Sorting (Term Fourteen)

[jessy2]

who's that girl, that girl is me

nom: Marjorie Clémence Molière
apparence:

histoire: Constance Marie Molière was married to Douglas English, a auror with an lot of money. Constance had identical twins with him, Dominque and Florence, and another girl, Stéphanie, a few years later. They lived a busy life in the middle of the hussle and bussle of London. Constance missed her life in Paris, where she had spent her childhood. One night, she ran away without her children to Paris. She spent a few nights with her family, then decided to go out and have fun. She went to her favourite bar, and met a man there. The next morning, she woke up in a motel, with the man there sleeping. She ran out of the motel, never knowing who the man was. Constance arrived home in London, and announced to Douglas that she was pregnant. She moved to Paris, with her children, never seeing her ex husband again.
Marjorie was born on the 30th December, five days after Christmas in Paris’ St Mungos Wizardering Hospital. As Constance had to earn a living for her children she worked as a receptionist at the Paris’ Minister of Magic’s office, while Dominque and Florence looked after their baby sister. There were a lot of things wrong with Marjorie. For one, she was a dark blonde; the Molière family had only had light blonde hair. No one has had a different hair colour than light blonde. Finally, she had shown magical powers at only three days old. This struck Constance a lot as she thought that she had been punished, because she had had an affair.
Marjorie was educated by her twin sisters, who had recently graduated from Hogwarts, she absolutely hated being taught . Constance married the former Minister of Magic, Yves Langdon, when Marjorie was seven. Marjorie hated Yves, and did countless of pranks on him. One even when she called her mother’s phone, to inform that he had had an affair. Yves slapped Marjorie whenever she did a prank, Constance despised this. The couple argued and had many fights. When Constance fell pregnant with Valentine, Yves had an affair with his new receptionist. They divorced only a year later, Marjorie was nine.
Constance went back as working as a receptionist for the new Minister of Magic. Marjorie was sent off to England, to attend Hogwarts. Marjorie absolutely hated Hogwarts, and she wrote countless of letters telling her mother to take her home. Her mother disapproved and left her daughter there. Marjorie was very naughty as well, being sent up to the headmaster’s office was a daily routine. She swore at the headmaster’s face, smoked pot in the girl’s bathrooms and drunk countless of bottles of vodka, until she vomited onto the headmaster. Marjorie was finally expelled after she held a party in the headmaster’s office, while he was away. Marjorie was then sent to Beauxbatons.

personnalité:
confident:Marjorie is very confident and at times comes over as arrogant. She doesn't mind standing in front of randoms and yelling and screaming. Marjorie likes being the centre of attention, and would grab at any chance to be the main piece of entertainment.
intimidating:Marjorie is very intimidating to others, and has even made a child go into counselling. Marjorie has also beaten someone up, and she intimdates people on purpose.
unkind:Marjorie is unkind to everyone even her family. She is rude to her teachers, this is a reason why she was expelled from Hogwarts.
disrespectful:Marjorie is disrespectful to her friends mostley. Marjorie cheats on her friend's boyfriends, spreads rumours, lies, and treats people like a pile of doxie poo.
self-obsorbent: Marjorie only thinks about one thing, which is herself. Marjorie only thinks about her hair, her body,, her Myspace, her make-up, her clothes, and her problems. Marjorie is stuck in her own little world too much sometimes.
other:Confident and never afraid. Marjorie is your not average teenage girl. Marjorie speaks her mind, and isn’t afraid of what others thinks. She is the life of the party and loves having a good time. Everyone loves her, and wants to be her best friend. Marjorie has had countless of boyfriends, and cheats on her friend’s boyfriends too. This never bothers her though. She is very naughty, and she thinks everyone is below her. Marjorie is very humorous and bullies people when she is bored. Her Veela charm works and all the boys want her. She hates learning and doesn’t do what she is told.

échantillon rp: Marjorie hid behind a tree, she pulled out a cigarette packet and lighter from her pocket. She lit the cigarette and she sucked in the beautiful smoke. It was the middle of term, and she had arrived at Beauxbatons with a guardian to look after her. The guardian had just gone up to the school to ask the headmistress if she could come in yet. The guardian had said to Marjorie to stay put and not to do anything. What a loser!, Marjorie thought, How can you look after me, for God’s sake!
Marjorie heard the rustle of footsteps and hid her cigarette behind her back. She saw the short, chubby woman looking for her. Marjorie came out from behind the tree, pulling her two huge suitcases behind her.

‘Oi! I am here, God woman! Jesus Christ, hurry up!’ Marjorie yelled, the abuse leaving her lips without regret. The woman looked at her with a hard stare, and Marjorie smirked.
‘You are not allowed to swear here, at Beauxbatons!’ the woman said, with no emotion at all. ‘Now, you will not be entering the Grand Hall tonight, but we will go past it’
Hmmm, Marjorie thought I think moi has a plan!
The woman started walking up the stairs to the school, and Marjorie followed, her cigarette now dangling from her lips. She pulled her two heavy suitcases behind her, until she reached the door of the school. She quickly hid her cigarette behind her.
‘Oi! You! Yeah, small fat lady! Carry these suitcases for me?’ Marjorie said, chucking the suitcases at her. The woman tumbled and fell, but Marjorie just opened the door. She heard the loud nosies of talking, and headed straight forward. A huge door was in front of her, and she opened it, to see the hundreds of faces starring at her. Marjorie smiled. She took the cigarette from behind her, and starting smoking it, as she walked forward. She dropped her cigarette onto the floor, and stepped onto it with her black stiletto heel. The faces of the children all were focused onto her.

‘Hello, where’s the nearest pub?’ Marjorie said, smiling.[/center][/size]

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[aaurie]

FIRST NAME

Aurèlie-Abelle

LAST NAME

Bath

Age:

Seventeen

HISTORY

Early Years

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

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

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

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


Age Eleven-Seventeen

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

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

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

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


Now

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

PERSONALITY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SAMPLE

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

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

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

must be sournois

[jessy2]

who's that girl, that girl is me

nom: Marjorie Clémence Molière
apparence:

histoire: Constance Marie Molière was married to Douglas English, a auror with an lot of money. Constance had identical twins with him, Dominque and Florence, and another girl, Stéphanie, a few years later. They lived a busy life in the middle of the hussle and bussle of London. Constance missed her life in Paris, where she had spent her childhood. One night, she ran away without her children to Paris. She spent a few nights with her family, then decided to go out and have fun. She went to her favourite bar, and met a man there. The next morning, she woke up in a motel, with the man there sleeping. She ran out of the motel, never knowing who the man was. Constance arrived home in London, and announced to Douglas that she was pregnant. She moved to Paris, with her children, never seeing her ex husband again.
Marjorie was born on the 30th December, five days after Christmas in Paris’ St Mungos Wizardering Hospital. As Constance had to earn a living for her children she worked as a receptionist at the Paris’ Minister of Magic’s office, while Dominque and Florence looked after their baby sister. There were a lot of things wrong with Marjorie. For one, she was a dark blonde; the Molière family had only had light blonde hair. No one has had a different hair colour than light blonde. Finally, she had shown magical powers at only three days old. This struck Constance a lot as she thought that she had been punished, because she had had an affair.
Marjorie was educated by her twin sisters, who had recently graduated from Hogwarts, she absolutely hated being taught . Constance married the former Minister of Magic, Yves Langdon, when Marjorie was seven. Marjorie hated Yves, and did countless of pranks on him. One even when she called her mother’s phone, to inform that he had had an affair. Yves slapped Marjorie whenever she did a prank, Constance despised this. The couple argued and had many fights. When Constance fell pregnant with Valentine, Yves had an affair with his new receptionist. They divorced only a year later, Marjorie was nine.
Constance went back as working as a receptionist for the new Minister of Magic. Marjorie was sent off to England, to attend Hogwarts. Marjorie absolutely hated Hogwarts, and she wrote countless of letters telling her mother to take her home. Her mother disapproved and left her daughter there. Marjorie was very naughty as well, being sent up to the headmaster’s office was a daily routine. She swore at the headmaster’s face, smoked pot in the girl’s bathrooms and drunk countless of bottles of vodka, until she vomited onto the headmaster. Marjorie was finally expelled after she held a party in the headmaster’s office, while he was away. Marjorie was then sent to Beauxbatons.

personnalité:
confident:Marjorie is very confident and at times comes over as arrogant. She doesn't mind standing in front of randoms and yelling and screaming. Marjorie likes being the centre of attention, and would grab at any chance to be the main piece of entertainment.
intimidating:Marjorie is very intimidating to others, and has even made a child go into counselling. Marjorie has also beaten someone up, and she intimdates people on purpose.
unkind:Marjorie is unkind to everyone even her family. She is rude to her teachers, this is a reason why she was expelled from Hogwarts.
disrespectful:Marjorie is disrespectful to her friends mostley. Marjorie cheats on her friend's boyfriends, spreads rumours, lies, and treats people like a pile of doxie poo.
self-obsorbent: Marjorie only thinks about one thing, which is herself. Marjorie only thinks about her hair, her body,, her Myspace, her make-up, her clothes, and her problems. Marjorie is stuck in her own little world too much sometimes.
other:Confident and never afraid. Marjorie is your not average teenage girl. Marjorie speaks her mind, and isn’t afraid of what others thinks. She is the life of the party and loves having a good time. Everyone loves her, and wants to be her best friend. Marjorie has had countless of boyfriends, and cheats on her friend’s boyfriends too. This never bothers her though. She is very naughty, and she thinks everyone is below her. Marjorie is very humorous and bullies people when she is bored. Her Veela charm works and all the boys want her. She hates learning and doesn’t do what she is told.

échantillon rp: Marjorie hid behind a tree, she pulled out a cigarette packet and lighter from her pocket. She lit the cigarette and she sucked in the beautiful smoke. It was the middle of term, and she had arrived at Beauxbatons with a guardian to look after her. The guardian had just gone up to the school to ask the headmistress if she could come in yet. The guardian had said to Marjorie to stay put and not to do anything. What a loser!, Marjorie thought, How can you look after me, for God’s sake!
Marjorie heard the rustle of footsteps and hid her cigarette behind her back. She saw the short, chubby woman looking for her. Marjorie came out from behind the tree, pulling her two huge suitcases behind her.

‘Oi! I am here, God woman! Jesus Christ, hurry up!’ Marjorie yelled, the abuse leaving her lips without regret. The woman looked at her with a hard stare, and Marjorie smirked.
‘You are not allowed to swear here, at Beauxbatons!’ the woman said, with no emotion at all. ‘Now, you will not be entering the Grand Hall tonight, but we will go past it’
Hmmm, Marjorie thought I think moi has a plan!
The woman started walking up the stairs to the school, and Marjorie followed, her cigarette now dangling from her lips. She pulled her two heavy suitcases behind her, until she reached the door of the school. She quickly hid her cigarette behind her.
‘Oi! You! Yeah, small fat lady! Carry these suitcases for me?’ Marjorie said, chucking the suitcases at her. The woman tumbled and fell, but Marjorie just opened the door. She heard the loud nosies of talking, and headed straight forward. A huge door was in front of her, and she opened it, to see the hundreds of faces starring at her. Marjorie smiled. She took the cigarette from behind her, and starting smoking it, as she walked forward. She dropped her cigarette onto the floor, and stepped onto it with her black stiletto heel. The faces of the children all were focused onto her.

‘Hello, where’s the nearest pub?’ Marjorie said, smiling.[/center][/size]

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Must be Sournois!

[janeivry]

First Name: Jane
Last Name: Ivory
Age: 15
Appearance:
History: Jane has no recollection of before seven. Her Mother and Father say that she had amnesia when she was seven, so she wouldn't ever be able to remember before that. But, at the age of seven, she became a very normal girl.

Jane loved to paint. Not only did she love it, but she was very good at it. She could draw and paint like no other. Being very popular at the public school that Jane was sent to, she also came with another quality. She was rude, not only to other people, her friends got the attacks sometimes too. Luckily, Jane's "attacks" never got out of control enough that she would have anything happen to her.

By the time Jane turned eight, her parents knew that she was a witch. Even though both of them were very magical; they still didn't expect it with Jane. Jane's older brothers and sisters right away were stamped magical, but with Jane, they had to wait.

When Jane was eleven, they went to buy her things for Beauxbatons, and then, after four years of schooling, Jane is really into her fifth year.
Personality: Jane is witty, creative, and rude. She can be found painting any time, anywhere, but then at other times, she can be found strolling the corridors laughing at other students. Jane has a knack for staying out of trouble, even when she's doing something troublesome, and she also has an attitude for six people.
Sample RP: Jane was strolling the corridors, looking for either a new place she could take a photograph of so she could paint it, or some younger student that she could bag on. Either one would work for Jane. Students flooded around her, even though she was moving the same way as most of them, they acted like she was a rock, and they were the stream. Jane scoffed, she wasn't that slow! She was moving at a pace that seemed worthy of these hallowed corridors.

"Oh come on!" Jane said, her eyes shrinking to a glare. These people had no sense of time! There was no school today! None. NONE!

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I read your application and you need to develop more your personality and history and your RP sample must be at least three paragraphs!

[spirit]

CLAUDIA ROSALINDE DARLINGTON



first name
claudia “annabella”

middle name
rosalinde “ thérèse oceana véronique ”

last name
darlington “de la lecouvreur ”

age
two hundred and forty nine
forever fifteen

appearance


perfect image of a french 18 century noble courtier, her long wavy golden hair which fell down below her lower back, she had a slight rose coloring on her sunken cheeks which matched her pale lips. her large eagle shaped eyes colored a beautiful ocean blue. standing just under five foot ten and a bit and weighing 119 lbs, she did not fit in very well, even now she towers over many, though she may be very skinny for her height she is not as bony as would be expected.

now being a vampire her looks changed though not dramatically, her wavy gold hair now changed it a slightly curled platinum blonde, the rose which colored her cheeks has now gone and turn to a porcelain white, and her pale lips are not a bright red which match her crimson eyes. unfortunately she is not able to put on any weight, or grow anymore though that is not so much of a problem.

being forever fifteen she has never fully dev eloped, her face is still rather child like, her father say she has a baby face which she really does despise him saying. on her left shoulder is one of the only scar claudia has, a bite mark from sébatien, it has faded slightly but it is still visible which irritates her unbelievably. the other is a long line from her right shoulder to hip, which she got when she was living, for some reason it did not fade when she was bitten like the others she had, most likely because magic was used to do it.


abilities
vampire ability’s ; super speed, superhuman strength, heighted senses, mind reading and the ability to manipulate other peoples thoughts

family


step father


sébatien james darlington . twenty three. 835

step mother


gabrielle violette irina darlington . twenty five . 596

step brothers


nicolai laius darlington . eighteen . 344


damien marcus darlington . seventeen . 309

hunter edward darlingon . seventeen . 297

step sisters


petra beatrice fae darlington . sixteen . 280

history

born annabella thérèse oceana véronique de la lecouvreur, on the 31st december 1760. born to some noble family, the youngest of three and the only daughter. died and turned on may 30th 1775 at ten to twelve midnight by sébatien darlington.

claudia remembers only the last year of her life before her death, even that is slightly hazy. everything just seems to be a blank image in front of her eyes whenever she thinks of it. claudia has suppressed most of the things she does remember, it is all rather grim. she was beaten by her father and two brothers for reasons she does not know and other she does not want to say, her life was pretty miserable. she was locked away from most of the outside world, the friends she did have where only seen on special occasion as her mother never let her out of her chambers. she was made to learn all about being a lady and perfect wife.
claudia may have been abused mentally and physically by most of her family but she was always smothered with “love” and lavished with gifts which has left her rather spoilt.

the abuse that claudia took for what she can only think of as the whole of her life, has caused her to be scared, though more mentally and physically, a long scar run from the top of her right shoulder blade down to her hip, because of her poor memory she does not know how she got it, other scares thankfully healed when she was bitten but sébatien told her that she was covered in blood when he found her dying in the woods, under the blood laided many scars, wounds and bruises some old a some new.
the mental scars she has are much more related to relationship towards family and the general idea of love, which is the reasons he has such a hard time adjusting to livening with another six people in such a close proximity.

for the first few months of her transformation the claudia rosalinde darlington as she was now called rebelled against her new family. remembering very little of her past, forgetting the pain she went through for the last year, she felt nothing but disappear and hatred especially towards the man that has turned her. obviously she know of magic and vampires being a pureblood but she has never meet one and fared them slightly like many other did. she wondered around europe for just under a year, mourning her new life and the fact she could never see her family again. her memory soon began to come back, remember her family, her wish was to hunt them. she stopped herself from doing so, but ever now she wishes that she could go back and watch them suffer under her hand.

soon before her first birthday as a vampire she was found by one of her new “brothers” and talked into coming back to her new family. claudia found it very hard to adjust, especially as she was now being called claudia and having to learn how to live again. all the new things she could now do where slightly scary, having all the amazing vampire senses plus her ability to read minds was something she found slightly surreal but amazing all the same, even though having everyone thoughts in her head at the same time to start off gave her a terrible head ache.

the people she called her family where not so bad either, she grew very fond of her new step parents, and grow very close to her step brothers nicolai and hunter, who treated her like a baby a lot of the time but made her laugh a lot. claudia was not so fond of her step sister petra and other brother damien she got along with them fine but they never really connected in anyway, they had a few fights in her first years, most of the time she won but they are still quite distant. sometimes she goes into states of depression, not talking to any of her family, sometimes she even fears them because of the random memories that come into her head.
her family did move around quite a lot, the money sébatien had acquired over the years game them all quite a lavished life style. since being a vampire she has lived in italy, spain, holland, england, ireland, germany, switzerland, china, japan, india, egypt, russia, america and brazil. claudia has also schooled at Hogwarts, Durmstrange and many other magical and none magical schools in her life. Beauxbatons is the one place she would truly like to go to school. once in a while she would wonder off on her own for a year at most, mainly to clear her head and be a little more adventourous then she normally would with sébatien as she had such a tight leash on her. she would travel over mountains, swims sea and walk desserets, some of the sight she saw where truly amazing.

now living in paris claudia is much happier, with her new life. she lives in an amazing home with her family, has library which go on forever with the collection of book she and her family acquired over the years. she even found out about her family, which she knew so little about, as well as getting her inheritance which went unclaimed for many years. claudia hopes very much to leave her family one day, but she is sure that sébatien will put up a fight to keep her with him.


personality


claudia is not exactly a shy person more like keeping herself to herself, not liking to bother people with her own problems. though she can be a right little madam hen she wants to, and is not likely to back away from a fight, whoever the opponent maybe. claudia, is intelligent, sly and slightly manipulative, in her own little way, she likes to play with people, much like a game of cat and mice, toying with people’s emotions. the one thing she is very passionate about is love, she does not believe in it for one second.

she has a very bad temper and being a vampire it is displayed by her normally braking something that a normal person would not be a be able to break, claudia does not really know what the word “no” means, she has always gotten what she wants, being dead or alive, it may not be her best quality and she is certainly not proud of it. And normally after a big tantrum she will be very cold and harsh towards people, she does not do in intentionally but that is how she normally comes across, her elder brothers tease her very much about this.
over the years claudia has been able to learn much about pretty much everything, when she lived she loved to dance especially ballet, read, play various instruments and paint. over the years claudia has been able to expand on all of these subjects with new idea on all of her past loves. she has also been able to learn how to fight with swords, fun and just with her fists, and as she and her siblings cannot exactly die they all like to have little play fights ever so often.

because of claudia’s past she does sometimes have random moments of aggression or fear towards her family, she does not wish to get close to them because she is afraid that they may harm her. whenever this happens she distances herself from them, but soon comes back to her “normal” self.

being brought up in 18th century france and being a pure blood, it is rather obvious she is a bit of snob, and proud of it, claudia does remember only slightly her father telling her she was better than most people because of her statues. she does not exactly look down on muggle borns and half bloods as she is really no better but she know that if she was born in these times, she would be seen as much higher up in the social class, we to herself she would.


RP

in the shadows of the many tall mountain like oak trees, sat a young girl. the silence of the forest, she never made a sound for the many minutes, hours or even days that she sat there. to say she was wallowing in self pity was not true, she was plotting, plotting how to destroy everything and anything that had made her life go down this road of nothingness. yes that is what she felt nothing, and she never feel anything more or less than that. and if she was to, her heart would never skip a beat like it would if she felt in love, never stop for a few seconds when she was scared or feared something. never would she feel alive or warm, she would only feel cold, and her heart which she was sure had been dead for much long take a lively beat, to prove she was still human.
but that was not true, she was dead and there was nothing anyone could do to change that.

blood had filled the once beautiful ocean blue of her eyes, covered by pale hair which fell over her face, shielding it from the moon she shone so brightly above her, the light was to strong even through the many tree branches which did not show the sky in any way. her pale hands may in front of her, resting on the worn black fabric which covered her think knees, the eyes of death followed every movement she could see in front of her. the bone fingers which did not move unless her mind commanded them to, they bent slowly being clenched into a fist, the long nails on the tips of her finger dug into her palms did not draw blood.

claudia as she was now called stopped her attempted self inflicted pain. as a shoulder few past her eye line, being dead gave her the advantage of seeing things much clearer, whoever it was a man, tall, young. living she would have never been able to tell this from a slight glimpse of a shadow. her body became ridged as she felt a presence sit beside her, she could smell him, his scent wondered strongly through the air. her brain booked marked that smell, it was a nice smell, it smelt fresh, calm, cool, like old books and scrolls and freshly woven silk. her head turned to meet someone she did not want to see. her new brother sat beside her, with a large smirk on his mouth which she only wished to smack it off.
biting on her blood red lip, so she would not say anything inappropriate. she look back down to the floor, her blonde hair feel over her eyes again, her ears picked up every unneeded blink, and breathe he took. claudia turned to him once again, she could hear what he was thinking, and she know he know that she was able to hear them. it all seemed to be “ come back with me”, “i am your new brother” and “your one of us now”.

the words she did not want to know, it killed her, knowing he was right. but claudia was not weak, she would fight to do what she wished, kill the people who had destroyed her life. lifted her tall and petit body from the place she sat in, she flashed her teeth to her ‘brother’, turned quickly on her heel and speeded off into the darkness that was overshadowed by the tree. knowing she was being follow, claudia smiled to herself. a game of cat and mouse was soon to come.

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What was her life like before she was turned into a vampire? And you cannot use an RP sample from another site, as it must be written in the POV of the character that you are applying with.

changed it for you, sorry about that, bit of a slow day

I am going to sort you but you pay attention to use sentence case unless you want to receive a warning from our RP Mods. Must be Sournois

[blah]

Full Name:

Antoinette Marilynn Richardli

Nicknames:

Toni, Annie, Nettie

Age:

Two hundred thirty-three
Forever Seventeen

Appearance:

For all of her life, Antoinette has always been a natural beauty. She has long, smooth flowing brown hair that has a gentle, natural curl to it and ends about her mid back. She is not as thin as a model, but is certainly not overweight either. She has curves in the correct places that make her look slightly older than she actually is, and is a fairly average height for a girl of her physical age.

When you look at her face, one of the most noticeable things is Toni's smile. She has a pair of dimples, that are almost childish. Her teeth are straight and white, though when she smiles only her top teeth are able to be viewed. If you move up, you see a small noses with eyes placed evenly. Depending on when you catch her, they can be a gorgeous, deep brown or a muddy brown with hints of red. Her thirst depends on a lot of things about her physical appearance, and her eyes do play a major roll.

If she isn't thirsty, Toni could pass as a normal human. Her skin will often appear tan for a girl who doesn't go in the sun often. When she is thirsty, though, her eyes turn to a not pleasant shade of mud brown, tinted with blood red. Her skin becames paler, though it still remains smooth as ever. She has a stressed look on her, though, and looks rather dangerous. Her teeth are not affected, as her fangs are retractable and she can hide them when she wants or needs to.

History:

All the way back in 1776, a young couple by the name of Anthony and Juliette gave birth to a healthy daughter, named Antoinette Marilynn.

Personality:

Sample RP:

[ND]

[alicia09]

First Name:
Lily

Middle Name:
Marie

Last Name:
Hart

Age:
16

Blood Status:
Vampiric

Appearance:



Lily is a tall girl, standing at 5ft8, slender and with a slightly athletic build. Though she has always been complimented on her looks, she has never been quite satisfied, always changing her image whenever possible.
Her eyes stand out, light blue with a slightly darker ring around the outside. Being of vampiric blood, her skin is always pale, even though she can step out into the sun being only half vampiric, she has never been able to catch herself a tan.
With her change in appearance, currently Lily's hair stands at a bright reddish colour, making a statement with how she feels. Standing out is something Lily tends to like.

History:

Lily was born to James and Helena Hart.When she was born, things changed. The idea of her mother, who was a witch, having a baby with her father, a vampire, wasn't exactly something her mother's family or friends seemed to like much. After countless arguments and confrontations, Lily moved to a new home on the outskirts of Paris at the age of three with her mother and father..
Growing up and being home schooled, Lily learnt how to feed of animals to control her thirst for blood, as well as learning how to use her magical abilities that were passed on from her mother when needed, both of which would make her life a little easier as she got older, from the start she understood what she was and what she'd inherited. What she was capable of.

Though going out in the sun was no problem for Lily, she chose to stick by her family, meaning friends were thin on the ground and throughout her childhood Lily never really had any good friends. Not one. It made her mother and father sad to watch, but being slightly different to the other children who were mostly purebloods made it hard for Lily to fit in.

Being bought up on the outskirts of Paris, Lily always dreamt that going to Beauxbatons, she might crack out of her shell and make some true friends, maybe even meet others like her. Suggesting it to her mother and father, Lily agreed that going to the Academy might be a good thing, and so when her letter of acceptance arrived Lily was more excited then she'd ever been before in her life.

Personality:

Lily is usually quite shy, her lack of friends makes it hard for her to really show herself at first, but after a short time getting to know people, she seems to loosen up and get a bit louder. Her vampiric inheritance makes her mood swings unpredictable, so getting on the wrong side of her could result in something far worse then you bargined for.
Despite having the odd mood swing, Lily tends to be a bright and cheerful student, though the constant optimism can get somewhat irritating if it goes on for too long.

Having disowned the part of her family who disapproved of her father, Lily tends to pick up on people who are like them. Disapproving. Because of this, she tends to struggle with getting close to people, just incase they turn out like them, she does believe in second chances however, but it tends not to go further then second chance. After that, the heat is on and the trust she had would go out the window.

Sample RP:

Sniffing the air, Lily smiled and headed back through the forest. Feeling somewhat full from her latest feed, she ran at a steady pace, the sloshy feeling in her stomach rolling around. It was something she'd gotten used to over time, but even now it felt weird.
As she got closer to the house, her eyes brightened and a wide smile appeared on her face. Her father was home. She'd been waiting all day for him to come home, it had driven her near to insane.

Pushing the door open as gentley as she could, Lily headed straight for her father, coming a hault inches from where he stood and throwing her arms tightly around him.
"You've been gone all day, I got the letter earlier but I waited until you got home to open it," she gushed, pulling away from him a little, just to see his face.

Releasing her grip on his neck, Lily pulled away and dashed over to the fire place, picking it up off the mantle where she'd left it that morning.
"Look see, let me read it to you..." she beamed, tearing open the envelope and unfolding the piece of parchment inside.
"Dear Miss Hart, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic..." she stated brightly, trying to hide the giggle of excitement from her voice. Finally, it was her turn, her moment to make a life for herself, make friends of her own, real friends.

Must be Rouerie!

[noah]

First Name: Noah

Middle Name: Isaac

Last Name: Fitzpatrick

Age: 12

Appearance:

(Nathan Gamble)

History: Noah Isaac Fitzpatrick is the youngest child born to Stuart and Marie Fitzpatrick. He has an older sister called Hannah who is 3 years older than him. Now lets move on to the history of the Fitzpatrick family.

Stuart and Marie met at Beauxbatons. Stuart - who was of Irish ancestry but born in France - was an intelligent student in Roeurie and Marie was a very talented student in Cossu. Marie was having a bit of trouble with one of her classes, so she asked one of her close friends to tutor her. This friend was Stuart and Marie realized that she was starting to fall in love with him. The minute Stuart noticed that Marie had a crush on him, he asked her out. The two were going out through the rest of their school lives. When they both graduated from Beauxbatons, Stuart proposed to Marie and she said yes. This all happened in 1992.

The newly married couple settled into life for 21 months until Marie announced that she was 6 months pregnant. On March 9th 1994, Marie gave birth to a baby girl who was named Hannah Isabelle Fitzpatrick. 2 months after Hannah's 3rd birthday, Marie announced that she was 8 months pregnant. She had known all along that she was pregnant but she didn't want to tell her husband or her daughter that she was having a baby boy. On May 9th 1997, Marie went into labour and gave birth to a handsome baby boy who was named Noah Isaac Fitzpatrick. He was the apple of his mum's eye and she and Hannah were very protective of him.

Noah was so cute during his younger years and he still didn't lose the cuteness as he got older. His first day at school didn't go smoothly because he didn't want to leave Marie. When he was 8, Noah accidentally found out that he had a talent for music. His sister had just left for Beauxbatons and Noah was missing her so he picked up his mum's guitar and started playing a sad song that he had heard his mother play. Marie was in the kitchen at this moment and heard gentle guitar playing. She left what she was doing and went into the living room. She saw that Noah was playing her guitar so Marie decided there and then that she was going to buy the 8 year old his first guitar. On Noah's 9th birthday he surprised everyone by displaying his first sign of magic. Every time he blew his candles out, He somehow kept relighting them without touching the candles.

The day that Noah got his Beauxbatons acceptance letter was just an ordinary day. He was just sitting in the living room of his house doing a bit of sketching. He had just found out his talent for art so he decided to draw a lot. The next minute a white envelope dropped through the letter box. Noah went over and saw that the words "Dear Noah" was written on the envelope in fancy writing.

Now he is at Beauxbatons and is really enjoying it. He can now see his sister nearly everyday as she is here too.

Personality: Noah is the cutest twelve year old boy that you would ever meet. He is so sweet and loves to make friends. He is also shy so it is hard for him to greet people. He doesn't like people getting overly protective of him because his mum was very protective of him during his childhood. Despite his small stature, Noah can easily get irritated and snap at someone if they annoy him.

The main aspect of Noah's personality is his creativeness. He is really good at music even though he has only been doing it for 4 years. He can play the guitar and has been playing it for 4 years. He can sing a little bit and he can also play the alto sax. Noah has a talent for art. He doesn't like painting or sculpting. He loves drawing cartoons and can make up his own cartoon characters in the space of 10 minutes.

Sample RP: It was the morning of Noah's first day at Beauxbatons and the twelve year old was still fast asleep. The next minute he heard a gentle voice which sounded like his mum's and woke up there and then. The young boy got up, rubbed his eyes and then got changed trying not to fall asleep again. As Noah was getting changed, he caught a glance at his alarm clock and saw that it was 8:30. The young blonde had never woken up that early before.

After getting changed, Noah then packed his suitcase and backpack with the stuff that he needed for Beauxbatons. The young blonde then dragged his suitcase and carried his backpack downstairs. Leaving his bags at the bottom of the stairs, Noah proceeded into the kitchen so that he could have breakfast before he left. The blonde was just finishing his breakfast when he heard a horn outside. Looking out of the bay window, he saw the Beauxbatons carriage was waiting for him. The twelve year old then put his Adidas sneakers on, put his backpack on his back and wheeled his suitcase outside.

He then got into the carriage, placing his suitcase by his feet and, after sitting down, placed his backpack on the seat next to him. To make the time go faster, Noah decided to listen to his ipod nano. 15 minutes had passed and the carriage was at Beauxbatons. The young blonde took his earphones out, grabbed his bags and then got out of the carriage and made his way towards the entrance.

As the young boy got into the entrance hall, He became overwhelmed by the sheer hugeness of the academy. Noah wanted to explore every part of the castle after he got sorted into a house of course. Putting his stuff down, He then stood by a pillar and waited to be sorted. A few minutes later, somebody came out of the great hall and asked all of the new first years to get in a line. Noah made sure that he was close to the middle of the queue. The first years then got sorted one by one and then when it got to his turn, Noah wondered, "what house am i going to be in?"

(i'm reposting because he got missed out last time)

Must be Cossu!

[sherrbear]

` WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW; YET I KNEW NOTHING.

First Name: Sheratana `Sherri ' Marie
Last Name: Blythe
Age: 17
Appearance:

History:

Sheratana ("Sherri") Blythe was born on November 2nd into a pureblood family. Despite the rareness of pureblood families, it was mere coincidence. However, it was not rare for a maternal death at the time of giving birth to Sherri. Sherri's mother, Penelope Blythe, passed away on November 4th, due to defects of her kidneys and liver, which were unknown to the family. Her father, Simon Blythe, raised Sherri from there on out, providing to be a mother and father. As it was his first child, he had some technical difficulties. Simon worked double shifts three times a week at the Ministry as an Obliviator, and had the weekends to tend at home.

When Sherri turned 5, she began to notice the differences between the nanny and her father. The nanny did everything by hand. She prepared food in the kitchen and watched it as it cooked rather than tapping a stick onto the pot and it began to cook on its own, without supervision. As she observed this, she finally found the bravery to ask Rina, the nanny why she didn't do certain things like her daddy. Rina, on the other hand, wasn't amused. Rina's mother was a psychologist, and used her terms to convince Sherri that she was confusing real life and the things she watched on T.V. that portrayed magic.

When her father came home, Rina had forgotten about the question, thinking it was rather childish (as she was), and bid them good night. Sherri, then, sought to observe her father's actions as he cooked and cleaned, and knew that Rina was wrong. The following day, Sherri asked the same question, and thus making a fuss about it. She knew she was right, but she couldn't win. Sherri left in a huff up to her room, where she was sent for shouting back, trying to prove her imagination wasn't false. In her dad's office sat a toy broom that he'd given Sherri when she was just a year younger. She wasn't allowed in his office when he was away. But, it was the only thing to prove to Rina that she was telling the truth.

Sherri crept into her father's office, opened his large closet doors, and snuck the broom out only to mount it and send herself whizzing down the stairs, only a few inches off the ground. Rina screamed, and tripped over Sherri as she had no control when her father finally came home. All she can remember is her father becoming furious and saying that he almost costed him his job as he had to erase the mind of the muggle that came to stay at the pureblood family's home.

From there, Sherri began developing magic of her own over the years. Her father, however, refused to accept the fact she could no longer go to a muggle school, but to a wizarding school instead. By 17, his mind was made up and she could finally go to Beauxbatons, Academy of Magic.

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Personality:

Sherri is a quiet, intelligent epiphony of a book-worm. She loves to read and write constantly, making sure she can understand things easier. However, that doesn't mean she doesn't have a personality. When she does speak, it can either be brutally honest, sarcastic, and possibly humourous. She's a listener, not a speaker. She can listen to someone all day, or even for a minute. Sometimes, she cannot tolerate people, but she doesn't let that show. Sherri wouldn't say she's a pushover, because she's bold and has learned to say no, but she has her moments. Sherri could practically make friends with anyone. She's easygoing and fairly laid-back. Though, she likes to play around rules and fiddle with them, seeking out loop holes if need-be.

Sherri's confident in the things she does. However, she doesn't like to look back at things as she doesn't like to second guess herself. Her outer shell tells people she knows what she's doing, but her inner self tells her it may be wrong or she needs to look back. It's constantly a battle within her mind. She tries to say true to her instinct, but sometimes leads her into trouble.

She loves to fly. Despite the fact that her father and her stay in a muggle community, she loves the idea of Quidditch and anything involving brooms. She's subscribed to a couple broom company magazines and keeps up with teams such as the Chudley Cannons or Holyhead Harpies. She doesn't have a favourite team in spite of competition (she's not one for competition, but fair play), but in she was forced to chose, she'd choose the Montrose Magpies of Scotland.

Sample RP:

The light finally peeked in through the dormitory's stained glass windows, beaming in reds and blues upon the five four posters. Dawn was approaching, eager to start a new day. Four out of five students laid sleeping light in their beds; one sat, staring straight up at the ceiling, hands behind her bed, content with the stillness of the room. No one came to wake her up to tell her to watch the house as her father would leave, no bloody early birds rapping at her window because of the nest on the front lawn tree, no random fire alarm going off from her father burning the breakfast, just nothing. She was going to admit, she wasn't used to it. She was satisfied with sleeping with one snoring girl on the opposite bed; one had tossed and turned making crazy noises; and another girl spoke in her sleep about her missing dog. Young Sherri Blythe would take this any day than the life she led at home. At home, she had to play "muggle of the house" while her dad could do any legal magic he wanted, even at his job.

Sherri sat up, feeling the dizziness of all the blood rushing to her head and back again. He cold feet hit the wooden floor with a thud and she proceeded to walk on toward her trunk. She figured she might as well have an early start for her first day in a new place and take the time to explore. Quickly changing into something casual such as her usual dress and jeans, along with her sneakers and her over-the-shoulder gray bag, she hurried out of the dorms, thru the common rooms, and out unto the hallway. The hallway seemed to bustling with early rising students, talking amongst friends and possible family, laughing, talking... Sherri continued on her way. Down the stairs, she stepped into the dining chambers, noticing that they had served breakfast there. With a small smirk of accomplishment, Sherri walked in and sat with her table. She hadn't known anyone there, and no one knew anyone else either.

Two pieces of bacon and a piece of toast later, Sherri left with a sense of urgency. She pretended to act as if she had a place to be, as did everyone else, but she didn't. Sherri walked briskly down the hallways, around in circles once, into a dead end, and even outside, yet she hadn't found anything to spark her interest. The only thing that could possibly be helpful is the areas of her new classes and the library for quick references. However, no adventure was to be had, as she expected when she was at home. Sherri led herself outside and into the courtyard. The courtyard wasn't as crowded as inside, and surprisingly a giant weight had lifted. She wasn't even in classes yet, and she felt rushed (but that was her own fault). Sherri scanned the area in the bitter cold, snow planted upon the ground, the sun setting a glitter at her heels. She kicked the snow as she walked, watching it fly up and drop back down making the familiar gray patterns behind her. What else was there to do? It was better than sitting couped up in the stillness of the dorms.

Must be Rouerie

[acheronsbella]

First Name: Aurora Grace
Last Name: Bennings
Age: 16
Appearance: Play-by: Reese Witherspoon


History: When Aurora was born, her mother, Veronica, had hid every magical part of her life from Johnathon, Aurora's father. Johnathon was never a violent person to Veronica or Aurora as the years passed. However, once Aurora got older, strange happenings occured and he grew suspicious with each event.

One night when Aurora was 7, her father had come home from work and she went to greet him. She was excited to show him a new "trick" she had learned. She focused hard on a picture that was hung on the kitchen wall and it began to shake. After a few seconds, the picture frame had lifted slightly off the hook and fell to the ground. Her mother and father had a huge fight and Veronica's secret had been revealed. That very night Johnathon grabbed his things and left.

Unbeknownst to Aurora and Veronica, Johnathon was also secretly a witch. With every magical incident that occured, Veronica had covered her tracks in fear of exposure. Johnathon left in anger, for he had been decieved, thinking his child hadn't possessed his magical gene.

Years went by, her mother working a low paying job that produced just enough essentials to keep them healthy. Her mother had home schooled her, but barely touched on magic knowledge in fear of muggle neighbors finding out what they were. Her teachings consisted of pure knowledge always making Aurora use her mind.

She then met her future best friend, Abagail Williams, when Abagail and her family moved next door. The two 9 year olds were rarely seperated. At first, their meeting was uncomfortable because Aurora had never had someone approach her the way Abagail did. Her bubbly and bright persona was overwhelming and confused Aurora. After more confrontations, they began to play together and it grew to be the strongest friendship she'd ever imagined. Her mother was afraid at first of exposure, but although magic slipped occasionally, it was covered up before suspicion began. Since the day Aurora and Abagail met, Abagail has been teaching Aurora when to use her emotions and such.

Two weeks before Aurora went to Beauxbatons, her father appeared unexpectedly. He was a poor man when he left them and he came back with power. He had come home one Sunday night with anger and pride. He had explained that he had to clean up one thing from his past. He then proceeded to take Veronica to a nearby forest only a few properties away. Aurora felt something in her mind that told her something wasn't right and she followed them out, keeping enough distence to not be detected.

Once in the middle of the forest, Johnathon talked to her mother, though she couldn't hear what he was saying. In one quick movement, her father had pulled out a wand from behind. Confusion was clear on her mother's face. With a clear, harsh yell, he shouted the killing curse. Aurora hadn't known what had happened, only the picture of a bright green light hitting her mother was stuck in her mind.

The closest neighbor to the forest, Harriet Woods, an older woman that lives alone, had heard a yell and raced to see what had happened and stumbled upon Aurora sitting silently up against a tree stump. Finally, Aurora told the woman what had happened. She stayed that night at the woman's house. The next morning she told Aurora that she was a witch herself and that she reported Johnathon. Her father was caught a few days later, a dark mark tatooed on his arm.

Aurora was to be present at the trial as a witness to the murder. He never took his angry eyes off of hers through the whole session. From then on, she began a fear of forests and older men.

Since she had lost her mother and her father was in Azkaban, she'd lost her house and Abagail's parents had taken her in and is her permanent residence during holiday breaks. The day before her trip back to Beauxbatons, she stays with the older witch, Harriet Woods.[/b]

Personality: Aurora is an intellectual person and will sometimes fail to connect to people with emotion. Though she has a bad parental past, she still has a positive attitude. She's very calm and collected when needed, but if she becomes too stressed her mind gets confused and tends to filter random information.

She is more of a follower than a leader because she wasn't taught to fight for herself when she was younger. She favors Winter and the cold because she finds grace and elegance in them. She loves Quidditch and the thrill of the chase. She fell in love with it as soon as she was handed a broomstick.

Her best friend, Abagail Williams, is important to her and she would do anything for her. She unfortunately has to keep her witchly side because Abagail is a muggle. She is her next door neighbor and helped (and still does) with teaching Abagail how to use her emotions.[/b]

Sample RP: Aurora was tired of the Ravenclaw dorm rooms, the room clean and tidy after hours of studying and homework. Her bed was made, the blue covers folded almost professional. Down at the end of the four poster bed sat an antique wood trunk filled with her belongings carefully put away. It held her outfit for tomorrow folded neatly on top, ready for use. The dark blue drapes were tied to the post with blue sting tied in a bow.

She walked swiftly and quickly down the stairs, her intentions on the outdoors. She needed to feel more connected with nature and it was the perfect time. It was pretty chilly outside, her layered shirts and blue jeans with a blue and yellow scarf around her neck was still her usual type outfit. It was comfortable and the temperature was the perfect climate. As soon as the green grass was in view, she wanted to take off her flats and walk around in her bare feet. She smiled and sighed at the beautiful sight of the grounds.

She froze when she saw the never-ending line of trees, her body instantly clinched. With one big gulp, she took one step back and then another. The sound of voices caught her attention, she froze again, and relaxed a moment. With as much strength she could muster, she started toward the forest. Looking deep into the woods, she could see the silhouettes of people, students by the sound of it. Aurora took careful, wobbly steps toward the shadows, her eyes never moving away. She felt like she was going to fall to pieces when she finally reached the clearing.

She vaguely recognized the students' faces from the Ravenclaw dormintries. The thing that surprised her were the glorious creatures that stood in front of her. They were mysterious and elegant in their own way. "Are these Thestrals?"

[raindrops]

FIRST NAME !

roy nicholas

LAST NAME !

winchester.

AGE !

seventeen.

APPEARANCE !

click here

HISTORY !

ah, where to begin? birth would be a good start. mister roy was born on february thirteenth at around four thirty in the morning. his family was poorer than you'd think, especially since wizards these days get good jobs and have some pretty nifty houses. well, not this family of wizards. his dad made a low income at a local pub, and his mother worked nights at her very own cafe. roy was often found at the pub with his father during the day as a child, picking up on the musicians that were there. he found a passion for music by the age of three just by sitting on a stool and listening to the bands that came in and out.

at age seven, his father bought him an excellent acoustic guitar to play at his mothers cafe. roy already new how to play it in a week from lessons that the local musicians gave for free. about a month after roy's birthday, his father sadly passed away from a regular strain of a flu-like disease. that took a big toll on the whole family's life, especially roy. he loved his father so much, especially since the guitar had costed his family a huge amount of money he was sure they couldn't pay off. his mother took up another job with a higher pay, but it still wasn't anything compared to the income that the two made together.

and that puts us at present time.

PERSONALITY !

roy is often discribed as a hopeless romantic. he doesn't get what he wants and is always after a girl he can't charm. he has a few cards up his sleeve to get girls, and they generally work on the girls who aren't interested in him, ironically. roy loves to write and he's often found writing poems and songs to play on his old acoustic. he doesn't have the best voice in the world - but his lyrics are enough to make you smile.

this boy can get cocky. most people think that cocky is just stuck up, but oh no, roy brings a whole new meaning to that word. this isn't just when he's overtired or had a long day, but this is mostly every day. he gets aggrivated so easily, and if you were to insult him on his music or family, he could simply wack you in the face and say that, "i have more talent in my baby toe than you have in your whole entire body", which is a pretty generic insult. roy does have anger management problems and wishes he doesn't. he has no idea to control them, and he even get's rude with the ladies.

on the brightside, roy is usually at peace when he's around nature. if he's sitting around outside and you strike up a conversation with him, chances are he won't be rude. nature is like a healing source for roy, but it isn't permanent. it usually lasts until he gets used to being indoors. what an odd fellow.

SAMPLE RP FROM THE SARAH-MIIIISTERR !

roy gazed up at the dark sky with an indefinite feeling that he was going to have a rough night. his fingers traced the texture of his roof lightly, and the feeling tickled him playfully. he wasn't sure he was ready to fall asleep yet, nor did he want to stay awake. what roy really wanted was to dream that he was a kid again, playing music in the pub with the musicians. maybe even running around in his mothers old cafe, taking up old coffee cups and little diner plates and running them over to the kitchen. maybe even dancing along to the streams of melodic peace coming from the guitars and mouths of the bandmates. maybe all roy really wanted was just to dream, to escape the hell situation he called a life.

he closed his eyes for a brief moment, thinking that maybe, just maybe if he shut them tight enough he could see an image of his father. he was wrong, his father was gone. roy let out a deep sigh and looked at the beautiful night sky again. the power of compassion flooded over his body as he stared at the north star, twinkeling in the distance. it was so beautiful, so indescribable. roy wanted to reach up and grab the work of art with his bare hands, but he knew that was far past impossibly for him. he found himself reaching up at the sky, pretending to pinch the stars one by one. roy's innocence was back, taking over and compelling him to be a little boy again. the boy he used to be, rather, the boy who had a father and an awesome guitar to brag about. those days were gone, though, and he was pretty sure that they weren't coming back.

what's wrong with me? roy thought, closing his eyes once more. i've sat here, worrying about the past for the last couple of weeks. i've got more to do than complain and wish that dad will come back. he repeated that to himself each and every night that he climbed up onto his light brown roof, and roy promised himself that the next night, things would be different. he broke his promises for about three weeks so far. roy gave himself a week smile. at least dad's at rest - at least he is safe. afterall, he wasn't murdered, and that's what made him happy. he died of natural causes, no one hated him. all his father ever wanted was to rest . . . and now he had the chance to.

- - not my best, i apologize.
it's just a sample(;

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[umbrella]

First Name:

Lucas

Last Name:

Malveaux

Age:

Fourteen

Appearance:

His blonde hair is quite short, and is usually styled into a new direction every morning. He is in shape, and not much hair is found on his face. He has long legs for his age, and blindingly bright blue eyes.

History:

Lucas was raised in a quiet town off the border of Paris. His mother was a witch as well a wizard for a father. They weren't very wealthy, but they had been spending their money very wisely. He grew up with scruffy clothes and was often teased, but that made him the person he is today. Before Lucas turned twelve, his father was sent to Azkaban for using dark magic on a muggle. His father was English, and went to Hogwarts before meeting his beautiful mother. His mother is still alive, and is still doing fine, and Lucas' life has been taken care of well since his father's mistakes.

When he was born, he was supposed to have a twin brother, but his twin had been diagnosed with an unknown cancer. After three months of the hospital trying to take care of his brother, he had passed away. When Lucas found out he had a twin brother but he died, he was very upset. Lucas is an only child and his childhood would have flowed quite smoothly if he had a sibling.

After changing an expensive vase to ashes when he was nine, his parents decided they needed to train him early. His father had taught him to control magic, and how to properly use it without hurting or changing something he wasn't supposed to. His mother was patient with him, and tried to take her time to keep him learning at his own pace, which was difficult to do because of his father's impatient attitude.

Personality:

He can be quite nasty sometimes, but before he was teased by the other young wizards and witches, he was quite the quiet one. He speaks his mind when he wants let his opinion out, but only in the right situation. He is polite and respectful during his classes, but he will do almost anything to grab attention later.

He enjoys being with ladies, and will always be peaceful and shy to try and play the role of the 'Hard To Get'. He loves performing magic that changes the colors of things. He isn't very bright, but will try his best to do well in classes that consist of casting spells.

He is determined to be the opposite of his father, and he has made more mudblood friends than any other. Lucas is interested in Muggle Life as well! During the summer he travels to Ireland's Academy of Magic to learn more about other traditions. Overall, Lucas is a curious boy who might have a hard time showing his good attitude.

Sample RP:

The sun was rising as Lucas got out of bed. He wiped his eyes and went to look out his window. The lake was peaceful, and he enjoyed watching the water wave back and forth in silence. His roommates had begun to get out of their bed a little after he had. Lucas had grabbed his teal coat and wrapped it around himself before he dismissed the others to breakfast. His friend Justin was already in the hall eating an apple with peanut-butter spread across the insides. Justin took a bite of the fruit, and the peanut butter poured out of the center. "Nice spell," Lucas laughed and went over to sit with him.
Justin looked up and started to laugh before he got his wand out to clean up his mess. The roar of the students coming in was quite deafening. After the food was served and everyone had started eating, silence broke upon them. Glass windows instantly smashed into pieces and everybody was silent. A young girl went to scream but nothing had come out of her mouth. Jets of black smoke had collided with the windows and zoomed into the tables cracking the wood. The smoke had transformed into figures of dark, tall men.
The students were scared and began to panic and ran for the doors. Green and red lights were blasting across the room, and the silence began to fade and the screaming started to rise. Green lights zapped students and Madame Maxime had arrived with widened eyes. She pointed her wand up in the air and shouted something that sounded faithful. The cloaked men had transformed back into their jets of black smoke and fled the scene. The school glowed white and silver, and the wounded students were taken to the nursery, while the dead students crumbled into the floor.

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[axel]

First Name::

Isaac Axel

Last Name::

Dalton

Nickname(s)::

Zac, Zax, Izzy, Axe

Date of Birth::

September 18^th

Age::

sixteen

Appearance::

Character Rep:: Jackson Rathbone.
Species:: born half-blood, turned vampire.
Height:: 5'9''.
Build:: slim, toned.
Hair Colour:: dark/soft brown.
Eye Colour:: hazel green.

History::

Early Past::Born to parents Theodore and Irene Dalton, Isaac Axel Dalton is one of a set of twins, his twin being his sister, Isla April Dalton. When he was still a baby, he was given away to his mother's oldest friend, Olivia Grace, because Irene was only seventeen when the twins were born and couldn't possibly cope with two children and Olivia was the only person she felt she could trust with Isaac. This separation meant that Isla stayed with their parents in Edinburgh and Isaac moved away with Olivia to be raised in Oxford. The twins were raised without the knowledge that the other existed Theodore, Irene and Olivia agreeing that it might be for the best if they didn't know that they had siblings, at least for the early years of their lives. It was, of course, difficult enough for Irene to deal with, loving her children like she did, but feeling that she wouldn't be able to give them both the childhoods that they deserved if she had had to care for them both. They would, of course, have to find out eventually.

More Recent:: A few years ago, he found out about Isla, his twin sister. He had spent a good year or so trying to find her. As they became closer and closer, he found that he had been a vampire for the same length of time that she had been a werewolf, both having come from a half blood background, but both being turned into something else later in their lives. It was what had ended up getting them divided. They also discussed what he was doing with his time. Isla was considering taking up her place and Beauxbatons and it was suggested that Isaac attend the school too. Sadly, before his decision was made easier about moving to Beauxbatons to attempt to further his magical education, something he has occasionally discussed with his twin, Olivia died of ovarian cancer. She left him everything that she had, including her vast fortune to ensure that he could carry on with his life in a way she knew that would suit him. She had provided for him throughout his life and was going to try and continue to provide for him through her death.

Personality::

Isaac is sweet and charming as any vampire could be, helped along by the fact that he is a vampire. He certainly knows how to charm his way around any woman, despite his unusual methods of doing so. He may be able to use his charm to his advantage there, but that doesn't mean he can work it to the point that they give into him, unless they really want to, of course. He's probably more charming when he isn't even paying attention. People are oddly surprised by how nice he is considering his vampire status. He is loyal to the people that matter to him. He can be very talkative and witty when he gets started and certainly knows how to make people laugh, which attributes to how he can break the ice in a conversation quite easily. This doesn't necessarily mean that he's a confident person though. He is a creative individual, venting this creativity through poetry. He has a well hidden ego...right up until the point that someone asks about him, at which point, he can talk and talk and talk.

Despite all the positive aspects of his personality, he, of course, has a few flaws. Even vampires have flaws. He can be pretty reckless in various aspects of his life when he doesn't think much about what he's getting himself into. It is his reckless nature that makes him a lot like his twin sister, Isla, which could be attributed to how tight they really are even though they spent a lot of their lives apart, under the impression they were supposed to hate one another because of what they were taught when they were changed. Regardless of his reckless nature, he is quite thoughtful and is able to respect the boundaries of others. He has a hard time finding someone who really appreciates him because there are girls who would just see him and try and take advantage of him, which makes him become a kind of jerk when talking to certain girls when he sees things in them that he doesn't like. Despite all this girl trouble, he certainly doesn't do well when he's trying to hide the fact that he likes someone. You'd think a vampire would have a little more composure than he does.

Sample RP::

Isaac lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. The only reason he had been put in a dormitory room was because he needed some place to keep his things, but the bed wasn't really a necessary thing. It just gave him somewhere to lounge when he couldn't find someone to bother around the school. He didn't sleep. He didn't have to because it wouldn't do him any good and he didn't think he could. He hadn't slept since he had been turned into a vampire. It gave him time to do other things though. Granted, that didn't really surmount to much other than reading a lot or keeping up with his work. It largely accumulated to nights of reading and writing and that could only last for so long, which was why he now found himself lying on his back staring at the ceiling unblinking. He forced out a sigh, finally making himself blink as well as he slipped in and out of his concentration of how many imperfections he could count in the ceiling. It was kind of sad that he'd stooped to this level of entertainment.

He flipped himself over so he was now on his front, burying his chin into his pillow and staring at his headboard now. He crossed his arms under his chest as he continued to shuffle about. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable. He just didn't know what to do with himself...which, he supposed, was making him a little uncomfortable in another sense of the word, of course. His eyes traced the lines in the mahogany of his head board before he let his eyelids fall closed. He didn't know which was worse for him: counting the imperfections in the high ceiling, finding patterns in the wood of his headboard or allowing himself to explore the inside of his own head. He let out another force sigh before opening his eyes again. He pushed himself up on his hands, then to his knees, sitting on his feet and looking around his room. He had a room to himself. He didn't know anyone here yet and Isla seemed to be on a mission to make sure he found a few friends so that he could settle in quicker.

He bounced off of his bed slightly as he got to his feet, crossing to his trunk at the end of his bed. He sat down, cross legged Indian style before flipping open the top of his trunk. It was pretty empty if he was completely honest. He hadn't really got any of his supplies because he still had to work out what subjects he was going to do. He didn't even know what subjects Isla did. They always had so much other stuff to talk about. Coming to school had been here idea, on that he had been reluctant to consider for some time now, but felt that he had to go through with to give him at least a little something to do with his time. Granted, he had a hell of a lot of time to fill. The only difference with him being at school in comparison to how he was before was that he got to be in a room alone, but the other rooms would be occupied with hundreds of other people, other students, instead of him being completely on his own like he used to be. It was definitely something he'd have to get used to.

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[owenohhh]

First name: Owen
Last name: O'challagan
Age:17
Apearence: Owen is a tall guy with an athletic build. Hes got dirty blonde hair, He always is in jeans, and a tee shirt unless more of a dressy look is needed. He is always wearing a backward baseball hat. He has blue-green eyes, A tattoo of a mural of outer space on his left upper arm, and youll most likely always see him with a guitar.

History: Owen grew up in a pretty small family with his mum, dad, and his twin brother. He grew up in Manchester, England. His childhood wasnt the best his parents fought a lot and never got along they never seemed to try either. as Owen grew older he ran farther and farther away from his parents sadly leaving his brother behind. He lived with his grandparents in Brighton, England, after living with them for several years his grandparents both died and he was left to fend for himself. He was scared but he dealt with his losses and became the person he is today.

personality: Owen is a rebel (hence the tattoo), hes very musical, loves girls, he is a helpless romantic, hes a wee bit cheeky at times, but he is very nice, hes a survivor, he finds it hard to let people into his life easily afraid of being hurt again.. He also has very bad self confidence issues he claims everyone he loves ends up dying or never seen again.

Sample RP: Owen was sitting alone in his room his guitar on his lap and his notebook wide open with a bunch of scribbles of what was going to be a song. He felt that the best therapy for him was to right songs. But this day wasnt the same he couldn concentrate on his work. Usually he could have a song done in under an hour that is perfect. But he wasnt himself since leaving home when he was yong and leaving his brother behind he was guilty and today being his birthday which he shared with his twin brother.

Owen got up and tore up the song he was working on and threw it across the room. He couldnt deal with the pain anymore so he sat down and began writng a letter that he would send to his brother. He started writing it poured out every emotion telling him how sorry he was to leave him there with his parents. He also asked for forgivness for doing so. Owen had not written or made any sort of contact with any of his family since leaving his descesed grandparents home. Owen finished the letter sealed it adressed it and held it in his hands.

His next move probably wasnt the smartest but he decided to do tit anyway. He pulled out a box of matches and lit the letter on fire. Sitting there he tried to let all the pain of his past escape him. And it did it had felt like the world was lifted off of his shoulders, Picking up his guitar and notebok again he began trying to write a song he entilted "brothers".

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[becbec]

First Name: Damon

Last Name: Will

Age: 16

Appearance:

History: Damon's parents both didn't want him since the day they found out that they were going to have him. They only wanted a daughter, but it never happened. When he was born they decided to give him a chance to be with them, but it didn't work out. Whenever he was left alone he would start crying, and since they both had important jobs they couldn't take care of him. His father decided to hire a babysitter for him, though he didn't tell the babysitter that he was a utter nightmare. A week later the babysitter came and she faced one of his worst tantrums he ever had, it involved lots of yells, screams, and scratches. The babysitter was bleeding everywhere because of the scratches and the neighbors was sure that the babysitter was in frustration, so they didn't call the police.

That night when Damon's parents came home the babysitter demanded double the pay and she wanted to quit. His parents never thought that he would become her nightmare that quick. They actually took a bet that he would become her nightmare in a week, but that was when he had his parents. It was like this until he turned 5, after that his temper grew worse, and Damon's family was getting more and more afraid of him.

After a few more months of this his parents sent him to live with their weird uncle. They classified his as weird because, he could appear at their house without them even knowing that he was there. Once he heard that he threw another one of his tantrums, but he reluctantly went to live with his uncle. When they got there a man taller than his father was standing outside. He had brown hair with some gray streaks in it, and his face was not hard. Damon wasn't sure if his uncle had something wrong with his head or something, because his parents called him weird.

After a week he was surprised at how much easier it was to live with his uncle than his real parents. They did many things together like, fishing, playing ping-pong, swimming, and many other things. In these few days his uncle found out that Damon was a wizard too, though he didn't use magic, also he noticed that in these days he grew more and more gentle and found other ways to express his feelings. In other words he wrote songs about how he felt, and how he felt before he was with his uncle which made most of the songs rock and sad songs.

Everyday was this way and Damon felt more and more attached to his uncle. After a few years he was 14 and got his letter to Beauxbatans. At first he thought it was a private school or a boarding school his parents will send him to, but then his uncle explained everything to him and he was sure that he wanted to go.

Personality:

Stubborn: Damon is not that kind of guy that gives up easily, even to a girlfriend. He will not change his mind on something that he set on, even something dangerous.

Honest: He is honest to everyone even if it means hurting the other persons feelings. He considers being honest one of his trademark.

Mysterious: Damon is someone who keeps things to himself. He makes people want to know more about him, but he never does. The only people that he tells a little about him is his friends and that is it.

Mean Damon is someone who would put others down to make himself feel better. However he doesn't do all the time, but he does it most of the time.

Charming & A Flirt Damon can be very charming a times to get someone he wants, even though he knows it won't last. Also he can be a real flirt even when he doesn't know he is.

Sample RP:

Damon had finally left his spot from talking to his friend outside. He had broken up the conversation the moment she noticed his brother, Sam, staring at him, well it was more glaring but he didn't want to be the subject of the conversation. I wonder what he wants this time. he thought. Sam always seemed to want something from him even though he doesn't admit it. He then looked at what his brother was wearing and he couldn't believe it! His brother looked amazing. A gray suit that looked boring on Damon looked irresistible on Sam. Secretly Damon was jealous of his brother's eyes. It was a dark blue that most people didn't have, even he didn't have that blue of eyes. But it was his turn to look stunning, so he wore a black suit and a gray tie.

Finally he got tired of standing in one place and went into the Great Hall. As he entered the Great Hall he noticed his brother's glance at her. He sent a smile toward his way, though it wasn't a kind one either. The next thing Damon knew he was sitting by a fountain drinking butterbeer and tapping his feet in tune with the music as well as singing along. A few girls wanted to dance with him, but they all got turned down.

For the first time he really noticed the effort put into decorating the Great Hall. The sight was amazing he wished he could take a photo of it all. Then he caught sight of a girl he barely knew, but he knew that he had to have a dance with her. Slowly Damon walked up to the girl and asked, "Would you care for a dance with me my lady?" The girl was wearing a light purple floor length dress, and she looked magnificent in it, almost like royalty.

She looked at him as if she was wondering if she should. "Sure." she replied with a smile, then added, "I'm Katherine by the way." They walked onto the dance floor and he asked, "Do you know how to do a tango, Katherine?"

"My, what kind of question is that? If course I know how to do the tango." she said smiling. Yes what kind of question is that? He asked himself that. Damon was sure that he missed something, then he remembered. "Oh, I'm Damon, and would you fancy a dance with me?" he asked hopefully.

It is really difficult... but it must be Sournois.