changed my face if I hadn’t sort of already created the character (after watching Star Trek about 299 times, I might add), but if there is a problem with this, I completely understand. Just let me know and I’ll use someone else.}
William stands at around five feet and ten inches tall, a relatively normal height for a boy who hasn’t completely escaped puberty. He is of average weight and body build, with lightly toned arms that reflect mild physical activity. The only notable aspect of William’s appearance is a long burn that covers a good portion of the top of his left forearm that he obtained during the fateful house fire that took his brother’s life. The area where his arm is burned shines and reflects the odd reddish and rough coloration of his skin. The burn is fairly noticeable to public eye, and although it is not horrible disfiguring or grotesque, William chooses not to flaunt it or mention it.
William’s style of dress, unlike his flaunted and very visible intellect, is modest and unimportant. When not wearing the traditional school attire, William will clothe himself in a sweatshirt and a pair of slacks. He agrees with his aunt’s beliefs that placing aesthetics and outward appearance as a top priority would be extremely shallow and an insult to human intelligence.
[/blockquote] History:Somewhere in the middle of the Chopwell Woodlands in North East England, a small and magically hidden community attempts to take up a normal residence. Somewhat misnamed as “Paradise” by its inhabitants, this community consists only of individuals that are magical enough to understand the wizarding world, but not magical enough to participate in it. This community of Squibs was founded by a few sensitive and charitable wealthy wizards that wished to provide a home to the misplaced individuals. In Paradise, Squibs take up residence and attempt to create a world where they finally can fit in.
While perhaps founded with good intentions, Paradise has largely failed throughout the past few generations to succeed in creating a docile environment for the misplaced. Often, Squibs that have been pushed and shoved aside by their magical residents are sent forcefully to Paradise. Neglected and unwanted, these semi-magical folks are often considered to be the lowest of scum by their magical residences, and the fact that their numbers are steadily declining makes prospects for growing a misshaped family, even in Paradise, extremely slim.
Such was the case for Floyd Talbert, who was born into a family of highly influential and wealthy wizards near London. Mrs and Mr Talbert happily gave birth to their first child, Matilda, several years before Floyd was born. Matilda proved highly intelligent and magically talented, so the Talberts naturally anticipated that their unborn son would be just as promising. At first, Floyd seemed perfectly normal and acceptable. He even proved to be exceptionally bright, even more so than his sister. However, as the years progressed, his parents grew discouraged as little to no magical aptitude showed itself in Floyd. Much to their horror, the little Floyd received no expected Hogwarts letter during his 11th year, and so began his torturous years of neglect and unimportance. His parents, once doting and loving, suddenly had pushed him aside entirely, and neighbors often wondered what had happened to the littlest Talbert boy, for he was nowhere to be seen in public. Seeing no other option that would save the Pureblood family name, the Talberts logically sent their son to live in Paradise as soon as he came of age, transporting him to the small community with a small sum of money and an insincere farewell.
It was during those first uncertain and regrettable years that Floyd managed to find himself a wife to raise a family with, which came to be a highly ranked commodity in such a small community. Much to the surprise of his family, who he wrote to once or twice a year, Floyd managed to marry a Pureblood witch. The puzzled Talbert family could find no explanation to how a disowned Squib could manage to acquire such a rare wife, but they would eventually learn that while Lily Small was indeed a Pureblood witch, she was also considered to be ‘mentally retarded’.
Although extremely pretty and extremely magically potent (she once magically removed all of the hair of a boy who teased her without the use of a wand), Lily was cast aside from the elitist magical society because she was found to be unable to perform mental tasks greater than the comprehension of a ten year old. For these reasons, her family quietly and nonchalantly cast her into Paradise, guessing that she might find acceptance.
Little speculation can be made into the issue of the marriage between Floyd Talbert and Lily Small that even the Squibs of Paradise viewed to be extremely odd and unexplainable. It could be possible that Floyd found love in the heart of the simple-minded, but kind, Lily. Perhaps he threw rationality out of the window in order to follow his true desires or love, or perhaps he marriage Lily because he simply saw no better option. Whatever the reason for the strange engagement, the newly formed Talbert family managed to secure a rather large house in the heart of the Paradise community, and Floyd Talbert even found himself serving as mayor for several terms.
It wasn’t long before Lily gave birth to her first son, who she named William after the engraving she had read on the back of plate she had been holding a few moments before giving birth that read, “Williams Sonoma” after the kitchenware company. For the rest of his life, William would be grateful that she hadn’t chosen to name him after the second half of the company name.
For a child living in a purposefully secluded and ignored community full of misfits, William grew up with a surprisingly stable early childhood. His father schooled him in basic muggle studies such as reading and writing, and he found himself reading at the age of 3. He even managed to pick up a few friends, and they would scurry about under the shelter of the trees most of their days.
William’s world changed, temporarily for the better, as a second child was born into the Talbert family. A boy with bright blue eyes like little Will’s was named Zachary (Floyd’s decision, this time) and grew up as successfully as William had in early childhood.
Thus far, the Talbert family had suffered hauntingly few complications of having a mother with a mental capacity that was quickly becoming less impressive than that of her five year old son. Floyd tended the home nearly all of the time, while Lily sat content as William would read her a picture book. Whenever he stepped out, a rare occasion, Floyd would put faith in the fact that his children could care for themselves for a few minutes, and the household ran smoothly until a fateful August day.
Lily had been having a bad day. She usually had an extremely docile temperament and was easily amused, but on this particular morning she had come down with some sort of flu bug and was feeling particularly testy and anxious. Unfortunately, the council of Paradise had chosen this August the 4th to have an extremely important meeting, and Floyd, the mayor, was obliged to attend. After somewhat uneasily kissing his wife, Floyd took off, leaving her in horrible spirits.
It had been an accident, William would always know that. She hadn’t meant to cause any harm, but sewing had always been difficult for Lily and on this particular day she had decided to try to sew a bib for little Zach. While her youngest son was asleep in her crib upstairs and William was reading in a chair to her side, Lily diligently attempted to cut a piece out a piece of fabric while extremely groggy and irritable. The scissors slipped, however, and left a large gash in her hand. Shocked and bleeding, Lily rose to her feet and began bawling and tearing up the piece of fabric in a frenzy of rage at the hurt it had somehow caused her. Most unfortunately, her magical instinct chose that certain moment to rear its head and she unwillingly and unwittingly, in all of her anger, caused the piece of fabric to erupt in flames.
It wasn’t long until the entire wooden house began to bathe in the flames, and a screaming and panicking Lily had long since dashed out of the door. William had dashed to join her and escape from the inferno, and it wasn’t until he was a hundred yards away from the yard that his young mind realized that his brother was still inside of the house. While screaming and crying out for his mother- for anyone- William made a few attempts to enter the fiery house, but a quick burn to his arm quickly discouraged him and he sat in hysteria as his brother was consumed by the flames somewhere on the second story. His mother was nowhere to be found.
Shortly after the death of his brother, the Wizengamot made the presumably wise decision to remove William from the custody of his parents, despite Floyd’s pleas that he was perfectly capable of taking care of his son. Lily, quiet and unaware as always, was promptly sent away to St. Mungos, where she would be classified as ‘dangerously mentally retarded’. Much to the dismay of Floyd, it was ruled that William would be sent to live with his closet living relative, who happened to be his proud and successful aunt Matilda, who had taken up residence in France, much to her own distaste.
And so it was, William found himself thrust into an entirely new world. He had the faintest idea of what magic was during his earlier life, but hadn’t a clue how it applied to him until his Aunt Matilda took him into custody. A product of a magically elite family, Matilda shared the common belief that magical blood was an indicator of worth, and that muggles and half-breeds alike where subhuman and worthless. Thus, the situation proved very dismal for William, as his Aunt had immediately presumed that the product of a Squib and an ‘idiot’ would hold no magical talent. He was pushed aside and largely ignored, just as his father had been by his aunt, and spent most of his time, when he wasn’t attempting to perfect his newly acquired French, watching as the prestigious and influential witches and wizards seemed to try to flaunt their skill in front of him.
Much to the surprise of Matilda, William received his Beauxbatons invitation as his 11th birthday neared. His disbelieving aunt couldn’t understand where William’s magical blood had stemmed from, as he had hardly demonstrated any magical tendencies as far as she was concerned. However, her neglectful eye had failed to notice several occasions when William queerly managed to clean dirty plates without his hands or when he gave her prissy cat a bath without water. Suddenly, Matilda found herself taking a much greater liking to the boy than before, and she took special interest in suddenly engaging him in the magical world that he had long been banned from, buying him a most expensive wand and teaching him several rudimentary spells. Suddenly, he was her pride and joy. He dined on expensive meals and spoke with all of her influential friends, who now accepted him as the heir to the ancient Talbert family bloodline. She sent him off to Beauxbatons on his first day with an extremely unexpected kiss on the cheek, and thus William found himself immersed in yet another new sort of life.
[/blockquote] Likes: William enjoys reading and intelligent conversation, and he especially likes heated debate. He also has developed a taste for particularly fine food, as his Aunt exposed him to gourmet over the years. He enjoys the company of his father whenever he can manage to see him, although his Aunt’s constant bashing of him has somewhat dulled his affection. [/blockquote] Dislikes:William is understandably extremely fearful of fire, and has trouble maintaining him composure with candles about. He has also developed a sort of distaste for his mother (largely encouraged by his Aunt), and finds it very hard to feel more than sympathy and a touch of disgust for her whenever he visits her at St. Mungos. William has also been steadily gaining a dislike for half-breeds and other ‘lower’ beings, entirely credited to his Aunt’s influence. [/blockquote] Fears:Fire, as stated before, is William’s greatest fear, although he would be entirely reluctant to admit it. William also fears repeating the cycle of abandonment and neglect that he experienced in his early life and is extremely afraid of losing the acceptance of his aunt. [/blockquote] Aspirations:A career as some sort of government official seems highly appealing to William, as authority and privelage are among his top desires. Beyond academic pursuits, William has very few goals for himself. [/blockquote] Personality:As one would expect from someone coming from such a broken and changing background, William’s personality is extremely volatile and unstable.
William has been extremely intelligent and willing to learn since his birth, this has been a trait that has proved consistent even through the changes in his life. William has always been a voracious reader, consuming most of the classics during his early teens.
The processes of disownment and then sudden and immediate inclusion by his Aunt have left very visible scars on William’s personality. His attitude towards life has evolved greatly and is now almost unrecognizable.
He was once taught by his mother and father that all human beings were equal, and William held this empathetic quality dear to his heart. Even in a world of misfits in Paradise, he was teased for having a ‘retarded’ mother. The defiant William would maintain that his mother was just as much a person as everyone else, and he stubbornly loved her unconditionally. The young William also found himself to be friendly and adventurous, just as all innocent children should be.
The death of William’s mother and his initial placing in the clumsy and cold hands of his Aunt provoked many changes in his personality. Once naively trustworthy, William found himself faced with the reality that his mother, who he had placed extreme amounts of loyalty in, could not be trusted. The first hints of bitterness from abandonment showed their ugly head, and William struggled to place his new feelings as he entered his teenage years. He loved his mother, yes, but how could she have hurt him so? She was suddenly not only a social leper (William had never had trouble dealing with this in the past) but a danger, and for the first time in his life William found himself questioning his most basic principle. Perhaps there were some people that were greater than others – perhaps his mother was to be looked upon as a disgrace for hurting and scaring him and leaving him homeless. For the most part, William managed to shove those feelings aside and found himself still being able to relate with those socially displaced people had been taught to love, because his aunt inflicted those feelings of leprosy upon him daily. William remained consistently and quietly bitter, hiding away in his own mind, until the drastic day when he received his invitation to attend Beauxbatons and he was suddenly thrust into the elite praise of his Aunt.
To understand the effect that William’s Aunt Matilda has held over his personality during the years of her acceptance of the boy, it is important to first visualize their relationship. The boy hadn’t felt the touch of affection or the noise of praise for nearly half of his life, and as his Aunt extended her love out to him he was hungry to seize it up. It didn’t really matter to William, at least not after a while, that his Aunt obviously only cared for him because he was of wizarding blood. Acceptance and love were precious jewels, and it didn’t matter how he acquired them.
William was thrust into the world of elitism as his Aunt suddenly showered him in not only the best assortment of spell books in the country but also the most impossible set of standards for what was acceptable. Without complaint, and really without even realizing it, William became exactly how his aunt wanted him to be. He found himself scoffing at whatever half-blooded witches and wizards that seemed to always “be up to something no good” in the newspapers, ignoring the fact that his blood certainly wasn’t pure. He began to sniff at whatever stupid comment the muggle on the street would make about the weather to him, feeling that the innocent man really wasn’t worth his precious time. He also found himself using the intelligence of a man to judge his worth, an addition that clearly reflects his dismay for his mom.
Most of this new found hatred can be attributed not only to the spell-binding promise of the affection of his Aunt, but to the fact that William was still extremely bitter and hurt about his past. Perhaps, he would unconsciously reckon, dissociating himself as much as possible from his mother who seemed to have betrayed him and her people would ease and numb the pain.
No matter the reason, William’s hate is very superficial, and his originally empathetic mind should, in time, be able to push through his defensive exterior and through the prejudice of his Aunt. In time, he should be able to discover that his attempt to deal with the pain of the loss of his family has failed miserably. Until then, William will still set himself above the common man.
William is hardly quiet at school, and although not considered to be a “Know-It-All”, the boy will proudly flaunt his opinions on every matter and every subject. He is difficult to prove wrong, simply because he refuses to believe that the opinions of others have any merit, a byproduct of his Aunt’s rearing. William has an assortment of people that he finds himself “hanging out with” despite the fact that his nagging mind refuses to believe that the friendship with paupers has any real worth. Beyond the bitter wall of defense, William does truly feel for his friends, as much as he would hate to admit it to himself. He tries very hard to refuse to trust or rely on any one person, but often miserably fails despite the fact that he will internally deny it.
He spends most of his time thinking or reading or arguing, and attempts to avoid the ‘common pursuits of the common man’ such as excessive socializing or partying. He insists that finds himself to be above such activities, although a familiar and insatiable desire to have fun and play will often have to be shoved aside.
In short, William suppresses all of his natural personality in order to please the Aunt that has given him the acceptance he needs. Also, his new found lifestyle provides an emotional defense mechanism against the unresolved horror and emotional distress of his past.
[/blockquote] Role Play Sample:
“Lily?” William said softly, unwilling to call her ‘Mother’. Lily wasn’t a mother. Mother’s didn’t let their children come to any harm.
He stepped inside of the dreary hospital room labeled to contain a “mentally unstable” patient and stared at the pealing yellow walls with a frown. They were ugly, but they weren’t as ugly as the figure that lay in the bed behind him. He didn’t want to look down at her, but he knew he would have to.
“Will!” she called out in her familiarly excited voice. William glanced at her. She was ugly, that was for certain. Her small and porcelain features and her big blue glassy eyes masked the sheer stupidity and grotesqueness below the skin. “They said you weren’t coming!” she said, with that imbecilic bright voice of hers.
“Well, I came.” he said quietly. He didn’t have a choice, after all. His father had insisted that he visit her at least once a month during the school year, no matter what activities and class work traveling to the middle of Britain might interrupt. During a recent conversation with his father, William had been informed that his visits to his mother were clearly the highlight of her very existence. This revelation made William feel a bit nauseous.
William would have stood awkwardly at her bedside for the entire extent of her visit if Lily hadn’t pounded on the clear spot on the bed next to her for a good thirty seconds. He sat down reluctantly, smoothing out the quilt below him.
She immediately latched her small hand onto William’s wrist, and he wouldn’t have thought anything odd out of it until she began inspecting it quietly, her large eyes absorbing the damaged skin beneath her hand. She ran a finger down the shining burn that consumed William’s arm, her brows furrowed in confusion.
“Did you get hurt, Will?” she asked, her eyes large and expectant. Will felt the corner of his mouth twitch.
Yes, Lily was stupid. It had been long established in his mind that she had the intelligence of a ten year old. But he couldn’t imagine that she was unable to recall the inferno of that day, the orange and the red flames eating at their house and their lifestyle. The heat and the smoldering wood and the quick screams from upstairs from her dying son as he took a few hopeless breaths. Sure, she was stupid, but why couldn’t she remember that the flames had licked at his own arm as well, searing up his skin into a mess of garbled flesh that resembled bacon? Perhaps because she had been running away the whole time, the fool, running and leaving her babies burning.
“Yes, I got hurt.” He said quietly, jerking his arm away from his mother’s gaze but not saying anything else. She was too dumb to understand, anyways.
[/blockquote] This is really difficult... Sournois or Rouerie... I'm thinking Rouerie!
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Post by worldofwonders on Nov 23, 2009 20:08:28 GMT -5
First Name:
Kathryne Michaela
Last Name:
Keller
Age:
Sixteen, Going On Seventeen
Appearance:
[pb; sierra kusterbeck]
History:
Kathryne, who is a pureblood, was adopted by a nice muggle family just eighteen months after she was born. They raised her until she was of age to go to Beauxbatons, and it shocked the whole family when they learned of her abilities. They were in utter chaos after that, trying to hide Kathryne's secret from the neighbors and family. Her foster mother, Cheyenne, thought she was going insane after the first day. She usually gossiped with everyone, and now she was having mental breakdowns to ensure that no one knew about Kathryne's unnatural ways. The girl was raised as a Catholic and taught strictly that these things just didn't exist, but now everything was going backwards. "Witches and wizards don't exist, you know that!" Well, then explain the announcement saying Kathryne's magical. She started school at Beauxbatons a year late, meerly because Kathryne was trying to figure out if this whole Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic was a load of bull or not. Her actual parents were no where to be found, and presumed dead, so she just assumed that maybe they were wizards. She ended up going to Beauxbatons anyway, and caught up on her magical skills. That puts us to the present time.
[Bahh, sorry. Descriptions aren't my strong points.]
Personality: Kathryne's usually nice to everyone until you get her to the brink of insanity. She will go off on you for hours on end if you push her far enough. Kathryne is cursed with the look of the devil when she's mad- you can practically see the fire in her eyes and the heat lurking in her veins. She's highly sarcastic, as any teenager would be, and it's hard to tell if she's lying or telling the truth sometimes. Kathryne will hardly ever go out of her way to help someone, but if you're very close to her, she'll give her life for you. She's extremely kind and fun to be around once you get close to her, but if you don't know her she can be as cold as ice. She's very skeptical[sp?] of people, and building trust with her might take a while.
When she's alone, she finds herself almost the complete opposite of what I mentioned. She's either cozy in bed with a book, drawing or skipping about Beauxbatons. Kathryne's often lurking around Beauxbatons, but purely out of curiousity. She adored big houses back home, so the Academy of Magic was simply just a area of wonder to her.
likes - Food, music, photography, writing, picky eaters, humor, energy drinks, popping her knuckles, nailpolish, purple, reading, cinemas, cinnamon rolls, stubborn people, awkward situations, making things awkward, saying awkward, cats, cute little lyrics, saying short words, making sporatic dance moves, being hyper, dancing when there's no music, relaxing near an ocean, the smell of saltwater, embarassing moments, pick up lines, sunshine.
dislikes - rude people, dead grass, too much color, her foster mother, random fat kids, posers, dogs, owls, parrots, short nails, red, blood, cursing in every sentence, fighting to get the upper hand, nightmares, chainsaws, couples, big cities, city lights, roses, judgemental people, rap music, bad grammar and spelling.
Sample RP: Lovin, is what I got. I said remember that! Kathryne hummed along to the tune of the song on the radio, blocking out her foster mothers voice. Her heart was dancing along to the beat of the harmony, remembering the old times that she shared with her friends while listening to the song. Music was her life, and her ears were streaming live via radio. Love's what I got, don't start a riot. "Earth to Kat!" Cheyenne bellowed, reaching out to the volume knob to turn the optimistic music off. Kathryne closed her eyes in anger, she had had enough for today. Anger had always gotten the best of her, especially after school when she was already pissed off about those insane teachers. She wasn't usually the most euphoric person out there.
"I was listening to that, mom," Kathryne said calmly, opening her eyes. She twisted her pale lips in frustration, deforming them and smearing her lip gloss a little, then cracked her knuckles. Damn, bad habits. She knew that it wasn't very attractive, but it wasn't like guys were in her car stalking her every move.
"You weren't listening to music, you're tuning me out. Now honey, some boy named Johnny called while you were in the ladies room at Sears - maybe you should call him back. He sounded really sad that you weren't near your phone," Cheyenne replied with a stone cold smile.
Kat had a feeling that her foster mother was just trying to grind her gears, so she ignored her. Anger was streaming through her veins like fire already, and she wasn't about to let her little smirk get to her. Her foster mother kept talking, practically drowning Kat's ears in the noise. Well, she didn't give her friend Johnny her cell phone number, so it wasn't a big deal. Cheyenne was just lying to her, so she could create a false mother and daughter rivalry. Kathryne grimaced at her phone, then closed her eyes in the front seat of the car. If Cheyenne was telling the truth and the phone call was of any importance, Johnny would call her back later. Kat sighed, lyrics of a different song streaming through her head like creek water again, and she set her head against the headrest of her seat. Everywhere I Go, Everywhere I Go.
[Hope this is good enough, my muse escaped me today.]
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Post by dravenlaroque on Nov 24, 2009 15:17:45 GMT -5
First Name:
Draven
Last Name:
Laroque
Age:
Seventeen
Appearance:
Draven is a very handsome young man. Standing at 6'1 in height.He had light hazel eyes, beautiful, open and bright, in the right light they’ve got an almost topaz look to them. Even though they’re still brown, they’re sort of caramel at the same time. His eyebrows are not too bushy. His eyes are slightly almost shaped and not too big or too small.Draven's hair as a peculiar color. It has a certain brown/bronze color to it. It is a very strange color, but fit his style and appearance.Draven has half long/short tousled hair.Draven usually wears his hair spiked up in the front. His skin is rather pale, and is marked with a few scars from fights he has been in, and of course a vampire bite on his neck.
History:
Family (members):
Father: Eric Laroque
Mother: Heather Laroque
Twin Sister: Devynn
History:Draven Laroque was born London, on a stormy July night. He was the first born of the twin children. His sister Devynn was born three minutes after him. They birth of the twins was the happiest and the saddest day of Draven's fathers life. The love of Eric's life and the mother of his children, passed five minutes after the babies where born. The children where left with a nanny for the first few weeks of their lives. Their father went slightly insane, staying out at all hours drinking. After a couple of weeks, he straightened himself out, knowing that Heather would want him to take care of his children and not drink himself into a grave next to her.
Eric raised the twins as best he could being a single father. He worked all day, and came home to the children of the nights, helping their nanny take care of them. It stayed that way for the most part of Draven's childhood. Soon after his seventeenth birthday, he found out that he was a pureblood wizard, but he couldn't join a school just yet. He was rather upset that he couldn't go and learn about magic since he figured out that he was indeed a wizard. A month after he found out that he was a wizard, a coven of Vampires attacked his home. They killed Eric, but left Draven and Devynn alive with a bite on their necks. The twins where sent off to live with the closest family they had, which was in the united states.
The big move was a hard one, for both twins. They hated living in the states. It was so very different than London had been. Living there for another three years, in nothing but misery, Draven finally got to go back to London and went to Hogwarts to learn to be a wizard, like his father and mother had. Leaving Devynn behind in the states was very hard for Draven, but he promised her that she would join him soon enough.
Personality: Draven is a very interesting character to be around.Because his moods shifts so suddenly, its kinda hard to tell what kind or type of mood is in.One minute he can be cold or harsh to someone, then in the next, Draven can be a perfect gentlemen.To someone who doesn't know him, it can be very confusing and irritating.Draven can be very charming and a perfect gentlemen.He is extremely curious, almost to the point of annoying sometimes, which kind of contradicts his image as a gentleman. He is mostly able to hide his eager for curiosity by being charming though, and even though he doesn’t always hide it, he is still viewed as a gentleman.
Other times he can be very outspoken and also brutally honest with someone.Draven can be he is very determined sometimes.Once made up his mind, it takes a lot of effort to try and convince him otherwise. You may even find yourself in a position that has the role reversed where Draven might try and convince you.He is incredible over protective of those he cares about and would walk through fire (literally) to save someone he loves. When it comes to family, that is his ultimate weak point, he would do anything for them. He’s so worried they’ll get discovered and would feel that it was his fault if they were.Other wise, Draven is usually cold to every person he meets.Because of his cold attitude, Draven rather to avoid other people, and prefers to be by himself.
Sample RP: Draven hadn't really paid much attention to anyone or anything around the school as of late. Not that he ever did anyway, the school was a school. Someplace he thought he would never be rid of. He wondered what he would do after he left, still looking like a run of the mill seventeen year old he was sure it would be hard for him to get a job. Though it wasn't as though Draven needed money to survive. He just needed blood and he could pretty much get that free.
Unlike most people, Draven hadn't signed up for any of his lessons yet. He kept saying to himself, ill do it tomorrow. In Draven's eyes, why do today what you can do tomorrow? Though of course, tomorrow never came did it? It felt strange being back in the forest. Over the break he had gone to his fathers house. Of course his father wasn't there due to the fact he was missing, though the House Elf had still managed to keep the mansion clean, addressing him as Master Draven as soon as he walked through the door. The poor elf had been neglected of attention since he had been gone.
Though since nobody lived in the house, except for one and a half month every year, the house was looking slightly groggy. Not to mention dark and dank. Though Draven had grown accustomed to dark places and now, since his father was nowhere to be found, he had a mansion all to himself. Draven tried to see the bright side of this, but he had always loved his fathers company and having nobody but a house elf who was annoying in more ways than one, Draven found himself stressing. "Ifalna! Leave the room" he often had to say to the little thing.
Draven was still listening to the air around him. Within minutes it was disturbed, he could feel the waves pulsing as something else entered where he was. Using his nose he sniffed the air and the familiar scent of blood came to his nose. The familiar scent, he knew it. He had not tasted it but he almost knew the smell. It was so strong, like he had been so close to this person before. Smirking to himself when he heard, what almost sounded like a girl's voice.Walking out from behind a tree, Draven spoke to the person, as to not startle them." You really shouldn't be walking around in the woods at night.What brings you out here? Are you lost?,he said back. Standing up from where he was and turning to face her.
The girl looked like she could have almost jumped, but instead of remarking on it, Draven just stood still, almost as motionless as a statue.It was probably another student who got lost in the woods, for some reason that seem to happen lately, since Draven arrived here to his new school.He remembered at one point, when he had to ask for directions himself.Draven sighed, then walked closer to the girl slowly, as to not frighten her."if your wanting to know which way, is back to the castle, then go that way, to reach school grounds"., He said and pointed in the right direction, toward the campus.Draven really wasn't sure what the girl was doing out here, but at least he could point her to which way the school was, so she could reach it safely. Must be Rouerie! |
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Post by ciarannelaroux on Nov 25, 2009 7:33:21 GMT -5
FIRST NAME: CIARANNE-ANTOINETTE
LAST NAME: LAROUX
AGE: 12 ½
APPEARANCE:
 HISTORY:
FRANCIS AND JACQUELIENNE HAVE LONG AWAITED THIS DAY. THE SIXTEENTH OF MARCH. AFTER ALL, IT’S THEIR SECOND DAUGHTER'S BIRTHDATE. THEIR EARNEST WISH AFTER THE DEATH OF THEIR FIRSTBORN DAUGHTER, JEAN-PIERRE. AFTER A YEAR OF JEAN-PIERRE'S DEATH, THEY HAD A SON AND NAMED HIM EDOUARD-EMILIE, WHO IS NOW TWENTY. SOON, THEY HAD TWINS, BOTH BOYS, AND NAMED ETIENNE-JACQUES AND GUILLAUME-MARIE, NOW FIFTEEN. AND THEN AFTER A YEAR, LAURENT-EMMANUELLE, FOURTEEN, ENTERED THE PICTURE.
AND HERE COMES THE FAMILY'S PRINCESS, CIARANNE-ANTOINETTE.
CIARANNE-ANTOINETTE IS THE ONLY MEMBER OF THE FAMILY WHO HAS HER OWN ROOM. EDUOARD-EMILIE AND LAURENT-EMMANUELLE SHARE ROOMS AND SO DID HER TWIN BROTHERS AND PARENTS.
SHE WAS NAMED AFTER HER GRANDMOTHERS, CERIENNE AND ANNE, AND THE WORLD FAMOUS MARIE ANTOINETTE. SHE CAME FROM A PUREBLOODED FAMILY, BUT IT NEVER GETS INTO HER HEAD.
SHE INHERITED HER GREEN EYES FROM HER MOTHER, WHO HAS VEELA BLOOD AND IT MANIFESTS IN HER HAIR COLOUR, WHICH IS BLONDE. SHE ALSO INHERITED HER RED LIPS FROM HER MOTHER. ON THE OITHER HAND, HER SLEEK, MIDNIGHT BLACK HAIR CAME FROM HER FATHER, AND SO DID HER COMPLEXION.
IN THE FAMILY, HER APPEARANCE WAS THE MOST QUIZZICAL, FOR HER BROTHERS HAVE THEIR MOTHER'S BLONDE HAIR AND THEIR FATHER'S GREYISH BLUE EYES. IN FACT, BEING WITH HER BROTHERS OFTEN AROUSED QUERIES OF WHO SHE IS, BUT HER BROTHERS WOULD TELL THE TRUTH STILL, THE PEOPLE WOULD LEAVE, DOUBT VERY VISIBLE ON THEIR FACES.
THE LAROUX RFAMILY IS ONE OF THE WEALTHY FAMILIES IN ENGLAND, WHERE FRANCIS CAME FROM. HE LIVED A VERY CAREFREE LIFE, FOR ALL THE THINGS ARE LAID DOWN IN FRONT OF HIM. BUT HIS FIRST TRIP TO ITALY CHANGED HIM AND HIS LIFE.
IN ITALY, HE MET JACQUELIENNE, A BLONDE-HAIRED FRENCH MAIDEN. JACQUELIENNE CAME FROM FRANCE, FROM A PUREBLOODED WIZARDING FAMILY. SINCE FRANCIS MET JACQUELIENNE, HE CHANGED.THE JOBLESS BOY NOW BECAME A POTION INGREDIENT PRODUCER. AND JACQUELIENNE, FORMERLY A SELF-CENTERED MAIDEN BECAUSE OF HER VEELA BLOOD, NOW BECAME A BOOKSTORE OWNER. THEY HAD MANY DATES AND AFTER EIGHT YEARS OF LOVE FOR EACH OTHER, THEY WERE MARRIED. IN THREE YEARS, THE APOTHECARY AND THE BOOKSTORE WAS MERGED AND IS NOW KNOWN AS APOTHECARY BOOKSTORE.
PERSONALITY:
CIARANNE-ANTOINETTE IS A KIND, MEEK GIRL, WITH FRIENDS THAT CAN BE COUNTED ON HER FINGERTIPS BECAUSE SHE RARELY GOES OUT OF THE HOUSE, FOR SHE IS A VERY SHY GIRL. SHE IS USUALLY SEEN INSIDER THE ENORMOUS HOME LIBRARY, ANYWHERE WHERE BOOKS ABOUND, THE DANCE STUDIO, OR THEIR SPACIOUS GARDEN, PLAYING WITH THEIR FAMILY PETS. AT HOME, SHE IS CONSIDERED THE ‘DOMINANT SPECIE’, BECAUSE ALL HER WISHES ARE GRANTED, BUT SHE IS NPOT A SPOILED CHILD. SHE WOULD RATHER DO THINGS SECRETLKY THAN IN PUBLIC. SHE IS THE FAMILY’S QUIETEST MEMBER, OFTEN FOUND WITH A BOOK IN HER HANDS.SHE HATES CROWDS, OFTEN HIDDEN IN HER ROOM DURING FAMILY PARTIES. SHE REFRAINS FROM GOING OUT OF THE HOUSE TOO OFTEN, AND SHE WILL NOT GO OUT OF THE GARDEN WITHOUT ATLEAST TWO SERVANTS, OR A MEMBER OF HER DFAMILY. CIARANNE-ANTOINETTE IS A SHY GIRL, BUT HER PERSONALITY IS NEVER FORGOTTEN.SHE IS ALSO THE FAMILY’S KNOW-IT-ALL, HAVING HER MOTHER’S LOVE OF BOOKS AND COMPHREHENSION, AND HER FATHER’S MEMORY. HER WORST FEAR IS FAILING IN THINGS THAT SHE DOES, MOST ESPECIALLY IN HER STUDIES.
AT A YOUNG AGE, CIARANNE-ANTOINETTE ALREADY SHOWED HER LIKES AND DISLIKES. SHE LIKES BOOKS, AND ANYTHING ELSE THAT WOULD MAKE HER CLEVERER. SHE HATES DIGUSTING STUFF AND MUD.
SAMPLE R.P.:
CIARANNE-ANTOINETTE WALKED THROUGH THE HALLS OF BEAUXBATONS, LOOKING FOR A SPACE OF HER OWN. UNFORTUNATELY, SHE FOUND NONE. SO, SHE WENT TO THE ENORMOUS LIBRARY, AND THERE SHE FOUND A SPACE, SECLUDED FROM OTHER EYES. SHE HATYED BEING STARED AT, BUT COULD NOT HELP IT. SHE HAS VEELA BLOOD AND SHE OFTEN MESMERIZES BOYS. HER VEELA BLOOD DOES NOT SHOW ON HER APPEARANCE, THOUGH. SITTING ON THE SOFT CHAIR THERE, SHE PULLED OUT HER FAVORITE BOOK, WHICH WAS GIVEN TO HER BY HER AUNT, THE BLUE COVER SHIMMERED IN THE SUNLIGHT, AND THE GREEN LETTERS READ, ADORA ROURIE, LA BIOGRAPHIE. THE BOOK WAS IN FRENCH, BUT IT DID NOT MATTER, FOR SHE WAS A MULTILINGUAL GIRL, KNOWING HOW TO READ, WRITE AND SPEAK FRENCH, ITALIAN, JAPANESE, RUSSIAN, KOREAN, AND ENGLISH. HER LOVE OF BOOKS GUIDED HER TO LEARN THESE LANGUAGES.
AFTER TWO HOURS, THE 400 PAGE BOOK WAS FINISHED, AND SHE NOW RETRIEVED SMALL LEATHER BOUND PICTURE BOOK. THE PICTURES WERE MOVING, OF COURSE. THERE LIES HER FAMILY PICTURES, AND THEY WERE ALL SMILING FOR THE CAMERA. SUDDENLY, SHE MISSED THEM ALL. BECAUSE OF THAT, SHE NOW TOOK OUT HER PHOENIX-FEATHER QUILL, A ROLL OF PARCHMENT AND A BOTTLE OF BLUE INK, THE ONLY INK COLOR SHE USES.
SHE BEGAN WRITING HER LETTER, STARTING FROM THE MOMENT HER FAMILY LEFT HER TO BOARD THE CARRIAGE TO BEAUXBATONS… Please re-wite your whole application in lowercase letters please! |
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Post by windsor on Nov 25, 2009 11:09:29 GMT -5
First Name: Serena
Last Name: Windsor
Full Name: Her Royal Highness Princess Serena Elizabeth Alexandra Windsor
Nicknames: Serena is rather fond of her name and would really appriciate it if you did not twist it into something horrid. Just Serena would suffice.
Age: 17
Appearance:
History:
If the word Princess does not hint it, then perhaps I should make it absolutely clear that Serena was born into a royal family. In fact, she was born into the royal family of Britain. Yes, as shocking as it may sound, the girl is, in fact, a princess. The Beauxbatons Academy of Magic is go- Serena, STOP taking over me.
On the 17th of October, little Princess Serena was born into the Royal family of Britain. She was the first and only child of the Crown Prince and she was raised spectacularly by her governesses and caretakers who all used to fawn over her. It wasn't long, however, before everyone started to notice how ... strange things seem to happen around the little Princess. Most of them, however, seem to try to disregard little incidents like hairs turning blue and food flying off in various directions without anyone throwing it. They had to, for they were sworn to secrecy by the royal family.
There were times when the incidents made it into the newspapers. Of course the family had to hush it down.
On her eleventh birthday, the Princess recieved a letter from a school called Hogwarts telling her that she was a witch. Not believing the audacity of some people, the girl had just chucked the letter into the flames. It was when two people dressed in weird wizards clothes had paid a visit to the palace and had sat her down and explained things to her, that she believed it to be true.
Of course the girl refused to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Why, HOW could her family even think of subjecting her to going to a common school, even if it was a wizarding one?
So instead of going to Hogwarts, the Princess stayed at home and got wizards to teach her magic. It wasn't long, however, before the girl wanted to be among those who were like her with whom she didn't have to hide who she was. Too proud to tell her family that she wished to go to school, she had just angsted alone until her father decided that she would attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic from this term.
While she pretends to be infuriated and extremely unhappy with this decision, she is secretly rather pleased and maybe even a little excited.
Personality:
One couldn't really blame the Princess Serena for being the proud, arrogant snob she was, now could they? For most people thought it was rather easy to sum up the girl. She was proud. She was arrogant. She was a snob and she was vain. It really wasn't that hard to see where she got it all from. With parents too busy trying to run a country (or at least pretend to run the country since the Prime Minister did that part of the job for them) and under the constant attention of the world, Serena was almost always left alone in the palace and was burdened with always trying to behave in a proper fashion.
If she ate or drank in the way she wanted to, she would be scolded for it. If she so much as held the spoon wrong, she would be told off. She had to memorise all sorts of things normal people these days would never have to care about.
Despite her flaws, Serena really isn't a bad person. It's just hard to find the goodness in her. Since she's never really had friends, when she does find one, Serena would be extremely loyal and although it would be hard to gain her trust, once you gain it, she could be extremely trusting. Of course she doesn't open up very easily to people on a personal level and you might have to fish information out of her in creative ways. She might dodge them all for she has had quite a good practise over the years what with the press and paparazzis. Her loyalty, though, might be because the people she truly cares for are few and far between.
Serena can be pretty oblivious to pain she has caused others, but once she recognises it, she can't stand seeing people hurt.
Although most people don't see this, Serena is very emotional and can be easily hurt. She has the heart of a little child, despite appearances. She is vain, she can be cruel and she can be very arrogant, but that is because nobody really corrected those flaws when she was a child. Her heart, though, is innocent and naive.
Sample RP:
Sometimes, Serena wished that she could open and close the door of her room on her own like a normal teenager so she could perhaps let her family hear just how displeased she was with their decision. Perhaps a loud BANG would let them know that the Princess was not happy about being sent to some pathetic wizarding school in the middle of nowhere in France. But of course, there were servants to do it for her, like there were servants to clean her room, servants to cook her food, servants to dress her up. These moments when she disliked being a Princess were rare and lasted for only about a few minutes. Girls all around the world dreamed of being a Princess.
And Serena was one.
She was the Princess, actually. Second in line to the throne.
Frustration and the desire to become common was soon replaced by smugness for the girl felt rather proud as though she had accomplished a great feet just by being born a Princess. Flipping her blonde hair back with the grace and elegance of a princess, the girl stepped into her room as the doors closed shut behind her and headed straight for her wardrobe.
No, the princess was not excited about going to some gastly school in FRANCE, of all places. But as she was to leave for the school in four days, she thought it was perhaps in her interest if she started her packing sometime in the next few hours. Preferably now.
Elizabeth, her personal professor of witchcraft, had pressed her to go to some place called Diagon Alley in London to get her supplies and had almost even been pushing for going to a similar place in Paris, but Serena had, firmly, refused. Was it not enough that she had to go to the school in the first place? She was not about to set foot in some dusted old alley in ANY country just to shop for her supplies. After all, wasn't that what servants were for? She could go and shop there herself if she was so willing. Serena was NOT.
Oh, forget it.
Leaving the door of her wardrobe open, Serena flung herself onto her bed in a very unprincessy fashion and closed her eyes and, before she quite knew it, she was off, fantasizing about just going to school and being ... free.
Suddenly, she couldn't wait. You are particularly difficult to place, but since you are not a bad person... Rouerie! |
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Post by melly on Nov 25, 2009 18:24:29 GMT -5
First Name:
eden cosette
Last Name:
gauthier
Age:
fourteen
Appearance:
Eden's sense of style is all her own. Not many students would walk around with mismatched clothes like a bright yellow headband with a rather fancy lace shirt with gym shorts, but on some days Eden ventures out into the world with that attire. She could care less of what other people think, all she cares about it if it feels good and maybe if it attracts a few odd stares. Growing up with two brothers Eden learned that the cuter it is the easier it becomes damaged so for a log period of time she was categorized as a 'tomboy' with camouflage pants and black over-sized t-shirts. Now that she is older Eden looks back and wonders what in the world she was thinking. Any day she will throw on a pair of worn in jeans and a huge sweatshirt but likewise she loves dressing up and acting cute. She's obsessed with jewelry if it was up to her she would buy only huge earrings, outlandish necklaces, and bracelets that clank together when she moves.
Lined up against a line of girls Eden will probably not be labeled the most beautiful. Still, there isn't anything that will make you turn away in disgust. Eden has a smooth heart shape face that is complimented with almond shaped hazel eyes and nice flush lips. Her features match her mothers, and Eden is reminded of this almost everyday by relatives, or close family members; but if you where to ask the girl she would tell you other wise. Where her mother has a nice warm to her features Eden's face has more points, with sharp lines that define her chin and her cheekbones she views her self like some kind of elf. Eden's on the short side, at least in her mind, so that helps with the elf-ness. Her body is more on the curvaceous side then skinny and her skin may be a clear white there are blotches along her legs from countless scars and bruises that never really healed the right way.
History:
Eden Cosette Gauthier came into the world red faced and screaming. Born to a very respectable French couple, Thomas and Lydia Gauthier, Eden was a very lucky child. She may have not been born with a silver spoon in her mouth but she had enough. Lydia had always wanted children but could never get pregnant, but with some help from doctors her dreams came true. Eden was always her mothers little miracle and Lydia knew that her little bundle of joy was different then all the other kids, it took eleven years before her prediction would come true but that's for later on in this story. Around her forth birthday little Eden received the best birthday gift; her mother was pregnant. This little girl would no longer have to play dress up with her dolls but a real baby now. Thomas Gauthier was a strong headed little boy that detested being played with. Instead of just letting her little brother be Eden was determined to dress him up and put make-up on him. This made them both very stubborn children; Thomas only learning to cry louder and louder and Eden learning never to give in. A year later Blake was born and now with the ratios being 2 boys to 1 girls Eden started loosing her cute little innocent act and became more or a tomboy.
The boys where always on the move, playing football, playing catch, anything active was their favorite thing to do. After breaking one of the lamps in the house they where ushered outside with Eden the one in charged to watch them. Over time she became more like a second mother to her siblings. "Don't point that stick anywhere close to his eye!" and "Just because its dead doesn't mean you have to eat it". Eden also learned to have fun, mud soon became her best friend and she could easily beat up some of the neighbor kids if they where unfair or picked on her younger brothers.
"You've got to be kidding me?" Was it some kind of joke? Eden Gauthier barely got any mail and out of the blue a few days after she turned eleven a letter had arrived from her from 'Beauxbatons Academy of Magic '. Clearly it was from her friends, just playing a joke on her, but there was something just so real about the letter. But the next day she got one, and the day after that she got two. Just out of curiosity Sawyer and her mother made their way into the city and followed the instructions to get to some sort of wizard shopping center and by golly, it was there. And by the time fall came around Eden was rushed off to Beauxbatons to start her new life. Being a witch and having to go to a school for it? What a big shock for a normal little French girl. Eden was often mad fun of because of her muggle parents making her wonder if she even was a witch. In classes she wasn't even that great at magic, yes she could do everything but it took a while. Anyone that tried to help her would get snapped at, to her they where all the same. They where all so eager to point at her heritage which just made Eden more eager to punch them in the face. Over the years it became easier though. The younger students became easy prey for Eden's tormenting. They reminded her of her brothers and their friends and it was easy to get under their skin. She may have left some kids freak out but she always tried to have a good laugh, not to hurt them in anyway.
The worst thing about Beauxbatons was the restrictions on when she could see her family and the fact that she missed her muggle family just gave more leverage to the students that hated her. Every break Eden was the first one on the train that head out into London and all of Summer she would try and cherish every moment. Even though it was against the rules to use magic in the muggle world Eden would sneak little toys and knick-knacks for Thomas and Blake. Her brothers ohed and awed over everything and couldn't wait until they turned eleven, hoping that whatever their older sister had would also be with them. Eden is unsure if she really wants her brothers to go to Beaxbatons, to have them made fun of just like she was, no thank you. But if in fact her brothers are wizards this would be her last year by herself because Thomas turns eleven soon.
Personality:
There is a lot to Eden, one minute she can be very sweet and loving but the next she can be screaming her head off. No she doesn't have multiple persons syndrome, or whatever its called, she just can't control her emotions as much as she'd like and ends up snapping at people. Think of a honeybee, the sting could hurt or be rather annoying, yet there is still honey which is really sweet. Even if you get on her good side you are still subject to some sarcasm and small jokes. In fact Eden teases the people she knows the best more then the people she hates, because in the end they are still friends. If you are on the other side of Eden's hatred you often get rude blunt comments if not a slap to the face. And if an adult where step into the picture everything changes. Eden has much respect for grown-ups she figures that they probably already went through a lot in their life, who is she to give them crap?
In new situations Eden is quiet and stays to herself. If someone offers her a helpful hand it makes her question whats the person up to rather then thinking it is genuine help. After getting picked on most of her first year at Beauxbatons she learned that not everyone can be nice. It will take a while but if you get Eden to soften up you might just find a whole different person. She doesn't think much before she speaks and can sound pretty blond at times. Not to mention all the embarrassing moments she could tangle herself into. But she loves to talk, and talk about anything really. With Eden around there will never be a silent moment. And if for a moment there is nothing to say Eden will be the one to ask that question with an obvious answer or make a comment on something completely irrelevant.
Eden isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Her time schedule is worked around 'not studying' and 'procrastinating' She'll purposefully go hang out with a friend or leave her book in some outlandish place just to have an accuse on why she didn't do her homework. The only thing Eden is freakishly good at is test taking. During class she zones in and out of the discussions; constantly doodling on her paper or staring out a window. But come test day Eden feels like all answers and obvious and its like they are just handing you extra credit. Now once in a while there will be a test she booms so you probably don't want to cheat of her test or anything, but she gets enough to pass and stay out of trouble.
Sample RP:
it was like that song in aladdin, the one with the magic carpet and the different cameos to other disney movies like mulan and hercules. the sky was bluer and the trees where greener. eden could see for miles and miles and this time she could see the sun kissing the earth as it set. normally all she could see was the closest star sinking behind the roofs of the tiny apartments west of her house. it had been a long day. all last night she couldn't sleep, knowing that when she woke up she would leave off to another world filled with magic and mystery. all she owned was stuffed into her mothers old traveling bag that could barely close with out her two little brothers sitting on it. everything about this new world was familiar, but just like a dream. she had seen castles and magic on the tv screen, but it was all fake anyways and now it was all in front of her, like some kind of fairytale come true.
the castle itself was titanic and everything about it screamed and oozed respect. if there weren't other teenagers all around her who would have give her old stares if she decided to do anything out of the ordinary eden would have watched up to the thick walls and run her fingers over the strong stone textures. maybe if she stood there long enough with her hand on the wall its pure awesomeness would rub off on her. but at the moment eden cosette didn't have time to stand near a wall, the professors where now ushering all the confused first years into the massive building. inside, the magnificence seemed to double. as she was being pushed along with the crowd of people eden could make out all the little gothic and romanesque designs that detailed all the walls and paintings. how could this all be happening? all the people in the portraits where moving and the candles hovered over their heads as if held up by invisible thread.
the group was stopped in front of two huge doors. one of the professors was speaking but eden was to wrapped up in what was all around her to listen. her train of thought was bouncing back and forth between 'this has to be a dream' and 'i hope i don't look like an idiot just standing here gawking at the ceiling'. finally the doors opened revealing a feast. all the older students watched from their seats as the small group made their way down the long dinning area. eden did her best not to bump into the person infront of her, keeping her blues eyes on the ground so she didn't have to look at the all the other students. the headmistress said some welcoming words that eden's scattered-brain mind couldn't follow. the girl couldn't help switching from foot to foot waiting for the worst to come. what if people had a problem with her parents? or just didn't like her? what if she wasn't a witch at all and the sorting cloak rejected her? what would everyone do? erase her memory, no doubt or keep her there forever as a slave. one by one the fellow first years made their way to the front, where given a house and then sent off to that table. it wasn't long until they got to the g's and 'EDEN GAUTHIER!' was called out. with shaky legs eden shuffled her way to the front hoping for the best.
Must be Rouerie!
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Post by sandc14513 on Nov 27, 2009 0:23:50 GMT -5
First Name: Auriele-Nicolette Middle Names: Avelyn Lisette Annette Cornelia Bleu Avril Cosette Last Name: Carviere Nicknames: Ella, Ellie, Nikki, Letta Blood Type: Seer, Veela, Witch (Mixed Blood) Height: 5'4 Age:12 Apperance: Aurielle has long dark brown wavy hair and green eyes. Bunches of freckles and a uptilted nose. She has very pale skin and alot of freckles across her nose. She also likes to wear alot of black as well. History: On the 7th of October,1997 a little girl was born to adrielle and Julian Carviere. Their second daughter and fifth and last child. Her mother told her that she was a much quieter baby then her siblings and her cousins had been as babies. She was described alot of the time as a dreamer. As she grew into a toddler she became more and more intrested in learning. At a young age her mother taught her how to read. She began at that moment a avid reader who loves books. Soon enough she had collected her own library. She also loves to write alot, but not as muchas she loves to read. Along with her sister Adele she was taught at home by her mother. She learned math, history, reading, writing, science and all the other subjects. She exceled in her grades and was quite a happy child most of the time. She loved adventure as well and would rumble and tumble with her 3 older brothers Julian, Jasper, and James. She was raised in Nord-Pas -de-Calais not far from England. Her mother was born in Belque and went to school at Hogwarts- one of the other witch and wizarding and witches schools. And her father went to a school in Greece. her parents had met in England and fallen in love at first sight. Soon enough her brother Julian(19) was born, then came Adele(17), Jasper(15), and James(14). her parents had lived in Italy as newlyweds intill they had Julian. But then they decided that it wasn't for them, so they moved to paris. They moved again when Aurielle was 4. Finally they moved to Calais riht next to Belgique. Her father got a job as a shopkeeper and her mother owned her own a bookstore (where Aurielle helped out.) They where a tight knit family, who loved to go on vacation and take bunches of photographs. For her 12th birthday she was given a lime green sleek camera (one of her favorite colors.).Which she loves to take photos with Her family and her live on a farmhouse on the coastline. She has her own room which she has modernized. She painted two of the walls black and the other two lime green, her favorite colors. Then she painted circles of the oter color on each wall. She has a walk in loset and orginal hardwood floors from the 17th century when the house was built. She has a orginal canopy bed and a old desk. ( That has a lamp, her laptop, camera, and iPod on it.) And a purple door. She has posters up on the wall- but she had to put them up with adhesive remover because her mother didnt want her to ruin the paint or thewalls. Her family isn't rich but they aren't poor either. They love each other alot for sure. But they have thir fights just like normal families do Even if her brothers do get annoying Aurielle still loves them. Aurielle has mixed-blood. Her mother has both Veela and Seerer in her ancestery. But her father is just a wizard. Some times Aurielle gets visions orprementions. her mother was estatic when Aurielle recieved into Beauxbatons. Personailty: Aurielle has a quick temper that gets her in trouble often because of it. She is unfortunley very impatient. She cannot deal most of the time if justice is not served. She's a loner and is very very shy (once she even hid under a chair.) She is also very smart as well and loves to learn. She doesn't like math as much as history though for sure. She is a very quiet gir, who is sometimes depressed. She loves romance and romance novels. She dreams about her future, her wedding day, and having kids. She is a all around natural good girl though. Sample RP: Aurielle sat at her desk biting her lip over a very ahrd algerbra problem. Who really cares if f(x) is the function of x? She thought tapping her pen frustrated. Suddenly music blasted through the walls. Her brother James was blasting his stupid rap music. Aurielle didn't understand how he could like rap. She got up and turned on her stereo. She picked out her CD with some of James's least favorite songs. Suddenly he came burstin into her room. "What do you want? And have you ever heard of knocking? No" He went over and turned off her stero. "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!! James is touching my stuff." She screamed running down the stairs knowing that he wouldn't get in much rouble just be told to go do something. Her and James's rooms where on the 3rd floor unlike the rest of the famlies who where on the 2nd floor. She knocked on her parents door repeadtly knowing her her mom was in their. She kept knocking and screaming. "Mom!!Mom!!Momm!!" Over and over.Finally her mother answered the door a curling iron still in her long blonde hair and her lipstick half on. " Oui. Ma chere?" She asked, "Mo-o-oom, James is messing with my stuff AGAIN.!" She said. "James, Combien de fois vous ai-je dit de ne pas toucher à vos sœurs commandes? Maintenant, allez dehors et aider votre père et ses frères. Aller!" (James, How many times have I told you not to touch your sister's things? Now go outside and help your father and brothers. GO!)Aurielle's mother said. Sighing because this was what these two usaully did. Closing the door and going back to curling her hair. Aurielle smirked and James scowled. " Et James transformer votre musique au large de ses ébranler toute la maison!" (And James turn your music off its shaking the whole house). Her mother yelled from her room.Aurielle ran up the stairs to her desk. And James came after her turning his music and going downstairs-not before giving her a glare. Finally tranquil peace and quiet. But she knew it wouldn't be that way for long because James would find a way to get her back. He always did. She sat back down and finally came up with the right answer to her algerbra problem. Maybe being side-tracked helped. Maybe she would thank James. The she thought again.Nah Must be Rouerie!Attachments:
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