Sorting (Term Fifteen)

[holly humphrey]

name:
holly tallulah humphrey

age:
eighteen

apperance:


history:
Daniella Taylorsmith was queen bee of Beauxbatons, since the moment she stepped through the front entrance. With her piercing blue eyes, platinum blonde hair and pale white skin she was destined for popularity. She had many admirers, but had no hint of veela blood in her. People said it must have been her charming persona and beautiful features. At the end of her third year she caught the eye of a young fourth year student named, Charles Humphrey. They had an on and off relationship until Daniella’s fifth year, he proposed it her. She immediately said yes, however they kept the proposal a secret.

Charles graduated and Daniella left Beauxbatons at the same time, as she was already four months pregnant. They moved to New York and bought an apartment overlooking central park. The Humphrey family were very wealthy, and could afford the luxuries of life. They promised to marry after the birth of their child. On September 19th Daniella had terrible cramping; she went to the hospital and was told that they had miscarried.

A year later they married in central park. They had plans to try for a baby, even though they were still pained from the miscarriage. Daniella found out she was pregnant a week after their wedding. The nine months flew by and on July 8th she went into labour. At the hospital she gave birth to a stunning baby girl, but their happiness only lasted for about a minute. Daniella had died given birth to the baby. Charles was heartbroken. He named the baby Holly, a name Daniella had chosen. Charles couldn’t bear the idea that she was dead and put her into adoption straight away.

Holly Humphrey was in a foster home til the age of four, when she was adopted by a wealthy family. Holly was a spoilt child and she was the only child of Mr and Mrs Banks. Though she was never told what her last name was, as Charles Humphrey had wished. The Banks had no idea either that Holly was a witch, neither did Holly herself. She did weird things though, like appear out of thin air and find missing objects. When she started school she was loved by all her class mates. She was the queen bee of primary school and she loved it. People admired her beautifulness and her designer clothing. She graduated primary school and then joined the most prestigious high school in New York.

Once again she was loved by everyone and had admirers. She was queen bee again and she loved having that title even more. There was one girl who disliked her very much. Her name was Charlotte Humphrey. Holly had no idea that this girl was her step sister. Charlotte made a lot of rumours about Holly. Holly was raised to please people but she knew she couldn’t just leave this girl spreading rumours about her. At the age of fifteen, she decided to face her for the first time. The face off eventually turned into a fight, and they got caught by the principal. Both of the girls had to have a meeting with the principals, their parents were present.

That’s when Charles saw his forgotten daughter. He knew it was her, her looks were exactly like Daniella’s and her name was Holly. Mr and Mrs Banks didn’t know that Charlotte’s father was Holly’s. Mr and Mrs Banks were not impressed with Holly and told the principal that she was going back into foster care. Holly couldn’t believe that her parents would do such a thing. Charles felt sorry for Holly, so he decided he should announce the fact that Holly was her daughter. Everyone was shocked; Charlotte laughed, Holly looked at him in disbelief, the Banks were silent and the principal was frowning. He told everyone the story of his life with Daniella minus the wizardry part. He said that Holly could live with her father, her step mother and her step sister. The Banks believed him and packed up all of Holly’s things and sent them to his house. Holly semi believed but wanted a DNA test to prove the truth. The DNA test came back positive and Holly moved in with her father. Charlotte and her mother moved out as they could not believe they had been lied too.

Holly was at first scared at the idea that she was a witch. Her father told her as soon as possible. She told him about magical stuff that she did and that she didn’t know how it happened. She left her school and her father taught her the basic of wizardry. He also taught her what school she would be going too; at first she thought he was a bit mad. But she changed her mind as soon as she received her letter to go to Beauxbatons.

personality:
sweet: Holly can be sweet when she wants to be and can also be a bit mean at times. Holly is a nice and caring person but when someone pisses her off, it is a fight til the last girl is standing. She cannot stand the idea of someone ruining her social life, that she has made for herself. She tries her hardest to be nice to others but sometimes she comes across rude and stuck up.

naive: Holly is naive at times as her life is very unexperienced. She hasn’t done alot of things and lacks the experience that most people her age have been through. She gets into weird situations that you would never believe she would of gotten into and always gets out of them quickly.

troublemaker: Holly is a serious troublemaker and can get into serious trouble for her mistakes. She doesn’t matter what the consequences are her life is trouble and misleading. She gets pressured into doing things easily and this makes her stay queen bee of the social sphere. She doesn’t care if ‘nerds’ think she is a tryhard as she knows she would rather die then be in their place.

wild: Holly loves partying and loves the idea of having fun. If partying was a subject she would get A++++ as she parties 24/7. To her life is one big party and she wants herself to be the centre of attention. She would do anything to get herself invited to the best parties and in one case she did a photo shoot just in her underwear.

stylish: Holly loves her clothes and likes to be the newest person to try out the trends. If her nana knitted her a sweater she wouldn’t wear it at all as she knows it would be ‘social suicide’ to the max. She loves to make clothing and wishes to do something with fashion when she is older.


sample rp:
Her eyes opened wide as she realised what day it was. She got out of her bed and went into her walk in wardrobe to choose something to wear. She finally decided on a grey high waisted mini shorts with suspenders, oversize stripe black t-shirt, and black strap heels. She went over to look in the mirror and saw a tall girl looking back at her.
“Holly Humphrey, I am Holly Humphrey” the girl murmured to herself. Her hair was long and the colour of platinum blonde. Her eyes were sparkling blue and her pale. She went into her ensuite bathroom and put on her mountains of makeup. She went into the kitchen and saw her father there munching on some toast.
“Today’s the day, Hols” he smiled. Holly rolled her eyes and grabbed a muesli bar.
“You can’t just eat that!” her father exclaimed.
“Dad just shut up, please?!” Holly moaned.
“Well hunny, you are skinny as already you need more fat”
“And then get fat? I don’t think so!”

The car ride was slow, never ending. Holly stared out the window and watched central park zoom past. She was going to miss New York. She had been to France only once when she went to the Paris fashion show. Her father’s girlfriend then was a retired model and always went to all the shows. They drove down Holly’s favourite street in New York, the street full of fashion designer shops and the cafe that she used to go to after school. After school, when she didn’t know what she was or who she was. That’s when her father found her. When she got into a fight with his step daughter, she laughed the memory away.
“Hunny you okay?” her father asked, keeping his eyes on the road.
“Yes Dad I am fine. You worry to much” she smiled.
“You sure?”
“I am Queen Bee, obviously I am fine”

Every student stared at her as she walked into the hall. Her black Chanel bag in her hand, and black aviator sunnies in the other. The hall was large and spread out all the students were chatting to one another, meeting and greeting. Holly felt alone, isolated. If she wanted to be Queen Bee she had to cause a scene so that everyone could notice her. She got her black touch phone out of her bag and activated the fake call. The sound of Lady Gaga filled the room, everyone was silent and staring at Holly. She put the phone to her ear and started her dramatic scene.
“Hello? Hey! Yes, I am all safe and sound. I cannot believe I am in France again! I miss New York already. Yes, I know! I can’t believe that I am going to miss New York fashion week. Very devastated. I bet everyone is missing Queen Bee! They are? Aww, how cute! I miss my fellow wealthy New Yorkers too. Wait I have to go. Au revoir as they say here! Yes, bye xoxo” Holly yelled. She placed her phone back into her bag and saw the weird expressions on everyone faces.
“Crap! I broke a nail, where is the nearest manicurist?” Holly finished with, she smiled broadly. Beauxbatons, say hello to Queen Bee.

I'm thinking Sournois for you!

[nausica]

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_{FULL NAME & MEANING}:
^{Her full name is Nausica Muse Milthorpe. Even though she's Indian, her name's origin isn't from India. It's actually Greek and from the famous Greek mythological characters from those famous/infamous myths you hear. Her mom was a Greek mythology professor in Bombay, India, so one of her favorite myths to teach was about Odyssey, which was a poem written by Homer about a chivalrous hero. And Nausica's mom found the name 'Nausica' in the story, and in the Odyssey the princess named Nausica was kind and loving towards Odysseus when she found him shipwrecked. But the name actually means 'burner of ships' even though Nausica, the princess, actually helped Odysseus after he was shipwrecked. Nausica's parents were, as you can tell, Greek buffs, which explains why her middle name, Muse, is also Greek. Muse was one of the nine daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne. So in all, Nausica's full name is pretty powerful and royal. Not to mention how ironic it is that Nausica's real family is of royalty as well (but that will be explained later). Her last name though, is Milthorpe, and of course came from her father's side. So basically her full name has a unique sounding and look to it. Its definitely a name where someone would go either 'huh? that's a name?' or 'wow! that's such a pretty name', which was kinda what Nausica's parents were aiming for. And Nausica herself even loves her own name since nobody else she knows has it. Also she loves the usual amusing nicknames she gets which are: nausie, sicaa, muse, & milly.}
_{AGE & BIRTHPLACE}:
^{Nausica is seventeen and was born on July 1_st, 1993 in Mumbai, India.}
_{APPEARANCE & ETC.}:

^height

[/font] 5 feet 9 inches
weight[/font] 125 pounds
eye color[/font] greenish-gray
hair color[/font] reddish brown with dirty blonde high lights
build[/font] lithe and athletic[/sup]
[/size]_{FAMILY & HISTORY}:
<sup>(the history of Elephanta Island is true, except for the parts about the Milthorpe family c:)
Nausica Muse Milthorpe was born to royalty in Mumbai, India, in Elephanta Island (aka Gharapuri Island or place of caves & is a real place). Elephanta Island is a small island which The Milthorpe Family governs from generations to generations. It was named Elephanta Island by the Portuguese explorers in the 17th century, because near the entrance they spotted a 'monolithic basalt sculpture' of an elephant. That sculpture belonged to the Milthorpe family since before the 17th century. It was a prized sculpture which was built and carved in honor of the Milthorpe's deceased pet elephant, Kismat. The Milthorpe family protested to not have the Portuguese explorers take their most prized possession to their homeland. But they insisted and mounted the huge elephant sculpture with heavy chains, and started to drag it out of the island's white sand where it was planted. As they dragged it out to the ocean, the chains failed to hold on long enough, and instead dropped the whole sculpture into the ocean. The Milthorpe family were calming and peace-makers, so they did not rage war on the Portuguese for dropping the last sculpture they were able to afford. Instead, the Milthorpe family traded a few of the Portuguese's riches of food, fabrics, and galleons; and gave them most of their gold. The Milthorpe family became poor as well as their Island. Yes the food, fabrics, and galleons did help them for the most part, but we ran out of money and trade since most of the traders would come to the island, instead of the island's traders going out into the ocean to other countries. Though the Milthorpe Royalty was strong and so the family's men and other islander's men went out to sail and trade to other countries for a year. They came back after their wrangling journey, with riches of gold, fruits, and galleons of galleons. Elephanta Island and all the citizen's were rich and posperous again. Now a new generation of Milthorpe's are taking over Elephanta Island, with new problems. Ishika (neé Bhopal) Milthorpe is the queen of the island, ever since her father died and she had married a prince, Benvolio Milthorpe. Both Benvolio and Ishika are the king and queen of Elephanta Island, and have a secret - that they are pure-blood wizards. Ever since the 17th century where the Milthorpe family married into a royal wizarding family, have each generation been of witches and wizards, and ever since have been kept a family secret from the muggle islanders. To keep the family secret so tight and low key, the Milthorpe's always married wizarding families who were also well known and royal; so they never let in a muggle who would be in awe by the wizardry in the family and accidentally or on purpose speak of their secret.

Nausica was growing up, and on her eleventh birthday her full magical powers came in. It was permitted for wizarding kids who reach the age of eleven on their birthday, get an invitation to study abroad or in your own country, at a wizarding academy. Even though Nausica was a princess of a small island in Mumbai, it was still mandatory for her to attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic so she could master in her magic. Nausica wanted to go to Beauxbatons just to get away from proper-ness and mess of the island and the Milthorpe Royalty. Some people liked the Milthorpe in power and some didn't. What was also hard, was for Nausica to hide her magic and not use it in public, since the easy way out for her was to use magic. So in all, Nausica wanted to get away from her overprotective parents and start using magic on her own whenever she wanted, and to get away from her new adopted brother. Isaiah Milthorpe, a year younger than Nausica, was the opposite of her. He was sincere, kind, gullible, and loved to be the mysterious type. Nausica knew nothing of him, only that her parents adopted him because he was in a bad shape: with no money, dirt poor, no family, drinking, lung/breathing problems, etc. and Nausica's parents didn't want any of their islanders to be at risk. So they simply adopted him, also thinking it would surprise Nausica happily because she finally has a sibling, a brother, even though she never wished or begged for a sibling. Though, there was a discrepancy since Isaiah was and is a muggle. Never, since more than two hundred years, has the Milthorpe family welcome muggles into their household to live in. You'd think its prejudice and all, but its just for the safety of their family and royalty. Isaiah and Nausica grew up to be teenagers. Nausica still dreading not being able to go to Beauxbatons only because of her princess responsibilities, and to get away from Isaiah's temptations. Nausica being sixteen now was depressed. She felt that her life was robotic and everything was planned out for her, when she really wanted to live life to the fullest. She never had a boyfriend, never even loved someone, and most of her friends were royal and stuck up snooty. Isaiah was very close to Nausica, and they were inseparable. At first, Nausica hated having Isaiah there. He was so good and polite to everything and everyone, that Nausica felt she wasn't appreciated enough by her parents. But then she realized Isaiah's heart conditions and how kind hearted he was. Though, there was still something about Isaiah that was off. First off he's a muggle, and everyone knew that, but he was also seducing Nausica by flirting with her intimately non-stop, when you touch him his skin is burning hot, he has a lot of mood swings, and every night he would walk outside into the jungle. Nausica knew who he was, and he wasn't a muggle. He was a werewolf.

Nausica wasn't the type who wanted to single anyone out just cause of their heritage. And besides, she was always for going against her parents or the traditional styling of ways. That was also because of how she felt about Isaiah, since she was older and was her own person now. But things got too far. After Nausica proved to Isaiah that he was a werewolf and that she knew he was, Isaiah was much happy of this because of his plan. He secretly loved Nausica and was addicted to her. That was why he was so stalkerish to her, and Nausica knew of it by his body language. It was so obvious. Nausica's parents both also had suspicions of Isaiah and her. That they soon found out Isaiah's secret, and that he was a werewolf. Nausica hated how her parents got all haywire and defensive to Isaiah, that she spoke out a semi-lie saying she loved him and not like a brother, like a lover. Of course her parents were in rage and discomfort to the whole situation, and expected more from Nausica. But that was just it. She hated how they expected more from her like she was programmed to be proper and not a regular human being, as if she didn't make mistakes. But she knew that liking Isaiah is not a mistake...but what she did to release her anger was. Out of anger from her parents, and because she wanted to just release her emotions that she is a human and make mistakes and isn't proper...so she hooked up with Isaiah. It wasn't a surprise to her, and Isaiah. Actually he fell more in love with her because of it all, and how he lost his innocence to the one whom he loved the most. But Nausica, deep inside, regrets the whole thing, but overall has a bit of mixed feelings of Isaiah. Just to Nausica's parent's comfort for her sake, they banned Isaiah from their family and Elephanta Island, and banned him from seeing Nausica, ever again. And to make sure they'll never bump heads, her parent's sent her to Beauxbatons Academy, finally. Isaiah, on the other hand, also fled there, his former parents not knowing. Still Nausica and Isaiah's secret of them hooking up, remains a secret from the Milthorpe's. For now, of course.</sup>
_PERSONALITY:
<sup>Nausica is a wild princess to be exact. She's the type who would do the opposite and is definitely not the stereotypical type. Like most people think the number thirteen is bad luck, specially on Friday's. But Nausica only thinks of that number as misunderstood, and actually thinks of it as just a number to look upon. Her attitude is mostly like '...who knows? the number thirteen might just be one of your lucky numbers on your fortune cookie today!'. Another thing is, that since she's a 'princess' and all, she's supposed to be 'proper' and like the 'respectful princes'. Nausica, though, is just the opposite. She'd bring home a guy that'll most likely disgrace the family, but never disrespect her parents since she wouldn't stand for it. A guy like Isaiah, the non-accepting one and the one who gets banned from an island, or beat up by the daughter's dad because he's a 'bad boy' or just different. Those are the guys Nausica's most likely to end up with...well according to her she is. Her flirtatious side is well easy to see. You might think she's flirting with a guy, but its just that she's good at it. And at other times Nausica could actually mean it when flirting with a guy, but then when she does, its harder to express her flirtatious feelings. With Isaiah, well everything was slowly from hate, and grew into love. And she will keep her word in a relationship, as she always imagined she would, but Nausica is definitely not the monogamous-type. In some situations she's too caring to call out someone in a relationship. That's probably the only time she's mostly quiet about the other person, is when she's in a love-relationship with them. Even though Nausica's relationship and thoughts on Isaiah is love/hate, she still has a soft spot for him because of all he went through, and just the type of genuine but mysteriously-dangerous guy he is. Despite her 'wild' and 'disrespectful side', Nausica's pretty spiritual. And not like praising God every time she gets, or being all fang-shei and precise with everything.

Her gypsy-like behavior is actually because of how she grew up on an island, and love nature, and incense, etc. She also has an interest in Divination and Mythology (since the interest in greek myths runs in her family). Nausica believes in being free-spirited and just her own person, which is also the reason of her being a fierce girl, with her own blunt opinions. One of her most annoying traits is actually being this blunt and fierce person. She's not fierce like being tough and bully-like. Its just that she's not the meanest person or tough at all, but when she wants to be mad she can and chances are she will be...well fierce. She loves to get her point across and is very obstinate that once you get on her nerves, she can be relentless and usually blurts out her feelings. Her spontaneous side is being really outgoing and its something that makes life a little fun for her. She'd probably sound and come off as insulting when she's making a joke, but its just that you have to understand her type of humor. It would either make you love her or hate her. Nausica, though, isn't always confident. She might come off as strong, but is emotionally strong. Her feelings will and mostly gets the best of her in certain situations, where she'd break down. Its something that she can't and won't hide, its like her emotionally-honest side. Like when a romance movie is on and the part where the guy and girl finally finds each other after a year of trying to find each other, and they have their first kiss in a long time; Nausica would most likely cry tears of joy. Or when you piss her off, she'd get super angry and speak her mind to you. And what gets her crying tears of sadness is just anything that makes her sad. To a animal getting killed for food (she's a vegetarian), to a person speaking their heart out. When it comes to a person speaking their heart out, Nausica is very loyal, but gets her opinions always in the mix, that her loyalty might come off as insulting. But that's only for people who don't understand her loyal ways.

Overall Nausica's: wild, obstinate, spontaneous, humorous, disrespectful, gypsy-like, free-spirited, loyal, fierce, blunt, non-stereotypical, a vegetarian, emotional, and just different.</sup>
_{ROLEPLAY SAMPLE}:
<sup>A sweaty feeling formed on the creases of Nausica's forehead. Her head heavy and her arms fell tired and screaming for a break. She touched her head with her whole hand; cold palm releasing all the heat and discomfort of the sweat. Nausica wanted to make sure no one would come across her working out in her bedroom. She felt a little embarrassed to be seen, sweat dripping, hair twirled into different ways all scrunched, and her looking helpless. Though she knew that there was Isaiah, who loved and was drawn to her beauty even if there was mud smothered on her face, and even like this, all sweats. Nausica found Isaiah impossible to get off her back, and impossible to just say that she didn't love him like that. Or did she? All Nausica had ever felt for him was in a sisterly way, and never anything more. Isaiah isn't her real brother anyways, or she would've hated him, and then spontaneously love him again, in a brotherly-sisterly way. But he was more than that, or less, however you interpret it. Nausica's feelings about Isaiah were mixed and messed. Fortunately for her, it wasn't mixed feelings from both sides, just her. Isaiah felt very confident and obvious of his love and admiration for Nausica. Which would usually put her in a discomforting position, like whether or not she should follow his flirtatious ways, and be flirtatious back, which she usually was without even meaning to sometimes. It was just the point that Nausica did love him, but not in a sisterly way, in a lover way. Thinking that Isaiah wasn't there, nor was anyone else, Nausica started on her daily round of thirty-forty jumping-jacks. But of course she would cheat herself and only do a few of twenty-five jumping-jacks. Forgetting to close her door and blasting up the music to get her adrenaline started, Isaiah crossed her room and backed up to peer in.

He eyed Nausica jumping up and down, arms wide-spread and swinging rhythmically up and down along with her legs, which were jumping in and out, left and right, heavy breaths at each jump she took. Nausica still had no clue he was peeping through a crack of her door, and staring at her. She relaxed her muscles and body and plopped herself on the bed, after the twenty-thirty jumping-jacks she did. One last big breath was left and she jumped up from her lying position and to her private bathroom. Isaiah was still peering and pushed the door open a little more to see if Nausica was still there, but she wasn't. So now fully opening the door wider, Isaiah walked into Nausica's bedroom, touching and examining her belongings. Meanwhile, Nausica was just washing away the bagging sweat and fixing her hair and changing into more comfortable and clean clothing. Walking out of the bathroom unalarming, Isaiah looked up with his eyes wide just staring at Nausica's sudden appearance. He whispered to himself 'uhm. uhmm...', not knowing what to say. All Nausica did was smile warmly, with her eyebrow arched and her arms crossed, almost as if she was a mother about to scold her son.

Nausica simply walked towards Isaiah and just started to laugh a little giggle. She felt that it was cute how Isaiah was stalking her every move, but she also felt a bit embarrassed because he had to see her sweat and in her worst state, well to her she thinks its her worse. Though Isaiah was different, because once he likes a girl for her beauty, that no matter how different she looks when and where and how, he'd still have the same feelings. "So Isaiah, did you learn anything from my workout of thirty jumping-jacks?" Nausica said with a little smile and looking straight into his eyes. But she knew she was kidding herself about the thirty jumping-jacks. It was definitely under thirty; more like twenty or not even. "Thirty? I counted like...five," Isaiah said jokingly with a chuckle. Nausica face expression changed into a little confusion, as her arms spread out ready to give a little nudge to Isaiah. "Hahaa, shutup! I did at least twenty. And hey, you shouldn't be talking, you need to do at least five," Nausica said having her share of laughter and insult. Isaiah laughed with a heavy 'Ha Ha Haa', and turned around and walked out of Nausica's room. Nausica pulled Isaiah back and he stopped. She just stared at his greenish/brownish eyes that were sparkling with the sunlight, his pouty lips that give a little cute crease at the corners whenever he moves it, and she scanned his body which was fit with a few muscles. She admit she...loved him and his personality. Nausica pulled herself closer to the cheek of Isaiah's sharp face, and near his lips but not quite on it, she gave him a french kiss. Isaiah froze unexpected. Now Nausica knows quite well of her feelings for Isaiah. But everything was so quick with it all and so confusing because he is her 'brother'. Though, to her, he wasn't a brother since he was adopted and all, and Nausica would never date or kiss her real brother. Ew. Isaiah, though, was different, he wasn't related to her in any way through blood, only through emotions and love.

{o.o.c.: donee. i just reposted so you would see my post. c:}</sup>

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[aliceswann]

FIRST NAME: Alice Sophia.
LAST NAME: Swann.
AGE: Fifteen.

APPEARANCE:

PERSONALITY:

Glimpses/flashes/shots. Kaleidoscopic. That’s how she likes to live. Can you tell? Brushes and movements. Large open eyes, small parted mouth, smiles and mouth quirks and all this appreciation and reflection for and of everything. Number two, twice/thrice/multiple, clumsy. It’s kaleidoscopic and it’s full of bangs and flashes and shots and glimpses.

She likes things like the number two, though it never did anything for her. Twice/thrice/multiples, they skim her, brush past because revisiting could become so boring for her sometimes. She has these large, wide, shining eyes, and they seem to reflect everything they see with twice/thrice/multiple times the brightness. She likes to hold things, sometimes softly sometimes quickly, and she likes to feel everything, and she’s nimble and quick so people wonder if she trips a lot and says clumsy words and has a head that spins too much for her to control. She has her tells, you know, like everyone has tells, like how her bouncing legs reveal a little of her tendency for movement, how her large wide eyes say something of curiosity.

Alice, she’s a little bit kaleidoscopic. She likes the nonsensical and the things that just are, because they just are and she appreciates those simple explanations. Alice, she’s sharp, she understands, things can seep into her and she’ll understand—but she has ways when things look sharpened and clearer, and when she’s shifting things and going through them, rearranging and following kinetically, that’s when she can start to understand things better. She loves rearranging things. Alice, she’s a firm believer of the old trick—that to best understand something, the best thing to do is to scramble it all up first, and then maybe scramble it a couple more times, and then maybe maybe put it back as it was. She likes the ideas of it too; changing things feels natural to her, and she’s not entirely comfortable with letting everything sit and fester for too long. All the rearranging—it’s not some urge in her that she loves to indulge; it’s a method.

She’s a bit of a quick one. She appreciates movement, the thought of going somewhere, the things that occupy people. She’s fleeting, because she caters to so much in and around her. Everything she feels, what she’s thinking, how she is, it’s not restrained—those around her generally have an easy time telling because she doesn’t monitor her expressions. And all of it, the changing, the disregard for the show of consistency, it makes her seem so fast and fleeting. Alice, she’s not someone bent on being unharnessed, not like that. She just is, and what she is is a little bit distracted, a little bit fast moving, a little quick to say and act and feel and all else. She has a lot in her, a lot of things bumping into each other and colliding and moving, and so she likes to have release for them, and the release comes in ways that makes her a little bit bolder and a little bit less confined. And yes, there is a little bit of rashness in it (just a little bit) but we’ll call it being bold, and there’s some distraction involved and diversions, and yes, there are some problems sometimes but we’ll call them quirks to the quality or something to enjoy that gives a little more balance.

But even with all this moving and fastness, the flightiness, she has a handle on her balance. She has equilibrium, a balance of her feet, predicated on her allowing every part of herself/others/whatever is around her. She has light feet, but they land on place and stabilize fast. She’s allowing, Alice. Being so wholly unguarded, it provokes the same reaction to her, and she’s good about it, she’ll let things be. And she’s not passive, she’d never be passive (there’s too much going inside to be passive), and she’s so bad at adjusting sometimes—but that’s all fine because it’s hard for her to know when to adjust something. (She even lets the world be a little, but that doesn’t for a second mean she wouldn’t run to try and twist the world the other way.)

And god, she is a child. You see it in the way she doesn’t seem to apologize for anything, there’s no shame or guilt or heaviness in her laugh, the way she talks to people or whatever she does. She’s light-hearted almost, the way she can flit from one thing to another, the way she can move so quickly. And the moment she does something wrong, when she overestimates how far she can go or creates those trip lines while she’s running, the sorry’s all spill out of her mouth so easily, and so earnestly. Maybe, it’s another present thing, people say, and it could be. She’s invested in her moments, every one of them, and she forgets so quickly how one can affect the other. (And her hindsight and foresight can both be a bit blurry until someone makes her sharpen it while standing still.) But that’s alright, isn’t it? That’s alright.

Things, they seem all right to her. (And she understands it best in glimpses and shots and flashes and bangs.)

HISTORY:

Her father has models of constellations and large, large globes and he plays with them in his room and likes to align the sky to the ground, and he’ll make sure the stars are positioned where they should be, on top of where they ought to be. He’s the scholarly type, but he allows Alice to loosen his tie. He’s a father, too, he reminds himself, though he forgets some days and he lets go of her hand in swarming streets, and he doesn’t lock the doors when he leaves the house. Ada’s an artist though, she sings and she watches and she moves gracefully. She’s good at finding things and putting things away and she knows almost every way there is to travel. She paints sometimes, and she wears an apron when she does so she doesn’t wear the apron while cooking. She smiles easily and she relaxes people and when Harry takes Alice outside to lay on the grass and stare at the stars, Ada remembers to charm a cover, and she watches Alice’s face when the raindrops slide over the invisible glass dome that circles the three of them.

*.*.*

When Alice goes to school, she causes trouble. She gets excited and she jumps and she stays higher in the air than natural. The children, they’re young, and they don’t understand it, but the teacher, she’s old, and she can’t understand it, so the parents take her out of school and her father teachers her at home instead. He’s good at teaching, and he spends less time with his stars and globes now. He talks nicely and she likes the sound of his voice so she listens to what he says. But Alice gets lonely because his voice can’t do everything some days, or anything other days, and Ada walks her to the playground with the vaguely rusted swing set and a perpetually wet slide. Ada gets nervous in playgrounds, because kids can be cruel, and she counts under her breath to relax herself. The kids are still young, and they don’t remember why Alice is not in school anymore, and they don’t ask, but they remember that she’s a fast runner and a fair thrower, and before Ada counts to ten, there are running children, and all patterns and formations break and there are a dozen small bodies tracking down the fields.

And then, mother, father, daughter, wouldn’t be enough, they decide, and they send her back to school, and Alice grins at wary school teachers and she bounces to class, and she learns a little bit or regulation, but she doesn’t learn enough.

*.*.*

There’s a room full of windows and the glass is never cleaned. There are smudges and imprints and the other side of the panels have worn markings from the pecking and the time. Alice likes things that fall from the skies, especially if it’s clear, and sounds of rainstorms comfort her to sleep. Her room is dark, and she can’t see anything, not the bookcase against the wall or the designs on the ceiling that stretch like henna to the walls and the floor and up the bed frame, but she imagines it because it helps her sleep faster. She’s waken though, because Ada wants her to see, and Ada takes her hand and leads her to the room full of windows with Henry and they watch the pretty, clear stones fall from the sky and sprinkle high tones when they hit the ground. Some of the drops, they’re so large, and Alice thinks the ice is larger than her head, and she holds both hands on either side of her, but she stares anyway, and she’s never liked to stare more.

It’s scary. And she’ll grip the hands tightertighterandtighter, and they tell her it’s nice to feel fear sometimes.

*.*.*

When the train whistles, it’s in danger for a moment of being swallowed within the crowds and crowds of people, and Alice thinks this is alright. She’s a little scared, nervous maybe, but she’s felt like this before, and Merlin things have this habit of turning out all right, don’t they? But she still has a little bit of worry/fear/anxiety, but her mother tightens her grip on her hand again and says “if you’re worried, it’s alright, it’s an experience too”. And there is still worry in her because she doesn’t listen that well yet and she understands even less, but then the whistling reminds her again that there isn’t really enough time to feel nervous, so she says her goodbyei’llmissyou’s and she hops on the train with more of a smile than usual, and the nerves and everything trembling inside calm before they properly enter her.

And then when she sees them—the castle walls are so high, and the towers look like they were pulled from fables, and the teachers, she bets they won’t be so wary. There are more things to stare at here, and the ground feels sturdier to jump off of, and she thinks the adults won’t mind how high in the air she is, or maybe so long as there’s a broom underneath her. The ceiling in the Great Hall reminds her of her bedroom and her mother painting it and her father’s passion for it. There are more things to stare at here. (She likes this, she thinks. And she likes it.)

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Fleeting.

That’s what Alice was. She was fleeting. It wasn’t a strict quality that was bound to her bones, intertwined with her feelings so far that consistency became a myth and reliability was torn to shreds. It was a behavioral pattern. It was really almost natural. It sounded misleading, like she was quicker than she ought to be, or like she left things aside faster than completely normal. But the ‘fleeting’ was just something that formed around her, not something that constructed a pathway. It trailed after her actions with an unaccustomed sort of slowness that wasn’t usual to the trait. (But Alice had tamed fleeting by nonchalantly gripping it—and letting it go and gripping it—and letting go, because her hand movements were just too fleeting to be escaped. And so she made it slow.)

But Alice didn’t refuse to hold on because she was afraid too—it was just because she often didn’t want to. And there, that was it, that was the story done and wrapped for Alice Swann. She didn’t want to. Well, if that wasn’t the deciding factor what else would be? But sometimes she needed to and when she needed to she might do it then—with some encouragement, because Alice liked that too.

See, Alice liked to embrace things. For as long as she feels like she should or ought to. For the purpose of nothing but it. Sometimes, it was for a longer time. Sometimes, it was more of the fleeting type.

But however lightly Alice took things, and despite her passion becoming somewhat muted in its common occurrence, sometimes, some things would just reach Alice and stop her motion and slow her time.

And god, if anyone could reach in, grab the clock shoved somewhere in her internals and pull it out and twist around the hands so painfully and awkwardly and destructively and shove it carelessly back inside so that the broken rhythm of the minute hand coincided with her heartbeat. And so sometimes, Alice’s heartbeat took longer to level out and stabilize, took longer to push out the erratic minute hand as the offbeat lead, and took control by itself. That took longer sometimes.

It was taking longer right now. So Alice embraced that too. She put fleeting down for a while, and she let it go, and picked up something a little bit longer.

When Alice entered the common room that night, it had been after much assurance that certain somebodies was not anywhere nearby. She had come in late, far later than most, and she had come in with a large amount of workload heaved over her shoulder. And the moment she came in, she had spotted her partner for the essay, and settled down beside him.

He was more patient. More indulgent. You had to be indulgent towards Alice a little bit sometimes, just enough so she doesn’t catch it, but enough to appease her all the same. He was indulgent. He listened when she bored with the work, and laughed when she told a joke in the middle of writing an essay. He would even participate sometimes. He was indulgent to her. In a sweet way.

So, hours later, the common room cleared for all except for two working students, Alice decided to allow him to indulge her again.

She drops her quill and gestures at the quill and parchment before her.

“Oi—look at this. I’ve ink on my shirt. Ink. It doesn’t wash off you know. And this is my favorite shirt.” The shirt was white, cotton, and a mandatory of the school dress code. And sure enough on the cuff of the sleeve, a large, black ink spot. She stared at him when she spoke. A habit of hers. Her countenance was charming in the way that it seemed so focused on him and him alone, like it was meant to provoke any sort of reply from him because it would be safe with the knowledge that some way or the other, she’d accept it. “I mean I thought to charm it away, but then I thought it might look artistic. You know. The post-modernist kind. Heard it’s achieved best on accident anyway.” She leaned back a bit, holding out her arm and staring at the cuff as if in consideration. She turned her head to look at her partner again. “What do you think? Should I send it the Louvre?”

Must be Cossu

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[schubert13]

First Name:megza
Last Name:schubert
Age:13
Appearance:i have blonde short curly hair. i am very petite and am part elf so i have big ears.also very cute.
History:she has a sister who is 10 and her mum is an elf and wizard but her dad is a full wizard so she is half elf half witch.she was born in 1997 always in the wizard world born at mungo hospital.is good friends with luna lovegood as she is crazy .

her family run a sweet shop in diagon alley . also it is very sucsessful and smooth running. my aunt write's the wisperer a famous newspaper in the wizard world.

Personality:i am very shy, crazy and mad but i am also very loving,caring and kind.people come to me to comfort them or just to have a good laugh.i am an all round good person. i am very dedicated too doing well at beauxbatons and love studying.

Sample RP: i am in a classroom studying herbology and i am the only one who can answer the questions. so i help everyone else understand what we have been doing.then they thank me but the teacher thinks i helped them cheat so she shouted at me and gave the whole class a detention.

i come at lunchtime for the detention and everyone is angry at me and is staring at me waiting for our teacher to come ainktiously . i just looked at my book and shoved it over my head.

[maggiethor]

First Name: Maggie

Last Name: Thor

Age: Twelve

Appearance:



History:

It was a late summer night when Maggie’s mother was attacked. Karen was eighteen, fresh out of school and ready to go off to university and start her life. She’d been partying with friends, and when getting some air outside, was snatched up. She was left in an alley, found by an old granny the next morning. Two months later she was still recovering from the trauma, struggling through the beginnings of her higher education, and pregnant with Maggie.

The next few months went by and the young mother dropped out of school and moved back in with her parents. She refused the idea of abortion, and couldn’t bare knowing she had a baby living with people she didn’t know, so adoption was also out. Nineteen years old, she brought Maggie Thor into the world. Once she was recovered from the birth she set out and got a job as a receptionist, and after about a year, Karen and Maggie moved into a small apartment, though the baby spent the majority of the day at her grandparents’ house while her mother worked.

The little girl was six when her mother started seriously dating. She met a man called Max, and on the outside he seemed like a perfectly nice guy. He was good with kids, which Karen loved since she didn’t have to worry about things being awkward between her boyfriend and daughter. He was also a bit rich, coming from old money. Both mother and daughter really liked him. But shortly after Maggie’s seventh birthday her view on the man changed.

Karen was very drunk, and had passed out in the living room during a family party. Maggie was in bed. Max came into her room, and began touching her. She didn’t know what to do, and pretended to be asleep, tossing and turning away from him. After what felt like a lifetime, he left. In the morning he showed no sign that he remembered what had happened, and so Maggie said nothing, and life continued as it had before, though Maggie a bit wearier of the man.

It happened again a few months later, late into the night. Once again, Maggie pretended to be asleep, and eventually he left. Once again, he didn’t act any differently in the morning, and Maggie tied to ignore what had happened. However, it was harder for her to feel comfortable around Max. She’d flinch every time he touched her, shying away from him. Karen was beyond confused; though Max reassured her it was simply that Maggie had grown a crush on him. Karen thought it was cute, and worried no more.

It happened again the next month, though this time Maggie didn’t pretend to sleep. She rolled over, looked him right in the eyes, and asked him what he was doing. He smiled, rising a finger to his lip to signal to stay quiet. She tried to squirm away, but he wouldn’t let her. She began panicking, wanting him off of her. And then suddenly, he was flying across the room, hitting a wall and sending items flying off of shelves and breaking upon impact on the floor.

Karen arrived in the room, wild eyed as she took in the scene before her. Maggie, lying in bed tears streaming down her eyes, clothes askew, Max sitting against the wall, stunned, and pieced everything together. Screaming, she began throwing things at him, calling him every name she could think of as he attempted to defend himself. Finally, he ran from the apartment, and Karen sat holding her daughter, crying and apologizing for hours on end, until they both fell asleep.

After that, Karen’s parents paid for therapy sessions for their granddaughter, determined to help her get over her new fear of men. There, the therapist told her to somehow get her feelings down on paper. Not even eight years old, she could hardly write, so instead she began drawing her feelings. Through therapy, she not only learned to cope with the emotional pain, but also discovered a deep love for art.

It was the summer after her eleventh birthday when Maggie learned she was a witch. It made sense, really, when Maggie thought about it. How else would Max have gone flying across the room? Karen didn’t have nearly enough money to send her daughter to a high class wizard’s school, however. So, once again, her parents chipped in, excited by the idea of having a witch in the family. Karen was skeptical, but after going shopping and finding all the magical things, she was convinced.

When seen it was required to acquire a pet, they went to one of the magical pet store and they were selling a little fox. Apparently, the entire litter had already been sold, save for that one little runt. He was too nasty, and would probably have to be put down. Hearing this, Maggie’s eyes got wide, and she exclaimed she wanted him. Karen was anything but pleased, but Maggie wouldn’t budge. Upon approaching the creature, it looked up at Maggie and easily accepted the hand that reached out to pet him. A strong bond formed in that moment, and it was obvious to everyone. The store owner gave them a discount for the “hopeless case” and the family went home, Maggie holding her little black fox curled up in her arms.

Personality:

Quiet – Maggie is a naturally quiet person. Being the daughter of a single, young mother, she always tried to keep herself out of trouble and out of the way. Also, after the trauma of her past, it made her far more quiet and careful around people she doesn’t know.

Observant – Again, due to her past, she is more observant of people she just met. She doesn’t want to get mixed into a crowd that could cause her harm. Also, being an artist, she naturally absorbs details around her quickly and easily, being able to pick out the beauty from any and everything.

Artistic – She loves art, whether it be making it or looking at it. When she does something, she always likes to add her own creative touch. So, her bedroom, clothes, and even homework assignments always have something a little extra.

Innocent – Her mother protected her as much as she could from most everything. Also being homeschooled for most of her life, she really hasn’t been exposed to too much of the world, or the people in it. She isn’t so naïve to think everyone is good, but she also doesn’t always expect the worse from everyone.

Clumsy – If there is something to trip over, even if it is only air, chances are Maggie will trip over it. Her sense of balance is completely off, so don’t be surprised if she seems to tip over when just standing there.

Zero Sense of Direction – You can give her a map, detailed directions, and a compass, but Maggie will still end up losing her way one way or another. If you want her to be somewhere, its better if you bring her there yourself. Otherwise, you can expect to be waiting around for her for at least an hour.

Animal Lover – If you’re an animal, Maggie will like you. Due to her quiet, soft nature about her, animals tend to be more open to the girl. Of course, if they happen to not like her, she’s more than happy to let them go on their way. But she tends to relate to animals far easier than humans.

Unlucky – Because of her klutzy, directionless nature, generally anything bad that can happen will. She almost always ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time, though perhaps she has a bit of luck, because someone almost always shows up to save her.

Sample RP:

Maggie walked down the street, frowning as brown eyes took in the area. Hmm, this couldn’t be right. She was sure her grandfather had mentioned something about some sort of green building... she didn’t see a single green building in sight. And really, how often did one see a green building, it wasn’t like she was going to miss it. Looking back down at the piece of paper with the directions, she tried to internally retrace her steps to see where she’d gone wrong. From what they said, she should have been on a North Street... looking up, she spotted a street sign. Elliot Avenue.

Great. I knew I should have just let Mum drive me... the teen mentally groaned.

Stuffing the piece of paper holding the directions into her pocket, the girl turned around and started in the direction she’d come, stumbling over a rise in the sidewalk. Arms flying out in an attempt to gain her balance, she felt a hand close around her arm, steadying her. Blinking, she brought her gaze to the figure who’d saved her from toppling forward.

“Whoa, careful there.” The man laughed, giving a friendly smile. He had multiple laugh lines and wrinkles, hair pure gray, and perched on his head was and bowler hat. A nice old man.

The girl laughed, brushing her light brown curls from her face, “Sorry, I’m kind of a klutz.”

He simply smiled, one of those old, friendly smiles, “No problem, young lady.” Dipping his hat, he turned and walked in the opposite direction. Maggie watched him leave, frown forming as she tried to riddle out something that was nagging at her. There was something about that man... but it didn’t matter, she decided. Shaking her head, she turned and began walking again, focusing her attention on puzzling out a way to the green building.

Interesting history! I'm thinking Cossu for you!

[alexisreeves]

FIRST NAME: Alexis Mackenzie.
SURNAME: Reeves.
AGE: Fifteen.

APPEARENCE:

PERSONALITY:

For whatever reason, Alexis has always possessed a certain trait that not many people have. Whether it's from her background, or it's just who she is, Alexis has always been somewhat of a social magnet. Her personality attracts people to her, which is probably a reason why she can make friends so easily. Of course, Alexis has always been a very social girl, so this trait works well for her. She has a certain innocence about her that people find refreshing, despite the fact that she hasn't had the best past. There's just something about her that people like, that make them want to get to know her more.

If there is one thing that you'll know from meeting Alexis - it's that she is most certainly not a coward. She is very brave, and if she believe in something, then she'll fight for it without doubt. Of course, this doesn't mean she doesn't ever get scared, but even so, she likes to think that even if something she feared the most was standing in her way, she would still do the right thing. That's another thing about Alexis - she is a very loyal person. If you are her friend, then there is a highly unlikely chance that she will ever turn on you. She values everyone's friendship, and doesn't plan on letting anyone down. However, she doesn't consider just everyone her friend. Alexis definitely isn't the most trusting person - especially after becoming a werewolf. She is very guarded about the people she trusts. She used to be much more trusting, but now she's much more cautious about the things she tells people. She has to know that they're loyal as well before she can trust them.

Despite the fact that her grades were merely average throughout her school years, Alexis is a very smart girl. Although, yes, she is intelligent - she's more of a street smart then anything else. She's got great common sense, and she's a very perceptive girl. She can notice something within meeting a person that their friends may not catch right away. She's good at picking up on other people's emotions, even when they're trying to hide them. Of course, she's not always right - but she usually is pretty good at guessing how they're feeling. Alexis tries not to be a very judgmental person, but sometimes she can't help herself. However, her first impressions of people are almost always right - which at times can make her seem a little closed-minded.

In general, Alexis is a very genuine person. She's real, and very down-to-earth. Although Alexis does lie from time to time - honestly, who doesn't? - she's usually a very honest person. She appreciates forwardness, it's much easier then people who equivocate what they're trying to say. Alexis is also a very independent person. She's social, of course, but she doesn't mind being alone either. She'd rather be alone then with a group of people that she hates.

Alexis is somewhere between laid back and determined, although she isn't really sure where. At least in terms of school, she always had trouble applying herself to what she was learning. Even if it was something easy, she would still always to the bare minimum allowed to pass the class. Some people feel it was because she was never really motivated do her work - but Alexis isn't really sure. Whatever it is, Alexis has to really like something to apply herself to it. Despite how much of a charming and personable person Alexis is, chances are she may not like you the first time she meets you. Or, who knows, she may like you, but have absolutely no desire to ever be around you again. It just depends with Alexis. She's not so much as moody as she is very cautious about the people she chooses to trust and be friends with.

Even though Alexis is naturally a very likable person, she can also easily make enemies. Being the social girl that she is - Alexis has a tendency to be very loud. She loves to laugh, and party, and all those things - so if that's not your cup of tea, chances are you won't like her. She can also be very sarcastic and forward with what she's saying, which can be offensive to some people. If you're her enemy, believe me, she's not going to just forgive you for anything. She might be a friendly person - but that only applies to people who like her. To the people who don't like her, she's not afraid to fight back.

HISTORY:

Whoever said that arranged marriages never worked out was lying, because sometimes they do. Sometimes you just get lucky. That was the case for Madison and Hayden. Both from pureblood families - wealthy pureblood families, I should add - their parents had been planning their marriage ever since they were seventeen years old. In fact, a good portion of the wedding had already been planned out before Madison and Hayden even met each other, but that didn't change anything. After spending only hours together, the two were absolutely infatuated with each other. From then on it was constantly writing letters back and forth, and meeting up every chance they got. It sounds unbelievable, but it was true - the two were actually in love. So on May 17th, 1960, Madison and Hayden got married, both at the young age of nineteen.

From the day she was born, December 11th, 1981 - Alexis was never an easy baby to take care of. Constantly fussing, always wanting whatever she couldn't have; needless to say, Alexis was a handful. People were constantly trying to convince Madison and Hayden to get a nanny so that they wouldn't have to deal with her, but they always refused. They absolutely adored Alexis, and were completely unwilling to give her up to some nanny for the first few years of her life, just as many of their friends had done with their kids.

So, despite the fact that she was a nearly impossible kid, Alexis had a perfect childhood. She was an only child, so she naturally her parents gave her all the attention she desired, and more. Alexis grew from a fussy baby to a charming toddler, and when I say charming, I mean the epitome of charming. She was the type of kid that her parents would show off at a dinner party, and could entertain the audience of guests for hours. As Alexis started school, it was clear that she was the very same way with the other kids. She was lively, funny, entertaining, and made friends with ease. She wasn't ever the best in the class, but her teachers always seemed to have something good to say about her.

At eleven years old, Alexis more then looking forward receive her letter for Hogwarts. During late nights when she couldn't fall asleep, her mother had always told her about Hogwarts, and what a prestigious school it was. Naturally, Alexis held nothing for excitement for the school. And when she actually arrived there, she found that everything her mother had said about Hogwarts was true, and then more. Despite the fact that normally Alexis hated change, she was excited for this one. She loved Hogwarts from the first moment she saw it. From the start Alexis was sorted into Gryffindor, where made many friends and maintained decent grades in all her classes. Honestly, what wasn't to love?

Alexis hardly missed her parents while at Hogwarts, although back at home they missed her. Madeline and Hayden felt rather lonely without Alexis there, despite the amount of friends they had, or the parties they attended. So, during the middle of Alexis' first year, she got a letter from her parents that said her mother was pregnant, and that she should expect a baby sister by early next year. More then anything, Alexis was excited at the idea of having a little sister - after all, she had never had a sibling before. Madeline Reeves was born right before Alexis' second year at Hogwarts. She was the exact opposite of Alexis as a baby, Madeline was calm and very easy-going. Alexis immediately loved her, as did Hayden and Madison. She understood the fact that Madeline would need a lot of attention as a baby, and so had no problems letting her parents give her that. However, as Alexis went back to school for her second year, she gradually seemed to get less and less letters from her parents, until she felt like if she didn't write to them she wouldn't know anything about what was happening. When Alexis returned home for summer holiday after her second year, it was clear that she had been replaced by Madeline.

Of course Alexis still loved her sister, it was impossible not too. However, she began to resent her parents. It wasn't as if there was much she could do about being away for the majority of the year. And yet, she was still replaced. With that, her return to Hogwarts for her first year sparked Alexis' rebellious period. She started drinking, and went to parties every weekend where she seemed to only get herself in trouble. Of course, she still had her common sense, but even so. Alexis' latest rebellions only lead to her mother being pregnant again - which was the exact opposite of what Alexis wanted. In fact, she didn't even go home during winter break of her fourth year to meet her newest little sister, and instead decided to stay at school, which ended up leading to the worst night of her life.

December 19th, was the night that changed Alexis' life forever. She was visiting France, a party was planned for the night. She had been at one of her friend's Christmas parties, and had gone outside to cool off at about two in the morning. Being just about completely wasted, she was hardly aware of what she was doing as she began to wander away from the party - and that's when it happen. She was bitten. She was werewolf.

From then on, Alexis' life was completely changed. She had no idea where else to go but home after she had been bitten, however once her parents found out she was a werewolf - they wanted nothing to do with her. For fear of her biting one of her little sisters, her parents kicked her out, leaving her nothing. She returned to school to get her things, but that was all. Honestly, Alexis had no choice but to drop out of school - what if she bit someone? Who would want to go to school with a werewolf anyway? For several months she roamed, unable to bring herself to ask for help. That was when the Ministry of Magic got a hold of her, forcing her to go back and finish her education. But where? Beaubatons, rather than Hogwarts.

RP SAMPLE:

They were gaining. She could hear them coming. Inhale. Ehxhale. Alexis forced herself to keep running. If they tracked her down, the fate that faced her would be far worse than what she'd been coming. "ALEXIS!" They knew her name. Had her parents sent them? Last time she'd avoided the aurors sent for her. These ones seemed highly-skilled, and were using their numbers as an advantage. Alexis didn't even know what she was doing any more. Why didn't she just give in? Because... You won't be accepted, she told herself, pushing herself to run faster. It was odd for a usually bubbly, fun, hyper girl to be on the verge of tears. They were hunting her down like an animal. She was a human, she still had a grip on her humanity. What would they do if they caught her? Throw her in a zoo, or worse? Pushing her hair back with her hand, she continued to run across the streets into the darkness. Weather and other conditions didn't seem to be working in her favor. Couldn't a sudden mist come over the area? Obviously not.

The girl took a right turn, heading down an alley. Bad idea. Everything she'd learnt about this escape route from movies was bad. Someone would be waiting for her at the end, she could hear them. Alexis cursed under her breath, mist coming out as she breathed. It certainly was cold, but then again that wasn't exactly bizzare for the end of winter, was it? No. She sighed. What was she going to do? Fight, that was for sure. Or at least try to. You see, Alexis had been raised to be a proper pureblood daughter, so violence hadn't been top of her agenda. Clenched fists, barred teeth, tense muscles... She was ready. Or at least she was, until a large auror stepped into her line of site. "Darling, we don't want to hurt you," he said softly, putting his hands up, his palms facing her. How could she fight him? He looked like someone's father. ... This was just superb. The thought of a father, and a family, brought back that ache in her chest. She wished she could take back time. "We'll take care of you, we promise," he murmured, walking closer. Who was she kidding, she couldn't attack this man, and get through the band of aurors hiding in the shadows!

What did Alexis Reeves do? For the first time in her life, she gave up. "Where are you going to take me?" she said softly, unaware that tears had been flowing down her cheeks for several minutes. It was the beginning of a new chapter in her life.

Must be Rouerie!

[amelierose]

First Name:

Danielle

Last Name:

Amelie Rose

Age:

14

Appearance:

Danielle is of petite build, and has long blonde hair, like her mothers. Her eyes are amazingly gray, like her fathers.
She has a heart shaped face.

History:

Danielle Amelie Rose was born to Savannah and Jacques Rose in Cannes, France. Savannah was a Veela originally from Iceland, and had been on a tour around the world in 1990. Jacques was a half French/English wizard. Fate brought them both together in Cannes, 1991.
Savannah was a very bold, eccentric woman. She was a lawyer, but resigned after she had Danielle. Jacques was a poet, and was very creative.

The family were very happy together. The couple were deeply in love, and they loved Danielle immensely. Danielle was only 8, but she had already been around most of the world with her parents.
At the age of eleven, Danielle received her Hogwarts letter. She attended, got sorted into Ravenclaw and made heaps of friends. She was popular, she loved her friends, loved her family, loved her school. What wasn't to love? The teachers adored her, and people either wanted to be her, or be with her.
Then, in Danielle's first year, disaster struck. Danielle was taken out of school and told that there had been an accident. Danielle's mother and father lay in hospital, in critical conditions.
Savannah passed away. Danielle felt as though a part of her heart had been taken away from her.

Danielle felt as though she couldn't go on. Months passed by. Yet Danielle felt no real healing in the lump in her throat. Her heart still felt sunken, her head felt heavy. All she wanted was to leave. Leave this world and be reunited with her mother.
But she knew she had to be strong. "Stay strong, my darling Danielle," were Savannah's last words.

A year passed and Danielle wasn't as bubbly as she used to be. She began to enter the state of depression.
It seemed like there was no point in living. Not when your mother is rotting beneath the ground. After some therapy sessions, Danielle began to see some of the light. She knew there was no point sulking. She began to accept the fact that her mother was gone. She is not depressed any more, and is quite the outgoing bubbly self she used to be... well, almost.

Personality:

Outgoing: 'You can never have too many friends.' is Danielle's philosophy. She loves putting herself out there, and is the opposite of shy.
Childish: Can be mistaken for immature. She's a child at heart.
Friendly: Always smiling, Danielle is known as friendly.
Wild: She loves partying and having fun. 'Life is one big fairground.'
Creative: Danielle is superb at painting. She is also a great story-teller.
Lively: Danielle is known for not being able to sit still for too long.

Sample RP:

Danielle leaned against her favourite Ash tree in the Hogwarts grounds. She was cooling her feet in the water, her friends doing the same. It was a fine day. The water reflected the blue shimmer of the cloudless sky, the penetrating heat warming every inch of Danielle's skin.

She began twirling a strand of hair around her finger, deep in thought. It was her fathers birthday tomorrow, and she was as unsure of what to get him, as she always was. Father was so hard to read. And so modest. Upon being asked what he wants, he always says that he already has a loving family, and he doesn't need anything else. I mean, it's nice and everything, but come on!! It gets pretty annoying after a while.

Suddenly the bell could be heard from the castle. Danielle sighed. She had History of Magic with Professor Boring aka Binns. She took her feet out of the water and did a spell to dry them. She slid her feet into her flats and began walking toward the castle, arm in arm with her two best friends, singing their favourite songs.

Usually the personality must be written in a paragraph not in list form, I am going to let it go this time... Must be Cossu![/blockquote]

[Savannah Rochelle Sommers]

First Name: Savannah
Last Name: Sommers
Age: She is fifteen, but she won't age because of the vampire blood in her.
Appearance:

History:
Savannah is the child of Margaret Sommers (nee Coldwater) and Jaycin Sommers. Savannah was born in Montreal, Quebec a short fifteen years ago. Her mother was a quiet woman, often spending her time in the living room sewing blankets and sweaters for her two daughters, Savannah and her identical twin Hannah. Savannah, or Vanna as she likes to be called, thought that she was the normal, average girl with a boring mundane life. That is, until she learned the real truth about her past.

Savannah's father Jaycin was turned into a vampire long ago by one of the clan leaders in Canada. Jaycin roamed the world for hundreds of years, looking for the right woman to marry and have children with. He finally found Margaret, Savannah's mother, and a few months later she found herself pregnant with twins. Jaycin told her the truth, and that she would bear two half magical, half vampire children. Margaret was shocked at first, but she learned to take it as a blessing rather than a curse.

When she was approximately five, Savannah started to show the traits of a normal vampire. Her eyes would turn a red color when she was hungry, and gold when she was content. When she went out in sunlight she often complained of feeling weak and nauseous. Her parents finally told her the truth two years later, that she was a witch with vampire blood flowing through her. Savannah shrugged it off, later finding out that her twin sister was the same as her. She learned not to stay outside too long, and to keep small vials of animal blood on her at all times so she wouldn't try to feed on humans, or other wizards and witches.

After practicing her magic, and trying her hardest to control urges to feed on everyone and anyone she saw, Savannah received a small parchment envelope in the mail, sealed with a bright blue was stamp with the initials BB, which as she knew stood for Beauxbatons. Delighted, she showed the letter to her parents and couldn't wait to start her schooling as a witch.

Personality:
Bright: This is one of her most apparent traits. Savannah is one of the most intelligent members of her family, and she received perfect marks in her first years of school. Sometimes, she can come off as arrogant when she's flaunting her smarts. Funny: Savannah tries her best to be funny, and she thinks she's downright hilarious. She always laughs at her own jokes, even if they weren't funny at all. Sweet: Deep down somewhere past the desire for your blood, there's a witch that's as soft as a teddy bear. Savannah is nothing but nice to the people that are nice to her. But watch out, if you make her mad, she will certainly make you pay.

Sample RP:
It had all started back when Iggy and Jaymes had talked. Of course it was about that stupid douche bag Gabe. It always was. Gabe, Gabe, fxcking Gabe! Iggy hated him just from the words he'd heard from one of his best friends Jaymes, and now the guy is on tour and expects to be treated like some God? Iggy sure as hell wouldn't treat this guy with respect, and he made sure that Gabe knew that if he ever crosses Iggy on a bad day, he'd be missing a limb pretty fast.

Well, that was the reason for all of the recent fights he'd had with the two people he loves the most. His best friend in the whole world, Allie, and his fiancee, Luna. To him, it seemed that Luna had never really seemed to understand why he acted the way it did. Like she had only assumed that it was a little fit, and that it would low over and Iggy would apologize. Well Luna was wrong. Iggy had been pissed off about Allie's attitude pretty much all day. He didn't understand why Allie had to poke and prod at him, like he was some sort of experimental lab rat. Whatever her problems were, they were the very least of Iggy;s worries. He was getting married, and he was starting to doubt the ability of himself being able to be there. He wouldn't worry Luna about it though.Iggy would only keep it in until the very day, and probably end up sprinting off. He'd have a great reason, of course.

Lazily rolling out of his bed, Iggy rubbed the sleep out of his bright blue eyes and stretched out his arms to touch the bus ceiling. He yawned, and scratched his head, thinking about what to eat for breakfast. He walked over to the small white miniature refrigerator and swung the plastic door open. To his disappointment, the only things in the fridge were tall and colorful cans of Monster energy drink, and a box of leftover Chinese food from the other night when he spent time with Luna. "Oh well... Looks like Iggy's not eating breakfast today." He said softly to himself. He didn't know why he whispered, though. The whole bus was empty, leaving only himself and a large empty tour bus. Oh the fun he could possibly have today...Not.

Sighing, Iggy walked over to the small counter top in the "kitchen" area of the bus. He flipped open his sleek jet black laptop computer. He quickly went to the tours website, and opened up the chat window for band members and their crews. Signing onto the chat server, he saw that Allie was on. "Just what I fxcking needed..." He said, shaking his head. He somewhat had hated Allie for the dumb assumptions she'd made about him. Iggy knew it was wrong to hate, but hell. When someone tries to tell you you don't have your own problems, they might as well have smacked you in the face.

A few minutes had passed, and Iggy hadn't said a single word to Allie. Then as he slowly started to rise from the stool at the counter, he noticed that Luna, his soon to be wife, had logged onto the chat. She started to try to break up the fight that was occurring between Iggy and Allie, but it didn't work. Allie ended up leaving, which made Iggy feel twice as bad than he already had for starting the fight. Hey Lulu, what's up baby? he typed, sending the message into the chat box. His lips slowly crept into a smile, as they kept talking to each other. Luna was the center of Iggy's entire world. He wouldn't know what to do if she had ever left him.

Hey, come over to my bus so we can cuddle. And make wedding plans X3, Luna had typed about a minute ago. Iggy smiled widely, and dressed into comfortable clothes to head over to Luna's bus. He showered first, making sure he was clean before he went to cuddle with his gorgeous girlfriend. After he was dressed, he started to walk over to the Nightmare Lovers bus. When he arrived, Iggy knocked on the door softly. "Luna, baby? It's Iggy open up." He said, breathing into his hands to keep them warm.

Must be Rouerie

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[irisj]

First Name: Avery
Last Name: Savage
Age: 17, almost 18
Appearance:
too big for board
History:
Personality:
Sample RP:

Work In Progress ^-~

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[abellafizroy]

First Name:
Abella
Last Name:
Fizroy
Age:
16
Appearance:


History:

Abella was born in Paris on January the 1rst 1993 to a rich couple who die when she was 13. She was an only child and for these past three years she has lived with her aunt Liza because her parents had died in a fire.

Her aunt, Uncle, and all of her cousins hated her and did nothing but let her be. She pretty much did what she wanted. She had no boundaries, she could stay up late into the night and stay out late with out anyone caring. This wasn't a good thing you see one night while she was walking home, if you call a place where no one cared about you home, she was being followed by someone. She began to walk faster but the follower was to fast and she was attacked by a vampire and now she has a scar on her neck to prove it. She got away safely...but now she was even more stuck up and evil.

Personality:

She is one of the most evil people you will ever meet. She has never been nice to anyone. She is spoiled and flaunts what material possessions she has. She absolutely hates muggle-born and Half-bloods more then anyone in her family. She is aware that she is marvelous and holds it over everyone who is not up to par with her standards (which is most people.) She is a know-it-all, she won't even take the time to look at anything once she sees that something is wrong, and she won't stand for anything less then perfection. She is one of the most snooty, high-strung people you could ever meet. She is full of pride, the one thing that can bring her down to a very low level would be if you taunt her, tell her that she is less then beautiful and spectacular. She is not afraid of all out fight, with or with out magic. She may look dainty but she is as hard as stone.

She can, at times be nice and understanding. When like this she is one of the most loving souls in the world, but this unfortunately is very rare for her, by rare I mean only once every year. She only becomes this loving soul when she sees someone, like her, go through something that she finds horrendous, examples: loosing a family member (namely a parent), being heart-broken and so on. She is always like this around Professors and other staff members, though it is fake, she puts it on pretty well.

Sample RP:

( I'm going to use random names for some of the people if that's okay)

Abella walked through the Entrance Hall doors with her friends on either side of her. An other girl tripped over the red carpet and they laughed at her.
" How elegant!" Abella said sarcastically with a flip of her hair. The girl stood up and looked at her almost like she wanted tell Abella something. " Yeah, what?" Abella hissed at the girl.
" Nothing." The girl mumbled.
" That's what I thought." She said in a baby voice, then laughed as the girl ran away crying."Oops." She laughed.
" What are you doing?" Someone said from behind her, holding the little girl who Abella had made cry.
" What I always do. Be myself. Do you have a problem with that?" She spun around to see a tall, dark haired boy looking at her. She smiled at him. He blushed and looked at his little sister.
" Yeah, I do have a problem with that, Frizroy." His eyes narrowed.
" Oh, what would that be Drake?" She asked in a snooty voice. Drake opened his mouth. " Oh wait I don't care." She interrupted before he could speak. By now the whole hall was silent and everyone one was looking at them afraid to take a breath. Drake looked shocked, and taken back.
" Abella-"
" Don't care." She repeated and walked away from him she waved at them over her shoulder. " See you in class today partner!" She laughed and her friends followed silently, shocked. Once they were out of the shock striken hall one of her followers spoke.
" Abella, you didn't just do that. Did you?" One of her friends asked.
" I did, why do you care, after all we are beautiful, perfect too. Everything that he is not." She smiled evilly. They walked into the washroom and she stood in front of the mirror. She began to play with her hair, once she got that right she went on to her make up. She looked at herself in the mirror. " What do you think?" She asked. All of the girls smiled and said some along the lines of " Amazing, Fantastic!" Abella smiled and whiped around and walked off to her next class.

(hope you like it!)

Must be Sournois

[drakecalvert]

First Name:
Drake
Middle name:
Mathew
Last Name:
Calvert
Age:
16 almost 17
Appearance:


History:
Drake Mathew Calvert was born on the 8th of May 1993, to a lovely Family of four, now six, Drake is one of two twins. He has two older sisters and one is twenty and the other is twenty-nine. Later on his family was blessed with a little girl. His father died soon after that, leaving Drake the only male in the family of six.

He lives in a town in the Alps. The town is full of warm spirited people, His family is the only wizarding family there. From time to time, they meet wizards passing through the region, and most of the time it just a friendly meeting, but not all the time.

When Drake was eight, a band of wizards came through and weren't the nicest. Once the group found out about a wizarding family there, they came to meet them. The meeting was quite a fun event for visitors. After they had their fun, they left and the house was left in ruins. The Calvert family still does not have a house fit for them even after the re-build.

Personality:
He is very close to his family. Drake has been growing up with a large female influence on his out look on life. He is not gay, he merely understands women better the the average man. He adores to play his guitar and sing. This skill has helped him find who is is and does it in memory of his dead father. One of his favorite past times is to be out in nature. He is a shy kinda of guy.(despite the picture) He is fairly fit and enjoys both muggle and normal sports. He is very artistic and lovable.

He is easily angered and despite his kind nature he is not one to keep secrets, so watch out!
Sample RP:
Drake walked into class late, again.
"Sorry." He muttered as he took his seat next to Abella.
"How's your sister." She laughed.]
"Listen, I really don't appreciate your attitude and further more, I do not want to talk to you. Why? Because, you have never done anything for anyone but yourself!" He almost shouted. Her eyes were wide with shock.
" I-I..." She looked at the ground.


Work in progress!

[viviane y-a triton ♫]

first name:
skylark
middle name:
lanah
last name:
de paul de pointe
nickname;
skylar, skyla, skye, lark, kylar, ari, lana, ana, kye.
age:
seventeen
birthdate:
january 30th
appearance:
pic-tuh
mother:
victorie nightingale de pointe
father:
gabriel riven de paul
siblings:
raven nikolas de paul – brother
sparrow delight de paul – sister
history:
Victorie de Pointe and Gabriel de Paul married in their mid-twenties without much thought. They both had thought they were in love, despite knowing very little about each other. Their life seemed perfect for the first few years, especially since they had already had one child and it was a boy named Raven Nikolas de Paul. Several years later another child was born and she was named Sparrow Delight de Paul. But their perfect life was slowly falling apart. Gabriel had been accused of working with the Dark Lord and got fired. He began to become very aggressive and abusive, alcohol being the thing to blame. But the problem was first it was Victorie, someone who was weak to begin with. Unfortunately when Victorie became easily agreeable, he turned to the kids. The kids became abused left and right during the day time and at night it was Victorie who got abused, sexually.

And that was when Skylark Lanah de Paul was born. But Victorie did not hate Skylark, surprisingly. Actually Victorie protected Skylark, perhaps it was because Skye was just a defenseless baby, but whatever it was Victorie became more and more abused. This continued for a very long period of time. That was until Raven finally graduated from Hogwarts, with honors, and he was becoming sick of the abuse. Rather then becoming fearful, his Gryffindor bravery shined through and he took his mother and siblings out of that hell hole. Of course Gabriel fought with all his might to not let that happen, but it was too late. Raven became strong, he became strong just for his siblings and his mother. Skylark was only six then and very fearful of people, because of the abuse she saw and felt.

Her life was finally getting better, despite having to go to court and having to fight for the better life she had finally attained. But because of her fear, she did not go to school. Instead she was home-schooled, which she enjoyed greatly. Though it was enjoyable the girl began to become a bit of a recluse, something that worried her mother greatly. After the court case was won and Gabriel was out of their lives, for good since he had a restraining order on him for 100 feet from his children and now his ex-wife. The kids actually changed their name from their father’s name to their mother’s maiden to erase all hints of their painful past.

And now her life was almost perfect, minus the fact she did not have many “friends”; she actually did, it was just that almost all were animals. Years went on and the girl actually became a little bit more social, but still her mother worried. But overall life was getting better with each year passing. Yet Skye was still stubborn about going to a school with other kids, perhaps it was because she was fearful of being alone. But whatever it was, the idea of going to school frighten the girl. That was until she turned seventeen, her mother ordered the poor girl to go and find a school to go to. She did not care which school it was, as long as it was a school and that was how Skye found Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. It was the school her mother had gone to and she had always felt she had some connection to her mother.

So Skye sent a letter to Beauxbaton and spoke to them about her situation. After waiting for some time, she got a letter back speaking about her acceptance. Though Skylark feels very uncomfortable and a smidge awkward leaving her family, everyone is very excited for her to go ; especially since they all want her to be able to socialize and show her silly self around others as well.
random description of skylark:
*INTELLIGENT&&CLEVER; *CUTSEY&&GIGGLY; *BUBBLY&&LIVELY; *MATURE&&QUIET; *AWKWARD&&NOT TRUSTING; *DETAIL-ORIENTED&&NATURE LOVER; *CREATIVE&&MUSICAL; *ARTISTIC&&FUN-LOVING; *KIND&&CARING; *HYPER&&ODD; *OPEN-MINDED&&DREAMER; *SWEET&&LOYAL; *ATHLETIC&&CURIOUS;
*PROTECTIVE&&DETERMINED; *DEDICATED&&SILLY; *STUBBORN&&SMILEY; *INDIVDUAL&&DIFFERENT; *TWO-SIDED&&ANIMAL-LOVER; *SLIGHTLY CLUMSY&&SLIGHTLY HURT; *INNOCENT&&NAÏVE; *ENCOURAGING&&HATES FAILURE; *HATES SADNESS/PAIN&&LISTENS TO PEOPLE; *WEAK&&FRAIL;
*FEARFUL&&SHY; *RESERVED&&STUTTERS; *ADVICE GIVER&&SENSITIVE; *DANCER&&BOOKISH; *FREE&&OPTIMIST; *EASILY STRESSED&&PANICS A LOT; *WORRYWORT&&TRIES TO SEE ALL POSSIBLE OUTCOMES* *GUITARIST&&PIANIST; *VIOLINIST&&SINGER; *PAINTER&&WRITER; *POET&&READER; &LOVES MYTHOLOGY&&LOVES EXPRESSES EMOTION THROUGH CREATIVITY; *LOVES MUGGLE THINGS *HAS A SWEET TOOTH&&LOVES STUFFED ANIMALS; *LOVES TO BOOK&&LOVES TO BAKE; *HONEST&&HATES HURTING PEOPLE; *EMOTIONAL&&FRAGILE; *UNIQUE&&STANDS OUT; *STAGE FRIGHT&&SCARED; *SO MUCH MORE;
personality:
Skylark is a very intelligent girl who usually is quiet and reserved. But once you get this girl out of her shell, she’ll be giggles and smiles every day and at every possible time; especially since she HATES frowning or feeling any pain. She definitely is a girl who is stubborn and dedicated to anything and everything she does, so when she sees someone down or sad she’ll try her best to cheer them up. Problem is, she gets easily stressed and if she sees someone down it will stress her out like crazy. But when her friends are happy, she definitely becomes a girl who is extremely silly and loves fun. Even though this is very hard to see, she always will try her best with everything; including trying to become someone’s friend. She definitely is something who listens to anyone’s problems and tries to give the best advice, all the time.

Skye definitely is a girl who is very friendly and sweet, if she sees someone getting bullied or hurt she’ll try her best to help; though she’ll sort of feel awkward, but a grin, a shy one, will always be on her face while helping. Skylar LOVES being a helpful girl, she just loves that warm feeling she gets inside and she definitely loves it because she ends up smiling. But if she ever feels she has not done enough, she’ll horrible and basically leave in tears while feeling guilty as all hell.

Skylark is definitely one heck of a book worm girl who is very creative and artsy. She loves and thrives off of these types of things, because it is her way of releasing emotions, both positive and negative. But her problem is that when people ask what is wrong, she has great difficulty forming words for it, UNLESS, she is explaining her piece. But even then this girl has difficulty explaining it to people, because she is very fearful about how people will react.

Though she is strong in certain ways, Skye is definitely a sensitive girl who will burst into tears if teased. She can get hurt easily and may be unable to handle certain things; something she hates about herself. Unfortunately this girl hates crying in front of people, because whenever she did cry her Father used to beat her for it and her Mum always had protected her.

Skye is a girl who is frail, but whenever she has a friend who is true she becomes strong. She loves them all and tries her best to stand by them no matter what. She is even willing to take a beating for them, if it comes to that. And rarely does this girl ever raise her voice against it, instead she’ll just silently whimper.
sample rp:
Inhale, Exhale, Inhale, Exhale. It is simple as that Skye. Its okay, it’s not a big deal that you’re away from Mum, Raven, and Sparrow. It is okay. You’ll be okay! were the thoughts of the jittery, dirty-blonde haired girl. Biting her lower lip, the girl began playing with her fingers as she continued to hear names being called to get sorted. She did not really wish to be here, but if it made her Mum happy, she was more then willing to do it. As the girl waited she continued to remind herself to breathe, since she knew herself VERY well. Well enough to know that when under stress she panicked and usually when she panicked she forgot to breathe, to an extent. Or really, she just forgot how to breathe at a regular rate. Biting her lower lip, another girl went up. After that girl got sorted, a boy went up. This time the boy’s took a bit longer.

While chewing her bottom lip she began to worry even more, What if I don’t get sorted at all! Oh god…Oh god… Mum will be so disappointed in me! Oh dear god… I HAVE to get sorted… Just PLEASE! Oh god… Closing her eyes very tightly the girl crossed her fingers and continued to beg. She did not want to disappoint her anyone, which was why she was here at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Slowly she opened her eyes as the boy got sorted. She did not get why, but some how she felt a bit more relaxed. Perhaps it was because the boy DID get sorted. But whatever it was, it felt like a load was off of her shoulders.

After what felt like eons her name was called up, de Pointe, Skylark. Exhaling sharply and quietly, Skye got up and walked over to where the cloak was being held by a Professor. Biting her lower lip, Skye nervously walked over. Once she reached the spot she was quite surprised that she had not slipped, at all. Taking a seat on the stool, the Professor placed the cloak on her. As the cloak began debating which house to place her in, her heart began to thump nervously. It made her a bit more fearful as everyone was looking at her with much curiosity. She knew she sort of stood out, though she loved standing out she hated being stared at. It made her uncomfortable, but another thing that was nerving was the fact that she would be seeing these kids for a very long time. What if they did not like her? What if they thought she was way too weird and she just didn’t fit in? She had always felt that way, but then again it was because she had difficulty making friends. Would this place be any different for her? Skye’s heart continued to pound away as these questions and so many more raced through her head. This honestly had to be one of the most nerve wrecking things she had gone through in her life.

[ sorry if it isn't enough >< ]

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You have qualities from both Cossu and Rouerie, but she she's definitely more a Cossu fellow.

[isis]

ignore this post (:

[ninevaeh]

First Name:

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Nineveah Marie

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Roth

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Sixteen

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Nineveah

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On June seventh Nineveah Marie Roth was born to her parents. They were probably the happiest couple alive when their daughter came into the world. They loved her to death, and loved each other just as much. Life was good. Her mother and her father had great jobs they owned their own house, and they were a complete family. Nineveah didn’t ask for much, but got everything. Her parents spoiled her. Nineveah appreciated the gestures of gifts that were handed to her, but she was never a materialistic girl. All she could ever ask for she had. She had the love of her parents that was all she ever wanted. Nineveah was close to her mother. They did almost everything together. If her mother was doing something Nineveah wanted to be right there with her helping her every step of the way. She had a good life. Often enough the family took trips to France to see Ninevaeh’s grandmother. A couple years before Ninevaeh was born her grandfather had died. She never got to know him, but that was okay because her grandmother took to Nine, and loved her. It was easier for her to keep going with Nine around her.

One trip to her grandmothers was different than all the rest. Nineveah had just turned four, and they were driving from the airport to her grandmother’s house when before she knew it her parents were gone. They were involved in a horrific crash, and luckily Nine lived. She was hospitalized for about a month, and when she got out she was sent off to her grandmothers to live. For the rest of her life her grandma raised her. After the death of her parents Nineveah took up singing, and photography. Singing was one of the things she did on her own in her own time. She had to be alone to sing something. Photography was one of the things that she had a passion for, singing was better described as just a hobby. Photography kept her mind off of the pain of losing her mother and her father. Nineveah noticed living with her grandma some of the weird things that happened around the house. Sometimes she thought that she had seen things moving by themselves, and random flashes of lights, but never actually thought anything of it until one day she was in her bedroom and all of a sudden things started floating. At first it scared the girl. She had no idea what was happening. The first thought that came to her mind was that the house was very haunted, but after having a talk with her grandmother about the odd things she figured out something else that not only scared her more, but made her wonder what other things her mother had been hiding from her.

At the age of fifteen Ninevaeh learned that her mother, her grandmother, and she were witches. Nine’s father never knew about the magical side of their family, but Nine’s grandmother insisted that it was for the best, and against some of the rules to tell ‘muggles’ of their powers. It was a hard thing to grasp to think that if she ever got married to a non-magical person that she would have to keep this secret as well. She wondered if there were ways past it, but for now there were bigger things to worry about. Nine’s grandmother taught her some of the things about being a witch, but she never got to try any of them because of these ‘rules’ the magical government had written. Ninevaeh thought that she would never be able to practice magic. That was until she received a letter of acceptance to a school called Beauxbatons. At this time Ninevaeh had been more accepting of her gift, and the powers that came with it, and was so excited about going to this school. So the girl packed her things, and headed for the school.

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Overall Nine is a nice girl. She knew that her parents would want her to be that way. She is accepting of everyone unless someone gives her good reason not to be. Backstabbing, and lying are two good ways of losing the girls trust, and friendship. There are times that Ninevaeh breaks down with thoughts of her parents on her mind, and those times are the worst to see her in. She tends to get a little moody, and aggressive towards everyone. The only person that really knows how to handle that situation is her grandmother. There’s a song that even to this day that is sung to her that calms her down. Hearing her grandmothers voice makes her think of her mother, and she knows that one day she’ll be able to handle it, but this isn’t that day. Nineveah can almost always be seen with a smile on her face. She loves to talk to people and make friends, and as much as she likes to hang out with people there are times that she just wants to be alone and write her thoughts down. Whether they be about her parents, her friends, her grandmother or anything at all it calms her down. Nine tries her best to be the best person she can be, but that doesn’t always seem to work for her.

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What is is it going to be like there Grandmama Ninevaeh’s voice was filled with so much excitement as she stood in the foyer of her new home. Her eyes were sparkling and there was a smile plastered to her face. Ninevaeh rocked back and forth on her heels waiting for her grandmother’s answer. “Well Nine. It’s going to be like nothing you’ve ever experienced. There’s going to be so many people there that are just like you.” The thought of actually meeting other witches and wizards was the most exciting part. She needed some people that she could confide in, and talk to about everything that was bothering her about being ‘magical.’ Her muggle friends here in France weren’t allowed to know about her being this way. About her gift. It was always one of the things on her mind to tell them, and had almost slipped out a few time, but she was able to keep it a secret until now. Once she arrived at this school she wouldn’t have to keep it a secret. She wouldn’t have to keep anything she didn’t want to a secret. Everything could be public if she wanted it to be.

“Grab your bags, honey.” Ninevaeh almost skipped across the room as she headed towards where her bags had been sitting. She tugged the handle of the rolling suitcase out from it’s hiding spot, and drug it across the wooden floor behind her. This was one of the days she wished that she could see the look on her mothers face. To see how proud she was that Nineveah was once again following in her footsteps. A tear rolled down the girls eye as her mother came to her mind again, but it was quickly wiped away. She rolled her suitcase out to her grandmothers car, and jumped into the passenger seat. There was no way she was going to be able to sit still for this trip to the train station. She was definitely going to miss her grandmother, and the feeling of being protected, of feeling safe, but she knew that it wouldn’t be the last time that she saw her. Hurry up mama Nine’s bright smile never faltered from her face. Everything about the girl was glowing at this point. She was ready for this new adventure. She was just hoping it was better than the last adventure she had. The adventure where she lost her parents. Taking in a deep breath she knew that she was ready for anything. She could handle it just as well as she handled everything else.

The drive to the train station was short. Nineveah opened up the passenger side door, and looked around. The platform was busy today, and she wondered how many of these people were going to the same place that she was. Nineveah walked to the back door of the car, and tugged it open. She grabbed her bag, and pulled it out shutting the door behind her. Without a word to each other Nineveah's grand mother came up and stood beside her. For a couple minutes the two stood side by side, and just looked around. Intimidation was falling over Nine now and she wasn't sure if this was what she still wanted to do. She turned to look at her grandmother, and smiled. Mom would be proud With that the two walked forwards searching for the place where he train would be waiting.

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First Name: Alona

Last Name: Bogdanovich

Age: Sixteen

Appearance:



History:

Bogdanovich is an ancient noble Ukrainian family that goes back several centuries into history. They are descended from the Vikings who founded and ruled Russia in the 9th century AD. Their first notable ancestor is Ippolit Fyodorovich Bogdanovich, a Russian classicist author of light poetry and known for his long poem Duschenka. The Bogdanovich's are wealthy purebloods who live in a high class society in Moscow, Russia. They have lived in the same manor for centuries and it has been handed down to the eldest son, generation after generation, once he succeeds Head of the family. Currently the Head of the family and house is Vladimir Bogdanovich and his wife Yekaterina Bogdanovich. They have five boys and two girls named Mikhail, Alexander, Catherine, Sergey, Alona, Fyodor, and Nikolai.

Alona Marie Bogdanovich was born May 20th, 1993 and is the third youngest of seven children. Since her parents offered their services to the government and are governors on the board of education for Durmstrang, they weren't around much. Vladimir and Yekaterina were very strict on their children so much that showing emotion would be punished for. The children had to learn to present themselves properly, eat and sleep on schedule, and exercise their minds reading books from their personal library. All the children were practically on their own, but were watched after by guards and staff that monitored the manor. Like all her siblings before and after her, Alona was taken care by a governess to teach her suitable subjects that existed in schools. However, the children had extra lessons in magical history as it is a part of their heritage. Mostly every boy has attended Durmstrang while girls were sent to Beauxbatons.

At the tender age of three, she began ballet lessons. She loved to dance when she was young and it was the only thing that kept her happy besides the outdoors. It was a rare opportunity for her to go outside, but she couldn't go further than her back yard. Since she was young and not at the right age to be presented into society as a Bogdanovich, she was restricted indoors. Of course this didn't settle well with her all the time and she threw fits to get her way. Alona learned the hard way while growing up that nothing was served on a silver platter, even in a wealthy family. She never got her way nor did her parents grant any sign of compassion. Eventually she harnessed these traits as her own, unforgiving and merciless to anyone. This made it harder on the staff and even on her siblings. No one could even tell the Bogdanovich children were related unless by name.

The next several years she accomplished her studies in ballet and school work. She took upon playing the violin and thrusted all her frustration through many broken strings and notes until her fingers bled. Besides being talented in music and dance, she began writing. Since she was never allowed to show her emotions, she needed to have an outlet somewhere. Alona found out that bottling all her emotions had a price to pay, especially among all the children since they had bruises to show for it. But she learned to fight back and to take the pain, eventually toughening her skin to each blow she took and made. Deep down inside she loved her brothers and sister though, even if they couldn't be close like other families were. Sometimes she even wished she had different parents and loathed them for their old-fashioned rules.

When she turned sixteen last year, she made her first public appearance and was presented into society in a large formal ball thrown by her parents. It was all chiffon gowns and tuxedos with instrumental music and chatter. As much as she looked forward to finally conversing with people, she found it difficult since the only people she's ever talked to were her siblings, parents, and the staff at the manor. But she triumphed over her flaw and since then had made acquaintances, but not promising ones. It was hard for her to keep friends and even suitors that her parents tried to present to her. Though that should change, for better or worse, when she goes to Beauxbatons Academy.

Personality:

Alona is very intelligent due to her early education in all her studies and magic. Her governess made sure that Alona was taught the proper material in school around, plus more under the strict surveillance of her parents. She is emotionless because it showed weakness. At a young age she learned that with emotions comes punishment and that it would make her vulnerable. So she learned quickly to bottle them up, even if there was a price to pay. She has no compassion for people's feelings. Also she's merciless and does not regret her actions toward people. Alona has a sharp tongue and is blunt. She just says it how it is, even if it is brutal. Her most defining traits is her sarcasm and temper. Every word drips with sarcasm to off set people. Then again she's just pessimistic most of the time. Her temper is volcanic and she doesn't hold back. Lying has become second nature for Alona. She's very untrustworthy and shouldn't be the first person someone should go to for help. Alona doesn't care for others but herself.

Sample RP:

What does one do when the weather is slightly saddening and grey? Take a walk. Get out of the common room and actually get some fresh air. Though days seemed to be darker than usual. Alona noticed how often it was cloudy. Rain was due this afternoon. She sat there at the window for a while in her dorm. Debating of what to do. She should be used to this kind of weather though. Russia was always depressing. "Must go out.." She whispered to herself, her blue eyes flickering brightly. She got up and left the room, out into the entrance hall where she traveled to the front doors. The pale girl slipped her thin figure through the door, closing it behind her. She wrapped her arms around herself. The place was unusually cooler.

A gust of wind brushed against her pale soft cheeks. Strands of her long silky blond hair flying around. Turning down on one pathway, she figured a walk in the gardens would be nice. But as she made her way there, it began to pour lightly outside. Drops of rain surrounding her whole. Each droplet splashing against her skin. Dripping off the ends of her hair. She smiled, looking up into the dull sky. Sure she's sad. She's lonely. Though the weather completed her whole. It fit the mood perfectly. And as she took a seat in one of the benches, she laid full length on it. Arms were folded under her head as she laid out there in the rain, not worried if she caught a cold or disturbed anyone around there.

It must be wicked of her that she didn't miss her family at all. To be out of hand's reach was bliss. She didn't have to worry about them telling her she couldn't go outside or that the clothes she wore weren't acceptable. Alona didn't have to worry about them watching her every movement and judging her. This was a perfect getaway. Beauxbatons was her open door to the world, to new experiences, and hopefully to a new attitude. Who am I kidding? She smirked to herself, watching as the lightning streaked the sky and the thunder rumbling after. She could never change how she acted even if she wanted to. Alona blamed her parents for the way she turned out, and it has become harder to make friends or to be... nice. Nice was not part of her dictionary. But we'll see...

Excellent application! Must be Sournois.