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[jocelyn]

First Name: Jocelyn
Last Name: Chandler
Age: 17
Appearance:

History:
Personality:
Sample RP:

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[the0puppeteer]

First name : Edward
Last name : Byron
Age : 17

Appearance :
The eyes barely seen through the long dark hair covering the majority of his face . The softness of his hair upsets a bit in spite of everyone else's admiration . However, he prefers not to tidy it .
His eyes are black and usually dry , but when he looks at someone through that someone's eyes his eyes apear to be glaring and dripping with tears .
He isn't tall . Although he appears to be from a distance because of his well-built body . His skin is a little tanned although he's from the mountains .


History :
Edward comes from a wealthy and royal family .
His father , Richard , is a famous lord who fought in many battles . None of them in which he came close to losing .
As far as anyone knows , Richard was a legendary wizard.
Richard married a much younger wife , Kate . Although she was from another royal family , Richard treated her merely as a servant and considered her a trophy. Fascinated with the fact that Kate was famous for her beauty , Richard fought for her desperately.
From a pure-blood family all the way through the first wizard , Edward descended .
His father cherished him dearly without ever showing it .
He has two younger sisters . Judy looks a lot like her mum and she also became famous for her beauty . Emma is the youngest . She , like her brother , has a deep black hair but with blue eyes .
On one hand , Emma looks very shy to the naked eye but she would kill herself before letting anyone tell her what to do .
On the other hand , Judy is very outgoing and a little flirtatious with boys .
Edward was home-schooled until last year when his father got mad at him and sent him away .






Personality :

For all the people who know him , he is a very nice guy . But he is the kind of guy that never talks to anyone unless they speak with him first . Mostly , everyone around him will fall in love with him immediately . However , there are always some people who will put him in there black list without delay .
A lot of people who don't know him very well consider him very arrogant . However , he considers himself very humble .
That is because he always tries to hide his arrogance .
Even his closest friends see the fact that he thinks highly of himself or at least has a high self-esteem . He is a virtuoso in the piano , and fluent in a lot of ancient languages .
Him being home-schooled made him ignorant of lots of spells that students his age usually know , but with the knowledge of many strange spells .
His skills were the main reason of his arrogance .
He has two main faces . One where his mind in control .
At this time he is very calm and he thinks before he acts which makes him invincible because he is very clever and creative , so he always knows what to do .
The other one is where his heart is in control .
At this time he gets angry quickly and can easily be dragged into a trap . Because of his occasional wrath , his father has sent him away . When on a friendly game , he tends to be very honest . But when the matter is really important , he will do anything to get his way , so sometimes he is very sneaky .
Since childhood , he is used to get what he wants .
His favourite colours are red and black which represent his concealed anger , disgust , and hatred .
And the red reflects his flaming nature and free spirit .
He doesn't follow any rules and doesn't like authority figures who have power over him , but he is usually very nice to professors and he shares some laughs with them .
He always thinks that he is right and rarely acknowledge his mistakes , saying to himself : " I'm right , well, I must be right , it's me Edward Byron " .
Although he considers himself better than most people , he never tries to insult anyone or point to the fact that he is better than them .
Thus , he is a popular student in the school .
However , in parties he is usually very calm .
Finally , he always ends up in the most popular/mean group .



Sample RP :



Much to his surprise , his hand was even colder than the knob of the door . He turned the knob and pushed the door with his foot . While walking into his bedroom , he was taking off his cloak . Suddenly , he stopped when he saw these
scary eyes staring at him . These eyes were not frightening , not to him .
Although the face of the boy was not clear , he recognized the boy immediately . " Hello Roger , what are you doing here ? " He said it while a vague smile sneaked to his face .
" Nothing , the party is really dull , I got bored " .
The smile was clear now , he knew why Roger was not in the party , and it wasn't because he got bored . He must have been stood up by Cristina .


Before he could say anythind , Roger said :" You have a letter from your sister , Emma . Her Phoenix just drop it by ".
The smile vanished all the sudden when he saw the letter , and although it was a couple of feet away , he looked very anxious to read it . "How did your sister get a Phoenix anyway?! huh? " . Edward was too busy to respond to that stupid question . He was holding the letter with a shaky hand and a wide smile .
It was good news .


Shouting out of joy " They're on their way down here "
"Who !?" , " My sisters , they are joining the school " .
Apparently Edward and his sisters were very close, especially with the young one , Emma .
He always thought that the only people who are a match to him , were his sisters .
And now, they can take over the school together.
It was the reign of the Byrons over the school .
It is about time .



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[sexiisweettalented]

First Name: Camryn-Brooklyn
Middle Name: Savannah
Last Name: Uley
Age: 17
Appearance: CB has blonde wavy hair that reaches just past her shoulders. She has blue/green/gray/hazel eyes. She prefers wearing skinny jeans, a nice top, and heels. You can most often see her wearing her signature PEACE hoodie. weblogs.variety.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/06/08/bell_2.jpg
History: CB was born and raised in Sydney, Australia. Her family moved to France when she was 14. She has 3 sisters, Dominiqe, Raquel, and Marissa. Her 4 brothers name's are, Michael, John, Leo, and Philip. Her mother's name is Sanna-Maria and her father's name is Feleeo Sabastien. She has many aunts, uncles, and cousins. She can fluently speak French, English, German, Korean, Canadian, Spanish, and Haitin Kreyole.
Personality: CB is a light, happy, carefree person who is bubbly and LOVES talking, shopping, and singing. She is an amazing gymnast, dancer, and cheerleader. She plays soccer, basketball, lacrosse, tennis, pingpong, and she swims. She is very athletic, flexible, and friendly. She is willing to be best friends with anyone AND everyone. She is nice unless you diss her or her family, then she can strike with much force. Her favorite quote is "Float like a butterfly, Sting like a bee."
Sample RP:
CB walked down the dark street, laughing with her friends. A twig snapped and CB froze. "What is it Cam?" asked her best friend Melanie. "Nothin mate, thought I heard something." CB shrugged and kept skipping down the sidewalk. "Hurry up CB!" yelled CB's other best friend Samantha. "Coming Sammy! What's the big rush?" "I have to go to the john!" All three girls started laughing and making jokes. "Do you want to go shopping with me tomorrow girls?" Samantha asked, slowing her pace. "YES!" screamed CB jumping up and down. "Nous devons frapper tous les bons magasins! Nous allons magasiner tous les jours! Je vais faire un horaire détaillé, c'est pourquoi nous manquerai pas se perdre sur le temps!"("We have to hit all the good stores! We'll shop all day! I'll make a detailed schedule, so we do't get lost on time!") CB started speaking rapidly in french. "Yes my sister we will shop all day!" the girls chattered rapidly for the rest of the walk home...

You need to develop your personality a little bit more and add two more paragraphs to you Role-Play sample, the rule says that there must be at least three paragraphs of a Role-Play.

[lottiescheel]

First Name: Lottie
Last Name: Lotus
Age:15
Appearance: Lottie has long blonde hair in layers that reaches halfway down her back in slight waves. She has often been told that you don't get her colour hair out of a bottle so she has vowed never to dye her hair. She has blue eyes and extremely long eyelashes which are naturally very blonde so she tints them black. She doesn't like wearing make-up very much but if she's going out she will wear a little bit. She is a little on the taller side of average standing at 170cm. She has very small palms and rather long fingers, which are good for piano playing, which is a hobby she enjoys.
History: Lottie was born on the 5th of June 1994 and grew up in England with a German father and an Australian mother. Lottie barely ever saw her father due to his long work hours, but spent plenty of time with her mother, who, as a Catholic, was named after the French saint, St Bernadette from Lourdes. Lottie grew up obsessed with all things witch and magical without really knowing why. She spent many happy hours helping her mother in the garden, planting herbs and harvesting them, which her mum used to put in everything she cooked. When Lottie visited her aunties in Australia she was intrigued by the crystal balls, tea leaves and tarot cards they had in their houses. When Lottie began high school, she discovered that learning French came easily to her and she topped her French class in every test they had. When Lottie turned twelve, she started learning piano, which, at first, she tried to quit, but then the piano grew on her until she adored it. Lottie began writing a novel when she was thirteen, as she has always wanted to be an author, partly because she has always loved reading (she goes through a book almost every day), and partly because it brings her joy to weave a story. When she was fourteen, Lottie discovered that she had witch blood (from both sides of the family, but on her father's side it had lain dormant for five generations) and she received a letter from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic requesting her as a pupil to start her N.E.W.T.s in September 2010 and begin as a pupil in January 2010.
Personality: She is a bookworm who, when reading, is completely silent and will not speak, but when she isn't reading, she is a huge chatter box and will often end up irritating people because she talks so much. She can sometimes be slightly selfish, but generally she has a very caring persona and she enjoys raising money for charities. She can sometimes be quite jealous, but generally she is glad when other people get nice things. Lottie is very interested in divination adn is learning astrology and the tarot. Being a Gemini, Lottie is a very social person who enjoys the company of others. Though, having a destiny number of seven, she also likes to be on her own. Lottie loves music and her iPod and particularly likes music from the 1960s, and is a bit of a hippy.
Sample RP: Lottie woke up one morning with a feeling that she had an idea for a story, or knew something, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what, so she decided to go sit outside and meditate on it. So Lottie went outside with her meditating blanket and sat in quiet contemplation (physically quiet but mentall couldn't shut up) until she got bored and a thought came to her. Lottie jumped up, knocking over the incense she'd placed tehre for effect adn ran inside, jumped on teh computer and began writing. She knew she'd found a way to help promot harmony between people, muggles and wizards alike. It was doing what she loved: writing.

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[missy13]

First Name: Sawyer

Last Name: Amour

Age: 15

Appearance:

History: Sawyer was born on Christmas day, four and a half weeks early. She weighed much less, and was much shorter than average, and that worried her loving father. Her mother couldn't care less. Her doctors said this was miraculous, because Sawyers mother was a helpless drunk, and drank lots while pregnant with Sawyer, and Sawyer could've gotten off much worse.

Either way, being small didn't stop Sawyer. As she grew up, so played soccer (muggle sport), cello (muggle instrument) and was very artistic. She had no signs of being a wizard, she didn't even know the existed. Neither of her parents were wizards. She learned only what muggles would learn, and nothing more, although she was surprisingly smart and rather gifted in some areas.

When she was nine, her parent's marriage fell apart. Her mother would come home drunk almost every day, and every Friday she had an affair with a new man. Sawyer's dad didn't understand why Sawyer didn't feel anything after the divorce. She said, "Because that evil witch is gone. I hate my mother. Why does she have to be a drunk and hit you and me?" For you see, Sawyer spoke her mind. And when she got abused by her mother, she spoke up.

After that, she became a normal kid, but with only a dad to live with. Her father never remarried, but is currently dating a very nice lady, a witch. Sawyer was introduced to magic by this lady, Anica, and that is why she was enrolled here.

Personality Sawyer is very spirited girl. She does what she wants, when she wants. She is very artistic, loving to draw, paint, and do anything to express herself. She can be very kind, and always is understanding. She gives very good advice, and is as helpful as she can be. She is one of the nicest people you'll meet, especially considering her background. Just don't get on her bad side.

Although she is very nice, she is easily angered. One wrong word, and she goes off on you. She won't care if what she says hurts you, even if she is mad she will speak her mind, and not think before doing so. This sometimes gets her into trouble, but she manipulates her way out of it. She learned that from her mother, who was always manipulating her father to get out of being drunk.

Like every person, she has her good side and her bad side. But whatever side you’re on, you'll know. She makes it very plain if she likes someone of not.

Sample RP: I'm planning on using this for an RP in the summer time.

_{Sawyer walked in the fresh air of the summer day. She looked over at the trees, with leaves rustling in the breeze. She leaned her hair back into the warmth of the sun. Long shadows passed her by as she stood there. She sun moved until it was no longer there.
Of course, she was getting hungry, but that didn’t bother her. She knew how often she got hungry and so had come prepared. She opened the bag flung against a rock and pulled out a biscuit and jam. She sat down among the roots of a nearby tree and ate. She smiled when she was done. She could be starving and just have one biscuit and be good for the day. It was a skill she found that many people lacked.
Sawyer picked up her pack and stuffed the jar of jam back into the bottom. She slung it over her shoulder and walked on down the path. She placed her bag on the wooden boards of the dock, and pulled her T-shirt off. She tossed it over to her bag and then slipped off her jeans. Since it was summer, she needed to go for a swim in the lake before she died from the heat.
Sawyer ran to the edge of the dock and jumped high, curling herself into a ball. She started humming, just like her old swimming teacher had taught her, so that she could go under and not choke. She swam around in the lake, warmed by sitting all day with no one swimming in it. Sawyer laughed and smiled as she pretended to be a mermaid and swam around. She did tumbles and jumps.
The moon eliminated Sawyer’s blue and green bathing suit, almost as bright and vibrant as her eyes. She swam around, twisting and turning until she couldn’t anymore. She didn’t need rest, but none-the-less, she could come back another day.
But I just can’t leave! I love the water! I was born in it! Sawyer thought to herself. She tipped herself onto her back and started to float and look up at the stars. She started to drift off into sleep.}

Must be Cossu!

[rayne16]

First Name: brooklyn

Last Name: kennedy

Age: sixteen

Appearance:
With the eyes of pure innocence, it's practically impossible to imagine that brooklyn could be anywhere near seventeen years of age. At a wild guess, most would say he was around fourteen maybe even thirteen if the sun shone just right. His eyes hold much innocence and naivety toward the world around him but he is actually wise beyond his years, despite the childish persona he holds and radiates. His hair is kept quite long, his bangs often falling in his eyes during any sort of activity known to man. Try as he might, there is no possible way for him to keep the hair from his eyes because of how fine the texture of it is. It's a shade of chocolate brown, practically auburn in the winter time, a color that surprises him still to this day since he descended from a family of strawberry blonde and black hair. The color sets him apart from the regular brunettes and distances him even further from raven-haired folk. It's a color he's grown to like over the years despite being nicknamed 'choco-boy' by several of his Muggle peers. Brooklyn's eyes match the exact shade of his hair, chocolate brown, and no matter how you look at them, they will always match the same color of his hair. And please, don't ask him how that happens since he doesn't know, it's simply a natural part of his body to have his eyes shift between browns throughout the seasons. If he had a reason behind the mysterious act of his irises, he'd tell everyone in a newsletter as a new worldly discovery alas he is left in the dark of his own eyes. Despite the odd natural shade of hair and eye color, Brooklyn is rather standard everywhere else. He stands at a mere five feet seven inches, a tad short for a boy but still considered tall compared to girls. Soaking wet, he weighs roughly around one hundred and seventeen pounds, a weight he's gladly carried for the past four years of his life. Though according to Muggle doctors he isn't done growing, Brooklyn is almost positive that he is. He comes from a small family, six feet being the tallest member for the past several generations, not that Brooklyn wants to get any taller. He enjoys the height and weight he's at presently and would rather remain as the same dimensions for the rest of his life. Another genetic upside to being a Kennedy, Brooklyn is graced with a high metabolism, allowing him to stay small and fit no matter what he decided to consume and digest. His skin is as pale as a full moon, deceiving more than several that he is of the undead favor but he is merely just pale. More times than not, Brooklyn has been known to make his own rounds around the grounds in the dead of night, where the moon allows its glow to cast upon him as he walks about which is something the sun never gets a chance to do..hence, the pale skin.

History:
Somewhere in middle of late July, close to July fifteenth, a baby was more so or less born. Now, it's kind of hard to believe that the definite date wasn't set but like the indefinite date, the baby was indefinite itself. Brooklyn was born in the busy streets of south Marseille, the true city that never sleeps looking past where he was placed at mere months after his birth. He obviously was born in a local hospital, and though the statement had to be true none of the hospitals around Marseille even around Paris had any sort of record on his birth or existence of life. So, in short, Brooklyn has no idea who his parents are, what part of France he was born in or what date was his special day. He had no knowledge of any information about himself except one thing...he could make things happen without knowing how he did them. As he grew up in the streets, subtle things he couldn't explain occurred to him. He could warm up a newspaper at night when it was freezing cold without burning it. He could change almost wipe people's memories clean of their hurtful intentions when they gave him suspicious and harmful glances. He even once wished for some food from a food vendor and moments later, he had a pile full of food waiting for him. In truth, Brooklyn had every intention to tell on himself about what he did, but who could he tell? He had been an eight year old street boy trying to confess his sins upon unsuspecting people. The thought of magic never once entered his mind until he had happened to stumble across a wizard scolding another wizard in an alleyway he more than often called home. Hiding himself expertly, he overheard the conversation but only managed to pick out a few words such as 'Muggle', 'Dark Lord', and 'Hogwarts'. Whatever the words meant, they had no meaning to Brooklyn who was still nameless at the time. Honestly, the conversation had no effect on him. The strange words were just words to him, that is until he met Ashton Kennedy.

Ashton Kennedy was a young American fellow who had found Brooklyn living in Marseille's alleyways and offered to take him back to the flat he was renting out in Marseille. At first, Brooklyn said no. There was no way he'd go with a stranger no matter if he offered shelter, but Ashton was persistent. He came back to the alleyways everyday and sometimes at night, searching for Brooklyn to the point where it aggravated Brooklyn so much, he agreed to go just to get Ashton to quit bugging him. The flat was decent, small but decent, especially compared to the normal newspaper and occasional cardboard box he had lived in. Within the matter of days, the two boys became inseparable. Wherever Ashton went, Brooklyn went. In case anyone was curious, Brooklyn received his quite American name from the city where Ashton had once lived in. It fit him well enough and he took Ashton's last name since he knew nothing of his own surname. Life was going well, Brooklyn looked up to Ashton as if he were his father. By the time, he had reached age eleven, Brooklyn had lived with his newly made father for almost two years. The day he turned eleven changed everything. In the middle of July, on a day that seemed to mock the similar time that Brooklyn was born, a letter fell through their letter slot. Being the curious eleven year old that he was, Brooklyn read the letter first, a newfound joy resounding within his young frame. The excitement soon died out whenever Ashton read the letter. He freaked, shouting at Brooklyn as if he had done something wrong. The eleven year old was shocked beyond belief. How could his father...Ashton not want something like this for him? Not that he knew what the letter meant, only that it held some importance to his life. Determined with his own beliefs in the world, Brooklyn took off that very night, leaving the life he had been given to go venture into the life he wanted to earn. Beauxbatons.

It's been several years since he began attending Beauxbatons, this being his sixth year. He more than enjoys the school, his eyes still widening in awe at any new wizarding discovery revealed to him. The only difference in this year and his last several, is that he's determined to be made known among the school. He may not become the school's Quidditch star or the know-it-all of the year, but people will know Brooklyn whether they care to or not.

Personality:
▪ DETERMINED-whatever he aspires to do, it's all backed up with determination. Nothing will stop Brooklyn from achieving what he wants, even if what he wants is incredibly outlandish and seems unreasonable. Once he's determined, there's just no stopping him.

▪ QUIET-unlike most kids his age, Brooklyn keeps his mouth shut. If he ever speaks it's only to classmates he trusts and professors or unless he's forced to of course. It's not that he has anything against his own voice, he'd rather just keep things to himself unless his thoughts are inquired on.

▪ OBSERVANT-seeing as he's quiet, it's almost obvious that he'd be observant. Brooklyn is able to note secrets, ambitions, and nearly anything else as he sits and watches those around him live their lives.

▪ SARCASTIC-whenever he chooses to speak, it's normally some sarcastic comment to what the professor had just said or just a comment he whispers to a trusted classmate. Whomever it's to or about, it's always dripped in sarcasm.

▪ INTELLIGENT-some know boys to be slackers in class, but not Brooklyn. He's the real deal when it comes to grades. He can't stand failing at anything including classes so he actually tries his hardest during class time.

▪ WITTY-besides being sarcastic, Brooklyn has been known to make quite witty comments. Let's just say they're witty enough to get a group of Sournois laughing hysterically for about ten minutes. He doesn't try, he just is.

▪ HONEST-Brooklyn has this honesty is policy idea of life. If he finds something ugly and is asked about it, he'll say it's ugly. He won't hold back because of how the other person may react. However, this only applies to when he is asked his opinion on things. In a crowd full of people, his honesty would hardly reach anyone's ears.

▪ DIPLOMATIC-He's actually only diplomatic during a fight between housemates or when everyone is arguing about something stupid. Other than that, he's usually just the observer, the instigator, or both.

▪ OBEDIENT-now don't freak out, Brooklyn isn't overly obedient. He's more like 'i'll do this because I want to, not because you're asking me to' kind of obedient. If he doesn't mind doing what whomever asked, he'll do it, otherwise you're screwed.

▪ LOYAL-of course he's loyal to all he finds necessary, at the moment just himself. Anything outside that, his loyalty is about as big as a mouse. He trusts no one and he won't stand by anyone until he trusts them.

▪ PROTECTIVE-to those he's loyal to and to some exceptions, Brooklyn protects them with everything he has. If they are in danger, he'll find a way to get them safely home, or say if his best friend was being picked on, he'd more than gladly knock the bully'a lights out or hex them like there was no tomorrow.

Sample RP:
Sleep. Sleep was the best friend of a young sixteen year old boy. He needed sleep and sleep somehow needed him. It had been a long summer for him, a summer he wished to forget. It was full of lonliness and fears. For the first time in the past couple of years, Brooklyn Kennedy had decided against staying at the French wizarding school over the summer holidays and decided to venture out into the world unknown. The past two months gave him nightmares still as he recalled nervously looking over his shoulder, wincing at any sounds of an American tourist, as the living nightmare of his past came back to haunt him. He thought he was ready, thought he was capable of handling the Muggle world. Yet, he soon found out that he wasn't. Brooklyn could barely stay calm for longer than several minutes as any hint of an American accent chilled his very bones as his mind went through a flashback everytime.

A flashback of the day he turned eleven. July fifteenth...or was it the sixteenth? Whatever day it was, was the day Brooklyn left his makeshift father and home. The way fear and anger had brightened his then father's eyes still sent chills down his skinny frame. How could such a man of kindness and love look at his adoptive son that way? Was the letter not meant to be for him? Suddenly, his heart began beating harder as his dream self entered the nightmare he had become all too familiar with. It was him running. Running from what, he still didn't know but he ran until his legs hurt, until his lungs stung. And yet no matter how much he ran, how much he pressed forward, Ashton's voice still caressed his ear as if he were standing right behind him. He couldn't dare turn his head for if he did, he'd slow down, he'd be caught. After all these years of becoming who he thought he truly was, in all actuality he was running from his old self, running from his past. A past he easily masked with expressions of sarcasm and authority complexes. Would anyone see the true him? See the boy that's still eight and living on the streets? The boy that had to grow up all too soon thanks to irresponsible parents. Ashton's voice grew even closer and did he feel a hand wrapping itself around his ankle? No! A glance back and there he was, Ashton with the same practically murderous glance in his eyes as he reached out again to get a better grip upon Brooklyn.

Another twist, another turn and Brooklyn sat up straight in his four poster bed, a cold sweat drenching his pajamas. He had almost been caught that time. Did that mean Ashton knew where he was? Where he had been living? He raked a hand through his wet, shaggy hair, his breaths harsh and ragged as he collected himself. It was barely midnight, a time he was becoming closer and closer friends with as he had such nightmares. He reached out, grazing his hand across the sleeping body of his owl, Bertolome, before laying back in his bed sheets. He needed sleep. Tomorrow started a whole new year and he needed to be prepared for it. Brooklyn closed his eyes slowly, praying to some unknown being that sleep would once again invade his mind dreamlessly.

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Hmmm... Sournois or Roueire.... ROUERIE!

[indierossur]

indie.rylee.rossur ;

My name is Indie Rossur and I'm seventeen years old. Born to Lilith and Grant Rossur in the December month. I have no brothers and one baby sister who favors me severely. Our blue eyes are a trademark in my family on my fathers side. I'm approximately five feet and five inches tall, and weigh anywhere between one hundred eleven and one hundred fourteen pounds, a lightweight. It's in my family's genes to be considerably light for our age, and it really never changes; good news for the women. I'm the first in five generations to acquire magical abilities. My family had just given up hope of there being a new witch in the family, then I blew in, Indie the daughter of two perfectly muggle parents.

I'm closest to my mother, so she could tell you my personality up and down, frontways and sideways. If you ask me to describe myself in one word it would be near impossible for me to do so. Because there isn't just one word, at least not that I've found yet, that can 100% describe me in full detail color. If I could draw a picture of my personality, I'd include the sky which would take up a large part of the page. It would be the color of dawn, the sun not even up yet, as the mist is carried away and the clouds give-way for the suns grand entrance. the horizon would be mixed. Purples, pinks, oranges, all blending in with the sky's natural morning light blue. It would give the same calm you get watching the sun rise from a beach-front view. that salty smell as the wind blows by, along with that faint crashing of the water. Something about it makes you calm, and that's me. I'm the calm that enters a room and takes it over. As much as I can't specify one word, I'll give as many as I can that relate to me: Calm, Smiling, Creative, Loving, Content, Friend, Promise-Keeper, Heart-Warmer, Flower-Lover. You could probaby add Free Spirit in there too.

rp ;

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I woke up later than usual, I could tell this from the amount of light coming in through my small window, even with the curtains there. I rushed myself out of bed and into the hardwood floor of my room, which connected right into the kitchen, which no one was in. I could see where my mother had been cooking probably only moments ago. My breakfast was there, but not my parents.
"Mother!" I called out, followed right by, "Father!"
No response for several moments.

'Out here Indie!' My mothers older voice called back in reply. I raced to the back window over the oven and peered out.
"What on earth are you doing out there? I'm going to be so late!" I asked them both. Both my mother and father were standing outside with our elderly neighbor Edna Masters, a sweet old witch which we had befriended many years ago, before I knew of my powers.
"Don't worry, Indie! Eat your food before it gets chilled and hurry out!" She said up to me, and before I even finished my nod I had pushed myself away from the wondow and grabbed the pan off the oven, bringing it over to my lone plate on the table and scrapping out everything inside onto it. My mother was the best cook in my family and never burnt a thing, amazing since she cooks with no magic at all, for I know I would be having to cheat just a little to make anything I cooked look like food. I was good at so many things so claims my grandmother, but cooking is not one of them. And I can't help but fully agree with her. I'm more of the green thumb in the family any way.
But there was no way I would be late on my first day at Beauxbatons, it was simply out of the question, and right now, I had to eat in less than three minutes tops if I had a chance at making it on time.
I forked in most of my food, taking bites two at a time of my toast and wiping my hands off on our table cloth, grabbing up my plate and placing it in our sink. Scooting into my room I grab up my boots and light weight coat from my rocking chair, and I zoomed out of my room and outside.
Lucky for me, there were both my parents in our family car waiting patiently for me, though I know I saw my mothers hand reaching for the horn just as I came into view. I hurried inside and shut my car door.[/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[the0puppeteer]

First name : Edward
Last name : Byron
Age : 17

Appearance :
The eyes barely seen through the long dark hair covering the majority of his face . The softness of his hair upsets a bit in spite of everyone else's admiration . However, he prefers not to tidy it .
His eyes are black and usually dry , but when he looks at someone through that someone's eyes his eyes apear to be glaring and dripping with tears .
He isn't tall . Although he appears to be from a distance because of his well-built body . His skin is a little tanned although he's from the mountains .


History :
Edward comes from a wealthy and royal family .
His father , Richard , is a famous lord who fought in many battles . None of them in which he came close to losing .
As far as anyone knows , Richard was a legendary wizard.
Richard married a much younger wife , Kate . Although she was from another royal family , Richard treated her merely as a servant and considered her a trophy. Fascinated with the fact that Kate was famous for her beauty , Richard fought for her desperately.
From a pure-blood family all the way through the first wizard , Edward descended .
His father cherished him dearly without ever showing it .
He has two younger sisters . Judy looks a lot like her mum and she also became famous for her beauty . Emma is the youngest . She , like her brother , has a deep black hair but with blue eyes .
On one hand , Emma looks very shy to the naked eye but she would kill herself before letting anyone tell her what to do .
On the other hand , Judy is very outgoing and a little flirtatious with boys .
Edward was home-schooled until last year when his father got mad at him and sent him away .






Personality :

For all the people who know him , he is a very nice guy . But he is the kind of guy that never talks to anyone unless they speak with him first . Mostly , everyone around him will fall in love with him immediately . However , there are always some people who will put him in there black list without delay .
A lot of people who don't know him very well consider him very arrogant . However , he considers himself very humble .
That is because he always tries to hide his arrogance .
Even his closest friends see the fact that he thinks highly of himself or at least has a high self-esteem . He is a virtuoso in the piano , and fluent in a lot of ancient languages .
Him being home-schooled made him ignorant of lots of spells that students his age usually know , but with the knowledge of many strange spells .
His skills were the main reason of his arrogance .
He has two main faces . One where his mind in control .
At this time he is very calm and he thinks before he acts which makes him invincible because he is very clever and creative , so he always knows what to do .
The other one is where his heart is in control .
At this time he gets angry quickly and can easily be dragged into a trap . Because of his occasional wrath , his father has sent him away . When on a friendly game , he tends to be very honest . But when the matter is really important , he will do anything to get his way , so sometimes he is very sneaky .
Since childhood , he is used to get what he wants .
His favourite colours are red and black which represent his concealed anger , disgust , and hatred .
And the red reflects his flaming nature and free spirit .
He doesn't follow any rules and doesn't like authority figures who have power over him , but he is usually very nice to professors and he shares some laughs with them .
He always thinks that he is right and rarely acknowledge his mistakes , saying to himself : " I'm right , well, I must be right , it's me Edward Byron " .
Although he considers himself better than most people , he never tries to insult anyone or point to the fact that he is better than them .
Thus , he is a popular student in the school .
However , in parties he is usually very calm .
Finally , he always ends up in the most popular/mean group .



Sample RP :



Much to his surprise , his hand was even colder than the knob of the door . He turned the knob and pushed the door with his foot . While walking into his bedroom , he was taking off his cloak . Suddenly , he stopped when he saw these
scary eyes staring at him . These eyes were not frightening , not to him .
Although the face of the boy was not clear , he recognized the boy immediately . " Hello Roger , what are you doing here ? " He said it while a vague smile sneaked to his face .
" Nothing , the party is really dull , I got bored " .
The smile was clear now , he knew why Roger was not in the party , and it wasn't because he got bored . He must have been stood up by Cristina .


Before he could say anythind , Roger said :" You have a letter from your sister , Emma . Her Phoenix just drop it by ".
The smile vanished all the sudden when he saw the letter , and although it was a couple of feet away , he looked very anxious to read it . "How did your sister get a Phoenix anyway?! huh? " . Edward was too busy to respond to that stupid question . He was holding the letter with a shaky hand and a wide smile .
It was good news .


Shouting out of joy " They're on their way down here "
"Who !?" , " My sisters , they are joining the school " .
Apparently Edward and his sisters were very close, especially with the young one , Emma .
He always thought that the only people who are a match to him , were his sisters .
And now, they can take over the school together.
It was the reign of the Byrons over the school .
It is about time .

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First Name
Merissa
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Last Name
Watson
Age 16
Apperance. Merissa is a very beautiful girl. she has shiny brown hair.Her hair colour can change to a very pale blonde when she is feeling sad or depressed and a even a firy red when she gets angry. Her eye colour can change also. Most of the time their a nice green colour. Merissa is about 5 foot 4.

History. Merissa was born in Germany. Her and her family had moved to Oxford, England when she and her sister were only 5 and 6 years old. Both of her parents are witches, and weren't sure if their daughter was going to be witch or a squib. Of course they were excited when they started noticing her magaical ablilty when she was younger. The family comes from a long line of purebloods. Both her parents were amazing wizards during their time, and Merissa feels that she has to be and very well should be, be the best at everything. To make her parents proud. Merissa also knows that even if she fails or parents are still going to be very proud of her. She is of German and British heritage.

Personality. Merissa at times can be a very stuck-up and vain person. Who feels not only to be the best at everything, but to have the best of everything. Especially when it comes to fashion. Merissa cares very deeply about she looks and her apperance. She enjoys shopping for the latest fashions, doing her hair in different styles and wearing make-up. She also has many many friends, but she only calls some of them a really close friends. At her old school, since she was so beautiful she had plenty of guys asking her out. Most of the time she would turn them down hence the guys giving her the name "Ice Princess". Fashion isn't the only thing she cares about. She cares very much about her family, friends and of course her studies. Merissa loves having fun and being the life of the party. Even though most people see her as a "stuck bratty girl " people who are close to her will tell you that she is very loyal and has a heart of gold.

Sample: Merissa was in her room trying to pick the perfect outfit to wear for her journey to Beauxbatons. When she heard a knock on her door."Who is it"? She said in a very annoyed voice. "It's me miss Merissa" said her family's maid Sarah. I've come to bring your things downstairs and put them in the carriage. As Sarah was gathering Merissa's trunks and clothes she couldn't help but notice that Merissa looked as if she might had been crying. "Excuse me Miss if you don't mind me asking is everything alright" ? Usually Merissa would just ingore the servent, but today she was feeling desperate. "Why are my parents sending me to a school in France" ? Do they think that my magic skills arent good enough to go to a school here in England" ? "Of course not miss" said Sarah your parents know that you are one of the best witches in London, so their sending you to Beauxbatons so that you can increase your magic ability. As Merissa listened to this she thought to her self. "I'm one of the best witches in London I'll be the best at Beauxbatons too". No matter what it takes. On the Carriage ride to Beauxbatons Merissa couldn't help but wonder is she going to like it at there ? will she hate it ? She peeked over her designer sunglasses to get a glimpse of the other girls. they were sitting in groups laughing and talking about their summer. Everytime she thought about the word summer she thought of home. Oh how much she missed home. she missed seeing her sister, her parents. and most of all her best friend Darcy. Like her Darcy was also a pure blood. She remembered how her and Darcy would be have so much fun during the summer. Going shopping, finding all the latest fashions, going to the best parties,..Merissa soon shook the thought out of her head as it was too painful to think of anymore. she put her hair in a ponytail and let her head rest against the cool cold window. The feeling of the window eased her nervous. It seemed like hours before they the carriage driver finally said Welcome to Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic. As Merissa stepped out of the carriage onto the frost bitten school lawn and saw what seemed like a winter wonderland castle. She thought to herself , "I'M HERE".
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[jacques]

First Name: Jacques

Last Name: Wischard

Age: seventeen

Appearance:



History:

Jacques Wischard was born in Avingon, France where his mother and father lived for all their life. He is the fourth and youngest child of Julianna and Sébastien Wischard. They are both wizards with the acception that his mom is half veela. Both his parents attended the school Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and graduated in class 1977. Soon after, both attended the same university, married, and have now become professors in a magical university.

To be exact of his parent's whereabouts, his father Sébastien, studies in iconology in reference to ancient ruins around the world. Now as for his mother, she works in literature and studies texts from famous or not-well known authors while teaching them to her students

Now Jacques is family oriented. He loves them very much. His affection is normally shown as to picking on his three older sisters. Since he's the youngest of the four he often is a spoiled little brat at times. He has twin sisters Claire and Jessica(22), and an older sister named Florence(25) who all already graduated from Beauxbatons Academy.

There was very little magic he could do, but he was taught by his father how to fly a broom at the age of thirteen. He wasn't as skillful back then, but over the next few years, he has improved his abilities to fly on the broom. But he still thinks he needs to improve more just in case he decides to join Quidditch.

When Jacques received a letter from Beauxbatons Academy, his parents were thrilled that he was finally accepted to a school for witchcraft and wizardry. Even if it is a little late in his school career to begin at Beauxbatons Academy, they took matters into their hands to teach him his basics like arithmancy, history, geography, latin, sciences, and literature.

Personality:

Jacques is a curious adventurer. In his time he would prefer traveling around the grounds and being what you call a nature boy. He does love nature and would camp out at times, only in the backyard since his parents like to keep a close eye on the kidder. Yes he can be quite the devious little bugger and likes to terrorize his sisters, if not, the helps around the Wischard manor. So he likes to pick on close friends, but it's playful banter. He can be a nasty piece of work if you get on his wrong side, which rarely happens unless someone insults him, his family, or friends. Jacques does hold grudges toward people, and he's less forgiving than others. Other than that, he's fun spirited and good natured. Though he can be serious at times when a situation arises. Since he's a growing teen there are hormones to be dealt with. Yes the boy does love girls, but he's a tad bit shy towards them. He is very kind and a compassionate person. He represents good judgement, high moral, and maturity when it's convenient. On his spare time he could be found in a corner with a book in hand or a sketch pad for drawing. He likes to play piano and has since he was young. Jacques is clever in his own way and his mind is keen. He is quite studious and takes advantage of the knowledge he acquired over the past several years from his parents teaching. Besides that he can sometimes appear aloof and that's because of his excessive day-dreaming or disinterest in some subject matter.

Sample RP:

Jacques had sat up on his bed for quite some time. It wasn't that he was ready for a simple cat nap, or he wanted to be alone in his dorm, but that he was actually thinking of a place to go to. See, from across his bed there was a window. Frost developed at the sill and snow falling in large clumps. A sign that winter continued it's cycle to blanket every place white. And obviously Jacques loved the snow. So he was thinking of a possible place to enjoy the winter weather, even if it was cold.

So he got up from bed and dressed into a pair of blue jeans, a black sweater, and snow boots. But don't worry, he dressed warmly as he added his grey pair of gloves and a large black coat that hung loosely around his body. Never was the type to wear tight clothes in the cold weather. He needed all the package he could get to stay warm. Once dressed, Jacques headed out of his dorm and the common room. Down the corridors and into the Entrance Hall, he approached the front doors and went out.

The rush of freezing cold air hit his face and any skin that was showing, causing shivers to send down his spine. "A hah!" Eyes widening at the bright sight before him as the sun reflected the snow. It was amazingly bright and beautiful to look at. Sweeping aside the black fringe over his steely blue eyes, he got a better sight of the trail heading toward the lake. Practically covered in snow, he could barely see the lake's surface since it had been iced over. Everything was blanketed in white.

It wasn't long when Jacques made his way down to the lake, trudging through the snow. His foot prints slid here and there sometimes, and others he left shoe prints. The snow was only ankle deep, but enough to possibly make snow angels in or a snow man. A grin crossed his lips, thinking about the many possible things to do at the time with the elements around you, and as he did so he stood before the frozen lake, just staring into the wonderful winter scenery before him that included the mountains, the lake and it's shoreline, and the island in the middle.

You have qualities from all three houses, honestly, but I'm thinking Cossu!

[timebomb]

First Name: Kerina
Last Name: Sundae
Age: 16
Appearance:
History: Kerina was born on a dark, gloomy night, and people who didn't know better thought that it matched her personality perfectly. It was true though. When she was 3 and her birthday was a week later, she thought of a deadly prank to play on her mother. Of course her mother never suspected her little princess. Though, as she grew older she grew more mature, and grew out of her prank loving self. Kerina's father did notice that she grew more attached to singing more than ever, but her mother never had a musical ear so she always told her to not sing.

Then a year later, when she was 13 her whole family needed to live on her singing skills, because her father put half of their money into a bad investment. Her mother always took her to the sidewalk of their mansion and Kerina would singing to the people passing by. She would earn about 30 to 40 dollars a day for that, and her mother started to accept the fact that her princess could sing.

But then one night she sneaked outside for a walk, since she felt like she was trapped in her house, but she knew it was for her best. While she was walking down the sidewalk something attacked her and bit her neck. Kerina screamed from how much it hurt, and then she kmew why she wasn't allowed to go out in the dark. When she got her home she told her mother and father everything, and they where devestated, but she knew that they wouldn't take her away.
Personality:

• Intelligent-She is one of those girls who care about everything even her grades. She is just good at it, but she just likes learning, but not as more as singing. Kerina could be one of those kinds of students that graduate with top honors.
  
  
• Honest-Kerina is always honest. She speaks her mind without thinking about it at all so she would anger people at times, but she never means it. She likes to consider that honesty is one of her trademarks.
  
  
• Loyal-She is as loyal as a dog to people she likes. She chooses friends carefully because of this, but if she likes you, you would almost never not see her by your side.
  
  
• Protective-Kerina is as protective as a graud dog. She would protect anyone whether she likes them or not.
  

Sample RP:

Kerina was sitting down in a seat in the hallways, looking outside she noticed a storm was probably to come. Great stuck inside with all the Slytherins, at least there aren't many 7th year Slytherin girls so our area will be quiet... unless someone starts a party. I really hope they don't I have only just got over that last one. Sighing, Kerina stood up to get ready for Potions. At least it was a reasonable class compared to History of Magic which she HATED!

Looking up to see the time she realized she was 1 minute late and with the distance to get there she would probably have missed most of the class.
"Nooo... not now. Snape'll kill me." Kerina grumbled while running quickly down the hallways trying to avoid everyone. Soon after she wasn't even watching where she was going and bumped into someone. Kerina was about to yell at them before she realized who it was. Blonde hair. Platinum blonde hair, that could only mean one thing. She had ran into no other than Draco Malfoy.

They had hardly talked but she felt the need to apologise which was something that never happened.
"I'm so sorry. I honestly wasn't looking where I was going, I am late for potions...." Kerina stopped where she was wondering why she of all people was explaining herself to him. Draco was worth having her late for Potions.

I should just glare at him and yell but its to late for that now. I'll just walk away.

Then Kerina decided that she would take the long way to Potions if she was going to avoid Draco. She spun around on her heel before Draco could even say a word. It was nice to know that she wouldn't have seen the face on him, since she was probably going to have the hell of her life when she came back to the common room.

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[sexiisweettalented]

First Name: Camryn-Brooklyn
Middle Name: Savannah
Last Name: Uley
Age: 17
Appearance: CB has blonde wavy hair that reaches just past her shoulders. She has blue/green/gray/hazel eyes. She prefers wearing skinny jeans, a nice top, and heels. You can most often see her wearing her signature PEACE hoodie. weblogs.variety.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/06/08/bell_2.jpg
History: CB was born and raised in Sydney, Australia. Her family moved to France when she was 14. She has 3 sisters, Dominiqe, Raquel, and Marissa. Her 4 brothers name's are, Michael, John, Leo, and Philip. Her mother's name is Sanna-Maria and her father's name is Feleeo Sabastien. She has many aunts, uncles, and cousins. She can fluently speak French, English, German, Korean, Canadian, Spanish, and Haitian Creole.
Personality: CB is a light, happy, carefree person who is bubbly and LOVES talking, shopping, and singing. She is an amazing gymnast, dancer, and cheerleader. She plays soccer, basketball, lacrosse, tennis, pingpong, and she swims. She is very athletic, flexible, and friendly. She is willing to be best friends with anyone AND everyone. She is nice unless you diss her or her family, then she can strike with much force. Her favorite quote is "Float like a butterfly, Sting like a bee." CB is always known to be found with her nose in a book! She may love talking and texting, but she's a MAJOR bookworm! She is the top student in all of her classes and can always be relied upon for study help. Camryn-Brooklyn is funny and is constantly talking in sarcastic tones. Cammyloves playing guitar, drums, and piano. Cammy's favorite food is spaghetti, ice cream, or cake. CB is also know as the "shoulder to cry on" whenever a heart gets broken. Funnily enough, CB never has to go to someone to cry on since she's known for standing tall and taking care of her problems. Sometimes this can be a good things, unless the problem is huge. CB does admit that she has flaws, just like the next person, but CB is not afraid to show it. She shows weakness when something terrible happens, which is rarely. So rarely in fact that people always look surprised/shocked when she shows loss of control/tons of emotion. Since CB has veela blood, guys follow her everywhere.... but sometimes CB just wants people to leave her alone!
Sample RP:
They leaned closer and closer until their lips met. Firework's exploded. She felt his hand on the small of my back, pulling her closer and closer. She pulled back.
"I can't be doing this to Seth!" CB exclaimed, Paul gave her a look of surprise.
"You're so gorgeous though, take a break from Seth, seriously Cammy..." Paul trailed off when he saw her angry face.
"Seth has been my boyfriend for years! I can't just break up with him, besides... I love him." CB gave Paul a death glare.
"Chill C! I undestand! Anyways, Seth don't deserve you!"
"WHAT!!!!?" CB shrieked, "SETH DOESN'T DESERVE ME?? YOU FREAKIN' IDIOT! IF YOU'RE GUNNA BE THIS WAY..... YOU DON'T DESERVE ME!" CB screamed in frusturation, picking up a lamp and chucking it at the wall.
"Cammy.... what... was... that?" Paul choked out, seemingly shocked.
"I'm sorry.... I just... I.... well I..... I lost control." She finished my voice quavering. "I'm sorry." CB apoplogized.
"CAMRYN-BROOKLYN ULEY! QUIT APOLOGIZING!!!!" Paul shouted, his eyes blazing red like fire.
"It's natural!" She shouted back.... "HEY! What's going on here?" Seth called, opening the front door.
"Uhhh... nothing sweety! Be out in a minute!" CB called before turning to Paul, "You need to leave." Paul put his hands up in surrender, backing out the kitchen door.
"Hey honey!" Seth said, walking to CB and wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her neck softly. "Hey babe!" She replied, grinning. The shrill shriek of the phone suddenly pierced the air. Seth and CB jumped racing towards the phone. CB reached it first. "Hello?" she asked polietly. "Cammy? I... can you come over?" the small voice of Lena Samith, CB's best friend floated through the earpiece. "Already on my way." CB replied, grabbing the keys to her cherry red Ferrari.

"It was terrible! He was all like... I'm in love with someone else! I can't be with you anymore Lena!" Lena sobbed into Camryn's arms. "Shhh.... it's okay babe! It's fine! He's a jerk!" CB replied, stroking her best friend's luscious locks. "But... he..." Lena broke into hysterics, wailing and flailing her arms. "Shhh... Lena listen... I made you a song!" CB said before singing, TRUE FRIEND ~ HM. "It's all I have but that's okay right?" CB asked nervously. "I LOVELOVELOVE IT!" screeched Lena. "GREAT! Anywho, I gotta jet... Mom's expecting moi for dinner!" CB stood and kissed both of Lena's cheeks. Called, "See ya soon babe!" before trekking back to her car, and then home.

"Phil! Get your lazy butt back here!" CB was greeted by her sister, Marissa, yelling. "I'm not fat!" Phil yelled back. "She didn't call you fat!" Raquel said with a WTF! look on her face. "Camryn-Brooklyn is here Mum!" Dominique was the first to spot her. "Cammy!" Leo, Michael, and John flung themselves at CB, chatting excitedly. "That's good boys!" CB said, prying herself from her 8 year old brother's arms. "How my dashing girl?" My father cried, wrapping his arms around his little girl. "I'm fine daddy!" CB sighed and rolled her eyes. "CAM!" Marissa cried, finally seeing CB, she rushed towards her, "You wanna go shopping sis? Huh? Huh? Do ya?" "Ohhh... of course!!" CB cried, jumping up and down with her sister. "Not before dinner girls!" CB's mother said, appearing from the kitchen. "Of course Mum." the girls bowed their heads in respect. "Okay darlings! Why don't we eat?" Sanna-Maria said, clapping her hands. Everyone immediately raced to the bathrooms to wash for supper. "So! Did you hear! Paul McDaye asked me out!" Raquel and Dominqie squealed. "Hey! He asked me out." they said at the same time again. "Really 'cuz he kissed me!" All 4 of the girls said at the same time. "WHAT! HE IS SUCH A PLAYA! HE SO CAME ON TO ME! WHISPERING SWEET THINGS IN MY EAR!!! THAT IS SO RUDE! WE'LL TEACH HIM NOT TO MESS WITH THE ULEY GIRLS!" the girls yelled at the same time, their faces red from anger. All of the sudden a tap at their window was heard. The girls stared at the window, watching and waiting. The only thing that stared back at them was a pair of glowing red eyes.....


You need to develop your personality a little bit more and add two more paragraphs to you Role-Play sample, the rule says that there must be at least three paragraphs of a Role-Play.

I added to my personality.... and I completely made a new role play! Hope it's good enough!

[monique]

First Name:

Monique

Last Name:

Rousseau

Age:

14

Appearance:

Monique has latte coloured skin, a long-bob haircut and the most innocent eyes. She thinks she's a tad short but this doesn't really get her down.

History:

Monique was born to witch Ophelia and wizard Carlos Rousseau on New Years. As a baby, Monique was very loud. She cried quite a lot, exercising her lungs. Soon enough, Monique was a fierce toddler. She grew up to be quite a bossy-boots, though quite gentle.

Monique knew she would soon turn into a witch, but she knew nothing of the other scary surprised which awaited her...

At the age of 10, Monique developed scary vampire like symptoms. She had an inexplicable urge to bite, to drink blood. Her parents, worried sick, denied the fact that Monique was a vampire, for this was the very thing they had been dreading.
But soon enough, they accepted Monique for what she was- a bloodthirsty vamp. Monique's father had to take Monique out fortnightly, so she could hunt at her free will. Her blood diet mainly consisted of Deer blood.

Monique hated herself for it. She had been a keen vegetarian beforehand, but was forced to give up her beliefs. She spent nights crying into her pillow. "It simply isn't fair. Why can't I be normal? A normal witch with normal problems?" Monique frequently thought to herself.

A few long years past, and Monique was living a struggle of a life...
Then, a few months later, there was a shining ray of hope. A new door beginning to open. A famous Potions master had developed a new potion to resist some of the urges of Vampirism. Obviously, her parents purchased it. It was very expensive, but it could change their daughters life around. Monique was jumping for joy.
She can remember the day her life turned around. The day the potion touched her lips. The day she realized she no longer had to drink blood.

Monique still remains a Vampire, but the urges aren't as strong as they used to be. Monique still has to drink blood twice a year. Not perfect, but still, at least it's better than drinking it 26 times a year.

Personality:

Lively. Monique is full of life, energetic and loud.
Honest. Monique usually never fails to tell the truth.
Confident. Monique isn't really the shy type of girl. She is full of the right amount of confidence.
Fierce/fiesty Monique gets very fierce with her enemies and hardly ever fails to win an argument/fight.
Messy. Monique can't keep anything neat.
Bossy. Monique knows what she wants and never ceases to get it. She fancies herself as the boss of everyone.
[sometimes] arrogant.
Daring. Monique loves doing things for the thrill. She loves to take a risk.

Sample RP:

Monique could hear a rustling sound coming from the bushes. She held onto her fathers hand for support. Monique was more scared than she had ever been in her entire life.

It was her first time hunting. Monique sniffed the air. The smell was overwhelming. Monique could smell the animals blood, almost taste it. Her stomach rumbled powerfully. She couldn't resist the urge anymore. It was like... a bloodthirsty animal starving inside her. It was taking over her body.

Monique let go of her fathers hand and stepped forward.
"Monique- do you want me to-" Her father whispered in French.
"No. I want to do this on my own. I can do this." She replied.

The pangs inside her stomach were worsening. Monique knew what she had to do... or rather, the monster dwelling inside her did. She stepped forward and took the arrow out of her jeans pocket. After weeks of her parents teaching her how to use the arrow properly, Monique was certain she knew how to do it. She kneeled into the sharp brambles, oblivious that her arm was now bleeding. She walked through the shrubbery and looked around. There was no damn animal in sight. Monique spent a few minutes looking behind each bush, in case something as hiding.

Minutes passed. Finally, Monique spotted something in the distance. She ran toward it and positioned her arrow. It was a small deer. It looked like a fawn (baby deer). It looked so scared, so innocent that Monique couldn't harm it. It was too cruel, too inhumane to kill a baby!
Monique's stomach groaned again. There seemed to be voices arguing in her head:
"I can't do it. It's not FAIR."
"Just go on. One quick blow of the arrow. It's that simple."
"But it's just a baby."
"So? A hunter will kill it anyway. Better do it now. All the blood in it will last ages."
There was too much truth in the last voices words. Monique took a deep breath. This was it.
She fiercely pulled the arrow and let it go hastily. A sharp bar shot out of it and stabbed the deer in the heart. It had a sad, empty expression. Its eyes widened for a few seconds and then, as if something had sucked the life out of it, the beam in its eye vanished.

It was all too much. Monique turned round to her father and buried her face in his stomach, and held him tight. Her muffled sobs echoed around the whole forest. Her father stroked her hair and reassured her that everything would be OK.

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Must be Sournois!

[viktoriam]

kidsmusic.net.ru/gallery/vd_APF_9291.JPGAlina
Full names:
Russian: Alina Pavlovna Tkacheva
French: Alina Chantel Lefevre
Age: 15
Appearance: Alina has dark red hair that reach barely past her shoulders. The style seems to change every so often, from straight to wavy. On special occasions, her mother will curl her hair and put in in fancy hairstyles. Alina has flawless skin, since her mother has her use special soaps and lotions to prevent acne or breakouts. Alina's skin tanned in the summer, though she was easily sunburned, so she had to slab on lots of sunscreen to prevent "such ugly looking skin"- quote Mother.
Alina's eyes are her own personal favorite, since she doesn't really care for the other features. They are gray, but a majority of the time, they contain either a green or blue tint, depending on what she is wearing. And sometimes, on rare occasions, they will turn teal. Alina likes to say that her eyes remind her of clouds, when they're blue, fresh grass, when they're green, mist, when they're gray, and (her own personal favorite), jewel, when they're teal.
She is tall and slender with thin legs and arms. Her family is strict on what they eat, and how much of it, since they believe diets will keep their daughters nice and skinny to show off. That may be why her family takes so many trips to the beaches. Her parents love hearing compliments about their daughters, about how great their bodies look. Though Alina's parents enforce that rule, she still finds an opportunity to sneak a cookie here and there..
Alina feels cheated, because she barely gets to see her true self anymore. It use to be, when she was younger, her mother wouldn't make her wear half a ton of makeup every day. She use to be able to just be herself (for the most part). Nowadays, her mother wants her to wear a lot of makeup, "...To bring out your beauty..." Alina feels the opposite. She thinks that makeup hides her true, natural beauty. Of course, growing up in a family powered by fashion and appearance has really messed with Alina's looks. She feels anorexic, since she can't eat much every day. She hated the diets that she had to use, and she hated that appearance meant more to them than anything. She can't get out of it, though. She doesn't have a choice, since she and her sister help drive their parents' jobs..
History: Someone could call Alina a "perfect" girl. She had beauty, brains, and talent. Her family was rich, she was popular, and had so many friends. But she was probably the most unhappy girl in the history of time...
It started out when Alina's real mother, Anna, was 16 years old. She still lived with her parents in the town of Rostov-na-Donu, which was located in southern Russia. Anna had a secret. A secret that could, and would, affect her life forever. She was pregnant. It happened merely a month ago, at a party. Anna could not recall the incident very well, but she did remember her partner's first name: Pavel. For a month, Anna had kept her secret to herself, until she could no longer take the guilt and pain of lying to mother. She did not dare tell her father, or he would kick her out of the house before she even had the baby. Anna knew that her mother would take the news a little better and help her through the next eight months or so. So, she waited a week, building up her courage to talk to her mother about the incident. When the moment finally came, she told herself that it only for the best, and let everything out. She told her mother about the party, and about what happened. She told her about the baby she was expecting, and that she needed so much help. For a long time, Anna's mother did nothing about it. She did not mention it, talk about it, or anything. However, when the months until delivery were getting closer, she began talking with Anna about the whole incident. At first, she told Anna how angry she was, and how disappointed she was about her daughter being so irresponsible. In the end, though, she promised to help Anna with the baby.
Not.
By the time Alina Pavlovna Tkacheva was born, on October 7th, 1994, Anna had already given up her parental rights over her. Her mother did not help her, like she promised. She did not even buy the basic necessities for the baby, like food, water, and clothing. Instead, she (against her own will, though), gave Anna two options: If she would keep the baby, she would be kicked out of the house and forced to care for it on her own, or two, give it up and not have to deal with it. Her father had found out somehow, and he made sure that Anna had the two worst options to chose from.
It was a hard choice, but Anna decided to give Alina away.
It was only best for the baby.
Alina was placed in an orphanage all the way up in Moscow. For three years, Alina lived a very simple life. There wasn't much money, so there was not much food or good clothing. But Alina was too young to fully understand what was going on. She merely lived there with other little boys and girls. Three years after her arrival, though, a wealthy French couple came in search of a little girl. Somehow, in the end, they picked Alina. "What a beautiful child," the woman said as she, the man, and Alina were in their "bonding" time. She did not know what they were saying, since they spoke French, and she had always heard Russian. She had no clue as to what was going on at all. She was clueless that Aurelie and Jacques Lefevre were going to be her new parents...
Current Life: Twelve years after leaving from Russia, Alina has been living in Paris, France. She has an older sister, Jolie, who is 18 years old. She had silky blond hair, blue eyes, and perfect skin. Just like her mother. She was a little more obedient and willing to her parents' diets and clothing choices for her and Alina. She is currently in her 4th year at Beauxbatons. Her parents both work in the fashion industry. Her mother works as an editor and designer, working with the biggest names of fashion: Christian Dior, Gucci, Chanel, Dolce&Gabbana, Balenciaga, ... Her father works as a men's model for Burberry.
Personality: Though Alina has been growing up in a strict household that focused more on appearance than personality, Alina was a very thoughtful girl. She liked to think a lot. What would my life have been like if my mother had kept me? Do I have any other siblings? What is Russia really like? Will I ever go back? Will I ever see her again? Those were just a handful of all the questions that Alina thinks about at night, and records in her diary. She learned Russian when she was seven years old, which has really helped her keep secrets from her parents. She couldn't let them know how much she hated living in France. How much she hated them for taking her. She would rather be living in a poor orphanage, with little money and worn clothing than live in Paris. She would rather not eat at- oh, wait. Alina doesn't eat much now anyway.
Alina was quite sensitive, also. Not like her sister, where if someone commented that her shirt had a stain on it, or if she broke a nail, no... She was sensitive about people mentioning that she looked nothing like Aurelie and Jacques. How she wasn't like Jolie, who was so perfect. How she never looked happy or excited when she got a new pair of $375 Prada sunglasses. When people made reference to her differences from her French family, she had to just leave, and hope not to cry. When she was alone, she liked to sing, write poetry, or just walk. It helped clear her mind.
Alina was also very curious. Aurelie would scold Alina for getting into trouble when she was younger. She doesn't get into trouble now, but she is currently researching more about her Russian family through the Internet. She has been finding more and more information, and she hoped that, by the time she had graduated from Beauxbatons, she could leave France and find her parents. On a regular basis, she was friendly, kind, quiet, and liked to smile. She likes to write, look at stars, and smell perfumes.
Night was Alina's favorite time of the day. She loved astronomy and looking at all the stars and the moon. She liked to imagine that she could see her mother in the stars, like a big connect-the-dots. It gave her a chance to feel truly happy and free; free to do whatever she wanted. Everything felt better at night, and for 10 hours each day, she could feel like a "normal" girl..
Sample Role Play: "Alina, turn around so I can do your makeup," Jolie, Alina's older sister said as they sat in her bathroom. Today, Aurelie (Alina's mother) and her friend, Anne-Marie Pelletier, were doing a photo shoot of Alina. The photos would be sent to Chanel, and they were both hoping that they would accept Alina to be a model for their clothing. She was tall enough, thin enough, and, with makeup, looked old enough to model for them. Alina secretly dreaded the whole event, and hoped that the photos would be lost in the mail, or better, burned or destroyed in some way, shape, or form. As Jolie carefully selected makeup from Lancome, L'Oreal, and MAC, Alina quietly hummed a tune that she had heard on the television a few days ago. "Close your eyes, Alina," Jolie said as she held pallet in her hands. Alina sighed, and did as she was told. Over the years, she learned to just do as she was told, and everything would be all right. It took a little over an hour for Jolie to do all of Alina's makeup. When she was finally done, she held up a mirror for Alina to see herself. When she did, she forced a smile. "It's beautiful," I said, sucking up to my sister's work. She smiled sweetly, and said, "Thank you. Go to Mother's room so she can chose some clothes for you. By the way, have you seen my brown dress anywhere? The Marc Jacobs one?" I shook my head, and replied, "Sorry, I haven't. Check in the basement, though," I replied softly. "OK, thank you." And she left. I sighed, and slowly got up and walked to my mother's room..
"Ah, she looks like a doll," Anne-Maria, my mother's friend, exclaimed as I exited the dressing room to reveal my mother's outfit for me. It was a navy blue clothing set. It had a navy skirt with a gold buckle on the side, and a cropped navy jacket with golden buttons. I smiled weakly as Anne-Marie walked over and fixed my hair a little. "How many pictures do you have so far?" Mother asked as she too, walked over to me. "Four or five," she replied casually. "We need around ten for them to choose from," Anne-Marie said as she picked up her camera. "Them", as in the people who worked for Chanel, and would decide whether or not to accept her as a model..
About half an hour later, they were finished with her photo shoot. She felt so relieved when it was over, since she could not stand wearing the stupid little outfit anymore. This wasn't one of her normal days, but it was close to it. Every day, the same amount of food, the same amount of time getting ready (usually an hour...?), the same this, the same that.. Alina wanted something different! All she wanted was one day, where she could eat anything she wanted, anytime she wanted! She wanted a day where she could say, "I hate this stupid Gucci bag! It's a waste of, what, $250?" And wear casual, comfortable clothing of her preference. All she wanted was one day where she could be herself, and not be someone that people want her to be...

[davidlee21]

First Name David
Last Namefrontera
Age20
Appearance David has Dark brown Buzzed hair, dark blue eyes that shine in the sun, an round shaped face, and a few cuts and scars from childhood.
History: like my history i don't talk about it
Personality: David's Like, one minute he's sweet and loving. Then, the second minute he's annoying and hyper. People say Davids like a tall pixie fairy.
Likes: David Likes his dog Sassy, music, dancing, singing, getting into people's business, and people who tell little kids that they can be whatever they want to be.
Dislikes: David dislikes people who are tattle tales
Family: *mother Dawn Lynn Yeomans* *father*Jeffery Lee Frontera
Sample RP: I'm all new to the role play

I am very sorry to hear that you are new into role-playing but our rules state that you have to provide us with a RP sample, I'm sure there are plenty of tutorials all over the internet. Secondly, your display name has to match the one in your application and you have to expand each section of your application.