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[auds]

First Name:

Audrey Mae

Middle Name:

Elizabeth

Last Name:

Danglars-Flinn

Nickname:

Audrey, Auds, cupcake

Age:

16

Appearance:

History:

Annelise Danglars was your typical veela blood who attended the Wizarding School in France. While Zane Flinn was a bad boy werewolf born in Germany but was also attending the same school. It was there that the two met and soon fell in love, though the love fest didn’t last long as two years after they graduated the two went their separate ways.

But at last, their love for each other never truly died! Three years later, after Annelise was already once engaged and had a little girl named Elise Danglars, she bumped into Zane. He too had a child, Hai Flinn. They met and soon the love was back in the air. =3

Life was sweet for them and the account of this was a third child for the family! On April 15, little Audrey-Mae was introduced to the world. They were happy and they thought she was to bring joy to the world and she did. She grew up in a happy heart felt home, for now. Sadly it all came to an end when she turned eight. It was a full moon and Zane was out in wolf form. He attacked a muggle and well someone near saw and it was also during a hunting season and they shot Zane killing him. When Audrey-Mae heard the news of her dear father dead she cried and locked the sweet smile away.

She grew up but no matter how many years had past since her father’s death she never really was happy. She wouldn’t truly smile either. It didn’t help at all that her mother moved on to marry some one else about two years after it. The happy life she grew up in ended the day she said I do to Charles.

Soon enough the girl was always hiding in her room or roaming the streets of Paris. She wanted to find an escape and it soon came when an owl flown through her window with a letter telling her that she was accepted to the same school her mother and father went too. The girl’s happiness was back. The grey orbed girl always thought maybe if she got out of there things would be better and less stressful and she was about right. Now, she’s at Beauxbatons Academy training to be a witch with everything changing about her.

Personality:

Audrey Mae is a simple teenage girl. Well she was until she got out of her shell. Now she is anything but simple. She hangs out with the kids your parents tell you not too. She does the things your parents tell you not to do. She loves France. The thought of being able to do what ever when ever is just the best. The girl isn't scared to speak her mind. If she doesn't like something about you, she'll tell it to your face.

Caring/love; these two things are what is. She cares what people feel. If someone she knows is down in the dumps, she's not scared to do the stupidest thing just to make them smile. she will fall flat on her face or even stick her tongue to a frozen poll to make them smile. Its not how she wants them to feel. Love is something she never experienced truly. Back in the day when she read, she picked up those type of books. It’s what she day dreams about.

Happy//Hyper; these two are the same effect. They do the same thing for her though one is more full gear and the other is just eh. She will do the randomest things. You can even find her on her board more. Auds will dance in public random or dance like no one is watching. She is careless when she's in a good mood. But not in a bad way just in I don’t care what you think im happy. Hyper though is like most she wants to hit all the walls like a psycho in a rubber patted room.

Mad//sad; When she's sad you can see it. It’s all over her face. Her family even thinks her eyes turn a gray color. The girl will seem mope and won’t even want to touch her cello or bass guitar or even her camera. All she will want to do is sit around and be lazy. Mad? On the other hand before she was broken from her shell she never felt mad. She didn't even know it was a true feeling. Now she does. She gets mad if you just edge her a little bit too much. The girl will fight if it comes down to it. When she's mad she rather just be alone sine she is scared of what could happen. Audrey will most likely grab her board and skate around. Why not a car? She sold it so her transportation is her board.

RP Sample:

The grey orbed girl let a sigh escape her peach colored lips. She was trying to sleep for the past two hours but as she could see it was failing epically. Shaking the purple colored sheets off her body, the girl let her legs slide the opposite way of the sheets. She next pushed herself off of the bed and walked over to the closet. She figured since she couldn’t sleep she was going to walk around and get some fresh air. It was the one thing she did and it usually helped. Audrey-Mae grabbed an old pair of sweats and slipped them over her pajama shorts. Than after that she zipped up her black and green jacket.

Soon enough after her messy bed head hair was up in a messy bun and a pair of old vans wear on her feet she left her dorm room. She walked down the hall. It was so quiet that she could hear her feet slapping the top of the floor. The sound was actually peaceful. The only thing missing was some really good music. She thought music made lots of things better; like loneliness for example!

Auds let a simple smile play on her lips. Since coming here, lately the girl has been smiling. And she had to admit it was nice to not force one upon her face but to truly smile. With that thought running through her mind, she let her thoughts wonder to just about anything. Soon enough she was outside. She was right to wear a jacket and sweats. It's funny how the spring nights got colder has the days were rather warmer. Atill, she loved it all. The outside and fresh air was always nice, like almost being back home when Zane, her father, was alive. She sat down and wrapped her arms around her legs to help keep herself close together in the cool spring breeze..

[sorry for the short rp. . I tried to keep it sweet and simple ^-^

Must be Sournois!

[girl]

First Name: Merry


Last Name: Fitzgerald


Age: 15


Appearance: Merry, standing at 5’5 is not entirely tall, nor is she considered short. She sits on the average mark, though at times wishes that she was a little taller than her genetics allow. She has a love heart shaped face and is ghostly white in colour. Seeing as though Merry was born with red hair before it turned darker as she grew older, (she likes to dye it back to her original reddish colour) it would seem that Merry should have at least a few freckles; however, she has none to speak of. Her features are soft and welcoming and the pink tones in her cheeks give her a gentle look. Usually she will wear bright and vibrant colours as she follows the ‘electro’ look closely. However, seeing as though she likes to experiment with clothes, she’ll sometimes wear clothes that she’s made herself.


History: Merry was born into a single parent family as an only child in a muggle city called London. After two years of battling life in the city, she moved to a small town with her mum where she grew up to meet many beautiful and vibrant friends. She attended highschool up until her mother became frightfully ill with an aggressive form of breast cancer causing her to have to stay home. The illness was deadly and so it was felt by a majority that Merry should spend her mothers’ last days by her side. During this ghastly and painful experience, Merry was homeschooled by a tutor and found that her favourite subject was English literature; she was able to put down her thoughts on paper. The days were dark in reality, but Merry didn’t seem to be affected by it. One might say that she had completely distanced herself from the probability that she would lose her mother. People from her mothers’ work who came to visit the two appeared to be upset by the fact that Merry didn’t appear to be worried by said events, for it would have seemed as though she failed to care for her mother. In actuality however, this was her coping method; to pretend that everything was fine. “No, she’s well - Fine and dandy!” Merry would urge, when it was said that her mother looked as though she was going downhill. It was the week before her mother’s passing that Merry received a letter from a magical school. She stared at it blankly and laughed out loud. This would have to have been one of her mothers’ friends trying to comfort her; however at the same time she yearned for the letter to be authentic.

Only days before Merry’s life would be turned upside down, her grandmother walked through the door It was also on this day that Merry received three new letters of the same type; an invitation to Beauxbatons academy. Throwing them down on the bench, she looked at her grandmother, who was perched on one of the old armchairs, with a strange expression. “Some people are total tosspots!” Her grandmother chuckled and beckoned for Merry to hand her the envelopes before she fell off of her chair in alarm, or so it seemed. With Merry stifling a laughing fit, she held out her hand to pick her grandma up. After a moments silence, her grandmother explained to her the significance of the school to her family. Her mother was not ‘magical’ but her grandmother had been. So, with the guidance of her gran, she was able to start at a new school and with the death of her mother a few days later, it was decided then that escaping the town for a new start would be a perfect solution to any stresses.


Personality: Merry is excitable and easily amused, laughing at the most ridiculous things imaginable. Even something inappropriate becomes appropriate for a laughing spaz, according to the sense of humour belonging to the crazy child. Whilst living with her mother she would watch British comedy religiously and is a product of the television shows which she chose to watch. This can become quite irritating for some, though, as at times she finds it hard to know when enough is truly enough. This combined with her sometimes feisty disposition does not create a very pleasant scene, unfortunately, due to her unhappiness with being criticised and told to change her personality. Merry hates being told what she should and shouldn’t do as she grew up in a household where she was accepted for who she was. This does not mean to say, however, that Merry is selfish - far from it. This applies to issue such as her turning vegetarian and her mothers’ friends telling her constantly that she should not do something so stupid. Basically, she hates being restrained and morphed to fit to the expectations of others if she does not want it herself. Generally though, Merry does not flip out. She might become irritated occasionally with criticism, though in the scheme of things, she knows how to keep her top on when she must and when she knows that she is in the wrong.

Merry is open to new things and accepting of all walks of life as she believes that what goes around come around; that if she shows acceptance of others, she will in turn, be accepted. When it comes to boys, she is shy and does not know how to communicate and at times in her life, has questioned her sexuality; possibly reflecting the lack of knowledge and belief she has in herself. She is constantly questioning herself and peoples’ views about her. Yes, she is confident in some ways, but not in others. For example, when she attended muggle school, she was great at drama as she could put aside her fears of being judged and evaluated by people. Also, her confidence in herself is revealed in the crazy clothes she wears – that is, she doesn’t care what people think about her dress style. When it comes to other matters though, like pleasing people and wanting people to like her, she repeatedly questions herself in some form or another.

On her outer shell, Merry doesn't seem too complex. She laughs, she can become irratable... However, internally there is a lot going on. The effect of her mothers sudden death sometimes forces her to think of nothing but the wish that she was still alive, making her a bit of a debbie downer. Usually she can hide this inner tension, but sometimes it explodes, provoked by something absolutely ridiculous, such as a mean teacher one afternoon.


Sample RP: From my other character, if that's ok? :]
Usually Anberlin wouldn’t have even let the prospect of dancing around with ‘his kind’ enter his mind, but as the full moon had been particularly brilliant only hours beforehand, he simply could not miss the opportunity to see countless flittering twits fooling about. He now sat with his head in his hands, eyes shut tightly, wondering what had happened the night before. His head was pounding, a repetitive tune thumping against his skull like he was experiencing an internal rave. What happened? Over the noise within him, this was all he could concentrate on. After opening his eyes slightly, he noticed he was still in the forest. Anberlin slid his hands down his face and moaned, before using them to lever himself up and off the leafy soil. The world whirled around, making standing up almost impossible, and it was only until his light headedness had left that he began thinking about how to answer the question he had been asking for the last fifteen minutes. The sky was beginning to brighten up a wee bit, giving Anberlin the opportunity to actually see where he was in the forest; even if he had to stain his eyes to do this. A circle of mushrooms encircled him and he grinned. Ah, yes. That was what had happened. A raging fairy party. The best sort. Or so he had been told. The boy wasn’t accustomed to actually enjoy being a fairy, though he had to admit that he had enjoyed himself. Almost instantly he remembered the songs and dances which had been performing with other fairies like him the night before. However, as much as he had enjoyed the party at the time, he now had to figure out how to get home. In the rain. Yes, Anberlin had only just realised that he was drenched from head to toe with cold liquid from above. And that, Anberlin thought, is why I don’t do these stupid parties!

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She seems to me more a Rouerie student than a Sournois one[

[isis]

First Name:

Isis

Middle Name:

Meskhenet Layla

Last Name:

Chalthoum

Blood:

Pure-Blood

Age:

15

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Appearance:

[click]

Loves & Loathes:

loves: egypt and it's culture, being random, having fun, laughing, being childish, making others laugh, going on adventures, sweets of all kinds, coffee, photography, cheer leading, stuffed animals, dressing differently, jumping into the air at random times, playing with lighters, making new friends, getting people to try new things, watching clouds, random facts, & turtles.

loathes: rude people, not being able to have fun, being bored, bing told what to do, snobby girls, & overly flirty guys.

Personality:

Isis can be very random and spontaneous from time to time especially if she thinks that random act will be fun for both her and her friends to take part in or really just watch. Whenever she gets bored sometimes she'll just jump into the air at random and go "yay!" just for the hell of it all. Or she'll even just go to any type of shop and buy the first things that catches her eye, in the muggle world she would go down to her local pet shop and buy a 15¢ goldfish if she had any lose change and just bring it home and put it in a random cup from her kitchen cupboard. Isis would always upset her father whenever she'd do that, but at least her and her little sister, Akana, would get a kick out of her misdeed whenever her father would try to drink the contents of the cup, thinking it was only water.

Isis loves to really just do anything that'll make her little sister, Akana, laugh or even any of her close friends. She always tries to get others to try something different, even if it may seem rather odd at first. Isis can also be pretty childish when she wants to be, but only when she knows that it's alright to act as such, she hates it when she upsets or annoys others. Isis can find enjoyment even when doing a boring task like cleaning black board erasers in a muggle classroom. When she was a child her mother would always buy so much bubble rap and lay it out on their front lawn so the two of them, as well as Akana from time to time, could just pop them and dance until her father came home. She's always been the sort of 'happy-go-lucky' person she is today, but sometimes when she's upset it may seem a bit over dramatic to others.

Isis is never one to be over dramatic, she's just not exactly used to feeling upset or down, at least she tries not to for her sister's sake. From time to time she does tend to try to rely on others for help, and even look at girls older then her as a sort of mother for her. Anytime she goes to a new place that's normally the first thing she finds, a sort of motherly figure for herself (sometimes even a fatherly figure too). Once she finds one she's pretty much set and ready to face anything and anyone. Though most people wouldn't realize it at first, Isis is as innocent as a seven-year-old. She never had real teachings on the ways of men or even the wizardry world, which most people find just completely adorable whenever she questions something. While others just see it as an act of wanting attention from guys, or even just Isis trying to look generally cute overall.

Even so she is quite innocent about some things she is still pretty smart when it comes to muggle things, since she did grow up in the muggle world. She can school just about any witch or wizard about the muggle world anytime or anywhere and because of that some would find her to be just a bit too cocky for her age. She doesn't mean to be, she's just pretty proud of knowing more about a certain world then most, which is somewhat reasonable. Since she's very knowing of the muggle world she's also pretty informed about how the world is changing, for the worse. She always tries to encourage others to recycle or just not waste in general by telling them how many cute baby animals would die just because they didn't throw something away properly, even in the wizardry world.

Even so she does have a cream complexion she is 95% egyptian (other 5% is french) and does take pride in all things egyptian inclusing the different gods and goddesses they worship, relics, the language (which she can speak almost fluently), and overall culture. She's very serious when it comes to the Egyptian culture since that's just how her mother was even while living in Nashville. It's just one of those little things which keeps her mother in her heart at all times, as well as Akana's too.

Family:

Nefertiti Chalthoum - Mother - Pure-Blood
Ramasses Chalthoum - Father - Pure-Blood
Akana Chalthoum - Little Sister - Pure-Blood
Ra Chalthoum - Grandfather - Pure-Blood

Pets:

[Bast]

History:

Isis was born in Nashville, Tennessee on June ninth to a young couple who had just been married months before. Isis's mother was very much so int Egyptian culture (due to her being 100% egyptian) and decided it was best to carry on the tradition. She gave her daughter the name Isis because of it's power in the egyptian culture. Isis is the Goddess of motherhood, magic and fertility. She was friends with all; slaves, sinners, artisans, the downtrodden, as well as listening to the prayers of the wealthy, maidens, aristocrats and rulers. Isis felt special after learning about who she was named after and it was also around that time where she took pride in her family's culture and did everything she could to learn about it. Isis's mother became pregnant once more and had another baby girl named Akana when Isis was two years old.

Isis loved her little sister to death and would do anything to make sure she knew the ways of egypt and was happy all the time. Because of there being two babies Isis's mother decided it was time to start looking for a job. Her mother was a great singer and soon landed a position at a country club as a singer/dancer. It wasn't long after that she decided it was time to try for bigger and better things, but her father was apposed to the whole idea. The couple would fight for hours about whether or not she could or should go. Her mother wasn't going to sit around and wat forever so she left Nashville in the midle of the night, taking money she had saved up and drove down to Los Angeles, California to try and start a career as a profeshional country singer. The family knew nothing ov her leaving and Akana cried for days.

A few months passed and no one heard anything of Nefertiti, Isis's father became a drunk and began spending most of his money on lotto tickets and beer then food or anything for the two girls. Isis tried her best to get money any way she could by doing odd jobs for their neighbors or even stealing it from others. She idn't exactly care much for the consequences, she only wished to keep her and her sister safe. It wasn't for a few years that Isis heard from Nefertiti. She sent the two money after they told her of their situation in Nashville and what had become of their father. Nefertiti told them to use the money to buy plane tickets to Paris where their grandfather lived and would take them in. The two girls followed their mother's instructions to a 'T' and were able to easily find their grandfather, Ra.

Of course Ra took the two girls in just as they arrived, he was already expecting them and had two rooms already made up for them. Isis suspected her mother to have called him earlier, but never asked. Ra had enrolled Isis and Akana into Beauxbatons Academy, which confused her a great deal. She had no knowlege of the wizardry world, and had no idea that it had even existed, but was excited for the new experience.

Sample RP:

The blue skies had quickly gone to gray as large drops of rain fell from the heavens and hit the ground slowly, but hard, everything and everyone was running for shelter, all but Isis who just stood in the rain with her umbrella and rain boots on acting like a child and puddle jumping. It had been a while since she had acted like that since her mother left, she could remember doing that with her father as they walked the streets of of Nashville in the fall then jumping into his arms at the sound of thunder. She still remembers how she had got over that fear, by her father telling her that whenever she heart thunder it's just him laughing as loud as he possible can. It seemed to be somewhat realistic at the time and still even today
she thinks of it like that.

Isis was hopping from puddle to puddle like a rabbit as people watched her and laughed as they passed by, but only her laugh sounded genuine and fully of a sort of child like happiness. She was truly having fun, for once and she didn't want anything or anyone to try and end it either, because let's face it, she never gets to relive her childhood like she's going now ever. This was a rare sight and also a rare feeling for her. She could care less about what people thought of her puddle jumping or how she looked at the moment either. Isis continued to hop as her boots were getting covered with muddy water, a few blades of grass and a few dead leaves which were in the puddles to begin with.

The only sounds she could hear were her own foot steps, the splashing of the puddles as she jumped into them, the crunching of dried leaves beneath her feet and the rain falling all around her. It was very quiet, but she didn't mind being alone, she was quite used to it by now actually. Isis stopped hopping for a bit and just stood there looking up and at the sky as she straightened her hand with her umbrella straight out to her side so she could feel the cold water crash onto her warm skin. It felt like acid for a bit, but after a few seconds she became used to it, it actually started to feel rather comforting in a weird way.

Must be Cossu!

[emma]

First Name: Emma

Last Name: Prideux

Age: --

Appearance:
Is it possible to not know your true identity? To have your appearance unknown to even you, who is staring at yourself in a mirror? Yes, my eyes, my best trait, make people become lost when they look into the milky chocolate color of my eyes. However, my eyes, though innocent, have always been my best weapon and greatest strength when trying to get my way. They are especially great when laying next to my dark brown hair that wildly curls down my shoulder’s. These two traits, along with my sun tanned skin complete the identity of which I think of myself. However, I am a metamorphagus which means I can shift my looks and change them into anything I dream of. Therefore, I do not have a true identity. I have one which I refer to myself as, a body, an image that I simply attach my name to. It is no more mine than it is anyone elses.

Personality & History:
I was 8 when I first realized my magical powers. Like all young wizards that grew up in a pure blood family, it was by accident but in some ways, for years, I had been looking for a reason to explain why I was so different than the rest of my family. My younger twin sisters were the exact image of my mother and even my father could be seen in their faces, but I resembled none of them. But, when I found my metamorphagus power I decided that must be the reason why I was so different. Over the next few years, I began to build my character while I entered one of the most important stages of my life.

I went to Hogwarts, one of the youngest first years of my grade. However, I had all of the advantages. I had the status of coming from a pure blood family, the athletic skills that made me stand out in any competition, the looks that could win me anyone’s heart and the brain that shaped my witty comments that kept me out of trouble. It was from this, that my confidence was built on and I quickly excelled in school, on the quiddtich pitch and within my house. Quickly, I took over the captaincy for the Ravenclaw Quiddtich team while serving as one of the chasers. A year later I was given the great opportunity to become the Ravenclaw Prefect. However, I was a restless teen, constantly flitting in and out of relationships, changing jobs as soon as I stepped into their door and I never lived in one place.

The deaths of my parents Carissa and Andrew Potter, came at the young age of 11 and 12. By 13, I had been pushed into the public spotlight and was now supposed to raise 2 younger sisters who went to a school several countries away. It wasn’t an easy task, having more responsibilities than I could have ever dreamed of, but I did my best and eventually found a happy middle.

However, this wasn’t the only major blow to my family tree. In my 6th year, I learned of the most astonishing knock-out punch of them all. I was on a trip with my best friend, Dreamy Embers, vacationing at her house for a week when one day we went exploring in her forest. We had come across a gypsy who told us of our past and futures. It was a hypnotizing spell that made us realize the secrets of our pasts. Painfully, I had been told about my true parents.

My mother, had been a French gypsy who traveled through Europe, leading a life of mystery. Not much had been known of her, except for the fact that her blue eyes could make any man’s heart freeze. She was memorizing and had used her beauty to win her not only money, but lust. The story went that she had never settled down and never planned to, but one day she had met a young Spanish man who was equal to her in age. His dark brown hair and tanned skin had kept her in Spain for weeks. Eventually, she left the country heart broken.

A year later, I had been born. When I was only three months old, my mother had traveled back into France, cold and hungry. Having only a few Euros to her name, she realized what she had to do. That night, she had made her way to the Potter’s vacationing home in the south of France. She knew nothing about them, except for what she had observed throughout the day. As soon as it was dark, she had left me, wrapped in a bundle of blankets, laying on their back door step.

After that, she had disappeared along with my true identity. When I found this story out, I broke away from my family tree. Leaving my name, money, security and history behind. I had went from being one of the most up-and-coming witches in the community to being someone who didn’t even recognize herself. I had no where to turn and eventually ended up taking a 2 year leave of absence from Hogwarts. All of my education and dreams had been halted.

Out of pure friendship, I wound up staying with my best friend, Dream, who was also taking time off from school. We traveled the world, getting into more risky situations than one could imagine. However, a Ravenclaw at heart, I eventually ended up back at Hogwarts, enrolling back in with Dream. Taking back over our duties, we both went back to being the prefect of our houses and captains of our quiddtich teams. My sisters had stopped looking for me, and the wealthy community of pure bloods had most likely stopped spreading gossip about my disappearance.

Having graduated from Hogwarts within the next year, I found myself staying in the busy world of London while taking two internships in the Auror Department and the Ministry of Magic. Over the next few months, I began to shape solid plans for my future and I found myself making connections with wizards left and right. Then, I accepted the job of working and shadowing the Minister for Magic. It was from this job that I gained my experience and knoweledge of the Wizarding Community.

While my work life was becoming even more hectic by the day, so was my personal life. During the same year, my boyfriend, Collin, of 2 years (finally) proposed to me in a very romantic setting on Christmas. We quickly began planning our wedding for the spring, but three weeks from the wedding date, Dream talked me out of getting married. It was on that day where she first spoke of her theory of how we weren't really in control of our lives anymore and that Collin had actually been part of the group that were plotting against our lives.

Sample RP:
Emma had just returned that morning from a 4 month excurision through Europe with a group of artists that she had met at an exhibit. One artist in peticular had caught her eye, and off she went, spending days and nights with him as she saw the European world from a different view. However, eventually, she had become bored with the way of life that was mainly surrounded by how much money they could make off of their pieces of art, and she had returned home..to her Russian flat that overlooked the Volga river, allowing her and Dream to stay away from curious minds.

"Emmering are you here?" she heard her best friend yell, causing Emma to jump up from where she had been laying on the floor, closing the leather book that she had been pasting new pictures from her journeys in. "Here!" she yelled back, leaving the book laying on her bedroom floor behind and running through the flat and into the kitchen, her brown waves bobbing behind her with streaks of blue and purple running through her hair. "Dreamy!!!!" she yelled happily at seeing her best friend, well..more like sister. Immediately, she attacked Dream in a huge huge, before spotting the firewhiskey in Dream's hand and taking a sip.

"So how are you? How was your trip?" she asked excitedly, her 17 year old body more slender than ever, fitting perfectly into torn skinny jeans and a grey ripped baby tee with splashes of paint all over it, something she had made in her spare time over the last few months.

You must write your history in 3^rd person!

[blaisexander]

First Name: Blaise
Middle Name: Xander
Last Name: Delacroix
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:

History:
Blaise's parents met while attending school at Beauxbatons. Both Dianna and Dion were in Sournois and met in potions class one day. They kicked it off immediately, both being from pureblood families. The Delacroix family is very well known in the wizarding world, and at first, this was the reason Dianna started dating him. They continued dating through their last year when Dianna told Dion news that would forever change their lives;; she was pregnant. The pair finished their last year and immediately got married after graduation. Seven months after the marriage, Blaise was brought into the world.

On November 13th, Blaise Xander Delacroix was born. Growing up, he lived in a very wealthy wizarding neighborhood (like Godrics Hollow) in France. His parents brought him up in their pureblood ways, and for a long time, he followed them. Blaise found out by the age of fifteen that his father was a Death Eater. Blaise didn't understand why he would put the family in immediate danger like that. It tore the family apart, and Blaise had to become an adult fast. He was often left to take care of himself and his sister Isabel while his parents were away. Blaise and Isabel were home schooled up until Blaise received his letter to Beauxbatons. He was ecstatic to get away from the mess that his father created which had gotten their mother murdered in cold blood. He felt horrible leaving his sister, but he knew that she would soon be joining him.
Personality:
Blaise can be very cocky at times. He is very intelligent and gets excellent grades in school. He is quite the "ladies man", but longs for a serious relationship. He is very protective of those he loves and will go to extreme lengths for them. Blaise has an incredible outgoing personality and is quite hilarious when he wants to be. Though he has many enemies, he is ready to make new friends. He is known to be concentrated or studying hard in the library, and rarely likes to be disturbed. He tends to close himself off to people before he gets close to them. It's like a defense mechanism. Now, he just wants to be accepted for who he is, not who he was.
Sample RP:
Blaise sat outside the Delacroix estate in the garden. It had been a horrible day, and he needed some fresh air. Running a free hand through his dirty blonde hair, he let out a sigh. He was so ready to get out of the house, but he feared for his sister. He had practically raised Isabel, and quite frankly, he was going to miss her terribly. He hated the fact that he wasn't going to be able to protect her and be there for her when she needed him. Getting frustrated, Blaise stood up and walked over to the pond.

Blaise sat down and started skipping rocks across the water. What could he do to protect Isabel? Would she even get a letter to Beauxbatons? His mind was racing when he heard a little voice from behind. It was Isabel. "Blaise! I've been looking all over for you! What're you doing anyway?" she took a seat next to him. Blaise looked over to his little sister and smiled. "Oh, I'm just sitting here thinking about school...about you. I'll feel much better when you get to BB." he sighed and turned his head. Thinking about it was starting to give him a headache. He just didn't want his baby sister living with an ex death eater.

Blaise laid back on the soft grass and closed his eyes. The bright summer sun was beating down on them. He didn't mind a nice little tan before the school year started. His mind was still racing, but he was trying to block out all the negative thoughts. Things were going to be better for him, his life would be better. The best thing for him would be to start over new, and that's exactly what he planned on doing.
Must be Rouerie!

[isabel]

And I'm on tonight:

Isabel

You know my hips don't lie:

Rosalie

And I am starting to feel you boy:

Delacroix

Come on lets go, real slow:

Pure-Blood

Don't you see baby asi es perfecto:

15

Oh I know I am on tonight my hips don't lie:

Heterosexual

And I am starting to feel it's right:

[click]

All the attraction, the tension:

Isabel is as sweet as honey to almost everyone she meets, unless they catch her on an off day, which is generally rare for her. She can be a pretty happy-go-lucky person which from time to time can get quite annoying for others. Isabel spends most of her time trying to help others any way she can whenever she can. Even so she is as sweet as can be because of her family's wealth she can get a little bit 'stuck up' or at least come off to people that way. She loves it when other girls are jealous of the things she has, it makes her feel special in some ways and a bit better then the rest. Though she would never bluntly come out and say it. Isabel never truly lets people in when it comes to friendships and even relationships, no matter how much she knows she can trust the other person. She's always been fearful of people leaving her if they see her inner self or will just get bored of being around her since her parents were never around much when she was a child. From time to time she'll try to 'test' her friends by pushing them to the point to where they do leave and once they do she'll always think she was right about her fears. She is very close to her brother, Blaise, ever since she was born and once their mother was murdered their relationship strengthened to the point where she tends to stick to him like paper to glue and sometimes only talks to him. Even so Isabel's parents tried to being her and her brother up in the 'pure-blood' way of life she always preferred to hang out with half-bloods and muggle-borns. It was her small way of rebelling against her parent's wishes and just try to stand out from my family and peers overall. She loves being able to live in both the muggle and wizardry worlds because it lets her experience newer and different things from her friends who live in only one of those worlds.

Don't you see baby, this is perfection:

Dion Adrian Delacroix - Father - Pure-Blood - Death Eater
Dianna Rose Delacroix - Mother - Pure-Blood - Deceased
Blaise Xander Delacroix - Brother - Pure-Blood - Rouerie

Oh boy, I can see your body moving:

[Helia & Ember]

I don't, don't really know what I'm doing:

Isabel was born April 1st into the Delacroix family. Dion and Dianna Delacroix already had a two year old boy at the time and Diana was thrilled when she learned Isabel was a girl. The family was well-known in the french wizardry world from their wealth and later learned for Dion being a death eater. Isabel lived a fairly extravagant life with expensive clothes, parties, and wealthy friends on top of that. It was at the young age of five where she first learned the perks of her parent's money and the jealousy from those who were close to the family. Her parents lived by the 'pure-blood' way as they would put it, though she never truly followed it since she would always find herself talking to muggle-borns and half-bloods. Isabel's parents would leave town leaving Blaise in-charge of Isabel like it always was, even when their parents were home. It was around the age of ten where Isabel's father began to have secret meetings in their home. He made sure that neither Blaise nor Isabel were able to take part of them. Soon after her brother discovered their father's death eater past and present, and their father soon after let Isabel in on the family secret. After that Blaise kept a closer watch on Isabel and was with her almost twenty-four/seven. It never bothered her though, she loved the company. When Isabel was thirteen her mother was murdered by the group of death eaters her father took part in for having 'known too much'.

But you seem to have a plan:

Isabel stood up against an ally wall in between Gucci and Valentino. she was growing impatient as she twirled the platinum card her father had given to her with no limit. At the moment she was awaiting for her friend Odette who was only late by a few minutes. Being near all these different stores reminded Isabel of when her and her mother would go shopping together every now and again, dragging Blaise with them to help them carry the bags. She always had a fun time whenever the three of them would go shopping together in the muggle world. Her and her brother would stick together and their mother would always be able to find great prices for everything, even if she had to haggle a bit. Letting out a small sign she pushed herself up from the wall with one hand and walked out behind a small crowd of people.

None of them really noticed her except for two teen aged girls in the back, who were watching her credit card with jealousy in their eyes as well as wonder. Yes very few people here knew of Isabel's father or even who she was in general really; most just knew she was rich. Even so there were a few others who were 'famous' for their money and status she was really one of the few who just loved to show it all off. Isabel let her blue eyes wonder around the surrounding area, watching out for Odette in case she had to somehow call her over. There were just groups of teenagers and their parents as well as lots of college students and couples walking around like there weren't many cares in the world. A lot of the store managers were watching Isabel and her credit card like lions waiting for her to get close enough for them to attack her with sales and clothing.

She laughed them off for a moment and began to wonder around the mall, really just window shopping for the time being until Tracy found her or she found Odette. Isabel was beginning to grow board and her hand was just itching to slide that card of hers and to carry as many bags as it could handle. She placed her card safely into her wallet and place it into her purse while she continued to walk and not bump into random people. The walkways near the stores really weren't that crowded as it would be on some days, but then again it was only friday (thank god). More muggles would be out and about tomorrow, which lucky for Isabel she'd be able to get first picks of the new clothes which came out as well as all the new sales which had just started.

Good application but according to her personality it is very difficult for me to sort her, could you please develop her personality around her magical powers.
alright (: fixed and i hope it's alright now ^^ i hope it's enough

Must be Rouerie!

[johnathanmcgreggor]

First Name: Johnathan Last Name: McGreggor Age: 17

Appearance:


History:
Johnathan Michael McGreggor was brought into existence on January 12th, 1993 in Eugene, a town in the state of Oregon. His parents, both pure-bloods, were eager to get him started on his training as a wizard. In fact, they were even more enthralled about the whole ordeal than he was. Don't get me wrong, though. He was excited too. Extremely excited. He lived a very simple life as a child, seeing as his parents didn't have much money. He didn't mind, though. He enjoyed the simple life his parents had brought him into. John was very close to both of his parents, and since he was an only child, there were no other children around to disturb him time with them. They spent countless hours talking about famous witches and wizards, different spells and charms, and John's father passed on to his son the loving of the game Quidditch. But John didn't much like playing it. He was more of a watcher. He still enjoyed it, none the less. When it was time for John to leave his parents and go to Beauxbatons Academy, he could tell he was going to be awfully homesick, but he was too eager to really care. He couldn't wait to get started on his training.


Personality:
Johnathan is a sweet boy. He's usually quick to make friends, and his kind face and warm heart play a big part in that. He's very lovable and very bubbly at times, but he can also be rather shy. He keeps a good head on his shoulders and he's always looking out for his friends. He has a hard time when it comes to relationships, though. He finds himself getting too attached to people and scaring them away. But he doesn't let that stop him from trying. He's a major flirt, a hopeless romantic, and he sometimes has the mindset of a twenty-three year old. Some people like that trait and some don't, but he can't help that he was raised to be a mature gentleman.

Sample RP:
Johnathan walked along the path, kicking small stones in front of him as he went. The sun bore it's warm, spring time rays onto the pale arms that protruded from his faded gray t-shirt, and he tucked his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. He let his gray eyes trace the hills in the distance and his mind wonder endlessly, his feet aimlessly. It was too much of a nice day to stay cooped up inside. He needed a break from his school work anyway. He'd gotten so much of it that week and, as always, waited until the day before it was all due to start working on it. He'd finished almost all of it before heading outside, but there was still that essay... He didn't remember it until just then. "Ah, that freaking essay..." he said out loud with a sigh. He was stuck on it. The prompt was to create your own charm, to write about the positives of the charm, the negatives, and why people should learn how to use it. He had no idea what he was going to do.

"Well, hopefully this walk will help me think of something," he said to himself. He thought for a moment about the essay, but his daydreams soon took over. He found himself thinking about his parents and his friends back in Oregon. Oh, how he missed them. He made a mental note to write a letter when he got back into the school. He hadn't gotten the chance to reply to the last letters that he received from his parents and his best friend Tristian. Letting out another sigh, Johnathan grew rather tired. He looked around for somewhere to sit and when he spotted a nice shady spot under a large oak tree, he quickened his pace and headed toward it. He took a seat under it, letting his back rest against its cool, hard bark. Before he knew what was happening, his eyes were shut and he was lost in a dream.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Johnathan's eyes flutteredly slow open when he felt a cold breeze caress his arms and face. It took him a moment to realize that he was still outside under that tree, and that it was now almost dark. The warmth of the spring day was waning into a cold spring night, the stars were starting to get more visible in the orange and purple sky. He jumped up suddenly, remembering that he still had to write an essay. "Oh, crap!" He exclaimed and he began running toward the school.

Must be Rouerie!

[harley]

First Name: Harley
Middle Name: Joy
Last Name: Hartman
Age: Seventeen

Appearance:


History:
Harley Joy Hartman was born in a rather small town of Jackson, California, but moved to France with the rest of her family when she was three. So naturally, French had become her second language. She has no siblings, so she was always a bit spoiled. But until she was about 10, Harley just had an average family. When she hit 11, though, her father struck up the nerve to tell her that she was a witch. Not only that, but so was he and her mother.

It took a while for everything to sink it, but when it did, Harley found herself rather excited. Her parents informed her that they would be moving to England, into a rather large house, and that she would be attending an academy of wizardry and witchcraft.

Personality:
Although some find her hard to figure out, Harley actually thinks of herself as a rather simple girl. Not simple as in dumb, but she tries not to hide anything about herself, and thinks it is important to be very honest, even if one must be blunt. She has never been shy, it is just in her nature to be frankly honest and outgoing and friendly. She doesn't at all mind going up to complete strangers and making friends with them. That is probably why she has so many friends, and those people who are shy and unsure of themselves simply cling to her.

Around her friends, Harley can get very hyper. Of course, everybody knows she is a wild child, but she simply goes into overdrive around her best friends. She is a huge party girl, and just loves to have a good time. And yes, she does like her guys. Sometimes she feels a little guilty about the hearts she's broken, but as far as she knows, they're over it now and she tries to stay good friends with most of her exes.

One thing about Harley is that she is very stubborn. Her parents are both the mellowest of people, and will often compromise to make everybody happy. But she just has to get her way with her parents. With her friends, she isn't quite like that, but she knows her parents will still love her no matter what, right?

Sample RP:
As Harley's fellow house mates began to disappear from the common room and head for their dorms, she reached for a book that she'd sat on the table in front of the large, navy blue couch that she was sitting on. Finally. Some peace and quiet, she thought to herself. Before she began reading the words on the page she'd opened, her eyes traveled to the window. The small rain drops were pelting against the glass, leaving trails that connected and intertwined among each other. Though the rain made a soft noise, she was still able to hear the boys outside, standing in the courtyard. She stood from the couch and walked to the window, listening carefully to what they were saying. "When's it goin' ta come?" one of them asked the other two. They were all soaked from head to foot, huddled around a small telescope that was aimed at the sky, jackets pulled over all of their heads. "Jus' be patient, o'right?" another one said, most likely the oldest. He stood in the middle and towered, by at least a foot, over the other boys. "There's goin' ta be lightnin'. We jus' have ta wait fer it." Harley's soft pink lips formed a smile on her pale face as she watched the boys anxiously waiting to see lightning. She waited a moment while the last pair of students left the common room, then pointed her right index finger at the large storm cloud that was hovering above the courtyard. She wiggled her finger in a zig-zag motion a few times and heard a crash as the lightning shot from the cloud. "Whoa! There it was!" she heard the smallest boy yell. She watched as they fought over who would look in the telescope first. Lifting her hand once more, she repeated her last action, twice this time, and smiled when more lightning appeared.

After five or so minutes, Harley called it quits. The boys packed up their telescope and headed for the warm, dry, indoors, and she grabbed her book and tucked it under her arm. She turned to the window again and looked up at the moon that was beginning to show behind the fading storm clouds. She reached her hand out, palm up, and stared at the moon until she started to feel the tingling in her hand. There was a strand of light flowing from the moon to Harley's palm and a ball of soft blue light now formed where nothing had been before. Once she had enough light to faintly illuminate the area around her bed, she headed up the stairs to her dorm, a smile still plastered on her face.

She seems to be more Sournois to me that Rouerie, but remember the rule says you must write minimum three paragraphs of RP

[houston]

First Name: Houston

Middle Name: Ella

Last Name: Rayne

Age: Seventeen

Appearance:


Family:
Andrew Rayne - Father - Wizard
Leanne Rayne - Mother - Muggle
Liam Rayne - Baby Brother - (future) Wizard

Pets:
Hurley - Snowy Owl

History:
Houston Ella Rayne was born in London, England on July 14th, 1992. She attended a regualar school like any other kid until her father told her what he was. He was a wizard and even attended Hogwarts. She had her suspicions, but never would have guessed them to be true. Her mother, Leanne, obviously was not a witch. She wondered how her mother coped with her entire immediate family being wizards and witches. When Houston found out she was a witch, she was ecstatic. She would finally be able to leave her boring life for a more interesting one. Would she miss home? Yes. Would she miss her family? Terribly. But, it was for the best. She would be able to master her wizarding skills and go on to make a better life for herself. Now, she was just anxious to get acepted into Beauxbatons.


Personality:
Houston can a pretty bad attitude when she wants to. But what people don't realize, she's actually a sweetheart. Yes, she trys to act tough, but it's just her way of protecting herself. She's a smart girl, but you won't find her studying constantly. She plays the guitar and sings, but that's about as far as her creativity goes. She will either be your best friend or your worst enemy. She doesn't take BS and she'll let you know that. She speaks her mind and will stand up for her friends until death. Besides that, she can also have a hot HOT temper. She is a very quirky and bubbly girl once you get to know her. She is extremely trustworthy and honest. Her honesty is sometimes a little much, though. Houston is far from a morning person and is a grouch in the morning. Other than that, just get to know her, you'll like her.

Sample RP:
Becoming bored with her daily routine, Houston decided that it would be nice (NOT) to return to school. It would be a breeze, as usual, she thought to herself. Once again, teachers would hate her because she would never pay attention, and still get straight A's. The real reason she decided to enroll was to meet new friends. She had came to France not too long ago and had failed at meeting other people miserably. It was time to start fresh and that would begin today.

Houston had started getting ready rather early than usual. She wanted to look her best the fist day of school. She often found herself bored of how she looked. To herself, she looks ordinary and plain. She hated it. Finally deciding she looked acceptable, she grabbed her Northface backpack and headed out to her car. Putting the top down, she backed out of her long driveway and headed to school.

Stepping out of the car and grabbing her backpack from the backseat, she headed up to the school. Not paying attention to wher she was heading, she ran right smack into another person."I am so sorry! I wasn't even paying attention to where I was walking. Are you alright?" Houston stood up and brushed herself off and offered the girl a hand. "I'm assuming you're new here as well" Houston smiled at the blonde. "I'm Houston, Houston Rayne" she added grinning.

Interesting, you have qualities from all the three houses but I'm going with Cossu for you!

[lacey]

First Name: Lacey
Last Name: Deschanel
Age: 15

History: Lacey was born in Canberra, Australia. She lived with her mother, father and brother. Her father, Michael Deschanel, was a drama and English teacher in a nearby school, and her mother was a stay-at-home mum. A year passed, and the family lived contently. However in the last few months of that year Michael and Jo (Lacey's mother) began to argue more and more. Eventually they had to agree on a divorce, for the sake of the whole family. Michael moved states, however Jo seized this opportunity to move to France, a dream she'd had since child-hood.
Lacey, Benge and Jo loved France. The weather suited all their hobby-types, and in their eyes, the scenes were remarkably beautiful. Lacey made friends with a girl called Liz as soon as she started school, as a toddler. They clicked immediately, and stayed friends for many years.
But the friendship began to tear at the seams when Lacey's family discovered she was a witch. Benge and Jo were rapt, however Lacey and Liz were the opposite - totally devastated. This would mean Lacey leaving home and going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. The two would barely be able to see each other.
Lacey begged her mother to let her stay at home, but Jo refused. She had said that this was an opportunity not to be missed. And what Lacey's mother says, goes.
So, around a year later, when Lacey turned eleven, she was sent off to a huge castle full of people she didn't know, magic she'd never heard of in her life, and a whole world she knew she didn't belong in.

Personality: Lacey is very anti-social, preferring not to talk to anyone if she doesn't have to. She's very shy, quiet and has a low ego. Lacey is a very focused person, and loves all her classes. She's academically intelligent, but is socially awkward and doesn't know how to act in most social situations. Most of the people in the school who know her don't really like her because of her inability to small-talk and do anything but read, complete school-work and go for long walks.

Sample RP: Lacey closed her lips around the filter, and drew in the thick smoke.
"Hold it in." Liz told her before taking a swig from her water bottle.
Lacey had to cover her mouth and nose with her hand to stop her lungs pumping the pot out of her system. When she felt she was about to faint, she released the smoke into the air. Immediately she felt the effects take place. Her head spun, and her legs felt as though they had turned to jelly. She looked at Liz, who was smiling satisfactorily.
"How do you feel?"
Lacey shook her head. Knowing if she opened her mouth now, more than words would come out, she ran over to the nearby bushes and threw up, the contents of her stomach spilling relentlessly.
Liz stumbled over and held her best friend's hair out of the way of the stream of vomit. "Maybe there was a bit too much weed in that joint. I'll pack it more carefully next time." Liz said.
Lacey knew her best friend felt guilty, but didn't want her to. She rinsed her mouth out with water from her drink bottle, and turned to Liz. "It's okay. It wasn't that bad. I guess my body's just not used to it like yours' is."
Liz nodded and sat down under the willow tree where we were set up. It was the place the girls usually hung out in, sometimes drinking, sometimes having feasts. The previous night Liz had called saying she had scored some weed from her step dad and wanted to share it with her best friend. Lacey had been hesitant at first (as usual) but eventually agreed. Liz was often able to persuade her into things, and they often got the two of them in trouble.
Lacey closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against the cold window of the Hogwarts Express. She missed Liz. More than anything. More than her childish, but much loved mum. More than her brother, her pets, and her other friends. Liz had always been there for her, and she was the one person who understood everything Lacey was going through. But not anymore. Not now that Lacey was a witch.

Must be Rouerie!

[carressadevereux]

Carressa:
Devereux:
13:
Appearance: Beach blond hair, emerald eyes, very fair skin, 5'4', medium built
History: Her mum, and twin brother were killed when she was little leaving her white her half Irish, half French father for the rest of he life. She rarely ever got out as a little kid, but grew up on a Hippogriff farm. She spent her younger years learning Latin, French, Gaelic, reading, and writing.
Personality: Sweet, calm, talented, shy, funny, optimistic, busy-body, creative, hard working, smart, strong-willed, determined, stubborn
Sample RP: Carressa ran threw fields of Daisies. She loved the smell of flowers on a May day. Amazing sunrises, flowers, and of course flying made Carressa happy. She loved everything about French countryside, but missed Irish countryside. Most don't know she can remember her mum, and brother, but she will never forget them.

Please develop each section into one paragraph and the Sample RP intro three paragraphs and after you'll do that, I'll sort you!

[gabrielledarcy]

First Name: Gabrielle
Last Name: Darcy
Age:118|Looks 18
Appearance: Click
History: Gabrielle Darcy was born one hundred and eighteen years ago in a small town outside of London. As a child Gabrielle would run threw the forest near her house until she got older and her father would tell her to keep out of the forest bad things lived there. As the years passed Gabrielle started to grow up to be a very beautiful young woman. Mostly every boy in the town wanted to marry her and make her there bride. But her father didn’t want her dating anyone. On night Gabrielle was walking home from a friends house and went threw the forest.


When she came upon Grant feeding. She started to back up and soon found him right next to her. She felt a sharp burning pain in her neck. The next thing she knew she was on the ground. When she woke up she saw the man who had turned her and other man. After Grant told her what happen she wanted to run back home to her father. But Grant told her she couldn’t be around her father and that he was her father now. After awhile she learn to trust and Mason who started to call her Gabby.


As she learned the ways of being a vampire from Grant he introduced her to another vampire he had sired, Mason Pace. The two soon became good friends, like brother and sister. The two spent a lot of time together since Grant wanted them to stay away from humans so they wouldn’t have any accidents. Mason always wanted to stay away for he never wanted to drink from a human, after all Mason never even tasted human blood. Gabby spent most of her new born years with the little family in the forest, just her Mason and Grant. Shortly after Mason left her and Grant where attack Grant died and Gabby took off to Beauxbatons Academy.

Personality: Gabrielle is a little wild. She has very few morals. Can be cruel and heartless. She wants what she wants when she wants it. Gabrielle loves violence and blood and gore. But Gabrielle is some want a flirt when it comes to getting what she wants. She’s so obsessive he will continue along the path for what she wants until he gets it. She’s a very cold and calculating individual who looks down on everyone. Cat has no mercy or compassion in her whatsoever. She has no qualms about using mind control or whatever means of control he can to get what he wants from you. If she develops any feeling toward anyone which is highly unlikely, she will obsess over them.
Sample RP:

WIP

[dem]

First Name:

Demetri Bryce

Last Name:

Kneller

Age:

Sixteen, almost seventeen

Appearance:

History:

The lives of Marvin and Sierra Kneller were completely normal... by Muggle standards that is. Their love story could be considered a very typical and cliche one. Their respective parents being close friends, the two knew each other since birth. As could be expected, they were attached at the hip and almost literally inseparable. For years, they did everything and went everywhere together. Of course, they went to the same schools from kindergarten to college. To no ones surprise, the pair began dating in high school after years of flirting around and such. Marvin and Sierra were the embodiment of a perfect couple. And that carried on until after their studies. Just a few years after their college graduation and with both of them already working (the former being a renowned lawyer and the latter being a newspaper photographer), a ring was placed on Sierra's finger engaging them to be wed. Everything went off without a hitch, from the ceremony to the honeymoon. When all the festivities were over, they bought a simple suburban home to raise a family. Sierra was announced to be pregnant not long after and (surprise, surprise!) it was a honeymoon baby. Demetri, who was named after his paternal grandfather, was soon born. For five years, it was just the three of them living blissfully until Sierra was found to be carrying yet another child, another boy named after the maternal grandfather this time, Aaron.

Basically, the Kneller family was living as typical, albeit predictable, stereotypical monotonous, life. That is, until Dem turned eleven.

Everything was perfectly set up for the soon to be eleven year old. He was to have a birthday party with all of his friends and their family invited. The party was a everything Dem wanted and even more. There was a massive cake, tons of presents, excellent food, exciting games and even a clown. But in the middle of the clown's performance, a large barn owl suddenly swooped down in the garden. The kids, along with the adults, believed it was simply part of the act and thought nothing of it. Even the clown went along with it as not to upset the children. But the owl was soon forgotten as it simply just flew away again. No one noticed, however, a thick envelope that was dropped on the pile of gifts. It finally gained attention once all the children were long gone when young Graham was opening his presents. To say that the Young family was shocked was an understatement; rather, they were completely dumbfounded. Initially, they had all thought that it was some mean practical joke and simply decided to ignore it. But as the days passed, owls would deliver letter after letter. Eventually, they had grown to accept the fact: magic was real and Demetri was a wizard.

Since that fateful day six years ago, the eldest Kneller child has been pursuing his magical studies at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Everything was going along fine and Dem could not be happier. Unfortunately for him, it all came crashing down when his parents and little brother got into a car accident when they were on their way to pick him up in King's Cross. Neither of his parents survived, but young Aaron did with only minor injuries. Because Dem and Aaron are still minors, in both the Muggle and Wizarding world, they could not be left alone to fend for themselves. It was then decided that the boys would be sent off to Sierra's older sister who lives in France. Being Muggle, naturally they were unaware of Dem's abilities and he wanted to leave it that way. He insisted that he would take care of everything that had to do with his studies and luckily they allowed him. Lloyd and Tracy, the boys' uncle and aunt, are under the impression that Demetri will be sent to a boarding school, which is actually Beauxbaton's Academy.

Personality:

OBEDIENT. Sometimes, Demetri finds it quite hard to refuse people. That's why he always does what she's told. It's not that hard to get him to do a task. But of course, he doesn't say yes to everything. He only agrees to the right things and the things that he knows that will help himself in the long run.

OPTIMISTIC. ]No matter what the situation is, Demetri always tries to look on the bright side of things. He always believed that optimism will get you farther than pessimism. In dealing with people, he refuses to believe that even the cruelest of people are simply that; there is always a good trait within each person and maybe it's just buried deep somewhere.

FORGIVING. Demetri was never one to hold grudges for a long time, unless of course that person did something really unforgivable. Sure, he'd be mad for a while. But the longest that he would probably last is a week or two. He isn't really capable of hating someone completely, strongly dislike perhaps, but hatred is something he doesn't welcome.

INTROVERTED. Most of the time, Graham prefers to keep to herself. It doesn't come as a surprise when he's spotted alone. If he's not alone, he's only with a handful of people. He was never the type of person who liked hanging out with large crowds. Though Graham isn't exactly the most outgoing person in school, that didn't mean he has trouble making friends or that he had none. He only has a few very close friends. This only intensified when his parents died.

QUIET. Not only does he prefer to keep to herself, Graham is also quite quiet. Silence was something he always enjoys. In addition, he's also the type of person to keep his opinions to herself, unless asked of course. Although he doesn't say much, he can still hold a nice conversation.

PUSH-OVER. Admittedly and unfortunately, Graham is somewhat of a push-over. As he is overly obedient and forgiving, he's always considered an easy target. It's not an uncommon occurrence for him to be seen on the receiving end of pranks, jokes and taunts. Now that he's transferred to a different school, he's hoping for a change.

Sample RP:

The last few months haven't been the best for Demetri. Everyone who knew him was well aware of that. It was also that fact that had somehow made things worse for the young boy. For weeks, all he would receive are condolences and pitying looks. While he did appreciate all of it, he could only handle so much. To be quite honest if one more person comes up to him and says, "I"m so sorry for your loss" or something of a similar nature, he might just explode. And he can't. He cannot lose his cool. He has remain strong. For his sanity, and his little brother. Aaron was the one who kept him together. Dem could not even begin to think of what he would have done if Aaron had the same fate as his parents. At least he wasn't alone.

Everything's changed now. He couldn't just go back to the way things were. Aside from his parents being gone, perhaps the biggest change is that he would also have to bid goodbye to Hogwarts. That was another devastating blow in itself. For the past six years, it had been his second home and he had definitely grown to love the place. But now, he was transferring. Dem and Aaron were both still underage so they were sent to live with their aunt and uncle in France. They too were a Muggle family, with no knowlege of the Magical world whatsoever. He was pretty sure that neither would take it very well if he told them, so he decided not to. That left Dem to handle all the necessary negotiations between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons, his new school. It wasn't an easy job for an underage wizard like himself, especially since he couldn't Apparate. But somehow, he managed.

As he stared out the window of the train that was taking him to a foreign country which he will be forced to call home, he sighed sadly. If Demetri was quite honest with himself, he somehow felt responsible for both his parents' death. After all, they were fetching him from King's Cross when the accident happened. If only he could have saved them. How exactly, he wasn't entirely sure. But certainly there was some spell or incantation that could have helped. He sighed again and cast a glance at his little brother who was sleeping soundly next to him. If he was blaming himself for their deaths, he could not even fathom what Aaron must be feeling. He was the one in the car with them and he survived while they didn't. Did he blame himself too? Whatever Aaron was feeling, Dem would make sure that he would be there to support him.

Must be Rouerie!

[celia]

WIP

First Name:

Célia

Middle Name:

Rosario

Last Name:

Medina

Age:

17

Appearance:

Family:

Mikhale Bilova
Vampire
Father
37


Trini Medina
Pure-Blood
Mother
35


Lorita Medina
Half/Vamp
Sister
16


Camila Medina
Half/Vamp
Sister
15

History:

Twenty years ago a young women named Trini Santiago was preforming at Liceu Opera House as one of the younger star female singers. During one of her shows a man named Mikhale Bilova, a young nobleman from Russia, became incaptivated with her voice the moment he heard it. It became his goal to meet the young women and make her his wife in the near future. A beautful and talented women like that only came around once in a blue moon as far as he was conserned and he wanted her all to himself. With each preformance Mikhale sent Trini a countless number of flowers, cards, and candy hoping to attract her attention. Like any other women Trini had to at least meet the man who was spending so much money on her shows and gifts so she agreed to meet him at a local cafe. The two fell in love almost immediatly and spend every moment with each other they could. When Trini turned seventeen she became pregnant with her first child and Mikhale's personality began to change as he became more angry and distant from Trini. Though by eighteen the couple were married and their first daughter, Célia was born.

Not even half a year after Célia's birth Trini became pregnant once more and her parents were fighting. Mikhale became more physical with Trini, giving her countless bruises and scratches. Soon after Célia turned one her baby sister, Lorita was born into the Belova family. This pattern continued until Célia's youngest sister, Camillia, was born and Trini was beginning to become fed up with Mikhale's abusiveness and her loveless marriage. Trini gathered up her things and her daughter's things and fled to Paris, France while Mikhale was out of town for a four day trip. Trini changed the family's name to her mother's maiden name, Medina, to try and hide herself from Mikhale. Célia and her sisters were home schooled for many years, until they were accepted at beauxbatons academy of magic. While living in Paris Célia became facinated with the pagentry world at a young age and Trini began to enter her into beauty pageants, knowing her daughter would have a great chance at winning them. Célia was very confidant on the stage and judges would always fall in love with her which caused her to win 90% of the pageants she entered.

Because of Célia becoming famous in the pagentry and muggle worlds Mikhale was able to find the family's where abouts in Paris, but not their exact location. It wasn't until last year where Célia entered and won the Miss Teen Universe pageant that Mikhale made himself known to his daughters who took him in with open arms. Not knowing the truth as to why Trini left him they blamed their mother for their lack of having a father in their life.

Personality:

Sample RP:

The day started out better then most for Célia as she smiled more then she growled at others who crossed her path. She had, for once, waken up on the better side of bed with no thoughts of Jeremy or Rose in the beginning of her day. It wasn't really normal for her to be this happy, but when life gives you lemons you make lemon-aid. Right? As she sat on her house's front porch she watched the cloudless sky let a bit too much of the sun's rays in and it began to slightly burn her eyes. Célia was never used to sunny days, but whenever they happened to come around she was more then great full. Today she planned on spending her time at the beach since she had a day off from school she was ready to have as much fun as she could before the rain came back to ruin it all. Dressed in her normal clothes (t-shirt, jeans, & a pair of flip-flops), she went back inside to her bathroom and grabbed one of her larger towels and was out the door and heading toward the beach. She really had no idea who would be out, but she was somehow sure she's run into Jeremy and Rose one way or another. There was always something to ruin her day and they were always that something.

As she made her way down toward the beach she could already see April and her small band of friends messing around and just being girls. So far there was no sign of the couple as she laid out her towel and began to strip off her outer layer of clothes. At first Célia was thinking about soaking up some sun and maybe getting more of a tan, but she figured it would be best to go swimming today. Since if the two did come she could always just swim away or hide underwater until she was out of sight and run the heck out of there. Walking out toward the water once she reached it's edge, instead of testing it she just walked right in. Célia never minded the cold waters, she was quite used to it since she would always play in the ocean as a child. As the water became deeper and finally reached her stomach she dived straight in, one of the easiest ways of getting used to any temperature of water. As she resurfaced she could hear her name being called out by a female's voice, immediately she could tell it was her sister. Célia waved at Lorita to help her see where she was as she splashed her way through the ocean's cold waters. She had a small smile on her face and she could just tell she was up to no good. "So what do you want?"

Célia asked as she was sprayed with a cold wave of water made by Lorita as she finally reached her. In the distance she could see her 'best friend' Rose and her ex Jeremy, make their way toward the two siblings. "Oh no! I'm not talking to her at all, at least not with him around. Lorita get rid of them!" And with that last bit she dove back under water and made her way quickly toward the large cliff and resurfaced behind the massive rock. A few younger teens around 14-16 were jumping off the rock one by one and into the ocean, some missing her by a foot, but mostly they kept to the opposite area at the bottom. She watched her sister point toward the cliff as a frown was already formed on Rose's lips and Jeremy's were pressed together slightly. "I'm gonna kill that kid," spoke Célia aloud as she continued to watch the couple and her sister speak. She was too far away from them to hear anything, just small bits and pieces here and there. But nothing that would give the main topic away from her, just enough to keep it out of her reach. Turning back around the faced the ocean and put her back toward the beach, she dove into the water and began to swim quickly outward heading toward nothing but open water.

[ellamaye]

Full Name: Bailey Lynn Joulette

Age: Sixteen

Appearance: Dundundun!!

History: Bailey was born in a small town in France. A pure-blood father, Morrin Joulette and his wife and Veela, Roselle Joulette. Morrin owned 10 Mines in France and 3 mines in England. Roselle inherrited all of her parents and grandparents' fortune. They were in love.

Bailey was a good child, unlike her older sister, Aubrielle Maye Joulette. Aubrielle was two years older then Bailey, and one of Baileys best friends. They loved eachother, and told eachother everything. Until that unfortunate day when Bailey and Aubrielle were playing on the road, a block away from their maison. The sisters were playing hopscotch and being careful not to cross in the path of cars, but apparentley, they weren't that careful. Bailey was 7 and Aubrielle was 9. They were sure that no car was coming. Aubrielle was struct and ranover by the car, a hit and run. Later that night, she suffered from Internal bleeding in the hospital. Bailey could barely live with herself. Until her teenage years rolled around, then Bailey realized in order for her family to be repaired, she must forget the past and focus on the future. So she pretended it never happend.

Personality: Bailey is alot of good things, she loves love and she cannot live with hatred. She will do anything for her friends and family.
protective.yes, extremely protective. over all of her loved ones, she couldn't live without them and Bailey doesn't like to be a loner, and she hates seeing everyone else alone.
active/healthybailey is active and she goes outside every chance she gets to experiance the crisp smell of nature and to burn off all of the junk she eats ;).
friendly+caring she cares about everything, and everyone. exept those who are mean to her and her friends. but she still can't stand to see her enimies sad. its a weird/good traight that bailey has.
enviormental friendly all the time, bailey will be there for her plants and animals in her neighbor hood, or anywhere else. She can't walk past a piece of garbage on the ground or anything. her favourite class is COMC and herbology.

Sample RP:
Bailey had hated moving to a new town. She hated the thought of trying to make new friends and most likely being rejected by these people. Granted the town in which they used to live in truly didn't accept her either but she had managed to make some friends. Some real ones that didn't need her money. Her mother thought it would be a good idea for each of the Joulettes to have a new beginning. Bailey, however, thought she had flipped her lid and needed to be locked-up in a mental hospital with a straight jacket. The only good news coming out of this move was the fact that it was summer and Bailey's muggle school wouldn't be starting for another two months. Hopefully, moving in during the summer would hide her from other future classmates and when school started no one would notice Bailey. Just outside the pearl necklaces and luxerious house. However, she soon found out that her prayer was extremely short lived.

As the family was driving into town, they past this guy in his front yard playing catch with some of his friends. Three of the four in the group were kind of tall and with sandy blond hair and with what appeared to be brown or blue eyes. However, the one guy had short dark brown hair with the most piercing green eyes and was reasonable tall. Bailey never usually goes for the jock types because most of them are extremely dense and cocky. Although this guy had the athletic build, anyone could see his intelligence and feel his charisma radiating off of him. Bailey gave him a look like she knew him before. But she knew she couldn't stare to long before things would get creepy.

Bailey's luck faded, the Joulettes pulled into the driveway next to where those guys were. She wanted to crawl under the car and never come out but Bailey knew if she tried her mother would drag her out. So she climbed out and prayed that she wouldn't fall flat out on her face. Fate was trying to be nice because Bailey managed to stay on her feet and look somewhat graceful. She started towards the trunk of the car when the four guys came over.

"Hello, your family and you must be new to the neighborhood. These are my friends Lance, Trey and Dustin. My name is Arthur but everyone calls me Pen. Does your family need help unloading?" the brunette offered cheerfully. Bailey smiled, cheerfully and then shook her head. '"No, were fine Pencil." Bailey said. Her face went red and she turned around. Wait, wasn't the guy's name Pen or whatever. Oops.

Please write your RP Sample in third person